It was past late, on a chilly fall Wednesday night when you heard your window slowly slide open, wind blowing in as the figure entered your room, attempting to close it quietly but only for it to make a loud thump as it closed. A quiet curse told to it.
You turned over in bed, your brain still in a fog from sleeping and unhappy from being woken up.
“You know, if I wasn’t sure it was you coming in my window I’d be trying to beat you with my lamp right about now.” you complained, towards the window.
He rolled his eyes in the dark, not that you could see him, but you knew. “You did try and beat me with your lamp. The first 9 times even after I’d told you it’d be me coming in” he complained back in a more whiny tone
You opened your eyes to look in his direction, only seeing darkness “Not true.” you pointed towards him “I tried to beat you with a lamp 8 times, the ninth time I had borrowed Stiles bat.”
Liam tripped while noisily slipping off his shoes “You borrowed a bat just so you could attack me better??” he said while throwing his hands up to make a point then walking over to your bed
Pushing the covers back to allow him in you stuck your tongue out at him “Not specifically to attack you, to attack someone who might not have been you who was crawling through my window at 2 in the morning” you reasoned
Groaning, Liam flopped into bed next to you, getting comfortable on ‘his’ pillow “I came over 8 nights in a row, through your window, around the same time, I say I’ll probably be back again, through the window,” he emphasized, pulling the blankets up around you both “who else were you expecting?”
You lay your head on his chest, one arm resting over his waist trying to get comfortable.
“Most times when something comes through your window at night it’s coming to kill you and has glowing red eyes, and just because the thing coming through your window’s eyes aren’t red doesn’t mean it’s not there to kill you still.” you reasoned “Plus, it’s Beacon Hills. Soon to be renamed Beacon Kills.” you mumble, squeezing his bicep in attempt to make it a comfier headrest
Liam sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to lay almost on top of him, “I come over here to cuddle because you calm me down so I don’t werewolf-out, and hitting me with various objects in the dark is not exactly a good calming technique.”
You scoffed, smacking his chest lightly “It’s practice, for making sure you don’t ‘werewolf-out’ under stress. Plus, you love me too much to hurt me” you grinned slightly, tangling your legs with his.
His eyes shined softly in the dark, you could just see the gold flecks in the shallow moonlight. He couldn’t hold back his smile at you and kissed your nose “Yeah, yeah, I do” he rolled his eyes more playfully this time before looking at you like a unhappy puppy “Now can we go to sleep (Y/n)? I’m exhausted” he groaned exaggeratedly letting his head flop back against the pillow.
“You’re the only reason either of us are up!”
Toad's Cave 