I Literally Ignored All My Responsibilities To Make This Today. I Regret Nothing.

I literally ignored all my responsibilities to make this today. I regret nothing.

urgh yes pls 🤰

Me: I could take him

Soap: in a fight right?

Me:

Soap: right???

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moonlight sonata.

★ pairing: toji x reader

☽ summary: you’re not one of toji’s regrets.

★ genre: pure fucking fluff

☽ warnings: some curse words but thats it

★ a/n: another blurb until i finally finish the geto fic i’m writing. this is like totally self indulgent but i’m sharing anyway hehe. as always, ur likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoy.

“can you tell me a secret?” you ask, your hand smoothing back and forth across his chest as you lay alongside him.

the night is thick and you can’t see anything around you, but you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. you know it’s definitely ridiculous just how much you bug him, knowing that he’s an old man with a rotting conscience, but you can’t help it. especially when he gives you a look that says: “i’m too fucking old for this.” it’s your favorite past-time now and you don’t feel guilty about it. not even a little bit.

“secret?” he groans, nudging his chin against the top of your head. “what kinda secret?”

“any kind, toji, i don’t care.”

“i don’t have any secrets, y/n,” he states. “unless we’re talkin’ about you.”

you laugh, slapping his torso. “don’t humor me, toji. you’re an open book when it comes to me.”

“you’re actually a pain in my fuckin’ ass.”

“yeah well,” you smile, patting him. “you should’ve killed me when you had the chance. now you’re stuck with an uppity bitch that fixes you oatmeal for breakfast. cinnamon oatmeal.”

he makes a gruff sound. “dear god, don’t remind me of that shit again. you tried to poison me.”

“i sure did. and now you’re stuck with me.”

“i have regrets,” he sighs a minute later but his arms squeeze you closer to him, nevertheless. “seriously. i got no secrets, baby. just regrets and mistakes.”

“and i’m one of them?” you joke, even though your heart clenches.

he presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead before he’s tilting your chin up towards him. he can’t see you but he doesn’t need to to know that your eyes are still looking up at him like they always are.

“never,” he whispers, lips hovering above yours. “you could never be one of ‘em.”

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