Tristan Evans imagines

He dresses you

"Thanks for coming, baby." Tristan whispered on your ear while kissing your cheek after. "This thing better be good, Tris. I ditched my cousins' birthday party." You chuckled while fixing your hair up in a bun, getting ready to put on your makeup. "Whatever, I think she doesn't like you anyway." "Well...true." You agreed.

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"Tris, can you please get me my clothes from downstairs? I think I left it laying on the couch or something." You asked while finishing up your makeup. He stood up from the bed behind you and walking to exit the door, "Thanks babe." A minute later he comes up back to the room, holding up the clothes you picked, laying on his hand while a sort of, confused face plastered on him. "What?" "Are you seriously wearing a red dress and four and a half inched heels on a The Vamps rehearsal?" he asked, letting me see the clothes I have chosen for myself. You were offended at first, but also slapping yourself mentally for actually picking those clothes out. Of course you don't wear a freaking thigh high dress and high heels to a concert, what the fuck. He puts the clothes back on the closet and walks over to you, putting the both of his hands in front of you, on the table, while towering his figure over you. "I'll choose." "What?! My clothes? -chuckles- No way, Evans." You snapped, standing up and opening the closet again. But he was fast enough to block you so his back was covering the clothes to choose from. "C'mon, just this time. Please? Trust me." He begged. "You're just gonna play games about it again." You sassed, crossing your arms. "Noooo! I won't! I promise, I promise." He pleaded once again, pressing his hands together. You gave in, "Fine. Go ahead." He let out a soft "Yaay!" while turning around and started to rummage inside your closet. You sighed and made yourself company and putting all of your makeup back in the bag and fixing your hair. Minutes go by and he already handed me two items of clothing; black skinny jeans and an off the shoulder white top. "Ooooh!" You grabbed the outfit from his hands and looked at him in amusement. "See, I told you." He said almost proudly. You laughed softly and thanked him. "And oh—" he pointed to your black ankle boots, "Wear those too." Was the last thing he said then walked out of the room so you can change. You smirked and shook your head to yourself, "I love how he acts like some kind of professional or something." You laughed.

•"It's one of those days again, Tris!" you shouted loudly enough so Tristan can hear you from the living room. You immediately heard his footsteps getting closer to your shared bedroom and entering with a slightly confused face. "You have your, um, monthly p—"
"No! It's not that!" You immediately cut him off before he could continue his sentence. "I don't know what to wear...and that really leads to you picking out clothes for me, right?" You reminded him. This, situation, started when the both of you were going to his parents' house for dinner and you didn't know what to wear. You were stuck between keeping it casual but a bit classy and just classy. So he helped you eventually, and that became a thing. Its really been a long time since you've let him chose your clothes to wear, but today the both of you are going to Millie's graduation (a/n let's pretend guys cmon) and are going to have a little party after, and you need clothes to wear, obviously, so why not let him give you a hand "I'm in that situation again, babe. Should I wear jeans or not?" "Nah, I think you should wear a dress of some sort or something..." he slowly says while opening your closet. You see, most boys would be annoyed if their girlfriends ask the question of, "What should I wear?!" while already whining, but thanks to baby Jesus, Tristan does not. He even helps you to pick out an outfit; what a good boyfriend he is, isn't he? "Well, I've got these pair of shoes, and I really like to wear them today. D'you that can help?" I say while holding up a white strappy-heeled sandals for him to see. He looked at it and back at me and smiled. "You really make my job much easier, Y/N." You squealed and went up to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much baby. You're the best." You mumbled against his skin with a smile. He replied with nothing but a kiss on the corner of your lips. He continued to scramble through your closet, having second thoughts about dresses he lifts up then putting it back on the rack. A few minutes later he comes up to you while closing the closet with his feet, a dress having in hand. "Here—I think this goes well with that...I think." He hands you this maroon, one-fourth-sleeved dress that ends right above on your knees with a zipper on the back. "Wow, I haven't worn that in a while.." you whispered as you un-zipped the dress. "I know. I've been seeing that just hanging in there without you touching it while your choosing your clothes and just ignoring it." He shrugs. You laugh while thanking him once again while undressing to your bra and undies, hiding from him but he wasn't approving so you just basically stripped in front of him. You slipped your dress on with the help of him zipping up the back. "I think it's my turn to pick out your clothes, huh?" You asked jokingly. "Now's not the time, babe." He said, but he clearly wanting to say, never.
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