hi! congratulations on 800 followers <333 i was wondering if i could get lying together in comfortable silence, maybe theyâre cuddled up together, either way theyâre both mutually enjoying the otherâs company with topper. please and thank you!
Cuddles and Competition
Author's Note: Hi, and thank you!! You are always so supportive!! Also, I am soooo sorry I am only now getting to this request! I just completed my hardest year in school and I had no time to write. I wanted to put this out for your birthday but I missed that, so it will be a belated gift, I guess! I hope you enjoy it, love!! đ
Warnings: none really?
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âTopper! Meet me in the kitchen. Now!â Dr. Cynthia Thornton called out to her son through the in-home PA system. You were busy chopping onions for the soup you were making per that ladyâs request. You just kept your head down; when she was in a mood it was best just to let your employer run her course.
Topper slowly made his way into the kitchen, a bored look on his face. Cynthia rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone at him. âTopper, stand up straight, how many times must I tell you?â
Topper straightened his spine, but his frown didnât disappear. âIs that why you called me down here?â he intoned, a smirk now playing at the corner of his mouth.
âDonât be cheeky,â she snapped. This was typical of every mother-son interaction between the two. âI have to attend a work event tonight, but I donât want any funny business. Rafe and Kelce are not to be here, and absolutely no girls allowed,â she explained while putting her earrings in and fixing the 24K gold bracelet at her wrist.
Topper smirked fully now - his mother had really been getting on his nerves lately with college application deadlines looming over his head. âWhat about (Y/N)? Sheâs a girl. And sheâs here.â You could hear the laughter in his voice, and you had to turn away on the pretense of going to the sink so that Dr. Thornton couldnât see you laugh as well.
Cynthia rolled her eyes. âShe doesnât count; I would expect you to have more respect for yourself than that.â That wiped the smirk off of your face. âI will be home by midnight, and you are responsible for driving (Y/N) home.â With no further words, Dr. Thornton left the house.
You both waited in silence for the front door to click shut and the roar of her sports car starting to sound a few seconds later. Once it did, Topper turned towards you slowly, a serious expression on his face. âSoâŚpizza or Chinese?â
You grinned from ear to ear. âBoth! Let me throw this soup in the fridge and then I can get Netflix all queued up.â
âSounds good, sweet thing,â Topper replied, already ordering your usual on door dash. Â
Within thirty minutes you were on the couch debating who the best baker on The Great British Bake Off was for that week between mouthfuls of the Outer Banksâ finest late-night cuisine. The only light in the room came from the living roomâs tv and the reflection of the moon and stars off of the Thorntonâs pool that was visible from the windows. Â
âHow do they all mess up something so simple as that for a technical? Half of them were inedible!â
âTopper, I would love to see you try to make that dessert and come up with something better than the person who took last place,â you teased.
He looked at you with incredulousness written all over his face, but you could see the smile he was holding back with all of his might. âI could absolutely bake something passable,â he stated, fully believing his words.
âMaybe if you had a full, detailed recipe, but not the paired down version the contestants are given. I love you, but I would not eat anything you baked without a full recipe - and maybe some youtube tutorials,â you laughed, making him break and join in your mirth before he turned âseriousâ once more.
âI could absolutely bake something to that standard.â He continued as he started to stand up, âIn fact, letâs go into the kitchen and have a little competition of our -â he was cut off by a fast-moving piece of orange chicken hurtling into his mouth. You giggled once more as he made a show of chewing the chicken you had used to shut him up.
âSeeing as food particles are defying gravity, I guess we can save our baking competition for another day. To protect myself, I just want to hang out with you and make fun of their accents. You can be my shield if any pepperoni starts flying,â Topper pulled you practically on top of him as he said this, making you shake your head and laugh, highly amused at his antics.
You didnât say much else for the rest of the show, just breathing in his scent and basking in his presence. You had almost fallen asleep from Topper lightly massaging your back as he held you to him when you heard his voice rumble to life after a heavy sigh.Â
âI canât wait to beat you in our baking competition, love. I can just imagine your face when I pull something out of the oven that absolutely crushes yours.â
You pushed yourself off of his chest at this, his arms falling down to your waist. âAlright, smarty pants, let's bake something and see who would actually win,â you retorted; he had finally played your competitive streak to his advantage, and now you fully wanted to crush him with your baking prowess.
He just leaned in and kissed the determined look on your face and practically tackled you back into his arms. Your pout broke as he peppered kisses all over your face before settling his head onto your stomach. âIâm just kidding, love, we both know you would destroy me in any competition except for surfing,â his smooth voice soothed your ruffled feathers, but you couldnât help but tease him once more.
âI would destroy you in a surfing competition too, Top, donât deny it.â
His blue eyes caught yours from his relaxed position. âYou have never surfed a day in your life, (Y/N/N),â he stated.
âAnd youâve never baked, Top,â you grinned.
âTouche.â He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of your tummy before you both turned your attention back to the tv with smiles on your faces. You stayed like that until way past the time you should have left, tempting fate that Dr. Thornton may come back and see you, but neither of you cared. You just enjoyed spending the rare moments you had alone with each other too much to give up a single second. It was only then when all your troubles seemed far enough away that you could truly live.
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i was wondering if i can get i've been excited to see you all day with topper please and thank you!
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Long Day {Topper Thornton}
Warnings: none literally pure fluff
Pairings: Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader
Summary: your husband Topper is excited to see you after a long day at work
Prompt: "I've been excited to see you all day."
Word Count: 700+
1000 Followers Celebration
You were at the house cooking supper. Your husband Topper should be coming home soon. He called you on his lunch break and he sounded stressed out when he was talking to you. You felt so bad that he was feeling stressed out.
You just wanted to help him feel better. You didn't want your poor hubby to be stressed out. You always felt bad when he felt stressed or sad or basically any bad emotions. You just wanted him to be happy, that's all you ever wanted for him.
He deserved it. He was a good man, he has changed a lot. That's why you were cooking him his favorite dishes for supper. You also had other things in store for him but, you were going to start off with dinner for him.
You looked at the time and it was 5pm, he would be off work now. His work is not far at all from the neighborhood you all lived in. He should be home in about 10 minutes. You finished making supper and got everything placed out on the dinning table.
As you were getting everything prepared and put out, you herd a car pull into the driveway which must be Topper. You walked over to the window and peeked out the curtain and saw Topper's jeep outside.
He got out of the car and saw you looking out the window at him. You smiled and waved out to him. He looked stressed out and tired but the second he saw you, he smiled widely and waved back.
He shut the jeep door and locked his jeep up. You left the window and then walked over to the door and unlocked it and then opened it for him. He smiled when he saw you and hugged you before planting a loving kiss to your lips.
He pulled back and then looked down at you now looking much happier than he did before when he first pulled into the driveway.
"I've been excited to see you all day." Topper said with a smile.
"I have been really excited to see you too baby." You said with a smile. He smiled and pecked your lips again. You let him come inside and then closed and locked the door behind him.
"Something smells delicious." He said.
"Yeah, well, I decided to make your favorite dishes for supper tonight." You said with a smile.
"Really? You didn't have to do that." He said.
"I know but I wanted to." You said.
"Well, that you so much sweet girl." He said with a smile and then kissed your head making you giggle softly and smile too. The two of you went into the dining room and sat down at the table. You got both of your plates ready and then gave him his plate.
You sat across from him with your plate of food after you gave him his plate of food. The two of you talked about your day and ate the meal together.
"How about you let me give you a massage after dinner." You said.
"I mean, I would love that but, why have you been doing all of these sweet things for me since I got home?" He asked confused.
"Gee you act like I'm a bad wife." You said jokingly with a chuckle.
"No, you're not a bad wife at all baby, you are a terrific wife. I was just wondering what I did to deserve all of this." He said.
"Well, one can't I just do nice things for my husband? And two, when you called me on your lunch break today, you sounded really stressed out and tired. I felt bad you were feeling that way because I hate it when your stressed so, I decided to try to make you feel better when you got home." You said.
"That's super sweet of you baby." He said with a smile. You smiled and reached out and then held his hand. After dinner you had given him a massage and watched a movie with him with a bunch of snacks.
You were so happy that you were able to make your hubby feel better and he was so thankful to have an amazing wife like you.
Anon Request- Can I get a fluff with Topper from OBX and a pogue reader who happens to be J.J.âs little sister and Top doesnt like her big brother? With âNo no no, sorry! I just-⌠I honestly didnât think you even knew my name.â and âStop flirting with me, Iâm not going to fall for it.â and âJust say the word.â please, like they are working on a project or something and he asks her to work with him and then he tries to flirt to get her to do all the work and then he ends up taking her out for food or something just really fluffy.
âHey, Y/N, wait up.â I stop, looking for the voice that called me. I turn around, coming face to face with Topper Thornton. âHey, Y/N, you good?âÂ
âOh, no, no, no, sorry! I just-⌠I honestly didnât think you even knew my name.â
âOh, uh, yeah anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to work together for the Shakespeare project?â The boy smiles at me, hope flashing in his eyes.
âUm, yeah, sure.â He nods and begins walking to his car, turning back and looking at me. âYou coming?â I nod and climb into his car, noticing the way it looks so new. âHey, come on in.â He steps out the car and into the house, opening the door for me to come inside. I walk in, my jaw dropping at the sight of his house.Â
âDude, I knew kook houses weâre good but this, this is awesome.â He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
âI almost forgot you were a pogue, your not that bad.â I mock a laugh at his remark, shooting a glare at him. âUm, okay, well come on.â I follow him into the living room, sitting beside him.Â
âSo, for the assignment we have to take lines from Romeo and Juliet and translate it into modern words, should be pretty easy.â He nods, looking confused by what I said. âOkay, we start in scene two, since weâve already done scene one.âÂ
-----------few hours of not getting anything done bc of Topper--------------
âO Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Â
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.âÂ
âBlah, blah, blah, this is boring, besides how am I supposed to focus when all I can focus on is how pretty you are.â I roll my eyes at yet another attempt to flirt, continuing what Iâm reading and writing down the translations.
âShall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?â I say walking back and forth across the living room floor.Â
âHeâs a hopeless romantic, in the worst of ways.â
â'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.â I look up, noticing Topperâs bored look.
âThis is boring.â He deadpans.
âI think itâs romantic, poetry in itself is romantic, pair it with these star crossed lovers.â I plop down beside him, smiling to myself.
âSure.â He states, looking over at me. He smiles at me, pushing back a strand of my hair that was in my face. âYour pretty, yâknow that.âÂ
âStop flirting with me, Iâm not going to fall for it.â I roll my eyes, sitting up and checking my phone. âShit.â I start to pull all my stuff together, throwing it in my back before answering my phone, now blowing up with back to back calls.
âY/N, where the hell are you?â My brother shouts from the other side of the phone.
âJ., chill, Iâm working on a project, Iâll be home soon.âÂ
âWho is that?â My eyes go wide as I rush to cover Topperâs mouth.
âIs that fucking Topper, Y/N, I swear to god, where are you, send me the address!âÂ
âNo, Iâll be home in a few, J., I promise.â I hang up smacking Topperâs shoulder afterwards.
âI forgot you were his sister, your so different from that little shit.â
âFuck off, thatâs my brother!â I smack him in the back of the head. âDonât you have someone else to bother, Sarah Cameron, oh wait she left you for my brothers best friend!â I let the words fly, instantly regretting them. âOh, shit, Iâm so sorry.â I cover my mouth.
âNo, itâs okay, I said something about your brother.â I look at him with sad eyes.
âIâm sorry, Top.â He gives me half of a smile and stands up from the couch.Â
âWant a ride home, maybe some food?â I nod and we walk out to the car, driving down to some fast food place. Once we order I start to pull out money, Topper cutting me off by paying for both of us.Â
âYou didnât have to do that, couldâve payed for myself yâknow.âÂ
âI know, but I wanted to, little pogie.âÂ
âLittle pogie?â I let out a small laugh.
âYup, your younger, and a pogue, not in an insulting way, just a pogue.âÂ
âActually, the name âpogueâ is an insult but Iâll let you slide.â I smile at him, sitting down at the bench.Â
âOh, oh well.â He shrugs, biting into his burger. We eat in silence, other than a few jokes and comments, it was nice actually. After we finish I shoot J.J. a text asking where heâs at, him replying with one simple word, which led to an entire argument.
Chateau.
        Are you seriously mad?
Nope.
       J.J. hes not even that bad
Do you like him or something?
       Idk, and if i did its not your business
Uh yeah it is, your my sister
       Exactly, sister, not child
Whatever
        Yeah, whatever, Iâll be there in a few.-_-
I huff in annoyance putting my phone in my back and looking up at Topper.
âYou good?âÂ
âYep, take me to the Chateau, please.â He nods and begins driving towards the cut.
âSo like where is it?âÂ
âGo towards the boneyard, right before you get there youâll see a small house, thatâs it.â He nods and we continue driving. Once we get there he gets out the car, causing me to look at him confused. âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
âWalking you to the door, duh.âÂ
âWell, this is going to end so well.â I mumble stopping once we get to the door.
âI, uh, had a good time today.â He looks down, playing with his fingers.
âYeah, me too.â I smile, heat rising in my cheeks. He leans down, his face inches from mine. I stand on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pull him closer, kissing him. His hands fall to my waist, pulling me closer and closing any space between us. This is it, that moment in all those movies where fireworks go off and everyone disappears.Â
âNot bad.â He smiles as we pull apart, our foreheads leaning against each other. My brother taps on the window, glaring at Topper. I grab the doorknob, stopping him from opening it.Â
âGive me your phone.â He complies and I type in my number, sending a text to myself with his name. âNight, Top.â I stand on my tiptoes again, kissing his cheek.
âNight, little pogie.â He kisses my forehead and walks off the porch. I watch him drive away, walking inside after.Â
âReally, Y/N, a kook, your first kiss had to be a kook?â J.J. deadpans, making me smack his shoulder as my face turns red from embarrassment.Â
âAw, little Y/N has crush on the kook.â Ki pokes my side playfully.
âHeâs a good guy, Y/N, be good to him.â Sarah Cameron whispers as she hugs me.
âHeâll get over it.â Pope says, John B. agreeing, in reference to my brother. I look down as my phone buzzes, Topper texting me.
I meant what I said, I had a good time.
                Me too, Top.
Maybe we can do it again some time?
                Are you asking me out on a second date?
Maybe
Are you accepting?Â
                Maybe, hey wanna know something?
Sure
                You were my first kiss.
Really?
                Yeah, with someone as overprotective as J.J. as your                   brother you donât get to have boyfriends.Â
Yeah lol
Do you maybe wanna be my...yâknow
                Just say the word.
Gf?
                Yes, Top, would love to.
Okay, great
Goodnight
...
Little pogie
                lol goodnight top.
requested: yes; anon asked âhi! can i make a request for a topper imagine. something like after sarah breaks his heart and you try to be there for him even though youâre a pogue so heâs an ass at first but then he just wants someone to listen to him and eventually heâs all crazy for you. fluffy? maybe a little smutty?â
warnings: angry!topper, verbal abuse(?), slight violence, angst, swearing, fluffy soft topper, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT AT THE END, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), spanking
authorâs note: this is unedited because itâs long as hell and iâm lazy but yeah, hope you enjoy𤪠i also think i went a little off from the request but i tried to keep it as close as possible!
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You were at work when your phone started ringing in the break room. You were sat at a table, munching on a salad for lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw Kiaraâs name across the top. The Pogues and you had an agreement not to call each other work unless it was important. You slid your finger across the bottom to answer and swallowed your bite of food.
âKie? Everything okay?â you said as you held the phone to your ear.
âNo everything is not okay!â she exclaimed loudly on the other end. You pulled the phone away from your ear in shock before bringing it back. âJohn B just brought Sarah Cameron over here. Theyâve been macking behind our backs and he lied about it!â
Your eyebrows furrowed and you dropped the plastic fork into your bowl. Topper and Sarah had just gone to Midsummers together. Youâd just seen them at the country club the other day because, as fate would have it, they got sat in your section. You had to watch them disgustingly flirt across the table the whole time you tried to wait on them.
âShe was cheating on Topper?â you more so stated than asked in realization.
âYes! He broke the most sacred rule, Y/N. Pogues donât lie to other Pogues!â she shouted. You understood that she was more concerned with their friendgroup, but your mind traveled elsewhere.
You remembered seeing Topper arrive at the club shortly before you went on break. He met up with Kelce and Rafe to golf for the day. You needed to talk to him - make sure he was okay. He was supposed to be your sworn enemy by most standards, but you hated that damn rivalry. You didnât understand why you all just couldnât get along.
âIâll deal with John B later,â you reassured the raging girl on the other end of the phone. Being one year older than them all, youâd been made honorary âmom friendâ of the group. You typically handled drama amongst the teenagers. âI gotta go, Kie. Iâll call you when I get off.â
Kiara bid you goodbye and you quickly hung up. You stood from the table and tossed the rest of your salad in the trash; it wasnât that great anyway. You exited the break room and made your way to the dining area of the club. It was fairly empty, only a few tables occupied by club members. You spotted the back of a frosted tipped head at the bar and made your way over to him.
Topper was getting a few beers for him and the guys before they headed out on the course for the day. No one IDâd him, of course. The members of the club paid enough money to oversee this type of thing. Everyone just looked the other way.
âHey, Topper, can I talk to you?â you asked as you came to his side.
He glanced at you with a furrowed brow and scoffed, turing back to the bartender, âDo I have a choice?â
You ignored the question and way he tried to brush you off. You shifted your weight on your feet and said, âI heard about Sarah. I just wanted to say Iâm sorry. Are you okay?â
Topper froze completely in his spot. He knew word was going to get around eventually, it was inevitable and obvious. Though, he wasnât expecting you to walk right up to him and say something about it - putting salt in an open wound. He slowly turned to look at you with a stone cold expression on his face.
âWhy would you ask me that?â he practically growled, handing shooting out and gripping harshly onto your upper arm. âDid you come over here to gloat? Make fun of me? Rub it in my face that your little friendâs been hoeing around with my girl?â
âNo I-â you winced as Topper squeezed your arm harder, âTopper youâre hurting me.â
The tall Kook released your arm, realization crossing his face but it was quickly replaced with a scowl again. The bartender put the beers on the bar and he practically threw the cash across the bar at him. He grabbed the beverages and turned to you again.
âI have your job in the palm of my hand, Y/N, donât ever talk to me about that again,â Topper spat before walking away.
You had a frown etched into your features as you watched the blonde go. Your hand massaged the spot heâd grabbed subconsciously. When he was out of sight you dropped your hand to your side and sulked back to the break room. You were going to spend the fifteen minutes left of your break wishing youâd just kept your mouth shut.
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The next time you saw Topper was at a Boneyard kegger. You hadnât seen him at the club since that day. You hoped you never did. You desperately needed that job to keep you and your mom on your feet. Youâd never be able to find another job that paid that well, especially if your boss spread word that you messed with the Thornton boy.
You made your way towards the kegs for a refill when a group of guys turned with freshly filled cups. Youâd had your eyes cast downward on your feet as you tried not to trip in the sand. You nearly ran into someoneâs chest when you looked up into the face of the boy you were trying to avoid.
âT-Topper,â you stuttered, taking a step back when you realized how close you were. âSorry, I wasnât paying attention.â
âClearly,â Rafe snickered to your left, sauntering off with Kelce somewhere. Probably to find their next innocent and oblivious hookup to add to the notch on their belts.
You ignored the self proclaimed âKook Kingâ and stared up at Topper. His jaw was set as he stared down at you. His eyes were swimming with something you couldnât pin point. Regret? Guilt, maybe?
âYou come over here to try and get me to talk about my feelings again?â he mumbled, raising the cup to his lips to take a large drink.
âNo.. I just- Look Top, Iâm sorry.â
Topper scoffed and rolled his eyes. His shoulder bumped yours as he walked past, but not before adding, âStay the hell away from me.â
Pope, whoâd been at the kegs handing out beers, came to your side immediately upon seeing you frown. The two of you watched the boy make his way to his friends and other Kooks.
âYou okay?â the dark skinned boy asked, now looking down at you.
âYeah.. Yeah, Iâm fine,â you forced a smile to your lips and handed your empty cup over to be filled.
Unbeknownst to you, Topper watched you all night. He didnât understand why you cared. He didnât understand how you could still be so nice to him with the way him and his friends treated you and your friends. It was frustrating, really, this feeling in his chest that was pulling him towards you. Something about the way you looked at him, the way you were soft spoken but strong willed at the same time. He couldnât shake this feeling of wanting to let you in.
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It was a gorgeous morning. The sun had just completely revealed itself from the horizon, not a cloud in the sky. The waves were especially good. Thatâs how you found yourself down at the beach on Figure Eight. Their beaches werenât as crowded since, letâs face it, the Kooks didnât give a damn about surfing. You had a whole mile stretch to yourself. The only people you saw were a few joggers and dog walkers.
Your surf board glided through the waves effortlessly. You practiced some of the tricks JJ had been teaching you, nearly losing balance a handful of times. One wave took you by surprise and you tumbled through the water. You came up for air, choking on sea water, lungs burning. You could feel your muscles screaming at you despite the saltwater making your body feel exceptionally light.
You climbed back up onto your board, wiping your eyes and try and rid them of the burning sensation. You blinked away the mix of tears and seawater, looking towards the beach when you saw a familiar frosted tipped head. He stood shirtless, arms by his sides as he stared at you - a small smile on his lips that you couldnât see from so far away.
As you slid onto your stomach and began paddling back to shore, you were half expecting Topper to leave. You were surprised when he didnât, instead walking closer to you as the waves crashed around your legs when you stood.
âDidnât know you were so good at that,â it was a half-assed compliment, but you still smiled.
âYou wouldnât know, itâs a Pogue sport,â you teased breathlessly.
Topper rolled his eyes, this time playfully as a smile again tugged at his lips. He watched as you stuck your board in the sand and undid the ankle strap. You sat down to take some relief off your aching legs and leant back against your palms.
âWhatâre you doing on this side of town?â he asked as he came down to sit beside you, keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you.
âThe beach is less crowded over here. Itâs easier to surf without worrying about getting run over by someone else,â you replied, looking over at the dirty blonde.
Topperâs skin was glistening with sweat and his muscles looked taught - not that you were paying attention. You figured heâd been on a run before stopping to talk to you. Only God knows why after the way heâd been treating you.
âYou know, I didnât mean the things I said to you,â his voice was softer now. His blue eyes met yours for a moment before he was looking back out at the water. âI guess.. I was just so angry at Sarah and John B. Youâre his friend so I took my anger out on you.â
âApology accepted,â you replied with a smile, even though he hadnât outright said he was sorry. Topperâs gaze locked on yours and a genuine smile crossed his lips.
The two of you sat on the beach for hours, time slipping away from you as you talked. He opened up to you about Sarah and how heartbroken he was. He told you how his attachment to her was unhealthy and he wasnât even sure if he was truly happy with her. He told you how heâs just ready to move on and figure out what real love is.
He opened up about his mom and how she expected so much from him. You realized the boy boy had a lot of pressure on him. He was going through more than a lot of people knew about, even his own friends. But you noticed how he sat up straighter and seemed more relaxed the more he talked. He was smiling and laughing with you, something you never thought youâd be able to say. You saw a twinkle in his eye that hadnât been there before and it made your heart swell.
â˘
You and Topper had been hanging out quite regularly. Heâd meet up with you after you got off work and youâd grab lunch or take a walk on the beach if it was late. Youâd take long drives on your days off, windows down with music playing softly as you talked about everything - or nothing at all. Heâd even helped your mom fix her car when it broke down on her way to work. It surprised you that he even knew anything about cars, thinking he just threw money at someone to fix whatever problem he had.
The Pogues didnât know about your newfound friendship with the Kook. They assumed you were busy with work and your mom. Occasionally you had to pick up some extra shifts so your absence was nothing new to them.
The Kooks heard youâd been hanging around with Topper but no one had really seen it with their own eyes. They were whispers of gossip in the dark started by older folks seeing the two of you at the club or on the beach. Rafe had tried to ask his best friend about it but was brushed off as if he didnât know what he was talking about.
When you showed up at the Boneyard for - yes, another party - with the blue eyed boy, everyoneâs attention was on you. You were linked arm in arm as you treaded the sand down to the crowd of people. The whispers and quiet murmurs started. It was eerily quiet - those parties were never quiet.
The Pogues were by the kegs, staring wide eyed and mouth opened at the two of you. You could practically feel the uncomfort coming from John B and Sarah. If looks could kill, Rafe would have killed you both, Kelce stood beside him with his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
âWell this couldnât be any more awkward,â Topper muttered, trying to stifle a laugh.
âIt was your idea to come together,â you whispered back, glancing over at your friends, âTheyâre looking at me like I just killed their puppy.â
The two of you erupted into a fit of giggles, making your way to the kegs. Pope filled up a cup and hesitated as he handed it over to Topper. You kept the smile on your face as you looked between the Pogues. You took the next cup and took a sip as the tall boy unlinked his arm from yours.
âIâm gonna go talk to Rafe before he has an aneurysm,â he muttered in your ear, hand lingering on your lower back.
You hummed in response and nodded, watching him walk over to the Kooks before you turned back to your friends. Still, they were staring at you. Mixed looks of surprise, disapproval and betrayal.
âWhat the hell was that?â JJ was the first to open his mouth.
You shrugged a bit and smiled around the rim of your cup as you took another sip of the bitter liquid.
Kiara sat herself on one of the kegs and added, âDont play coy with us, Y/L/N. Whatâs going on?â
âWeâre just hanging out! Itâs not a big deal,â you exasperated, free hand slapping against your thigh after you threw it up.
âYouâre fucking Topper now?â John B asked, standing behind JJ with a disgusted look on his face. âThatâs why youâve been so MIA lately?â
You turned to the curly haired brunette and raised an eyebrow. A sarcastic smile painted itself across your lips and you tilted your head. âI donât think you have much room to talk, do you? Weâre not fucking. Donât be an asshole,â you retorted.
A silence fell over your group, an uncomfortable one. You werenât one to talk to friends in such a way but theyâd backed you into a corner. They were trying to interrogate you, but John B was also running around with a Kook and even helped her cheat. You werenât going to let them judge your choices when they werenât much better.
As soon as Topper walked up to his friends, Rafe couldnât help the words flying from his mouth, âSo you hang out with Pogues now?â
The shorter male scoffed and shook his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He brought the cup he was holding up to his lips to keep himself from spewing a harsh remark in return.
âI mean, if youâre just fucking her, itâs cool bro, do what you want. But you two sure did seem coupled up. You donât want some Pogue slut ruining your reputation, Top-â
âDonât talk about her like that, man,â Topper snapped, staring his friend in the eye. Rafe raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. Kelce stood awkwardly to the side, not wanting to include himself or pick sides between his friends.
âSheâs not a slut and sheâs not just some Pogue,â Topper continued to defend you, turning to look over his shoulder at you. He could tell your discussion with the Pogues was heated by the way you were talking with your hand and the clench of your jaw. âSheâs a cool girl. She takes care of her shit and doesnât let peopleâs opinions of her, change how she carries herself. Maybe if you actually got to know her instead of judging where she came from, youâd see that too,â he continued, looking at Rafe again.
The brunette Kook held his hands up defensively and muttered something like okay man, whatever. Topper turned to look at you once more, catching your gaze. You sent him a small smile and a single nod. He did the same. Despite how your friendâs felt from both sides, the two of you didnât care. You were like two magnets being drawn together, a feeling neither of you had ever experienced before.
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Your shift had just ended and walked out the doors to see the familiar Jeep parked out by the curb. You smiled and walked over, pulling the passenger side door open and climbing into the vehicle. Your hair had started to fall out of the ponytail you were wearing and you probably smelt of all the food youâd been handling all day. You rubbed a hand over your face tiredly and leant back in the seat.
Topper sat in the driverâs seat, taking a moment to stare at you before driving away. He had a small smile on his face when your eyes met. You let out a soft laugh and covered your face with your hand, mumbling, âWhat?â
The Kook shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he pulled the car away from the curb and started driving. You turned to look out the window and noticed he was taking you farther into Figure Eight instead of the usual way to your house.
âWhere are we going?â you asked and turned to look at him again. The sun was setting and casting a beautiful glow over Topperâs face. His tan skin being illuminated by the orange light made his eyes impossibly bluer.
âMy momâs on the mainland for work so I figured we could hang at my place,â he responded, glancing over at you. âIf thatâs okay! I didnât even ask.â
You hummed and nodded, eyes drifting back out to the houses flying by. Youâd only been to Topperâs house one other time since youâd started hanging out. You knew what it looked like though. The Pogues liked to crash house parties often and his had been one of them many times.
You arrived at the large house fairly quickly and Topper let you inside. You kicked off your work shoes by the door and followed him up the staircase. He opened his bedroom door and walked in ahead of you, quickly picking up some of his discarded clothes and tossing them in his hamper in the corner. The room was very minimalistic and tidy, probably his motherâs doing.
You walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the sea foam green colored duvet. He wiped the palms of his hands on his shorts and turned to you. Your hands were clasped together in your lap as your eyes traveled around the room. You looked so tiny compared to the large mattress and he could tell you were a bit uncomfortable - not wanting to dirty his space.
âYou can take a shower. I know you probably want to,â Topper suggested, walking across the room and opening the door to his attached bathroom.
âOh I- uh, I donât have any clothes.â
Topper waved his hand in dismissal and opened up the bottom drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a pair of old basket shorts and a t-shirt. He put them on the counter in the bathroom and turned to you with a raised brow.
âI guess I donât have an excuse now, huh?â you chuckled and stood up, entering the large bathroom.
âIf you need anything just gimme me a shout,â he told you with a smile before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door.
You turned on the shower and got it to the right temperature, taking off your clothes and slipping under the stream of water. You let out a content sigh and basked in the warmth for a minute. The water pressure was so much better than what you got on the South side.
You quickly washed your hair with some of his shampoo and shockingly, conditioner. Most boys wouldnât have that product. His body wash was sandlewood scented and you used your hands to clean your sweaty skin. You took an extra minute to make sure you were rinsed completely before turning off the water.
You grabbed a towel and thoroughly dried your body before stepping out and slipping on Topperâs shorts. They were big on you but thankfully didnât fall off your hips. You slipped his shirt over your head and smiled softly as his scent swirled around you. You skipped out on undergarments - considering you didnât have fresh ones, but you were comfortable enough around the Thornton boy to go without.
You opened the door while towel drying your hair and found Topper sat against his headboard. Heâd changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of his old Kook Academy t-shirts. He was scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a good movie to put on when his eyes traveled to you. His breath hitched at the sight of you in his clothes, wet hair dampening the maroon colored material.
Itâs as if his eyes were glued to your body, frozen on the bed with the remote clasped tightly in his hands. You tossed the towel into Topperâs hamper and made your way to the bed. His gaze was still on you as you stopped at the end and you chuckled.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â you teased, climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards the pillows.
âDonât tempt me.â
You were still on your hands and knees when you looked to the tan boy. He was staring back at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were a darker, stormy blue. His eyes flickered between yours as he had an internal battle with himself. They drifted to your lips as you pulled your bottom one between your teeth.
âCan I kiss you?â Topperâs voice was softer now, eyes meeting yours once again.
âI thought youâd never ask,â you replied through a grin and shuffled closer to him.
The Kookâs hands dropped the remote, one finding the back of your neck and the other meeting your waist. Your lips met awkwardly at first, noses bumping. You pulled back with a soft laugh and tilted your head, leaning in slowly this time. The kiss was soft and tentative. Your lips moved together in synchronized motions.
Topperâs hands pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap. The room was heating up by the second as your hands roamed the toned planes of his chest over his shirt. You tongue swiped at his lips while tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His large hands wrapped around your hips before sliding up and feeling at your waist.
You hadnât realized youâd started to grind down against the Thornton boy until you shifted and made contact with his half hard cock. He gasped into your mouth and pulled away from your lips. His pupils were blown wide and his cheeks were pink. You looked something similar, lips swollen from the pressure of his against yours. He had grabbed onto your hips tightly and held them while his chest moved with his soft pants.
âY/N..â Topper hesitated. He didnât want you to feel like this is all he wanted. The two of you had spent so much time together, he felt so stupid to shut the idea of being with you down all those times just because you were a Pogue. You knew him better than his own mother at this point. You helped him get over Sarah and learn to love himself again - and in turn, start to fall in love with you. He didnât want you to feel like his rebound or a fling. He wanted you; all of you.
Your read Topperâs thoughts through his eyes, feeling your heart swell. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and bent down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Your mouth trailed down his jaw until your soft breath was at his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.
âI want you, Topper,â you whispered, a hint of desperation laced in your tone.
The sound of you saying those words alone had his cock fully erect. A low growl sounded in his chest when you ground your hips against him once again. He flipped the two of you, your head nestled in the pillows as he hovered over you. Your legs were bent at the knees at both sides of his hips and his pressed his length against your clothed heat. You mewled at the touch, fingers sliding into the frosted tips of his hair.
He dipped his head and attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into your delicate skin. Your head tilted to him better access fingers tugging as his soft locks as he found your sweet spot. Topper groaned softly, one hand sliding under your - his - shirt. His thumb and pointer finger rolled your perked nipple, causing your back to arch.
âStop teasing,â you whined as he lifted his head and smirked down at you.
âPatience, babygirl,â Topper muttered, pushing himself up onto his knees. He pulled his shirt off your body and hummed as he took in the sight of your exposed chest.
The obvious tent in sweatpants made your mouth water. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his clothed cock, palming him through the garnments. He let out a strangled groan as he twitched in your hand. He quickly ripped off his own shirt, giving you a chance to admire his muscular body as he worked on getting your shorts off.
Topper couldnât hold back anymore. Heâd been longing for this moment since he realized his feelings for Sarah had diminished. Youâd been waiting for this moment since he apologized at the club. Youâd always found him attractive and as the two of you got closer, your feelings for him only intensified.
âYouâre already wet and Iâve barely started,â he breathed as he spread your legs open for him and admired your glistening pussy.
You bit your lip and tried to get Topperâs sweatpants down his legs but from your angle, it was almost impossible. You huffed in frustration and laid back against the pillows.
âTopper, Iâve been waiting for this for too long. Please, take your pants off and fuck me already.â
The Kook didnât argue. He wanted nothing more than to lay down and devoure you of everything you had; make you cum repeatedly on his tongue. But with the way you were practically begging for his cock and dripping arousal on his duvet, he couldnât wait to fuck you into next week.
He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free, not even bothering to take them off completely. He hooked one of your legs over his forearm and tapped the head of his length against your clit then dragged it through your folds to your entrance. The corners of his lips twitched up as your juices coated him. He guided himself inside of you slowly then put that hand on your hip.
A soft moan left your lips as Topper filled you up, sighing in relief when he bottom out and held your hips as close to him as he could. He had his jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering as your walls hugged him perfectly.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groaned softly as he began thrusting slowly. Heâd pull back until the head of his cock was the only thing inside of you, then press the whole length of himself back into you.
You whimpered in response, displeased with his slow pace. Your hands traveled up the expanse of his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When you reached his pecks you dragged your nails back down.
âFuck me like you mean it, Top, please. I need more,â you begged the gorgeous boy above you.
His eyes left where the two of your bodies met and locked on yours. They were cloudy with arousal and a smirk spread across his lips, replying, âAs you wish, princess.â
Topperâs hips snapped forward as he started fucking you faster. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as well as your moans. The grip he had on your hip was bruising tight and his cock was brushing your g-spot with every thrust. He grunted as he moved your leg and put your ankle over his shoulder, bearing his weight on his free hand.
You brought your other leg around his hip, crying out as he started pounding against your g-spot now. The coil in your stomach was winding up fast. Topper felt your pussy clenching around him and he moaned.
âGonna cum on my cock already, baby?â he asked, bringing his hand off of your hip to rub quick circles against your clit with his thumb. He watched your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as pornographic, sinful moans escaped you. âThatâs it, cum for me, Y/N.â
Your legs shook as the euphoric orgasm wracked your body. Topper slowed his thrusts as you road out your high bending down and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whined and arched into his mouth, nails scratching at his shoulder blades.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving your body cold and empty. You opened your eyes to see him shimmying out of his sweatpants and boxers. He was lazily stroking himself with one and the other grabbed your leg to turn you over.
âHands and knees, babygirl,â he demanded, pulling your hips up once you were on your stomach.
You had barely gotten your knees situated before he was plunging his length back inside of you. You propped yourself on your elbows and gasped as he set a brutal pace, one hand pressing into your lower back on the spine. Watching your ass bounce with each of his thrusts had Topper in a daze. He couldnât take his eyes off of your bottom half and his other hand came down on one of your asscheeks roughly, causing him to groan as he watched it shake.
At this angle you could feel him so much deeper than before. All of your senses were on overdrive after your first orgasm, now he was slamming against your g-spot at an ungodly pace. Your second orgasm was approaching faster and faster and you couldnât stop your pussy from clenching right around him.
âYes, fuck yes! Right there, Topper, donât stop!â you moaned out, the side of your face pressed into the bed and muffling your voice slightly.
The Kook let out an animalistic moan, hands gripping tightly to your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. They were getting sloppy, but he tried to keep his pace the same, letting his head fall back as he felt his own release approaching.
âF-Fuck,â Topper groaned, squeezing onto your hips, âIâm gonna fill up this tight pussy, baby. Shit, Iâm cumming.â
The two of you released almost at the same time, you reaching your second high just before him. A cry of his name left your lips as your juices coated his swelling cock. His hips stuttered as thick ropes of his cum filled you up. He slowed down, using your tight walls to milk himself as he chanted your name like a mantra.
You fell limp on the bed, causing Topperâs softening cock to slip out of you. He watched his cum slowly drip out of you, making a mess onto your abused cunt and his bed. He got up from the bed and went to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back and gently cleaned you up then himself.
The Thornton boy helped maneuver you under his sheets, smiling at the dazed look in your eyes. He stripped the comforter off his bed and made a mental note to wash it in the morning before climbing under the sheets beside you.
He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when you rested it on his chest. He brushed your hair off your shoulder and let his fingertips trace gentle patterns onto your bare skin. The silence didnât bother either of you - just content being in each otherâs embrace.
âHey, Top?â you muttered sleepily into the golden skin of his chest. He hummed in response and you continued, âI really like you.â
Topper couldnât hold back the grin that invaded his face, throwing his head back for a second in joy.
âHey, Y/N?â he copied you, waiting for you to hum in response before he tilted your chin up. He planted a loving kiss against your lips then the tip of your nose and whispered, âI really like you too.â
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What usually would be love and admiration became anger when he heard your sweet laugh echo through the trees.Â
He watched, anger laced in his eyes.
You were laughing at a joke that was not his and on top of that, you were dancing with a boy that wasnât him either. These thoughts overtook his bodies, the blood boiling inside of him clouded his judgement. His eyes stared at the scene in front of him. The tourons hands clasping at your waist, now grasping your ass.
 Your eyes widen quickly in the realization of where the strangerâs hands are, you attempt to push him away, but the boy had a tight grip on. Topper, who of course noticed where his hands were before you did, was already on the way to rescue you.
âYo, low life! What the fuck do you think your doing?â He yelled as he still was walking his way over to where the two of you were. His eyes never left from the tourons hands.
The brunette smirked cockily at Topper and squeezes your ass again. You gasp, struggling to remove yourself from him, but his grip had tighten even more.
âLet me go.â You ordered.Â
The unknown name groans, âCâmon babe, We were having such a good time dancing.âÂ
His eyes bore into yours, completely ignoring Topper.Â
âDancing.â You emphasized, pushing his chest, so he would back away from you.Â
Meanwhile, Topper steps forward breaking any attention you had on the perverted pig in front of you to him.
âShe said to stop.â He spoke. The anger in his tone slicing through the air.
The touron placed both of his hands up in the air as a defense almost as a way to say âIâm innocent. I didnât do anything.âÂ
He rolled his eyes at Topper and sighed.
âShe wouldâve liked it.â He said, turning his body away from the boy intending to walk away from Topper and you.Â
You watched with wet eyes at Topper shaking his head when he looked at you informing him that you wouldâve not liked it.
âFucking pervert. â Topper yelled at the back of his head.
The touron laughed at Topper mockingly and whipped around to face him.
âOh really. You gotta deal with your jealously issues, bro. The girl wanted to dance with me. She doesnât give a fuck about you.â He laughed.
It was a known fact that Topper had a crush on you, even you knew he did, but because you were best friends with Sarah, you never allowed him a chance despite Sarahâs approval. You told him it was because he was the ex your best friend, but truth be told it was much more than that.
The sound of skin on skin contact not only gained your attention away from your thoughts, but the attention of others around you as well.Â
âStop.â You yelled, pushing your way back through from the crowd to see what was happening. Topper ducked at the the boys punch and shot one back. The sound of the contact making you flinch each and every time.
âTopper!â You yelled at the top of your lungs. Distracted by your voice, Topper stopped. He turned away from the bleeding boy and laid his eyes on you. Blood pooled over his eye, hiding some of his vision, but he still noticed your disappointed face when you approached him.Â
You grabbed his wrist careful not to to touch him and led him into the house. He was reluctant to allow you to drag him into the upstairs bathroom, but you did.Â
âSit.â You ordered. He sighed pulling the toliet seat down to sit. You left the room and he anxiously waited for you to come back, while looking awkwardly at any of the people who attempted to come in and use the bathroom.
When you came back his awkwardness faded.Â
âWhy must you get into so many fights?â You sighed approaching him with a clothe that was now drenched in disinfectant alcohol. He hissed when the clothe made contact with his skin, causing you to flinch at the abrupt sound.
âI was trying to defend you.â He sighed, and moved his head down to avoid your gaze. The motion of his head moving caused his hair to brush up against the cut on his forehead.
You sighed back and moved the piece of hair out of the way, so you could clean off that area as well.Â
âYou-â
He cut you off with a scoff, âI did have to. Did you not see what he was trying to do? Why do you do that to yourself? You deserve much better than these low lives. I could treat you much better. God, Y/n. Why wonât you just give me a chance.âÂ
Your hand pulled away from his face and paused. Your eyes turned soft as you looked until his bloodshot ones. You moved your head away from his gaze, âI told you-â
Once again he had cut you off, with nods in a mocking way towards you as he spoke, âThat we canât date because your best friend cheated on me almost two years ago. That can not be in. Sheâs been in how many other relationships after cheating on me?â
He pulled your hand away from taking care of his injuries and held it.
âThat can not be the reason. And I know itâs not because you donât like me because you do. Why else would you be in here helping me or texting me everyday. I just want a chance. One chance.â
âIm scared, okay?â You exclaimed.
âOf?â
âOf being in love. Of losing you. Weâre such good friends, and when you get bored of being in a relationship with me, your going to leave and when you leave you will no longer be in my life anymore. Itâs better for you to be in my life as my friend than nothing at all.â
 It was moments before he spoke again. He was trying to understand where you were coming from, but he couldnât.
âI would never leave.â He replied, so he never did.
Summary: Topper and Reader have a nice day out and a picnic on his boat.
Requested: Yes! Requested by @sweetestdolan Topper x reader where theyâre having a picnic on his boat and just fluff?
Warning: Nothing crazy, thereâs only fluff and metions for drinking.
I hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long. Also it wouldnât let me tag you but I hope you see this!
Sorry itâs so short! I just wanted to make it short and sweet!
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You and Topper have been dating for a couple of months and itâs going fantastic. You always have cute little dates together or sleepovers, where he will do face masks with you. His literally your best friend and after years of being in relationships that you werenât treated the best in, your happy you can finally say your the happiest you have ever been in your whole life and thatâs all thanks to Topper.
âBe carefully y/n, there could be sharks or something in the waterâ You look up to see your worried boyfriend staring down at you from his boat as you swim around in the water.
âBaby you worry to muchâ You swim to the back of the boat and climb up the little ladder so your back on the boat.
âOnly because I like you so much and I donât want to see you get eaten by a sharkâ he wraps his towel around you and pulls you into his chest. âYou hungry? I packed a little something for usâ a big cheeky smile appears on his face and he guides you by your hips to a chair âClose your eyesâ
You laugh and do as he says, it wasnâtďżź unusual that Topper did little things to surprise you, he loves seeing you happy and would do anything to see you smile.
You hear Topper walking around the boat moving things around. âOkay open babyâ You open your eyes to see a picnic blanket laying on the floor of the boat with a basket on top of it and a couple of candles.
âOh my god babe!â you stand up and pull Topper into a big hug âYour so cute! I can't believe you did thisâÂ
âOnly for you babyâ he smiles âletâs eatâ you both sit down on the blanket and Topper pulls out a bottle of champagne, popping it and pouring you a glass. âCheers baby girlâ he passes you the glass and you take a small sip. You really couldn't ask for anything more in this moment, your heart was completely full of love for him even though you have never told him how much you love him, you were afraid to say it first because you didnât want to scare him off.
Topper puts his hand on your thigh and takes a sip from his glass that was in his other hand before he makes eye contact with you âYour so beautiful y/nâ
You smile and kiss him quickly âThank you, sooo whyâd you decide to do all thisâ
Topper looks at you and smiles âwell y/n I wanted to thank you for being an amazing girlfriendâ he leans in and places a kiss on your lips before pulling away âAnd well I did it because..â he takes a deep breath and his hand on your thigh started shaking a bit âI love you y/nâ
The words you have waited to hear for so long where finally just said and your heart felt like it was going to explode. Youâve waited for this moment for months and tried to ďżźimagine how it would happen, but now that it finally has you couldnât think of it being any more perfect.
A huge smile appears on your face and you could see Topper became less stressed when he seen you smiling âTopper Thornton I love you tooâ he automatically cups your face with his hands and pulls you in for a long kiss.
He pulls away and smiles âStrawberries and chocolate?â He pulls them out from theďżź basket and sits them on the blanket.
âYum my favourite!â
âY/n youâll be my wife one day, I promise youâ
I was reading some topper fluff and then I got a text so I went out of the app and then accidentally slid up and I have no clue what the fuck I was reading and who it was by and now I canât find topper fluff period đ¤