Imagines

Tyler Posey

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Tyler Posey
"Mmmm...." I giggle as Tyler rolls into me and sniffs my head. "You smell like bacon." He sighs.
"Bacon?" I laugh and squirm away. He doesn't let me get far before drawing me back to him so that he can nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck.
"Yes, bacon. And eggs. And pancakes. And warm maple syrup." I roll my eyes. He has a bottomless pit for a stomach. On our last game night, he ate a whole pizza by himself and half of my breadsticks.
"So I smell like breakfast?" I take a whiff of my- well Tyler's- shirt; I was only wearing it because I hadn't brought any night clothes and I didn't want to sleep in Jeans. I usually wear his clothes, anyway, so he doesn't mind. I love stealing his jackets, especially the navy blue hoodie he wears all the time. It is fuzzy on the inside and smells magnificent. When he's away filming episodes for Teen Wolf or on business, he'll deliver it to me and hide some little goodie in the pocket.
I didn't smell like anything besides sex and maybe there was a faint hint of popcorn from last night, but definitely not a breakfasty scent. "I don't smell anything. I don't smell breakfast." I pull a lock of my hair to my face to smell it. It smells the same as always.
"Well, maybe you should be smelling breakfast." He loosens his grip on me and I turn to face him. His eyes are a deep shade of mahogany that I'll never get tired of. They may look plain because of their dark hue, but the memories those eyes have witnessed- the laughs, the kisses, the starry nights above a lush field at a music festival where we danced our hearts out, so carelessly, like little kids at a playground on the first day of the summer- those eyes were the boldest thing in the galaxy. I pushed my fingers through his hair. I loved looking at him in the morning before he combed his hair or got dressed. He looked so inhumanly flawless, like a statue you'd see at a museum of fine arts. His hair hadn't been tampered with by the gel he used to quiff it, so it still held his natural waves.
The sun had just come up a few hours ago and was now stretching into its peak. The light shined through the spaces between the blinds and lit up our little cot on the floor of his living room. Shades of orange and pale reds illuminated our bodies as we lay there, lovingly staring at eachother. It was so bright that I could see the miniscule particles of dust in the light's path. Tyler's hand rubbed up and down the small of my back in soothing strokes. My eyes traveled over him, before finding their way back at his. He smiled and kissed my forehead. "How about we go out to eat for a change? We're always home." My heart nearly collapses when he refers to his apartment as a home for the two of us. It made sense because I was barely at my own apartment, which was only a floor down from his, but it seemed so much farther now that I have a space in the bathroom's medicine cabinet and half of his closet, not to mention, we take turns grocery shopping. Even with all of this, I've never thought of this as our home. "We can go wherever you want, as long as there's pancakes!"
I laugh and contemplate the long drive to get breakfast if we decided on pancakes. "The only pancake place for miles is IHop." I sit up and push my hair back. I really need a haircut.... I usually keep my hair at my shoulders in length, but it's grown out almost twice that in the past months. The thick, crimson colored hair didn't hesitate to fall from its position on top of my head and back into my face as I released it. I grunted and pushed it back again, this time, behind my ear. I played with the one bleached lock of hair I had and imagined my stack of pancakes. Steamy flapjacks with warm maple syrup or fluffy whipped cream and fresh berries...."It doesn't sound too bad..." I sang.
Tyler's smile expanded nine sizes and he pulled me ontop of him, so that my chest was to his and my legs were on either side. The thin fabric of the tshirt did not keep me from feeling the warmth of his skin and I couldn't help but to reminisce on last night when being this close led to him effortlessly pulling my shirt over my head, single handedly, before gently kissing down my neck to my breast.
His hands slide down my back, under the hem of the shirt, to my butt, and rests there. I ache for him, but try to focus on the conversation, instead of letting it get carried away. "Stop." I say, sitting up on him. He grabs my hands and intertwine our fingers.
"Stop what?" He asks as he pulls my hand to his lips for a kiss. I look away and smile. Tyler lets go of my hands and places his on my hips. The shirt's fabric at least covers that much of my body.... I wished it stretched and made itself into pants, so that I could focus.... He rubbed little circles on my hips with his thumb as I talked.
"Stop..." I said again. He gave me an innocent look, as if he was unaware of his hands sliding back to my butt and steadily creeping the tshirt up to expose my bottom. When his hands found themselves sliding past the waistband of my mint colored underwear, all thoughts of breakfast disappeared. "Stop, Tyler..." I said again, in a faint, dainty voice. His eyes did not leave mine as he cupped my bare bottom with his large hands. I was insecure about having wide hips and a larger butt earlier in the relationship, so I would never let Tyler see me naked, much less touch me, but when he does this.... I feel ridiculous for ever denying myself of this type of pleasure and burning desire for him to do all of the exact things that had scared me into sweatpants and diet plans.
I raised my hips a bit to allow his hands full access to my body. I felt his fingers brush against my heat before pausing
, asking for permission to continue. I leaned forward, supporting my weight with my arms, which were on either side of him, and planted a soft kiss on his lips in the same way I imagined Prince Charming had kissed Sleeping Beauty to awake her from her slumber. Before I could pull away, his fingers massaged my womanhood in short, rhythmic strokes, circling around the clit. I moaned into his lips as I rocked my hips against his fingers. His tongue grazed my lower lip and quickly entered my mouth, decorating every space with it's wild motions. His eagerness made my chest lighter and suddenly we were eighteen again, in the back of his rusted pick-up with the cosmos as our blanket, covering our intertwined bodies, and James Vincent McMorrow softly serenading us on the radio.
"You're beautiful," Tyler whispers. "Imperfections are perfection." His lips plant a hot trail of kisses down my body, stopping to suckle my breast. His arms supported him on either side of me, allowing him to hover over me, like a God gazing at his creation. He looked at me with passion and amazement clouding his eyes, yet his movements were so precise, so clear of their intension as they brought each of us closer and closer in body and mind to euphoria.
I moan and my back arches. Tyler finishes soon after. He reaches for the towel that is on the floor beside us and hands it to me. I wipe myself off and take it to the laundry room in the back. I don't feel like starting a load, so I toss it on the floor. "I'M IN THE SHOWER!" Tyler hollers from the bathroom. The shower runs shortly after.
I contemplate joining him as I walk back into the living room, but decide against it when a sore kind of ache runs over me. Instead, I decided to wait on the patio for him to be done. I grab my phone and take a seat on the bamboo chair in the sunlight. From up here, I could see Mr. Guatanez, the man from Apartment 4A, walking his dog with his wife. The elderly man walked beside her, nearest the street, and held conversations with his wife. The woman smiled and threw her head back in laughter as he whispered something in her ear. He stood back from her and smiled. I tried imagining the two years before they moved here, without the wrinkles and dentures, so that I could guess at how their love has evolved, but when he leans in and kisses her cheek, I stop. They look as in love now as they must've been twenty, fifty, sixty years ago! I watch the couple walk around the complex for awhile, before they disappear around a corner. "That was nice, huh?" I hear Tyler say. I turn to see him leaning on the threshold, arms folded, smirking.
"Yeah, those two may wear Depends, but they are still young lovers." I give him a small smile and turn back around. My mind wanders to our future. Will we ever have that? Tyler takes the seat beside me and holds my hand. I pray he doesn't guess at my dreary thoughts. It's been a good day so far and I don't want to ruin it by bringing up old issues.
We've already had the 'long distance relationship' talk and the 'where is this going?' talk, and it nearly led to our separation, but it was necessary. How can you date MTV's heart throb or any celebrity at all and not feel insecure in the relationship? There's constant space between you and them.... And you can't help, but feel like that space is the barrier that defines your relationship and its future.
"Rebecca?" Tyler waves his hand in front of my face. I jump.
"Yeah?" My heart pounds a bit too loud and I hope he can't see it. I want today to be stress free for him.... I smile and run my hand through my hair, casually.
He investigates me, but settles for my facade. "Did you hear me?" I bite my lip, blushing, before shaking my head. He laughs.
"I'm sorry!" I laugh and grab his hands. They're twice the size of mine. "I was not tuning you out, I swear!!!" He pulls me over the small table between us and I sit on his lap. "I swear on it!!!" I put my hand over my heart and solemnly swear. He disregards my promise and nuzzles his face into my neck, delivering wild, pecks to the skin. "Tyler!!!" I squeal, wiggling on his lap like a little girl. "Tyler!!" I try to squirm out of his reach, but he holds me still by my wrists. "Pancakes! Let's get pancakes!" He freezes. "That's right.... Let me go so we can get pancakes...". he releases his grip on me and I slowly slide off of him. I make sure to pull the t-shirt down to avoid any funny business before walking to the patio door.
"AHHHH!!!" Tyler growls behind me. I scream and run from the crazy, handsome man behind me with outstretched arms. I make him chase me around the cot where we were this morning and out the front door. I focus on not tripping as I sprint down the stairs to my floor. When I'm safely on the concrete, I look over my shoulder. Tyler is just a few steps above me. I stick my tongue out at him. "Come on, Wolf Boy! You've gotta do better than that!" He jumps the last four steps and lands in a crouched position like his character does oh so often in the show. "Show-off..." I scoff. He looks up at me and grins. For a second, I forget that he was chasing me. He raises his eyebrow at me and I take off, nearly knocking down Mr. & Mrs. Guatanez. "Sorry!!!" I call over my shoulder. Three seconds later Tyler does the same. Their little, white puffball dog barks after us.
"You kids have fun!!" I hear Mrs. Guatanez coo. I laugh and push my front door open, hauling ass to the bathroom.
"Rebeccaaaa!!" Tyler calls a second too late. I've already got the bathroom door locked. "Rebecca, open the door!" he jiggles the lock and I laugh.
"I've got to take a shower, so that we can get breakfast. I can't talk right now! Sorry!" I sigh, smiling to myself. I imagine him on the other side of the door with his lungs burning from the chase and a smirk on his face. I thought he'd have a quirky remark to make or something, but he remained silent. I pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, before starting the water. The water takes a minute or so to get warm, so I sit on the tub's edge and count the tiles on the floor.
"Ty!!"
"Yeah?" He yells. It sounds like he's in the kitchen... Greedy...
"Did you ever hear back from your mom about Sunday?" I unlock the door and step into the shower. Tyler opens the bathroom door soon after me.
"Sunday? What's going on Sun-" he pauses. I stick my head out of the shower and gawk at him.
"Seriously?? We have to call her and tell her we'll be there for Christmas, so that she can set the cabin reservations! Today is the last day!"
"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Okay! Just-uh-hold on!!" He struggles to hold the bag of chips and search through his pockets for his cellphone. "I know I have it somewhere...."
"It's fine. We can call her at breakfast." The sweet smell of strawberries fills the bathroom as I lather my hair.
"Sorry...." he mumbles. "I was busy and forgot....". I swear he can act like such a kid sometimes. If I wanted to be around an irresponsible kindergardener, I'd date my students. He's always forgetting the simplest of requests and it gets old really quickly. I wrap myself in the towel and shove away the negativity. "It was an honest mistake... We will just have to call her later." I pat his chest and walk to the bedroom.
After blow drying my hair and throwing it into a bun, I toss on my fuzzy, cropped sweater and loose jeans. Tyler sat on the bed, tossing a ball of socks in the air, playing catch with himself, as he waited for me to finish getting dressed. I was still a little upset with him for not calling his mother about the holidays.... It's bad enough she doesn't see him now, because of the job and all, but to force her to spend Christmas alone is just .....
"I'm ready." I murmur and make my way to the front door. I hear him mutter a low 'okay' before he stands to follow.
The apartment was barren. I never really noticed until now, but there was a certain lack of homeliness that bothered me.... When was the last time I saw my parents?
I reached for the keys. "Oh, I'll drive." Tyler says as he puts his hand over mine. I feel him tug the keys from my grasp and do not object.
I don't really feel like talking to him and it's not so much for the fact that I am upset, I just don't want to speak... When I was younger, and I was upset, my parents would give me french fries to cheer me up.... I was a very fat kid.
"What are you over there giggling about?" Tyler takes the wheel in his left hand and places his right on my knee. His thumb rubs small circles on the space. The soothing feeling relieves some of the anger towards him.
"Nothing really...." I chime. "Just about my childhood....". We drive past an area of open land and another memory of my parents come to mind. The irritation flares again and I throw Tyler's hand away. "You should really treat your mother better! You never see her as it is and when she asks to see you, as no mother should ever have to, you blow her off! I'd kill to be with my parents for Christmas! You get the chance and dust it under the rug! Take some initiative!" I scoff and flick him in the nose. It takes him by surprise and he laughs, much to my annoyance.
"Babe," he sighs and takes my hands in his. "I'm sorry I forgot about my mother and the trip. I know I don't treat her as well as I should and it needs to change. I'll call her tonight. I promise." He pulls my hand towards my lips but I jerk back.
"For more than ten minutes?" He drops his head, but his smile never falters. I've caught him. "Promise me...." I plea.
"Okay....Okay. I promise!" I allow him to pick my hand up again for another chance at a kiss. "Nine minutes." he whispers into my hand.
"TYLER!!!" I laugh and pull away. My hair quakes a bit in the bun and a bit of my bangs fall from the top. I ignore it.
The remainder of the ride is spent jokingly negotiating with one another how long he should speak to his mom. Although we kept a light heart, I couldn't help but to feel a bit uneasy with the situation.
"Ooooo!! I see it! I see it!" Tyler cuts off the radio and slams his hand down on the wheel in excitement, like a nerd at Comic Con. He's so dweeby.
"And there's barely anyone here! Thank God!!" Last time we ate out, there was like thirty people at the restaurant and not one could hold a decent conversation, obviously, because they were all in ours! Just ogling at us as if they've never seen people before! It was rude.
"I hope Bessie is there!" Tyler shouts as he hops out the car and runs inside, leaving me behind. I don't mind at all. I admire his charisma. I laugh.
Bessie is Tyler's favorite waitress. She is a little, old woman, who walks as slow as Sunday drivers, yet manages to keep her job because of her sweet nature. She always reminded the chef to give Tyler extra syrup packets in his to-go bag because he buttered her up. He'd tell her all kinds of crazy stories about Beyonce and Shaq and Dylan going to wherever to do some type of stupendous act. The poor old woman believes every word of it! She clings to every word of Tyler's stories and I just sit and giggle in the booth seat across from him, watching and eating my pancakes.
"I've got a good one for her today!" Tyler whispers as we slide into our booth.
"What is it today? Lindsay Lohan marrys Alvin and the Chipmunks?" I tease and glance over the menu. I always order the same thing.
"What? No.... That's dumb. I already told her Lindsay Lohan moved to Dimsdale to live with her lover, Doug Dimmadome, owner of the deed to the city. When would she have time for Alvin? Let alone Simon or Theodore..." He shook his head as if I was the ridiculous one.
Moments later Bess is at our table, taking our orders and completing our routine by entertaining Tyler and his stories.
"Then Decaprio and Dylan were all 'Ahhhhhh!!' because the rope nearly snapped and Miley had taken the last one! They nearly died!!" He exclaims, pretending to be amazed.
"Oh dear!" The little woman faintly places her hand over her heart. "I hope those boys are okay!"
"Yeah... They're fine. A chopper came to the rescue. Everyone is okay." he shrugged his shoulders and looked away. Bessie pursed her lips. She looked at him like a cheerful grandmother who caught her young grandson playing in flour.
"That's wonderful.... I'll be back shortly." She tucked the menus under her arm and prepared to go to the kitchen. Her feet moved like a fatigued sloth. Tyler and I burst out laughing as soon as she was out of earshot at how adorable she is.