suicide squad imagines

harley quinn | 063

prompt: the bluest, blue to ever freaking blue.

(this is short)

you and harley were in your room, both sat at your individual vanity's. you were getting ready to go out, you hadn't planned where yet or what you were going to do but you had both decided you needed to go out, as you hadn't left the house in a while. you were curling your hair, as harley was doing her makeup whilst the two of you blasted out your favourite songs.

as you were curling a section of your hair, you heard harley sigh. confused, you looked towards your fiancé to see her leaning into the mirror, whilst staring at her face.

"what's wrong? did you smudge something?" you asked her, knowing how annoyed she got when she ruined her eyeshadow.. even though it was already technically messy.

"no, it's just my eyes" she told you, giving you a quick glance before turning back to the mirror.

"what about them?" you asked, whilst brushing through your curls.

"they're just so.... dull" she complained.

you laughed, thinking she was joking. but when you saw the serious expression on her face, you knew she wasn't.

"wait, you seriously think your eyes are dull? they're the bluest, blue to ever freaking blue! i love them harley!" you told her, whilst grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

she smiled at you, as she seemed to cheer up a little.

"thank you y/n, you know how to make me feel better"