Flavours and Fun - Vriska

Note: (f/b) = favourite band

You walked out of the apartment building you resided in with your matesprit and walked towards the black Honda you owned, unlocking the driver’s door. You pushed your (h/c) (h/l) hair out of your face as the strong wind played with your (soft/rough) locks. You got in the car, shut the door and started to drive to your girlfriend’s work place, ready to surprise her with your arrival. It was rare that you would pick her up at work, since you had courses taking over your schedule over 95% of the time, but when you had the day off, you tried to pick her up when you could. It was the least you could do, other than pailing and giving gifts and showering her with all of your affection of course.

After a 15 minute drive, you finally arrived at your destination, the party shop. You parked the car in front of the door and waited for about 10 minutes, listening to (f/b) for a while to occupy you.

When you finally heard the door open and close, you turned your attention to the person that stepped out as she looked at you with a surprised, taken back look before giving a small smirk and opening the unlocked passenger door and going inside to sit down next to you as she quickly pecked your cheek.

“Well well, someone decided to be a generous matesprit and surprise the troll she’d least expect to be flushed for, huh?” she teased as you began to drive away from the store. You smiled slightly, not facing away from the road.

“You act like it’s the first time I surprise you like this, Vriska.” you replied. “But yes, yes I did. Today was pretty special in my opinion and if you remain good today, I’ll show you the real surprise.”

Vriska stared at you with a raised eyebrow of confusion.

“This wasn’t the surprise?”

“Nope, this was only a slight cover-up. Got you there, huh?” you said, glancing at her to give a wink before looking back at what you were doing. “You’re up for a real treat when we get home, love.”

“Well, this should be fun!”

****

“Can I take off the blindfold? I don’t want to be Terezi, you know. I’m happy with having my vision and-”

“Vriska Serket, I’m red for you, but you need to stay quiet for a few seconds sometimes.”

“If I did keep my trap shut, I wouldn’t be me and you wouldn’t be so flushed for me.”

“You know me too well.”

“I know, right? Thank gog for those 2 sweeps, huh?”

“We’re at the door. Until I say so, keep the blindfold on!”

“I’m flushed for you, but I feel SO caliginous for surprises. You and surprises are not as-”

“You can take off the blindfold now.”

Vriska took off the blindfold eagerly and stared at the sight before her as she drooled slightly.

“You like it?” you said with a small grin of achievement. Before your eyes were two bowls of blackberries, butter, bag of flour and sugar, baking powder and basically everything needed to create your ideal dessert known as the cobbler.

“Those blackberries… they’re tempting me so much.” she growled slightly. She then took notice of all the bowls and ingredients that went alongside the juicy fruit she loved.

“What are those for?” she asked, pointing at the other stuff. You grinned more and walked over to the table all proud and what not.

“I’m glad you asked, Miss Serket!” you said. You gestured to everything on the table as you said, “For we are going to make something of our very own. We are going to make our very own blackberry cobbler!”

“We’re making blackberry cobbler? What the fuck is a cobbler anyways?”

“Language, ma chérie.” you said, putting on a French accent and continued using it. “We mustn’t use words so, how do you say, vulgar? We will be following a recipe my maman made when I was a petite wriggler. It brings a lot of, how do you say, memories?”

“Your accent makes you sound like an obsessive fool with a stupid laugh.”

You patted her shoulder and placed your index finger to her lips, shushing her.

“Relax, ma chérie.” you cooed. “You never baked or witnessed the birth of a delicious recipe before. It is okay, you have me to guide and prepare you for the, how do you say, experience? It’ll be fun!”

“Oh joy!”

****

“Ohonhonhon, the cobbler is ready!” you exclaimed, still using your French accent that freaked Vriska out, and stood up. “Let us go and see the, how do you say, masterpiece?”

She rolled her eyes and you both went to the oven. The baking itself was fun, other than your non-stop obsession with being a French woman to try and sound exotic, like the ones at those French restaurants you went to with your family. Vriska was actually better than you would expect her to be, so it wasn’t much of a struggle to bake the cobbler at all.

You put on your oven mitts and opened the oven slowly, admiring the golden-looking dessert with a small grin. You took out the cobbler and placed it on the table, taking off your mitts afterwards.

“There you have it, the blackberry cobbler by Miss Vriska Serket and moi, (y/n) (l/n)!” you said as you dramatically waved your hands around the finished masterpiece.

“Too bad we have to wait for it to cool down, huh?” Vriska said, eyeing the cobbler. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but despite the weird accent you used throughout the time used to make the cobbler, it was actually fun to do. Hell, she even would try a piece if it didn’t just come out of the oven and could burn her tongue.

You smirked slightly as an idea popped in your mind.

“Vriska, wait in the living room.” you said, dropping the accent for once, rushing to the bedroom and closing the bedroom. Shaking her head, she smiled slightly and went to sit down on the big comfy couch in the living room.

****

“(y/n), is everything ok in there? You’re not asexually pregnant and plan on revealing your swelling stomach, are you?”

“I’m coming out in a minute; now hold it with the silly, unrealistic assumptions!”

Vriska rolled her eyes and leaned her chin on her palm as her elbow rested on the couch’s arm while she stared at the cobbler tempting her in the kitchen.

Her attention was cut short when your heels clacked and stopped in the living room – wait, heels?

Vriska turned to you and her eyes widened slightly as she stared at your costume.

“You like it, hun?” you asked, smirking with your (e/c) orbs examining her reaction. You wore a black dress with cerulean-coloured heels to match, but what caught Vriska’s attention was that the dress had spider web designs on it, caressing your figure with the ebony dress and making you seem so… alluring and mysterious.

“Go back in the bedroom now.”

“Why, Vriska?”

“You. Me. Bedroom. Bucket. NOW.”

“But what about the cobbler?”

“Fuck the cobbler, we have business to settle woman!”

“Oh my… okay!”

The joys of having a Serket for a matesprit, huh?