A/N: I've been working on this for quite some time now and I hope you guys would enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing it. Anyway, this is a Human AU, there's no Hale fire, Kate Argent is still here, Stiles is leaning on the Chubby side of things.

This story will literally be my baby because some of the events that will happen in this fic had already happened in my life, as I am currently struggling to lose weight.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf and the recipes that will be/are used in this fic.

ENJOY!


Stiles' love for food has been the bane of his existence. Not like it made any difference. He was still a loser according to Jack-ass Whitemore.

Anyway, setting the opinion of the douchebag lacrosse Captain aside, everyone basically thinks he is a loser. Ever since he asked Lydia Martin out on a date freshman year and got rejected and humiliated, everyone seemed to think that he's a loser.

Well, he still has Scott McCall. His bestest best friends ever since they met in sandbox.

Just like his Mom, Stiles' love for food has no bounds. Even after Claudia's death, Stiles continued to provide great and healthy meals for his Dad and on occasion, the McCalls and sometimes people would actually pay him good money to cook them dinner. His cooking helped a lot, especially the repairs done to his Jeep, his college books, and heck, even his gaming consoles.

His passion knows no bounds so when he decided to take up Culinary Arts in college, no one was really surprised.

Sheriff John Stilinski cried a bit but it was alright.

Eventually, other than Scott, Lydia became his friend. One of his best friends. Jackson still isn't over it but he'll live, according to Lydia.


Years passed and he graduated with a degree in Culinary Arts and a minor in Business Management. He landed a job in a restaurant in LA to get experience and while waiting for Lydia to finish her degree.

They all moved back to Beacon Hills and Stiles and Lydia became business partners. They owned a restaurant called The Blue Moon and it was a hit.

Not even two years, certain celebrities would visit their restaurant, tourists would flock their door step and some would offer a job to Stiles, which he would gracefully decline.

Along with their growing business was Stiles' growing waistline, which Jackson always points out and Lydia would subtly point out.

It wasn't his fault per se. He loves food and apparently, it was a mutual understanding.

No wonder he has zero love life.


"Stiles, for some reason, I still find it hard to believe that you don't have time to workout." Lydia said as she took forked a shrimp into her mouth.

She was currently having a lunch meeting with Stiles at his apartment above the restaurant regarding their menu for next month. It was a Sunday and it meant that Stiles didn't have to work downstairs. Ah, the joys of being co-owners.

"Oh, by the way, this is absolutely divine. Is this the one with the chili?" She added as Stiles placed another meal in front of her.

Because unlike Stiles, Lydia would just burn it off by working out five times a week or having sex... Stiles thinks it's the latter.

"Yep, it's the Ginger, Garlic and Chili Shrimp. I got it from this website and dude, her recipes are awesome! Anyway, this is the Grilled Spice-Rubbed Beef Tenderloin Filets with Chimichurri." He said as he sat on the opposite of the table.

"C'mon, Stilinski, I want you to be my new project. We've been doing great for the past two years and I think, you should do something for yourself for a change." She suggested before going for a drink of her water.

Stiles sighed deeply, his jead almost dropping to the food in front of him and said, "Urgh... Lydia, you know how many years I've had this muffin top? You know how hard it is to stay on course when you know it won't work? I've been living like this for years so please... Just drop it, Lyds."

"We've been friends since freshman year in college, Stiles! I've seen you feed an angry mob of waiting customers when you were training. I've also seen what you're capable of. So, please, you've been getting your Dad to eat healthy and he's been doing great and sticking to his diet that you did. I think it's time that we change that." Lydia said, her eyes ablaze with passion and determination.

Stiles contemplated on the thought of changing his body. Lydia has a point and he has been having some difficulties with his cardio and damn it... He can't say no to Lydia.

"Fine! I, Stiles Stilinski, give you, Lydia Marie Martin, control over my Road to Fitness." Stiles groaned as he threw his head back in defeat.

"Excellent, give me a week to find you a personal trainer, okay? I'm so proud of you, Stiles."


The whole week was spent going through fitness articles through the web, buying health magazines and trying out more healthier versions of his recipes. Stiles would call that a win.


Lydia came in to the restaurant before opening for lunch.

She wore a smile on her face like she won the lottery or something.

"Stiles, I have food news! I finally found him!" Lydia said ecstatically as she swung the door kitchen doors.

Stiles was in the middle of grilling his steaks.

"I'm not entirely sure what man you found but congrats on your accomplishment! Now, let me get back to my steaks." Stiles said as he wiped off a bead sweat from his forehead.

"I've found you a personal trainer, silly duckling. Anyway, he's going to swing by the apartment tomorrow morning to discuss your fitness plan. Is that alright?" She waved off the comment and sat by the stool in front of Stiles' work area. Her blue skirt flowing as she sat and took a picture of her best friend.


Stiles thinks there's no going back.

Tbc...

please R&R