Imagine: Being Stiles’ sibling and telling him you’re dating Jackson. [x] [x]
Stiles: Jackson? You’re dating Jackson?! Y/N: Ur.. Yes. But, Stiles, you have to understand that- Stiles: -Understand what? That he’s somehow magically become less of an ass and is a genuinely nice person? Y/N: Yes? Look, you don’t need to understand it… I just need you to know I like him and we’re together. Jackson: Y/N! Hey babe. *kisses you on the cheek* Stiles. *smiles* Stiles: D-did you just smile? At me?
Okay, so my full list is a mix of things i’m pretty sure will happen, things that i’d like to see happen, things i’m afraid will happen, and things that will never in a million years happen. Some of these are very carefully considered predictions, others I have absolutely no basis for.
Stydia kiss in 6x01 (practically a gimme)
An “I love you” from at least one of them this season
Theo redemption arc (vomit)
Parrish and Theo play a role in getting into/getting back out of the Underworld
Lydia says Stiles’ real name
At least one great Scydia hug
“Don’t kidnap her” - less of a throwaway line than we originally assumed. Maybe re: Lydia?
Stiles/Peter talk about Malia
Stiles/Peter talk about Lydia
“Let It All Go” actually does play
Another Gabrielle Aplin song
Theo sacrifices himself
New opening credits for Lydia
New opening credits for Stiles
Ross Butler is actually Scott and Kira’s time traveling son
Wincing through the pain, I look up at Scott. He’s staring worriedly at me as I hunch over the table.
I swallow and nod my head, but immediately after, I’m hit with an sword sharp burst of pain in my chest. I clutch my chest as I drop onto the ground.
The pain starts to escalate as I lie on the dirt, spreading through my entire body and making me go numb. “Call Melissa!” I hear someone yell just before another shot of pain travels through me and I black out.
~*~*~ When I come to, there is no one. I’m lying on the back seat of Stiles’ Jeep, a pack of ice set against my chest. As I sit up, I notice how sore I am, especially my chest. Every beat of my heart hurts.
“Oh good, you’re up.”
I turn and see a dejected Stiles approaching his Jeep. Allison, Lydia, and Scott follow, their clothes stained with blood. Whose, I don’t now.
Off hand, I notice something off about the trio. “Where’s Y/N?” I ask.
If possible, Stiles looks sadder. “I’m so sorry Derek,” Lydia whispers as she looks at me. “She died a couple hours ago.”
“Died?” I repeat, unable to comprehend. “No, not Y/N. She’s strong.”
Allison releases a shuddering breath and Scott pulls her close.