The Not Wedding | g.s.
pairing: gojo x reader
summary: the aftermath of gojo ruining the happiest day of your life. <3
warnings: noneÂ
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exposed as a liar and a cheat, the mere sight of the man that you were scheduled to spend the rest of your life with nearly had you doubled over in a dry heave.Â
you felt sick to your stomach. humiliation threatened to eat you alive and you were left speechless while handfuls of sets of eyes burned holes into your skin, watching the catastrophe play out at the hands of satoru.Â
his invite to the wedding wasn’t genuine, you had only extended it to be nice, neither of you truly considering that he would actually show up, never mind showing up with just a little too much alcohol in his system and far too much information on his tongue.Â
when you tried to advise him as quietly as you could manage that he ought to go home, he fought against you, gradually getting louder, and acting a fool. as if his behavior hadn’t been embarrassing enough, he took things several steps further.
 in front of all 62 of your guests, gojo told you with far too much amusement in his voice, that your doting husband-to-be had been fucking one of your bridesmaids for a couple of weeks now.Â
the way he talked about it, it was like it was one big joke to him. and that was what was hurting you the most. he had no idea how much pain you were in, what was meant to be the happiest day of your life had quickly and easily become one of the worst, every single good thing that you had built up for this very moment was crashing down around you and for him, it was just another sunday afternoon.Â
there wasn’t anything else for you to do besides get off of the altar and run passed the venue full of people that had pity in their eyes and grimaces on their faces. you would never forget the looks on their faces.Â
the first wave of tears fell as soon as the fresh air hit your face. you were heartbroken and humiliated. and why wouldn’t you be? he decided to do this now. here, in front of everybody. you looked foolish, you looked like a dumbass, and he didn’t even care. when he was airing out the dirty laundry, he wasn’t even looking at you because none of this was really about you. it was about him and how badly he wanted to be chosen by you. and for what? for him to tail and run when the realization finally hit that you choosing him would entail him vowing to commit to one person for the rest of his life? he wanted you, but casually. he wanted you to want him even though he didn't wanna be tied down.
he wanted to be your number one, for you to wear his name on a jersey while he was out playing the field, and that's the kind of person he was.Â
he was the type that had selfish desires, the type to drag out dirty secrets in broad daylight in front of an audience and publicly destroy your relationship without stopping, even for a second, to think about how it made you look.Â
gojo satoru was the type of man to ruin you in public and chase you in private, feigning oblivion to all that he had done.Â
he followed you all the way outside, catching hold of your hand, begging you to wait.
you snatched your hand from his hold and whipped around to face him, your face hot and reddened, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“don’t touch me, don’t you ever touch me, you humiliated me!” you shrieked through your tears.Â
his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted, putting on a show of confusion as if the events that just transpired were escaping him. “I didn’t, I... the guy was a liar and a cheat, angel, I did this for you-”
“you didn’t do it for me! you don’t do anything in your life for anyone else, ever, you do it for you! you didn’t embarrass me in front of everyone for my benefit, you weren't trying to be my hero, you were trying to win, because gojo satoru just has to win at everything,”
he thought about denying everything but he’d only be adding onto the damage that had already been done. shit, he screwed up so badly. how did he let it all get away from him like this?
“you did this for you, and I cannot believe that you would hurt me like that-”
“I wouldn’t-”
he frowned, reaching out with both hands to touch your face but you pushed his hands away, swallowing down a sob and keeping your head turned to the side. the way that you were feeling about him right now, you never thought you could that way about him, ever. he had put you through a whole lot, and you had been through a lot together. you loved him with everything you had, and you thought that you always would. but at this very second, your heart was broken and he played a part in it. and you couldn’t stand the sight of him.Â
“don’t touch me, you...”
you could’ve given in to your anger. after everything, it probably would’ve given you some sort of sick momentary relief, and you really had nothing else to lose, but what was the point? you didn't want to obliterate him the way that he had done to you. you wanted to go home, take off the beautiful dress that wouldn’t be put to any use, and do your best to forget every last detail of the day. and you definitely didn't want to see his face again.
“just leave me alone.”