Title: Turkey Time
Pairing: Tyler Scheid x female!Reader
Summary: Tyler. Turkey Costume. Need I say more?
Warning: like one swear word. FLUFF. adorableness
AN: Thanks for waiting for me to actually post something that I wrote. Everything that I reblog from other writers can be found by looking under my tags #not mine or #fic rec
“Do I really have to do this?” Tyler asked, turning to his best friend. It was peak summer time, the group just having competed in a little friendly competition. Although Tyler usually was great at any challenge that came at him, for some reason he just couldn’t focus today. Maybe it was the summer heat, or the fact that he was laughing too much to see the ball coming at him. Or, it could be that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Usually he didn’t trust online dating, but he didn’t have much luck otherwise. You had talked for a week before meeting up at a small Italian place for dinner - finally getting to that first date. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to meet up sooner, but working with Mark took a lot of time and effort. The first chance he got he called you to schedule a date. Everything went absolutely perfect, and he couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face whenever he thought of you. You were beautiful, intelligent, and funny. He couldn’t wait for your next date, which happened to be tomorrow night. He just never felt like he connected with someone so quickly before. It felt like he had known for years, not days. However, today, Mark had roped him into doing a challenge video. Which is how he found himself wearing the felt turkey costume, the entire gang piled into his car, driving to nearest Chinese food place. His penalty for losing; wear the turkey costume during dinner at the restaurant of the winners choice. He was very thankful Amy had won - who knows what Mark or Ethan would have picked if they had one (probably somewhere fancy, no doubt).
“You know the penalty, Tyler. Turkey costume the whole meal, no taking it off,” Mark said as he held the camera up, pointing it directly at him from the passengers seat.
“What would I change into?” He could see the familiar bright sign, advertising Amy’s favorite place, as he turned the corner. He felt his nerves spike, especially since spotted a parking spot right in front. As he pulled in, he noticed a familiar car across the street. That looks like the car (Y/N) has. I wonder what she’s up to now.
“Come on Tyler!” He jumped as Ethan pounded on the glass of his window, his eyes tearing away only to notice he was the only person left in the car. “The Chinese won’t order itself!” With one last look, and a sigh, he exited the car, ready to face his upcoming dread.
The place looked as it usually did. Table closely cluttered together, waitress expertly bobbing between the people and chairs, and an elderly woman behind the cash register. There were a few people sitting with plates and numbers on their table, others obviously waiting for their to-go orders. He sighed once again as his friends started yelling their orders at him, before taking a seat at a table big enough to hold them all. He couldn’t help but notice that they left the most exposed seat open for him. God, he really hated his friends.
The woman hardly blinked as he walked over in his get up. And he was incredibly grateful for that. He had no trouble ordering (he knew his friends orders by heart anyway), but he had to wait a minute while the woman had to find change in the back. As he waited, the waitress came scurrying past him through the opening in the counter, a small plastic bag full of food in her hand. The smell enticed him, as he smelled his favorite dish buried somewhere in there. Only a few more minutes, he thought to himself. Then you’ll have that exact thing in your belly.
“Here’s your order (Y/N)! Sorry about the wait!”
“It’s no trouble at all, Ming. Tell me if you end up getting that internship.”
“Of course! See you soon!”
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. This was not happening. You couldn't be here. You just couldn’t. He wouldn’t let you see him like this. He couldn’t. He liked you too much to lose you because of this stupid encounter. He kept his head low as you passed, praying that you wouldn’t noticed him. However, Tyler’s hands were shaking so much that he didn’t notice as it knocked against the tip jar. The coins rattled within. The bell above the door jingled once, before closing. He let a breath, before his eyes looked towards the door. Your eyes found his just as you were about to step into the warm LA air, the door closing behind you. In unison, both of your eyes widened comically. He backpaddled, turning to face the opposite wall as the door opened once again.
“Tyler?” No, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t escape. To make matters worse, he could see his friends looking towards the two of you, questioning looks on their faces. Only Mark seemed to understand what was happening; Tyler had, after all, confined in his friend with his worries about his first date with you. “Tyler Scheid?”
“Oh, hey (Y/N),” he said turning, hoping that at least he could seem nonchalant with the situation. Karma really was a bitch. He breath, however, caught in his throat as he took in your appearance. You were dressed adorably in sweats and a hoodie, unzipped so he could the beginning of a graphic tee, small characters scattered across it. Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and your chinese food hung low in your hand. You had a simple pair of flip flops, and he noticed your toes looked freshly painted. He was speechless at how beautiful you looked. And to add on top of it all, your smile brightened his entire night, despite him standing in the middle of a restaurant in a turkey costume.
“W-what….” A giggle slipped past your lips. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh, uh. I lost, and this was my punishment.” You were now openly giggling, admiring him in the outfit. You spun your finger, and he happily obliged by turning in a fashionable way, smiling brightly at you. Yeah, he was humiliated, but your laugh was contagious. "Your not embarrassed?“ You laughed.
"Embarrassed? Of course not. This is hilarious!” You wiped a small tear that started to form in the corner of his eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever dated a guy who made me laugh so much before.” He smiled turned fond as he gazed at you. You smiled brightly back, caught in his eyes. Both of you were so entranced by each other you didn’t notice Mark stand, walking over.
“Hey! I’m Mark. You must be (Y/N).” You happily took his hand, shaking it. “You want to join us. I’m sure everyone would love to meet you.” You looked over his shoulder at the other three sitting together, who waved happily at you. You waved right back.
“I’d love to.” Before you could follow Mark back to the table, Tyler pulled to towards him, flushing your side against his front.
“I hope our next date will be just the two of us.” He kissed the side of your face sweetly before leading you over to his friends. You couldn’t help but admire him. Only Tyler could still make you swoon, make you weak in the knees, while wearing a felt turkey costume.