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pairing(s) : ariana grande x fem!reader warnings: language, dirty jokes. word count: 538 words a/n: the reader is the daughter of gordon ramsay. writer: bbyyuh
you stepped back, pressing the 'go live' button on your instagram. in the first few seconds, thousands of people had joined the live stream. comments began to flood in, some of them making you laugh while you leaned in glancing at your phone screen to read the comments.
"hey guys i'm gonna be cooking today," you said bending over to get a bowl in the lower cabinet.
y/nlover15 : oh lord she's cooking someone call 911, she's gonna get food poisoned😟
arimybabe: jesus take the wheel
-lomlariandy/n: someone take all resources where she can cook away from her ‼️
arismoonlight: where's ari?
you shook your head reading the comments. "i didn't know i was that BAD"
you leaned towards the counter where your phone was placed and put your elbows on the counter. "oh ari's not here right now, she'll be here later"
you lifted your elbows off the counter now, standing up straight. "alexa, shuffle songs by arctic monkeys" your loud voice who could definitely not sing like your girlfriend nearly drowned out the arctic monkeys playing.
you turned your focus towards the camera "so today i'm gonna be making Arroz Doce" you said boiling the rice. you didn't even hear ari walk in, because you were playing the music so loud.
arismoonlight : OMG ARI
y/nssidehoe: i wanna be in a poly with them
" ' OMG ARI ' what? she's not her-" before you could finish that sentence you had a pair of arms wrap around you, and a face nuzzles into the sweater you were wearing.
"hey, baby," ari said quietly against the soft fabric. a big cheeky smile appeared on your face.
"watcha doin?" ari asked looking over your shoulder, seeing that you were cooking.
"oh jesus, remember what we said about you cooking" ari joked.
"whaaattt i actually think i'm doin' a good job," you said acting offended. ari unwrapped her arms from your waist and put her bag on the counter.
"yeah, you're doing a good job — watch when the whole kitchen gets engulfed in flames," ari said raising her eyebrow at you.
"i'm a great cook , fuck you," you said rolling your eyes. ari snorted grabbing your phone reading the comments. "yeah and i'm an olympic gymnast"
ari answered questions while you were cooking. "okay ari i'm done" ari widened her eyes & she whispered to the camera, "someone have poison control on speed dial"
ari took a spoon of the Arroz Doce and ate it. she made a weird face which made you worried. "shit y'all — have you got poison control on speed dial?" you said jokingly.
"soooooo??" you said talking the plate away from her. "i love you baby but that tasted like absolute dog shit" ari said laughing.
you sighed, rolling your eyes. "still can't believe my dad is gordon ramsay"
ari giggled "yeah i guess the cooking talent skipped a generation"
"shut upppp," you said nudging her shoulder.
ariana nudged me back "i mean you can't cook but you sure can eat some pus-"
you covered her mouth, blushing profusely. "okay anyways, that was all for today bye"
