request from @clarisselaruesfemmegf
hereβs your (really late ik) request !
| mixed signals |
devon lee x fem! reader
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You and Devon had been best friends since she first walked into Cobra Kai, all fire and ambition. Training together turned into hanging out after practice, study sessions, and countless late-night text convos that usually ended in memes and inside jokes.
Lately, though, youβd noticed her laughing a little too much when Anthony LaRusso was around. She teased him, gave him pointers in training, andβworst of allβlooked genuinely happy while doing it.
At first, you brushed it off. Devon was bubbly with everyone. But the more you watched, the more that ache in your chest grew.
One night after practice, you couldnβt keep it in anymore.
βHaving fun with Anthony?β you asked, tossing your bag over your shoulder, trying to sound casual.
Devon blinked, clearly caught off guard. βUhβ¦ yeah? Heβs finally starting to get the hang of things. Why?β
Your tone came out sharper than you intended. βYouβve been spending a lot of time with him.β
Her brows furrowed. βSo? Weβre in the same dojo. Iβm just helping him.β
βRight,β you muttered, heat creeping up your neck. βHelping him orβ¦ something else?β
Devon froze, eyes widening. βWaitβare you seriously jealous of Anthony LaRusso?β
βIβm not jealous,β you shot back, though your voice cracked. βI just think itβs weird that you suddenly care so much about him.β
Thatβs when her temper flared. βWow. So I canβt be nice to someone without you making it a big deal? Do you even trust me?β
The sting of her words hit you hard. βForget it,β you said quickly, avoiding her eyes. βClearly I was wrong.β
You walked away before she could say anything else, heart pounding with a mix of regret and frustration.
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The next few days were rough. You barely spoke outside of practice. The silence felt heavier than any sparring match. You wanted to apologize, but prideβand the fear of being rightβkept your words locked in your throat.
But Devon couldnβt take it anymore.
On the fourth day, she showed up at your locker after school, arms crossed, eyes determined. βOkay, this has gone on long enough. We need to talk.β
You sighed, closing your locker slowly. βDevon, Iββ
βNo, let me go first,β she interrupted, voice firm but softening. βI donβt like Anthony. At all. I was just trying to help him out because, honestly, heβs clueless sometimes. Thatβs it.β
You blinked, stunned into silence.
βAnd,β she continued, biting her lip nervously, βthe reason I got so mad that night is becauseβ¦ the person I actually like was standing right in front of me accusing me of liking someone else.β
Your breath caught. βWaitβyou meanβ¦?β
Devon nodded, cheeks flushed. βYeah. You. Itβs you. Itβs been you for a while, actually.β
Your heart flipped. The tension youβd been carrying finally broke, replaced by something warmer, lighter. βDevonβ¦ I thought I was the only one.β
Her eyes widened before breaking into the biggest grin. βYou mean youβ?β
βYeah,β you admitted, smiling despite yourself. βI like you too.β
Devon laughed, a sound full of relief, before pulling you into a hug. βGod, weβre idiots,β she mumbled against your shoulder.
βYeah,β you agreed, hugging her back tightly. βBut at least weβre idiots together now.β
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so sorry for how late this is Iβve just been settling school and wtv but Iβm back
