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Tears Falling Down at the Party

Oscar and Y/N have their Halloween traditions. This year, they're apart and she has to make up for it.

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The Mexican Grand Prix just so happened to fall on Halloween weekend. Which sucked for Y/N who was used to having Oscar home for Halloween weekend.

They'd made a tradition of it. Buying a bucket full of candy and watching scary movies, living room, lit by pumpkins they'd carved together. Every year Y/N's uncle would have a Halloween party and the two of them would dress up to keep her cousins happy. It was always a couples costume, Y/N buying or making them while Oscar reluctantly came along.

This year there was no pumpkins, no candy, no Oscar.

He was in Mexico and Y/N was in their shared flat in London. She missed him a fuck load, missed their traditions.

To make up for lack of Oscar, Y/N's friends had organised a girls day. They'd brought over pumpkins to carve and Halloween themed food and drinks.

"Are you calling Osc tonight?" Asked one of the girls as they drew faces on their pumpkins.

Y/N shook her head. "Not with the time zone differences," she answered as she drew the face on her pumpkin. Hers had heart eyes and a zigzag smile.

"Hang on!" Another friend shouted as she reached for a ghost shaped pretzel. "What if we did one of those pumpkin head photoshoots? We could send the pictures to Oscar," she suggested, her eyebrows going up and down.

"What if we did a lingerie shoot?" Another friend quietly suggested.

That was actually a good idea, Y/N realised as she looked at her pumpkin. She and her friends could do a lingerie photoshoot to send to Oscar while he was in Mexico. It was a brilliant idea. "Let's do it," she said grabbed the knife from the middle of the floor.

The girls began carving their pumpkins while Y/N carved a hole in the bottom of her pumpkin, one big enough for her for her head. After she'd done that, she scraped out the inside of her pumpkin until their was nothing left.

And then it was onto the head. She carved the heart eyes out carefully and pushed them out. "What do we think?" Y/N asked as she placed it on her head. Her friends let out a series of whops and cheers, one of them even snapping a picture.

Y/N carved out the smile. It was tricky work, and she had to do it piece by piece until the smile was entirely cut out.

"Ladies, I think we're ready," she said and held up her pumpkin head.

The girls piled into Y/N and Oscar's room, searching through her draw of underwear for lingerie. One found a black, lacy body suit, another found a matching pair of red underwear, a small gem hanging from where the cups met. There was one last set, green, with suspenders on the panties.

Y/N quickly got changed into the body suit. She placed the pumpkin on her head and let her friends position her.

They really were amazing. Her friends were there for over an hour, taking pictures of her to send to Oscar. Most were on her on the bed, some with candy raining down onto her, some of her pretending to lick a lolly pop with the candy head.

As soon as they were done, Y/N sent every single picture to Oscar. She got dressed and placed the pumpkin out on her balcony. "Thanks, guys," she said to her friends as they sat down to watch movies.

"Just tell us what Oscar says."

Oscar, well, he was shocked. With the race over, he was able to rush to the airport to get to the plane and back to his girlfriend.

As Oscar waited at the gate, headphones in his ears, his phone pinged several times. A message from Y/N. With hearts in his eyes, Oscar opened the message.

His cheeks were flaming as he looked through the pictures. A lingerie photoshoot with Y/N wearing a pumpkin head. He knew exactly who it was, he could recognise her body anywhere.

Oscar left one message before he boarded the plane.

Holy fuck.