Ariana Grande Imagines

Moving In

(Here it issssssss.)

Ariana POV: (for those who reaaalllyyy wanted her POV.)

"No not next to the couch, behind it." I said, feeling very frustrated.

After Y/N and I got married we wanted to move in together. She found a very stunning modern house and we fell in love with it. I had hired people to drive the moving trucks, bring all the furniture in and assemble it, but they were kind of bad at it. 

"Oh no, don't put that picture there! It goes above the mantle not below!" I groaned, putting my head in my hands.

"Honey, maybe you should take a break." My mom said, putting her hand on my back.

I sighed and turned to face her. She looked concerned and worried, probably because I was blowing my top off. 

"Yeah, I think I should. Wanna take over?" I asked, rolling my neck.

She nodded and handed me a box full of cloths.

"Most of those are your cloths but I think some are Y/Ns, I can never tell. Take it upstairs to her. She is setting up your room." 

I smirked at her taking charge and headed upstairs to my wife. I bumped open the door to our master bedroom to find Y/N facing away from me on the floor. She was putting the frame together for the bed and she seemed to be putting in the last screw. 

"Hey babe." I said, placing the box in our walk in closet.

"Hiiiii." She said cheerfully, grinning at me. 

I smiled at her cuteness and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She turned her head and met my lips with her own. She kissed me lightly and scrunched up her nose when I pulled away.

"What's up?" She asked softly. 

"Nothing much, just came up here to put all the cloths away." I replied, opening a container full of our hoodies and sweaters.

"Oooo ill help as soon as I get the mattress on here." She said, standing up.

I watched as she went over to the large memory foam and picked it up with ease. A fucking king sized mattress being carried by a 5'2 girl. I chuckled to myself and grabbed a few hangers, putting my jackets up.

I felt her hand on my arm and turned to see her reaching around for some cloths. We organized in silence for a few minutes before she spoke up.

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asked while inspecting a pair of workout leggings.

"About what?" I said, feeling confused.

She set her cloths down and made her way over to me. Once she came over to me she reached up and cupped my face with her hands, staring at me with her 'your color' eyes. 

"Us living together." She said softly, rubbing my cheek. 

I looked around slightly, taking in the fact that I won't live alone anymore. I mean, I do live with 9 dogs, but that's different. I couldn't have conversations with someone, I couldn't play a board game, I was completely by myself. 

But now being with Y/N, I wouldn't be alone. 

"What is there to think about? I mean, I used to live alone and it was boring, but now I'm living with my soulmate. I know it will be wonderful." I said, meeting her worried gaze.

She cooed at my words and kissed me deeply. I hugged her waist and pulled her close to me. Once we broke the kiss I leaned my head down on her shoulder, inhaling her pine smelling shampoo. We stood in silence before jumping apart when someone cleared their throat from the doorway. I turned to see Frankie standing there, smirking.

"Hey lovebirds. Sorry to interrupt but your room decorations that moglie ordered are here." He said, winking at Y/N.

She giggled and ran past him, rushing down the stairs to get her packages. I raised an eyebrow at him and he scratched his neck.

"What? Can't wink at your girl?" He said, grinning.

"No you can, just don't call her wife. Only I can do that." I said, glaring at him.

He laughed and skipped out of the room, Y/N returning just after with 3 boxes of the supposed room decor. She eagerly ripped the cardboard containers open and pulled out plants and pictures. 

I smiled, knowing that living with her will be a blast.

And fucking her to. Whenever I wanted!

Hi hi it's Ty Ty

Lmao idk why I said that. 

Anyways,

Be traumatized