A/n: thank you so much StoneOceanIsGood for making the cover for me! I love how you used the Snapdragon Flower (which means deception) on it!! :))) its really pretty and simple, giving that rustic, tomboyish country gal feeling!! :))
Harper noticed that you're playing with a piece of blu-tack. She looked over to her walls.
"Sorry, I was in a rush to um... hide all my embarrassing fandom...posters." She chuckled awkwardly and scratched the side of her face.
You mirrored her actions, but the weight of your jealousy increased. "I wish I had the money to afford her 'embarrassing' fandom posters..."
Actually, Harper was lying. She was rushing to remove her immensely colossal collection of your pictures, love poems she wrote about you, doodles, receipts from the diner issued by you and other miscellaneous items.
Harper kept the 'souvenirs' in sixteen, jumbo cardboard boxes.
She knows that you would have freaked out seeing her bedroom's wallpaper is a massive photo album of your face, taken from every angle possible.
She temporarily moved everything into the attic, where a shrine with a framed picture of you on it is carefully maintained.
Guess which picture did she frame up? A stolen, 'employee of the month' photo from the diner you worked at. Though the original one is passport-sized, she took it to a traditional photo studio so that she could enlarge it to A4.
Harper felt empty and lost after seeing her room, a devoid of anything '(y/n)' themed. But it was worth the pain since you're with her now.
Returning back to reality, Harper watched you pick the blu-tack off her wall. She smiled. "Thank you, (y/n). But it's okay, I can clean that up after."
Harper approached you to give an appreciative kiss on the temple. You ignored her and continued picking them away from the surface.
Strange, maybe you just liked playing with the putty-like consistency of it. Harper began to collect more of them for you.
Now, its Your turn to feel miserable. "Damn it, I wish I'm as talented, rich and pretty as Harper." A spiteful storm was brewing inside you, the blu-tack picking is just a distraction for you not to snap in front of her.
"She's rubbing everything she has in my face. Why am I even here?" Your lips curled downwards into an upset frown. Every piece that comes off the wall, a negative thought spouts out.
"I'm lesser than her, she's using me to make herself look good in comparison." Your thumb and index finger squashed the soft substance in anger.
"I wonder how (b/n) is holding up—" your train of thought was interrupted by Harper, she was calling out for you multiple times.
"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" Worry was evident on her face. You shook your head and blinked rapidly. Then you flashed a toothy smile. A fake one.
"Yeah! I'm good!" Harper could tell that you're obviously hiding something now. Your eye twitched in irritation and your fingers start to cram up. This didn't go unnoticed.
The blonde sighed. "You must be hungry..." she muttered under her breath, too quiet for you to hear.
"Come on, let's grab dinner." A soft, loving smile graced her lips as she offered her hand for you to hold it.
You hesitated for a bit.
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A ball of blu-tack, as large as your hand rests in the middle of the medium-sized, round table.
YOU ARE READING
Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)
Romance!!NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 17!! You agreed to join your friend on a seven day trip to France because you wanted to see your long-distance boyfriend. You were painfully oblivious to her feelings towards you. She planned out everything...
