Hey girl!! Can you pretty please do a Lynn loud jr story where the reader (fem) are Lincoln and clyde’s bestfriends and are the only ones who know shes gay, and how lincoln swears on his life to the reader not to date any of his sisters but then goes and secretly dates lynn but only hides it from Lincoln until catches them doing anything “couply”
Im ssosoo sorry this so long!😢
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lynn loud x fem!reader . ✧.*
warnings: nothing really?? lmk if any different
꩜ when lincoln made you and clyde pinky swear not to date any of his sisters, he was so serious about it you thought he was joking. like actually standing in front of you during lunch, looking like a soldier going off to war, hand outstretched and voice deadpan. “swear on your lives,” he’d said, “i know you think they’re hot, i know you’re weak, but don’t. you’re my best friends.” clyde was already halfway into swearing before you even processed what was happening. you laughed. rolled your eyes. said, “who do you think i am, some kind of menace?” but still linked your pinky with his, and maybe that was your first mistake. because deep down, some small reckless part of you already knew you were going to break it.
you didn’t plan to fall for lynn. it wasn’t like she made it easy, either. she was cocky and loud and constantly making dumb jokes at your expense—playfully, sure, but always toeing that line between teasing and flirting. she’d shove your shoulder when you were walking down the hall, steal your fries during lunch, wrestle you to the couch when you beat her in mario kart. and it should’ve just been friendly. normal best friend’s sister behavior. but there was something in the way she looked at you when the room got quiet. something that made your stomach twist and your chest buzz in the most dangerous, exciting way.
it started with texts. weirdly long ones, late at night, about nothing at all—shows she was watching, dumb things her coach said, how annoying her siblings were. you started replying faster than you meant to. started looking forward to them. started overthinking every emoji she used, every word. and then one day she called you cute. not in a “haha loser” kind of way. just quiet. casual. like she didn’t even realize she’d said it. and your brain short-circuited.
from there, it spiraled fast. a movie night at her house turned into you two curled up under the same blanket, not even watching the movie anymore. a stupid dare turned into a kiss that neither of you backed away from. by the time she walked you home that night, both of you were in too deep to pretend it was nothing.
you tried to keep it chill at first. no labels, no pressure. just seeing what this was. but the problem was: this was good. so good it hurt. lynn was funny and bold and secretly kind in the way she always brought you your favorite snack without saying anything or remembered what song you liked even if you only mentioned it once. she made you feel like you could breathe, like you didn’t have to hide, like maybe for once someone actually saw you the way you saw them. and the worst part? you couldn’t tell anyone.
well—not anyone. clyde figured it out almost immediately. he walked into lincoln’s room during one of your “movie nights” and found a note from lynn in your backpack that said “you owe me 1 (one) kiss for saying ‘slay’ during gym today.” he screamed. like actually screamed. but once he stopped panic-flailing, he was chill about it. kind of. he told you to be careful. said lincoln would lose his mind. and he was right.
because lincoln… lincoln was weirdly overprotective. not just of his sisters but of his image of you. you were his ride-or-die. the “non-messy” one. the one he could trust not to be dramatic. and even though he had no real reason, he made it very clear that his sisters were off-limits like you were gonna walk into the loud house and seduce half his family or something. which, okay, fair—now that you were secretly making out with lynn in the basement whenever you visited, maybe he wasn’t totally wrong. but still. the hypocrisy was killing you.
you and lynn tried to be subtle. flirty texts with fake names in your phones. quick hand squeezes under the table. stolen kisses behind the garage. it was stupid and exhilarating, and every time you saw lincoln obliviously ranting about his newest comic idea, you felt a little guilty. but then lynn would smirk at you across the room or brush your arm on purpose and you’d forget how to care.
the secret didn’t last forever, obviously. it was a saturday afternoon and you were hanging out in lincoln’s room, supposedly helping him and clyde brainstorm some sci-fi short film that none of you were ever going to finish. lynn had “accidentally” wandered in like four times already, offering snacks and stealing clyde’s seat just to get closer to you. lincoln told her to go away every time, and she did, but the grin she gave you on the way out made your pulse spike.
clyde had left to grab drinks. lincoln was busy flipping through his sketchbook, distracted. and you? you made a dumb choice. lynn poked her head in one last time and mouthed, “five minutes?” and you nodded without thinking. when lincoln finally got a phone call and walked out of the room, you followed lynn to the kitchen.
you didn’t even make it that far. she pulled you into the hallway, kissed you before you could say anything. it was soft, quick, the kind of kiss that shouldn’t have meant as much as it did. you were giggling, breathless, forehead pressed to hers when you heard it—the worst sound in the world.
you turned. and there was lincoln. holding two sodas. frozen. eyes wide. staring at you like the world had just ended.
lynn’s hand slipped out of yours. you felt like you were about to throw up.
“you’re kissing my sister?” he asked, voice way too loud.
you opened your mouth. closed it. tried to say something calm and reassuring but all that came out was a pathetic little “it’s not what it looks like.”
he blinked. “you just kissed her. what else could it possibly be?”
lynn stepped forward, arms crossed now, like she was daring him to say something worse. “it is what it looks like, actually. we’re together.”
you wished she hadn’t said that. not because it wasn’t true, but because the way lincoln’s face crumpled made something in your chest break.
“you swore,” he said to you. “you promised.”
you told him you didn’t plan for it to happen. that it just did. that lynn wasn’t just “his sister” to you, she was something more, and you didn’t want to lie anymore. he shook his head. said he needed space. left without another word.
clyde came back to you and lynn sitting on the kitchen floor, silent. he handed you both your sodas and just sat next to you in solidarity, the realest third wheel alive.
lincoln didn’t talk to you for a week. then two. he avoided you at school, left your group chats on read, wouldn’t even make eye contact when you crossed paths. it sucked. not just because of the guilt, but because he wasn’t just some random friend. he was lincoln. your day-one. your dumb, dramatic, comic-book-obsessed best friend who used to call you at midnight just to talk about conspiracy theories and candy rankings.
but time passed. and eventually, he came around. clyde helped. lynn did too, in her own lynn way—by refusing to apologize for dating you but promising not to make out with you in front of him that much.
you and lincoln sat on his porch one day in awkward silence before he finally said, “you could’ve told me, y’know.”
he looked at you. “do you love her?”
you stared at the sky for a second. then nodded again. “yeah. i do.”
he sighed. long and loud. “fine. but if you break her heart, i’m legally obligated to fight you.”
you stayed on that porch for another hour, just sitting. not totally healed, not totally the same—but maybe a little closer to it.
and lynn texted you later that night: did my idiot brother threaten u? also do u wanna come over i miss ur face.
you replied: yes and yes.
and you went. because maybe you broke a promise. maybe you messed up. but if loving lynn was the mistake, you’d make it again. every time.
divider by strangergraphics!
hope you enjoyed! i’ve got a lot of requests and am trying to get through them asap
