anonymous asked:

do you know any klance photographer/model aus bc i think that'd be beautiful

it’s a great au tbh but it’s not that popular as of yet :-( 

however, there are a few so: 

i know you didn’t ask for it but a random couple of others where either keith or lance is a photographer or a model (not both, sorry):


Author: Scikopathik

Summary: Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.

Info: 11k | Explicit | Human!AU, Baseball!AU

Notes: I’m not really that into sport – not to mention that I don’t know squat about how baseball works a part from that there’s bats and balls involved, lol. But that said, I still find this fic ant its setup thoroughly enjoyable, and I bet that people who actually like baseball would love it. –M

Sneak Peek:

Derek could barely hobble his way from his garage to his kitchen that night. He pulled everything frozen he could carry out of the freezer and lay down on his bed. Ice packs for his shoulders, chest, frozen peas on his knee, his quads, his everywhere. Jesus. Derek had no idea how that scrawny little thing had worked him so hard.

His phone pinged and he groaned, slowly shifting to slide it tenderly out of his back pocket.

Gr8 warm up session! Real work starts tomorrow! see you @ 6 ;)

Derek groaned again. He was going to kill Stiles.

Or Erica.

Or Boyd. Maybe all three. First though, he was going to try to figure out how to take off his shoes without moving anything.

  • the entire marching bandom:wow band is such an important thing to me never give it up and live thru your dreams!! :))) band is a place where we can all come together and enjoy being a family and making music with endless memories!!! it doesnt matter if youre woodwind, brass, strings, or percussion; we are all united together in harmony ♥♥♥♥♥
  • me:what happens if i put a banana in my instrument

post s.2: Stiles doesn’t want just any summer fling. He wants Derek. And Lydia is determined to help Stiles get him.

For the stereksupportnetwork‘s July beach/summer/vacation prompt. I went a little crazy with the tropes here, including: summer fling, beach trip, beach volleyball, bonfire, misunderstandings, popsicle flirting, and more!

“What we need,” Lydia Martin, strawberry-blonde goddess and until recently the one and only love of one Stiles Stilinski’s life, slides her attention from the people passing the outdoor café to eye him critically, “is to find some summer flings.”

It’s been about two weeks since Jackson-gate, when his parents decided to up and leave the country on a moment’s notice, taking the newly minted beta and, until recently, one and only love of Lydia Martin’s life with them.

The Stiles of three months ago would have been ecstatic. The Stiles of right now still can’t say he’s terribly broken up about seeing the last of the person who had been the bane of his high school, middle school, and much of his elementary school existence, but he does feel some empathy for Lydia – who had to take the news in tandem with that of her best friend clearing out to France for the summer – and even for Derek, whose betas have been dropping like flies since April. Even Isaac, considering the amount of time he’s been hanging around Scott recently (and no, Stiles is not the littlest bit bitter about that), seems to be hanging onto Derek’s pack by a thread. The guy had spent about half a second being not totally alone in the world, and even Jackson Whittemore has got to be better company than nothing.

There’s a very good reason why Stiles’ brain is jumping straight to Derek at the mention of “summer flings,” and that reason is also why Stiles is able to flash Lydia a smile and respond with no real degree of seriousness:

“You offering, Lyds?”

Three months ago, Stiles would have been utterly serious. And three months ago Lydia wouldn’t have been sitting in a café smiling at him. All in all, he’s pretty ok with the trade-off.

Even if he has managed to trade one impossible crush for another.

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