{Vriska x Reader} s e l f i s h

{Vriska x Reader} s e l f i s h

You're slightly terrified, slightly irritated and slightly enamored at your predicament as you tumble to the floor, her hands shoving you down.

Her red shoes are what you stare at, the Troll Converse meeting skinny, purposefully ripped denim jeans leading up to her slim hips where her hands are placed firmly and arrogantly which brings you to her leather-clad arms and her high shoulders. Her gray neck finishes with her stupidly, unfairly beautiful face with her smirking cerulean-painted lips and her enraged black eyes glaring at you. Though it was always shown, you knew with a tiny bit of resentment, she really did enjoy your fear and your cowering form.

"You think I can't take Noir?" The Serket snarls, her eyebrow raising far above her glasses.

You open your mouth and close it, watching Vriska loom over you. You frown, determined not to be intimidated by the bitchy Scorpio. "I thin-"

"You, my matesprit, think that I, Vriska Serket, can't take Noir?" Vriska scoffs, her tone laced with accusation and almost a sense of betrayal.

"I do think you can take Noir! I think you can take and beat him, but I just don't think you can beat him and protect the rest of us." You confess, looking up at her with a determined expression.

Vriska blinks, her eyes widening slightly before they roll. Her sharp nails scrape your God Tier before yanking you up and pressing you against the wall.

"You're wrong to think, " Her lips melded onto your own briefly before pulling away, "that I'm not going to protect my matesprit."

"What about the others?" You murmur as she relocks your lips, moving them roughly and her hands pin your sides to the concrete wall. Your hands tangle into her wild black hair, roaming and clutching as her sharp fangs nibble your bottom lip and you can't help but repeat your question, "N
What about the-uhh, V-Vris, what about the others?"

Vriska has met your neck, your lips faltering in speech as she kisses the hollow. She stops at once, looking up and standing straight as she looks you in the eyes. The Scorpio wrings her lips and hisses, "Loooooooook, [name], I'm trying to protect everyone but most of these morons aren't gonna make it."

"Well, these morons are my friends, and I'd rather not live without them." You snarl in response, and walk off towards your room in a fit of frustrated anger. That's all this relationship seemed to hold, kisses and frustration.



You laugh and shove Dave's shoulder as he makes a comment about you and Karkat being ectobiologised, your nose wrinkling as you imagine the horror and Karkat looks scarred, strings of curses leaving his mouth.

You keep feeling that burn in the back of your head, alerting you to the presence of a certain seethingly jealous [not that she would admit that] and immensely frustrated Serket. You had refused any communication or contact [that one hurt her the most] since the argument a few days ago. You knew she had a tiny little thing about you, Karkat and Dave hanging out. You ignore the blatant glaring and remark at Karkat, making Dave murmur about shots being fired.

"[name], may I speak to your dear, deeeeeeeear, self for a moment?" Her firm, venomous tone rings from above. Your reply is vague, "Hmm? I think I made it clear thst until you see my way, then I will not be associatin-"

"No choice." Vriska snaps, and leather arms loops around your waist and soon you are over a bony shoulder, your [e/c] eyes flicking to the ground, "H-Hey!"

"Oh, shut up. Later losers." Vrisks rolls her eyes at Karkat and Dave, clamping a hand dangerously close to your rear and striding off. You fold your arms and realise that your ransom has gone awry.

"Vriska? Where the hell are we going?" You ask as you pass your respiteb-room, and she huffs in respone. "Okay then." You reach a room with a small little chalkboard, saying something in Alternian and you know it enough to translate it to, 'Stay out if you really want to keep your fucking bulges!!!!!!!!' Her room? Okay also.

She opens the door, and swiftly throws you onto her couch before standing above you with a serious, pissed-off expression. "Vris?"

"I'm going to need you to can it and listen for an actual minute." You do so.

"Now, I get that you're a pretty big team player and shit, but you need to understand that I am selfish. Very, very selfish and self-aggrandizing. I am a selfish, awesone bitch who really only has room for you and me in the fucked-up thing we call a bloodpumper; but you need to know that I'm trying. I want you all to myself and you know that I live without giving many fucks about others. You can't really hate me for trying and, " Vriska inhales, shutting her gray eyes tightly and sharply, quietly saying, "I'm kinda sorry for being a bitch."

You're too shocked to say jackshit. Your eyes are wide and glassy, fingers clasped and mouth open. Did Vriska Serket, of all people, just say she is trying to care and proceed to apologize for being a bitch?

"I was never a good person, [name], you have to understand that." Vriska sighs, running a hand through her black locks and glaring at the floor.

You don't reply, brain still working over what she said and it takes you a minute or two to formulate an answer.

"I...I don't really care. You're Vriska Serket and I am red for you. Not some overly kind, outrageous matyr Vriska, " You beam, taking the cerulean's hand and pulling her onto the couch with you, "This Vriska."

She doesn't reply, light flashing on her glasses before Vriska turns you over so you're resting on her, legs interwoven and hands on her shoulders. Your lips meet happily, her hands locked around your waist whilst her fingers trace up yours side making you shiver. She smirks into the kiss and letting her hands wander up till they skirt over your rib and touch the lining of your bra.

"It's cerulean." You cheekily murmur into her ear and she moves beneath you, "Of course, it should be."

"I'm so very red for you." You reply as her hands move excitedly at the hem of your shirt.

"Red enough to fill a pail?"

"Vriska!"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes."