i’ve been obsessed w say yes to the dress recently so m thinking about being cuddled up next to toji in bed under my big soft blanket (where i torture his skin with my ice cold toes im so serious my feet always are so cold) with a couple snack packages spread on our laps. im tucked underneath his arm, snuggled up into his side, laying my head on his chest.
toji’s mouth is full of popcorn, eyes squinted at the bright tv screen.
“that’s fucking ugly” his words were muffled, but i could understand exactly what he’s saying.
his voice rumbled his chest beneath my head. we’re staring at a dress with a feathered skirt that we both had a distaste for. i matched him, mouth full of sour gummy worms.
“didn’t know you were such a fashionista, babe !”
“doesn’t take a ‘fashionista’ to notice that’s ugly” he puts the word fashionista in air quotes.
“and this dress is priced at $22,500” came from the tv, referring to the dress that we found to be ugly.
the price sent toji into a coughing fit, choking on spit and popcorn kernels. he sat up in a snap, doubling over and sending our snacks flying everywhere.
“toji, our snacks !!!!!!”
once my mind is off the snacks, i go to pat his back (not really doing anything to alleviate the coughing)
“you can’t die on me yet old man !”
and somehow that’s the thing to get him to stop coughing. he’s looking at me like im just prey, eyebrows furrowed with a deep scowl. he’s so unmoving it’s scary. till he pounces on me. the movement is fast and shocking but there’s only enough strength in his ‘attack’ to knock me backwards into the mattress. (he would never use his real full strength on me — im too delicate to him :3)
the raspberries he blows into my bare tummy pulls loud giggles and shrieks from my throat. toji likes to keep his face clean shaven but short bits of stubble tend to peak out between his shaves, and now is one of those times.
“babe ur scratchy!”
“am i, ma?”
he only lets up for a few seconds from tickling my sensitive tummy with his lips and stubble.
my feet are kicking in the air and my tummy hurts from all my laughing, tears forming in my eyes
“toji let up !!”
and finally he listened, pulling himself off of me to rest against the headboard. and he looked so good. hair a bit tousled, lips swollen from their onslaught to my tummy. his sweatpant clad legs were spread the perfect amount for me to slot in between, the muscles of his bare torso rippling under the dim lights of the bedroom
“come give this old man a kiss, mama”
and who am i to deny ? toji’s grip on my hips is tight as a place big wet kisses on his lips, and along his jaw, say yes to the dress still playing in the background. his cologne smelt so good and skin felt so warm in such close proximity.
“im saying yes to this dress!”
that’s when me and toji pull away from the kiss to stare at each other in shock — the bride on tv saying yes to the dress we both thought was ugly.
the two of us are back to stuffing our faces , snuggled up against each other.
“wow that dress is beautiful and her body’s insane..” i say with a pout, mouth still full of sour gummy worms “toj, i wish i looked like that…”
he’s giving me an annoyed look with a click of his tongue and a squeeze to my hip “tch”
“hey what’s wrong with you suddenly, grumpy pants ?”
“you wanna look like some woman im not in love with. i love you cause you’re you and cause you’re built like you. i don’t give a damn if u like her body better, i like yours cause it’s you”
the tears involuntarily flowed to my eyes, clouding my vision of toji with blurriness.
“oh toji ..”
and that’s when he gets attacked with kisses all over his face and neck with ‘i love you’s between each one.
“you’re getting the best head of your life later big boy”
“oh am i?”
the dress on screen was beautiful. it had a sweetheart neckline, a low dipped back that was blinged out with crystals near the butt. the bodice was resembled a tight fit corset that hit the hips, still crystals all over, before transforming into the flared out silk satin skirt. it was paired with lace gloves that hit just between the armpit and the elbow.
“yknow..” it had been a while since either of us spoke up, watching the tv together in silent peace for the past few episodes.
“mm?” toji’s humming out as he adjusts to shift his focus towards me.
“i would’ve loved to wear that dress on my wedding day. it’s just, so beautiful and elegant. i think it’d make me feel like a princess !”
“what do you mean you would’ve loved to wear it at your wedding ? like you’re not gonna get married ?”
“well i dunno bout you, but ‘m kinda planning on being with you till the very end y’know?”
“what does that have to do with not getting married ?”
his face was warped into something of great confusion, the show the last thing on his mind right now.
my heart’s thumping embarrassingly loud in my chest, hands suddenly shaking and sweaty.
“well.. you’ve already been married before, and you have megs ! so you’ve been through all like the big milestones in life already, yknow ? so i just. i assumed you wouldn’t wanna go through that again.. i would love to get married one day but — i’d rather be unmarried with you than married with someone else”
and in a split second, so fast if you blinked you would miss it, toji’s expression relaxed and softened
“oh sweet girl.. i don’t care that i’ve done those things already, if getting married would make you happy, i would love to marry you.”
“toji fushiguro. is this your way of proposing to me ?”
“lemme do something romantic for you when the time comes, let’s just promise for now that we’re gonna get married, kay?”
“i promise toj”
“i promise, ma”
and then slow sweet kisses between giggles.
“toj, yknow what getting married means ?”
“hm?”
“you gotta cough up some cash so i can get a pretty dress~”
and suddenly toji was lightheaded, thinking of all the expensive dresses we had watched on the tv in front of us.
fin.
fyi this is what it’s like to be in my head. like my brain is just constantly swarmed with daydreams and imaginations of toji 🧍🏽♀️and im not too big a fan of ma or mama but it’s just soooo toji like it’s perfectly okay when it comes from him. this was meant to just be a little rant of my daydreams but it turned out to be more than that .. i wrote him a bit soft (which he isn’t always) but when we’re sleepy n lazy relaxing he’s just so soft and domestic and i love him bad.
@lactosenono u asked for this 🫵
