Vanitas x Female! Reader ♡ One-Shots of the Better Half

In the Car, I Just Can't Wait

Vanitas cast a surreptitious glance at the young woman currently sitting in the car next to him, flicking absently through his CD collection, making occasional noises of approval.
He was so goddamn nervous, and he hated it.
She was a friend, he knew her, they hung out from time to time, she came to his parties.
So what was the problem?
He shifted in his seat slightly, flexing his fingers as they gripped the steering wheel, trying not to think about how much he was sweating right now.
They chatted comfortably as he drove, making jokes and updating each other on the finer points of their lives. Yet as they neared their destination, Vanitas felt his stomach begin to turn.
Sora had been highly irritating, spouting optimistic bullshit like: 'but she agreed to the date so she must like you!' And 'be yourself Van and nothing can go wrong!'.
He silently cursed Soras painfully sunny disposition. On occassion, Vanitas found his younger brothers positive outlook endearing. Today however, was not one of those days.
He groaned internally, unable to stop the nervous shake of his leg at every traffic light, praying she wouldnt notice.
Vanitas grimaced lightly.
To think he had figured  asking her on the date would be the hard part.

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Vanitas sat at his desk, shaking his leg in agitation as he stared down at his phone.
All he had to do was call her and ask her. Thats it. He tipped back his head with an irritated sigh.
Call her. Call her now. Do it already!
Few things phased Vanitas, he was cool and collected, so laid back he was practically horizontal- but this?
He snatched up his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found her number. He stopped, his thumb hovering over the small 'call' symbol by her name.
Press it. Do it. Call her.
He put down the phone again, swearing under his breath.
"Come on Vanitas, you can fucking do this, you're not some lame kid anymore." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
In a flash, he seized the phone again, found her name and pressed dial, before he could back out. He held the phone to his ear, chewing his lip fervently as the phone continued to ring on....and on.
Vanitas felt his resolve draining fast with each trill of ringing, until...
"Hello?"
"Hey (Y/N), whats up?"
He heard faints sound of the TV in the background, she must've been home.
"Not much, just watching trash TV after work. You?"
"Waiting for Sora to come back with Pizza."
"Awesome!"
"Yeah..."
There was a beat or two of strained silence. Vanitas swallowed and closed his eyes, his hands now beginning to sweat.
"So....uh. did you just call to chat?" (Y/N) asked kindly.
"Um, actually. I had a question for you." He replied, his voice breaking lightly.
"Oh gosh, Van has a question! That sounds ominous." She teased, her voice full of mirth.
Vanitas smirked despite himself, relaxing some.
"Well, depends how you look at it." He answered smoothly.
"Go on..."
He took a deep breath, hanging on to his cock-sure attitude.
"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee at the pier with me tomorrow, or whatever. You know, like a date?" He cringed hard at how awkward he had sounded.
God, that was bad.
There was a pause down the other end of the phone.
"For real?"
Vanitas frowned. Why did she sound so surprised?
"Uh...yeah. For real." He answered quietly.
Another pause.
"Sure! I'd love to!"
"Wait, what?"
"Pick me up at around 6 okay? Thats good right?"
Vanitas eyes darted left to right in confusion. She was excited???
"Uhh sure, thats cool." He replied, slightly dumbfounded.
"Great! See you then, bye!"
"Bye."
The line beeped off.
Vanitas stared down at the phone in his hand, sinking into the nearby computer chair.
Holy shit, she'd said yes. He had a date tomorrow.
He had a date tomorrow.
Fuck.

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Vanitas looked down as he walked beside (Y/N).
Now. Take her hand. Hold her fucking hand.
Gently, he reached out, inching ever closer.
"Hey Van?"
He retracted his hand quickly, before adjusting his sleeve in an attempt to ward off suspicion.
"Yeah?"
"What do you say we go grab some food? My feet are killing me in these shoes!"
He smiled at her, nodding. It was around 11pm and Vanitas was worn out.
(Y/N) had first suggested the arcade, much to Vanitas's surprise. He was happy of course, secretly a huge kid as much as he tried to hide it.
They had eventually called it quits however for the sake of their date, after the competition got way too intense.
When a particularly nail-biting game of Time Crisis II had come to a close, Vanitas had slotted his gun back into the holder, before reaching a shaky hand towards (Y/N)'s.
This time for sure....
With great speed and an annoyed growl, she had quirked out her arms in annoyance, cracking Vanitas's outstretched fingers in the process with the heavy gun.
The pain was intense, he was sure his fingers were broken. However, he struggled madly to look cool in front of her, just about keeping face, insisting it was a tiny smack.
(Y/N) had been mortified, asking continually if he was okay, her face flushed red with embarrassment. Once he could move his fingers again, he could almost enjoy her fussing and flustered apologies. 
After that fiasco, they had hit up the 'Wayfinder Pier Market' which currently had some corny Valentines Day theme running, complete with heart shaped balloons, kissing booths, cherub plushies and chocolate stalls.
Vanitas wondered idly if he should use it as an excuse to make a move, but his fingers still smarted, along with his pride. 
The pair currently walked the length of the softly illuminated pier, clutching warm cups of (Y/F/D), discarding empty boxes of cheese fries before eventually perching themselves on a bench at the farthest reaches of the pier.
The sea air stung their cheeks, gently ruffling their hair, neon lights and the dim throbbing of music from the various rides behind them. 
Vanitas tried his best to affect a nonchalant air, an arm slung casually over the back of the bench.  However, he cast shy glances in (Y/N)'s direction. She simply watched the sea, a calm look on her features as ship lights blinked in the distance.
Vanitas's eyes dropped to her right hand, placed on the cold metal seat beside her. He could just take it now, hold it tight.
Okay, this time for sure. Just reach out and...
Suddenly, (Y/N) turned smiling to Vanitas.
He jumped, startled, twitching his arm back like she had burnt him.
"Thanks for asking me here tonight Van, I'm having a great time! I don't even wanna go home!"
"You could always come back to my home..." he purred with a quirk of a dark eyebrow.
Back to my home...what are you kidding me?? What was that? Stupid! Stupid!
Vanitas heaved a sigh of relief however as (Y/N) burst out laughing, his sudden bout of sweats subsiding.
"Seriously? I could do without the embarrassment of Sora busting in with coffee and cooing while I try to find my pants! Thanks but no thanks!"
Vanitas laughed too.
Wait.....Find her pants....??
To his chagrin, Vanitas felt his cheeks flush, burning hot.
Damn her.
"But no, for real- thank you. I'm having fun." She smiled kindly.
"Don't sweat it. If you wanted to do this again, then..."
There was a beat of silence.
"What like a second date?"
"Uhhh yeah?"
(Y/N) turned to face him, her cheeks pink and her eyes bright.
"I'd like that very much. Now come on, there's more we have to do, the nights still young~"
And to Vanitas's eternal surprise, she immediately seized his hand, pulling him to his feet, without hesitation or inhibition, dragging a flustered but happy Vanitas behind her.

A/N: Not my fave but its been sat in my drafts for weeks so here ya go! Enjoy ♡