#frosted windowpanes

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[heyitssmiller]

Frosted Windowpanes: a Merry Little Epilogue

Hi, everyone! Been a while, huh?

I really wanted to write a full sequel to this story, but I just haven’t had the time or mental function to get around to it. But I was bored cooped up at home today and thought I could at least write a little something, so here we go!! Hope y’all like it, and I hope you’re all having lovely holidays 💕

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

CWs: food, holidays, too much fluff

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Logan perched himself on the kitchen counter, cradling an almost-empty bowl of frosting in one hand and a spoon in the other. The oven radiated warmth into the small space, which was bright with afternoon sunshine and amplified by the white expanse of snow outside the window. It was perfect in the way only the holidays could bring - surrounded by loved ones, cookies baking in the oven until they were nice and golden brown, no more work stress. It was soft and calm and peaceful.

If you could ignore Finn screeching along to the Christmas playlist, that is.

Logan loved him for it, anyways.

“Do y’all know how much Mariah Carey makes on just this song?” Leo mused from where he was crouched in front of the oven, monitoring his sugar cookies carefully.

“And it’s worth every penny,” Finn sighed happily. Logan just rolled his eyes and got himself another scoop of frosting as the song mercifully ended and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer started. Finn continued to sing along as he decorated a reindeer-shaped cookie, Leo opened the oven door, and Logan eyed the remaining bowl of cookie dough on the far counter.

“I think these are done,” Leo stated as he held up both his hands. “Mitt me.”

Finn slid oven mitts onto both of his hands. “Mitts.”

Leo opened the oven door and held out a hand over his shoulder. “Spatula.”

Finn grabbed the utensil and placed it in Leo’s hand. “Spatula.” He peered over the blond’s shoulder, pushing his glasses up to perch on top of his head when they fogged up. “What’s the verdict, doc?”

“We saved them just in time,” Leo took the cookies out of the oven and began transferring them to a cooling rack. “Nice and golden brown, but not overbaked. For post-op care I’m prescribing lots of icing and sprinkles.”

“You’re both dorks,” Logan teased around a spoonful of cookie dough. Leo sent him a playful glare, Finn just beamed gleefully with icing smeared across his jaw, and Logan was absolutely smitten with the two of them.

He thought of the two ring boxes he’d hidden in a pair of socks, which were stuffed into a pair of old work boots, which were crammed inside a shoe box inside a suitcase stashed in the back of the guest bedroom closet. It was ridiculously excessive for a hiding spot, Logan knew, but he hadn’t really had a choice - Leo was a first-class snoop, and this was the one surprise he really couldn’t afford to ruin.

And he knew they had nothing but time - Finn was living here permanently now, since he could do most of his book editing online, and Leo and his diner weren’t going anywhere, but what was the point in waiting if this was what they all wanted?

He always thought he’d be nervous about proposing one day, terrified about being rejected, but he found that he was proving himself wrong. He knew those two goofballs currently doctoring sugar cookies loved each other, loved him.

They’d say yes. He knew that, too.

So with a quick “I’ll be right back” he abandoned his cookie dough and headed upstairs to find the two ring boxes he’d hidden in a pair of socks, which were stuffed into a pair of old work boots, which were crammed inside a shoe box inside a suitcase stashed in the back of the guest bedroom closet with a grin on his face and excitement thrumming through his veins.

[jinglehop]

I never tire of this view :)

[peggyrose19]

Day 8: Pine Tree

So I broke the rules again :) I couldn’t resist! This was the only thing I could think of so it’s what you’re getting. This is set in @heyitssmiller‘s Frosted Windowpanes AU, with our dear friends Finn, June, and Heather. There’s pining and drunk tree decorating. I wrote this in class again, english is boring. Prompt from @remus-john-lupin, characters from the wonderful @lumosinlove. 

“Finn! Get your ass down here!” June called from the stairwell. “Or this tree is staying on your rental car.” 

Finn rolled his eyes but dutifully pushed himself off the couch, following June and Heather downstairs and outside. The three of them examined the tree resting precariously on the car, wondering just how the hell they were going to get it inside. 

“Did you have to get one so big?” Heather sighed. 

“Don’t blame me!” Finn protested. “Logan picked it out.” He flushed at the thought of the brown-haired young man. 

“Oh, Logan picked it out, did he?” The girls exchanged a knowing glance. “Alright, then.” With a grunt, June grabbed the trunk of the tree and yanked it to the ground. 

“Finn, grab the other end,” she instructed. “Heather, can you get the door?” Both did as she asked and they lugged the heavy tree up the stairs, needles shedding with each movement. When they reached the apartment door, Heather held it open as wide as it would go and June and Finn dragged it inside.

“Oh boy,” June sighed, setting it down and shaking her hands out. “We made quite a mess, didn’t we?” 

“It’s okay, we can clean it up later,” Finn replied, collapsing on the couch once more. June shrugged and sat down next to him, Heather joining them a moment later.

Half an hour later they were in the same positions, this time with wine glasses in their hands. They stared at the tree lying in the middle of the living room, all three tired and just a little bit drunk. 

“So,” Heather started. “Tell us about these boys you’ve fallen in love with.”

Finn groaned. “Why is everyone so hot here? I swear to God, I’m gonna die. And the fucking French. Oh, and do not get me started on the accents, I mean holy shit. Is Leo even real?”

There was a pause and then June and Heather both burst out laughing. 

“Oh, you’ve got it bad, hun,” June cackled. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” Finn complained. “What do I do? I’m leaving in a week.” 

Junes sighed, turning serious for a moment. “You have to decide if you think they’re worth it or not.”

“Well, how the fuck do I do that?”

“Finn...” 

He sighed. “Let’s just get ridiculously drunk and decorate this tree. At least it’ll take my mind off it. Besides, remember how much fun we used to have?” June nodded fondly.

“Alright. I’ll get more wine.”

The tree took an hour to decorate, mainly because by the time they finally finished putting the lights on, they were all a little too drunk to really be handling delicate ornaments. By some miracle, they managed not to break anything. But it was finished, and together the three flopped onto the couch to admire their handiwork. 

It was a mess. The lights were all over the place, placed unevenly on the branches, leaving them condensed in some places and bare in others. The ornaments weren’t much better, although those had been spread out a bit better. It was the icicles that really did it, though. Heather had found a pack of them at the bottom of their decorations box and immediately chaos had ensued. They had thrown them everywhere, giggling hysterically as they got caught in Heather’s hair and the tree and the hanging light. 

Finn felt like he was 17 again, trying champagne for the first time and getting ridiculously drunk with June by his side, listening to her rant about her boyfriend, wishing he could just lean kiss her. He felt the same now, but this time it was two boys that occupied his thoughts. 

“‘M gonna ask them out tomorrow,” he slurred, eyes falling closed.

“Whatever you say,” June replied. Within a moment, all three were fast asleep. And if they severely regretted their decisions in the morning, well, that was a problem for future them.

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Silver and Gray ~

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[jinglehop]

[heyitssmiller]

Most memorable scene would have to be all the Christmas tree puns by Talker and Noelle from part 2 of Frosted Windowpanes.

"So who are you pining over?"

"He's become such a sap."

"They have such good chemis-tree."

Pure gold.

Hahaha if this is my legacy I’m happy about it 😂

Thank you :)