notes; biggest shoutout to my friend in Italy for hand picking the character and fandom!! inspired by 'Bad Idea Right?' by Oliva Rodrigo.
tw; modern!au, bad habits (returning to ex, drinking, drinking then driving), songfic, implied sex.
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"What do you mean we should end this?" [YourName] asks Vanitas, which made the man shrug "I just don't think we're going to work out." the black haired man repeated. [YourName] blinked a few times before laughing, then realizing this wasn't one of Vanitas' sick jokes- this man really wanted to end things with you!
[YourName]'s head began to spin, and they felt fatigued, but they pushed the feeling aside as much as possible. "I think you should leave." Vanitas spat, "Sir, you're in my fucking apartment." [YourName] said making Vanitas make a small 'o' with his lips. "Well, I'll just collect my belongings and head out then." The man said before walking off to the bedroom section of the apartment.
That happened about six months ago. Things have changed since then, and [YourName]'s friend is trying her bestest to keep [YourName] on track for a better life. But what Jeanne doesn't know won't hurt her, right? "Here, you seem tense." Jeanne states sliding a drink over to her friend, "Thanks." [YourName] replied setting their phone face down.
Jeanne and [YourName] were close, Jeanne was the one who introduced that scum known as Vanitas to [YourName]. She wouldn't have done that if she knew Vanitas was going to drag a relationship on with them for two years before ending things so abruptly. Due to the breakup, Vanitas lost both Jeanne as a friend and [YourName] as a partner.
Jeanne and [YourName] would down a few more shots before turning to fruity drinks. Jeanne told [YourName] she was going to go dancing, finally leaving [YourName] alone with their phone once more. [YourName] entered their passcode to their phone and Vanitas' instagram was already opened. [YourName] couldn't help but smile.
Then a number texted her;
Van👎:
'Hey Angel Face.'
[YourName]:
'What do you need?'
Van👎:
'Not-A-Thing, just you <3'
[YourName] rolled their eyes before setting their phone down when they saw Jeanne walking toward them. "You're here talking to Vanitas?!" The white haired woman stated, "What? Can't two people reconnect?" [YourName] asks before Jeanne snatched [YourName]'s phone before shoving it into her purse and dragging her friend to dance for a little.
When Jeanne was distracted, about thirty minutes later, [YourName] snuck their phone out of Jeanne's purse and checked their messages. [YourName] was 110% not sober, but the smile on their face was genuine when they read Vanitas' last message.
Van👎 (34 min ago):
'New Address; 3468 xxxx xxxxx'
[YourName]:
'Otw.'
All [YourName] could do was stumble out the building, now typically they'd call the an outside driving service, but tonight she needed to get to Vanitas' fast and without Jeanne noticing. So, digging through their jacket pocket they found their keys and smirked. Vanitas' place was only a three minute drive from the place [YourName] and Jeanne decided to drink- how perfect.
[YourName] took a good whiff of cold air before making their way to their car. They inserted the key into the ignition, and [YourName] was off. What should've been 3 minutes for a sober person was five minutes for drunken [YourName]. After pulling up to the drive way, they squealed taking the key out and getting out.
Before [YourName] could process where she was, Vanitas opened the door with a wide smile. His canine poking out, [YourName] rushed to the door all while [YourName]'s brain was trying to think of who else was just as hot as their ex boyfriend, but nothing popped up as [YourName]'s lips met Vanitas' lips.
Vanitas began to strip [YourName] of their jacket when their phone went off- it was Jeanne looking or her friend! A quick 'in bed.' text message later, the two were back to where they left off in their relationship. Make-up sex.
The following morning, [YourName] woke up with a pounding headache and not a clue on where they were. They put on the closest shirt and some underwear before stumbling out the bedroom and into the hallway which led to an open kitchen- and there he stood in all his glory, no shirt, just some sweats, Vanitas.
"Fuck!" [YourName] said realizing what they did, but was there truly any regret? Absolutely not.
