( CLOSED ) I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN.

[manipulative]

Who: Stefan Salvatore + Katherine Pierce | Amos Burton + Wanda Maximoff.
What: December things! Katherine bullies Stefan. Wanda bullies Amos.
When: December.
Where: Places.

Content Warnings: Mentions of mind control, suicide. NSFW.

Comments

[manipulative]

Have you ever tried it?

[ she cocks her brow and stays where she is. though she thinks to slip off the countertop and help him, she knows she'll only be a hindrance than support—and that's something she'll save for new year. ]

Gone a little wild. Made a little mess? Tossed flour in the air?

[prescind]

Why?

( then he'd just have to clean it all up and the food might get ruined and he'd just rather not. )

That just seems unnecessary. Have you ever done it?

[manipulative]

[ biting her bottom lip, she nods. ] Mhm.

[ unsurprising to her, mr stickler for rules hasn't purposefully made a mess in the kitchen. it shouldn't surprise her. stefan is a clean cook and can be bossy at times. ]

Sometimes having a food fight can be fun. It can lead to a very fun clean-up, too.

[prescind]

And when's the last time you had a food fight?

( considering how protective she is of her clothes, he doubts that she's going out to get herself dirty all the time. )

I think you're just saying that.

[manipulative]

[ her brow arches in surprise. ] Do you?

[ she chuckles. tilting her head, she watches him for a moment. thinks to tell him the last time she got into one, but she doesn't think that's the point of his comment. ]

Why?

[prescind]

Because you like your clothes too much to get them dirty.

( he glances down and then nods at her feet. )

Especially your shoes.

[manipulative]

Well... I'm not wearing shoes right now.

[ she smiles at him and lifts her feet, wiggling her bare toes for emphasis. all she's in is his shirt, after all. technically, the shirt's hers. maybe he does have a point after all. ]

And I think I'll sacrifice this shirt. [ she peers down at it and tugs at the collar. ] I have plenty more.

[prescind]

We are not having a food fight. I want to cook.

( he starts to laugh because he knows he'll be the one cleaning it up if they do do this. )

Let me cook you food. I don't want to wear it.

[manipulative]

[ she pouts. ] No fun. I'd lick it off of you.

[ although she suspects that's a tantalising offer, she knows stefan won't go for it. still, she'll pout before she sighs, peering down at her feet before she kicks them back into the cupboard beneath her. ]

You should be cooking naked. That should be my Christmas gift.

[prescind]

So, do you want me to take all the gifts under the tree back and just give you that?

( he doubts it. she'll want her cake and to eat it too. he smirks. )

And just give you that?