posey's birthday

This man right here turns 30 today. This same man has helped me and so many others become better versions of themselves. Telling us not to hide our talents and gifts but to embrace them instead. He has had such a massive impact in so many people’s lives and especially in mine. He’s got me through dark times and made me smile more than anyone else. Not only does he make me smile but he makes me so proud because of how far he’s come. From being this adorable, little kid to now, being this amazing, talented and gorgeous man. His perseverance and strength inspires everyone around him and his perfect smile has this way of making the world a bit better. I will always look up to him and I will always remember the massive parts he’s played in making me happier than ever. I hope he has the happiest birthday because by god does he deserve it. You will always have a massive place in my heart as Derek, dells, Michael Sullivan Jr, Marty, superman, Martin brewer, kaleb, McReynolds, Gerry and of course as my favourite; Tyler hoechlin ❤

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Originally posted by la-vida-con-rock-lml

It Was Perfect. (Scott McCall Imagine)

Request: it’s my birthday today, so i was wondering if could i get a tyler posey or scott mccall birthday imagine? from @rusticbellamy

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE. MAY THIS BE AN AMAZING YEAR FOR YOU.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (Just bear with me.)

I hope you enjoy!

You weren’t a big fan of parties. Especially ones where the whole school gathered and practically made a rave. But with Lydia Martin as one of your best friends, you were forced to endure your birthday party that turned into a riot of high school students. 

People, whom you’ve never seen before in your whole life, came up to you and hugged you tightly as if you’ve known one another for a long time just to tell you happy birthday. Some guy even got your name wrong but proceeded to wish you a happy birthday. 

You didn’t want to sound ungrateful. Lydia said she had to do a lot of convincing and amusing for Peter and Derek to get permission to use the loft for the venue. But you truly didn’t enjoy this party and not to mention, your long time crush, Scott McCall is off dancing with some other girl that swooped him towards the dance floor. 

You watched intently as you saw her put her hands all over him and you were sure that if you were a werewolf, you would growling right now. 

But as you began to dwell on the fact that today was probably one of those terrible days, you didn’t see that Stiles had pushed away the girl and pulled Scott aside.

“Nice going, idiot!” Stiles yelled over the music blaring. Scott tilted his head to the side. “I thought you were going to tell (Y/N)!” 

“I was but it’s her birthday.” Scott responded. “She was hugging some guy earlier. I don’t want to ruin her birthday by telling her I love her!” 

“I don’t even have werewolf senses but I know that she’s not enjoying herself right now!” Stiles yelled but Scott motioned for him to shush. 

“What do you mean?” He inquired. 

“Look for yourself dumbass!” Stiles yelled, turning his best friend to look at you, sitting down all by yourself with your attention set outside the window. “Go talk to her, wolfie!” And with that Stiles pushed his best friend into your direction. 

Your attention snapped to Scott as he abruptly landed nearly onto the table. You raised an eyebrow at him, questioningly, but he just gave an award winning smile, making your heart pound. You saw his mouth move but you could’t process his words. “What?” You shouted over the music, knowing he’ll be able to hear you. He pointed towards the balcony and raised his eyebrows. You just nodded, hoping he asked you to go outside with him.

“It’s loud in there.” Scott commented as the two of you exited. You nodded in agreement. “You okay? You seem down. And I’m not even smelling your chemosignals.”

You gave him a sad smile. “I don’t like parties.” 

“I’m sorry your eighteenth birthday isn’t any fun for you. Is there anything I can do?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “Lydia will be enraged if you stop her party.” The two of you chuckled. 

You both kept your eye contact and you could just get lost in his warm, brown eyes. They were so entrancing and it hurt you knowing that someone as perfect as Scott wouldn’t want someone like you.

“They don’t play slow songs.” Scott randomly said, slicing through the silence. You looked away from his eyes before nodding. “It’s annoying. Sometimes a guy just wants to ask a pretty girl to dance to a slow song, ya know?”

“You seemed to be getting into the upbeat songs, though.” You bantered. 

Scott rubbed the back of his neck before responding, “she wasn’t the girl I was referring to.” And with your silence he took his chance, “I wish I was dancing with you. And I mean not like in that way… well in that way too, I suppose… but like in slow songs too. (Y/N), I sometimes have these urges, not like puberty urges, to like pick you up and kiss you. And I don’t know what-” His babbling was silenced when you balanced yourself on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his. 

“I love you.” Scott mumbled into the kiss. 

“Likewise, Scott.” You said, pulling away. 

Scott then pulled out his phone and a slow, love song started to play. The two of you smiled warmly at the other before slow dancing to his playlist (that was inspired by his love for you). 

After the party, the pack was helping Lydia clean up. “Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t catch you during the whole party.” Lydia said across the room. You and Scott smirked at each other, thankfully her back was turned towards you or else the teasing would’ve started. “How did you like it? I know parties weren’t your thing, but I mean it’s your (your age) birthday. I wanted to make it special.” 

“It was special.” You stated. You and Scott locked eyes once again. “It Was Perfect.” 

I’m rusty at writing imagines. I hope this was okay for you, love!