Emma Watson, Florence Pugh, Elizabeth Olsen, oneshots (GxG)

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞?⚌𝐄.𝐖

If you were to look at pictures of Y/N Y/L/N and her wife Emma Watson. You would think they live the perfect life.

But that was far from it.

Y/N's and Emma's relationship was great. But that all came crashing down when they got married.

The first couple of months were perfect. Too perfect. Then jealousy came.

"I thought you were going out with your co-workers. You said nothing about one-on-one with someone you know who has a crush on you!"

"Oh my gosh. Emma, she is a FRIEND. FRIEND. We got lunch and that was it."

"You wouldn't like it if I did would you?"

"I wouldn't mind. Because you are an adult and I don't control you."

They tried couples therapy which worked for a while until it didn't.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" The therapist asks.

"We don't work."

"Way to be blunt, Y/N." You roll your eyes at your wife's comment. Taking note of the therapist writing something down.

"Well, why don't you work?"

"We've been fighting all the time."

"It's not that bad." Emma counters.

You look at her incredulously, "Em! We're arguing about whether we argue or not!"

They would constantly fight, and argue. Harsh words were thrown.

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND EMMA. HE JUST WANTS TO GET IN YOUR PANTS."

"SO YOU DONT TRUST ME? I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO YOU!"

"That's what you said before ain't it?" Y/N mutters and Emma falters.

Emma immediately thought back to when they started dating, hidden from the public. Emma had a 'friend' that she ended up sleeping with. When Y/N found out she was livid.

Emma tried to reason saying that it was her fear of coming out to the public. That it would never happen again.

And Y/N forgave her but never forgot.

Y/N sometimes felt she was the only one actually trying to save them.

"Can we talk?"

"Talk about what, Y/N? There's nothing to talk about."

That was a lie. There indeed was a lot to talk about.

There was just a rumor flying around that Emma and her co-worker, slept together. You knew it wasn't true.

But the way Emma avoided talking about it, made you wonder.

"That's bullshit and you know it!"

"It's not bullshit! Okay, they are nothing but rumors!"

"Then why avoid the conversation?"

She scoffs, "I'm not dealing with this right now." She stands up walking out the door. You growl in anger.

Now, arguments never got physical but they were close. Emma pressed you about a sensitive topic, and you snapped.

"I SAID LEAVE IT!" Your fist hits the wall beside her, making her jump.

You immediately realize what happened and back away from her, tripping over the couch as you do.

"E-Em.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." You say shakily holding your now bruised fist.