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23; Tristan Rubiano-part 1

guys i HAD to write a tristan imagine okay im in love with him
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     Wolfpack rehearsal was always fun to attend. Although the boys screwed around too much, especially Tristan and Julian. But they were best friends, what would you expect?
     You sat near the mirror, admiring Tristan come up with choreography. You two have been together for almost as long as Nick and Elyssa have. The tall boy would laugh every 10 seconds, which you loved. He had the funniest laugh.
     "Guys, we really need to work. We have a performance soon, idiots," Nick spoke up. He was probably the most mature out of the boys, and the most independent. But you loved Nick, he was practically your older brother.
     With one last giggle from each of them, they got to work. Soon they had a full routine. Tomorrow they would clean and work on formations.
     "Alright, I gotta get home guys," Thomas sighed. He looks over at Tristan, who was whispering to Julian. For some reason he looked as if he knew exactly what they were talking about, so he looked over at you smirked, then winked.
     "What?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
     "Nothing! Nothing," Thomas smirked again as he looked back over to the boys, who were now staring at you.
     "You guys are weird," you chuckle. But even after Thomas and Julian start to say their goodbyes to each other and Nick, Tristan keeps staring at you. The look in his eyes was a mix between lust and love. It made you more than nervous.
     He notices you fiddling with your fingers and he smirks, slowly walking over to you. Julian and Thomas have left. Nick was in the living room. It was just you and Tristan now.
     "Why do you look nervous, babe?" The devious smirk on his face hadn't left, he knew exactly why you were nervous.
     At only 4'10", Tristan towered over you. His height only added on to his sexiness. You couldn't help but shiver as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you dangerously close.
     "Do you enjoy doing this to me?" You groan, wrapping your own arms around his torso and resting your head on his chest. You notice how fast his heart is beating, but decide against saying anything.
     "I think it's funny when you're nervous. Funny and adorable," he laughs. It makes his chest vibrate, which makes you grin and squeeze him even tighter.
     "Hey losers, I'm going to the store," Nick barges into the kitchen, forcing Tristan to pull away from you. You roll your eyes, which doesn't go unseen by your dork of a boyfriend. He smirks.
     "Buy me some chocolate?" You ask, pointing your fingers at him as you raise your eyebrows and smile. Nick rolls his eyes, but grins.
     "Sure thing. You and Tristan better not do anything while I'm gone because mom and dad will kill me."
     This makes Tristan face palm and you grow increasingly red. All Nick does is laugh, and he grabs his keys off the kitchen island and walks out the door.
"He's an idiot," Tristan groans. "We are home alone though," he smiles at you lovingly, making your legs nearly turn into jelly.
"What are you implying, Rubiano?" You can't help but smile back, looking down at the ground in hopes of him not noticing how hard you were blushing.
He ignores your question, grinning again as his fingers stroke your cheeks softly.
"Have I ever told you how adorable you look while nervous?" You raise an eyebrow, but nod softly.
"So why do you think I'm always teasing you? We've been together for almost 2 years and you still blush whenever I flirt with you. I think it's the cutest thing in the world."
"I love you, dork."
"I love you more, loser. Let's go cuddle because I'm tired of standing in this stupid kitchen." He laughs, making you laugh as well.
His big hands take your small ones as he drags you into the living room, plopping down onto the couch as he pats his lap. You smile nervously. Tristan knows exactly how to make you even more timid than you already are.
Crawling into his lap, you take in his scent. He smells wonderful. You decide against straddling him seeing as that would most likely lead into a make out session, and Nick was sure to come home at the wrong time.
Tristan starts to rub your thigh and back simultaneously, nearly putting you to sleep. Your face was buried in his neck. With both the tv on and Tristan's hands on you, you soon dozed off.
"I love you, my girl."
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I LOVE TRISTAN SO MUCH OH MY GOD HE'S SO ADORABLE I CANNOT!!! Anyways I hope you liked this hahaha
(Should I start writing imagines about ALL of the Wolfpack boys as well?)
Love always,
Jalynn.