Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Harper's 'den'

You woke up in Harper's arms. You were about to scream until all the memories leading to this came rushing back to you like a raging mudslide. "Right, I chose to sleep like this..."

Harper's face looks so peaceful when she's asleep.

Or pretending to be asleep.

You sunk into her, relishing in her warmth. Your blanket never gave you this much comfort anyways, why waste the chance? You were about to drift to sleep again, but you were disturbed by the vigorous shaking of her body.

You craned your head upwards to see her giggling and crying with her eyes still closed. That startled you.

"I... still have a chance." She whispered, mostly to herself. Harper opened her eyes and wiped the tears off before tightening the hold on you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Well, it's actually four in the afternoon... but that doesn't matter, let's talk at my place!" She beamed. You yawned and smacked your tongue.

"Um... no thanks, we can talk here." She pouts.

"Please? I have already seen yours, it's only fair for you to see mine. I promise I won't do anything to you, plus, I made some pasta for you before coming here!" She combed your hair with her fingers. Harper was about to plant a kiss on your forehead until she remembers that you didn't want her doing it casually yet.

You, still extremely drowsy and touch-starved, pushed your forehead onto her lips. Then, you wrapped your arms around her relaxed your head on her chest.

You are fully aware that you're leading her on, but you didn't care. You just wanted more of her touches and warmth right now.

Maybe it's because of your mixed feelings towards the situation between you and (b/n) right now. Maybe its because you have never experienced such amount of physical affection from anyone.

You tried considering the possibility of catching feelings for her, but no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, you couldn't see Harper as a romantic partner.

However, you felt that it was unethical to bask in her love while you are unable to give a speck of it back.

"Maybe I can be a little selfish for once..."

Harper took that as a sign that you wanted more. She happily gives you numerous kisses on the head, and you gladly accepted it by not protesting or pushing her away.

She was surprised by your sudden change of attitude, but she's not complaining.

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She managed to coax you into agreeing to visit her home. It took an hour of cuddling and close to a hundred of kisses. Harper enjoyed every second 'convincing' you.

Actually, her excessive and constant flow of kisses annoyed you enough to be wide awake.

She parked her car next to a building which has a large signboard that says "FIREARMS AND ALCOHOL", all in capital letters.

You got out of her car, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Is this your shop?" You groggily asked, which earned a kiss on the cheek.

"Yep! I live here too, come on!" She grabbed your hand and lead you to the back of the building. Harper excitedly unlocked the back door and entered.

"Wow." Upon switching the lights on, you saw hundreds and hundreds of guns, grenades and other weapons on display. You also took note of the fridges that store various brands and types of consumable alcohol.

You felt a bit intimidated, she can easily grab a gun and kill you any time.

"This is my store, I live in the basement because its money-saving that way. But my kitchen is just behind the counter, 'cause cooking underground poses a fire hazard." She ruffled your hair and rested her hand on your shoulder.

"Let's see my room!" She suddenly carried you bridal style and hurriedly ran down a flight of stairs.

"Harper!" Not wanting to fall, you hugged her tightly.

At the bottom of the stairs, she lets you down and unlocked the door.

"Welcome to 'Harper's Den'! Make yourself at home!" You slowly walked in, there is a huge pride flag stuck on the wall above her queen sized bed.

You took note of the blu-tack scattered around her walls. "Did she remove a bunch of posters last minute?"

Her room was fully furnished with a few decorative elements here and there. You hid your envious frown behind your hand.

"Wish I could afford all of these for myself."

And in the corner of the room, rests a large... harp. "You play the harp?" You asked the blonde.

She giggled and rubbed her neck. "My mom named me 'Harper' because she wants a kid that can play the harp. She forced me to go for lessons and recitals, wanna hear me play it?"

"Sure." You plucked a piece of blu-tack off the wall and absentmindedly played with it.

Harper sits on a chair and positioned herself correctly. She took a deep breath and proceeds to play. Her fingers, elegant and flexible, strum through the strings. A beautiful combination of high and low notes resonates throughout the room.

You could see this is the result of years and years of strenous practice. Harper's eyes were closed and her face expresses melancholy, she was experiencing all sorts of unpleasant feelings, mostly due to her childhood and the confusing period of her life.

You were impressed that she could perform a wonderful auditory show with such ease. Every note she hits, an intense wave of emotions hits the both of you.

At the end of the musical piece, she ends it with a seamless fade. You clapped rapidly.

She reopened her eyes and stared at you with such adoration. "Y-you liked it?" Harper asked.

"Yeah, you're really great at this!" You flashed a fake smile, jealous of her gifted talent. "She's just rubbing it in my face..."

You were starting to feel insecure about yourself, but years and years of experience made you skilled in hiding it. But deep down, you didn't want to be here anymore.

You felt like an unwanted, out-of-place piece of trash in her room and around the blonde.

You were so good at hiding your bitter resentment, not even Harper could detect it.