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Happy Harley-Days! {CHRISTMAS SPECIAL} ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: UNLESS YOURE ALLERGIC TO HAPPINESS...

NOTES: Hi! Ok, so, here's the Harley one! AND I SAW ROGUE ONE AND OMG IM DEAD NOW. I loved it so much... I'm such a huge Star Wars fan. ALSO CARRIE FISHER HAD A HEART ATTACK LAST NIGHT AND SHES SUPPOSEDLY OK NOW BUT WOW IT SCARED ME. Anyways, enjoy this oneshot!

"WAKE UP,(Y/N)!" You heard Harley screech and you felt her jump on the bed. She bounced up and down, causing the bed springs to squeak.

You groaned and buried your face into your pillow.

"Harley... It's too early for this..." You said, your voice muffled from the pillow. Harley laid across your stomach spreading her arms over her head.

"But it's Christmas Eve!" She whined, "You can't just stay in bed all day!"

You removed the pillow from your face and raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Watch me." And with that, you flopped back down onto the bed, shutting your eyes.

Harley sighed, getting up off you. She then proceed to roll you off the bed. You got the carpeted floor with a thud, while Harley laughed.

"Fine. I'm up." You said, rubbing your back and stretching. Harley clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing a little on the bed.

"Yay! I hope your ready, because we're going to have so much fun today!" Harley cheered. You inhaled deeply and rubbed your temples.

"Hooray." You said, sarcastically. Harley glared at you and threw her pillow at your face.

"I promise you'll have a good time, ok? Just trust me." She said, leaping off the bed.

"If it involves me putting on pants I'm not doing it." You said. Harley shook her head.

"No pants required, Sweetie!" She said, "We just have to go to the kitchen."

Begrudgingly, you got up and followed your bubbly blonde girlfriend to the kitchen.

Sitting on the counters were various cookie cutters and packets of cookie dough.

"Baking?" You asked. Harley squealed and nodded.

"Yeah!" She said, "It'll be so fun!"

You picked up a star shaped cookie cutter and examined it.

"But we don't know how to cook, Harl." You said. Harley rolled her eyes.

"Just do what it says on the back of the package!" She said. You looked at a package of sugar cookie dough, reading the instructions.

"Ok, fine. I'll try it, but only becaus e you went to the trouble to set all this up." You said. Harley smiled a huge smiled and grabbed you in a bone crushing hug, kissing your head.

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"This says we need two eggs, Harley. Not eight." You said, pointing to the back of the cookie package.

Harley looked over at you, her face covered in flour and egg whites.

"They're fun to crack!" She exclaimed, cracking her ninth egg and putting it into the bowl, "Besides, what they put on the back is just a suggestion."

"But you said that 'All we need to do is follow the instructions'" you said, mocking her voice. Harley raised an eyebrow, blowing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Well, screw that. This is way more fun!" She said. You sighed, face palming.

You looked over at the bag of flour on the counter. You then got an idea. A delightfully evil idea...

You grabbed the bag of flour, being careful that Harley didn't notice you taking it. Then, you grabbed a fist full of the powdery white substance and threw it at Harley.

A puff of white clouded the kitchen, you laughing and coughing at the same time.

"What was that for?" Harley said, coughing. You giggled.

"Dude, we both suck at baking, ok? Admit it to yourself." You shrugged. Harley stared at you for about thirty seconds.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she grabbed the bowl of the nine eggs she had cracked and threw it at you.

The cold, slimy mess got all over you. Harley was having a laughing fit, holding herself up on the side of the counter. You grabbed more flour, ready to throw it, but Harley was quicker and took off running.

You chased her around the kitchen, until you both eventually slipped and fell on the nasty egg that was all over the floor, causing flour to go everywhere.

You two were absolute hot messes, laughing histarically on the floor, covered in goop.

Harley reached over and pulled you into a messy hug.

"Happy Harley-Days, Puddin!" She said. You rolled you eyes at her pun, and hugged her back.

It truly was a happy holiday.