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The door to Stiles’ dorm room opens, waking him from a really good nap. He’s waking up slowly, mostly just registering that he’s warm and extremely comfortable. He doesn’t remember why he’s so warm until he hears the light switch and whatever his roommate is saying cuts off in a stuttered, “What the fuck?”
Stiles isn’t sure what this looks like to Dylan, but he’s sure it looks bad. Well, maybe not bad. Strange. Definitely strange.
He spits out one of Erica’s curls that’s in his mouth and jackknifes upright. Well, he tries. Success at that maneuver requires more freedom of movement than he currently has. Derek tightens his arm from where he’s spooning him. Erica grumbles and shoves her face further in Stiles’ neck and he’s pretty sure that’s Boyd’s hand on his shoulder.
“Heeeey, Dylan… You’re back early?”
Stiles knows he sounds like a crazy person, but he’s pretty sure any ideas Dylan had that Stiles is normal went completely out the window the moment he opened the door and found Stiles in bed with nine other people. Well, only five are technically in the bed: Derek, Boyd, Erica, Scott, & Allison. Lydia, Jackson, Danny, & Isaac are on the floor. Which really probably doesn’t make much of a difference right now.
“Don’t mind the puppy pile. This is just my pa—polycule!”
Erica snorts against his neck.
“Polycule. We’re all in love. Sort of.”
“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek says, breath ruffling the back of Stiles’ hair and doing terrible things to his already scattered thoughts.
Stiles makes another aborted attempt to sit up. This time, he gets far enough to prop himself up on an elbow. Erica huffs, but turns to look at the door. Scott and Allison end up kind of propped against the wall.
“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were Stiles’ Dylan,” Scott says. Stiles can tell he’s giving Dylan the friendly puppy dog eyes.
Dylan lets his eyes roam. They land on Isaac, then skip to Boyd.
“Are you guys in my economics class?”
Boyd just nods and lifts the hand he still has on Stiles’ shoulder so he can wave at Dylan.
“So, everybody, this is my roommate Dylan. Dylan, this is…everybody.”
Dylan does a kind of wave and grimace thing. Stiles is relieved he isn’t the only one feeling awkward right now.
“Um, this is Jessica,” Dylan says, letting a tall blond girl step out from behind him. Stiles watches her move. She’s being careful, but it doesn’t seem to be ‘I just found this group of weirdos draped all over each other’ careful.
He feels Derek breathe deep behind him, then watches as she carefully tilts her head.
Oh.
She’s a wolf. Stiles’ very human roommate just brought a wolf into a room that holds an entire pack of wolves, a banshee, a spark, and a hunter. Judging from the look she’s giving Allison, that part isn’t a secret. This could be interesting.