Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Runaway

(This was inspired by myloveforari so y'all should check her images out. We may do a collab so hehehe.)

Y/N POV:

I sighed as I check my watch, reading that it was 11:30 pm.

My mother was supposed to be home by 7:00 to help me with my wood shop assignment, but I guess she forgot I existed and stayed at the studio or some shit. I wasn't surprised though, she had been staying later and later every day, and would always come home in a pissed and annoyed mood.

I trudged upstairs and threw an oversized shirt and some loose shorts on while tying my hair up. I grabbed my toothbrush and vigorously scrubbed my teeth, glaring at myself in the mirror. When I was done, I skipped back downstairs and flopped onto the comfortable, leather couch. I switched through the channels before deciding I was going to watch 'My Spy'. (A/N such a great movie, highly recommend.) 

About 30 minutes into the movie I hear the front door unlock and open. I turned my head to see my mom walk in, carrying her jacket and her bag. She looked very tired and rundown and I knew that she definitely needed rest and relaxation.

"Hey Mom, you're home late." I said, turning my attention to the movie.

She turned to look at me and squinted, glancing between the movie and I. 

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? It's 12pm." She said sternly.

I internally rolled my eyes and turned back to her. 

"Mom it's a Friday night. I'm not doing anything tomorrow." 

"Oh." 

She frowned but shrugged it off, walking upstairs without a word. I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. 

Not even a 'goodnight sweetheart'. What did I do?

After a few minutes I switched the movie off and dragged my sock covered feet upstairs. As soon as I reached my bed, I fell onto the mattress and immediately went to sleep.

Short lil something.

Enjoy fuckers.

Also, I smell like beef so ima shower

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