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Bachira and u going on a painting date pls pls 🙏🙏

I love this idea, thank you sm for requesting <3 wc: 833 || f! reader // unedited!!

In deep thought and concentration, the end of the thin paintbrush taps against Bachira’s forehead as he stares down at his unfinished masterpiece. “Something isn’t right and I don’t know what it is,” he mutters, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lip. “Maybe I can add a little less red and more white to the mix…”

“Dear, what do you think is missing?”

You gaze up at him, giving him a questionable look before looking at his bowl. You place your paintbrush down on the side, your figures tapping against the wooden table after. “I mean to be honest, it looks perfect to me.”

A dramatic sigh slips past his lips as he hangs his head forward, shaking his head in disapproval. “No no! There’s something missing and I just can’t pin it.”

“I mean it’s a sunset,” you say in an obvious manner. “It looks perfect, there’s nothing to be fixed.”

“Oh Y/N,” he says, peeking up at you through his bangs. “Trust me, it’s not right!” He sits back, reaching his arms in the air and feeling the stretch in his mid-back, a groan emitting from his lips. “I’ll figure it out after. How is your bowl coming along?”

There were only a few times out of the month when you and Bachira could go out and fully enjoy yourselves. Being busy with academics and extracurriculars such as soccer really put a toll on Bachira’s social life – in this case, his relationship with you.

If there were days when he could see you, even for ten minutes or less, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d show up at your doorstep unannounced and ask your parents if you could come down. Your parents absolutely adored him. They loved his outgoing personality and his mannerisms. Most importantly, they loved how he loved and treated their daughter. Your dad often made jokes and asked when the wedding was – but for the most part, he was being sincere.

On days when he couldn’t see you due to traveling away for games or long practices, Bachira would make sure to stop by the little flower shop a mile away from where you lived and would leave a bouquet of your favorite flowers by your doorstep with a small note attached to them. He hated how he didn’t get to see you much and figured flowers would be a great way to show you that you were always on his mind. To you, receiving these flowers made you so happy you could cry.

Today was different. All schoolwork was done for the weekend. Bachira had no games and no practices.

What would be a better way to spend his free time?

Take you on a painting date in town.

“I think it’s coming along well. See?” you smile, holding the wet bowl from the bottom, practically shoving it in his face.

“Peaches!” he laughs wholeheartedly, admiring your work. “You might be better than my mother!”

You scoff, placing it down back on the cloth. “As if. We both know your mother is the best.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t say she’s the best. I mean look at mine.” He has that smug look that always finds a way to stay on his face. “I don’t think she can beat this.”

“So you admit yours is perfect then right?”

“But of course! I mean just look! I mean who would think about adding a splash of purple into the mix?!” he asks excitedly, shifting in his chair as he stares down at his work. You could have swore you saw stars in his eyes. It was like watching a child in a candy shop.

“I don’t think anyone could have come out with that.”

“I know! It’s why you did peaches instead of this,” he teases, picking up his paintbrush yet again. He takes a glimpse at your pouty look and pouts with you. “I’m just playing with you. Yours is cute!”

“Well, I’m glad my lack of imagination amuses you,” you mutter, annoyed by his words.

“Oh come on! You know I love you and love teasing you,” he says, using his spare hand and placing it on top of yours. “You know I mean it.”

It’s hard to stay mad at him. He was just so bubbly and everything about him made you feel safe and happy at all times.

“I know you do,” you reply back, your other hand is placed on top of his – your thumb rubbing against his knuckles. “You think maybe you can teach me how to do a sunset as pretty as that?”

“Well, you should say beautiful. But then again, nothing is as beautiful as you darling,” he coos, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours in a quick, yet sweet kiss.

And he meant it. To him, the most beautiful thing in the world was sitting in front of him, painting some peaches on a bowl. How luckier can he get?

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