Hey!
First of all, I’m a fan of your stories and chubby!TeenWolf stories. Thanks for that.
So last night I was looking for chubby!isaac stories and I was greatly disappointed to see that there are none or just a few.
So I was imagining a story (but I’m a bad writer and English is not my first language).
It was more like an alternate universe where Talia Hale was the proud owner of a successful bakery in Beacon Hill with her dear friend Melissa McCall.
Both of their kids (Derek Hale and Scott McCall) work there since they are teenagers and, well, constantly around pastries helped their waistline (like two obese 16 years olds kids).
I was at first thinking about a Sterek story where Stiles come back with his dad in California after years of absence and met again his (very) fatter best friend, Scott. Then he is introduced to Derek and BAM! they fall in love etc…etc…
But we could imagine that Talia Hale adopted Isaac after his dad abused him. And after finding a new stable home, family and friends, she proposed him to work at her bakery with Derek and Scott. Then he slowly start to put on weight. 😉
This alternative timeline could be so many things : Scile, Stisaac or Derek/Isaac (romance or brotherly). It could be third person point of view or Isaac centric.
I don’t know what you think but the world deserve more chubby!Isaac or Fat!Isaac
Awww that sounds precious and I agree the chubby!isaac is tragically scarce… I love the idea of alternate timelines lol it makes my multishipper heart rejoice! Fat Scott w chubby Isaac?? Thin Stiles w fat Scott or Isaac?? Fat Derek AND fat Isaac???? Ahhh beautiful <3
(In which everyone is fat and happy and has plenty of pastries and loves each other a lot)
Something a little different. Wrote this as a challenge to myself to write a teen wolf fic with a non-sterek pairing. Short but complete, just not edited yet.
Isaac's put on some weight since he moved out of his foster family's house and into Scott's. Derek tells him he needs to get back in fighting shape. Scott disagrees.
"Hey, I brought you your favorite." Scott plops the pastry bag next to Isaac's pre-calc book and grins. Using a few dollars of his earnings at the vet clinic to bring Isaac treats once or twice a week that make him actually *smile* is one of Scott's favorite things to do.
Unfortunately, today, when Isaac raises his eyes from his homework and glances at the Jolene's Bakery bag, he's not smiling.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Scott frowns. He drops into the dining chair next to him. "Did something happen?"
"No, it's fine." But Isaac's faint smile doesn't reach his eyes as he pushes the pastry bag back towards Scott. "I'm just not hungry."
"Then save them for later, dude," Scott shakes his head and pushes the bag back to Isaac. Isaac is still staring down at it. "Um. You being hungry isn't the actual problem here is it?"
Isaac quickly glances up at Scott, then looks away. "It's just. I went to Derek's for the training session today."
Scott nods, but feels his hands start to tense. Of course this involves Derek. Anything bad around Beacon Hills usually does.
"He said I need to get back in shape," Isaac says, still looking away from Scott. His cheeks are slightly flushed. His cheeks are no longer hollowed in and he no longer looks like the haunted, abused boy who Derek first turned. Since moving in with Scott and his mother a few months before, he's started smiling more, and even laughs once in a while. And he's been able to actually eat what he wants, and however much he wants, for the first time in his life. And Scott takes so much joy in the joy that Isaac seems to take in that.
Scott catches himself half-rising from the table, can tell his eyes are flashing gold when Isaac flinches slightly back, and forces himself to sit down, calm down, take a deep breath. "Derek is an idiot," Scott declares, vehemently. "You're in perfect shape. You're probably in better shape than you've ever been."
But Isaac shakes his head. "No," he says. "Derek's not wrong. I, uh, found that scale in the bathroom when I got back. I've gained like twenty-seven pounds."
Scott takes a deep breath. 27 pounds sounds like a lot. Like way too much to account for the slight roundness in Isaac's cheeks and the only hints of slightly softer belly that is barely even noticeable beneath his shirts -- Scott, he has to admit to himself, only notices because he notices everything about Isaac. But Isaac is like so freaking tall, 27 pounds probably isn't even that much on his frame.
"You're eating properly for the first time ever," Scott tells him, and stands up to approach him. Isaac moves his chair around slightly so Scott can get closer, so Scott knows this is okay. "And you look good. Like. Really, really good."
Isaac's eyes go wide and lips part slightly. Scott can't help himself. He leans down, presses his lips to Isaac's, and, when he hears a moan, isn't sure whether it's himself, or Isaac. But then Isaac pulls away.
"I thought we weren't." Isaac cut himself off, but Scott knows what he was referring to. That brief kiss the year before, when Isaac had tentatively and so softly pressed his lips to Scott's, and Scott had felt such a surge of want that he didn't know he was even capable of, and kissed him back until he realized that he couldn't do that.
"I'm not with Allison anymore," Scott says. They broke up shortly after that, and that breakup had been more mutual--and apparently more permanent--than any of the ones before. Since then, Scott’s thought of kissing Isaac again all the time, but it hadn't been long after that that Isaac had moved out of his foster home and in with Scott and his mother. And Isaac had looked happy for the first time since Scott had known him. It felt wrong to push Scott's desires onto him when it could end badly, when Isaac might not even want it anymore, when it could potentially make Isaac feel uncomfortable in the first safe home he’s ever had.
But now. Isaac's staring at him, bright eyes caught somewhere between hope and heartbreak, and Scott chooses hope, hope, always hope.
He kisses him again.
When they finally pull back to catch their breaths, Isaac says, "But that was a long time ago. I thought--I mean, if you'd wanted--"
"I was just trying to do the right thing," Scott says and runs a hand down Isaac's side, thumbing the curve of flesh that hangs over the side of his jeans. "I thought--"
But Isaac kisses him again, and Scott loses whatever he was going to say.
like… no, but really, just… so, fun anecdote: the campus bookstore at my undergrad was right across the quad from the one dining area/student gathering place where I liked to hang out because it was a nice space and equidistant or at least not far from basically everything else that I could need to go do (dorms, different buildings for classes, the library, the theatre building, etc.)
and the campus bookstore generally always had packages of double stuffed Oreos for reasonably priced, and failing that, they were pretty much always on sale at the Stop-N-Shop a few blocks off from the apartment style dorms at one of the far ass ends of campus. (the other far ass end of campus was the science building. and this was all set in Westchester County, NY so there were hills everywhere.
in my freshman year, there was like, a 3-4 week period where I was laid up with a seriously injured ankle… and had an early morning class in the science building. …I got to know the nice people from campus security pretty well during that period but that's beside the point.)
the point is… on days when everything sucked, my best friend/platonic soulmate person and I had a habit of going and buying packages of double stuffed oreos and sharing them with people, and between the two of us and the 1-4 members of our circle of friends who were around in the Pub at any given time, those packages could be gone in an hour, hour and a half.
so really, I'm just saying: college au/setting Scott and Stiles stocking up on packages of double stuffed oreos and losing track of how much they're eating until the things are empty. and then they just kind of blissfully keep doing it and Stiles probably does it even more regularly out of spite when Isaac decides to invite himself along because… well, fine, Stiles hates him for existing and being Scott's friend, but Scott said that Isaac could come and have some of the cookies, too, so there. :|
basically? cute chubby boys eating double stuffed oreos (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
…I don't know where this thinks it's going, but hilariously, it started from the, "accidental boyfriends Skittles with chubby feedee!Scott" idea.
and then Isaac and Stiles decided to come along too. I'd say that Isaac's probably going to the Lysaac or Mahealahey place but lbr, he's probably going to the Isaac/Everyone place because that's his default setting.
…well, I say that I don't know where it's going. what I mean is that I have Scott's weight, and his gains and milestones, and his measurements, plus a handful of notes about feels and stuff all worked out for a few months. I have Stiles's worked out about 80% of the way and I'm playing with Isaac notions while waiting at the pharmacy.
…it's just the part of actually building up scenes and a fic that I don't have all worked out yet.
the one and only place it's probably not going to go here is full triad Isaac/Scott/Stiles.
because I can see Isaac and Stiles as being able to handle each other, and even being able to deal with Scott sleeping with both of them (which isn't a problem for a while, since Scott and Stiles take their time on actually being boyfriends, so until then it's more that Stiles is okay with Scott having sex with Isaac while making his sexually frustrated faces at Scott, and Isaac's okay with how Scott makes heart eyes at Stiles too.
then, when Skittles actually start dating each other, it's that they have some arrangement where they're mostly fully monogamous but they have a shortlist of thirds and/or people they can sleep with aside from each other. said shortlist being Isaac [Scott], Kira [both], Malia [both but mostly Stiles], and Danny [both but mostly Scott])
…I just don't really see the two of them having sex with each other, and I feel like if Scott tried to organize a half-hate sex threesome, he'd probably end up getting exasperated and going to the diner with Allison and Kira for some late night pancakes instead. because Isaac and Stiles would end up yelling about their different opinions of Han Solo and which of them "has more of a right" to identify with Han than the other, and just…
yeah, no, if you two aren't going to play nicely and actually have this threesome, Scott's getting pancakes without you. :|
***
Mid-August is always pretty much the worst time of the year, in Stiles's experience. Or anyway, at least, it's somewhere in the top five. The weather's muggy, it's sweltering outside, the sweat clings to your skin and everything's too slow to be allowed — and this year's no exception.
For one thing, going off to college means that school might as well be starting almost two weeks early. And that just makes the weather even worse. While he and Dad, Isaac, Scott, and Melissa move all the boxes and suitcases out of the cars and up to a cramped third-floor triple in one of the co-ed dormitories, Stiles can seriously, hand to God, feel reality trying to freaking drown him in a mess of humidity and heat and gross.
None of which gets exactly helped by the way that Dad keeps eyeing Stiles.
Specifically, nothing's helped by the way that Dad keeps arching his eyebrows when Stiles has to stop and catch his breath. Or by the way that he rolls his eyes and huffs as if to say, I told you so about this, kid, every time Stiles says freaking anything about how he's tired or about the boxes being heavy.
And then there's the way he keeps casting Pointed Looks down at Stiles's stomach, especially when Stiles takes a pause to breathe. Even without always looking, he can feel Dad's eyes on him, watching how Stiles sucks in hard on his deep breaths, only to let his stomach surge out back into place on each exhale. He feels the way Dad grimaces at the sight of it, at the sight of an old t-shirt straining to keep Stiles covered, stretching tight around his middle, and sometimes riding up in protest, leaving a pale strip of skin exposed.
Stiles doesn't need to look Dad's way to know: the kind of Pointed Looks he's shooting now are the sort that always, pretty much universally, indicate a suspicious or, worse, possibly a disappointed parent. Sometimes even both. …Usually both, at least in Stiles's case.
Still, though, it's not as though Dad's in the wrong right now. Stiles doesn't need Dad's disapproval or the full-length mirror inside their new shared closet to tell him that much.
Kassie: You know what's a happy thought? …well I don't know how to verbalized it succinctly yet but the most basic gist of it was me going, "you know what would fit well with sugar daddy Chris/Isaac? some chubby Isaac. That would be soooo good."
Kassie: …Camden is very very upset with me but eh, I'll just have Derek go suck his dick or something.
Zani: yessssssssss
Kassie: Isaac being like a content spoiled kitty because his sugar daddy can totally afford to buy him fuck off expensive chocolates and truffles from Europe.
Kassie: Isaac totally just taking it easy and being a lazy, bratty bottom and being all like "ugh Chris if you can't fuck me harder then I can just go fuck Scott :)" to egg him on and doing like none of the work here at all.
Kassie: Isaac being lazy and contented and spoiled and indulgent and getting a bit of chub and eh not caring really because he's still hot and he's happy so w/e. :3
Zani: i love this
Zani: i also love isaac being all smirky and knowing how hot he is
Zani: and never even thinking for a second that being chubby makes him less hot
Kassie: Oh god no, like… I actually went off on a sort of huge tangent about my chubby Isaac ideas on a post from yesterday and like. It was part of explaining that Scott's reaction to his own chub can be variable for me, as opposed to Isaac's and Derek's, because they have really reliable sorts of reactions for me?
Kassie: Derek is usually kind of surly and down on himself about it, and he eventually comes around but like… it isn't part of the person he thinks he needs to be in order to be of value to any of the people he loves, give or take Peter being a fat shaming asshole
Kassie: But Isaac is just… maybe he needs a period to get better adjusted to having to do things differently in some cases?
Kassie: But he's mostly just like, "whatever, I'm a sex shark at any size and perpetually hot as all fucking get out, anybody would be lucky to fuck me, and judging by Scott's blatantly aroused face that he makes when he stares and thinks I can't see him? He totally agrees :)"
Kassie: As soon as Isaac figures out that Chris is into his chub too, Isaac totally just starts wearing Chris's skin tight low cut v-necks to be a tease. And… Chris is so aroused, he just wants to punch something.
Hmm, maybe... chubby Derek and/or Scott? This kink is consuming my soul xD
Hahaha omg are you through all those already?? But I feel you ok here we go. Pls let me know if i’ve forgotten anything you guys, I’m trying to create kind of a masterlist here bc why not. This is literally every not-Stiles chubby!tw dude fic I’m aware of. One day maybe I’ll make one for the ladies and it’ll be so short I’ll cry lolol
Chubby!Derek
Fic snippet by monkshoodandsons
Another fic snippet by monkshoodandsons
Ficlet by monkshoodandsons
You’re the Jelly to My Donut (So Fill Me Up) RP by myself and monkshoodandsons
Food Baby by IddlyFiddly
make the stars look like they’re not shining by acederek
A New Schedule by ElasticElla
haunting, familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it (do you have to let it linger?) by amorremanet
Sweatin’ With the Sourwolf by charlie_bleecker
“…So?” by SaltySweetLicorice
Fic snippet by Resiliencefa and corresponding fic, Stripped of Control
Ficlet by Resiliencefa
Ficlet by waterchuck
Real or not real? by lheadley
Stuffed by FirreFlys
Chubby! Sterek Bakery AU Series by chubbstilesandderek
Ficlet by allydiaskittles
The Big Picture by me, on Tumblr or AO3
A Study in (Chubby) Kink by me, Tumblr or AO3
Fic snippet by me
Not!fic by me
Chubby!Scott
the more things change and other platitudes like that by amorremanet
I really really really want an RP partner to do Chubby Teen Wolf stuff with, there's just not enough of it and I need a slice of this pie. If theres anyone who wants to/is willing to do chub/stuffing rp with me, jump me at
