( 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.

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[rocinantes]

You've said shit like that before.

( maybe not so directly but close enough. )

Something you're not telling me?

[explosion]

[ she sighs dramatically, purposefully looking away. ]

Since you figured it out…

[ excitedly, wanda brings her acting skills to the table. she barely looks at him, feigning shyness. ]

I'm utterly and hopelessly in love with you. [ she regards him pointedly then. ] Are you happy?

[rocinantes]

You need to get your head checked, then.

( because that is not good, wanda. )

Really, no one should be saying that to me.

[explosion]

[ she laughs loudly and shakes her head. ah, there's the self-deprecation she knew him capable of. no one remains that prickly and guarded because they love themselves. ]

Why not? You're a five and half out of ten.

[ truthfully, wanda doesn't understand the point of numerically scaling anyone. ]

[rocinantes]

Five and a half out of ten?

( he rolls his eyes at that. )

I don't even wanna know how you came to that number. Don't tell me.

[explosion]

[ she chuckles. ] Really? You don't want to know which arm lost you half a point?

[ she glances at his arms as if scrutinising them and trying to spot the arm that let him down. truthfully, she likes his arms. they're big and strong and… wanda never thought of herself as an arm woman, truthfully. ]

[rocinantes]

No because I know you're a liar. My arms aren't a five out of ten.

( he'd done a lot of work on his arms and he wasn't going to let her say he was only half good. nope. )

You can tell yourself that but it's not true.

[explosion]

[ amos has nice arms. wanda had never considered herself anything like a butt girl or even an arm girl, but looking at amos... she could be an arm girl. maybe.

looking at his arms pointedly, she narrows her eyes and looks between them. ]

One of your arms is a little smaller.

[ she lifts her hand to show a small space between her thumb and index finger. ]

[rocinantes]

How closely you been looking at my arms that you noticed this?

( dang, wanda. )

That interested in them?

[explosion]

I'm just making an observation.

[ wanda ignores the heat burning her cheeks. no! she doesn't look at his arms. god.

she looks at his face, definitely. ]

It's important to notice these things about your friends. I wouldn't want you to wear a shirt that made it more obvious.

[ #good save ]

[rocinantes]

Uh huh.

( yes, a good save, wanda. )

But I'm gonna wear any shirt that I wanna wear, no matter what.

[explosion]

Even if it looks very terrible on you?

[ she cocks her brow and smiles. wanda has a feeling that amos wouldn't care if the shirt was baggy or if it was puke green. a shirt is a shirt. ]

I'll have you know I have a good eye for clothes.

[ she is, after all, the costume designer from wandavision. ]

[rocinantes]

I'm sure you do but I like what I wear just fine. I don't need someone else to pick clothes for me.

( he doesn't want to put too many colors into his wardrobe. )

You can pick your own clothes.

[explosion]

Are you allergic to colour?

[ she smiles at him before studying him. he's definitely an all-black, maybe even dark grey kind of guy. ]

That's what someone said to me years ago when all I wore was black.

[rocinantes]

I don't mind color.

( green's a color. he shrugs. )

I just don't feel the need to wear bright red and pink and shit. I like what I've been wearing for years. No one else has complained.