#singles as fuck and planing to eat at least one full pack of my fav chocolate but the thought counts right?

[sneezegoblin]

Happy Valentines Day!! I present u with these trashy french guy themed cards!!!!

Now go and harass your loved ones with these eye sores <3

[sterekchub]

Chubby Derek Prompt: Stiles works at an ice cream shop, and Derek comes in every day to flirt with him but can't quite work up the nerve. Meanwhile, Stiles can't exactly flirt in front of his manager but he keeps sneaking Derek extra ice cream or toppings in his sundaes. Cue Derek getting chubby from their courting.

So I turned this into a chubby!lawyer Derek story. Not a cohesive story…more like snippets into their relationship. I tried this new style…don’t think I like it so probably won’t be doing it again. But chubby derek is always my fav :) This one is more plot and my others are so far ending up as nothing but chubby banter. :)

I have more amazing prompts I’m working on, but feel free to submit more!

“Hi! Welcome to Freezer Treats.”

The guy ignores Stiles and starts looking at the menu like he had never ordered ice cream before. Judging by his physique he probably hadn’t. His dress shirt was tight, not obscenely so, but enough that Stiles was sure there was a six pack of abs under there and not the slightest hint of any pudge around his waist. The man and his suit looked like they came out of Armani catalogue. He had to be a porn star or a model; otherwise he was simply wasting a perfect opportunity to flaunt his good looks.

“If you don’t know what you want, I could make suggestions?”

“A small chocolate.”

“Umm, sure big guy. You like peanut butter?”

He gets a nonverbal nod in response. Oookay then. Cute, but not a talker. Stiles can work with that.

The credit card he gets handed is a company card from Wolfram Law and, if possible, Stiles swoons just a little bit more. Wolfram Law was one of the top law firms in New York, known for taking on some groundbreaking cases most attorneys would never touch.

So drop-dead gorgeous and intelligent enough to be in the most prestigious law office around. That makes Stiles more willing to forgive this mystery guy for the sour look on his face. Seriously, who frowns at ice cream?

Especially the triple scoop, chocolate peanut butter sundae, with extra peanut butter cups added.

Small nothing. The guy can clearly use the extra sugar.

***

“Hey, Sourwolf!”

The guy glares at him. “Stop calling me that.”

“I don’t know what else to call you. Your credit card just says Wolfram Law and I’m not calling you that.”

“Do you always read people’s credit cards?”

Stiles shrugs. “We’re supposed to check the names and the signatures. You don’t know how many people with stolen cards come in here. Who steals a card and gets ice cream? Seriously like, why not buy a plane ticket or jewelry or something.”

“How do you know I haven’t stolen this card?”

“You look like a lawyer,” Stiles grins. “The broody face, expensive suit…plus who would steal a card, use it at the same place for a week, and use it a block down from where they stole it? If you’re going to get arrested, go out in luxury on some private island, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

***

“Is that a joke? Stiles?”

“Seriously? You just noticed the name tag?”

“Yes.”

“Why would I write a fake name? I’m not trying to get fired.  Stiles Stilinski is my full name.”

“That’s not a real name.”

“Trust me, my real first name is awful. Stiles is way better.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ll have you know the manager let me create the Stiles Surprise and it is a legendary dessert on campus.”

By legendary, he means a sugar overload of marshmallows, gummy bears, hot fudge, and a mix of four ice cream flavors that change depending on his mood. He hands it over and the lawyer raises an eyebrow – which Stiles has decided is the key to deciphering all his moods – but he takes it without complaint.

“Bye, Sourwolf!”

***

After two weeks, Stiles finally gets his name.

“You can just call me Derek, you know,” the man- Derek, apparently – says gruffly.

“What?”

“Derek Hale. That’s – I figured you knew.”

“How would I know that? You haven’t once introduced yourself.”

“Everyone around here knows the firm. I figured…” Derek shrugs, looking embarrassed. “Never mind.”

Stiles might – might- possibly brush his fingers against Derek’s while he hands over the waffle cone surprise – a waffle cone coated with two layers of chocolate and caramel.

“See you tomorrow, Derek.”

Stiles gets a smile that shows a bit too much teeth to be considered truly friendly, but it’s a start.

***

“It’s sinful,” Stiles moans to Scott, flopping down on the bottom bunk. “No one has a right to lick ice cream cones like that.”

“How have you not been fired?”

“I don’t talk about how he ‘floats when he walks’ or has a ‘smile like sunshine’ or is ‘the one true love of my life’ constantly.”

Scott smiles broadly. “Well she is. And at least I wasn’t giving her free food every day.”

“Hey he pays. For some of it. He needs to indulge his sweet tooth more often; I’m just helping him relax more.”

Scotts rolls his eyes and coughs. “Sure. That’s why.”

***

Stiles really hates the store’s policy. There was a strict no dating or flirting with the customers rule that came into place when Scott was fired. Allison smiled at him once and the entire soft serve mix he was holding had spilled over the floor – which was still sticky no matter how many times Stiles mops it. It wasn’t fair. Scott got fired, started dating Allison, and got a great job at her father’s company; Stiles is stuck with sticky floors and student loans that mean he really needs this job, no matter how hot Derek Hale is.  

He can’t figure Derek out. He stops into the store on a regular basis, always at the same time, exchanges some snarky banter of increasingly long duration with Stiles, then leaves. It has to be Derek’s way of flirting. Why else stop in so often?  Stiles loves ice cream more than anyone, but even he can’t eat it every single day.

Not that he’s complaining. It was slowly becoming noticeable that some extra weight was creeping unto Derek the last few months. Nothing too obvious, unless you were invested in memorizing his features like Stiles was, but Derek’s cheeks were starting to fill out slightly and there was a definite tightness where his pants had started digging into the small accumulation of fat around his waist.

Stiles feels only slightly guilty for hoping Derek decides to keep stopping in, his barely rounded belly growing to be a proper gut, while the rest of his body expands to match.

He definitely does not start giving Derek extra whipped cream on everything he orders.

***

The next time he comes in, Derek again orders a small ice cream and looks exasperated when Stiles hands him a large.

“I ordered a small. I always order a small.”

“The upgrade is on me. For my favorite customer.”

“You’re the reason my pants don’t fit.”

“You look fine to me. More than fine, actually. Like unacceptably hot.”

“These are a bigger pair,” Derek mutters.

Stiles does not check out his rounded ass on the way out and confirm his suspicious not all the weight is going to his stomach. Nor does he get a write up from his manager, who overheard him ‘inappropriately complimenting customers.’ Whatever.

***

When Derek next comes into the shop, a strikingly attractive blonde woman wearing a top far too revealing to be appropriate, is standing behind the counter, looking extremely bored.

“Is Stiles here?”

“Obviously not.” She studies him intently, then smirks at him. “You must be Derek. Stiles mentions you a lot.”

“I don’t want to know,” Derek sighs. “I’m sure it’s nothing good.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “You’re as oblivious as he is.”

Derek orders a small milkshake. He gets a large one, piled with whipped cream and sprinkles.

“Stiles’ order.”

***

Derek actually orders a large sundae. Not to be outdone, Stiles gives him two extra brownies, topping it off with five scoops of cake batter ice cream and an ungodly amount of whipped cream.

“You should definitely order that every day.”

“I’ve gained twenty ponds since I started coming here, Stiles.” Derek teases, pinching at his love handles starting to spill over the waistband of his pants.

“So what’s twenty or thirty more?”

“Jesus, Stiles. You’re going to make me fucking fat.”

“Yep. Too late to stop now, buddy. You’ve been coming in every day for months, admit you’re totally addicted. And not that you weren’t amazingly good looking before but, chubby is a good look for you.”

***

Stiles stares for a solid twenty seconds at Derek when he walks in and hopes the arousal he feels isn’t terrible obvious. Derek’s shirt is stretched so tightly against his plump belly that Stiles can see skin between the buttons. He’s dying to just touch him, undo the buttons and squeeze and kiss and grab, now that there is so much more to Derek then when he had first come into the shop.

“Wow – hi, Derek. How was your Christmas?”

He pats his stomach and Stiles is extremely grateful he his standing behind the counter. “I definitely overdid it a few times.”

Derek orders a milkshake in addition to a sundae. Stiles isn’t sure his legs are going to support him for much longer.

“I don’t know, looks like you could fit more in there, big guy.”

“Guess I could handle two sundaes.”

Derek leaves with two less buttons on his dress shirt and a swollen stomach that Stiles wants to bury his face in.

***

“Stiles, this is my older sister Laura.”

Stiles waves cheerfully. “Anyone tell you that you have the same terrifying brooding face that Derek does?”

Laura laughs. “I like this one, Derek.”

She goes to order something and Derek shakes his head. “Don’t bother. Stiles has yet to listen to what someone actually orders.”

“Guilty as charged.” He gives them both his salted caramel toffee sundae.

Laura only eats half hers, then pushes the other half to Derek.

“Now I know why you’re getting chubby, Der,” she teases, putting a hand on Derek’s stomach. “I’d be huge if I ate like this every day.”“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Stiles grins. “Derek is keeping us in business. 

“You know, Stiles, we have an opening in our research division, if you wanted. Free donuts every morning in the breakroom…the chocolate ones have always been Derek’s favorites.”

Stiles waits until his manager is looking before surging forward and kissing Derek. (Stiles may also take one of the huge ice cream vats with him later that day. But hey, he’s quitting anyway. And chocolate is Derek’s favorite flavor).

***