Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Tattle

Harper grabbed you by the wrist before you could go anywhere. "You don't have a brother." Her eyes were wide, filled with... betrayal? How does she know you don't have a brother? You never told her anything about your family.

You stayed silent and looked into her brown eyes. "Hello!? Hello!?" You heard your ex-boyfriend call out in a panicked manner. His voice was loud enough to reach Harper's ears.

She sighed. "That's (boyfriend's name), isn't it?" You hesitantly nodded.

"Please, give me the phone." She extended her arm and presented her empty palm.

"I... uh, rather not?" Harper knitted her eyebrows together to show concern. Only God knows what she truly feels at the moment.

"It's for your own good, (y/n). I can't let you go back to a relationship that does no good for you." She gently held your hand and rubbed the back of it with her thumb.

"(B/n) is going to manipulate you into letting him hurt you all over again. He is going to poison you with his toxic words." You stared at her.

"Hello!? Hello!? (Y/n)!?" (B/n) continued to call out.

"I know you, (y/n). You're too forgiving, too kind. You're letting him in again, letting others walk all over you. I can't let that happen because I care for you— I love you." Her voice was almost hypnotic.

"I'm merely protecting you from him, he is a terrible, terrible man who doesn't respect or love you for who you are. I love you, more than anyone else ever will. You're going to get hurt again if you listen to him." She gave a charming smile.

"So please, give me your phone." Her thumb slowly rubs soothing circles on your hand while her other hand remained unoccupied to place your device on.

Your hand that is holding the phone was trembling.

"(Y/n)!? Are you still there!? Please say something..." you heard his voice getting more and more desperate by the second.

"Tattle." You quickly whispered into the phone.

'Tattle' is a corrupted pronunciation of the abbreviation 'ttyl', which means 'talk to you later'. Tattle was a code that both you and (b/n) understands whereas Harper doesn't. You used it to your advantage.

"Um... someone wants to talk to you." You said it loud enough for Harper to hear and tentatively pulled the phone away from your ear to put it on her hand.

She brought the microphone of your phone near her mouth and said,

"You don't deserve her."

Harper hung up on (b/n). Her voice was spiteful, not like her usual sweet one that you always hear.

"Thank you for trusting me, (y/n)." Her warm grin returned.

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"This looks so adorable on you!" Harper presented you a (f/c) sundress on a hanger. She positioned the dress on your body to give a rough image of how you would look like in it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress looks nice, but,

"How much is this?" You asked as you feel the fabric with your fingers.

"Only 300 euros!" That is approximately 340 USD. You only brought 800 euros with you.

"T-that's around two weeks worth of pay. I have to pass on this one." You pushed it away.

"Oh (y/n). You're such a gentlewoman." She ran her perfectly maintained fingers through your hair. Harper giggled for a little while before walking elsewhere, leaving you to shop for clothes on your own. "Shit, shit, shit, now's my chance." You fumbled to take your phone out.

"Crap! What's the name of the hotel again!?" You crane your neck to see where Harper is. She is inspecting the fabric of another (f/c) sundress nearby. You wanted to send (b/n) the location of the hotel so that you could meet up and talk to him regarding this matter.

"Argh! I forgot!" You clench your jaw. You craned your neck to see Harper is heading your direction. "No! Not now!" You needed to hide.

"(Y/n), this looks good— hm?" Harper saw no signs of you. She did not think of looking through the dense rack of jeans.

"Now, where did that little troublemaker go...?" Some jeans are long enough to conceal your footwear and since you're also wearing a pair of jeans...

"(Y/n)?" She calls out, you saw her heels move away. You heard her voice become fainter and fainter.

You spent no time wasting texting his new and unblocked number the first thing that popped to mind when thinking about the hotel.

You bit your lip when you pressed 'send'. At that instant, your ringtone blared loudly. You were shocked, Harper must have changed the setting because you didn't recall turning off 'silent mode'.

Now you just need to come up with a cover story.

"There you are, what are you doing in here?" A hand was holding onto her smartphone while the other was pushing the jeans away.

"I-I found something I liked but it was really deep in." Her eyes softened and her shoulders relaxed.

"Well, let's see it!" You grabbed a random pair without looking. When you do, you regretted not picking the one next to it. Harper burst into jolly laughter when she saw your arbitrary choice.

"Y-you want... that?" She reached out to feel the fabric, trying to stifle her giggles. You also thought it was incredibly ugly.

"The comfort factor is definitely there. As for the design... umm." Although she was clearly trying her very best to stop herself giggling, she gave a sympathetic look.

"But I'm not stopping you. It's your style and your own way of expressing yourself." She playfully pinched your cheek.

You hung it back on the racks.