I’m 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. You’re 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.
“How’s the party?? You don’t understand how me and Gun are missing out, I swear to god business has been SO SLOW-“
A sob left you and his cheery tone left along with it.
His tone now sincere and concerned once your tears rolled and sobs left more freely.
“Goo, I need you to- look I’m ok alright, I just- I need you to pick me up please-“
A deeper voice in the background of his call spoke and Goo shushed him.
“Hey hey hey, I’m on my way. Yeah? I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I promise.”
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 Goo’s expensive coat.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SUPERVISED?!”
You flinch at Goo’s 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.
“Everything’s gonna be ok. I love you.”
He stoked over your locks.
You didn’t 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.
The leather wheel clenched under this hands as he squeezed the wheel, letting out a groan of protest.
Gun’s glare shot to Goo’s clenched jaw as he drove, pissed off.
“Breaking your fucking car won’t fix shit.”
“Fucking kids. Kids, Gun. Fucking kids cut off half her head!”
“Calm down, don’t let her hear you. She already had to go through it.”
Goo ran a hand over his face while seething, his glasses pushed up to his head.
“I need to kill someone.”
They were both at a loss.
Goo’s 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 you’d look like a tiny fairy. Long hair he’d design into styles that you’d pick from Pinterest and he’d 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.
Being criminals only stumped them both.
“I could hire kids to kick their asses.”
Goo almost agreed before realising it could link back to his little sister and chose not to answer.
Gun sighed and swallowed his gum.
Goo’s 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.
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 Gun’s scarred but grinning face. The grin he did once he found something interesting.
A slight ‘Hmpf’ 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.
“You’re making me jealous now.”
You blink before looking at your brother who was smiling.
“I gotta say, if I wasn’t in…..’business’ I’d be doing this.”
He shakes out your short hair with a grin.
“Let’s make it blonde and we both can look like flash Gordon-“
“For god sake Goo- she doesn’t need your Jeffery Dahmer hair colour.”
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 Goo’s 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 teacher’s voice barely made a difference from the lack of her care of the bullying…….
Goo’s 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 girl’s 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 girl’s scream silenced once Goo’s 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: ‘buy yourself something nice.’
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 maybe……you were loved.
(Yes I copied that one movie scene I forgot the name of the movie too-)
