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I write fics for black readers. ✨ BIG SIS ✨ 🫧30ish 🫧 She/Her. 💅🏾

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MASTERLIST | BLACK READER FICS

If love had a sound, it'd be little feet runnin'

Sittin' on a porch as the evenin's hummin'

Bedtime story and a whispered prayer

There's a kid sayin', "Daddy, don't go yet"

And her on the porch, her hair's still wet

Years gone by and a photograph is dinner at six and a hallway laugh, yeah

The sound of home when no one's around - nic d

Geto

Dating Bada Lee Would Include

requested: clingy drunk bada

7 summers BADA LEE X BLK FEM READER

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

3. Namjoon x blk fem reader

Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

Jungkook x you

Soft As A Summer Night | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader

San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.

This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff

Ateez x you songfic

Ateez San x blk fem reader

Ateez with their s/o

Ateez x blk fem reader imagine

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER

Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW

This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader

ATEEZ MINGI YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN LOVE (DRABBLE)

CHOI SAN - DAUGHTER

Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER

Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER

(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER

Requested Mark Lee X Black Fem Reader

MARK LEE X BLACK READER | HOME

NCT 127 X S/O WITH LOCS

Hanbin x Blk Fem OC

Stray Kids Imagine

Requested: Cha Eunwoo

DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

[soulaanqueen]

when someone asks why i naturally am good at something and i just say “im black”

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My cousin has been sending edits of this man and i thought why not write something angsty inspired by new favorite film pavane.

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My request are now open again. I’ll be taking requests for Ateez x Black reader, fem or male. No smut request sorry 😭.

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I keep disappearing and reappearing. but another work is coming soon a Yeosang fic. Based on the song Choosin’ Texas by Ella Langley. I’m a Texas girly so I had to do something for this. I may do a San fic as well with this but with black fem reader.

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I needed this San fic so badly. Will it take me ages to write? Absolutely.🥹

IG 📸: peachy_moments_

(I’ll be posting updates on the fics I’m currently writing and other stuff lol 😂)

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Coming soon… 👀

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So excited for this fic!! This is my first time writing Jeno cute self!! ☺️

Just something sweet and wholesome for the lovely black readers out there!

If this fic interests you and you want to be added to the tag list let me know :) I haven’t even started writing anything yet besides the summary lol 😂.

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daughter | non!Idol san x ex!black reader

summary: you weren't heal from your break up with san and If karma was real you had hoped that cake will cut pink.

based off the song daughter by Elizabeth Nichols. Lyrics are worked into the fic.

NOT EDITED OR PROOFREAD.

author's note: I dedicate this to the man who broke my heart. 💔

It's been a year since the break up and now your sitting on your bed holding your best friend's phone cause she pulled up a picture of San down on knee with an emerald cut ring, it was real true love at sunset on the beach somewhere in North Carolina you think, where you two used to talk about going.

you were glad to see he found the one. It was never you, even though you always dreamed back then of having his last name.

You can't help but smiled when you think of their post honey-moon, she'll be fifteen weeks.

You told yourself you were healed but if karma was real, that cake will cut pink.

And San will have a daughter. She'll meet a man who looks and acts just like her father. Won't be long before she's falling for them big brown eyes.

She'll stay the night, and won't think twice to give him everything.

Then he'll do her like the way her daddy did to you.

And San will be there for his daughter when she cries into his arms. Maybe he'll get deja vu. She'll tell her father “Daddy he's the worst” just like your father said he was.

You hated it though. That she'll be another notch in his belt. And you hope San finally feel the way you felt.

He'll have to watch his daughter piece her broken heart back together again to that same tired break up song every night. She'll want that man back. Say to her father, “I don't think I can live without him.”

“You can baby girl.” San will say.

And San will remember you in his daughter's teary eyes with that same tired break up song on loop with that same heart break that left you broken, miserable and lost without him.

His daughter will want to drive to that man's house, go cuss him out and read him to filth and tell his Mama she didn't raise a man.

It was all the same. You did it to San. Told his Mama to her face “You raised a little fucking bitch.”

Maybe if you could tell his daughter, it'll be a waste of gas cause he won't see it like that. Not until that man has a daughter.

[nanamismoonchild]

BTS hyungline reacts: to his black girlfriend screaming Kendrick Lamar's Humble at the top of her lungs

Namjoon

Is scared

Why is his Queen screaming “BE HUMBLE” out of the car's window?

You already scared a pedestrian walking across the street

Poor dude had clutched his heart and practically ran to the other side

Namjoon could only give him a mouthed “sorry” before he had to bear the brunt of his girl's love for Kendrick.

Seokjin

He thought long and hard on how this song ended up on his playlist.

Seokjin wasn't a diehard Kendrick fan, nor did he particularly listen to rap.

So how in the living hell did Humble end up on it?

He knew his answer as soon as you started screaming the lyrics, feeling it a little too hard In his opinion

You were the most unhumble person he knew and he has the receipts (and house) to prove it

in fact, he knew you didn't grow up on syrup sandwiches. you hated wheat bread!

Yoongi

He really don't wanna hear all that noise you're making.

His head, eyes, lips, and nose hurt.

That's what he says as he turns down the music and stalks off to his lair.

“You just jealous, I'm not screaming D-Day or some shit”

Yoongi whips around and admires your audacity

“You heard m-”

He did hear you. And he didn't like what he heard.

Chile, let's just say…nobody Pray for you

Hoseok

“MY LEFT STROKE JUST WENT VIRAL”

Hoseok didn't know what that meant. But he did know it was probably something sexual with the hand movements you were doing with the song

If he was being honest with himself, he wished you had done it on him

He had been sitting naked in bed, waiting for you to finish your impromptu performance of a song that shouldn't have even been in his “songs to have sex to” Playlist.

But as always, Spotify ripped him off

As you reached your hand to push replay, Hoseok snatched your body up and placed your ass on his face

Song forgotten already And the correct Playlist came back with “for tonight”

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This has really healed me spiritually

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a couple of nights I don't regret | J-HOPE X BLACK!READER

summary: maybe you shouldn't have gone and fell in love with your childhood best friend Hoseok.

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author's note: Angsty...I guess? Hoseok is kind of a dick.. maybe a bad friend If you squint hard enough.

Childhood best friends turned to friends with benefits.

Mention of sex, and virginity.

I wrote this because I'm going through a break up and needed some cheering up 😭.

Kind of edited. Kind of proof read.

1. It kind of happened one night after a couple of bottles of peach soju made your childhood friend Hoseok look like he could be someone else if he was underneath you. And sometimes things happened at night between two drunk friends over the empty soju bottles on the floor and the half-eaten cold Korean fried chicken between you both, that you agreed to be Hoseok's friend with benefit. He asked you so casually, and cool, with his drunkness, face all red. Maybe he didn't know what he was asking you. Maybe it was the peach soju that did the agreeing when you blurted out YES! Okay... no. Maybe that's what you liked to blame it on instead of yourself.

2. Hoseok has seen you naked plenty of times, but never in a way that was just you and him, your Barbie bed sheets, and the Twilight movie posters on your bedroom wall that suddenly felt like they were watching you. His fingers lingered at the elastic band of your panties. “You’re still a virgin, right?” and you nodded. You don’t bring up the guy you almost lost your virginity to last weekend in the back of his Chevy behind a closed-down Chuck E. Cheese’s. Hoseok said he would go slow. His head goes down, and now you’re embarrassed and wish you had shaved, but Hoseok didn’t seem to mind at all. There’s a feeling that curls in your stomach. Your legs wrapped around him to hold him there. It felt way better than the dreams you had of Hoseok going down on you. You’re glad no one was home at this time, because your bedroom walls were thin, and your bedroom door was busted and so was the lock.

3. You were there when he needed you sexually. To you, it was like any other time he needed you to be there for him, like the time his ex-boyfriend dumped him over pho when they had just moved in together. Hoseok cried in your bed that entire weekend, and while he slept with swollen eyes, you went to his ex-boyfriend’s apartment to pack up his things. You never wanted to blame Hoseok for rushing things, that’s just who he was when it came to anyone he liked. He rushed. Didn’t care until his heart was laying bleeding at his feet. Whenever Hoseok comes over when your house is empty, he plays you a song he recorded on his phone of him singing, but you’re only half-listening while he’s in your bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, and just seeing his bare skin alone makes you want him now. You didn’t care that he smelled like sweat and some day-old takeout that stuck to him. “I shaved,” you said over the song playing from his phone. Something falls over in your bathroom, and the shower turns on. “You shouldn’t have shaved,” Hoseok shouted over the running water. “I like it hairy.”

4. You’re just friends. Just childhood best friends. Turned friends with benefits— “What if one of us falls in love?” you had asked hours after the sex was done, and breaths and heart rates were beginning to settle back to normal. Hoseok didn’t say anything. Just laid there beside you in your bed, blinking up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds your old house made. “You sound pretty,” Hoseok had said. “When you’re calling out my name. Save your pretty voice only for me.” And you took note. Hoseok never really called you pretty, or cute, or beautiful. You were just his childhood friend with the big forehead he liked to make fun of, but still kissed before he left you alone. What if one of us falls in love? Maybe Hoseok didn’t understand the question you were asking. Somewhere between back shots, dick riding, and cum dribbling down your chin, you fell in love. Maybe that’s what you tell yourself, that you fell in love somewhere there. But maybe you’d already been in love from the beginning. You were good enough to be his friend. But never good enough to be someone he would date. You weren’t his type. Hoseok had a type. Everyone has a type. Hoseok was your type. Yeah… Maybe you were his type long enough when you both fucked.

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Currently writing a twice model Jihyo x Blk fem reader fanfic inspired by the manga Run away with me, girl by battan

A lil preview.

Idk when I'll be finished with it tho...😭

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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. 😭

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MASTERLIST | BLACK READER FICS

Loving you's a sweet, sweet symphony. That all of heaven and earth join to sing. My heart trembles at the sound. - Joy Oladokun

Geto

Dating Bada Lee Would Include

requested: clingy drunk bada

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

3. Namjoon x blk fem reader

Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

Jungkook x you

Soft As A Summer Night | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader

San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.

This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff

Ateez x you songfic

Ateez San x blk fem reader

Ateez with their s/o

Ateez x blk fem reader imagine

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER

Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW

This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader

ATEEZ MINGI YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN LOVE (DRABBLE)

Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER

Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER

(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER

Requested Mark Lee X Black Fem Reader

MARK LEE X BLACK READER | HOME

NCT 127 X S/O WITH LOCS

Hanbin x Blk Fem OC

Stray Kids Imagine

Requested: Cha Eunwoo

DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

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Gave my MASTERLIST a new theme after my favorite song sweet symphony.

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HAPPY EVER AFTER YOU | non! idol Namjoon x Black! fem reader.

Summary: relationships don't end happily ever after.

Themes: Regret and lost love.

Author's Note: finally getting back into writing fics. This story switches between Namjoon and Y/n's Pov given little glimpses into their heads. This story is based on the song HAPPY EVER AFTER YOU by MacKenzie Porter & Jake Etheridge. The lyrics are worked into the fiction.

NAMJOON

He stared at the old box of Black Paul Malls cigarettes. When he dated you, he stopped smoking because you hated the nicotine smell, and you wouldn’t stop reminding him of the early death he’d follow if he kept smoking. Namjoon could finally smoke them now since you're gone—no more shit from you about them.

Now you're on his mind like his favorite song, and he’s got half a mind to call you up tonight. Your number is still saved in his phone, with the same contact photo he took himself of you smiling when he first told you, "I love you." And your contact name brings "Peony," like the flower. Namjoon had always compared your beauty to flowers.

There’s a little more room in Namjoon’s chest now that he's no longer carrying you with him.

Then there's the fist-size mark in his bedroom wall. He doesn't like thinking about that night, when things got too heated, too true, too ugly for both of you.

There’s the tattoo he got of your name on his wrist. It felt like a landline still connected to you somehow. Namjoon remembered how you'd kiss the tattoo—your lips pressing to his wrist, feeling his warmth and light pulse. The way you'd linger with your lips against his skin, as if saying, "This’ll be the last time." And it was.

Now, Namjoon has half a mind to probably cover up that old tattoo.

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Y/N

You got a hole in your chest the size of Texas. You always blamed Namjoon for everything—it was just easier that way. No accountability on your part, so you wanted to blame him for that massive black hole that sucked all your happiness into it.

On your wall still hung a picture of you and Namjoon. Tennessee, 2023. You weren’t sure why you kept it. Why you hadn’t torn it from your wall and ripped it into tiny little pieces like you both were—little pieces of nothingness.

You were a story you told yourself until your face was in the blue.

It hurts.

You got a new blue Chevy in your front yard under the dogwood where you and Namjoon’s names were carved. You'd sometimes run your fingers over it. And your pride's parked in the same spot, said it’ll be there till you move it.

You both got words you said still ringing out. And somewhere under the dead body of your relationship, love pooled underneath like blood. It’s too late to say I love you now.

There are the memories you and Namjoon both had, walking around your homes like ghosts. They never turn you both loose.

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My request are open to BTS x Blk fem reader and Blk Male reader fics. I don't take smut requests sorry.

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I was so happy with this piece and it flopped 🥴

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CARDIGAN | RIIZE WONBIN X BLACK FEM READER

summary: you're just his old cardigan.

Author's Note: I wrote this last year and it's been sitting in my draft FOREVER because I didn't think it was good enough and I hated it so much, but after rereading it I fell in love with this little piece of writing.

As he departed in late August, an overwhelming sense of impending doom enveloped you that day. The months of June to August now felt like a wisp of ethereal recollections, fading away into the recesses of your mind. During that time, you existed in a vibrant realm, where love pulsated in every breath you took, where every heartbeat echoed in its presence.

"What is love to you?" You asked as you both walked along the seawall. 

With your arms spread wide, you balanced on the concrete beam wall. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. The tides below softly ebb and flow. Wonbin would closely observe your every move with caution.

"I don't know." He shrugged, The fabric of his shirt slipped off his shoulder, revealing a glimpse of his sun-kissed skin. 

And you remember thinking how you wanted to kiss him where the sun had kissed him.

I don't know. Little lies were buried in his words you couldn't see then. He did know, but love had hurt him and love had marred him, turning him into a boy who couldn't believe you thought he was good enough for love because the girls before you tore his world apart, so love was a painful thing that made him hate himself. 

And then he asked, "Have you ever been in love, y/n?" 

You remember stopping on the seawall, feeling a rush of emotions as your arms hung limp by your side, and your gaze fixated on the dark-haired boy, his silhouette bathed in the warm glow of the evening sun.  

You remember wanting to say, "I have. With you." But it was stupid. So, so, so stupid. You tuck the word love under your tongue.

 The wafting of summer; the salty ocean air, suntan lotion, and beer reminded you then that Wonbin was just a summer love. One which you would never fully confess to. One which his cousin Anton would tease you over the phone by saying: He's your boy.  One where you smile until your cheeks hurt cause Wonbin called you pretty.

You remember that one Taylor Swift song cardigan: when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed you put me on and said I was your favorite.

You would be that tattered cardigan with moth holes with a comforting smell that'll remind him of a time when he could breathe easily for once when his world wasn't so suffocating. 

But for Wobin, you would become a faded memory of a long-forgotten song. One he wouldn't listen to again until he heard it on the radio years later and turned it up getting pulled back into a time when you and he kissed for the first time under the shaded palm trees in his cousin's Anton backyard. 

Little pieces of you and Wobin would be woven into every verse of that long-forgotten song that was you and him.

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HAPPY EVER AFTER YOU | non! idol Namjoon x Black! fem reader.

Summary: relationships don't end happily ever after.

Themes: Regret and lost love.

Author's Note: finally getting back into writing fics. This story switches between Namjoon and Y/n's Pov given little glimpses into their heads. This story is based on the song HAPPY EVER AFTER YOU by MacKenzie Porter & Jake Etheridge. The lyrics are worked into the fiction.

NAMJOON

He stared at the old box of Black Paul Malls cigarettes. When he dated you, he stopped smoking because you hated the nicotine smell, and you wouldn’t stop reminding him of the early death he’d follow if he kept smoking. Namjoon could finally smoke them now since you're gone—no more shit from you about them.

Now you're on his mind like his favorite song, and he’s got half a mind to call you up tonight. Your number is still saved in his phone, with the same contact photo he took himself of you smiling when he first told you, "I love you." And your contact name brings "Peony," like the flower. Namjoon had always compared your beauty to flowers.

There’s a little more room in Namjoon’s chest now that he's no longer carrying you with him.

Then there's the fist-size mark in his bedroom wall. He doesn't like thinking about that night, when things got too heated, too true, too ugly for both of you.

There’s the tattoo he got of your name on his wrist. It felt like a landline still connected to you somehow. Namjoon remembered how you'd kiss the tattoo—your lips pressing to his wrist, feeling his warmth and light pulse. The way you'd linger with your lips against his skin, as if saying, "This’ll be the last time." And it was.

Now, Namjoon has half a mind to probably cover up that old tattoo.

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Y/N

You got a hole in your chest the size of Texas. You always blamed Namjoon for everything—it was just easier that way. No accountability on your part, so you wanted to blame him for that massive black hole that sucked all your happiness into it.

On your wall still hung a picture of you and Namjoon. Tennessee, 2023. You weren’t sure why you kept it. Why you hadn’t torn it from your wall and ripped it into tiny little pieces like you both were—little pieces of nothingness.

You were a story you told yourself until your face was in the blue.

It hurts.

You got a new blue Chevy in your front yard under the dogwood where you and Namjoon’s names were carved. You'd sometimes run your fingers over it. And your pride's parked in the same spot, said it’ll be there till you move it.

You both got words you said still ringing out. And somewhere under the dead body of your relationship, love pooled underneath like blood. It’s too late to say I love you now.

There are the memories you and Namjoon both had, walking around your homes like ghosts. They never turn you both loose.

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My request are open to BTS x Blk fem reader and Blk Male reader fics. I don't take smut requests sorry.