#glacialispectus

also thank you @glacialspectus for this same sentiment 

Derek raised an eyebrow when he spotted Stiles neurology text book in his apartment.  Stiles hadn’t been at his loft in a few days, only occasionally calling Derek to rant about his thesis about the effects of the supernatural on the human brain – all theoretical, of course. So that only makes it stranger to Derek that the text book in question had made it into Derek’s place without him noticing. He pinched the ridge of his nose and sighed before grabbing his jacket and keys, scooping up the book. He should be more concerned that someone had gotten into his territory without him noticing but with all the strange things that kept happening on a routine basis in Beacon hills Derek had learned to priorities his freak outs. Stiles text book quietly appearing in his loft didn’t really register. He tossed the book into the passenger side of his Toyota and started the car. It wouldn’t surprise Derek if Stiles snuck into his place, Stiles could still be sneaky as the damn fox he used to be. Pulling up to the Stilinski house Derek could hear Stiles freak out from the street. He debated climbing up to the window just because it would startle Stiles and make his heart do that shocked little blip that always accompanied, though he’s never admit it, an adorable full body flail. With that image still in mind Derek pulled out his phone and hits the speed dial for Stiles. “Oh thank god. Derek I need your nose. We’re on Red alert.  I need to report a kidnapping, or a supernatural occurrence. Is it possible for books to grow legs and run away? Because I think mine did.” “Stiles.” Derek tries at first, not surprised when Stiles verbally steam roles over him. “No, don’t you ‘Stiles’ me Derek. We have dealt with some weird shit. Do you remember that possessed tea pot? Because I remember the possessed teapot. That thing followed Isaac around for a week singing to him before we could figure out how to stop the damn thing.” “Stiles.” “Well my text book running away from me wouldn’t be the weirdest thing. I’d rather have the tea pot because then I would at least have the thing.” “Stiles, Shut up.” Derek sighed getting out of the car, the apparent kidnapping victim in hand. “I have your book now let me into your house.” “I would be surprised if ghost stole it. You never know ghost could want to study brains. Ghosts or zom- Wait, what? Why do you have my book Sourwolf?”  Stiles grumbled but Derek could hear him coming down the stairs. “Ghosts.” Derek dead paned as Stiles opened up the door. Stiles grabbed at the book cradling it in his arms like a baby making cooing noises at it, pointedly ignoring Derek’s raised eyebrow as he walked into the house. “Stiles.” Derek sighed, eyes taking in the messy hair and wrinkled clothes. “When was the last time you slept?” Stiles eyed him, “I don’t have to answer to kidnappers.” He frowned hugging the text book closer to his chest. “Besides sleep is for the week and Adderall-less part of the population. “ Derek crossed his arms and took a breath. Deal with a sleep deprived Stiles was not on the list of things that he had wanted to deal with today. He wasn’t anyone’s babysitter, not anymore. That was Scott’s job and he was happy about that change. Still last thing the pack needed was Stiles getting to pre nogitsune levels of sleep deprived. “Stiles you need to sleep.” He pointed out. “No way. I sleep you’ll steal all my text books. I just know it.” Stiles accused poking Derek in the chest. “Sleep or I’ll make you sleep.” “Or what? Gonna knock me out with my steering wheel? “No.” Derek smirked before picking up Stiles an abruptly throwing him over his shoulder receiving a loud squawk from Stiles. He ignored Stiles attempts to get free and stream of curses before throwing him down onto his bed.  “Sleep.” Stiles glared mulishly up at Derek like he was planning the best way to curse Derek into the twilight zone. It was a look Derek had become used to however so he returned the glaze eyebrows raised and arms crossed just daring Stiles to try anything. Finally Stiles slumped against the pillows. “Hot guy finally throws me into a bed and he just wants me to sleep.  That’s not fair.” Derek rolls his eyes, pushing Stiles to the side so that he could sit on the bed. “Shut up Stiles.” “Ya, ya.” Stiles yawned eyes already closed. “Wake me up in an hour Sourwolf.” “I’m not your alarm clock.” Derek shoots back. “And three.” “You’re no fun.” Stiles mumbles, already dropping off. Derek ignores him before leaning against the back board of the bed. He could stay here for a bit; actually make sure Stiles didn’t jump up in five minutes with a new idea. He grabs one of the mythos books besides Stiles bed, Stiles himself curling towards Derek’s warmth. Ya, he could stay. Unseen beside him a curly haired blonde smiles, her lips ghosting over the foreheads of the two boys in the bed. “Happy Valentine’s day.” She whispers, her voice a light breeze that ruffles their hair. She leaves them walking toward her own boy who welcomes her with open arms. Together they look down at the two; the werewolf having subconsciously started to pet the sleeping boys hair. “I thought we weren’t going to meddle.” The boy whispers kissing her golden curls his strong arms stung around her. “No one should have to be alone on Valentine’s today.”

I wish! :D But it's a crackship of my rp character Nay and Enjolras. Don't ask how it happened. I'm not quite sure myself. (Well, it hasn't really happened yet but they do have chemistry which is weird because Enjolras belongs to Grantaire! ... who apparently belongs to everyone though >.< yes, my mind is a mess xD luckily you don't really have to deal with that asylum in my head)