Iām starting to get inspo from sad yet satisfying stories:
Goo x little sister reader (platonic):
The tears that pricked your eyes stung far worse now that they had been repressed for so long.
The uneven length of your hair only started to look worse the longer you looked at it, your hands trembled as the mothers outside the bathroom door all talked and shook their heads disappointedly. None of them could get answers out the girls who supposed played hairstyles with all the girls.
A soft sob left you as you scrolled through the four contacts on your phone. Your older brother insisted on a phone at 8 years old. Youāre in his custody after all.
Your finger trembled before it clicked over his name and the dreaded but desperate dial rang.
Your heart only hurt more once you could hear how excited he was.
āHowās the party?? You donāt understand how me and Gun are missing out, I swear to god business has been SO SLOW-ā
A sob left you and his cheery tone left along with it.
āā¦..Y/N. What happened?ā
His tone now sincere and concerned once your tears rolled and sobs left more freely.
āGoo, I need you to- look Iām ok alright, I just- I need you to pick me up please-ā
A deeper voice in the background of his call spoke and Goo shushed him.
āHey hey hey, Iām on my way. Yeah? Iāll be there in 5 minutes. I promise.ā
āāāāāāāāāāāāā
Your stare out the window was lifeless. Goo argued with the moms who were supposedly incharge of this shit show in the first place. The big man in front glanced at you through the rear view mirror through his shades. His scary eyes were uncharacteristically softer once his gaze landed on the unevenly cut hair and your tear face, your tiny form swallowed by Gooās expensive coat.
āWHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SUPERVISED?!ā
You flinch at Gooās shriek, he stormed back to the car with a tight jaw and eyes narrowed. You watch him stand by your door and take a deep breath. His hand latched onto the door handle and he pulled it open before his hands reached out to wipe your face.
āEverythingās gonna be ok. I love you.ā
He stoked over your locks.
You didnāt respond from your upset state and Goo nodded to himself, seemingly growing more pissed at the situation before he ruffled your hair and put your baby blue, cat eared, multicoloured LED lights beats over your ears before closing the door.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
The leather wheel clenched under this hands as he squeezed the wheel, letting out a groan of protest.
Gunās glare shot to Gooās clenched jaw as he drove, pissed off.
āBreaking your fucking car wonāt fix shit.ā
āFucking kids. Kids, Gun. Fucking kids cut off half her head!ā
āCalm down, donāt let her hear you. She already had to go through it.ā
Goo ran a hand over his face while seething, his glasses pushed up to his head.
āI need to kill someone.ā
They were both at a loss.
Gooās eyes flicked up to see you asleep. The beats he brought you gleaming a rainbow light, but the uneven hair length once again pissed him off. Part of your scalp visible.
He spent ages, ages growing out your hair. He loved how youād look like a tiny fairy. Long hair heād design into styles that youād pick from Pinterest and heād search and practice for hours on tutorials.
The helplessness stumped them both. Gun itched for a cigarette but the child in the car left him chewing strawberry gum instead. Meanwhile your big brother resisted the urge to traumatise you by smashing his head on the wheel and waking you up in the process.
Gun glared out the window.
āYou could try suing.ā
āBe fucking for real.ā
Being criminals only stumped them both.
āI could hire kids to kick their asses.ā
Goo almost agreed before realising it could link back to his little sister and chose not to answer.
Gun sighed and swallowed his gum.
āāāāāāāāāāāā
Gooās hold on the longer side of your hair left you anxious, upset, all the negative feelings your mind could muster. He evened it with his fingers as he measured out the new length, needed for it to look even.
āHere we go princess.ā
A snip sounded and Gun sat in the corner, his elbows rested on his knees, seeing you now sporting a slightly long pixie cut.
Your gaze drifted from Gunās scarred but grinning face. The grin he did once he found something interesting.
A slight āHmpfā sounded from the corner before your eyes darted to the pink haired idol sitting on the couch in the corner. Watching the whole ordeal as support.
āYouāre making me jealous now.ā
You blink before looking at your brother who was smiling.
āI gotta say, if I wasnāt inā¦..ābusinessā Iād be doing this.ā
He shakes out your short hair with a grin.
āLetās make it blonde and we both can look like flash Gordon-ā
āFor god sake Goo- she doesnāt need your Jeffery Dahmer hair colour.ā
āāāāāāāāāāā
Goo walked you to class, his big hand engulfed yours as the man had heavily insisted on walking you in, regardless of the bumbling principle denying it.
Your class room was full to the brim before Goo walked you to your desk. Some of the kids watched in curiosity as the man sat you down. His blue, expensively branded suit and golden tie, stood him out like a sore thumb.
He took out your books for you and pushed your bangs out your face before speaking to you in a soft tone.
A whiney and shrilly voice spoke out and Gooās head snapped to the little girl with blondey hair and a very mean word of a smile he wanted to scream at the girl.
She continued with a taunty voice. You swallowed and instinctively looked down in shame. The teacherās voice barely made a difference from the lack of her care of the bullyingā¦ā¦.
Gooās jaw clenched as a visible vein popped out. No wonder this shit happened.
He stands and walks around a few desks before aggressively spinning the girlās desk and throwing a fire extinguisher so close to her head that her blonde hair was scathed. The wall behind her was broken through once the fire extinguisher broke through.
The girlās scream silenced once Gooās glare stayed on her. And the teacher stood in fearful shock.
Goo only walked to the desk and roughly spun in back into place. Leaving her traumatised and frozen. Good. Goo thought to himself.
His steps echoed along the stairs of the school as he sent a grand into your bank account with a small message of: ābuy yourself something nice.ā
He proudly put his hands in his pockets before heading off with a happy whistle and little jump in his step.
Meanwhile you sat there. A sudden and loving realisation that maybeā¦ā¦you were loved.
(Yes I copied that one movie scene I forgot the name of the movie too-)
