A/N: This is my first imagine, so I am doing my best :) I hope to make this a series if it’s liked. I plan on doing a bunch of different types of imagines but I have to start somewhere so I am taking this from my wattpad story that I haven’t updated in forever so hopefully this will allow me to express my creativity in another outlet. Anyways if you like it great, if not, I am sorry. So yeah. Here you go.
Characters: Reader, Stiles, Scott -on the phone, (others come later)
When a new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, everything changes.
They don’t know what she is, and neither does she, but she knows exactly what happens to everyone in Beacon Hills, and she’s here to stop it all.
Y/n doesn’t remember anything about herself or her past. She keeps getting these visions and thoughts of a place called Beacon Hills and the people who live there.
She sees all the hurt and pain they go through- all the hassle they struggle with trying to fix the messes they get themselves in. It’s like they’re all trying to put puzzle pieces together without ever seeing the picture.
And she knows that that’s what she needs to do- that’s her job, she has to help them with their broken pieces.
*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name
I have to stop this
I have to go to Beacon Hills
But you only know what happens to them without your interruptions on their lives
I have to go. I’m certain that their futures will be better if I interfere.
No matter what may happen to me in the process.
My name is Y/n Y/l/n, and I have no idea about anything about myself other than my name and what I look like- and I hadn’t known that until recently.
But somehow I know all about the past, present, and future of the residents of Beacon Hills.
The Beacon for the supernatural.
I don’t know if that’s what I am; maybe a seer or some shit- but I’m sure as hell something not human.
I hope that Scott and Stiles can help me. Even though they have no idea who I am yet.
From what I know - they most likely can. The others can be trusted as well, but they haven’t all come to grips with the supernatural like they will in the near future…
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself, I tend to do that a lot.
Anyways, my stuff is packed and I’m on a plane ride from where I woke up in Georgia to the little town I can’t get out of my head that’s located in California.
Here goes nothing…Beacon Hills here I come.
I leave the airport with my suitcase and come to the realization that I have no fucking clue where I’m supposed to stay - or how because I have about $50 in my wallet and a frozen yogurt coupon.
How the fuck did I plan everything, literally everything but not where to fucking stay? Like cmon. Dumbass.
Wait! I could always go to Derek’s place…damn I don’t think he has his loft yet. Scott’s place would be good because Melissa’s never home, but he might be hard to convince why I’m there and also need to stay and seek refuge there at his place.
Then there’s Stiles - he’s pretty open and spot on about everything, yeah I’ll go there.
At least I remembered to send a transcript to Beacon Hills High for my enrollment papers.
Again y/n, you were so smart with the planning. EXCEPT FOR A FUCKING PLACE TO STAY.
This better work. Time to start walking.
If I wasn’t such a dumbass I wouldn’t have had to walk forever to get here.
Alive too might I add. I better be grateful nothing has tried to kill me yet considering it is the perfect scenario for that to happen.
So I will reiterate. I am a dumbass.
I walk to Stiles’ place and let out a relieved sigh when I see his Jeep sitting in the driveway and no Sheriff’s car in sight.
I go to the front door, I bring up my hand to knock and hesitate just before my knuckle hit the door.
What if he doesn’t let me in? What if he thinks I’m crazy? Should I have gone to Deaton instead?
Fuck I should’ve gone to Deaton! Damn, I should’ve thought about this mo-
All those thoughts are interrupted when I hear the doorbell ring.
I look down and see my suitcase pressed against it when I leaned on it while thinking of all the things that could go wrong…I’m not pessimistic at all, I swear.
“Coming!” I hear through the door. I look at the windows on the side of the door to make sure I look decent - just because I know him doesn’t mean he knows me…wow that didn’t sound stalker-ish at all.
I see him coming through the window and straighten myself up trying to make it look like I wasn’t looking intently through his windows
“Hello, how can I help yo-” Stiles says as his sentence gets cut short as soon as he looked at me with his golden eyes widening when I looked up at him to make eye contact.
“Hellooo?” I ask, waving my hand in front of his face trying to wake him from whatever la-la-land he zoned out into.
“Uh-what? Yeah, I’m great, I just thought I saw this fucking angel and OH GOD YOU’RE REAL!” Stiles exclaims when he looks at me again. I quickly butt in before he could say anything else.
“Hey, my name’s y/n. Can I come in?” as I get out what I needed to as fast as I could.
“Uh, YES! I mean *hmm* yeah, come on in, my name’s Stiles” he steps aside and lets me walk in and closes the door and locks it after I’m all the way inside.
He actually locked the door? That’s a first.
“Why do you have a suitcase?” Stiles asked as I left it at the door as we made our way into the living room.
“Uh, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said as I sat down on his couch.
“I know this might sound crazy, but I need to stay here with you - for a bit,” I say really quickly.
“Um, I mean…yeah, you can stay but we don’t really have a spare room but I’m sure that I cou-” I stop Stiles mid-sentence.
“Wait, no questions, no hesitation? You’re letting me stay just like that?” I question him.
“I mean yeah, there’s just something about you I can’t really place, but it’s a good feeling…I trust you” he whispers the last part. I look at him with wide eyes, shocked at what he just told me.
“I mean, um I trust you’re not some druggie or serial killer or something like that” Stiles adds in quickly to cover up the fact he just told me something a little out of the ordinary.
Yeah, like you’re one to talk. You’re about to tell him you know every fucking thing about him and everybody he knows.
“Wow…I mean thank you, I don’t know what to say” I tell him.
I look up at his golden eyes and smile. I look over at his face and notice he has cute moles on his face…or freckles, whatever you wanna call them.
He really is hot.
Man…if really love to just stare at him all day….we could always just go upst-
“Y/n? You okay?”
I blink for a second and look back at him - attentive this time.
“Yeah I’m fine…but I actually have some more stuff I need to tell you,” I say to him. I have no clue how I’m supposed to tell him this.
“Oh alright, but do you want to go ahead and figure out your sleeping arrangements? My dad probably shouldn’t know your here until a few days, that-that is i-if you intend to stay that long- with me. I MEAN HERE!…with me…yeah..” Stiles drags off.
I giggle at his actions and smile up at him.
What the fuck…giggling? Really Y/n?
He smiles at me, “I like your laugh”.
“Thanks, I like your smile,” I say.
Now all I gotta do is tell him that I know all about his future - and past.
This should be fun.
AH! So that was my first imagine! If you liked it or want more PLEASE let me know. I would love to make and post more of this series. And of you want a specific imagine you can request it or any other type. Thanks!