Can I request hcs of Genos being touch starved with reader and the ways he tries to be touch?
hi anon!! i wasn't sure if you wanted both genos and the reader to be touch starved so i just decided to make genos the touch starved one :) i hope you like it<3
touch-starved genos + s/o headcanons
disclaimers/tags: gn pronouns and fluff!
-Seeing how serious he was, you never went out of your way to be excessively touchy with him in fear that you'd be making him uncomfortable.
-Whenever you accidentally bumped elbows, touched legs, or grazed hands he'd back away immediately. Because of those reactions, you assumed that he disliked physical affection.
-In reality, Genos just didn't know how else to react.
-His only knowledge of relationships came from movies, so you could say he had a pretty warped conception of them.
-All the guys he'd seen in films and TV shows were extremely smooth: they'd lay a hand on their partner's thigh, smile, kiss them, and their partner would melt like a pan on butter.
-Whenever Genos tried to recreate those "romantic" things, he'd backpedal last-minute and play it off as an accident.
-Instead of outwardly touching you, Genos might try to initiate physical touch by doing small things with you. Cooking, cleaning, or taking things off of your clothes.
-"There's a piece of dust on your shirt" is a line he uses often.
-He'll also try to subtlety touch you by asking for guidance when cutting vegetables when you're cooking together.
-If Genos ever manages to work up the courage, he'll ask permission to hold hands with a robotic tone. Yes, it may not be that romantic, but he's trying his best okay (╥_╥)
-Once he warms up to physical touch, please take the lead. Touch his hair, give him back hugs, kiss his cheek, any and all physical touch will make him so so happy.
Hi there! Just found your blog and I really like what you’ve written so far so I thought I would send you an ask 😊 Let me tell you that choosing just one prompt for your prompt list is impossible: they are all soooo good!
I was able to narrow it down to two of the angst prompts: #1 “Please, just one more chance” and #6 “I just had to see you one last time.”
So I was wondering, could you please write a one-shot, using one of these prompts, for Garou from OPM? You can choose the prompt that inspires you the most.
Thank you! I can’t wait to read more of you work! 😁😁
tysm, im glad you enjoy my work!! i'm veryyy bad at choosing so i had trouble deciding which one to do, BUT I DID IT. hope you like it anon!! <3
"i just had to see you one last time" w/ garou
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disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, angst, language, implied sexual relationship.
The air between you and Garou had increasingly gotten awkward over the past few weeks. Your smile that used to shine bright whenever Garou was with you had dulled down. In fact, he rarely saw you smile in front of him anymore. All he saw in you was an empty, soulless doll that was chained to him.
"Garou," you said in a dead voice. "Let's go on a walk."
He was taken aback by your suggestion. In the back of his mind, he hoped that this would be a date, but he knew he'd be lying to himself.
"Alright," he clicked his tongue. "Where to?"
"I don't know. It won't matter, though." You walked over to your closet and took a large sweater from the clothing rack. It looked old-fashioned, maybe something an elderly man would wear. "Wear this."
Garou caught the sweater that you threw over. He examined the jacket and let out a laugh. "This? Do you seriously have no other clothes? It looks ridiculous."
Y/n let out a sigh. "Nothing else is going to fit you. You know you can't go out like that." You then pointed at his showy martial arts get-up that he wore.
Garou slightly scrunched his nose. He knew what kind of game you were playing. Instead of arguing, he nodded, putting on the out-of-style sweater. "Alright, are we ready to go?"
"Mhm. Just remember not to make a fuss."
You grabbed your house keys and walked to the front door, Garou following right behind you.
The walk was expectedly silent. The sounds of birds chirping and children playing in the park made the tension feel a bit lighter, though it wasn't drastic.
Garou didn't bother trying to start a conversation. Knowing the dry response he'd get from you, he'd rather have you speak first.
"Garou," you said, breaking the silence.
He hated the tone of your voice. His name used to sound so sweet coming from you. It was the same voice that used to reassure him, compliment him, or share words of love. Now, it felt like needles on his skin. Despite him being a relentless vigilante, he was mortified by the words that would come out of your innocent mouth.
"I don't think we should be together anymore." You stopped walking, now finally turning to face Garou. "I... don't love you, Garou. And I don't think that's going to change."
Garou froze, the hairs on his skin rising. "What?" he asked, face tensing by the second. "Have you been seeing someone else..?"
"There you're at it again!" you snapped. "God, is your ego that big that you can't see me falling out of love with you?"
This had been the first time you yelled at Garou. He wanted to say something back but felt too shocked to make a clear response.
"Do you know how many sleepless nights I've had, worrying for your safety?" you said, eyes watering. "Jesus, Garou, my parents think I'm a prostitute because they don't even believe you exist! And for you-- to what? Just come over at night, release your stress, and leave me without a warning by sunrise? Do you know how exhausting that is?"
Garou clenched his jaw. "I'm here today, though."
"That's not the point!" you retaliated. "I didn't care about your whole 'hero hunting' thing, but it feels like you're using that as an excuse to see me less. I can't tell if you love me for my body or for me."
"Well you should've said something about that then," he scoffed. "If it's more dates you wanted, you should've asked."
You sighed in frustration. "I didn't want more dates, Garou. I wanted you to be more honest."
Garou noticed how you spoke in the past tense. 'Didn't,' 'Wanted.' He realized that this relationship was over-- there'd be no way for him to change your mind at this point in time. What was even worse was the fact that Garou knew you were right: you had every reason to be upset. There was such a lack of communication between the two of you, but Garou acted as if you could read his intentions like an open book.
"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing his arm sheepishly. He never felt so pathetic in his life.
"I- God," you stuttered. "Just take this." You passed him a handful of money, enough for him to last in a hotel for several days. "You can keep the sweater too. It'll help you blend in with crowds more."
Garou took the bills, sliding them into a pocket. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"Stay safe out there, Garou," you said with a lukewarm smile.
"I know. I will."
* * *
Garou tried to play it off tough. He tried to pretend like he didn't care, but he couldn't hold on to the act.
The hotel's meals were nice, but it didn't compare to your cooking. The freshly-made beds were lusciously soft, but it didn't compare to the bedsheets that fumed your natural scent. He'd spend every second of his day comparing small, obsolete things to memories of you.
Sure, he had gotten used to being alone for the past 18 years, but it felt different this time. He wasn't just alone, he was lonely.
The hotel Garou chose was close to your home. Even from his window, he could slightly see your apartment building. He told himself that this made it possible for him to stop any attacks at your house for being associated with the Hero Hunter, but he knew this was just a lie to make himself feel better. He'd spend an irrational time staring at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of you walking home.
Eventually, after hours of pondering at the window, he saw you. You were in your casual attire, holding two medium bags of groceries. It'd only been a few days since he'd last seen you, but he could already tell how much more beautiful you looked.
'I shouldn't be doing this,' he thought. This was borderline stalking. He decided to take a shower to clear his mind, but something peculiar caught his attention midway.
Behind you was a tall man dressed in all black: black glasses, black jacket, and even a big black hat. His hair, skin, and face were completely covered, not an inch of it to be seen. He looked to be about 6'5", practically a skyscraper standing next to you.
There was no doubt in Garou's mind that this person was involved with the Hero Association. If they managed to follow you back to your home, it'll be easy to find out that you had a relation to him.
Immediately, Garou ran out of the hotel room. He bumped into other guests, staff, and pedestrians, even causing some of them to fly off the ground.
Once he made it out to the street, he lunged and grabbed the man's shoulder, forcing him to turn over.
"W-What the hell!?" the man yelled, trying to wriggle out of Garou's grasp.
The loud noise caused you to turn over to see what the ruckus was. You dropped your groceries, watching your ex-boyfriend strangle a random man behind you. "G-Garou?" you said, half in disbelief, half in anger.
"Let me go!" the man continued to scream. "I didn't do anything!"
Garou loosened his grip once he realized that the man wasn't a threat. He ran away soon after being released.
"What are you doing here?" you asked Garou, frightened.
"T-That man, I thought he was-"
"Were you spying on me?"
Garou nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I just had to see you one last time."
You bit your lip, an upset look painting your face. Seeing that many people were staring, some even calling the police, you tried to calm yourself down.
"Garou," you sighed. "Don't associate yourself with me. If I see you ever again, I'll call the Hero Association on you. Please, just let me be."
You picked up the groceries that fell on the ground, turning around to walk home. There was no hesitation, no farewell, just a cold parting.
Seeing the panic of the nearby citizens, Garou knew he had to start running before the Hero Association would be up on his neck. He watched you walk before sprinting in the opposite direction, never to see you again.
aa hiii I just read that fic you wrote and I love the way you write so much😭💕 I saw requests are open, so if it's not too much to ask and if you have the time/inspo for it can I request hcs of Garou with a really caring s/o who's also an artist? If you don't feel like writing him maybe the same theme but with Kakyoin? Those two have my heart ahh whichever you chose is fine! Tysm!
AHHHH im so glad i got a garou request because he's one of my favourite characters of all time 😭😭 i also included a small scenario underneath because yeah<3
garou + a caring s/o who's also an artist headcanons
disclaimers/tags: gn pronouns and fluff!
-Him being the Hero Hunter, he tries to limit his contact with you so you won't be dragged into his mess.
-The few times a week you do see him, he just looks so tired and drained from energy.
-As soon as you hear his footsteps enter the household, you don't waste a second and give him a giant hug with kisses.
-Sometimes he just stands there like (。・_・。) while he embraces your touch, but expect some eager kisses back on the days where he misses you extra.
-Because of your caring nature, you can't help but insist on treating wounds, making his favourite meal, or setting up the bath for him.
-Garou would refuse because he doesn't want to put an even heavier burden on you, but the concerned look on your face makes him accept your offers.
-One of the things that he struggles at is showing how grateful he is for you. Despite him being gone half the time, you're always keen to helping him.
-Any small gifts or favours you give Garou will always leave him blushing (as much to his dismay). If that gift happens to be a portrait of him, he's going to go wild.
-Whether you painted a hyperrealistic portrait of the two of you or a scribbly sketch under 2 minutes, he will cherish all of your work.
-That small doodle you drew of him on a napkin? He keeps it in his pocket and takes it everywhere.
-He may be a giant hotshot who loves teasing you, but one thing that he doesn't try to make fun of (even as a joke) is your art. He genuinely loves that you have a hobby you're passionate about and wouldn't dare try to discourage you from doing what you love.
-Whenever he has a day that's a bit shittier than the others, nothing will make him happier than coming home to your arms and you showing off an art piece of him!
It had been a while since you last picked up your sketchbook. Your increasingly busy schedule, complicated relationship with a famous villain, and art block resulted in empty pages.
That's when you had a sudden spike of inspiration. After weeks of avoiding art altogether, you wanted to draw again. You didn't exactly know what you were going to draw, but you'd find that out sooner or later.
You sat on your couch, one knee holding up your sketchbook and your dominant hand holding a pencil. The tip of your pencil then began to scratch the surface of the paper, making a series of intricate lines. After maybe a minute or so of random drawing, you leaned back to see the entire pad of paper from a further view. It looked... horrible.
You assumed that your skills have gotten rustier from your months-long absence from the art world. Just when you thought your art block had gone away, you felt unmotivated to continue your drawing.
Before you got up to put away your supplies, you remembered that your boyfriend was coming home tonight. The last time you'd seen him was 3 weeks ago-- also one of the longest periods he'd been gone for. As much as Garou tried to hide it, you knew he loved it when you drew him. With that information, inspiration began to flow once again.
***
Garou didn't remember the last time he'd truly relaxed. He ate cheap meals, had sleepless nights, and hadn't taken a good shower in a while. All these problems would've been solved if he dropped by your house more often, but he was scared that it would endanger you. When he did come home, however, it was always during the late evening. Today was no exception.
As he stood in front of your door, he checked his surroundings to make sure no one followed him on his way here. Once he confirmed that he knocked on the door.
"Coming!" he heard your voice say.
After a few seconds, he saw your face pop out of the door. Your eyes were glowing, a bright smile also accompanying it.
"I missed you," you said, placing a small kiss on his jawline. "I made dinner not too long ago! It should be on the table," you smiled.
"Ah, thanks." Garou slowly made his way to the table, sitting down on the chair with a slouched posture. He saw the sultry plate of food sitting in front of him. In no time, he began to devour all of it.
Because Garou was busy eating, you decided to wash some dirty dishes. The sound of water hitting the plates was the only thing that could be heard in the room until Garou began to speak.
"Sorry I've been gone for so long," he said while chewing. "Has anyone been bothering you lately?"
You let out a small laugh. "If there was, what were you planning on doing?"
Garou shrugged. He was about to reply but got distracted by a sketchbook sprawled on the other side of the table.
"Is something wrong?" you asked, wondering why he went silent.
"When did you draw that?" He pointed at the rough sketch of him- his hair was down to his shoulders with a hair tie attached to his left wrist. His harsh facial features were softened, but just strong enough to still resemble him.
"Oh, that? I just wanted to mess around a bit. I think it turned out pretty good!" you said, eyes still focused on the dishes.
Garou held up the sketchbook higher and smiled. Even if the picture didn't exactly remind him of himself, it made Garou blush to know that you interpreted him this way. "I... really like it."
