Ariana Grande Imagines

One Wild Night 🥰

(Another Narrator POV, I think they are cool. Anyways this is a scenario if Ariana met Y/N in a different way.)

Narrators POV:

Y/N collapsed onto her bed, sighing with relief as she let the stress of the day seep into the soft mattress. She lay still for awhile, simply allowing herself to relax for a bit and do nothing.

Her apartment was calm, all the animals that she owned scampered off to sleep through the night. Y/N herself was just about ready to let sleep overtake her, but she needed to change first.

Reluctantly sitting up, the short girl scooted to the edge of her bed and began to strip off her clothes. Shirt, pants, bra, and panties, they all came off and were neatly put in the dirty clothes hamper to be cleaned in the morning.

She walked over to the closet and opened it, looking for a very specific green hoodie to wear while she slept. A small smile appeared as the jacket was spotted and quickly removed form its hanger.

Y/N couldn't remember when exactly she had started wearing nothing but a hoodie to bed, but it was weirdly comforting. The lower half of her body was exposed to the chill of the air, contrasting delightfully with the warmth of the hoodie around her torso.

The uneven texture of the inner lining of the hoodie rubbing against her large chest whenever she moved, and she liked to think it was someone gently tickling her.

She stopped on her way back to the bed, thinking about that last thought. She reflected that she really didn't have anyone in her life to do something like that. The girl wrapped her arms around her round breasts, sighing with loneliness as she wished she had a special someone.

It wasn't as if no one had wanted to be her date, though. When her ex Alice had briefly given her a life of fame, tons of people had tried to gain her attention and approval.

The noise and constant crowd had been far too much for a shy girl like her, and thankfully that brief period in time had faded into obscurity.

Still though, why didn't she have a special someone? She turned to the mirror hanging from the wall next to her bed and looked at herself. All she saw was a pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with uncertainty and doubt. Quickly they were snapped shut with an eep!

Exhaling slowly, Y/N quelled the surge of... she wasn't sure what to call it. Self-loathing? Disgust? None of the words and phrases that drifted through her head seemed to fit. they were all too.. extreme. 

She didn't dislike herself at all, yet she still couldn't really see what everyone else had when she became a successful model for Alice.

There was a strange sort of detached feeling that filled Y/N's mind whenever she tried to figure out how she looked compared to everyone else. It always made it near impossible to have true confidence in a conversation, which was a part of what made her so famously shy.

~DING - DONG!~

Startled, Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by a the sound of her doorbell. Confused about who could possibly have come all the way out to her apartment at something close to nine at night, she automatically began to move towards the front door, stepping lightly down the stairs.

The wooden door swung open, and Y/N was greeted by the smiling face of Ariana, who was carrying a small brown cardboard box in her hands.

She was taller than Y/N, and lean, but all of her muscles were well defined and appeared perfectly capable of doing some heavy lifting. Soft and brown hair sprouted from her head along with the unmistakable ponytail, making it easy to spot her even from a good distance away.