— * 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

“okay, first of all, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.” Nate took a step further into the bathroom. “My last name here is Haywood. It’s Haywood.” He firmly said, repeating it for emphasis. He opened his mouth to speak again but the sentence caught Nate off guard. He didn’t understand what he had meant at first but then it clicked and he just barely glanced down at the other’s lips. “uhh, I-I’m not-” he felt his brain shut down momentarily, which was honestly a first in weeks and then he let out a frustrated sigh. “stop doing that!” he snapped eventually, as if his own spacing out was the other guy’s fault. 

here ?    sounds a bit sus to nolan but he brushes it off ,    respecting nathaniel's wishes with an eyeroll and an ,    " okay haywood . "   he's still leaning on the cubicle ,   trying to bite off a chuckle as the guy spaces out momentarily before snapping at him as if it was his fault he was spacing out .   nolan eyes nate from the bottom up ,   nate's either confused or frustrated and nolan honestly couldn't tell .   so he guesses :    " look , you've clearly got some pent up frustration down there and i can help with that , "    he's grinning as he says this ,    head gesturing to the cubicle he's leaning on .    " don't worry ,   if you're not into that i'll back off . "

“You’re probably also only buying for one. I’m buys for two… and then some.” Clarissa laughed, rolling her eyes as she recalled the various people she often had over. It made her happy though, to know that her home with Cillian was a safe place for many. “Oh you know it.” She teased back, motioning for him to follow her as they walked back towards the food section. “Us business owners are all about efficiency.” Clarissa eyed him as he discussed the noddles and snorted. “Well, maybe I’ll have to try it at home. Cillian has put up with my questionable cooking for long enough.” She laughed, wincing as she recalled last night’s dinner. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten better but I’m far from being a chef by any means.”

" wouldn't he be a bit against it though ?      he's a doctor right ?   doctors are all about health and shit and instant noodles are far from healthy , "    he knew doctors aren't all health and fitness buffs but from what he's seen from cillian   (  the guy is jacked   )    he's got a firm image of the guy in his head scolding him for eating junk food and while that might not be accurate it just is what it is .     they're approaching the counter now ,    at the end of a relatively short line .      " moment of truth ,   miss business owner , "     he said as the line moves and they inch closer and closer to the clerk .

with all of the thinking he needed to do, roman needed a new book. he had finished off of mice and men, a book he hadn’t read since high school and figured he’d give the alchemist another try. walking into the local bookstore, the male turns right instantly seeing a familiar face. as the male locks eyes with him, roman lets out an agitated sound continuing down the labeled aisle in search for the book. “despite your obvious ego blowing your little head up…i’m not working everyday, i’m looking for a book.” looking around the shop, eyes landing back on the male, roman smirks, “nice to know where you work. maybe you’ll know a bit more if we bring the questioning here.”

random headcanon

🍑     favorite fruit

nolan likes oranges !    mangoes are a close second .

🏠     what does their living space look like ?

he shares a dorm with a roommate at winchester .    it’s a small corner room with a bunk bed ,   two closets and two desks .    he sleeps top bunk ,   his desk looks out the window  (  he got to the room first  )  and his room is usually a mess .    as much as his roommate begs him to clean there’s usually a shirt tossed aside somewhere or a bunch of crumpled sheet music around his desk .    his guitar sits beside his table .

 🍙     favorite snack

🚿     do they like hot or cold showers ?   

nolan loves cold showers .    especially on cold mornings !     other people find it weird and a bit masochistic but at least he doesn’t complain if there’s no hot water .

🎵     favorite song

right now it’s  nina cried power  by hozier ! 

🔋       what makes them feel better after a long day ?

The younger man had avoided answering what happened, which made him think something bad, bruises like that were never an accident. “I’m meeting my wife here.” He said, not that he really needed a reason to come to the store that Clarissa owned, and that he may have helped purchase. “What happened? Get into a fight?” He tried again, noting Nolan’s hands, whatever happened didn’t seem one sided. 

“  oh yeah ,  “     he said ,    “  i don’t think she’s here yet .    i’m usually the first here to open and stuff .  “      nolan puts his hands in his pockets when the older mentioned a fight ,    not that it’d help his situation especially if cillian’s already noted it down when he first saw him .    “  no it’s nothing i just fell down the stairs it’s no biggie ,  “    he was very clearly bullshitting .    at this point he just hoped cillian would drop it and leave him alone but he doesn’t seem to budge .

“what’s the purpose of restraint at our age? we’re supposed to be living recklessly.” ronan argues, simply watching nolan work as their shifts together usually went. he is pleasantly surprised as his back slams against the wall and he smirks against the kiss. he laughs at how ridiculous the other can be at times and follows him, pulling him by the waist and pressing his body against his back. “you’re such a tease, do you get off on it? because it’s kind of hot.” he leans down and presses a kiss to his neck. “come on, let me fuck you against the register.”

“  yes i get that ,   but we’re not the leads to some porno ,  “    he chuckled ,    “  unlike  some people  i need to my job to live .  “     he sighs as he feels the other’s warmth on his back ,   but he’s still grinning .    he loved being a tease sometimes .     “  maybe i do ,  “    he’s typing something on the register when ronan leans down and kisses his neck .    “  not at work ,  “    he says firmly ,   but still keeping the vibe of their playful exchange .    he puts a finger to ronan’s forehead and flicks him away .    then there’s a pause ,   then nolan looks at him .    “  maybe you could do that to me later in your own place ,   on your own kitchen counter .  “    he’s inching closer to ronan again ,   “ just not here .  “

There were some days where Nate never really paid attention to customers that came through The Clubhouse. He was still thinking about the Malcolm fiasco from the other day so he was in a terrible mood. His head was bent down, focused on cleaning off the bar and then he froze when he heard the customer speak and he slowly looked up. “No.” He said, backing up. “absolutely fucking not.” He threw the rag back into the sink, out of view of the customers and as he walked by his co-worker, he mentioned he was going to break and then he walked around the bar and grabbed the guy by the back of his collar and dragged him to the men’s bathroom. “You cannot keep doing this.” He said, giving the other a hard shove. 

nolan grinned at the other’s reaction but was promptly surprised when nathaniel grabbed him by his collar and dragged him away from the bar .    now they’re in the men’s bathroom with nolan  (  still grinning  )  being shoved and scolded by the other guy .     “  relax ramsey ,   i only said  your name .   what gives ?  “     he shrugged ,   still not getting it .    the grin is still on his face as he leans on the cubicle ,   acting like the very little shit he’d punch right now .      “  but huh ,   who knew you were the rough and tough kinda guy ,    dragging me to the bathroom like this ?    if you were interested you could just ask .  “

“good news for everyone involved.“ he grinned, nudging nolan. “i’m off tomorrow, so no kittens will need saving. a lock down wouldn’t be a bad thing.” it felt easier by the minute, and he liked to think that it wasn’t just wishful thinking. pancake came around sleepily to investigate the visitor as noah led the way to his room. “jersey is, something.” he joked, even if he missed it. “but i did love it, we had the whole like house with a yard and a porch thing going on. plus, i’m a sucker for the beach.” it made him feel guilty, knowing that nolan never got that same happier ending. he laid back down as he spoke, leaving room for nolan.

“  i’ll call in sick tomorrow ,  “    he chuckled ,   following noah as he led him to his room .    he made sure to pat the sleepy dog on the way  (  he was more into cats but dogs are nice too  )    “  that sounds great ,  “     nolan smiled .    some part of him wished he had that happier ending too .    sure ,   he probably wouldn’t care if he lived in a house with a yard and a porch but noah had that tone about him that sounded that  at least  he was happier there ;    that  at least  the place had something worth loving .    he’s laying down on the bed beside noah as he spoke ,    trying to remember the last time he was at a beach  (  he didn’t count lemon lake  )     “  the last time i was at a proper beach was when i was eight ,  “     he noted ,  chuckling at how long ago that was .    he knew that there were beaches back in new york but he just never bothered going .

New York. Been there and honestly, it hadn’t been one of her favorite places to go. Too crowded for her taste if Mercy were being honest and the second the opportunity came for her to leave, she’d taken it. No questions asked. Just as the blonde had opened her mouth to express that she’d been there before, the sound of the bookstore’s bell pulled her attention away– eyes trailing to watch as the person wandered the store. Mercy’s blue eyes fell on Nolan’s face as if to say ‘you gonna take them or?’ but the sudden change in his exterior answered her question. Raising her lips into a smirk, the female merely just watched the scene unfold before her; very amused.

when the other guy arrived at the shop and mercy looked his way he just passed a wink at her direction before fully focusing on the guy in front of him .    after a few other flirty looks and surprisingly competent pick ups from the other guy ,   nolan was left with a satisfied customer and a small piece of paper with the guy’s number ,   which he promptly waves at mercy ,   signalling his success .    “  so ,   you were saying about a trip ?  “

“it’s a fine idea and you should let me do it. it’d make work way less boring.” ronan insists. “i know you’d enjoy it just as much as me.” he hops over the counter with his awkward, tall sell and almost knocks the desktop computer off but successfully makes it to nolan’s side. “there’s no one here.” he points out and grabs the other by the waist, pulling him close. “next time we fuck should be now.”

“  maybe i would ,  “    nolan shrugs ,   taking the books off the counter and sliding them under ,    “  but i  at least  have restraint .  “      ronan approaches nolan and pulls him by the waist ,   nolan responds by placing a hand on ronan’s chest and pushing him roughly at the wall behind him .    he grabs ronan by the shirt and gives him a deep kiss to shut him up .    after a quick moment ,   he pulls away ,    “  no ,  “    he said ,   a playful grin on his face .    he pats ronan’s chest before walking towards the register .

“because you could use the word of the lord a little more than me, pal.” he jokes. ronan simply rolls his eyes at how much of a stickler for rules his co-worker was sometimes. “we don’t even know who left these here. finder’s keepers, right?” he tucks the book behind his back, under his waistband to keep it safe. “because i’ve never read it. i wanna see what the fuss is about– maybe i’ll even have you call me mister next time we,” he glances around to make sure they’re still along and smirks “fuck.” he concludes.

“  that’s rich ,  “    nolan chuckles ,   “  i’m not the one who keeps suggesting that i suck you off under the counter so  pretty sure  you need the word of the lord more than i do .  “     he makes his way to behind the counter ,    placing the broom and the dustpan in the storage closet .   nolan sighs at the remark ,   but he bites his lip to keep a smirk from gracing his features ,   “  next time we fuck i’m burning that book .  “