𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 / 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔
or:
a bitter (but knowing) arachne crashes diana’s wedding years after they end things.
[this wasn’t one of the most requested of my options but i love these two so much and wanted to write this BAD. enjoy <3]
Arachne ground her teeth together so hard she was certain the people surrounding her could hear it. A church wedding. Bullshit. Arachne couldn’t even be bothered to learn the guy’s name.
She stared daggers at Diana as she slowly walked down the aisle, as if she would see Arachne’s glare. The beautiful bride who was surely so excited to marry the love of her life. Bullshit again! All of this was!
What was Diana thinking? It’s not like this is what she wanted. Her mother, maybe. Weird, because Diana had always talked a big game about leaving her mom and her stupid Mormon ideals behind.
Truth be told, Arachne was just plain bitter. Being here was probably a bad idea in the first place- she wasn’t even invited. But there were so many people here, what was an extra face? And security wasn’t tight either.
The reception dragged on painstakingly long- Arachne could’ve sworn that she heard the old couple behind her snoring at one point. When it was over, Diana disappeared. Off to change out of her long-ass dress, most likely.
Arachne slipped away from the party. Luckily, because her presence wasn’t wanted in the first place, her absence went unnoticed as she walked down the halls, her heels clicking on the floor and her red wine glass nearly spilling at least 4 seperate times.
Arachne heard faint laughter from a room and turned abruptly, pushing the already cracked door open. Diana sat with her mother in a shorter white dress. Better for dancing, Arachne supposed.
Diana’s smile faltered for a good few seconds before it was replaced by a fake, blinding grin. “Arachne! So kind of you to make it. Mom, do you mind?”
Diana’s mother looked furious at her daughter, and her eyes were angrily laser focused on Arachne standing in the doorway. “I thought you two weren’t friends anymore.” The disdain in her voice was clear.
Diana’s mother never fully knew about Arachne and Diana, but the old bat had always had an inkling about what was going on. Of course, the idea that her perfect daughter was sneaking around, going against the church, only helped her hatred for Arachne grow, and clearly that hatred hadn’t faded over these years.
“We are. Started talking again just earlier this year.” Diana said, giving her mother an eager smile, urging her from the room with hand gestures.
The older woman went reluctantly, making a show of staying as far away from Arachne as possible.
Arachne scoffed after a moment, being sure that Diana’s mother had walked far enough down the hallway to give the two of them any privacy.
Diana stared up at Arachne almost dejectedly, like a kid caught doing something bad. “What are you doing here?”
Arachne narrowed her eyes at Diana, leaning against the door frame and taking a long, slow sip of her wine. “The better question is what you’re doing here.”
Diana looked down at her hands, picking at her fingers. A nervous habit. Arachne hadn’t forgotten.
“I love him.” Diana said, but her voice was weak and unconvincing.
“Who the fuck even is he?” Arachne scoffed. “Just some… guy?!”
Diana bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to look up from her hands and stop playing with the uncomfortable, heavy diamond ring on her finger.
“No. He’s a good guy.” Diana said, but it once again just sounded like Diana was convincing herself rather than Arachne.
“You don’t want this. You know you don’t. Why would you put yourself through this? You don’t like that guy. You don’t even like guys in general!” Arachne seethed, her volume raising.
Diana’s face twisted up at that with a mixture of emotions, shushing Arachne but once again not making eye contact with her. “I do. I’m bi. I love… I like guys.”
Arachne let out a bitter chuckle. This was certainly not her place, but it didn’t matter to her anymore. “You know you’re just lying to yourself. You’re not fooling anyone. Except maybe that idiot out there that has the matching ring to yours.”
Diana stood up, letting out an exasperated huff. “Just… stop, Arachne! It’s done!”
Arachne clamped her jaw again, and she set down her wine glass. “What’s this even for? Why would you do this to yourself?!” She said, raising her voice again.
She walked up to Diana, grabbing her wrist. “Listen to me, Diana Ring. You’re going to regret this for the rest of your life. And you know it. When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night 30 years from now, you know you’ll be nothing more than his wife.” She spat, her voice bitter.
“And when you think about me,” She continued, “all of those years ago? When you think about what I’m telling you now? You’ll be standing face to face with ‘I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!’”
Diana’s face was contorted in conflict. She couldn’t let Arachne tear all of this down, this perfect image she’d created, this perfect life she’d created. But she wanted her to. So badly.
“You know you can’t lie to yourself. Maybe to your mom, maybe to your brother, and you can try and lie to me, but you can’t lie to yourself, Didi.” Arachne said, dropping Diana’s wrist. Diana’s arms went limp at her sides. The nickname felt like venom in Arachne’s mouth.
“You know what you feel. And you’d have to stop the fucking earth from spinning to stop that feeling.” Arachne added, grabbing her wineglass from the side table and storming out.
