A Little Pack Meeting

Bad Things Happen Bingo: De-Aging

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This chapter contains age regression and de-aging of a main character. It is due to magic and past trauma. Take care! Enjoy!!

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It had been a long week during which Stiles had turned eighteen and celebrated with the pack. He didn't feel eighteen. He felt much older.

During a pack meeting on a Friday afternoon after a long week, Stiles's head felt heavy, and his thoughts grew fuzzy. He wasn't tired per say, at least he didn't think he was tired. He wasn't sleepy. That was for sure, but it was a sort of bone deep exhaustion.

The best way to describe it was that he was tired of being older. Stiles had never gotten the childhood he deserved and sometimes he wished he could go back and just be a kid. Sometimes he wished he could just let go and be little again.

As the meeting wore on and finally ended with pizza and a movie Stiles blinked in confusion. "Could I maybe have mac n cheese?"

The pack looks at him weirdly.

"Oh um, please?"

Nobody moved except Peter, who sat next to him. Stiles curled himself into a small ball and tucked himself against Peter's side, his head tucked under Peter's chin.

Surprisingly Isaac spoke up first. "Sure! Is it okay if it's Kraft or did you want some homemade mac n cheese?"

Stiles smiled shyly. "Homemade, please?"

Isaac grinned and nodded, heading to the kitchen. "I taught myself how to make a white cheese sauce. I think you'll love it."

With a roll of his eyes, Scott called the pizza place to order pizza for everyone. He included a small Hawaiian pizza as Stiles's usual. Stiles frowned slightly because Scott was wrong. Stiles didn't like Hawaiian pizza anymore and he hadn't since junior high. Still, he didn't say anything, since Izzy was making him mac n cheese. He licked his lips and with a happy sigh melted against Peter more.

"Stiles?"

Stiles looked over at Erica. "Catwoman!" He giggled and Erica smiled at him awkwardly.

"What movie did you wanna watch? It's your turn."

Stiles's eyes widened and he beamed. "Can we watch 'Punzel please?"

The atmosphere was tense as the pack members exchanged looks. No one understood what was going on. Stiles didn't understand what was wrong or why they were making faces. They said it was his turn. Did they not like 'Punzel?

When Peter's fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles's hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected.

Derek had been watching from his place in the recliner when it finally clicked for him. He realized what was happening. He knew that almost everyone would not understand, and he felt a fierce protectiveness swelling inside him. The scents around the alpha were not pleasant at all.

While Stiles was smelling content and happy, the rest of the pack, excluding Peter, Isaac and himself, smelled like annoyance, confusion, anger–Scott–and frustration. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked, and Derek was waiting for the inevitable moment when one of them would say something negative. He was sure it wouldn't be long. Most of the time, he loved his pack and as alpha, it was his job to look out for all of them, but that didn't mean he always liked his pack.