Ariana Grande Imagines

Family Reunion Gunfire❗️

(So I just found out that I'm going to see Black Widow on July 9th with my best friend that I haven't in months. I'm so excited)

(⚠️Blood, weaponry, and metal trauma.⚠️)

Y/N POV:

It was a bright and sunny morning. Dew drops sat lightly on the grass, glistening in the sunlight. The lake seemed to shimmer as the slight breeze fluttered over it. Bunnies hopped around and birds chirped softly from their nests. I was clipping the table cloths to the picnic tables while Joan, Arianas mom, gushed over the fact that we were engaged.

"Momma G, I've been with Ari for 1 year and she proposed to me 3 1/2 months ago. How are you still surprised?" I said confused.

She sighed and rolled her shoulders. "Y/N, when Ariana was dating Pete and then got engaged to him I was so happy. I thought they were meant for each other. But when Mac died she was broken, and she was already depressed because Pete didn't approve of her 'condition'. I never thought she would find love again."

Joan looked at me with sad eyes and pulled me into a hug. 

"You really saved her Y/N. I don't know where any of us would be without you."

I smiled and kissed her cheek, pulling away to get the coolers. I dragged them over behind the picnic table, bending down to open them and label them by drink. I was about to write down, 'Soda + Lemonade' when I heard a sharp whistle from behind me. I whipped around, ready to beat the ass of whoever cat called me, when I spotted a smirking Ariana. 

"Nice ass babe." She said cheekily.

I narrowed my eyes at her and chucked an empty can of sprite at her. She ducked, laughing, and kissed me lovingly. I pushed her away and turned back to what I was doing, making sure my jacket was covering everything. I heard her chuckle with pride and she patted my shoulder, walking towards the mini stage. 

I rolled my eyes and noticed an empty Blue Moon Beer bottle on the ground. I went to pick it up and froze, memories flooding to my head.

                                         12 years ago

"Get up!" My father yelled, kicking the coffee table.

I shot to my feet and ran to the kitchen, grabbing him a beer.

He snatched it from me and grunted.

"Go to bed you filthy slut."

I stood there shaking with fear; for some reason, my body wouldn't move.

He glared at me and rose from the couch.

"Do I have to repeat myself, bitch?"

I gulped, but still didn't move.

His hand shot to my throat and he started to choke me. I gasped for air, trying to pull his hand away.

He shoved me to the ground and raised the bottle above his head...

"Y/N!"

I jumped and looked around in confusion. Frankie was grinning at me cheerfully, waving me over to him. People were sitting at tables engaged in conversation and enjoying food. I noticed that some people had their eyes on me, or more like on my gun. It was strapped to my belt along with my badge, they always are, I never go anywhere without it. I made my way to Frankie, who was messing with the fruit punch bowl. He smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug.