nothing left to imagination

¿Quién sabe cuánto tiempo
llevo despierto hasta ahora?
Las sombras de mi pared no duermen.
Ellas me siguen llamando,
haciéndome señales

¿Quién sabe qué es correcto?
Las líneas siguen haciéndose más finas.
Mi edad nunca me ha hecho sabio
pero sigo intentando una y otra y otra y otra vez.

Bajo mi alma siento un motor
que se colapsa cuando ve el dolor.
Si tan sólo pudiera dejarlo salir.

He llegado demasiado lejos
para ver el final ahora.
Incluso si mi camino es el equivocado
sigo intentando una y otra y otra y otra vez.


Cáncer,  Tauro, Piscis (Nothing left to say - Imagine Dragons)

> Ofiuco <

Revenge Is Best Served Cold

Member(s): Jay Park x Reader
Type:  Slight Smut / Angst
Words: 828
Plot: You know what they say, nothing is built to last.

》 FAQ // Masterlist

Jay Park was known for being a tease. There was no doubt about that. On many occasions, he’d come up and cop a quick feel, not even caring if any of the people in the grocery store saw, just to get a reaction. Then there was the time he’d cut a hole in all of the swimwear you owned so he could tease you while the AOMG crew swam around as well. The latter being the final straw.

Your sex-crazed lover was about to be in for a rude awakening.

The dark mahogany of Jay’s desk complimented the trench coat you wore over top your outfit. Except for the fact that your outfit, was actually a rather small lace number, and it left almost nothing to the imagination.

The red lingerie was sure to drive Jay crazy. If anything, it was only there for an act of revenge. You really needed to remember to thank Hoody for calling him out of his office after your plan was over. She, who had been on the receiving end of your rants about your boyfriend and his rather annoying ways, was quick to help you come up with the idea.

The idea that fell apart the second Jay walked into his office.

In his eyes, it seemed like a normal occasion. Where you’d come to visit him at work, coaxing him to come back home with you so he didn’t have to sleep at the office. Only moments later, once your coat fell to the ground revealing your red lingerie that was paired so well with your black heels.

It was barely even a second before you were sat on the desk, Jay’s mouth already working dark bruises onto your neck as he pulled at the strings that tied your outfit together. His lust, and slight annoyance, being too impatient to waste the time, and you’d only heard a loud tear before your dress.

Your lingerie now laid on the ground in shreds, and you knew that if your mouth hadn’t been occupied that you probably would’ve whined. Jay, whose hands had finally let go of your hair now caressed your body. Being sure to leave no part left untouched. His fingers were quick to slide down your body, wasting no time to slip them in between your folds. Jay took a moment to take in your look, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open. That was his favorite sight. When you were completely helpless beneath him, your body practically giving itself to him.

He never realized how long it had been since the two of you had last been intimate. With his comeback right around the corner, he barely had time to see you, let alone touch you. He was planning on making up for lost time.

It wasn’t long until his fingers were sliding into your heat, and Jay took pleasure in the breathy moan you let out. Maybe it was the innocent act you had given him, or maybe it was the thrill of you taking the time to go out and buy lingerie so you could attempt to beat him at his own game; either way, something was telling him the night would be all but fast paced.

Sex with Jay was always different. Most of the time it just depended on his mood after work. If he was angry or stressed, it would be a quickie on whatever surface you hit first. If he was happy, the two of you would try out some new kink or position. When he was sad, he just wanted you to show him how much you truly love him. Then on rare occasions like this one, he wouldn’t rush a thing. Your night usually filled with multiple rounds until one of you fell asleep.

But that wasn’t the case this time. You’d come for a reason, and you were sure as hell sticking to it.

Jay was tugged on top of you in a heartbeat, and in the next he was below you. His almost innocent eyes were wide as he stared at you, before quickly being overcome by his cocky smirk.

“What do you think you’re doing mama?” he teased. With a swift eye roll, you were removing his baggy jeans from his legs, the hard length hidden beneath his thin boxers almost springing out.

“Hush now baby. It’s my turn.” you grinned, tugging his boxers down. His member popped out, full and hard. Just begging to be touched.

You were quick to wrap a hand around his length, Jay’s hand instantly clutching your hair. You lowered your head, placing one small kiss to his tip, before tearing his grip out of your hair. You gave Jay a large grin, and his betrayed eyes dug into your soul. With that, you’d thrown on your coat, and walked out of his office.

And your boyfriend was left to chase after you.

-Admin H

I can’t stop thinking how Cas and Dean were experiencing much the same sort of “aloneness” in 12.09. How for both of them, the absolute WORST thing they can imagine is being left alone, isolated, with nothing for company but their own thoughts

Dean called Billie, but Cas also called Mary.

He brought her there because he didn’t trust himself to be enough to save Sam and Dean.

I read an angry comment the other day about how Dean thinking isolation for a couple of months in prison was worse than his 40 years in hell devalued everything he experienced in hell, but that’s not the case. In fact, I think it proves just how much his experience in Hell truly affected him.

When he was in actual, literal Hell, he might’ve PREFERRED isolation, because at that point in his life, he probably felt like he deserved it. He’d have felt it was justified, because even locked away alone, he would’ve had the knowledge that Sam was okay because of his choice (much the same way that Sam was okay with isolating himself in the Cage in 5.22 knowing that Dean was okay because of his choice). (well, at least physically okay…)  And he didn’t have his ACTUAL MEMORIES OF BREAKING IN HELL to rehash on a continuous loop, like he did sitting all alone with nothing for company but the contents of his own memory.

Back at the end of s3, he didn’t have the 9 years worth of trauma and horrifying memories and incredible guilt for breaking the world over and over, he didn’t have his memories of the Mark, of the Darkness…

THAT’s what isolation was for him in 12.09.

In his present circumstances in that prison, he didn’t even have the knowledge that he’d given it all up for Sam, so that Sam could be free and alive and safe to comfort him, because Sam was in the next cell over.

There was NOTHING about his current situation to redeem him in the least. In Dean’s mind, it really was worse than hell. And that doesn’t take anything away from the magnitude of what Dean suffered in actual literal Hell back at the end of s3.

Just like Cas didn’t have this enormous burden of guilt and trauma when we first met him. And now, incredibly, we’re at a point in the story where Dean and Cas are in nearly the exact same place, mentally and emotionally.

Something must give.

Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been dating for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

“Dean-o, you’re up next.” Crowley grinned at him, and Dean just winked back, checked his image in the mirror one more time – his lips were exceptionally pink without anything on them, the black button down he was wearing was way too tight, and his black panties were satiny and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Yeah, I’m ready”, he gave back and Crowley gave the sign to Michael, and a second later Dean could hear the first chores of Warrant’s Cherry Pie. Smirking confidently he walked out on stage, all the way until he was standing in front of the screaming female audience, one hand over his crotch, thrusting forward, looking at them as if he’d like to fuck each and every single one of them, winked before turning back, going to his knees, and then lying down on stage, hips grinding against the stage, lips snarling.

Then he crawled over the stage, opening his shirt while doing so, turning his back to the audience, allowing two of the ladies to tug his shirt off. They were cheering and throwing money at him by now, Dean blew them a kiss before he looked at a short haired, curvy lady and wriggled his finger to make her move closer. He grabbed her hair and moved his crotch as if she was sucking him off, and she went along, moving in sync, until he pulled away.

For his finale Dean made the way back to the centre of the stage, touching himself as much as was legally allowed, raking his nails over his abs, grabbing his own ass before tearing the panties off so the only thing he was wearing was an equally black G-string. The girls were squealing and screeching, desperately trying to reach him to push money into his barely existing underwear.

Dean smiled smugly. He collected his money and left the stage after his song was over.

Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been seeing (fucking) for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

Sam showed up when Dean’s shift was over. He was talking to a group of girls that had seen him dance earlier, and they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. At least until Sam walked up, broad-shouldered, 6’4 tall and jaw line sharp enough to cut. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with tie he just didn’t seem to fit in here. They looked at him as if they weren’t sure what to do, because Sam didn’t seem to see them, his kaleidoscope eyes were fixed on Dean.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”

Dean blushed furiously. The girls almost jumped back, glancing back and forth between Sam and Dean, suddenly not sure what they wanted more: Touch Dean or be touched by Sam, but the look he was giving them was enough to make them disappear into thin air.

If Dean hadn’t been so focused on Sam he might have wondered where they went.

“Car, now”, Sam commanded. Dean nodded obediently and followed him. Sam was such a respectable man it turned him on beyond measure. He was also possessive as fuck and dominant enough to satisfy a part of Dean he had to keep hidden most of the time.

When he sat down in Sam’s Mercedes he smiled over at him.

“How was the trial, honey?”

“I won, darling”, Sam gave back, and leaned over to kiss Dean. “I hate it when these girls look at you like that.”

But Dean grinned only, knowing Sam didn’t really hate it.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, I’m expecting my own dance once we’re at my place.” Sam looked over at him, eyes sparkling.

“Oh, I’m gonna make it good for you. But that won’t be cheap.”

“Don’t worry about money, boy”, Sam gave back, and Dean shivered, he would never get enough of being his boy toy.

Because Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.


Imagine Dragons - Nothing Left To Say (Fan Made Music Video)

A fan made music video for Nothing Left To Say was created by a group of filmmaking students from the Federal University for Latin American Integration (UNILA) in Brazil as part of their Production class with no profit intended.

Congratulations to Laura Muniz and her team on the incredible work! Support their project by watching, liking, commenting and sharing it!

Anon requested:  What songs do you think each of the boys would listen to?

A/N: I’ve given this a bit of thought, and this is what I’ve come up with! If you have any other suggestions, let me know!


  • “Pompeii” by Bastille
  • “The Only Exception” by Paramore
  • “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + The Machine
  • “Nothing Left To Say / Rocks” by Imagine Dragons
  • “Love You Long Time” by Pentatonix


  • “Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t)” by All Time Low
  • “Car Radio” by Twenty One Pilots
  • “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance
  • “Next Contestant” by Nickelback
  • “This Is War” by Thirty Seconds To Mars


  • “Crazy = Genius” by Panic! At The Disco
  • “Preacher” by One Republic
  • “Tiptoe” by Imagine Dragons
  • “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers
  • “Believer” by American Authors


  • “21 Guns” by Green Day
  • “A Beautiful Lie” by Thirty Seconds To Mars
  • “Somewhere In Neverland” by All Time Low
  • “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz
  • “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles


  • “Shia LaBeouf” by Rob Cantor
  • “I Just Had Sex” by The Lonely Island ft. Akon
  • “Death of a Bachelor” by Panic! At The Disco
  • “Shinkou” by Jun Fukuyama (Grell’s character song from Black Butler)
  • “Warriors” by Imagine Dragons

*Bonus* Alexy:

  • “All About That Bass” by Meghan Trainor
  • “Taylor The Latte Boy” by Kristin Chenoweth
  • “50 Ways to Say Goodbye” by Train
  • “Stacy’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne
  • “My Humps” by The Black Eyed Peas

A/N: There you go! Some of them have the same artist as others, but just with different songs. I thought they would have the same music taste in some ways, so I just based each song off of the lyrics and general tone of the song I guess? I hope that’s not confusing and that you liked it!

Also, I’ll be posting a Kentin scenario later to celebrate his birthday today (!!!), so be on the look out for that :)

Request an edit, scenario, or headcanon!


it’s okay // listen here

whatever makes you happy. whatever you want. you’re so fucking special. i wish i was special. but I’m a creep, i’m a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don’t belong here.

Nothing Left To Say

Inspired from: Imagine the 11th Doctor finding your suicide note and him running to go find you. Only for him to realize he was too late. + Imagine the 11th Doctor saving you from Weeping Angels and him inviting you inside the TARDIS where he realizes he might love you + Imagine the 11th Doctor stopping you from killing yourself and he tells you he loves you. + Imagine Dragons – Nothing Left To Say

Characters: Reader, 11th Doctor, Ben [OFC (But not a important one)], Reader’s Mother

Reader Gender: Not specified

Pair: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2231 (With the song) And here I thought it was going to be too short.

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, a timey wimey story line, mention of self-harm, suicide, reader’s death, attempt to suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, might be triggering
(I know it looks bad but there’s a happy ending)

Notes: (Y/F/S//B): Your Favourite Singer/Band

Hope you like it.

| I can’t lose you. Because if I ever did I would’ve lost my best friend, my soulmate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.|

(_____’s POV) ||2013||

You slowly made your way home as you tugged your sleeves again, maybe 50th time that day.

            You thought seeing your friends would cheer you up. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Unlike you, they were happy. They had their own troubles, of course. But they weren’t depressed. Yes, being jealous of your friends’ lifes wasn’t good, not at all. But how couldn’t you be jealous?  They talked about how happy they were and you just sat there fake-smiling, trying to hide your freshly cutted wrists.

            To avoid rest of the world you take your phone and headphones.

“To lower your risk of hearing damage, do not listen at high volumes for long periods.”
So? Like I give a damn about it.

You sighed as song started. Absent-mindedly you tried to tug your sleeves even more. Like it was possible.

“Who knows how long
I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning, beckoning, beckoning”

Depressed thoughts, depressed music. Daily basis of a wild (Y/F/N).

After awhile someone called your name. You heard it even (Y/F/S//B) was making it impossible to hear. You took your headphones off as a strange man held your arm.
“_____, please don’t do it!” He looked at you with worry. His eyes were red and wet. He probably just stopped crying. You realized he was holding a paper.
“I’m sorry but… Who are you?” He stopped a moment for thinking as he dropped your arm.
“Oh… What time is it? As year?”
“2013. Look I don’t know you. How the hell do you know my name?” He started to walk backwards.
“I’m sorry. Right person, wrong time. I better go. See you later.” And he just run away. You thought he was drunk or mad. So you didn’t care what happened. Oh, if you knew who was that man with that silly bow-tie. If you knew…


(Doctor’s POV) ||Tomorrow (Yeah, tomorrow. It’s Doctor Who.)||

Who knows what’s right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on

“Come on! I need to stop her from doing it! Be the right time.”
When TARDIS landed I ran out. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. Then I realized.
Sad faces, crying, black clothes, graveyard.
I pushed everyone on his way to see whose grave was it. They whispered to each other, asking who was that man. I didn’t care about them. When I pushed the last person I saw the name that I hoped I wouldn’t see.


“First it was too early and now… too late. I’m too late.”
“Are you the Doctor?”
I turn to see who was talking. But I didn’t recognize who was she.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“No. But I heard about you.”
When I looked carefully I saw similar, not same but similar, eyes.
“Are you…”
“Her/His mom? Yes.”
I swallowed. “What happened?” Like I didn’t know.
She turned to her/his grave. “Suicide. She/He jumped from her/his apartment.”
“I’m so so sorry. Forgive me.” She turned to me again.
“Forgive? What for?”
“No-Nothing. Sorry for your lost.”

            I ran back to TARDIS. “No! She/He’s not gonna die! Time can be rewritten. What’s the point of being a Time Lord if you can’t save the woman/man you love.”


(_____’ POV) ||2014||

“_____! Can you bring more of these from basement?”
Basement? I call it dungeon. “Alright!” You slowly went down stairs. You opened the lights only to find out that they were flickering and not helping you.
“For fucks sake, Ben. Change these bulbs.” you murmured while taking your phone to use it as light. You walked as you remembered but something blocked your way.
“What a statue is doing here?”
You looked it carefully using your phone’s light.
“Well, aren’t you ugly.” Before you could understand someone pushed you and you fell on your butt. Hard. “What the hell are you doing mate?! Careful!” He turned around and smiled apologeticly.
“Sorry.” He helped you get up. “But I just saved your life.” You eyed him suspiciously. You didn’t knew him and he looked weird. For a moment you thought you met him before but couldn’t find when and where. What he meant by saving you seemed more interesting.
“From what? A statue?”
“Not just a statue.” You ignored him and walked to statue to see what had he done. You laughed when you realized only difference was a mirror in front of the statue.
“You saved me with a mirror. Wow. You are my hero.” He rolled his eyes and pulled your arm. “What are you doing?!” you shouted. He was taking you somewhere and you were scared. Who the hell was he? What was going to happen? You shouted Ben’s name. And of course he didn’t showed up. “Where the fuck is he when it’s needed?” you mumbled.
“Calm down. I’m not going to harm you but it’s annoying when you humans don’t believe me.” He let go of your arm when you two came in front of a blue box. You looked at it with shock.
“How the hell you found a police box? What is it doing here? Who are y– Did you just said you humans?!” You couldn’t believe you’ve not realized it the moment he said it. He just smiled and snapped his fingers. And box’s doors opened you gasped when you inside.
“I know.” he said with a grin and go inside. “Come on!”
You walked in with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. “It’s… It’s… God!.. What the fuck?! It’s…”
“Bigger on the inside.” he finished for you.
“H–How? It’s not possible. Am I high? No… Am I that high?”
“Alien tech. Well, Time Lord tech to be more spesific. And no, you’re not high… I guess.” Finally you looked at him. With a brighter light you could saw his face properly. And you realized he was looking good. Something must done about clothes anyway.
“Time Lord?”
“An alien race. Like me.” You raised your eyebrows.
“You’re an alien. Wow. O–Okay. What was that thing? That statue. Was it also an alien?”
“A Weeping Angel.”

Then he told you everything he knew about about them. And it was… facinating. They scared the crap out of you, yes, but it was impressing. Not the part where they send you back in time or worse where they killed you. But their speed and how successfully they hide was wonderful.

After he finished he go outside to make sure no one would touch the angel or remove the mirror. You didn’t know how but you simply didn’t care. You looked around, trying to memorize this beautiful machine. When you were thinking about going outside Doctor came in. That was what he called him. He didn’t told you exactly why.
“Done! No one will ever get harm by that angel. So…” He stopped in front of you. You waited him to go on.
“Would like to come with me? To travel.”
Your eyes widened. “What the f–” He hushed you with his hand.
“Do you really hear yourself or do all those swears come out bt themselfs?” You pushed his hand.
“Don’t do that and sorry. I can’t stop it sometimes.”
“Anyway, are you coming?” He smiled warmly, eyes filled with hope.
“I don’t understand…” Why would he want me?
“Understand what? I want you to travel with me. All time and space! Anywhere and anytime we like!” You smiled. For some reason he wanted you. And for some reason you trusted him. Also who could say ‘no’ for time and space travel.
“Anywhere and anytime? Or you sure you can handle it?” He grinned.
“Is that a yes?” You grinned too.



There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

It didn’t mean anything. This life. I wasn’t going to get any better. Not even Doctor could helped you. Not even the life you had with Doctor didn’t mean anything.

Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out

You had fallen for him hard after all that time. He was charming, funny, adorable, kind, heroic… He was the guy you always dreamed of. But he was The Doctor. An Time Lord. Oh, and the huge age gap.

You knew he loved you. But as a friend. It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t enough. A platonic love was the last thing you needed. It hurt you more than ever. Your depression became even worse. And you thought it was impossible

You knew what you should do. Finish it. End the pain. Go for the short cut.

I’ve come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on

You were at the roof of your apartment. You bit your bottom lip. Closed your eyes. You were ready to take the last step but you heard that voice. That sweet voice. Voice of the TARDIS. You heard the doors open. You heard Doctor running.
“Stop! _____, please! Don’t!” You looked over your shoulder and see the man you loved most. He was holding a paper. Your suicide note. His eyes were watery and red. He probably just stopped crying.
“Don’t come any closer, Doctor. Go away. I don’t want you to see this.” Tears started to fall down. You knew he wouldn’t go. But you also knew you would do it at the end. One way or another.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

            “You can’t do this, please. Please…” his voice turned into a whisper. You could still hear him though. He kept saying ‘please’ over and over again.
“Why not?” You swallowed. You didn’t like this. Making him cry. It was hurting you like you were in hell.
Soon you’ll be there.
“’Why not’? What?.. There’s a lot to see! You should go on!” he screamed.

I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
If you could only save me
I’m drowning in the waters of my soul

“You said, I mean in the note, you said ‘I think we’re here to suffer. At least that’s why I’m here.’ But there’s much more. I’ve showed you much more I want to show more. Please, let me. Let me show you there’s more than suffer.” This answer wasn’t enough. Everyone was saying this. A lot to see? Like what? Go on? For what? More than suffer? Like what?
“Yeah? Like what? Hope? There’s no hope. Not for me! Love? I haven’t seen it for a long time.”

“I can show you.” he said and you laughed bitterly.
“And how are you going to do that, Doc?” you shouted then took a deep breath. He paused for a second.
I knew it. There’s nothing he can say. I’m definitely doing it.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

Before you could even move he shouted back.
“I love you!” You froze. He just didn’t said that. He didn’t. He didn’t mean it. Not that way.
“I love you, (Y/F/N)! And I can’t live without you. You want a reason to not to this? Then I’m the reason. Because if you go, I’ll come with you. Do you want this?”

Hell no!

“D– Doctor…”
“Yes?” you could hear the hope in his voice.
“I think I need a little help to get down.” He quickly ran to your side, helped you get down. And pulled you for a tight hug.
“Don’t you ever do that again. I meant it when I said I can’t live without you. I can’t.” You smiled against his neck. You never thought this would happen. He pulled back and cupped your cheek and smiled. Then you realized.
“You’re that weird guy!”
“What?!” he asked with confussion.
“Before I met you, you came along and told me not to do it. I didn’t understand what it meant. Or I didn’t remember you when I met you. But I remember now!” He looked at you with a mock-hurt expression
“Weird guy? That’s how you remember me?” You rolled your eyes.
“That really bothers you?” you asked, eyebrows raised. He pretend to think for a moment.
“Not really.” Before you could respond he leaned in and crashed his lips on yours. Your breath hitched with shock but you responded quickly. When you realized you forgotten something you pulled back. He looked at you puzzled and a little hurt.
“I forgot to say something.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. You licked your lips then smiled. “I love you, too.” He grinned. You snapped your fingers and TARDIS’ doors opened. You grinned too. “Shall we?”


[Request: A tig and reader imagine based off of nothing left to lose by the pretty reckless]

You let out a loud sigh and let your head fall back and hit the wall behind you. You weren’t sure how your life had spiraled so out of control in the last few years, but here you were in all your chaotic glory. You took a long drag of the cigarette burning between the fingers of your right hand. You breathed in the smoke and let your mind wander. 

When you set out on your own at eighteen, you never thought this was how your life would turn out. But in the last few years, you had somehow found yourself in a whirlwind relationship with a man nearly twice your age. And now that that whirlwind had come to a screeching halt, you felt like you had lost everything.

How you had met Tig Trager was nothing short of fate, you were sure of it. You had always believed that everything happened for a reason, and your meeting Tig was no exception. You had just moved to Charming, and you didn’t know a soul. You happened to wander into the wrong place at the right time, where Tig and a few of the guys just so happened to be negotiating a deal for the club. You took one look into those icy blue eyes of his, and then it was history. Meeting Tig was exactly what you needed. He was charming, handsome, and just the right amount of crazy to keep you on your toes. He was everything your parents had told you to steer clear of, and he was everything you had ever wanted. 

But somewhere through all the late night sex and smoking cigarettes while sharing your deepest and darkest secrets, something had fallen apart. You and Tig had drifted at some point. You weren’t sure when. It blindsided you. Everything had been perfect, until one day it wasn’t. You had thought that you and Tig were supposed to be together, but you were starting to think that maybe you were never meant to be at all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

You sighed again and put out your cigarette. Now that you had lost Tig Trager, you had nothing left to lose. 


“Hey, baby,” Tig’s gravely voice cooed. He reached a hand towards you, those piercing blue eyes staring straight to your soul. “What are you doing here?” 

You let yourself fall into him. After fighting it with every fiber of your being all night, you couldn’t help yourself any longer. You had to see Tig, and it had to be tonight. 

“I needed to see you, Tiggy,” you slurred, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. 

You knew you shouldn’t have come. You knew that it was a bad idea. You and Tig had only been broken up a few weeks. The wounds were still fresh, and you were both still coping. But you couldn’t stay away. You needed answers. You needed to understand why what you and Tig had died. You needed to know. The fact that you had just showed up at Tig’s front door probably had something to do with the liquid courage coursing through your veins, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was Tig Trager and how much you needed him. You could feel it in your bones.

Tig looked at you with concerned eyes. He swallowed hard, sucked in a deep breath, and nodded his head. You needed him. You said it yourself. You needed him, and he was going to be there for you, even if it killed him inside.

Tig pushed his door open and looked down at this boots. “Come on in, doll.” 


Tig looked over at your sleeping form. He couldn’t remember where things had gone to shit. All he knew was that they had, and now you were back in his bed. Except this time you had spent the entire night drunk and crying. 

Tig kept trying to wrap his mind around the last year with you. Twelve months had seemed like forever with you, but in the best way. It was the wildest year of his life. And it was the best year of his life. He felt like he had known you forever. He felt like you were part of him. But now you weren’t, and Tig was struggling to let that go. He was trying to let you go, but he didn’t know how. He wasn’t really sure he ever would. The last few weeks had been hell for him. He was trying to stay away from you, to give you space. He had almost convinced himself that you were never meant to be in the first place. But he still longed for you. He needed you in the worst way, and when you showed up at his door last night, he couldn’t say no. You said you needed him, and that was all it took. Now he was questioning why he had ever let you go.

Tig stood from his seat on the edge of the bed and paced the room. How was this happening again? How were you back in his life again? You were bad for each other. He knew that. You did too. The year you spent together had been amazing, but it had also been hard. With chaos comes destruction. And what Tig and you shared had nearly destroyed the both of you. It was like adding gasoline to an already raging fire. Before long, you had both become engulfed in the flames. Going your own separate ways was the only choice you had if you wanted to make it out in one piece.

He glanced back over at you. Despite everything he knew, everything that told him you were a bad idea, he couldn’t help remember everything good about you. You were the first person who had ever truly accepted Tig for who he was, flaws and all. You had taught him how to love another person, and most importantly, you had taught him how to love himself. He knew he would never find anyone else like you. You were everything he had ever dreamed of, and he didn’t want to lose that. Even if it killed him.

But he also didn’t want to destroy you. Tig had watched how you had changed over the course of your year with him. You had adjusted well to the life. At first, Tig loved that about you. But then the guilt started to weigh on him. He couldn’t give you everything you deserved. He could never be the kind of man you needed. He was destroying your life, day by day. Tig knew that you deserved so much more than he could ever give you. So he had to let you go.

You took in a deep breath and stretched, snapping Tig out of his thoughts completely. 

“Morning,” you mumbled, your voice sleepy and relaxed. Tig melted. It had been so long since he had woken up to your voice. His heart ached at the sound.

“Mornin’, baby.” He crossed the room and sat down beside you. 

You reached a hand up, letting your fingers rake gently through his messy curls. “I’ve missed you, Tig,” you told him, smiling lightly at the man seated beside you. “I love you.” 

Tig closed his eyes for a moment. He had a choice. He could fall back into the same old routine, the one that had nearly cost both of you everything. Or he could make a change. You moved your hand to his cheek. The touch of your skin on his made Tig’s entire body trembled. 

Tig sighed loudly and let his head rest against your hand. He already knew what he should do. He knew the right choice to make. But what good was choosing the right thing if nobody won in the end? You were both miserable without each other. That much was obvious. So what if being together destroyed both of you? You didn’t have anything without each other anyway.

“I missed you too, baby,” Tig replied. He lifted his head and looked into your eyes for a few moments. Then he took your face in his hands and he pressed his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You felt your entire face grow hot, and your body tingled with pleasure. Tig pulled back and flashed you a smile. It had been weeks since he had felt the touch of your lips, and he couldn’t wait to feel it again. “I love you.” 

You knew that what you had with Tig had the potential to destroy both of you. It could leave you with nothing. It could wreck you. But you were both willing to take that chance. You were willing to risk it all just to be together. Because without Tig Trager, you had nothing left to lose.