could you possibly do a George x reader where reader does pottery or is very artistic and paints with him :) I love your writing btw
MEMEULOUS ARTSY HEADCANONS
warnings : none . . . requests are open!
george wasn't interested in paintings and art. sure, he'd say it looked cooled and compliment your oil paintings and everything, but he never seemed immersed into the world of pottery and ceramics.
at least that was what you thought until the day you decided to go into his apartment uninvited. he trusted you enough with the key - you had been dating for almost two years so that amount of trust was understandable.
george yelped at your sudden appearance. he was stood up at the small breakfast bar with a paintbrush in hand and had accidentally flicked a bit of coloured water onto his cheek.
he murmured a hi, sliding the thick paper to the other side of the breakfast bar as you walked towards him, grinning. "are you painting?" you asked and he only gave a quick, nervous smile back.
you walked around the bar to look at his painting. "ugh... it's not very good. I wanted to get good at stuff like this so we had more in common.." you peered downwards to the painting. sure, it wasn't a masterpiece, but just by being painted in george's hand, it was perfect to you. a watercolour painting of a field filled with yellow flowers and a blue sky hanging above.
"that's so sweet of you george. it's amazing." george smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek. "I wanted to get a bit better before you saw anything," "mm? show me how you do it." you slid the paper back to him and his face tinged pink.
"alright..." he started, taking his brush and dipping it into the watercolour blocks. "I got the watercolours as they were the cheapest and I didn't know what else to get," he said as he stoked the bristles on the card.
"here." you said, cupping your hand around his dominant one and stroking down the paper more smoothly. the green stroke came out more even than the last few. "thanks. maybe I won't get better at this if you'll keep guiding me with you hand." he joked.
"eugh. just cringed." "haha, fuck off." then he turned around and pressed his lips against yours.