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I deadass caught myself literally giggling and kicking my feet, I shit you not.
I embarrazzed myself in the privacy of my room.
This is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen and is it too much to ask???? This is all I want dammit!!!! Lemme paint and let Dabi walk in and think I'm adorable!!!!!
i have another request :33333333333333333
How would Dabi or Hawks react to coming to their artist s/o room and seeing her face, hands and clothes covered in paint? :33
omg I love ur requestssss these are so cute đ
Hawks
Keigo wandered into your apartment as usual, some snacks in a crinkly plastic bag as he sauntered through the balcony door. He always entered like this- unannounced, with snacks, from the windows or the balcony, like a bird into its nest, because thatâs what your place was to him. âhey babe Iâm-â he peeked into your bedroom, where you sat, cross legged on a big flat piece of cardboard, absolutely covered in paint. Hair, face, clothes, even the backs of your legs were smeared in colors where youâd lazily wiped it away. âOh hey Keigo!â You grinned, waving a painted hand at him. He let out a snort, walking in and crossing his arms, a wide grin on his face. âYou sure made a messâ he chuckled, sitting on the corner of your bed. You pouted a bit, hiding a small smile âI mean I put down cardboard,â you shrugged, gesturing to the large flat piece of cardboard beneath you.
It too was a total mess of blues, yellows, pinks, an array of colors that mixed and contrasted against the sad beige. He glanced down at the canvas in front of you. It was large, and it looked like you were making a landscape. It was pretty. Really pretty. Meow all the colors made sense, the way they blended and shaped the painting, providing their own shades and highlights to advance the setting youâd so meticulously crafted. he grinned, running a hand through your hair, little specks of paint dappling the ends of it. âIt looks lovely. Have you eaten?â âUhhhhh-â âdonât tell me you skipped lunch tooâ he sighed at your silence as you closed your mouth, not wanting to dig yourself a bigger hole. He rolled his eyes, placing a kiss on your head. âDonât worry, I brought snacks, and I can heat up some leftover pizzaâŠyouâd be so hopeless without meâ he said the last part ever so dramatically, leading you to giggle and shake your head, flustered by how much you didnât want to admit he might be right. He stood, walking back towards the door, still glancing back a few times to see the array of colors surrounding you, admiring how- of course you looked beautiful like this. He grinned, leaning back on the door frame âoh and babe?â He chirped, watching your bright eyes glance back at him. âIt really does look nice⊠not as nice as its artist thoughâ he winked dramatically once more before sweeping out, leaving you to shake your head and smile at his antics.
Dabi
It was an average day for Touya, doing his usual rounds with the league, looking for new recruits, burning said recruits alive because they annoyed him, and then walking home, and by home, he means to your place. He kicked off his boots once he was inside, knowing you wouldnât be too appreciative of him tracking dirt in. âHey doll whereâre ya atâ he said with a stretch, finally relaxing within the confines of your flat. âIâm in the living room!â He sighed, smiling to himself as he heard your soft voice from the other room. He turned the corner, and-
âDid you get jumped by crayons or somethinâ
you snorted at his comment, turning to look at him. His brow was furrowed, and he scoffed at the sight of your face. Mainly because nearly every inch of you was smeared in paint. âNo, Iâm paintingâ you replied, turning back to your project. he scoffed once more, coming closer to peer over your shoulder. The painting was focused on a cherry blossom tree, the bright pinks and faint reds shading them contrasting the light blue of the pond behind it. âNice.â He said gruffly, plopping down comfortably next to you. âDonât know why it required you to be soâŠmessy, thoughâ he eyed you up and down, smirking, his amused expression outweighing his snarky remarks- it was clear he found this to be absolutely adorable.
âI didnât mean to⊠it kinda just happens, you know?â You shrugged, giggling softly as you glanced back at your artwork. He eyed you for a moment, his smirk widening into a smile. âSo this happens often then?â He teased, gently nudging your shoulder. âYou mean if I get here early enough Iâll get to catch you being messy? i mean, I have to leave my boots at the door, but you can practically eat paint and itâs fine?â He laughed, kissing your painted cheek with a Cheshire Cat grin. You rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the cardboard beneath you. âI laid down cardboardâ you offered, and he scoffed once more, grinning impossibly wider. âDoesnât seem like it helped. Youâre really something, you know that? Donât worry, itâs why I love ya so much⊠Iâll go make some tea, cos it looks like you wonât be done for a whileâ he dragged out his last word, ruffling your already messy hair as he stood, looking down at you and your little project. He couldnât help but find your current circumstances to be adorable, but heâd much rather tease you than admit that to your face. Much more fun that way.
Onggg @yippe3allthedamnnamesrtaken you have the best requests EVER đđđ«¶
also Iâm fully aware that at some point now autocorrected to meow, but I honestly found it to fun to fix it hehe
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