Ignorance is bliss (yandere female x female reader)

Breakfast at Harper's

"So, if a customer wants to use the toilet, he or she needs to um... go through your bedroom?" You asked, resting your head in between her breasts.

She's only wearing a bathrobe, nothing else.

She nodded. "I trust them." She pulled her heavy comforter over both of you. Harper snuggled closer to you.

"What if they snoop around? What if they steal something?" You questioned.

"I'll be waiting for them upstairs, ready to serve them a bullet for lunch." She grinned and pecked you on the head.

A while ago, you took a shower in her bathroom, it was extremely clean and neat. Except,

"She puts her posters up here too?" You stared at the pieces of blu-tacks on the tiled wall and behind the door.

Harper suggested that both of you shower at the same time, however, you declined. She frowned for a bit, nonetheless respects your wishes.

Harper lets you borrow her pyjamas. Which is a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, it was a bit loose on you, but it will do.

"I don't have the stuff they'd find um... suitable for them. So they'll just leave it alone." Harper continued while stroking your hair.

Her customers try to avoid using her bathroom. Why? They felt creeped out seeing thousands and thousands of pictures of the same person cover every inch of her wall.

Not only that, they had to write their name, phone number, house address down for her before they could descend the stairs. Plus, they had to pay a small 'cleaning and maintenance fee' of fifty cents per visit.

Even her bathroom had portraits of you. They were positioned in such a way that it seems like the '(y/n)s' were staring directly at them while they went on with their business.

Harper would pat down anyone who ever stepped foot in the basement, making sure they didn't take anything. Only those who are desperate to empty their full bladders are willing to use her toilet.

Till this day, only a small handful of customers had the guts to damage any of her precious 'treasures'. They all were framed for various, severe, criminal offences the next day.

How Harper knows who exactly did it? She has her ways.

There were only two people who were stupid enough to steal a photo or two. Their intentions? They were curious to know who you are.

They had a far worse fate than the ones who just scuff her beloved collection.

Actually, if they ask her nicely, Harper would gladly tell them that the woman in her the photos is her 'only reason to live' and inform them that she's stalking you.

"If you do anything to ruin all my hard work or ruin my chance with my (y/n), I'll end you." She would always say this with a smile while cocking a hunting rifle to anyone who ever entered her 'den'.

Back to the present, you decided not to talk anymore. The muffled sounds of raindrops hitting the ground and the decreased temperature made you snuggle closer to her for warmth and emotional support.

She smiled and pressed a palm against your ear to protect you from the loud grumbling of the storm. You held onto her.

"It's okay, It's okay. I'm here. I'll never leave you alone." Harper soothingly rubbed circles on your back.

"Try to sleep, okay? It's getting really late and I don't want you to be grumpy in the morning." She whispered lovingly. You nodded.