Imagine Book 2

Tramp Stamp- Nancy Hicks-Gribble (King of the Hill)

As requested by Antisuperstar! Male Y/N.

The morning sun filtered softly through the blinds of the Gribble household, casting streaks of warm light across the living room floor. The hum of the air conditioner competed with the distant sounds of lawnmowers and birds chirping in the Arlen neighbourhood. Y/N stretched out on the couch, a rare day off granting him some much-needed downtime. Normally, he'd be at the tattoo shop, steadying his hand as he transformed people's ideas into permanent art. But today was different—a day to relax at home with Nancy. Joseph was over at Bobby's house, leaving just the two of them for the first time in what felt like weeks.

Nancy's voice floated in from the kitchen, singing softly to herself as she prepared lunch. Y/N couldn't help but smile as he listened. Nancy had a way of brightening up a room just by being in it. Her Southern charm and radiant energy were irresistible, even on the most mundane of days.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous today," she called out, her accent making even casual remarks sound flirtatious. "I'm fixin' you a grilled cheese the Nancy Hicks way—extra buttery."

"Oh, I'm spoiled, huh?" Y/N teased, swinging his tattooed legs off the couch and padding into the kitchen. His arms, covered in intricate designs of skulls, roses, and abstract patterns, flexed as he leaned against the doorway. Nancy turned to glance at him, her golden blonde hair catching the light, and flashed him a playful wink.

"You're spoiled rotten," she replied with a grin, flipping the sandwich with a practised hand. "You're lucky I like you so much."

Y/N chuckled and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "Well, I guess I should make sure you keep liking me, huh?"

Nancy laughed, leaning back against him. "Oh, you're doing just fine, sugar."

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's warmth, before Nancy slid the grilled cheese onto a plate and handed it to him. "Here you go, mister. Now, you eat up, and maybe I'll make you somethin' sweet later."

As Y/N sat down at the kitchen table, Nancy poured herself a glass of iced tea and joined him, resting her chin in her hand as she watched him eat. He caught her staring and raised an eyebrow. "What's on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment, then set her glass down. "You know, I've been thinkin' about somethin' lately," she said, her tone unusually tentative.

"Oh yeah?" Y/N asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. "What's that?"

Nancy twirled a strand of hair around her finger, a nervous habit he'd come to recognize. "Well... I've always wanted a tattoo," she admitted. "Specifically a tramp stamp, but I never had the courage to actually go through with it."

Y/N nearly choked on his sandwich. He swallowed quickly and looked at her, amused. "A tramp stamp? Really?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. I always thought they were kinda sexy, you know? But every time I thought about getting one, I'd chicken out. Plus, Dale always said they were tacky."

"Well, Dale's opinion doesn't matter much now, does it?" Y/N said, smirking. "And for the record, I think tramp stamps can be pretty sexy too. Especially if it's on you."

Nancy laughed, a melodic sound that filled the kitchen. "You're just sayin' that."

"No, I mean it," Y/N insisted. "In fact..." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't I give you one? Right now. I've got my tools upstairs."

Nancy's eyes widened. "Right now?"

"Why not? Joseph's at Bobby's, so we've got the house to ourselves. It'll be fun."

Her lips parted in surprise, then curved into a wide smile. "You know what? I think I'll take you up on that."

Y/N grinned, standing up from the table. "Alright, then. Let's do this."

The two of them headed upstairs to the spare room Y/N had converted into a mini studio for practising his art. The walls were adorned with framed sketches and photos of tattoos he'd done over the years. His workstation was meticulously organized, with rows of ink bottles in every colour imaginable and an assortment of needles and equipment neatly laid out.

Nancy looked around the room, her excitement bubbling over. "I can't believe I'm finally doin' this. I don't know why I didn't just ask you sooner."

"Well, better late than never," Y/N said, pulling on a pair of gloves. "So, what kind of design are you thinking? Something simple, or do you want to go all out?"

She tilted her head, considering. "Hmm... I've always liked cowgirl stuff, you know? Maybe a hat and some boots. Somethin' that says 'Texas girl through and through.'"

Y/N nodded, already picturing the design in his head. "Cowgirl hat and boots, huh? I can make that work. Give me a minute to sketch something out."

He grabbed his sketchpad and a pencil, quickly sketching a rustic design that featured a cowboy hat resting on a pair of worn boots, surrounded by subtle swirls to give it a touch of flair. When he showed it to Nancy, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, Y/N, that's perfect! I love it!"

"Good. Now, let's get you prepped." He gestured toward the tattoo chair in the corner of the room. "Go ahead and lie down on your stomach."

Nancy did as he instructed, pulling her shirt up to expose the small of her back. She wiggled a little as she got comfortable, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. "You sure you're ready for this, sugar? I might squirm a little."

Y/N chuckled, rolling his stool over to her side. "Don't worry. I've had clients who've squirmed a lot worse. You'll be fine."

He began by cleaning the area with rubbing alcohol and applying the stencil he'd created. Nancy craned her neck to look in the mirror, grinning when she saw the outline. "It's already lookin' good!"

"Just wait," Y/N said, reaching for his tattoo gun. "The real magic's about to happen."

As he began inking the design, Nancy winced slightly at the first prick of the needle, but she quickly relaxed as Y/N worked with practised precision. The room was filled with the soft buzz of the tattoo gun and the occasional murmur of conversation as they talked about everything from Joseph's latest antics to Nancy's career at the TV station.

"You're so focused," Nancy said after a while, her voice soft. "It's kinda sexy, watchin' you work like this."

Y/N glanced up at her, smirking. "You're not supposed to distract the artist, you know."

"Well, maybe I can make it up to you later," she said with a wink.

When Y/N finally finished, he leaned back to admire his work. "Alright, Nancy. You're all done. Want to see?"

She sat up carefully, avoiding the fresh tattoo, and walked over to the mirror. When she saw the finished design, her hands flew to her mouth in delight. The hat and boots looked perfectly rustic, with just the right amount of shading and detail to make them pop.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, turning to face him. "I love it so much!"

"I'm glad," he said, smiling. "You wear it well."

Nancy didn't hesitate. She crossed the room in a few quick steps and threw her arms around him, pressing a flurry of kisses to his face and neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she gushed between kisses. "You're the best husband a girl could ask for."

Y/N laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, being careful to avoid his fresh art. "Hey, I'm just glad I could finally give you something you've been wanting for so long."

Nancy pulled back slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with affection. "Well, now I owe you big time, mister."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N asked, his tone playful. "And how exactly do you plan on repayin' me?"

Nancy grinned mischievously. "Why don't you come downstairs and find out?"

Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and led him out of the room, her laughter echoing through the house...