poor tiggy

Request:“Don’t Say You Love Me”, by Gabrielle Aplin - Tig imagine

Request: Song imagine based on the song please don’t say you love me for Tig? 

Poor Tiggy… You can hear the song HERE

Originally posted by samcroimagine

You opened your eyes and noticed the room where you were. It was not yours, but it was familiar. You had crashed in Tig’s bedroom, you were at the clubhouse. Gradually, you reminded the night before. It had been a great party and you had enjoyed more than the usual, since you had a day off from work. The other side of the bed was empty but there was a note on the nightstand.

I had to work. You look gorgeous sleeping. Join me at the garage when you wake up.

Love you,


You smiled and stretched, thinking about Tig. A year had passed and nothing had changed. You were still in love, dating, living in separate houses and that worked pretty well for you two. You only wanted him, but you didn’t want to rush things, not yet.

Your friends didn’t quite understand, since you two had such a great relationship. It would be natural for them if you had got his crow, even though you weren’t together for a long time.

          Summer comes, winter fades

          Here we are just the same

          Don’t need pressure

          Don’t need change

          Let’s not give the game away

He was broken when you met him and soon you learnt that was not a thing of the moment. Tig had his soul and heart broken many and many times in his life. You had been lonely too, broken, but not in such a deep way as he was.

He was intense, funny, romantic in his own way and filled every empty space in your life, making you feel loved. You never had that and it was a thing you always had dreamed about. Your previous relationships had been just heartbreaks and deceptions and you finally had found the place where you belong, Tig’s arms.

          There used to be an empty space

          A photograph without a face

          But with your presence and your grace

          Everything falls into place

You were still thinking about him when you left the bathroom, after a relaxing warm shower. You grabbed your clothes from the floor and decided that your shirt smelled awful. Tig would probably want to have breakfast together, so you had to look decent and, for now, one of his shirts would do.

His drawers were always organized, as strange as it might look and you opened the first one. You chose a blue shirt and was about to close the drawer when something caught your attention.

It was a small box, covered in black velvet. Holding your breath, you held it in your hands. It was obvious what was inside, but you had to look. Biting your lip hard enough to hurt, you opened it.

It was shining, delicate, feminine, but with a different design that showed personality. It also perfectly fit in your finger.

“Jesus”, you whispered and put the ring back on its box, hiding it the best you could inside the drawer again. You mind was rushing to many different places, making you confused.

You wanted him, but it was too soon. You weren’t his official old lady yet. It was a big step to be taken like this.

It was getting hard to breathe. You gathered your things and left his room. Luckily, you didn’t meet anyone in your way out, but, of course, your escapade wouldn’t be perfect. You bumped into Tig, from all people, outside the clubhouse.

“Morning gorgeous”, he smirked, “Don’t need to run, I’m here”

“I have to go”, you said, not looking at him. You knew your behavior would trigger all the red alerts inside his head, so you ran to your car.

“Doll?”, obviously, he was following you, Tig wouldn’t let you go that easily and his voice showed his worry.

“I need to do something, I’ll call you baby”, you yelled, closing the car’s door. You saw him frowning through the mirror, but you left the TM anyway, that pressure still over your chest.

          Heavy words are hard to take

          Under pressure precious things can break

          And how we feel is hard to fake

          So let’s not give the game away

You spent the rest of the day in your house, walking around, trying to keep your mind busy by cleaning the kitchen and then your closet. You knew he would go to your house at some point and you were still lost among clothes when Tig opened the front door. He didn’t called, he heard the song playing and followed the sound until your bedroom.

Tig leaned against the doorstep and looked at you, hands in his pockets as he waited. You glanced at him and tried to keep doing your task, but you could feel his piercing eyes over you.

“I found the ring”, you blurted. His mouth opened and he stood straight, his blue eyes shining to you.

“It was supposed to be a surprise”, his voice was low and full with emotion.

“Tig…”, you started. He groaned and threw himself on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“Shit! Here it comes…”, he said, “I knew something was wrong this morning and your “I found the ring” says it all”

Tig made a perfect imitation of you and it truly sounded not good at all, but it was not like that. You got up and sat in the bed, one leg under your body as you looked at him.

“I love you Tig”, he turned his face to look at you, “But I don’t wanna rush the things between us. We are doing great and it has been wonderful. I don’t wanna ruin things like I did in the past, I wanna take it slow”

“So…”, he got up, “You are saying you don’t wanna marry me”

        And fools rush in

        And I’ve been a fool before

        This time I’m gonna slow it down

        ‘Cause I think this could be more

        The thing I’m looking for

“No”, you said, seeing the hope in his eyes, “But it’s not a decision you can make in the blink of an eye, Tig”

“But I love you”, he took your hands in his, kissing the knuckles, “And you just said you love me”

“I do love you”, you smiled, “The fact that I don’t wanna marry doesn’t change that. I still love you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me, Tiggy. We know what we feel about each other, there is no need to rush”

“I got it baby, but that doesn’t mean I like this”, he held your chin, being serious.

“I know”, you nodded and leaned to peck his lips.

“I’m gonna keep that ring and I’ll propose one of these days”, he held your neck, not letting you pull back.

“I know”, you whispered.

“And you WILL marry me”, he groaned, pulling you to a kiss.

“I know”, you smiled against his lips.

        Just please don’t say you love me

        'Cause I might not say it back

         Doesn’t mean my heart stopped skipping

         When you looked at me like that

        There’s no need to worry

        When you see just where we’re at