Prompt #3: “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”
It’s been a little while since I’ve done this. Bare with me. <3
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It was hard to believe December had already arrived. All the stores were decorated for the holidays, every house had lights on them and the first real snowfall of the season had began.
You were curled up inside under a blanket with a cup of hot cocoa in your hands. Your favorite holiday movie played on the TV, leaving a smile on your face. You sniffled and reached for a tissue, wiping your running nose. You had been fighting an oncoming cold but it seemed like today it was finally catching up to you.
As the movie neared its end, you heard a knock on the door. You furrowed your brow as you set the mug of cocoa down and threw the blanket off your lap. “Who could that be?” You mumbled to yourself as you moved the curtain by the door. It was hard to see whoever it was at the front door but you recognized the car in the driveway. Unlocking the door and pulling it open, you mustered the best smile you could manage. “What are you doing here, Egerton?”
Taron offered a sheepish grin, holding out a grocery bag full of items for you. “You said you weren’t feeling the best so I got some stuff for you,” he answered.
“You didn’t have to do that!”
“Maybe not but I wanted to,” Taron said with a shrug. “Could I come in though? It’s kind of cold out here.”
“Yes, of course. Sorry,” you mumbled as you let him in. You shut the door behind him and locked it as he kicked off his shoes. “You realize it’s going to be a blizzard tonight right?”
Taron gave another shrug as he made his way to the kitchen. You followed, watching as he unloaded the bag. He had gotten a couple kinds of soup, more hot cocoa packets and some candy canes- a favorite of yours. “Hungry?” He asked.
You nodded as he held up two different kinds of soup. You pointed to the one in his right hand before disappearing to the living room to return to your movie as he made himself comfortable in the kitchen.
A little while later, Taron appeared in the living room and handed you the bowl of soup. He started another movie and you offered an end of the blanket to him. You finished off the soup and sat the empty bowl on the side table before pulling your legs onto the sofa, turning your upper body slightly toward Taron.
“More cocoa?” He offered, pointing at your forgotten mug from before.
You looked over your shoulder at the mug and reached for it, feeling how much cooler it was now. “Well… I wouldn’t say no,” you answered with a little smile.
Taron accepted the mug and vanished to the kitchen again. As you waited, you yawned. Tiredness was starting to hit. A second yawn came out as Taron reappeared in the living room.
“Not gonna fall asleep already, are you?”
“Maybe,” you answered, accepting the mug of fresh hot cocoa from him. “This cold is making me kind of sleepy.”
“Sleep then, Y/N.” Taron sipped on the hot cocoa, careful of its temperature. “Take a nap. I’ll finish the movie if that’s okay.”
You nodded and drank a little bit more of the cocoa before putting the mug down. You pulled the blanket up a little bit higher, sinking further into the sofa. Your eyelids grew heavy and soon you could no longer fight off the sleep.
You weren’t sure how long you had napped but you began to stir when you heard someone saying your name.
“Y/N… Hey, Y/N…,” Taron said softly from a spot on the floor in front of the sofa. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
You groaned and rolled onto your back, looking at Taron. “Hmm?”
“You slept for a while and the snow started coming down heavy,” Taron started. “But come on, you gotta get up and get your coat and boots on.”
“What?” You asked, your voice groggy as you started to sit up. “Why?” You sighed as you got off the sofa and looked out the front window. The porch light and street lights showed you the foot of snow, if not more, on your front lawn.
Taron appeared at your side, his hand finding your lower back. You kept quiet as you looked up at him. “We’re going out there,” Taron said with a grin.
“T, it’s going to be freezing out there and this cold-”
Taron turned you to face him, the grin still wide on his face. It made your cheeks grow warm. “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”
It was hard to argue with him. The excitement was written all over his face, there was a slight bounce in the way he moved and it didn’t take much more to convince you.
You let out a playfully dramatic sigh as you grabbed your boots and coat from the coat closet, pulling them on as well as your hat. “If this cold gets worse because of you and this snowman, I’m blaming you.”
“I will gladly take the blame,” Taron answered as he put his own shoes and coat back on. He opened the door and led the way out, holding a hand out to you. “And I’ll make all the soup and cocoa you want to make it up to you.”
“Throw in some Hallmark movies and you’ve got yourself a deal,” you teased as you took the first step into the white snow and put your gloves on. The snow crunched under your boots, perfect for building a snowman.
Now it was Taron’s turn to groan. “They’re terrible though! Every movie has the same plot. And most of the actors aren’t that go-”
You couldn’t help but to laugh as the snowball hit Taron perfectly in the chest. “Shut up and start building this snowman,” you laughed.
“Oh, real nice. This means war. I hope you know that,” Taron warned, brushing the snow off the front of his coat.
“Bring it on, Egerton.”
