Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Conflict

At first, Harper attempted to lather soap all over your naked body with her bare hands. You bickered with her, not wanting her to do that. Finally, she decides to respect your request. But on the condition that she gets to scrub your hair and back.

It felt nice for her fingers to knead on your scalp as you rub some bath soap under your armpits. Both of you were silent, only the sound of you and Harper breathing, as well as the brushing of her fingers against your shampooed hair, can be heard.

"Hey, Harper." You decide to break it.

"Yes?"

"Why did you choose me?" You felt her scrubbing on your hair slowed for a split second before returning to it's normal speed.

"Why shouldn't I choose you?" She cooed in your ear. Her fingers went on to massage your neck. "Are you feeling insecure?" That question struck a nerve in you. You yanked yourself away and turned around to face her.

"Yes! Damn it, I AM insecure! You have no reason to goddamn want to be with me, yet you're here doing... this questionable shit!" You pointed at her nude body. You started listing the reasons why you felt that way.

"First of all, we don't talk much. You're a damn stranger to me! I don't even know what the hell is your favourite colour! Secondly, I have absolutely nothing to offer, my body's not that great-" you gestured towards your own body now.

"I'm not a veteran lesbian, So no experience whatsoever. I can barely pay for my own daily meals, what makes you think I have enough money to—" you were cut off by the sudden spray of droplets from the handheld showerhead. You splutter and rubbed your eyes because the water droplets mixed with soap got into them.

Plus, having a jet of pressurized water to shoot your eyeball is not a good sensation.

Harper turned the water off. You couldn't see her expression because you were too busy struggling with the sting in your eyes. "Damn it, what the hell was that for!? I was still—"

You were cut off again by the steady stream of water spraying directly in your face. This time, you accidentally inhaled the water. It made you choke and cough.

A substantial amount also got into your ears too, rendering you temporarily deaf.

You felt Harper's smooth palms giving you a backrub with soap. You wanted to complain, but seeing your vulnerable state right now, it's best not to. You felt ashamed that she can easily control you using the handheld showerhead.

You and Harper went back to being silent.

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She dries your hair with a towel while you are sitting on the bed, wearing only bathrobe. Harper is too, but she isn't afraid to expose a lot more skin than you. You wonder how or where does she get that confidence.

The more you think, the more you see Harper as a selfish, narcissistic prick who uses you to amplify her best qualities: looks, wealth, personality and intelligence. "If Harper and I were in a comic, she's definitely the charming, loved, smart superhero and I'm just... the boring, ignored, dumb sidekick. She's probably using me to make her the superior one in comparison."

You made up your mind, Harper doesn't really love you. She just loves the feeling of being the better one in the relationship.

However, your view on her is wrong, she loves you more than anything that the universe can possibly offer. She would even sacrifice a life for you.