#boydia

huh 🤔 i haven't thought about them much before. nothing immediately jumps out at me, but hey, let's put some real thought into it, cuz that's fun!!

i feel like loneliness/isolation could be a point of connection for them. it's Boyd's driving force behind getting the bite, obviously, that desire to not eat lunch alone every day. to have people who know and care for him, people he can rely on, people who are there for him.

most people wouldn't think of Lydia as lonely with how popular she is, but season 2 puts the lie to it. she gets bit, she goes off the rails a bit, and suddenly she's persona non grata. once the queen bee shine wears off, who's left to really be on her side? up until the pack really forms, who among all those "friends" really knew her? she spent a lot of time surrounded by people but still, functionally, emotionally, alone.

there's also an implication or two that Boyd is more bookish than one might think. he's the one to think up the plan to douse and electrocute the alphas, which is a very clever plan tbh and a scientifically-based one.

also both have EXCELLENT unimpressed bitch faces.

Boyd and Lydia studying together while the rest of the pack gets distracted by their dumbass tomfoolery. Boyd and Lydia bouncing theories off each other, finishing each other's sentences before anyone else can get a word in edgewise. Boyd and Lydia trading looks any time Stiles opens his mouth because oh my gOD, did you HEAR that, smh...... speaking fluently through raised eyebrows. Boyd and Lydia sitting quietly together because sometimes words just don't cut it and other people keep insisting on trying anyway, well-meaning as it is.

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This actually got long-ish so I’m going to put this for my TW Bingo card, Square 17: Boyd/Lydia.

“It's not as bad as I thought,” Lydia says hopefully, glancing around at the teeming seats around them. This is her first time on a truly public bus in her life, and if it weren't for Boyd's hand on hers, she might not be so optimistic. She's never been the hand-holding type. Or maybe it was the boys who never wanted to hold her hand, and she didn't want to put up a fuss and spoil the illusion. Either way, Boyd's hand is warm and covers every inch of hers where they're twined on his knee. “It could be worse.”

He laughs, shakes his head at her and calls her spoiled, and she marvels at the way that he doesn't try to turn it into a conversation. He's the quietest person she's ever met, yet always able to make himself heard when he wants it. Lydia isn't sure if that's a born talent or a learned skill. Either way, she's fairly sure she'll never possess it. Allison's 'opposites attract' mentality rings in her ears and isn't that a joke? Her model of opposites attracting is a werewolf and a werewolf hunter. As far as she can tell, banshees are on neutral ground. She and Boyd aren't going to kill each other; they just have to find something to talk about.

The bus grinds itself to a halt and Boyd smiles, still quiet, and shuffles her in front of himself by the waist so he can guide her along as they file off.

“Well?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “Does this work for a first date?”

They're standing in front of a once-white building, large sign out front proclaiming it to be a natural science museum, open 9 through 4 every day except Sundays and bank holidays. Her heart is in her throat. She wants to thank him.