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By stevezwifey

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ariana grande, a pop star who is known to the world as a princess to the public but an asshole in private, is... More

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prologue
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seventeen
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PART TWO
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eleven
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fourteen
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sixteen
seventeen
eighteen
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SEQUEL ANNOUNCEMENT
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SEQUEL ANNOUNCEMENT 2

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   "bee? is that you?" daisy called out for y/n as she heard the front door open and close. she was surprised that she was home so soon. usually if y/n was down at the studio, she'd come home during the early hours of the morning, but it was only eight pm by now.

   y/n sighed heavily, shrugging off her light jacket and stepping out of her shoes. "yeah, it's me." y/n called back to daisy, her feet dragging against the floor as she walked into the living room where daisy sat waiting.

   daisy smiled as her fiancée entered the dim room, sitting down her book on the glass coffee table. her smile soon dropped as she saw how tired y/n looked and noticed the way her feet were dragging along.

   "did she bother you, bee?" she sighed, wrapping her arms around y/n as she sat down next to her. y/n shook her head, cuddling further into daisy.

   "not really, no. she was rude in the beginning, but i guess she got better...i guess," she shrugged, interlocking her hand with daisy's. the latter giggled, pressing her lips to y/n's cheek gently.

"well, you know that if she does, you can always tell me." daisy whispered against the singers ear, resting her chin on her shoulder. y/n nodded, but internally felt bad and useless since daisy was always fighting her battles for her.

it wasn't like y/n told her to, she just did it on her own. and even though y/n didn't like it much and it only made her look weaker, she didn't have the heart to tell daisy.

"yeah, i know," y/n sighed, turning around in daisy's arms so her head could rest comfortably on her chest. "i love you," she whispered, soon feeling herself grow tired.

daisy smiled gently, kissing the top of y/n's head. "i love you more bee."

——

the two singers met up again on friday as scheduled. y/n had been writing almost constantly since wednesday, and she had an entire verse written out. ariana texted her yesterday informing her that she came up with an idea for the chorus, but they could talk about that together and see where they wanted to go with it.

besides being a total bitch, y/n admired that ariana could pause the attitude for just enough time so they could get done what needed to be done.

this time around, y/n was the one running late instead of ariana. her alarm had gone off late this morning so she was already in shambles, she had a minor argument with her manager, and to top it all off, the lovely la traffic.

she was practically running down the halls of the studio building, fumbling with her keys, phone, and songbook in her hands. she was only a short fifteen minutes late—short compared to ariana's near hour—but y/n still felt like shit because she had left ariana waiting.

"fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck," y/n muttered to herself, shoving her belongings in one hand so the other was free to open the door. she pushed it open the rest of the way with her body, using her foot to kick it closed.

"i'm so sorry i was late, my day just hasn't really been the best and..." she trailed off as she turned around, her eyes latching onto ariana and dalton on the couch, making out like ariana had no plans at all.

"oh," y/n muttered, feeling the heat raise to her face. "s-should i just come back?" she questioned, gesturing to the door.

ariana hummed against dalton's lips as he groped her, holding up one finger as if she was telling y/n to wait. y/n nodded slowly, shifting her eyes to anywhere else but to the couple.

   the awkward situation lasted only a few more seconds before ariana stood from dalton's lap, stifling a laugh at the bulge in his pants. he frowned, using his hands to cover himself up.

   "okay, you should probably go before we have sex in front of this poor girl." ariana laughed, pecking her fiancé's cheek as he stood up, his hands still cupping over his jeans.

   dalton chuckled awkwardly, nodding his head as he scooted away from ariana and towards y/n so he could leave. the two made awkward eye contact, dalton mouthing a "sorry" before he left the room without another word.

   y/n swallowed nervously as ariana sat back down, acting as if all was well. "so, what do you have? i liked the little bit you sent to me and i used it to build up with the chorus. you do still like what i have, right?" ariana questioned.

   y/n nodded in response. "yeah, it's really good," she finally overcame the awkward feeling that was filling her bones, placing her belongings down on the table and taking a seat next to ariana.

   she flipped through her book, stopping at the part where she had copied down ariana's first verse and began to write hers. "so, uh, instead of keeping the 'just wanna know is love completely off the table?' i was thinking we could change it up for my verse." she suggested, watching as ariana furrowed her brows but nodded so she would continue.

   "okay, cool. i was thinking like 'i don't think that love's completely off the table.' you know, since my verse is more confirming that if you'd let me in, then i'd treat you right and you'd have nothing to worry about. yeah?" y/n glanced back at ariana as she finished, hoping ariana was okay with the decision.

   the italian sat back, nodding as she took in the information. "yeah, yeah i like that. i feel like it seems more like a real conversation between the two parties then," she stood from the couch, tapping a pencil she had found against her lips. "damn, now all we really need is our bridge." she spoke to herself, biting on the eraser.

   y/n hummed in agreement, biting her nails as she already began to think. "do you have a instrumental track set in mind or do we need to be thinking about that too?" she questioned the girl, thinking that if they had the instrumental, it could be maybe a bit easier to write the bridge.

y/n immediately regretted her decision as ariana visibly rolled her eyes, a loud groan escaping her. "god, i told my fucking producer to get a move on with it, but he's taking fucking forever!" ariana complained, rubbing her temples.

"hold on, let me call him right now," she growled, stomping forward to grab her phone off the couch. y/n's eyes widened and she grabbed ariana's wrists without thinking first.

"wait, don't! it's okay...we don't need it right now even though it'd be nice. he's okay, we have time." she whispered cautiously, afraid of her reaction.

ariana rose an eyebrow before her eyes trailed down to y/n's hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. y/n blushed, taking her hand away quickly and apologizing.

the girl nodded, sucking on her teeth with her tongue. "...okay," she surprisingly agreed, backing away with her arms crossed.

y/n cleared her throat, "okay, do you have any ideas going yet? don't wanna make it too upsetting for you," her voice trailed off at the end, though ariana still heard her. she decided not to say anything though, only thinking how y/n thought she could talk to her like that and get away with it.

ariana rolled her eyes instead, falling back onto the couch and curling up in a ball. "no, i have no ideas. usually dalton helps me come up with lyrics sometimes but he hasn't been much of a help lately," ariana sighed, thinking about the problems she and dalton had been having lately.

he had been so distant with her for the past few days, and then he'd get angry and take it out on her by yelling for hours. the only times they had been together is when dalton wanted to have sex or a blowjob. ariana felt used and unloved. but she decided to do nothing about it because she was publicly engaged and she already had a reputation with her past relationships. if she breaks off two engagements in a row, what would everyone think of her? the worst thing about it was that she had no one to talk to.

all except y/n.

ariana sighed and turned to the singer who had her face shoved into her book, pencil twiddling between her fingers. "can i talk to you about something? i've seen from articles that you give good advice, so. also, i trust that you won't tell anyone important. i mean for one, you don't have anyone important to tell. and two, you don't want to get your ass beat." she sent her a sweet smile to contradict her words.

y/n's thick brows furrowed, but she set down her book and pencil, giving ariana her full attention.

"good," ariana smiled, but it dropped as she thought back to her fiancé. "okay so we obviously know dalton—he's the guy who popped a boner and then left," she laughed, earning a small one from y/n too.

"god, anyway! we've been engaged for a few months and together for over a year. we've always been good, you know? but he's been so distant lately and it's worrying me. i just—i feel like he's cheating, but i don't want to accuse him of doing something like that. and this may be a little tmi, but i feel that he's just using me for sex nowadays."

y/n frowned at ariana's rant, feeling disgusted at the man she didn't even know. "well, if your comfortable with doing so, id just tell him how you feel. communication is always key in a relationship—it's the way my fiancée and i have been together for as long as we have. uh, i don't usually support this but it's you, so i don't think you'd care." y/n chuckled, bringing her legs up on the couch.

"if you think he's cheating, maybe just ask to use his phone...? usually if someone is cheating, they'd hide their phone away from their partner so they won't be caught. if he does give it to you, it would probably ease some of your worries. and you're ariana fucking grande—if you push him enough he'll tell you anything you wanna know."

the simple sentence made ariana smile and feel better already. she nodded silently, dipping her head as she stared at her hands.

y/n cleared her throat again before speaking up, "and seriously, if he's treating you so bad that you, the ariana grande, feel this way, he doesn't deserve you. you deserve better than him. after all that you've been through, you deserve someone that loves and appreciates you just as much as you do them."

ariana smiled gently, nodding again with a blush coated on her cheeks. "thanks, weirdo." she thanked, already taking y/n's advice to heart.

y/n decided to just take it and ignore the name. she smiled widely, "of course, drama queen."

"uh uh, no. you're pushing it now." ariana pointed a finger at her, a smile tugging at her lips though.

is this bitch bipolar? y/n thought to herself. just wednesday she was threatening to cut off her dick off. now she was smiling and joking with her. is she like this with everyone?

y/n held up her hands in defense, flipping her body completely around she she was on her back, her legs resting against the wall and her head dangling off the end of the couch. "i'm so very sorry."

——
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