Ariana Grande Imagines

Wine Glass

(Man. I'm excited to show y'all this one. It's cute. Anyways, there is blood in this. 

You have been warned bitches)

Y/N POV:

It was late Sunday night. 

I was snuggled up with Ariana on the couch while we watched Hunger Games. Our dogs were either under our legs or laying in-front of the couch. Toulouse was curled up by my feet and Myron was laying on top of him. 

I was leaning into Ariana while she had her arm around me, her hand rubbing my arm softly. I noticed my wine glass was empty and sighed, sitting up to go get more. 

"Whacha doing? I'm cold." Ari whined as I got up.

I smirked at her and replied sassily, "Getting more wine. Movies aren't good without wine and cuddles." 

She laughed and turned her attention back to the movie. I walked into the kitchen and set my glass down on the island, squatting down and opening our wine fridge, pausing, then pulling out an aged red wine. I poured myself a glass and placed the wine back into the fridge. I was about to walk back to the living room when Ari called out asking for food.

"Babeee, can you get some cheese and crackers?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Maybe. Can you say the magic word?"

"PLEASEEEEEEE?"

I giggled and turned back around to get the snacks. I had the cheese, the knife, and the crackers, I just needed a plate. Unfortunately, they were in a cabinet above the counter, and I couldn't reach it without climbing up. I carefully pulled myself onto the counter and opened the cabinet. The plates were mixed with our wine glasses, and all were made of glass

I slide one out of the stack and mentally high-fived  myself. I was about to get down when my leg slipped from under me. I grabbed the shelf frantically, trying to save myself from falling. The cabinet creaked and fell of its anchors, crashing down with me on the floor. I groaned and winced when I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder and hand. I heard rapid footsteps and a loud gasp of fear. Suddenly the cabinet was off of me and I was being pulled up into comforting arms. I relaxed and looked up at Ariana, hoping she was calm. She stared back at me with wide, brown eyes. Her hands trailed up and caressed my face, then kissed me lovingly. 

"Are you ok Y/N?!" She asked, her eyes trailing over my body, searching for injuries.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine." I looked down at myself and back up at Aris face.

Her eyes were glued to my hand. I followed her gaze and gasped. There was a large piece of curved glass embedded in my skin. Blood was slowly oozing out and was dripping onto the kitchen tile. 

Ariana gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom. She turned the water on and stuck my hand under it. I winced but forced my tears back, not wanting to cry over a stupid piece of glass. Ari picked up a pair of tweezers and started to slowly pull the glass out. I gasped in pain and bit down on my sleeve, tears threatening to pour. She kept saying soothing things and rubbed my wrist gently. After 2 minutes, which felt like 2 hours, she got the glass out and immediately ran the wound under the warm water.

Tears had came and ran down my face, staining my cheek. Ariana poured some rubbing alcohol on the cut, which stung, and then wrapped it with gauze. She kissed my hand then looked at me, her eyes widened when she saw how much I cried. She cupped my face and kissed me passionately. I kissed back, snuggling into her shoulder when she pulled away. Ari hugged me and swayed us lightly, kissing the top of my head.

"Wanna finish the movie or go to bed?" She asked softly.

I looked up at her, knitting my eyebrows in confusion.

"What about the kitchen? Shouldn't we clean it?"

Ari chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"Nah, we can do that tomorrow Y/N. And then hire someone to properly anchor our cabinets. Whoever did it before is getting sued."

I giggled and hit her chest lightly. She laughed with me and spun me around, then carried me upstairs to bed. We both got changed and cuddled under the covers. She brushed a loose strand of hair out of my face and smiled at me, then leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I kissed her back and hugged her tightly. She wrapped her arms securely around my waist and rested her chin on the top of my head. 

Ariana started humming 'Video Killed the Radio Star'. I sighed and drifted off into sleep, but before I did I whispered to her.

"I love you Ari."

"I love you too, Y/N."

Awaaaaaaaa. 

Again please give me more ideas for these imagines. I really appreciate it. 

Love yall!

❤️ byeee