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153. Dylan O'Brien | Gladly Mistaken

By : all-alone-he-turns-to-stone | Tumblr

Summary: Loving Halloween is one thing. Attending a party is another. Being called slut by your boyfriend is painful. Drinking is a normal reaction. But kissing the wrong person in costume? It can either be pathetic or having a surprising ending.

Word Count: 2772

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O'Brien

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Don't be mistaken. I loved to attend partys, especially when it was Halloween. It was my favorite holyday, I loved spending hours making my own costumes, creating them to be more than perfect. Armed with my sewing machine and a good dose of patience, I was unbeatable. So, of course, when Josh, my boyfriend since a few months, told me that there was a costume party at his favorite bar, I jumped of joy, grabbed my costume and used the last days to work on it. Between Josh and me it wasn't the joy lately, he became distant, cold and could stop texting me for many days without saying anything to finally appear in front of my house with a big smile, flowers and a package of condom. So when he told me about the party, knowing my passion for Halloween, it touched me.

He was still thinking of me.

And besides, I had promised him a costume to go in pair with me. Many hours of hard work later, fingers stung to the blood and time I could have taken to study, I finally finished our costumes and the joy I had to put mine and give his to Josh gave me a huge smile on the face that stayed all day until the evening of the event.

Deciding to surprise my boyfriend, I went to get ready before he arrived. I slipped the stockings on my thighs and then put on the blue and red shorts. The length of it made me quite uncomfortable, but I was ready to put on the costumes I had long worked on. Then I placed my feet in the high-heeled boots entirely homemade, the master piece of my costume. The little, slightly torn white, red and blue crop top next with the bracelets, the necklace with the inscription pudding and the fake tattoos. Then, I worked my face, applied a temporary color in my hair to make it blond and tied them in two ponytails on each side of my head which I dyed one end blue and the other pink. I put on makeup to my lips, eye shadow same color to my hair around my eyes, and finally, the final touch, the fake tattoo on my cheek and the baseball bat.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and sketched my most psychopathic smile that I could, trying to appear as my character.

Then, someone knocked on my door, making me jump. I glanced at my cell phone next to me on the bathroom counter to notice that I had spent more than two hours preparing myself. I sighed, a smile stretching my red lips before gamboling towards the front door, my baseball bat in hand to go open to my boyfriend. I was anxious to see his reaction seeing me dressed like that, because I was very proud of my shot. However, when I opened the door, my smile disappeared as fast as a kick that can be administered between the legs of a gentleman, the disappointment curving my lips down for a pout.

"Oh, babe, Harley Quin! Wow, you're hot!" Josh entered, gave me a kiss on the lips before heading to my kitchen after slamming my ass violently, leaving me freezing on the spot.

"I thought ..." I started, closing the door while he was helping himself in my fridge, catching a beer between his black-gloved fingers. I swallowed, trying to regain my joy. "That we ... we were having costume duo... "

A nervous and embarrassed laugh made my chest tremble as I glanced at the sofa where I had carefully folded his costume.

"Oh, sorry babe. I bought a suit with Mary yesterday. She wanted to see me in Batman, but hey, it doesn't matter, Harley and Batman are still a duo, right? Aw, come on, don't act like a kid," Josh ended by throwing his beer already empty in the trashcan, passing in front of me to go out without forgetting to grab my ass as he passed. "Come on, I'll be in the car," Batman ordered and left my apartment without waiting for me. My eyelids closed and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.