packs fandom

Yesterday was incredible.

for the first time in my life, I was surrounded with people who understood me and shared the same love I have for Seàn.

It felt surreal; I had to pinch and scratch myself during the show to remind me that it was real, I still can’t believe it happened.

@therealjacksepticeye, thank you so much for everything, thank you thank you thank you

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i had an idea yesterday and if i can’t write i can at least draw it 

why is the dragon age fandom so mean?

  • *About Edward wanting to be with Bella*
  • Emmett: Ed, the big question is: does she like you? 'Cause if she doesn't like you this is all a moo point.
  • Edward: A moo point?
  • Emmett: You know, like a cow's opinion. It doesn't matter. It's moo.
  • Edward: *turns to the family* Have I been living with him too long, or did all that just make sense?
Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I’m theo trashhh)

Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)

Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.

A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)


HOT WATER


I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.

I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.

I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.

My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.

I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.

I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.

I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.

It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.

“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.

“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.

“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.

I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.

I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.

After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.

Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.

“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.

Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.

As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.

He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.

“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.

“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”

He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.

Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.

“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.

“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.

“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.

I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.

“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)

I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.

I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.

I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”

“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”

“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.

“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.

I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.

“What the hell happened?” I query.

Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”

My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.

“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”

“The person in pain would say otherwise.”

I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.

“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”

“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”

“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.

I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.

“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.

I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.

Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.

I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.

The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.

“Okay, just come back quick.”

My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.

I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.

I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.

Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.

“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.

“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.

His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.

“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.

Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.

I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.

“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.

“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”

“You’re drooling, Raeken.”

“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.

“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.

“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”

Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.

I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.

I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.

He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.

“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.

I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.

I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.

“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.

“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.

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Only Stiles would find a way to get speeding fines in a car which breaks down most of the time…

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