summary ౨ৎ thinking about tyler kolek signing something special for a fan he can't take his eyes off <3
content ⟢ fem!black!reader— reader is specifically mentioned to have boobs and coily hair, tyler being silly, not smut but suggestive, idk what else to mention lol
serenity says ໒꒱ a short one for my tyler girlies, idk why i hate this one?? oomf said to post it anyway lol! i've gotten so many asks about whether i'll ever write for him one day so i hope you all enjoy! a jb, wemby, or sochan fic will be next, i haven't decided yet hehe
the parade is alive.
every street is flooded with blue and orange, packed shoulder to shoulder with fans, old and young, who have waited their entire lives for this day. music blares from speakers mounted on floats and cheers rip through the crowd like waves.
but most importantly, the knicks team who are now legends, celebrities, family members, and lifelong fans pass by on top of decorated floats, waving to thousands of people screaming below them.
it's a dream, tyler thinks to himself. he doesn't want to ever wake up from it.
besides the part where he first climbed down from his float to walk around, interact with the crowd, spray a little champagne... only to get stopped by security because they thought he was some random guy trying to sneak into the parade.
actually, nah, even that part. every single chaotic moment of today has now become part of the best day of his life.
especially this one.
it started as a dare from your homegirl.
i mean realistically, what are the chances tyler kolek notices you in a crowd this big? there's thousands of other people screaming his name, doing whatever they can to get his attention— odds of him singling you out in the crowd? zero.
so when your friends started hyping you up, daring you to get him to sign your chest, you went along with it, acting far more confident than you actually were. you can't be nervous if you're prepared for the most expected outcome: tyler doesn't approach your section and the dare becomes a memory you'll laugh about five years from now.
but the second you look up from your phone, you spot tyler making his way through. he's even closer now, stopping every few feet to hug fans, hand out high fives, and pose for pictures.
"oh my god, it’s him!" your best friend screams into your ear.
you feel your stomach drop to your ass. a few minutes ago, the dare felt harmless. impossible, even. now, there's no excuse, no pretending it was never going to happen in the first place. glancing at the excited look on your best friend's face, you know she expects you to back up all that talk.
"wait, girl, i take it back—!" you try to tell her, until your best friend yells with all her might, "tyler! can you sign my best friend’s boobs?!" pointing her finger straight at you.
to your horror, he hears her very clearly. tyler’s head immediately snaps in your direction, grin spreading across his face as he makes his way over. by the time he reaches the barricade, he looks both amused and confused but clearly willing to fulfill her request.
he looks at you, then pauses, because of how much you stand out to him. wait fuck— you're gorgeous. the realization hits him so unexpectedly that he just stares.
tyler didn’t realize he zoned out until your best friend repeats the question, louder this time, making sure he actually heard what she said.
"uh, are you sure?" he yells back, not at her, but you, eyes searching for any discomfort. you just nod eagerly, despite the bewildered look on your face, and hand him the sharpie as fast as you can— like he might disappear forever if you don’t hurry up. "alright, m’ready when you are."
you silently thank whatever possessed you to cut a v neck into the knicks shirt you bought yesterday, putting your cleavage on full display. when you lean in, tyler braces a hand against the side of your breast as he scribbles his signature.
not that he was trying to cop a feel… but damn, you’re so soft.
you look back to find your best friend recording the whole interaction, grinning so hard she looks like she's in disbelief. hell, it's happening to you and you can barely believe it yourself.
when tyler finally lifts the sharpie from your chest, his eyes linger on the pitch black signature scrawled across your rich brown skin, admiring it as if it’s a masterpiece. he can’t take credit for your beauty though, he’ll have to thank you and your parents.
"thank you, champ!" you say, eyes sparkling.
he looks up and catches your smile, laughing despite himself. he likes the way you say it, champ. likes the way your eyes light up when you smile. your coils, your lips, your sweet smell— everything.
especially the way he doesn’t know a thing about you. hopefully, you’ll let him find out.
shit. if he lets himself walk away without getting your name, without ever seeing you again, he'll never forgive himself.
"what’s your name?"
you lean forward, closing the distance between you and yell your name into his ear. tyler pulls back just enough to look back with a smile.
"i’m tyler!" he shouts over the crowd. "tyler kolek!"
"i know!"
"oh right, duh."
the two of you share laugh together, until it’s interrupted by a security guard nudging tyler’s shoulder. it’s been four long minutes. he needs to keep moving with the rest of the parade.
tyler glances over and nods, but not before turning back to you one last time. his rough fingers reach for your hand. you blink up at him, confused, until he lifts the sharpie up in silent question.
can i?
you don’t hesitate at all saying yes.
a grin tugs at his mouth as he flips your palm over and quickly scribbles his number across it, the digits a little uneven from the alcohol in his system, but still readable.
"promise me you’ll text me." he says, finally moving along with the security guard. "i gotta see you again!"
he sees your lips move, but can barely hear as the distance between you grows. tyler prays he wasn’t being delusional when he saw you mouth,
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