request from @clarisselaruesfemmegf
here’s 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, you’d noticed her laughing a little too much when Anthony LaRusso was around. She teased him, gave him pointers in training, and—worst of all—looked 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 couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“Having fun with Anthony?” you asked, tossing your bag over your shoulder, trying to sound casual.
Devon blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Uh… yeah? He’s finally starting to get the hang of things. Why?”
Your tone came out sharper than you intended. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”
Her brows furrowed. “So? We’re in the same dojo. I’m just helping him.”
“Right,” you muttered, heat creeping up your neck. “Helping him or… something else?”
Devon froze, eyes widening. “Wait—are you seriously jealous of Anthony LaRusso?”
“I’m not jealous,” you shot back, though your voice cracked. “I just think it’s weird that you suddenly care so much about him.”
That’s when her temper flared. “Wow. So I can’t be nice to someone without you making it a big deal? Do you even trust me?”
The sting of her words hit you hard. “Forget it,” you said quickly, avoiding her eyes. “Clearly I was wrong.”
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 pride—and the fear of being right—kept your words locked in your throat.
But Devon couldn’t take it anymore.
On the fourth day, she showed up at your locker after school, arms crossed, eyes determined. “Okay, this has gone on long enough. We need to talk.”
You sighed, closing your locker slowly. “Devon, I—”
“No, let me go first,” she interrupted, voice firm but softening. “I don’t like Anthony. At all. I was just trying to help him out because, honestly, he’s clueless sometimes. That’s it.”
You blinked, stunned into silence.
“And,” she continued, biting her lip nervously, “the reason I got so mad that night is because… the person I actually like was standing right in front of me accusing me of liking someone else.”
Your breath caught. “Wait—you mean…?”
Devon nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. You. It’s you. It’s been you for a while, actually.”
Your heart flipped. The tension you’d been carrying finally broke, replaced by something warmer, lighter. “Devon… I thought I was the only one.”
Her eyes widened before breaking into the biggest grin. “You mean you—?”
“Yeah,” you admitted, smiling despite yourself. “I like you too.”
Devon laughed, a sound full of relief, before pulling you into a hug. “God, we’re idiots,” she mumbled against your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you agreed, hugging her back tightly. “But at least we’re idiots together now.”
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so sorry for how late this is I’ve just been settling school and wtv but I’m back
