Listen, I just have this great need to see Stiles and Erica getting drunk on pack nights out, dancing on table tops and throwing dollar bills at each other - hundred dollar bills, no less, because they deserve only the best (“Lydia, can we borrow your purse?”)- while Derek and Boyd look on, heads in their hands, because their fiances are giant losers and how they find this ritual as endearing as they do every. goddamn. time. they. go. out. is beyond them.
Especially because Stiles and Erica have no sense of rhythm - at all - and their song choices are far from appropriate.
(Derek doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to listen to Kiss The Girl from The Little Mermaid without picturing Stiles shaking his hips and throwing water over himself ever again. In fact, he’s pretty sure Disney has been ruined for him forever. Not that Stiles cares, the bastard, putting a Disney playlist on shuffle at least once a week before yelling “last one to get naked has to do the clean up!” before tripping over his own feet in the race to get to their bedroom.)
I have a huge clothes sharing thing for these two. Erica loves to borrow his boxers and comfy pajama pants, and especially his shirts. Often, she’ll sleep in one of his plaid shirts, and wonder out of the bedroom the next morning still wearing it with her boy shorts and knee high socks, the buttons undone. It’s the most beautiful Stiles has ever seen her, and every single time he ends up cupping her face, voice soft as he tells her how perfect she is before kissing her.
after a while of dating, Stiles asks her one morning, “do you trust me?” Her answer is “yes” without any hesitation, and his returning smile is blinding. He takes her to a rock climbing place, and together, they climb one of the walls. Erica’s laughter when she reaches the top in record time is the best sound Stiles has ever heard.
Stiles makes awesome brownies. Seriously, they’re gooey, melt in the mouth deliciousness. He only ever makes them for Scott and Erica, and Erica’s pretty smug about it.
they start running together. Erica keeps pace with Stiles, encouraging him when he starts struggling, and soon enough, he’s getting better at it. When he finally halves his three mile time, she celebrates with him with sex and pancakes. It’s a pretty perfect day.
they go to prom together, Erica in a long, sleek black dress and Stiles in a black suit. he gets her flowers and a corsage that matches his tie, and they spend the whole night dancing.
they go to different colleges, but they talk every day, and most weekends Stiles falls asleep at his desk while skyping Erica. they send each other care packages, and text each other little messages about their day, things like “if my professor checks out my ass one more time, I’m gonna rip his throat out” or “just tried the cafeteria food. send help.”, and have pictures of each other on their desks.