𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

sixteen

sixteen - do you know who you are?

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i dipped the paint brush into the can of light blue paint and brushed off the extra paint onto the sides. i smiled contently as i pressed the brush to the wall, going around the edges of the light switch with the small brush.

my moms favorite playlist was singing out quietly from my phone, and my body swayed gently to the sound. after making the touches around the switch, i grabbed the large paint roller and dipped it in the paint, beginning to paint the wall.

i hummed to the music as i painted, hearing nearing footsteps over the beats. i smiled again, knowing exactly who it was. "oh, goodness." she spoke as she walked into the room, dodging the newspapers that had paint droplets on them.

she giggled to herself as her arms made their way around my waist, pulling me into her. she stood on her tip-toes as an attempt the place her chin on my shoulder, but she still couldn't reach.

i chuckled and leaned down to lean the roller against the can, turning myself around in her arms. "hi beautiful." i smiled, dipping my head down to place a kiss to her lips. she hummed onto my lips, her hands pressing against the back of my neck. "right back at ya."

even after years of being with her, amara could still make me blush like a teenager with her compliments. i bit my lip as my smile grew, and i brought my hands down to rest on her waist. "what's up?"

amara shrugged, her hands lightly rubbing over my exposed arms. "nothin'. i just missed you in bed with me." she leaned up to kiss me again, this kiss more rough than the last. i giggled onto her lips, my hands trailing down to grab her ass in my hands.

amara moved her hands to the collar of my shirt as she yanked me to a section of the wall that wasn't painted yet. she forcefully shoved me against it, keeping her lips pressed to mine. today seemed to be one of those days where she wanted to have control—and because those days didn't happen very often—i knew i was in hot shit.

i tried to pull away from her to speak, but amara was persistent with her lips. "fuck, mara—baby, chill." her hands were wandering all over my body, squeezing practically anywhere she wanted to.

   amara didn't give up, and she ran her hands through my hair before tugging roughly. "wh—mara." i whimpered as her front pressed against mine, my growing bulge gaining some much wanted friction.

   "shh, baby. you've been painting for hours, just let me take care of you." she whispered seductively into my ear, her teeth biting at my lobe.

   i bit my lip, suppressing a groan that threatened to escape my throat. "y-yeah, okay."

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it was soon coming up on the anniversary of amara's death, and to put it plainly, y/n wasn't taking it very well. she had been in bed for nearly three days straight, only getting up to pee if she had to.

ariana tried to talk to her, to figure out what was wrong, but y/n wouldn't mutter one word. ariana spoke to y/n and never received anything back. but for y/n, ariana being there was all she needed.