Headcanon: Luke followed Noah to LA, they’ve been happy together ever since, and when gay marriage was legalized, they got married and Noah finally became a Snyder, letting go of his fathers name once and for all.
(Bonus: Luke was the one who proposed, and Noah was the one who brought up the last name subject)
I’m back from the dead! (I never died, just mostly moved to AO3). Anyways, enjoy these nerds being nerds.
Noah is that kid that Barron was bullying (chapter 42) and I saw someone headcanon that he was the son of Jacob, the owner of the gun store (chapter 53), so adopted that here. Anyways, enjoy!
Noah hated working at the gun shop. The hours would go on late. His dad usually lets him clock out at 9 pm, but sometimes, usually weekend nights, he has to work the night shift. Well,, it’s not like he had anything better to do. What, go and hangout with Barron?
He shuddered at the thought.
He stopped hanging out with Barron after that glasses guy warned him. He had to admit, that kid was scary. The way he had pinned Barron to the ground. And his face alone had been terrifying. He was just glad that rage hadn’t been directed at him.
His gaze shifts to the clock on the wall. 10:43. Noah groans and slams his head into the counter. He was so tired. He just wanted to go home already. But he had to help his dad out with the shop. He rests his face on his arms and stares at the front door. He really wasn’t expecting it to open, so when he closes his eyes for just a second, he’s startled into jolting up when the door’s bell jingles.
“Um, welcome!” he announces, cringing at his stiff words, but quickly forgets about it when he sees who it is.
“It’s you!” It was that boy! The one who warned him about Barron. Logan, was it?
Logan blinks in surprise at Noah’s declaration and Noah felt his face flush as the awkward silence spread across the room.
“Oh!” Logan says, a look of realization dawning. “Noah!”
He remembered his name! That made him happy. Most people don’t even remember he exists.
“Ya. And you’re Logan.”
The 2 smile sheepishly at one another.
“So, uh, what can I do you for?” Noah asks, stepping out from behind the counter. He began wondering what the heck was Logan doing in a gun shop? And so late?
“Oh, um..” Logan rubs the back of his neck. “I’m going hunting this weekend. And I was bored so I decided to, uh, look around. Out of curiosity. Is Mr. Jacob not here?”
“Mr. Ja- Ah, my dad! Ya, he’s here. Just in the back and taking care of inventory. Do you need me to go get him?”
“No, it’s ok. I was just curious.”
“All right. Well, I can help you look at the selections, if you’d like.”
Logan seemed a bit hesitant but slowly nodded. “Alright. Sounds good.”
The two walk down the aisles and Noah points at a rifle on the wall. “Bolt action rifles are the most commonly used for hunters. But Winchesters are also pretty good.”
Logan smiles crookedly. “I'm actually better with a Springfield. The weight is perfect and the long range.”
Noah blinks in surprise. He didn’t know that Logan knew anything about guns. He didn’t seem the type. Then again, Noah probably didn’t either.
“So you have experience?” Noah asks.
Logan freezes before shrugging stiffly. “A little..” His voice was a bit strained, like he was hiding something or not saying the full truth.
The two go silent for a bit. Noah can’t help but feel a sense of kinship with Logan. Yes, this was kind of awkward, but knowing he’s not the only one who’s bad at talking to people gave him a little bit of solace.
“By the way,” Logan says, breaking the silence. “Are you still hanging out with Barron?”
Noah hesitates, pulling down his cap to hide his face a little. “No. He stopped talking to me after you and your friends fought with him.”
“Oh. Well that’s good.”
Noah wasn’t so sure, though. Ya, Barron was a jerk. But it was nice to talk to someone on a day to day basis. Now he’s just back to going almost a whole day without saying a peep to anyone. It’s just incredibly lonely.
Logan seemed to notice the unsure expression on Noah’s face.
“Hey, uh.. say, are you able to take a break?”
Noah jumps slightly. “Huh?”
“I was going to run to the convenience store to get some late night snacks. Wanna come with me?”
Noah’s face flushed and he began stumbling over his words. “Well, if you’re inviting me because you feel bad for me, you don’t have to.”
“No, no. I’m serious. I really do want you to come with me.”
“Well, I don’t know if my dad would-”
“Just go with him,” a voice says, cutting him off.
Both of them whip their heads around and see Noah’s dad, Jacob, standing at the doorway of the storage room. “Go have some fun with your friend. I can hold down the fort.”
Noah’s face goes even redder and he clenches his fists at his sides. Now he felt like a baby who needed to get his daddy’s permission to go out.
But Logan, rather than laughing, simply smiles at Noah. “Well. Wanna come?”
Noah stares at him. Then stares at him some more. Finally, he lets out a grand sigh. “Ok. Sounds fun..”
They bell jingled as they opened the door and headed out. Logan carried himself with a level of confidence that made Noah wonder how this guy could have ever been bullied by Barron. It’s really admirable.
“So, what are you getting from the convenience store?” Noah asks.
“Just some snacks. My friends and I are having a sleepover tomorrow night and they love snacking.”
Noah looked down at the ground. That’s right. Logan has friends. Several of them. And what did Noah have? The ultimate collection of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles that he spent all of his work money on? He shook his head. He’s being a real self hating dick, thinking like that. Jealousy is an ugly thing, but considering how often he gets jealous, he might as well be hideous.
“But, we can also get an icecream,” Logan adds. “This place sells this really good mango icecream. It’s on me.”
Noah goes a bit red and nods slightly. “Thanks.”
They pull into the convenience store and Logan fills his basket up to the brim with snacks. “Aiden really likes peanut butter, and Ben likes gummies… Taylor prefers sour and Tyler prefers sweet.. And Ashlyn likes gum..”
Noah listens to Logan as he rattles on about his friends’ snacking preferences and he stuffs his hands into his pockets. Geez, this was so awkward.
“And now for the ice cream,” Logan says, pulling open the freezer. Noah shivers as the cold air hits him.
They go to pay and the lady at check out, a sweet elderly woman, smiles at them. “Ah, Logan, sweetie. It’s good to see you. How are your grandparents?”
Logan smiles bashfully. “They’re good, ma’am. Business is well, haha.”
She nods. “Good.”
They take their snacks after paying and step out of the automatic opening doors. “You knew her?” Noah asks.
Logan chuckles. “Not at all. But, most people know my grandparents. They… have a lot of connections.” He clears his throat and reaches into the bag, pulling out their icecreams before sitting down on the sidewalk and looking up.
Noah wavers before slowly sitting down next to him, taking the icecream and opening it up.
“That’s the Big Dipper,” Logan says, pointing up. Noah follows his finger and squints.
“I don’t see it.”
“Cmon, just look closer. It’s real easy to spot.”
Noah chuckles. “I am looking close. I don’t see anything.”
Logan snickers. “No, no, look closer. I promise, it’s right there.”
“I feel like you’re pulling my leg, Fields.”
They both laugh.
“Say, I often see you reading in school. What kinds of books do you like?”
Noah hesitates. “Um.. well… they’re from the perspective of.. nonhumans. And they, um.. have cool action scenes and, uh..”
Logan raises an eyebrow. “If it’ll make you more comfortable, you wanna know how many Star Trek books I own? 231.”
Barron blinks in surprise and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I read those comics behind actual books, pretending to read a novel or something.”
They both laugh again.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Logan says, holding up a hand to try and pause their giggling, but barely able to compose himself. “What’s your opinion on DND?”
Noah beams from ear to ear “I’ll play as long as-”
“-I’M THE DM!” they finish together.
They laugh even harder, Logan clutching his stomach and Noah covering his face.
“I never thought I would meet someone who gets me so well!” Noah exclaims.
“Me neither!” Logan says.
“Huh? But don’t you have, like, a bunch of friends?”
Logan smiles crookedly. “Ehh, well, ya. And I love them, don’t get me wrong! But we’re all.. still pretty different. I guess me and Ben are pretty similar, but our interests don’t really match up. I always feel bad rambling about my interests.”
“I feel the same way with my dad!”
The 2 smile at one another before Logan’s phone starts beeping. “Shoot! It’s nearly midnight. I need to get home!” Logan stands up and finishes off his icecream, wiping his hands on his slacks. “Hey, before I go, give me your number!”
“Huh?!”
“Your number! So if we ever want to talk about ‘nerd stuff’ we can just give each other a call!”
“I-I don’t- Are you sure you want-”
“Quick, I don’t have much time before I- Before my curfew is through!”
Noah jumps and scrambles for a pen in his pocket, but quickly realizes he didn't have paper. Without thinking, he grabbed Logan’s hand and wrote the number there.
“There. And, you better not be messing with me, Fields,” Noah says.
Logan gives him a sheepish smile. “I wouldn’t do that.” And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, leaving an awestruck Noah standing outside the convenience store, the dim flickering lights the only thing allowing him to see the retreating figure.
He gulped and tilted his cap down, blushing. Logan was.. SO COOL!
Bonus:
As Logan ran off, he was blushing so bad that he thought his face would melt off. Since when was he so pushy? SInce when was he so.. so.. AGH!!
AHHHH, I’M SUCH A WEIRDO!!!!! I'M NEVER GOING TO ASK SOMEONE FOR THEIR NUMBER EVER AGAIN!!
My favorite Christmas song that's so beautiful that sometimes it makes me cry a little.
Their voices are just so beautiful, and their voices flow and sway and swirl around like they're dancing through the air together. You can HEAR them smiling as they're singing!!!
This turned out less halloween-themed than I originally intended, but it had a lot of fun working on this, even if it took me ages.
Look at me finishing a seasonal pic within the intended season!
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I tried putting in a lot of care with materials/textures, and not making the picture too dark overall, since it's a lot of dark tones on dark tones.
