{Completed ✔︎}
A story that's kinda different from my others. It's hard to explain the plot, but this is all I know for sure..
Y/n Bernard is Ariana Grande's girlfriend, and if you dare put your hands on her, you'll be looking at your murderer.
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"ARIANA!" Y/n yelled from the upstairs bathroom, "CAN YOU GET ME SOME TOILET PAPER?!"
"USE PAPER TOWELS!" Ariana yelled back, to distracted by her game of Call Of Duty to pay attention to her desperate girlfriend.
"She must really want me to get a fucking a rash." Y/n muttered, but nonetheless got a paper towel.
She was in the middle of washing her hands when she suddenly heard a loud thud come from what sounded like her and Ariana's room. "Ariana?" She questioned, thinking it was Ariana, but there was no answer.
She wiped her hands dry then walked out the bathroom, slowly, aware of her surroundings. "W-whoever is there, g-get a-away.." She stuttered, quite scared for herself.
She was about to go into a room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed loudly, making the hand jump off her to cover their ears.
She quickly turned around to see who it was to put their hand on her shoulder only to be met with Ariana, standing there with a clearly pissed face.
"Really, Y/n?" Ariana asked, crossing her arms. "It's your fault. You should've never scared me like that." Ariana rolled her eyes and started walking down the stairs, Y/n following like a lost puppy.
"Did you let anyone in the house?" Y/n asked once they reached the kitchen. Ariana lit up her cigar and shook her head while inhaling the smoke, "Nope."
The two still haven't found a nice decent house for them to live in. It was starting to piss the older Italian off because Y/n has been losing sleep. If there was one thing Ariana cared for more than herself, it was Y/n. Y/n was her main priority and she wasn't letting Y/n get away.
"Ari, maybe we should try a different place to stay. Y'know, like a different city or state?" Y/n suggested. "What about your aunt? And Toto?"
"My aunt won't mind if it's for safety purposes. And Toto will come with us!" Y/n said happily, jumping up and down like a little girl in front of a candy store.
"But Toulouse and My-" Y/n cut Ariana off with a mean glare, "whoever this person is wants one of us, but we both want each other. Ariana, this isn't about dogs and cats, this is about stalkers and safety. Are you in, or are you not?"
Ariana couldn't help but chuckle at her girlfriends intimidating side. She had to admit, it was quite entertaining to see her girlfriends intimidating side. It was much cuter than Y/n's puppy eyes that she used most of the time.
"Okay, fine. Let's go ahead and hop on the laptop to find a new house, you big intimidating baby." Ariana said, narrowing her eyes at Y/n. Y/n's straight face turned into a large smile. She jumped up and hugged Ariana tightly, taking Ariana out of her current state, "whoa there buddy, slow down." Ariana chuckled while patting Y/n's back.
Ariana smiled at her smaller girlfriend, but was cut off guard when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She didn't think much of it though, so she decided to brush it off.
It doesn't matter, right? It's just a feeling. A form of imagination. Nothing less, nothing more.
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We're not gonna talk about how I forgot that 13 was XIII in Roman numerals and XIV is 14 in Roman numerals.
