Outer Banks Imagines

Spin for Me || angst & fluff

Summary: Midsummers was a disaster thanks to those damn Pouges, but Topper does his best to keep you happy
Word Count: 550
Warnings: swearing, tad bit of angst, nothing more this is just fluff
Prompt: "Be a doll and do a spin for me, won't you? you just look so adorable."
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Standing around the Midsummer's event was the most boring part; your boyfriend was off goofing around with Kelce and Rafe, nowhere in sight. Random strangers and acquaintances would muddle around, engaging in dull conversations about your life plans.However, you looked forward to dancing with Topper. You looked forward to the slow songs, holding on tight to him while swaying back and forth.
JJ ran right past you, his tray of drinks splashing onto you as he took a step forward, eyeing the tray of food.
"What the fuck?" you mumbled, rolling your eyes. This night was just getting worse and worse. Wine soaked through your white dress—where the hell was Topper? You just wanted to go home.
You stormed into the girl's bathroom, dabbing a wet napkin over the stains. It was a total loss. You pushed open the door, grabbed your phone from your purse, and prepared to text Topper. He stepped out of the men's locker room.
"Hey, what's going on?" He was looking at your face, not noticing the huge stain on your dress. "Let's go dancing!" He reached out his hand for you to take.
"No, I want to go home, Top." You tried to keep your tone even as his gaze settled on the stain.
"Oh, it's really not that bad."
"It's bad. Can you please just take me home?" You didn't let him finish. You turned on your heel and began walking to the front doors and out to Topper's car. He was trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He ran ahead, opening your door for you.
The drive back to his house was silent, with no music, no humorous road rage, no nothing. You said nothing as you went inside and showered; you weren't fuming anymore. You'd had time to rationalize your feelings. Midsummer was stupid anyway, and it happened every year.
"Hey Top," you saw him sitting in his bed on his phone, "I'm sorry I snapped at you; I was just so frustrated with what happened and I'm sorry."
"Wait, what happened?" He sat up, pulling you to sit next to him.
"JJ fucking knocked a tray of drinks into me," you rolled your eyes as you finished.
"Oh, I'm so going to get back at him for that," Topper stood abruptly, "that's fucking bullshit."
"Top," you said, grabbing his arm, "that's not even the issue."
"Then what?" "I just really wanted to dance with you," you pouted.
"I'm sorry, baby, I should've paid more attention to you." He kneeled in front of you on the bed, held your hand, and said, "Let's dance right now."
He stood, pulling up classical music through the house speakers.
"No, Topper, I'm only in a towel," he shrugged, looking you up and down.
You shook your head intently; there was no way in hell you would dance in a bath towel.
"Come on, baby, be a doll, and do a spin for me, won't you?" He stretched out his hand and pulled you up. He spun you around and said, "Oh, you just look so adorable."
He pulled you back into himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you. You lifted your arms around his neck, both of your heads resting on the other's shoulder. You placed a hand on the back of his head, playing with his soft hair as he swayed you two back and forth.
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