Lesbian one shots

we didn't come this far not to be happy- Lynn x Y/n

Lynn Wilms x Y/n L/n

The flickering glow of the streetlights seeped through the thin curtains of our bedroom, casting restless shadows on the walls. My eyes darted to the clock on the nightstand: 2:47 AM. An uneasy feeling gnawed at my stomach as I turned to the empty side of the bed. Lynn was gone again. I tried to calm the storm brewing inside me, the doubts that had been simmering for weeks. She always had an excuse, always a reason to leave in the middle of the night. But the excuses were wearing thin, and my patience along with them. I couldn't ignore the signs any longer. The hushed phone calls, the sudden changes in plans, the evasive answers. I had to know the truth.

I slipped out of bed, throwing on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. My heart pounded as I grabbed my keys, heading out into the chilly night. The engine roared to life, and I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my mind racing with thoughts of what I might find. The drive to the bar felt like an eternity. Each red light, each turn, only heightened my anxiety. The bar was a familiar place, one we'd gone to many times together. But tonight, it held a different significance. As I pulled into the parking lot, my suspicions were confirmed. Lynn's car was parked near the entrance.

I parked a few spaces away, my hands trembling as I turned off the engine. The neon lights of the bar's sign flickered above, casting an eerie glow on the scene. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I might find inside. Pushing open the door, I was met with the hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and the low murmur of a jukebox playing a classic rock tune. I scanned the room, my eyes finally landing on her. Lynn was seated at a corner table, her back to me. She wasn't alone. A woman sat across from her, leaning in close. They were laughing, their heads almost touching. The intimacy between them was undeniable. It wasn't the laughter of old friends or the polite conversation of strangers. It was something more, something that twisted my insides with a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

I stood there, frozen, watching as Lynn reached out and touched the woman's arm, her fingers lingering a moment too long. The rage that had been simmering inside me boiled over. I turned on my heel, storming out of the bar and back to my car. My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel, my vision blurred by tears of fury and betrayal. The drive home was a blur of emotions. Anger, sadness, confusion all mingled together in a chaotic whirlwind. How could she do this to me? After everything we'd been through, how could she betray me like this? By the time I pulled into our driveway, the rage had solidified into a cold determination. I would confront her in the morning. I would demand the truth.

I barely slept that night, my mind replaying the scene at the bar over and over. When dawn finally broke, I got up, unable to wait any longer. I found her in the living room, sitting on the couch, sipping her morning coffee as if nothing had happened. She looked up as I entered, a smile playing on her lips.

"Morning," she said casually, taking another sip of her coffee. "You're up early." I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Lynn, we need to talk." She raised an eyebrow, setting her mug down. "About what?"
"About where you were last night," I said, my voice trembling with the effort to keep my anger in check. Lynn's smile faltered. "What do you mean?"
"I went to the bar," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I saw you with her." Her eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed. "You followed me?"
"What was I supposed to do, Lynn? You've been disappearing in the middle of the night, acting strange, and I had to know what was going on." Lynn stood up, her expression shifting from surprise to anger. "You had no right to follow me."
"I had every right," I shot back. "I'm your girlfriend. I deserve to know if you're cheating on me."
"Cheating?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You think I'm cheating on you?"
"I saw you, Lynn," I said, my voice breaking. "I saw you with her. You were laughing, touching her. It wasn't just a friendly chat."
Lynn took a step back, running a hand through her hair. "It's not what you think."
"Then what is it?" I demanded. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks pretty clear." She took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping. "Her name is Marcia. She's... she's a friend."
"A friend?" I scoffed. "Friends don't look at each other like that." Lynn looked away, her jaw clenched. "It's complicated."
"Then explain it to me," I said, my voice softening. "Make me understand, because right now, all I feel is betrayed."

She turned back to me, her eyes glistening with tears. "I met Marcia a few months ago. We started talking, and it felt good to have someone to talk to. Someone who wasn't part of our life, who didn't know everything about us. It was just... an escape."
"An escape from what?" I asked, my heart aching. "From me?"
"No," she said quickly. "From the pressure, the expectations. It's hard sometimes, being perfect for each other. And with you, I didn't want to burden you with my worries."
"So you turned to her instead," I said, the hurt evident in my voice. Lynn stepped closer, reaching out to touch my arm. "I never meant for it to go this far. I never wanted to hurt you. But nothing happened, I swear. It was just talking, just... companionship." I looked into her eyes, searching for the truth. "Why didn't you come to me, Lynn? Why didn't you tell me you were struggling?"
"I was scared," she admitted. "Scared of disappointing you, of making you think I couldn't handle it."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I brushed them away angrily. "We're supposed to be a team, Lynn. We're supposed to face everything together. If you can't come to me, then what do we have?" She took my hands in hers, squeezing them tightly. "We have us. And I don't want to lose that. I'm sorry, for everything. For not being honest, for pushing you away. I love you, and I want to fix this." I pulled my hands away, needing space to think. "I don't know if I can just forget what I saw. It's going to take time, and trust has to be rebuilt." Lynn nodded, her eyes filled with remorse. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes. Just... please, don't give up on us." I took a deep breath, the weight of the night's events pressing down on me. "I won't give up, Lynn. But this isn't going to be easy. We need to talk, to be honest with each other. No more secrets." She nodded, a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips. "No more secrets." As I sat down on the couch, Lynn joined me, a tentative silence settling between us. "Talk to me next time ok?"
"Ok"
"We didn't come this far, just to come this far and not be happy"

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