Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Talking it out

You opened the door to see Harper, bare-faced. She was still wearing the camel coat and her black boots.

She opened her arms as an inviting gesture. Should you accept the hug? You didn't want to seem rude and possibly upset her, but you didn't want to give mixed messages either. You don't quite feel that you are sexually attracted to Harper. However, you decided to give her the benefit of doubt for the time being.

You slowly and carefully wrapped your arms around her waist and rest your head on her tender chest. Her arms slightly tighten around you and her cheek was gently placed on the top of your head.

"It's okay. We can work this out together." She whispered assuringly as her hands stroked your hair. Harper placed a kiss on your hairline.

Your mind wanders to the time when you first met her. As far as you could recall, you labelled her as a regular customer at the diner you work at. It opens 24 hours a day.

She would always come during your night shifts, where there are little to no customers. Ordering the same two dishes over and over again, it's either a large plate of steak— cooked well done with a side of fries or a tall stack of pancakes if it's near sunrise.

Some days, she would try to initiate small talk. Most days, she would just smile and greet you. There was nothing in common between the both of you, except the fact that you both liked (favourite band group).

However, you did remember her bringing up the topic of her sexuality in a short conversation.

You also remember your only reply was "That's okay." Since you didn't know what to say or do.

But after that, she tips you extra and became chattier. She would talk about a range of topics from the weather to the artillery she has worked with. Little to none about her private life.

All you knew about her was that she joined the army before and owns a firearm shop that also sells alcohol. What a dangerous combination of goods sold.

You listened. Only listened because you were always dead tired from working during odd hours. You never told her much about your private life either. Yet she seems to know a huge chunk of it.

She's a stranger to you. How did both of you get so intimate in just one night?

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She removed her coat to reveal she's only wearing her bathrobe the whole time, not even undergarments. You admire her confidence, but you question her sense of danger.

Harper invited you to talk on the bed, you accepted it but you ended up not speaking to her, you let your mind race as you lay on her poorly clothed chest. "How did she get this?" You stared at a scar right below her right clavicle.

She took your silence and your willingness to cuddle as a hint that you prefer to hug it out instead, so she turned the wall-mounted television on.

Lights from the television screen flashes on both of your faces in the dimly lit room. It was showing a French news channel, obviously, you couldn't understand a word of what the reporter is saying. Harper cuddled you closer to her and pulled the blanket over both of your bodies.

You looked upwards to take a look at her face. Harper took notice of your stare and smiled at you. She is extraordinarily stunning to look at.

You thought to yourself: "No one else is going to look at me so lovingly like how Harper does it. Not even (b/n) looks at me with that much of love, I wish he did that."

Meanwhile, behind that calm, beguiling smile, is a flurry of panicked thoughts. Harper is struggling to come up with acceptable and sensible answers to all your possible questions. If she wishes to keep you in the relationship by your own free will, she has to choose her words very carefully.