Ariana Grande Imagines

Groceries

(This was suggested by my friend JUNGGHYEJIN. Basically something that has happened to me or is happening in the moment so yeah. So I'm doing that lmfao.)

Y/N POV:

I wheeled my halfway full cart down the snack aisle, pausing to lean down and grab a bag of popcorn. I tossed it in with my other groceries and pushed it forward, scanning for 'your favorite chip brand'. I spotted them above the salsa chips, but I was short and they were way to high for me to grab. Standing on my tip toes, I tried to reach them with no success. Sighing, I went to grab my cart only to see a man reach up and grab the chips I wanted, and place them in my basket. 

"Oh, Thanks!" I said, smiling.

He nodded and smiled. "Sure thing. I saw you struggling and I will always help a cute girl." 

I raised my eyebrows for a fraction of a second, but shrugged it off as a compliment. 

"Yeah, it sucks being short. But thanks again. Have a nice day!" 

I grabbed my cart and pushed it out of the aisle only to stop as the guy stood in-front of me, blocking me from moving. 

"I never got your name." He said, leaning on my shopping cart. 

"Oh, I never said. I'm Y/N." I replied, slightly glancing around for Ariana, who was supposed to get eggs and cheese but was probably tasting wine samples.  

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." He grinned and stuck out his hand, "I'm Brock."

I smiled politely and shook his hand, wincing at his tight grip. I went to pull my hand away only to be yanked into his body. He wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to look up at him. 

"How bout' we get out of here and go to my place, Y/N."  My name slipped off of his tongue like grease from a moldy hotdog. I grimaced and struggled in his grasp, now frantically looking for Ari. I saw her, standing about 10 feet away, inspecting a package of sharp cheddar cheese.

I gulped and thought of the only thing that could grasp her attention.

"Um yeah, sorry but I have a wife, and she REALLY needs to HELP WITH THE GROCERIES."

I emphasized those last words loudly so that she could hear me. She turned towards my voice with a grin, only to loose her smile when she saw the predicament I was in. Her face darkened and she immediately stalked towards us.

"HEY! GET YOUR SLIMEY HANDS OFF OF MY GIRL." Ariana yelled, shoving Brock backwards. He stumbled and fell into the fruit bin, sending bananas and watermelons all over the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stood in-front of me, keeping one arm out to protect me. 

Brock the brick head stood up and dusted himself off, glaring at her. "Who do you think you are? And what is your problem? I was asking the girl out."

Ari furrowed her eyebrows and took a step close to him, making him back up.

 "That girl, is my wife, and I would appreciate it if you keep your hands away from her and go back to sulking in your mom's basement." She spat, standing her ground.

His eyes grew wide and he ran out of the store, shoving a worker aside as he went. I relaxed and leaned my head on the back of Arianas neck. She turned around and hugged me, kissing my shoulder lovingly. 

"Are you ok baby?" She asked, inspecting me for injuries. 

She saw my wrist and frowned, then leaned and kissed the bruises. I sighed and snuggled into her neck, swaying slightly. 

"I'm so lucky to have you as my big strong protector." I mumbled into her neck so that she could only hear. 

She laughed and kissed my cheek, pulling away from me to grab the cart. She intertwined our hands and we finished shopping. As soon as we got our food in the car and settled into our seats I kissed Ariana softly. She kissed me back and smiled against my lips and pulled away, keeping our hands together.

"I love you Y/N." She said, brushing my knuckles with her thumb.

I smiled and kissed our intertwined hands, letting my lips linger on her skin.

"I love you more, Ari."

Aha. What a cute moment.

Hope y'all enjoyed cause this was short. 

Anyways