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

Feels Like Jealousy

Vanitas sat at the laptop glowering, his eyes unfocussed on the screen in front of him.
He cast surreptitious glances down the hallway to his left, catching snatches of his housemate in various stages of make-up and hair, mumbling to herself as she went.
She had that expression one wears before an event, one that was equal parts excitiment and equal parts stress.
He shook his leg in irritation, unable to bide with her fussing and apparent twitterpation.
It was only a date with Roxas for gods sake.
He drummed his fingers along the smooth dark glass of his desk.
In his opinion, Roxas was a snivelling drip of a guy, potentially the only human more insufferable then his older brother Ventus.
Vanitas felt his annoyance slowly stoking.
He had no clue what possessed her to say yes to his pathetic reach at romance.
In fact, he'd asked her as much himself.
She'd simply replied: "because he's a good guy."
"If you like Beta males, maybe."
He'd shot back savagely.
(Y/N) had fixed him with an unreadable expression, pausing before answering.
"He's sensible, considerate."
Vanitas had scoffed at this.
"Boring, you mean. Predictable."
She had shook her head as she disappeared once more into her bedroom, ending the conversation.
He huffed, feeling himself wind tighter as he recalled this conversation.
He passed a hand over his face, before blinking at his laptop screen once more, desperately hoping he could get his article draft finished before Monday, or his editor would be on him.
He managed a paragraph more, before he snapped the computer shut, hunger winning out over work.
After deciding on toast, Vanitas chewed absently as he slouched in front of the TV, dusting crumbs over the arm rests. He was half watching a rerun of CSI when (Y/N) finally swept into the room, pausing at the front door.
"I'm not sure when I'll be back Van, but it won't be too late. I have a key so you don't have to wait up for me."
Vanitas turned to her, ready with a cutting remark, but stopped short, taking her in.
(Y/N)'s skin glowed, her cheeks softly blushed. Her eyes were smokey and beguiling, whilst her hair was glossy and looked invitingly soft.
Down to the dress, the shoes and the jewellery, every part of her appearance had been carefully put together. The overall effect was stunning, and as her signature perfume wafted over him, Vanitas felt his insides snarl with displeasure.
"I'll wait up anyway, to make sure you come back safe."
Yet (Y/N) wasn't really listening, only giving a wave in response as she plucked her bag from the floor, and made to leave.
"See you later, Van." She called cheerily over her shoulder.
"See ya."
But the door had already clattered shut, leaving Vanitas gazing at where she once stood.
Feeling at a loss, he turned back to his soggy toast and cold coffee, CSI reaching its climax.
The clock ticked, and outside the traffic hummed.
He wondered sullenly if any of the passing cars were Roxas's, here to pick (Y/N) up for their date.
He screwed his face up in distaste.
"Why do I give a shit?" He growled out loud angrily.
He pictured her standing there, carefully made up, and sighed.
Unbidden, the images changed slowly.
There was (Y/N), looking up at Roxas with her expressive outlined eyes, smiling and laughing as she took his arm.
Then Roxas had his fingers furled into her hair, asking her if she'd like to go back to his....
Vanitas swore loudly, kicking at the coffee table abruptly.
He rose to his feet, stalking to the fridge.
Grabbing a chilled bottle of vodka, he slumped back to the armchair.
Swallowing back the acrid liquid, he cast a sad look again at the door, before shuffling down into the cushions. He eyed the TV blandly, cutting a sorrowful figure in his lonely vigil, awaiting (Y/N)'s return.

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It was the sound of the door shutting that roused Vanitas from his fitful daze.
He snorted awake, the half empty bottle slipping from his knee and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.
He turned, blinking rapidly as he sat up straighter.
"You're still up?" (Y/N) asked, slipping off her shoes.
"I wanted to wait up for you."
(Y/N) crossed the room and sat in the armchair to Vanitas's right with a tired sigh, retrieving the bottle from the carpet.
"You didn't need to."
"How was your date?" He asked pointedly, slipping the bottle from her grasp.
(Y/N) paused before nodding, propping a stocking clad foot on the coffee table.
"Good. It was nice."
Vanitas raised an eyebrow.
"Nice? Wow."
(Y/N) shifted testily.
"Yes. Whats wrong with nice?"
Vanitas didn't answer, only smirked, shaking his head.
"I'm seeing him again."
This wiped the grin from his face immediately, and looking at (Y/N), he wondered if this was the intention.
"Like hell you are!"
"That isn't your choice to make, Vanitas."
The pair glared at each other, tempers rising.
"Fine. I'll let it go." Vanitas shrugged, hands raised in defense, "If you admit that you're settling."
(Y/N) gave a bark of laughter.
"How am I settling?"
Vanitas gave her a grim smile.
"Safe, predictable Roxas. Good job, clean drivers licence. Will do anything you ask."
(Y/N) stared at him in disbelief.
"You say that like its a bad thing!"
Vanitas smirked.
"Its not...if thats what you want. But we both know that it isn't."
(Y/N) glared at him, the glint in his golden eyes infuriating.
"....it is what I want." She protested sharply, but she had hesitated a moment too long, and Vanitas was now nodding smugly.
She narrowed her eyes at him, stomping into the kitchen to cool off, but he followed her quickly.
(Y/N) yanked open the cupboards, pulling out a mug and flicking on the kettle, all while Vanitas leant languidly in the doorway, still smirking as he watched her.
"What?" She finally snapped.
"Where did you go on this date?"
"The Golden Paopu."
"Oooh, fancy."
"It was."
(Y/N) turned back to spoon coffee into a mug.
Vanitas took several more gulps of vodka.
The silence stretched between them, the strip lighting buzzing overhead.
"I bet he held the car door open, didn't he? Pulled out your chair? Paid the cheque?" He spoke into the lull.
(Y/N) rounded on Vanitas, an incredulous look on her face.
"Yeah? So fucking what?"
Vanitas laughed.
"Whats so funny?"
She knew he was goading her, but she was too angry to ignore him, so she took the bait.
"Did you kiss him?"
(Y/N) stopped, stunned by his question.
She searched his face for a moment, her mouth forming a silent question. He was trying hard to stare her down, to be harsh and cutting with his demeanour. However, his eyes were soft, and his mouth kept pulling downwards. His questions were indeed snide, but his voice was wavering too much, the alcohol making him emotional.
(Y/N) realised that this was not just disdain for Roxas, but something else.
Leaning against the worktop with her arms folded, her eyes narrowed.
"I know what this is about." She smiled, nodding as it all slotted into place.
Vanitas raised an eyebrow witheringly.
"You're jealous."
He froze, fear passing over his face in a flash, to be replaced by hard belligerence.
"No fucking way."
"Vanitas..."
"Of Roxas? Gimmie a fucking break, (Y/N)."
He banged the bottle down on to the work surface, before stalking back to the living room.
(Y/N) watched him go, before following a moment later.
Vanitas sat in front of the TV seething, the volume turned up loud, ignoring her sudden appearance at his side.
"Vanitas..."
He ignored her, instead turning the volume up further, body stiffening.
(Y/N) would not be beat, so she stood before him, blocking his view.
Expressionless, Vanitas leant to gaze around her waist.
Without hesitating, (Y/N) darted forward, snatching the remote from his hand, clicking off the TV.
"Vanitas...."
He balled his hands into fists, before slowly dragging his eyes up to meet hers.
"What?"
"You're not jealous of Roxas. You're jealous that I went on a date."
Vanitas continued watching her steadily, so she pressed on.
"It wouldn't have mattered if it was Roxas, Riku or fucking Axel, you still wouldn't have been happy." She sat across from him, perching herself on the coffee table with a sigh. Resting a hand on his knee, she smiled at him awkwardly.
"The only question is, why are you jealous?"
Vanitas blinked at her, his mind visibly turning.
There was a long, drawn out pause, before he suddenly spoke.
"It should've been me."
"...you?"
He nodded, looking away petchulantly.
"Me and you...." he met her eyes evenly again, but his cheeks were now pink.
"...On a date."
(Y/N) sat back, stunned.
The clock ticked inanely on the wall, a siren could be heard off in the distance, feet banged in the apartment upstairs.
"I didn't kiss him."
Vanitas looked up, eyes narrowed.
"Why not?"
(Y/N) sighed.
"Because I didn't want to."
Vanitas hummed quietly.
"But you agreed to a second date."
Now (Y/N) looked uncomfortable, staring down as she pulled at her skirt.
"You were right. I thought I wanted what Roxas was, but I don't."
Vanitas sat forward, his face peering at her intensely.
"What do you want, (Y/N)?"
She met his gaze, suddenly feeling horrendously emotional, afraid of where this conversation might be going.
"I want passion, excitment, laughter. I want adventure, and to make memories i'll never forget. I want someone who will push me, whether I'm right or wrong. I want a team mate. I want to be loved exactly as I am, accepted 100%, despite my flaws."
She smiled gently, as his beautiful eyes widened curiously.
"I want you, Vanitas."
In a swift movement, Vanitas had pulled her into the chair with him, kissing her deeply.
(Y/N) put her hands on his upper arms to steady herself, returning the kiss as tears pricked her eyes, her chest burning.
Vanitas pulled back, his fingers finding her hair, tangling themselves into the tendrils.
He smirked as he met her gaze.
"I want you, too. With me- always."

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(Y/N) scrolled through her Instagram feed, enjoying the hot (Y/F/D) as it warmed her insides. The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Vanitas's bedroom, his room cast in a cosy glow. Down the hall, she could hear him whistling as the shower ran, steam pouring under the door.
Continuing to scroll, she suddenly stopped, nearly choking as she registered what she was seeing.
It was a photograph of her, sleeping beside a very pleased, very dishevelled Vanitas.
He was shirtless, and had his arm tucked around her naked shoulder.
The lighting was deep red, cast from Vanitas's desk lamp, giving the overall picture a sultry feel.
She stared mouth agape at the post.
322 Likes.
Clicking more, (Y/N) read the post in its entirety, not knowing if she should be swooning or swinging for Vanitas right now..
'When your girlfriend is so fucking cute sleeping you gotta sneak a pic. Thats right, girlfriend. Suck on that. #ShesMine #GetFucked #YouLost #ShePickedMe #Girlfriend #EvilLaughter

Tagged: SeaSaltRoxas

The shower stopped running, and the bathroom door swung open, as (Y/N) groaned heavily.

"Vanitas! Come here...."

A/N: Another story for you guys.
I've had the worst writers block due to Uni work, masters applications and general 'where is my life going' stress. I have other stories planned, AUs and stuff, but I'm having a hard time pinning the plot down and I really wanna get them right. I've started and deleted so many stories its unreal.
Anyways, hope you liked this, there should hopefully be more uploads soon!
Much love ♡