Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Pack (Stiles)

"You’ve put us in danger for far to long, y/n! You’re on your own now, get out!" Derek barked at you, causing you to run out of the loft crying. 
You ran as fast as you could not caring where you ended up. How could this have happened? How could a series of small accidents lead you to be kicked out of the pack? You couldn’t possibly be an Omega and survive. You collapsed up against a tree and cried into your knees. You had nowhere to go now, you would die without the pack. 
“Why are you crying?” A voice behind you asked. 
“Leave me alone!” You didn’t look up.
“Come on, y/n, what caused a pretty girl like you to end up here in such a wreck?”
“How do you know my name?” you asked looking up straight ahead, sensing danger.
“No need to worry. I’ve seen you around, followed you a little bit.”
“You stalked me.”
“I wouldn’t call it that, little dove,” he said in a soothing voice, sitting down next to you,”They left you didn’t they?”
“How did you know?” 
“I have my ways. You could do better without them, you don’t need them. They just weakened you, you have so much potential you don’t even know of because they held you back. You have the capability to be something great.” 
“The pack was my life, I’m going to die without them.”
“I wouldn’t say that, we could start own pack, what do you say lovely?” He tucked a hair behind your ear, “it could be the start of something beautiful. You never know if you never try.” 
You turned around, “I don’t know.”
“Say you’ll try at least, precious,” he said crashing his lips into yours, putting you under his spell. 
“Alright, I’ll try,” you pulled away.
“That’s it little dove, come on now. There’s no time to waste,” he said grabbing your hand.