Big Brother Aftermath (Tyler Crispen x Reader)

Finale Night

You were lucky enough to score tickets to the Big Brother 20 Finale night. You had a set of tickets, and decided to bring along (best friend) to come with you. You and (best friend) were watching Big Brother 20 all season long. Staying up late to watch live feeds, getting updates left and right, and cheering on your favorites.

(Best friend)'s favorite house guest this summer was Sam. She loved her southern charm and looming abilities. But you, your favorite was Tyler. You've always been a fan of the cute surfer boys, and Tyler blew you away this season. Not only did he have abs, but he was a mastermind, controlling the house inside and out. You've been putting in votes all week for America's Favorite Player, and all of your votes have gone to Tyler. (You've even stolen [best friend]s phone just so Tyler can get all the votes he can possibly get. You'll admit, you were feeling pretty bummed when he told Angela he loved her. Like yeah, you're happy for him for finding love inside that crazy house, but at the same time, you wish you were Angela.

Finale night was here. You were sitting in the crowd, surrounded by Big Brother Legends, alumni, family members, and fans alike. Everyone is anticipating who will win, and become the twentieth victor in American Big Brother.

Julie strolls out, lookin' fly as shit. She does her usual song and dance, and you enjoy finale night. You feel roller coasters of emotions swing over you as the finale goes on. From the highs of seeing JC evicted to get your dream Coast to Coast finale, to the lows of Swaggy C proposing to somebody he's only known for 23 days.

And now it's the moment you've been waiting for, the reveal of the winner. Julie pulls the names on the keys one by one. One vote for Kaycee, followed by four votes for Tyler. You feel excitement brew inside of you as your boy is about to be half a million dollars richer. The final keys get pulled from the circular box. Kaycee, Kaycee, Kaycee, and Kaycee. She's done it. She's done what you thought was impossible. She beat the legend, Tyler. Everyone around you stands and cheers, and you almost feel you have to force yourself to do so as well. Inside, you're happy for Kaycee, she did deserve to win. But deeper within you, that which shows on the surface, you feel Tyler should've won. But seeing how he takes the loss fills you with joy, and pride for your man. They both step out, all the house guests in the real world now, and they all huddle around Julie.

Julie congratulates Kaycee, before revealing America's Favorite Player. Not to your surprise or anything, but Tyler is in the top three with Brett, and Haleigh. And to your excitement, Tyler pulled it off! The man, the myth, the legend, is America's Favorite House guest this time around. You see him fighting off tears, saying how he didn't think America loved him, and this almost breaks your heart, to see what a genuine and kind man he is. To see that he is not all smoke and mirrors in front of a camera being broadcasted to millions of viewers. That Tyler is one of the most true people to step foot in that house.

Julie signs off the show, and everyone hugs it out, on stage. Some look out to the crowd as they shuffle out of their seats, and leave the studio. One house guest who looks out is Tyler. And he looks towards you, and you swear you see a twinkle in those surfer eyes as he smirks towards you, before Angela pulls his arm, smiling at her man, walking backstage.

You and (best friend) leave the studio, and hear many fans talking. You hear some talk about an after party at a local club. You just know you have to be there for a chance to meet Tyler. You memorize the name of the place, get (best friend) to find the address, and you head over as quickly as you can.

You get to the line up and it is huge! Fans line up and down the block. You wait with (best friend) for about half an hour, before you see all the house guests and some alumni walking into the club with the fans cheering them as they pass. You see Tyler in a short sleeved dress shirt and tight jeans walk by with Angela in his arms. You see him glance into the line and your eyes lock once more, with that irresistible twinkle looking right at you. (Best friend) looks towards you, giving you a knowing nudge that Tyler is checking you out before they all head inside. Now you KNOW you've gotta be in there.

The line moves incredibly slowly. (Best friend) petitions that you two leave and go back to your hotel room for the night. But you're not a little bitch, so you grab (best friend)s hand, and sneak past the bouncer checking IDs at the front of the club, making your way inside.

The atmosphere is lit. Bright purple lights accompany the loud, banging club music around you. You go around the club, looking for Tyler. You saw him come in here, he must be around. (Best friend) splits to go talk to some BB alumni that she saw, introducing herself. Many are friendly towards (him/her). You continue sprawling through the club, looking for your favorite house guest, before it feels like time stops.

You see him. Tyler. Standing on the dance floor, swinging back and forth to the music. He turns his head, and sees you once more. He smiles brightly at you, and you see his confident surfer walk as he goes towards you. You feel like you might faint.