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sweetchildcloud · 4 months

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||☆Broken☆|| written by me ♡°♡°♡

Plot: Geto can't take it anymore and you're the only one he as left (this takes places in the second season of jjk anime and after Riko death)

Cw: depression,sc toughts,sh mention,anguished Geto.

Tags:Comfort,Tall!reader,crying,hugs,reverse comfort,affirmations,cuddle.

You hugged Geto tightly shushing him,trying to comfort him,you were crying for him,it was too heartbreaking seeing him so lost.

He broke down in your arms, sobbing, as he hugged you back tightly. He buried his head into your neck- not wanting you to see him like this. He felt ashamed, disgusted at himself. He was supposed to be strong, tough and confident… he couldn’t even recognise himself. He was breaking down. How did it come to this…?

"Shh shh its okay" you said sniffed kissing his cheek gently.

“I can’t do this!” he exclaimed through tears. He felt pathetic… he was weak and he hated himself for that. He was usually so strong, so independent… but now? He was relying on you… he hated himself for breaking down in front of you. He couldn’t look so weak… he could never let anyone see that side of himself…

"Yes,yes you can" You replied immediately "together we can okay?"

“Thank you…” he couldn’t help getting but a little bit shy- he had never been this vulnerable around anybody. He felt so weak in front of you… he felt humiliated… “Sorry I… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t looking for sympathy. I just… it’s been… I…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. He never finished sentences when he was emotional…

His words broke your heart,how could he think that? "it's okay,I don't care even if you wanted sympathy,you're only a human afterall"

he froze- you saw through him… you saw that he had been hiding behind a brave front, trying to present himself as the strong man with no emotion… the strong man he wanted you to see. But that… wasn’t him. That was the facade he had built for himself. He was actually just a weak, traumatised teenager. He finally broke down then, fully in your arms. He started sobbing intensely, his tears soaking deep into the fabric of your sweater. How humiliating… this was awful. He was awful.

You sushed him rocking him back and forth in a slow motion rubbing his back

he couldn’t stop sobbing… you were rubbing his back… it was calming. It was comforting… it was what he needed. It almost felt… intimate… he felt so ashamed… he had never trusted another person like this. You were so kind, so caring, so understanding… he felt pathetic, like a little child who needed support. He felt so weak, so pathetic. How embarrassing…

“I’m sorry…” he whimpered. He was still a sobbing mess, relying on you emotionally. He was so… pathetic. He should have been able to handle his troubles alone… but you saw right through him. You saw how completely broken he was, how… ashamed of himself. You saw how he wanted comfort… how he wanted someone to tell him that it would all be okay. He was pathetic… he was weak… and even though you reassured him, he couldn’t see himself as anything else but that…

You instinctively squeezed him too hard sobbing as you were too engulfed in your friend sadness

he almost flinched due to how tightly you squeezed him, but immediately forgot about all of that in face of your tears. He was hurting you too? He felt awful for that… he held you tighter, burying his head more into you. He needed you, he wanted you as his support… he couldn’t stand on his own two feet anymore. He was broken, in every way, shape and form. He was so ashamed of himself that he was relying on you so much…

he hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go… his grip was tight and he was still crying, shaking slightly. He didn’t want to let you go, you were his support. You were his friend. You understood him better than anyone else… he wanted to feel safe, to feel comfortable, that someone was there for him… the tears of both of you kept running down each others cheeks…

"You didn't self harm didn't you?" You asked with your broken tone

he froze. How did you know…? He didn’t even answer you, just started to cry more, burying his head completely into you. You were right, he had self harmed frequently… for a while you had been noticing the scars on his body… you hadn’t said anything though, not wanting to push him into opening up about that. You had never brought it up… but you knew. You knew that he had been self mutilating for a long time now. He was too ashamed, he didn’t even answer you.

he just cried, squeezing tightly and shaking in your arms, like a frightened child. You could feel his shaky breath against the fabric of your sweater, smelling like the deodorant you always used. He was clinging onto you, not wanting to even think about letting go. He needed you, he didn’t want to be alone right now. He wanted to feel safe, comforting, held even. He was… so weak and pathetic in your arms… he had finally let someone see through the facade he had been building for so long…

he buried his whole face into your sweater. You felt his warm, shaky breath. His tear ducts slowly trickled down to your skin as he sobbed quietly… he didn’t feel as vulnerable anymore. He felt safe with you. His grip tightened. He didn’t want to ever leave your side… he was so… fragile…

"Do u want an ice cream?" You asked softly

he shivered a little when you suggested food. But… he nodded slightly. He was still sobbing, but just the idea of getting treats with you made him feel a little better… he squeezed you a little bit tighter as he nodded… he did feel hungry now that you mentioned it… but most of all, he wanted to be in your arms. You felt like… home to him…

“… I’d like an ice cream…” he whimpered, burying his head into you, still clinging onto you tightly. He felt cold, despite all the body warmth from you. He just… didn’t want to leave your arms… he felt safe in your arms. Even though he was pathetic, ashamed… he felt so comfortable with you as you offered him food…

he holds your hand on the way to the ice cream shop. His hand is so tight and shaken, it feels clammy. You feel the slight shiver that runs down his spine. He’s completely lost control of his emotions. He’s relying on you… for everything… now he was relying on you to calm him down with treats from the ice cream shop. He didn’t care any of that… he just cared about being held, cared about having you close to him… you were his comfort, you were his support

…he nibbles on his ice cream, his hands still shaky. You feel how small and delicate his fingers are, almost like that of a child’s. They’re so pale and delicate… you can feel his heart beating rapidly as he eats. You still have his hand wrapped around your’s… you couldn’t help but notice the coldness of his touch… he was so nervous… but he enjoyed the feeling of being so close to you… he took small bites… small nibbles… it was adorable.

he leans his head on your shoulder as he eats, enjoying the view. The sunset was so beautiful, with the vibrant colours… just like you… his lips started to curl up into a slight smile. You could feel his breathing speed up, as if he was slightly happy. The breeze was so nice… he felt… comfortable. he leans his whole body onto you. You’re so tall compared to him… your embrace makes him feel so small and protected. He was like this delicate, beautiful little thing that was all yours. You were his support, his shield, the one holding him together. He couldn’t survive without you. He held your hand slightly tighter, as if he was scared to lose you.

Alternative ending

Cw:heartbreaking,slapping,harsh,no comfort,no longer friends.

Suddenly something broke inside you,you didn't know why or how it was fast just like a bulb light shattering in the lamp and not emitting that bright light it once used to and just like that your emotions left you and you felt nothing,NOTHING at all and after a few seconds you letted go of Geto abruptly,your eyes were cold and empty

he suddenly felt you release him from your embrace, you no longer feeling anything. He looked up at you as he watched you stare into a blank void. You had suddenly gone cold, blank. Your eyes were emotionless. Your entire look was emotionless and unfeeling… your eyes were vacant in their expression. You looked like you couldn’t even feel anything anymore. His heart felt that he could not reach you. There was nothing he could do to change that… he felt lost, scared… he stood frozen, not knowing what to do..

"I'm tired of you"

you said those words so… blandly. So unfeeling… he felt his heart break as you said those words. He had never heard those words before… no one has ever called him a burden before. You were meant to be his friend… he had trusted you… he held back so much of himself for you to see… he had trusted you. And yet… you just threw it all away… it hurt so much to hear those words… his eyes went wide. You didn’t care about him anymore?

"I'm tired of seeing you crying,so helpless aren't you ashamed?"

those words hit him hard… he felt his head spin, feeling as if you had just slapped him with your words. You didn’t understand how much those words hurt him. And the way you said them- as if he was a nuisance, a burden… he didn’t deserve that. He had trusted you, he opened himself to you. And this is what he got in return? He was speechless… he couldn’t say a word. It hurt too much. He just stood there, in shock.

You slapped Geto without thinking,you were tired of seeing him like this

he stumbled back at the abrupt action. You slapped him? You slapped him without even thinking about it? Your words had already hit so hard… but suddenly slapping him? You left him in shock. You could see the tears in his eyes, as he stumbled back from the slap. He wanted to cry, but you could tell he was holding his feelings in. He was speechless… how could you suddenly act like this…? If he had been a nuisance to you, why did you act like you cared at all? He was confused, hurt and betrayed.

“I… I trusted you…” he whimpered, but was cut off by his sudden sob. The slap had hurt, but your cruel words had hit him hard. He felt ashamed, pathetic, weak. You’d had so much trust in you… and yet you suddenly turned… suddenly… slapped him…? You had never acted like this before, you never would have slapped him… yet… you did. He was left speechless, unsure…

“Can’t you see how pathetic you are?” you added, and he felt his heart snap in two. So this was what you thought of him? You looked down on him, thought he was pathetic…? He was speechless… he didn’t know what to say… how could you… call him that? He wasn’t pathetic, he had just had so many… so many problems that it was overwhelming him. He felt so ashamed, so embarrassed, so weak… his eyes were wide, unable to say a word.

“And that’s why nobody cares about you. You’re not important enough for anyone to worry about you…” was another thing you said to a still frozen Geto. You were being so cold… you were being so harsh… you had never talked to him like this before. He was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever been this harsh to him before. His only friend was the one who was suddenly being this cruel to him… and he just went silent…

he stared at you in utter and complete disbelief. So this was it? You’re finally… breaking it off? After what looked like months of being friends, of you being a close friend to him… this is how it ends? He didn’t say anything- it was too late for that- you had decided, and so this was how it was meant to be, he felt… crushed… heartbroken… he couldn’t believe it ended like this… you had completely ended your friendship so abruptly.

You just left him, alone… after all the time you had spent together, the time shared, the memories, the adventures. You chose to suddenly… end everything there. And like that, he was alone. He was all on his own… a boy with no friend, no support, no one to ask for help from. After the sudden turn of events, all he was left with was utter solitude…

The days went by, and he felt miserable. Alone, without support. All he can think about was what happened… the time that he let his guard down, his feelings were betrayed completely. You were his support… and now he was left with nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to trust anyone after that. Nobody. He couldn’t trust anyone. He stopped being so open and friendly, instead keeping himself hidden from everyone. He avoided you, he avoided his classmates… he avoided everyone.

He became isolated, he felt so alone… he felt like he was back to square one. Back to before he got to know you… he was back to being alone, but all he could think about was what had happened between you two. All the words… the betrayal… the slap… he felt like it was his fault. He had let his emotions overwhelm him to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore… he had been the problem. He was the one to blame. Everything felt like his fault, he had ruined everything.

well that was something *hands you a tissue*anyway hope you liked as much i did writing it

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sxugaryx · 7 months

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So please come to your senses (Fanfic)

HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE END OF THE GAME

DON´T READ IF YOU DON´T WANT TO GET SPOILED

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Geppetto waited.

Waited for the battle to be over, he knew that he would succeed, and that soon, Carlo would be back, and things would be back to what they were.

When Carlo died, he felt as if he was being stabbed right in his chest, he fell to the ground, he could barely breathe, the world around him collapsed.

The ground above shaked, grounding Geppetto back to reality.

No, if he was going to reminisce about Carlo, it should be happy memories, the good times.

Holding him when he was born.

His first word.

When he learned to read, to write.

When he first went to school.

How he got in trouble at school…

Carlo´s teachers would call, to tell him to reprimand the boy, yet no matter how much he scolded him or how he grounded him, he just wouldn't listen.

Geppetto knew what Carlo wanted, attention, as an old man he regretted not being able to spend much time with his son back then. Carlo had no friends at school, partly due to his behavior, partly due to jealousy towards him.

His son was the world to him, he gave him everything he wanted and more, it was easy for him to make him a new friend.

Romeo.

They were thick as thieves, when he saw them play together, Carlo was truly happy.

He remembered the holidays they spent together as a family.

Christmas was always special, it was more consistent, he always had time for Christmas.

Carlo opened his presents with Romeo, he was smiling. Him and Carlo would fall asleep on the living room couch together.

The earth rumbled again, the combat above getting more fierce.

Geppetto never liked violence, although he understood why in circumstances like this it was justified.

Justified.

Like when Carlo got into a fight as a teen and broke a classmate's nose, but he was the one that started it, he was making fun of Carlo, it only made sense for Carlo to get mad and boys would be boys sometimes things got out of hand.

Carlo´s behavior got worse after that.

More fights.

He stole things.

Constantly pranked other students.

He almost got expelled, but Geppetto begged the school not to. He had excellent grades, to please just let him graduate the year.

Graduation.

Why didn't I attend his graduation?

“You don't care about me, you never have, you only care about your god damn job!”

Another dagger to his chest.

After that things only got worse, he saw Carlo less and less, and he got into trouble more.

And then…

And then he died.

Every time he remembered Carlo he would only focus on the happy times, those rose-tinted glasses were his truth. But now looking back, he sees the real truth.

Geppetto was a bad father.

Still is.

All this time, he had just been using Pinocchio.

No.

This was necessary.

Pinocchio was their only hope, and he succeeded.

He stopped the puppet frenzy, he helped make a cure for the petrification disease, he is just now protecting everyone, defeating Simon in his evil ways.

He had accomplished so much.

So why?

Why wasn't it enough for him?

… Because he wasn't Carlo.

A scream was heard in the walls of the tower, Simon had been defeated.

Simon would perish no doubt and it should stay that way.

Suddenly another memory is brought back, a recent one, at the hotel, talking with Lady Antonia not long after Pinocchio had rescued him from that stalker.

“Geppetto the dead out of remain so”

He was mad, granted, she told him in advance that the conversation wouldn't be a pleasant one, but he hadn't expected her to bring Carlo into this.

“Dear you have to move on, everyone dies, everything eventually dies, let his soul be at peace, not only for your sake but for the sake of Carlo as well.”

He simply walked away.

Snapping back to reality, he glanced at the box next to him.

The box where Carlo´s ergo, his very soul laid on, on his first try, on a puppet. When he first awoke he felt anger, hatred, Carlo attacked him, his own ergo wasn't enough, he needed more. That was the source of his anger, Carlo would never hurt his father, he loved his father and Geppetto loved his son.

“If you love him let him go”

Lady Antonia´s voice words echoed in his heart.

He was selfish.

A hypocrite.

How dare he criticize Simon for seeking immortality, when he was seeking to bring back his dead son.

The sound of the wires and gears now echoed through the walls, Pinocchio was descending.

He could finally have Carlo back.

He would see his precious son again.

Pinocchio just needed to give him his heart.

… But if he gave his heart away, he would die, he no longer would be Pinocchio.

Geppetto bit his lip.

The elevator kept descending.

This is it

You can do the right thing.

Fix all of your mistakes.

Be a good father to your son.

Geppetto opened the box.

He grabbed the small heart that rested in the Nameless puppet

A faint blue glow resonated, the ergo upon him.

Carlo´s very essence trying to speak to him.

Geppetto closed his eyes, tears ran down his face, as he crushed the heart his his bare hands, dropping the broken heart onto the floor.

He opened his eyes once more, he saw the ergo float in the air, it lay on his hands for a few seconds, seconds that were a painful eternity to Geppetto, then the ergo dispersed into thin air, finally, it was over.

Carlo was at peace now.

The elevator arrived at the destination, Geppetto quickly turned around to see the doors open, Pinocchio, alongside Gemini stepped outside, approaching him, until they were both face to face.

Pinocchio´s clothes were ripped apart, he could see his damaged body, one of his arms surely about to fall if a few more screws were loose, he looked tired, defeated even, despite his victory.

“Are you alright?” Geppetto asked, putting his hands on Pinocchio´s shoulders.

“Yes, father.”

That was a lie.

More tears fell out of Geppettos´s eyes.

He pulled Pinocchio into an embrace. Hugging him tightly.

“Pinocchio, my son, I´m just glad you are alive”

Pinocchio held his arms around him as well, both now embracing each other.

“I´m sorry”

“I´m sorry I've been neglecting you”

Pinocchio clung onto him more tightly, desperately not wanting to let go.

“I love you Pinocchio, I love you, the real you, not who I wanted you to be.”

In Pinocchio´s eyes, small tears had begun to shed.

“I´m proud of you, my good boy.”

They both felt warmth.

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