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4/4 Preference: Prom
what you’d wear to prom with each of the boys. complete with dress, shoes, hair, jewelry, and the flowers he’d bring you. 

4/4 Preference: Prom

what you’d wear to prom with each of the boys. complete with dress, shoes, hair, jewelry, and the flowers he’d bring you. 

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Imagine: Ashton and your son walking into the airport as he leaves for tour again

*photo credits to ashton’s mum*

Imagine: Ashton and your son walking into the airport as he leaves for tour again

*photo credits to ashton’s mum*

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*not my gif, credits to the owner, whoever you are*image

"When’s this over?" Your 16 year old son Noah asks, slumping down further in his chair. You shrug, checking the clock on the wall.

"I believe you can leave as soon as someone that’s not me signs this ‘Detention Acknowledgement’ waiver." You say and he sighs

"You’ve got to be kidding me." He mutters. The door swings open, revealing a flustered Michael.  Noah groans. "You’re only a half hour late."

"Sorry, I had band things." Michael says defensively "You should’ve just signed that stupid thing, Y/N. The poor boy shouldn’t still be here."

"How’d you end up here, anyways, Noah?" You ask, drumming your fingers on a stack of papers scattered around your desk.

"I yelled a ‘bad word’ in the middle of class." Noah shrugs like it was nothing. You sigh, whereas Michael laughs.

"This I’ve got to hear." He says, walking over to you "Care to share a chair?"

"Don’t be kinky, Mike." You warn, but make room for him anyways. He smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

"Well, uh, I was in geography," Noah begins "So, y’know how I have a teacher that really doesn’t care if you’re talking? These popular hoes in front of me were like, ‘Oh my God, Y/N Clifford is such a slut. It’s so obvious she’s just using Michael for his fame.’ So I said, ‘Don’t talk about my mum that way.’" 

Michael’s grip on you tightens as he says, “You got detention for that?”

"Kind of," Noah admits "Then they were like, ‘Your mum’s probably slept with all the other 5 Es Oh Es boys. You’re probably not even really Michael’s kid.’ And I was all, ‘Don’t tell people lies about people you don’t know.’ And of course, by then I was livid. Then one of them was just like, ‘You’re mum’s such a pathetic whore.’ In which I responded with standing up and yelling, ‘My mum’s not a whore, you nasty-ass hoe!’ And then I got sent to the office."

"You called her a nasty-ass hoe?" You ask, trying not to laugh at your son. The hate didn’t really bother you, it just came with being Michael’s wife and you just ignored it.

"That’s amazing, Noah," Michael laughs. You hit his arm and he shuts up.

"I just didn’t like that girl talking about you that way, Mum." Noah says

"I appreciate you standing up for me, but next time might I suggest a… cleaner choice of language?" You say, still suppressing a laugh. He nods, murmuring an "It won’t happen again."

"Can we just go home already, Y/N?" Michael moans "I don’t like schools."

"Sure, you just gotta fill out this explaining that you understand why Noah’s here." You pass him the paper and one of your green felt tip grading pens, which you know he likes. He fills out the form quickly and hands you the pen.

"Can I go now, Mrs. Clifford?" Noah asks, doing what he usually does whenever he’s in your classroom. He likes to call you Mrs. Clifford because it makes him feel normal, plus it annoys you. You nod and he stands up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"You guys wanna go get dinner or something?" Michael asks, taking the car keys out of his pocket. You and Noah exchange a glance, both shaking your heads. "Long week?" This time you both nod, making Michael chuckle. "Well, I’ll be waiting in the car, you two. Don’t wait up." He stands, kissing your cheek before leaving the room. You look over the paper your husband filled out.

CHILD’S NAME: Noah Clifford

DID THE CHILD EXPLAIN WHY THEY ARE IN DETENTION: Yes

COMMENTS: I don’t believe my son should’ve ended up in detention. Sure, he yelled out a few cuss words, but another student insulted his mother, who I think is the most beautiful woman on the planet. If anything, the student who insulted my wife should’ve been the one in detention, not Noah. And judging by my son’s description, the girl was actually a bigger slut than Y/N could ever be. Oh, and tell that nasty-ass hoe you call a student that it’s 5 sauce.

PARENT SIGNATURE: Michael Clifford

You smile as you read what Michael wrote on the paper. Noah watches you, amused.

"Your father’s really something," You comment, shaking your head. Oh, Michael.