#bada lee x blk fem reader

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7 Summers | BADA LEE X BLK FEM READER

summary: you remember when you Bada fell in love 7 summers ago.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, I think I'm writing fanfics once a month now? Okay maybe not. But this lovely story is based on my favorite country song, 7 summers by Morgan Wallen. Lyrics are worked into the fic.

You remember the summer of 2018, how the air felt different in South Carolina—thick with the smell of crawdads boiling, sunscreen warming on skin, beer fizzing over bottle lips, weed curling into the night. And love, lingering in the heat.

That summer, you fell in love. Slow. Then fast. Then it stopped—like someone pressed pause.

You remember her in the backseat of the Jeep when you climbed in—a soft smile, an even softer face. You remember how the sun traced the outline of her jaw, and the thick salt breeze whipping her hair into her face.

“Bada.” she said with her hand out.

“Y-Y/n” You shake her hand. You both had stared at each other, hands still together.

There was that quiet moment that pressed down on you both for a few seconds. The kind of moment where you could see a life with her—like eating Domino’s pizza in your shabby little apartment on late Saturday nights, the static of the radio playing some Lana Del Rey song that made you realize you were actually gay. And then it’s her warm sweet laughter that felt like home, almost close to forever, but never quite.

You remember the song that played in the Jeep that summer—'I Like It' by Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin. You remember Bada leaning toward you, her shoulder softly pressed into yours. She told you something—something about wanting to get in further south, where summers lasted all year ‘round—something about wanting to really live, wanting a break from life to finally breathe.

You had said something but couldn’t really remember what, over the loud music that sank into your chest, then your bones—maybe it had been something like “Me too,” or “I get it, though.”

You wonder where she is now—If she actually went further South like she wanted to. You wonder if she got a big ring on her hand right now. Maybe a baby or couple by now.

But when summer always comes around, you find yourself wondering if she's drinking, thinking about you—the girl from Jacksonville, Florida.

You knew better. You both knew better, but you two said forever in the warm ocean waters beneath the burning South Carolina sun.

And that was seven summers of Coke and Southern comfort.

You and Bada were dumb or just younger? Who knows.

Back then, Bada loved the river—just lazily floating on the calm waters, skin tanned, cheeks a little sunburned. You remember drinking a sixer with her to cool down, floating next to her, sunglasses on, staring up at the endless blue sky. Back then, love came easy; it wasn’t as gritty as the kind of love you were used to getting. Bada reminded you of something—something like your favorite song on the radio, turned all the way up, feeling the lyrics in your soul while barefoot dancing across in kitchen at 3 am.

And sometimes, when you're alone and thinking of her, you wonder if it ever makes her sad—knowing that was seven summers ago.

Final Note: I may do a part 2 where Y/n and Bada meet again. Still deciding. 😭