Millie Bobby Brown Tattoo Novels & Stories

The neon sign above the door read “Ink & Bone” in flickering red letters. Mia Thompson stood outside for a full five minutes, heart hammering against her ribs, before she finally pushed the door open. At 29, Mia had always been the quiet, careful type , neat ponytail, soft cardigans, and a job as a children’s librarian that suited her gentle nature perfectly. Getting a tattoo had never been on her radar until six months ago, when she decided she wanted something permanent to mark the new chapter after her divorce. Something bold. Something just for her.

I say under my breath. “Next week. I will send the invitation.” Vicky says. The door opens to reveal a smiling Bella. “I think it went well,” I say to the girls. Bella doesn’t say a word, she smiles and sits beside me. “You better start talking,” Mia says. “Go get your tattoos.” “Mia.” “I will tell you guys after the tattoo.” She says. “Fine by me as long I get the gossip.” Bella picked out a butterfly tattoo, it was blue with a small write-up under it. It was fucking adorable. Once we got our tattoo we got back home.

I don’t remember ever having this tattoo on me and then I remembered the other one on the outer side of my left ankle which said Blue. Blue Mockingbird. “Did the lads put a tattoo on me while I was on a coma?” I pulled my head up and asked her. I see Maddie shaking her head, “No. I don’t think they did. Why?” I don’t remember having these new tattoos on me.

He grinned as he said that but I didn’t take offence, drawing wasn’t one of my talents. I nicknamed the old man Jerry in my mind and then I saw his name taped to his equipment tray. It read Petr. He went to the front of the store and left us in the back, I assumed to redraw my tattoo idea. Milo looked at the photos on the walls of other designs he’d done. Milo turned to look intently at me. “Are you going to tell me?” “Tell you what?” I knew he meant the idea behind my tattoo but I wasn’t going to give in so quickly. It held special meaning to me, everything on my skin did.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

I sit down on the bed, hanging my head forward as I dry my hair. “Oh, that was something Milo chose for me. It was his birthday, his last birthday we celebrated before he…” There’s silence for a moment before she sighs softly and I look at her. “Milena?” She shakes her head, clearing her throat. “Anyway, he said we should get tattoos. The catch - we picked one for each other and the location. I made him get a cherub’s booty on his biceps.” She snickers. “And he got me to get this random code. You know, he was such a nerd.”

A first step in removing her taint from his soul was to remove her name from his flesh. * * * Milli sat in the chair next to Lloyd, she seemed completely calm as the woman tattooist put filigree swirls and flowers over her cesarean scar. She had ‘Charlie’ and his birth date added in a looping scrolling script. Milli told the woman part of her story and the woman had opened up about all her struggles. Milli listened, and by the end, both were teary and hugging. The guy who owned the shop was finishing creating a tartan plaid on the ribbon to cover Antonia’s name. He smiled slightly as Milli followed the woman into another room to have her tattoo’s picture taken.

I gripped the marker tight and cleared my throat. “Do you like tattoos?” I asked Mabel. She turned her attention to me, her eyes curious. “I find them fascinating,” she said. “People can memorialize their favorite things, people, or precious moments right on their skin.” She spoke about Tanisha’s tattoos; a bird leaving a cage for travel, a rose for her mom. I heard her say Tanisha’s tattoos were beautiful. My mood dropped. How could she say that? How could she look at another person, someone else, and find them beautiful? My hand squeezed the Sharpie tighter.