HEADCANON::

HEADCANON::

@musiolek smells like old books, rosemary, and the dirt after the rain. at least to duggy.

this is about to get interesting

“Are you sure these are raisins? They don’t taste like raisins.”

“Did you get that guinea pig to reenact that South Park episode?”

“Don’t get mad, but I may have just ruined everything in your closet. Don’t ask how and don’t open the door. Don’t open your closet door for a really long time, please take this advice.”

“How do you even cut your teeth on wedding rings?”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to use disinfectant wipes on your food.”

“I don’t want to alarm you or anything but I thought you should know that there’s a raccoon in your shower.”

“I thought you said you taste like Pepsi Cola.”

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea I was going to sneeze. I won’t sneeze on you next time we meet, I swear.”

“Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket? Or are you just pleased to- Oh! Oh my God, that’s actually a gun.”

“Just because you paint your entire body blue, does not mean you’re a member of that Blue Man Group. Where did you get that PVC pipe?”

“Let me get this straight, the little kid punched you in the face after you stole their milkshake or did they punch you in the face and then steal your milkshake? Either way, no the tooth fairy is not going to bring you cash for a chipped off piece of tooth.”

“Look, I know that we just met but trust me, I’m trustworthy and I need your Netflix log in.”

“No, I do not ‘got any weed.'”

“Please stop asking me if I want to build a snowman. It doesn’t even snow here.”

“Tell me you didn’t put five times the amount of detergent you’re supposed to in the washing machine again.”

“That whole pineapple thing didn’t work. Maybe you didn’t eat enough.”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t give hitchhikers rides? I’ve given like eight of them rides just this week! I seriously doubt I’m going to pick up a serial killer, I’m pretty sure I would know.”

“Why is your pocket moving?”

“You can’t just say checkmate every time you make a move.”

“You didn’t have to get me a gift- Oh. Another “#1 Asshole” mug.”

“You know what? It’s really rude to stare. I would really appreciate it if you’d just tell me if there’s something on my face or something.”

“You look really familiar. Do I look familiar? Have we met before?”

“You never want to hang out anymore. I told you I wasn’t going to have your entire house post-it noted ever again. You have to trust me. Besides, the guy charged a lot of money and I don’t want to spend that much on you again.”

“You’re watching X Men Origins: Wolverine again? How many times have you seen this now? At least watch the good one!”

“You’ve been gaming for three days straight. You haven’t showered and to be honest, I don’t recall you moving at all. Have you gone to the bathroom or eaten? What’s in that cup?”

musiolek:

He could hear that there was music coming from the wolf’s ipod, but he knew he didn’t need to yell, wolves hearing was renowned, there was no reason to draw more attention to them. This wasn’t the first wolf Stefan had met, but he had never felt a reason to be rude or angry in the presence of beasts. In all honesty, he found them intriguing, any other creatures as well, they were all just fascinating to him. Stefan didn’t care about what their lore supposedly said, that they were enemies, he preferred to see the person behind the monster.

Perfect, he was accepted. His day was already being made. “Thank you,” his smile grew when the feet left the seat, and it did not dull at the wolf’s words. Curling into his chair, he sipped his coffee. Oh, he was foreign, too! How delightful. “And why not? This is the only free seat in the shop. I’m Stefan, by the way, pleased to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, ignoring supposed ‘laws’ that made this young man his enemy. “Are you a student?” He knew he wasn’t, but it was a conversation starter.

As his smile widened, Douglas found himself smiling too. Daz would have been so mad, and Mal, well, Douglas was sure he would have boxed his ears just for talking to a vampire politely given their most recent issues, but he reminded himself that he didn’t owe either of them explanations when he came to what sort of men her talked to or wanted to talk to. The vampire was attractive, he was polite and not looking down his nose at Douglas. Not to mention this was NOT the only free seat, but, he had chosen this one anyway. The werewolf decided there was no need to point that out.

“Ya mean ‘side that whole mortal enemies thing?” he teased before taking his hand firmly and giving it a shake. “Nice t’ meet you too, Stefan. Name’s Douglas. But most just call me Duggy,” be strong, Dug, “You can call me what ya like,” he said at some real attempt at friendliness or flirtation. Christ. His ears were already turning red and his eyes looked down to the book. “Nah, I work at the boxin’ gym. Just like science.”

musiolek:

By this point, Stefan was forgetting about his coffee and the world around him was beginning to dim out. All that was important to him right now, all he wanted to be around for the rest of his long, long life was Douglas. He was consciously ignoring the thoughts trying to go through his head, wondering what the nape of his neck smelled like, what the skin of his chest would feel like against his lips. Those could happen, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. 

“Well, then,” he smiled a bit wider again, “Germany, initially, now just on the other side of the university.” Fourteen? Alone with his brother? That opened so many questions that he wasn’t sure were appropriate to ask yet. “Wow… Your brother took good care of you.” Stefan didn’t even notice that he’d wrapped his hand around Duggy’s, thumb idly dragging back and forth across the back of his palm. “Well, whatever brought you two here, I’m certainly glad you’re here, now.” 

Douglas could still hear the music of his earbuds playing soft and sweet, flutes dancing, violins swaying. It felt so apt for the moment like all of time and space had wrapped perfectly around this one place. This was where he was meant to be, needed to be and he was so grateful. Like he couldn’t recall all of the horrors he’d seen, all of the awful things he’d gone through, or maybe they felt worth it because for the very first time a guy was holding his hand, and tenderly so like it was the most dear hand in all the world.

“No where else I’d rather be,” the words slipped out before he could catch them and maybe that was fine. He wasn’t sure about so many things in his life, but this moment felt right. He hoped it truly was. “Daz is a good guy, yeah. He’s done a lot for me, for us. I’m still learnin’ how to spread my own wings. You.. what do you do?” he didn’t figure he had much in the way of family, being a vampire and all, was sure now would be an awful time to ask.

musiolek:

Oh no, he was really gorgeous when he smiled wide like that. Stefan couldn’t help noticing he smelled tremendous, too, not just his blood, but him. Whether it be pheromones or something else, he found himself quite taken already. Blue eyes, bright and full of life stared back at him as he couldn’t stop taking in every curve of his face, studying it like a textbook, already memorising it with great care. 

He gave a shrug, “I think that has more to do with people believing more in the creatures’ histories than actually giving the shreds of humanity a decent chance. There’s still a person there, still a chance to be friendly.” Stefan always saw the good in people, regardless of their species. A good swift shake, he lingered in the grip a bit too long. “Douglas, I think I like that best,” a handsome man such as he wouldn’t have a child’s nickname, not for him. “Oh, do you box? I’m a fan of science myself, so much so I have a degree,” he said with a soft laugh, leaning in a bit. 

Back to him the blue eyes traveled, the touch too long. Douglas’s heart beating just fast enough that he felt further flustered. He couldn’t hide that. His name sounded so natural on his tongue that he was certain, his blush was evident now. He needed to get a grip, push it back. But the sparkle in Stefan’s eyes just wouldn’t let him. This was bad. Crushes were not something he had the luxury for, and oh lord, what was he doing to himself.

“No, I just.. it’s home, ya know?” it was the simple answer. He didn’t know this man and he was a vampire, telling him he actually lived there would be too compromising and he felt compromised enough. “Where you from?” he asked, leaning closer as well. Oh, he was handsome and he was intriguing, and his voice entrancing. This was definitely bad.