#also just imagine walking around with a walkman idk i think it can come back into fashion i think its cute

[i-like-gay-books]

forget ipod nano. i think we all need to revert back to the times of walkmans (the ones for cds, not cassettes). i think we all need to be able to only listen to music that we've bought physically or that we burned onto cds. playlists need to be mixtapes again. we need to give them out as gifts instead of just sharing spotify playlists with each other. we need those little cd case things to carry as a purse or hook onto our belt so we can switch out the cd when it finishes. we need to strip music from library cds and burn it onto our own discs. i think that would fix society.

[cityofimagines]

2:54 a.m. – Tyler Down x Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where both the reader and Tony got a set of tapes from Hannah and the reader sees how Tyler get treated and so they decide to hang out with him and ends up falling for him? You can it however you need to. Thanks! 😁

A/N: Sorry this took so long to do! I hope you like it though! idk how good it is lol you guys be the judge

Warnings: mention of [Hannah’s] suicide

A lot of unexpected things have happened in this town. And receiving a dead girl’s tapes on your doorstep had never been one of them. Until yesterday. 

Hannah Baker tragically killed herself last week, and now mysteriously her version of a suicide note had been left on your porch. When you first brought the beat up cardboard box up to your room to open it, you had no idea what to expect. When you opened it and saw the tapes, you freaked out slightly. However you immediately became obsessed with finding a way to listen to them, and you knew exactly the person to help you.

Self-proclaimed lover of all things vintage, Tony Padilla was the person to go to for a situation like this. He was the only person in the world you knew that had a device that you could listen to the tapes on. 

When you knocked on his door yesterday and told him that you needed to borrow his Walkman to listen to some of your parents old cassettes, he raised an eyebrow and invited you inside. You both walked up to his room. He told you to sit on his bed, so you did. 

“You got the tapes too didn’t you?” He asked slowly. 

You were taken aback; not expecting him to know anything about this. 

You began to respond, but he turned his back and started rummaging through a drawer in his desk. A few seconds later, he threw an identical beat up cardboard box to yours filled with cassette tapes on his bed next to you. 

You looked up at him, breathing slowly. “Damn.”

After a long conversation about how insane it was that Hannah was gone, ideas about what could possibly be on the tapes, and the slight fear of the whole situation, Tony tossed you the Walkman. 

“Don’t break it. I actually use that for stuff.” He said seriously, but couldn’t help cracking a half smile. 

“Of course.” You said back. “Thank you.” 

The second you got home, shoes were off and headphones were in. You spent the next 6 hours listening to the tapes until your emotions got the best of you and you couldn’t bare to listen anymore. 

Squinting to look at the too bright digital clock that was placed next to you on your desk, you read 2:54 a.m. Thank God you didn’t have school the next day because you would have been absolutely exhausted. 

And currently you were absolutely exhausted, but you couldn’t clear your mind enough to be able to sleep. The horrific scenes Hannah narrated kept playing over and over in your mind. However, one of them in particular stood out to you.

Tyler Down. The school outcast, yearbook photographer, and all around shy guy. Hearing his tape was eyeopening. You weren’t going to lie, you found it slightly creepy how he stalked Hannah, but another side of you found it slightly charming. 

You weren’t sure if it was your 3:00 a.m. blurred thinking, or your actual feelings, but you found yourself sympathizing for the kid. You suddenly realized how awful he got treated at school, and you started to feel bad. What he did was wrong, but he really really liked her, and he just didn’t know how to go about it. He was too innocent for his own good.

The next monday at school, you decided to make it your mission to talk to Tyler Down. You weren’t 100% sure this was a good decision, but you’ve always been a spur of the moment type of person, so you went along with it. 

Right before your lunch period started, you found him at his locker. You walked up to him. You had talked a few times, but not enough times that you were even sure he knew your name.

“Hey.” You said slowly. He closed his locker door to reveal your small-smiled face inches away from him. 

“Hey.” He said, sounding confused. “(y/n)...right?” 

“Yeah.” You replied. You paused before adding, “I was just going to go eat lunch outside...do you wanna come?” 

He still looked confused, but nevertheless happier than he did before you asked. “Uh, sure.” He said quietly. 

You found a spot at a picnic table by the baseball field. You found yourselves talking about anything and everything. Your equal love for the same TV shows, his passion for photography, the douchiness of the jocks, and the never-ending feeling of insanity at the fact that Hannah was really gone. 

It was an enlightening conversation. You really liked talking to Tyler. 

“What do you say we do this again tomorrow?” You asked when the bell for the next period class rang.

“Yeah. Um- I... sure.” He stuttered out, and you swore you saw a tinge of pink emerge over his cheeks. 

Before you knew it, tomorrows turned into every days. And soon enough, eating lunch and hanging out with Tyler Down became a regular thing in your life. You exchanged numbers, and you began to text a lot. He started opening up and not being so shy around you. You really started to like the person you were seeing. 

One day after school, you both decided to go to Monet’s. He ordered hot chocolate, so you did too. 

You began to notice yourself laughing a little louder at all of his jokes, trying to “accidentally” brush your hand against his when you were together, and spend an increasingly longer amount of time with this nerdy curly-haired boy. 

Eventually you realized that you were undeniably falling for Tyler Down. 

One night, the two of you were just walking around his neighborhood. It was nighttime, the stars were out, and your feelings were getting the best of you. You wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up in Tyler’s arms and feel his tall frame protectively around you. 

When the night came to a close and he walked you home, you knew that you had to do something. He was too shy to make a move, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. As you two walked up your driveway, you said your goodbyes. 

Right before he left you, you leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Something simple, but also something that would allow him to get a deeper glimpse into your feelings for him. 

You smiled before running inside, leaving him a blushing mess on your stairway. 

A/N: is a part two needed for this imagine? lmkkk :)