tyler x cast


“Hey it’s Hannah, Hannah Baker. Don’t adjust your whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore and absolutely no requests. Get a snack, settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life…more specifically why my life ended and if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why”
-Hannah Baker
(I couldn’t fit all of them in)


“Thanks again for letting me stay here,” you thank Crutchie from where you sit on your bunk, which is right next to his. Although, the two nights you’ve stayed here, Crutchie’s never slept on the bed. He’s slept on the roof with his friend, and the Newsies’s leader, Jack. 

His eyes sparkle, and your friend flashes you his trademark wide grin. “Anytime, (y/n). After all you did for me in da Refuge, it’s da least I could do to help ya out." 

You smile at him once more before laying down for the night, pulling one of the Lodging House’s raggedy blankets up to your chin. Crutchie was nice enough to bring you to the Lodging House last week, and Jack gave you your own, small room in the Lodging House. After the refuge was shut down two weeks ago, you were left roaming the streets, begging for food. Until you were reunited with Crutchie. 

While the two of you were in that Hellhole together, you stole food for him when he was sick and couldn’t get out of this bunk. He always begged you do not to, but you couldn’t see him or the other kids suffer more than they had to. Especially when you knew he’d do the same for you. 

Anyway, Crutchie found you a couple of days ago on a street corner, sleeping with nothing but a newspaper to block most of the wind. His friends Jack and Specs carried you back to the lodging house, where you’ve been recovering for the past three days. Now, because you’re only a good night’s sleep from healthy, while the rowdy newsboys, you, and Katherine were eating dinner at Jacobi’s, Crutchie and Jack deemed it time for you to start selling. The boys had all cheered and began arguing over who would sell with the first "Girlsie” as they affectionately named you. 

Jack would be gone with Katherine tomorrow and would not be able to help you, and Crutchie didn’t think it was best for you to sell with him, so Jackie assigned his third in command (a boy called Race) to show you the ropes the next day. Race’s mischievous eyes had met your (e/c) ones, and he grinned at you while the other boys groaned. You had smiled back. 

And now you’re lying awake in your bunk, unable to sleep because you can’t get that damned boy’s face out of your mind. 

“You hungry?” Race asks you. “It’s almost time for lunch." 

You had woken up with the bell this morning with the rest of the boys, and gotten fifty papers from Weasel before heading off into the bustling city of New York to sell with Race. "Yeah, I could eat,” you reply, and he grins. 

“Great, I’s starvin’. I usually meet Romeo and Specs at the bakery around now, and we all chip in for some bread. Sound good?" 

You nod and look away from him as you walk. "I hope I have enough to help you guys get some bread.” You look down at your dirt-covered boots. “I didn’t sell too many papes." 

Race glances over at your sad face and bumps your shoulder with his lightly as you walk, making you giggle shyly. "Ah, it’s just because you’s a goil. Them rich bastards already tink they’s too good to buy from us guys, let alone you. Katherine calls it…” He trails off, looking up at the sky as he thinks for the right word. You giggle at the way his lip curls and his eyebrows furrow together, but look away quickly. You can’t think of him that way. 

“Ah!” Race exclaims, snapping you out of your thoughts. “They’s sexist. Dat’s the word Plums told me when she had a bad day at da Woild. " 

You stay silent, and he stops walking, turning you around to face him. "But I isn’t sexist,” Race announces. “And those rich folks is stupid. You’s twice as good as any a ‘dem, let alone us Newsies." 

Laughing, you shrug his arm off gently. His eyes flicker with disappointment, but you don’t notice. "Thanks, Race. Now come on, we don’t want to–" 

"Ha! Ya got yourself a girl now, do ya?” A voice from behind you jeers. 

You turn around quickly to see two similar looking, beefy men leering at you and Race. Your companion is quick to step between you and your offenders, and you frown in confusion. This is the most tense and threatened you’ve ever seen Race. “Beat it, Oscar,” he orders through clenched teeth. 

The man who had spoken before–Oscar–glares at Race menacingly as the other man circles around the both of you, giving you an uneasy feeling. “She’s a pretty one too. Even if she is dressed in your disgusting clothes. You glare at him and he grins, stepping closer to you. 

That action alone sets you on edge. You spent too much time in the Refuge to let a man look at you like that, especially when he’s that close. You kick him where it hurts, take Race’s arm and run. "That bitch!” you hear one of them scream behind you. 

You turn the corner to go down a different street, but are pulled to a quick stop by Race’s hand catching yours. “No, this way!” He leads you down the street the opposite way you were planning on going, and the two of you slip into a narrow alleyway. One wall is lit with the light of the noon sun, and Race is quick to press you against the opposite one. The wall cloaked in shadows. 

Your back hits the cool brick, and the two of you are blanketed in darkness. Just in time, too: The two men you were running from rush right past your hiding spot, both of them red in the face from anger. 

Only when you know they’re gone do you notice how close Race is to you. His hands are on either side of your shoulders, caging you into the wall. The rest of his body can’t be more than a couple of inches away from you, and his face is turn toward the street, scanning for any more signs of danger. 

He’s beautiful. The side of his face you can see has a bit of dirt smeared across his cheek, but in the best way. His hat sits atop his blonde curls loosely, but it’s brim casts another shadow over his eyes that the wall couldn’t offer, making his blue eyes stand out in a beautiful way. The young man’s lips are slightly parted, as he’s still catching his breath from your run, and he had stuck his cigar in his vest pocket. 

You attempt to shake the blush out of your cheeks, and clear your throat. Race’s blue eyes turn to yours, and you look down at your feet briefly before meeting his gaze. “Who were those men?" 

His eyes flicker over your face briefly before resting in your eyes, and his body doesn’t move an inch as he replies: "Oscar and Morris DeLancey. Even after the strike, they still give us problems." 

"DeLancey,” you mutter to yourself, not really paying attention to the conversation as you’re too busy looking at him. Neither of you have made an attempt to move. “I’ve heard that before. They’re the ones who hurt Crutchie." 

"Yeah…” He closes the small gap between the both of you, and his lips meet yours slowly; softly, yet passionate. He readjusts one arm to wrap around your waist and the other at the base of your neck. You tangle your hands in his hair, accidentally knocking his cap off of his head and onto the ground. 

The two of you kiss for a good two minutes before he pulls away for air, setting his forehead against yours as you breath heavily together. His torso is pressed firmly against yours, and you revel at the feeling. You giggle nervously, and he laughs too. “We should probably get to lunch,” you suggest. 

He grins lopsidedly and presses one more kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, probably.” You pick his cap up off of the ground and brush the dust away before placing it back on top of his blonde curls. He catches your hand in his before it falls back to your side, and interlocks your fingers. “Let’s go." 

Blushing, you let him lead you back out to the street. Along the way, he sticks his unlit cigar in his mouth, and after a couple minutes of walking, you reach the bakery and see Specs and Romeo waiting outside. Race drops your hand and winks at you before the both of you reach your friends. 

"Where the hell have you two been?” Specs asks, looking over the both of you suspiciously. “And what happened to your hair?" 

Eyes widening, your hands fly up to you (h/c) locks, and you feel the tangled mess it has become. It has to look like a birds nest! Race chuckles out loud as you attempt to smooth it down the best you can, and Romeo punched Specs lightly in the arm. 

"Ah, c'mon, Specs! That how you treat a lady?” Romeo turns to you and winks. “You’s still as beautiful as eva, miss (y/n).” You smile down at him gratefully, even though you know his words are only meant as pointless flirting. 

Race’s smirk disappears when he sees you smile at Romeo, and he hurriedly says: “We just had a little run in wit’ da DeLancey’s. No big deal.”

Flirty Alpha (Scott McCall)

Warning: Sexual Explicit Content (Smut)

@joeynihil: Scott smut where the reader is a alpha from another pack and the way she’s always challenging him get’s him all turned on. And then one day when they meet alone.. BAM!

You had traveled from far away with your pack because your old childhood friend Malia had called you, so here you were, in Beacon Hills, right in front of a house whose direction Malia gave you.

You knocked the door several times before a boy with dark black hair and sweet smile opened the door “You most be Scott” you beamed and he nodded

“How did you knew?” he asked curiously, the smile still plastered on his face, you bit your lip seductively smiling as you took a step closer “You seem like someone who knows how make someone bend… If you know what I mean” you whispered in his ear before going inside the house leaving a flustered Scott behind you, you heard the door close behind you, Scott appeared again, he opened his mouth, but before he could say something, you heard the sound of people going down the stairs.

Several people filled the room, but you only recognized Malia, who you gave a little smile “Hello Malia” you greeted her and she smiled back, then you eyed the rest of the pack “For those of you who don’t know, I’m Y/N, alpha of a well known pack of New Orleans” you said flashing your beautiful red eyes for a moment “I’m here because Malia requested my help, if you have any trouble with my presence you may say it now” you stated as you stood silent for a moment, when no one spoke you nodded slightly.

“Then I guess it’s set, I’ll bring my pack to meet you all tomorrow, and I think I speak for us all when I say we’re looking forward to work with you” with that being said you winked at Scott before leaving.


After several reunions with both packs you decided that you needed more information about The Dread Doctors and with some research you found out there was another book of the Dread Doctors in the school library known as “The Lost File” but only you and Scott had believable excuses to leave the classroom in order to get the book. So you met in the hallway between both classes and sneaked to the library’s back door so you couldn’t be seen.

Ones you got there you spotted a few students and the old librarian, you walked calmly towards the section of science fiction-Scott by your side-you ran your fingers across each and every title, Scott did the same.

You had to search very carefully before finding the right book and when you did, you sneaked out as silently as you could, when you did you walked in the lonely hallways until you heard loud footsteps and the reeking scent of the Coach-which consisted in a mixture of beer and sadness-Scott and you exchanged a worried look as the footsteps came closer.

Without thinking you kissed him, laying your hands on his shoulders-because you still held the book in your hand-his soft lips moved in sync with yours as he licked your bottom lip slightly asking for entrance which you granted opening your mouth and letting his tongue play along with yours.

His hands went down to your hips tracing your skin, when his hands were placed on your hips he gave them a gentle squeeze, you let go of the book, letting it fall to the floor as you sighed in his mouth, you grabbed his arms, tracing their length until you reached his hands, which you placed slowly on your butt.

“Stupid kids and their hormones” you heard Coach’s grumpy voice as he walked right past by you

Ones you were sure Coach had left you pulled apart from Scott’s swollen lips tinted slightly with your lipstick, you took a deep breath as you bend down to grab the book and put it on your bag, when you smelled the arousal coming from Scott you smiled mischievously “Don’t think I didn’t felt your friend” you said turning to go back to your classroom, but a firm grip stopped you from doing so.

Scott looked into your eyes before pulling you into his embrace, locking your lips in his with an incredible force, and this time Scott himself, held your butt giving it a firm squeeze making you moan in his mouth as you ran your fingers across his hair “Not… here” you said between the kisses and he groaned pulling apart and taking you to an abandoned classroom, you closed the door and pulled the curtain down.

Scott gave you butterfly kisses as he roamed his hands from your breast to your thighs, you turned around kissing him as he pulled you up by your thighs, guiding you to the desk in which he sat you down as he left numerous hickeys on your neck that healed right away.

He placed his hands on your back ripping your shirt off, you gasped at the feeling of the cold air against your heated skin, the cloth falling to the floor as you tugged the hem of Scott’s shirt pulling it up, your claws leaving holes in the thin cloth.

He unclasped your bra throwing in across the room, then he laid you down on the large desk to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down to your knees along with your panties, you kicked them off with your toes and sitting up kissing his neck hungrily, but then Scott pushed you down to the desk.

The pain ran across your spine, nevertheless you smiled

“Someone likes to play rough” you hissed and he smiled back
“This is what it takes to make you bend” he purred going down to were you needed him the most, wet kisses ran across your thighs as he massaged your breasts, you became a moaning mess under his ministrations.

Then, and without a warning he started devouring your core holding you still as you squirmed around in pleasure, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, at your gesture he groaned into your core, making the nod in your stomach grew by the second.

And as you felt yourself coming over the edge, he pulled apart, a whimper left your lips as a sign of the lost of ministrations “Scott” you called his name in an exhalation, sitting up and helping him take off his boxers “Please, I need you” you whispered in his ear, feeling his smirk against your ear, he pulled you at the edge of the desk, your breast crashing against his firm and toned chest, feeling his boner placed on your entrance, unconsciously you began to clench around his tip, your core aching in need.

He pressed your legs around hips before entering you fully, both of you moaning at the feeling, without giving you time to adjust he rammed into you with an incredible force, your claws scratching the wood of the desk as you moaned louder and louder each time

“Say my name” Scott groaned as you kept moaning, unable to answer his command “Say my name so everyone knows your mine” he repeated and you had to breath before replying

“Scott” in his ear
“Louder” he hissed laying you down before going all the way in, making you gasp at the feeling, your claws now buried themselves into Scott’s flesh
“SCOTT” you gasped, your eyes flashing red for a moment before going back to normal as he continued to fucking you mercilessly, his name came out like a prayer in your lips as he began to whisper dirty things on your ear.

You realized how close you were when the nod on your stomach seemed to travel to your core as well “Scott I’m…” you trailed off before being interrupted by your loud moan, your release washing you over, Scott did the same moments after

Both of you panting loudly as you tried to catch your breaths “We should get dressed” you whispered in his ear making him chuckle “We should” he agreed pulling you up “That way I can take you on a proper date” he beamed kissing you sweetly and you couldn’t help to smile into the kiss

“That sounds amazing” you winked clasping your bra and grabbing your ripped shirt, raising an eyebrow playfully towards Scott who blushed slightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah… Sorry about that” he said nervously and you giggled at how cute he looked, you climbed off the desk, grabbing your bag and pulling out a brand new shirt, Scott frowned smiling and you shrugged putting it on.

“A girl needs to be prepared” you said simply as you finally bottomed your jeans to leave the classroom, leaving a dumbfounded Scott behind you.


“Clay…Helmet. Your name does not belong on this list but you need to be here if I’m going to tell my story, if I’m going to explain why I did what I did because you aren’t every other guy…you’re different, you’re good and kind and decent. I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you…I never would, I would have ruined you. It wasn’t you, it was ME”
-Hannah Baker

anonymous asked:

Newsies Christmas please? Race gives up cigars and gambling for a bit so he can afford to get the reader a present? But he doesn't tell anyone why he's doing it. Thanks!

Race x Reader

“What are you doing?”

Race looks up from his second slice of bread, frowning at the frown on Romeo’s face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m eatin’ my lunch, Rome. Which is somethin’ you should be doin’ too.”

Romeo rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his bread. “Why don’t you got a cigar today?”

The older boy freezes for only a second before continuing to eat and pretending nothing happened. “Just didn’t feel like it today.”

Romeo snorts disbelievingly. “You always feel like a cigar.”

“Shut up and eat your lunch.”

Race’s fingers are beginning to freeze. It’s the week before Christmas, and his gloves could practically be fingerless after being worn down over the past three winters of working outdoors every day. And his thin, brown jacket isn’t much help either.

But the small box cradles in his hands is worth it all.

He has been courting you, his beautiful (y/n), for almost two years now, and last year he wasn’t able to afford a Christmas present for you, or for your birthday. But this Christmas, he was determined.

Race hadn’t had one cigar since the middle of September.

All of the boys are suspicious, he knows that, but there’s no way he’d tell them it’s for a girl. He’s too stubborn for that. And he can’t wait to give you the gift he was able to buy with the money got from his own blood, sweat, tears, and love.

What he won’t tell you about are the sleepless nights and the shaking hands, itching for a cigar or just a cigarette to smoke. But he knows it’ll all be worth it to see that gorgeous smile on your face.

At that, he knocks on the front door of your quaint Queens house.

You open it within ten seconds, giving him a smile when you see that it’s Race. “Hi, Race,” you start, “what are you doing here? Come on in.”

Race follows you inside, shuddering at the change of temper from bitter cold to homey warm. Your mother gives him a smile from the kitchen before retreating to your younger sibling’s room, obviously to give you both some privacy. He takes your hand and stops you before you can lead him to the living area.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long. I gotta get back to da boys before it gets too cold.”

You nod. “I understand.” Race smiles at you, at your kindness and beauty, and you smile back. A long, but comfortable silence passes between the both of you, and you clear your throat, smoothing your hair down. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Race steps back, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I, uh…I got ya somethin.’ For Christmas.”

“Race, you didn’t have to-”

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I know, I know, but I wanted ta. We’ve been together for nearly two years now, and I still haven’t been able to get ya anythin.’”

You blush and squeeze his hand. “You don’t have to get me anything.”

Race rolls his eyes. “I know, and that’s one of the reasons I love ya so much. But I should be able ta pamper my girl. So I got you something.” He takes the small box out from behind his back and holds it out to you with a grin.

Your (e/c) eyes squint at the box curiously before taking it, untying the golden ribbon with one simple pull. Then you peel apart the adorable, terribly-wrapped box to see a small, thin white box with a white lid. Swallowing nervously, you open the top carefully and gasp.

Inside lays a simple silver chain with a beautiful silver heart hanging on it. You look up at Race with wide eyes, and he looks down at his worn boots.

“I know it’s not much, and you deserve–”

“No, Race,” you take his hand and pull him forward to kiss his cheek softly, “it’s beautiful. I love it.”

He smiles. “You do?”

You nod, giggling at his excitement. “Yeah, I do.”

“Ah, good.” This time he leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you, and,” he looks pointedly at your little (brother/sister)’s room, “tell your mom I said Merry Christmas.”

You smile. “I will.” Then leaning forward, you take his cheek in one hand and kiss him on the lips softly. When you pull away, Race grins at you, and you blush. “Tell the boys merry Christmas from me too.”