chapter five: stolen sweethearts | m.list
synopsis: you’re a college gossip columnist with a shitty boyfriend. your life takes a turn when you meet a hot guitarist that makes you pause writing about other people’s lives and start living yours.
warnings: TOXIC boyfriend, cheating, suggestive, cursing, slut shaming, threats of violence, f!reader
Your eyes blink open from your peaceful slumber, only to be met with your previously rain-soaked clothes now dry, clean and neatly sprawled next to you - in place of Takuma.
The cold emptiness of his vast bed triggers a familiar pang your heart, knowing that it’s likely a hint for you to get out of his apartment.
Even after all the generosity he offered you last night, Ino Takuma is still is just a man - a man in a band at that. You should’ve known. He probably brings home fawning girls far too often for you to be anything special, despite how much he made you feel like it.
Unfortunately, it appears you were right from the start. He is a slut after all.
To be fair, it’s not like you’re much of a saint either. You did have sex with a man you just met while still being in a committed relationship - albeit a shitty committed relationship.
A shitty committed relationship that you’ve now desecrated for what was apparently just a one night stand. What are you going to do now?
Well, firstly, you need to leave. Sighing, you haul yourself out of the lonesome bed and defeatedly begin to dress up.
The door creaks open and you catch a glimpse of Takuma’s pink-hued face before he diverts his body to prevent his eyes from further lingering on you in your half-naked state.
“Shit, I’m so sorry! I thought you were still asleep!” Takuma apologises - something he does too frequently. “I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry!”
You let out a relieved laugh. There’s no way he’s the type to chase a girl out of his bed the next morning. In fact, he’s so adorably nervous that it makes you wonder how this is the same man who gave you the dicking of your life mere hours ago.
“Takuma, you were inside me last night,” you remind him. “You can look at me in my underwear, it’s okay.”
Cautiously, he rotates his body, allowing you finally notice the tray he’s been carrying this whole time.
Presented on the tray is a succulent fruit salad - with each piece cut into the shape of a heart - a pile of fluffy, freshly baked pancakes coated in a sweet-scented syrup and a glass of a thick, orange mixture that resembles a hangover cure.
“You made all this for me?” your voice cracks. Moved by the unfamiliar feeling of being deeply cared for by a partner, your eyes pool with tears.
Takuma realises and swiftly sets the tray down on his bedside table before worriedly making his way to you. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Fuck, I’m sor-”
You interrupt him before he can needlessly apologise once again, “No, no. You’re perfect, that’s the problem.” You see his eyebrows furrow in confusion so you explain further. “I’m just not used to this treatment… I don’t know if i deserve it,” you finish almost inaudibly.
Takuma’s heart aches at the sight of you so glum. “You deserve it, Y/n. What you don’t deserve is how badly your boyfriend treats you,” he asserts with so much gravitas, he thinks he's been temporarily possessed by Nanami.
“I mean, I’m not exactly innocent either. I just cheated on him,” you whisper, as if you fear Sukuna can hear you from wherever he is right now.
“Yeah, because he’s a piece of shit,” Takuma scorns, to which you cock your eyebrow. The way he’s speaking is in such sharp contrast to his typical goofy demeanour, it takes you by surprise. Recollecting his composure, he rephrases, “I just mean, if he gave you the treatment you deserve, you wouldn’t have to seek it elsewhere. You’re incredible, Y/n. You deserve to feel like it.”
His words ring through your head. When has Sukuna ever made you feel ‘incredible’?
Certainly not when he’s out galavanting with his ex on your designated date nights. Or when he calls you a slut for the mere possibility of other men objectifying you the same way he does. And definitely not when he fabricates an excuse for you to leave his place after you’ve fulfilled your duty as his sexual relief.
God, what are you still doing with him? Especially now, with an exceedingly better option right in front of you, staring at you in the face - literally.
This is your chance to finally experience a love you’ve always dreamed of. You need to take it.
“I’m going to break up with him.”
“Yeah?” Takuma’s pitch rises a little too high, face lighting up so bright, it could blind someone.
“Yeah!” you repeat, mirroring his excitement.
• takuma was up early scouring pinterest for “cute breakfast ideas for couples”
• he has a whole pinterest board dedicated to that now
• non-curse au!nobara would definitely be wiccan
• she has a sukuna voodoo doll that she puts through various life-threatening situations daily, still no luck unfortunately :(
• nobara is in tremendous credit card debt, but it seems to stress out maki way more than it stresses nobara
• after you left, yuta called toge for an hour-long debrief
• sorry this took so long, i’ve been going through it
• whoever got MY voodoo doll, please give me a break 🙏
• lowkey feel like this was kinda buns, writers block got my ass
🏷️: @happyfoxtechnomancer @dazaisdogsblog @ladyb-1-rd @vm4879bb-blog @femboytwinkyballsinmyass @yuuhaii @strwbrrysatoru @mysterygirl600 @athalia-amor @xaemiri @luvssiiii @fuckisthatahotghost @preciiousmercy @iamarealmicrowave
romaincrisis
tangentwithtanner
ellievsbear
discoholicmusic
andulkaphoto
prguitarman
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
theartofmadeline
