Being sixteen and all, I'm starting to think of ways I can 'decorate' my body. I already have a load of piercings, just like my aunt Nat, and I like drawing on my hands and arms a lot.
So despite me being underage, something my mind has been focusing on a lot lately is getting a tattoo.
I don't think my mom would say a simple 'no' and leave it at that, she's a bit more reasonable.
I think if I showed her the tattoo I'm planning on getting, then she might be more inclined to say yes.
It's not a big one, just two small butterflies diagonal from each other.
The main reason I want butterflies is because of past habits with hurting myself. The butterfly project is a very cute concept, and I think on some level it could be helpful.
So with hope in my heart, I walk into my mom's room where she's sitting on her bed, watching something on her laptop.
"Hi, darling," she smiles, pausing her TV show. "How's it going?" she asks and stands up to hug me before sitting back down and pulling me with her.
"Good. Um, you're not busy right now, are you?" I question hesitantly, not wanting to disturb her for this.
"No, not at all. I have all the time in the world for you. What's up? Do you need to talk?"
I chuckle nervously. "Sort of. Can you just promise to keep an open mind, please?"
She eyes me suspiciously. "I can try."
Following the not so reassuring reassurance, I take a deep breath before popping the question.
"Can I get a tattoo?"
Before she can answer, I start talking again.
"I know I'm only sixteen and not of legal age, but it's allowed if a parent signs off on it. It's not gonna be a massive one, let me show you," I say and hold my phone up to her face.
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WANDA's POV
Allowing Y/N to get a tattoo might not be the best idea. But in her defense, it isn't a big tattoo at all and honestly I find it kind of cute.
I don't question the meaning behind getting that specific one, I already know.
"Okay. That's fine with me. But could you maybe just give it some more thought and if you still want it by next week, I'll take you?"
Y/N frowns slightly at my request.
"Sweetheart, I don't think what I just asked is unreasonable. You are still a child and while I'm more than happy to take you, I need you to just think about it some more, please."
"Okay," she agrees sadly. "Thank you for at least hearing me out."
Still with the same look on her face, my daughter starts walking out of the room again.
"Y/N," I say, causing her to turn around and face me. "I didn't say 'no'. If you're still upset then I am more than happy to explain to you why I'm not gonna take you to get it right away."
She huffs, walking back over and flopping down beside me.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Can I just stay in here and watch something with you?" she asks, clutching onto my arm that's down by my side.
"Of course you can," I reply and kiss the top of her head before putting on a movie that both of us can enjoy.
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I noticed the entire time that Bridesmaids was playing that Y/N wasn't paying any attention whatsoever. Normally she's giggling away at every scene, but not this time. She just seemed very zoned out.
At first I thought that she was just upset that she has to wait to get her tattoo, but then I kept seeing her staring at her scars over and over.
That's when it really clicked for me. She wants to get her tattoo because she wants to cover her scars, which is something she shouldn't have to worry about but if she wants the tattoo to make her feel better, who am I to deny her of that?
"Evening, sweet pea," I greet my teenager when she walks into the kitchen after dinner. Y/N wanted to eat alone in her room tonight so I let her, and now she's bringing her plate down. "Didn't like the salmon?" I question when seeing her half-full plate.
"It was fine, I just couldn't finish it."
I hum in response, getting some tupperware out to put the leftovers in.
"Hey," I grab her attention, "Can we talk?"
Y/N nods tiredly, leaning against the counter as I begin with what I need to say.
"Look, I'm so happy that you felt able to come to me and ask me for that tattoo and like I said, I'm more than okay with you getting it. The reason I asked you to-"
"I'm done listening now," she decides and tries to walk away.
"Oh, no, you're not," I tell her and firmly hold her in place with my hands on her shoulders.
"The reason I asked you to wait a little while longer is because you're young, and tattoos are permanent, and it's a big decision. However, I've had some time to think, and I've come to the realization that you need this. You want those scars to be covered up and as much as you don't need to do that, I understand if that's what you want. So, come on. I'm taking you to the best nearby tattoo parlor."
In shock to my change of mind, Y/N looks at me in a confused manner. I simply shrug and watch as her lips curl into a grateful smile.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaims before throwing herself into me for a hug.
"You're welcome, lovebug. Come on now, we don't have all night."
