#boyderica

They deserved better.

So, I guess, because I want to know what life would have been like for them had they lived, I’m gonna go with Berica.

When Erica wakes up in the woods with no memory of having left her bedroom, it's a sign of how freaking weird her life is getting that she's less surprised by the taste of stale blood on her teeth and more surprised to discover that she's still fully dressed.

"Okay that didn't really pan out how we planned," Stilinski mutters, flipping to a flurry of scribbles on his legal pad. Boyd leans over, reads the title, and almost chokes. "Did you make a playbook of my not-dating life?"

He's never liked girls like Erica until he meets Erica.

Erica has gone from one kind of outcast to another; but once, where she was strung out in a galaxy on her own, light-years from everyone else, she’s now part of a solar system of outcasts, rotating around the sun of their Alpha. // “Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically—to those who hardly think about us in return.” – T. H. White, The Once and Future King

Things you never said at all***Boyd has never liked words. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t feel the need to, but when he does, Erica knows that he really means it.Erica, on the other hand - Erica loves words. She loves the way she can make them work for her, loves the way they taste in her tongue when she convinces anyone of anything she likes. When Erica speaks, Boyd has learned to take it with a grain of salt. It’s rare that what she says is what she really means.“I love you,” he whispers into her hair one night, long after they’ve turned out the lights, when the moonlight streaming through the window is making her skin glow like a marble statue. He can hear her breath hitch, just slightly, and she knows that he can hear it, but even so, she says nothing. She closes her eyes tightly, forces her breathing to even out, slow down, as if she’s asleep, controls her racing heartbeat like Derek had taught them, and soon after she can hear Boyd’s do the same. She doesn’t know if he’s actually asleep, or just pretending like she is, but she stays still anyways, and finally she really does fall asleep.***“I love you,” he says again, whispered in her ear a few weeks later while they watch some dumb horror movie she doesn’t even remember the name of.She adjusts herself on the couch so that her head is pillowed on his chest instead of his shoulder and presses a gentle kiss to his collarbone, thinking, not for the first time, how much she really loves him too. She doesn’t say it though. She doesn’t know if she can yet.***“Erica,” he says, catching her wrist as she climbs into Stiles’ jeep one night to go fight a witch or a succubus or whatever it is they’re fighting this time. “I love you.”She smiles, the soft and sweet smile that she reserves just for him - nothing like the sharp, feral grin that she gives everyone else. She’s still not ready to say the words out loud, doesn’t know if she ever will be, but the fierce kiss she gives him before she closes the door behind her tells him everything he needs to know.

He is alone.