I asked for prompts and got sent an au prompt with tattoo artist Derek where Stiles moves into the apartment opposite him and secretly has tattoos, and it became this almost 4k fic. It might end up being expanded and put on ao3 at some point because it’s kind of a fun universe to play in.
Derek knows what he looks like, okay? He knows what the image of a dude as built as he is, with the amount of tattoos he has, gives off. He isn’t that person, but some people — they see the tattoos on his hands and his neck and assumptions get made. It doesn’t matter that the closest he’s come to prison is when he was caught drinking underage and his mom was called to pick him up and he spent the night vomiting into a trashcan; people still think what they want about him.
He has the best tattoo parlour in the state and some people still treat him like scum. Derek’s used to it.