taylor swift mother imagines

she talks you out of getting a tattoo

idk what this is but happy august!!!

stream august xoxo

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If anything, there were two things you wanted for your 18th birthday. To dye your hair, and to get a tattoo. You didn't know if your mom would allow either, but there was no harm asking her, right?

"Mom?" You asked, walking into the kitchen where she was stationed at, making breakfast for the both of you. "Hmm?" She hummed, not looking up from the frying pan she was holding.

"What do you think of this?" You held up your phone, which had a tiny little doodle of a cat on it. "Think of what?" She questioned again, still not looking up.

"Mom," you tried again. "Yes, sweetie?" She finally looked up at you, which caused you to roll your eyes a little and hold the phone closer to her face. "Oh, that's cute, y/n!" Taylor took your phone and took a closer look at it, now looking at all your little doodles on there. "These are so good! You're so talented!" She complimented, which left you grinning like an idiot.

She passed you back your phone before going back to the stove. You cleared your throat, and tried a different approach as you noticed she wasn't asking more questions. "Those pancakes smell good."

"Thank you honey," she spoke as she took the last one out of the pan, and placing it on one of the two plates.

"Mom."

"Yes, honey?" Taylor sat on the stool across from you, starting to dig into her stack of pancakes as you started rambling off.

"Sooo... you know how my birthday's this week... right? Well, I was wondering if maybe... if I could get a tattoo and maybe dye my hair?" You asked, while putting on your best puppy eyes.

"Y/n..." she rolled her eyes softly at your antics, which earned a tiny pout from you.

"Mom, please? I just want a tiny one..."

"I'm sorry honey, but no to the tattoo, I'll let you dye your hair, though," Taylor took another bite of her pancakes.

You pouted again, "Why not?"

"Maybe next year, when you're a little older."

"But I am old."

She raised an eyebrow at you, "You're turning eighteen this year, Y/n, you're still very young."

You sighed, not wanting to argue over something this small. "But... I can dye my hair, right?" You a an asked hopefully, as she nodded.

"Yeah, we can go to the salon later, unless you want to wait," she grinned, trying to get to feel a little happier.

You were, because even though you couldn't get the tattoo (yet), you got to dye your hair any color you wanted.

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again, idk what this is... send requests if you have any!