Teen Wolf: Fanfic: Known/Unknown

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Title: Known/Unknown
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: Teen
Length: 1144
Content notes: Peter/Stiles friendship on its way to slash
Author notes: my first text fic
Summary: Someone starts texting Stiles. It's Peter, of course.



unknown:
The creature is a pooka. Shapeshifter, but usually a horse or hare. Not dangerous.

Stiles:
Who is this?
How did you get my number?

unknown:
A concerned citizen. A well-informed one.

Stiles:
How do I know I can trust you?

unknown:
You don't. But then, how do you know you can trust anyone?

Stiles:
Not giving me any confidence here, buddy.

unknown:
Do your research. If my information holds up, you know you can trust that, at least.

---

Stiles:
It was a pooka. How did you know?

unknown:
I've seen them before.

Stiles:
Why didn't you tell Scott, or Lydia?

unknown:
Because I told you.

Stiles:
Not an answer, asshole.

unknown:
There's no need for name calling. I've been nothing but courteous.

Stiles:
Riiight.
Asshole isn't exactly a bad thing. I'm an asshole.

unknown:
Hmm. And like attracts like?

Stiles:
Whoa. I didn't say anything about attraction. I don't even know you.

unknown:
I'm just messing with you, Stiles.

Stiles:
Asshole :)

---

Stiles:
Are you awake?

unknown:
Unfortunately. You're not the only one with bad dreams.

Stiles:
How do you know about that?

unknown:
I believe I've already said. I'm well-informed.

Stiles:
Are you a stalker?

unknown:
You aren't made of stone. Of course you are affected by your past.

Stiles:
Are you?
Is that why you can't sleep?

unknown:
What can I do for you, Stiles?

Stiles:
Fair enough.
My dad's on shift. I just wondered if you were awake.

unknown:
I get lonely too.

Stiles:
I wonder if you would be so open about that if I knew who you were.

unknown:
Don't be coy. You've known who I am since the first text.

Stiles:
You're in my phone as "unknown".

unknown:
Does it make it easier to talk if you pretend you don't know me?

Stiles:
It depends how you define "know". I don't really know you, do I?

unknown:
Not many people do anymore.
Would you like to know me?

Stiles:
I'm too tired for this shit.

unknown:
Good night, Stiles.

---

Stiles:
What if I do?

unknown:
It's been two weeks since we spoke. Forgive me if I need clarification.

Stiles:
You know exactly what I mean.

unknown:
I'd rather you spell it out. Indulge me.

Stiles:
You piss me off so bad.
Fine. What if I want to know you?
Will you let me or are you just going to play more games?

unknown:
But games are so much fun. ;)

Stiles:
Never mind then.

unknown:
Wait.
I would never have started texting you if I didn't want you to know me.
Part of me hoped you'd know who I was and would continue talking anyway.
And you did.

Stiles:
Why did you want that? Why me?

unknown:
Like attracts like.
And I told you. I get lonely, too.

Stiles:
So you want what? To be friends?

unknown:
Is that what you want?

Stiles:
I want to keep talking to you.
And I guess I want you to know me, too.

unknown:
Then we'll keep talking.

Stiles:
That's all you want? Just these texts?

unknown:
Isn't this enough?

Stiles:
Yeah, I guess I thought you'd demand more.

unknown:
You can always call me.

Stiles:
I don't think I'm ready for that.

unknown:
Something to keep in mind.

---

Stiles:
You know you can text me first sometimes.

unknown:
I don't want to push.

Stiles:
I don't mind.
I'm awake again and I guess you are too.

unknown:
I don't need as much sleep as you do.

Stiles:
That's bullshit but I'll let it slide.
What do you do when you can't sleep?

unknown:
I drink tea and read.

Stiles:
What are you reading?

unknown:
A journal kept by a woman who had an affair with a succubus in 1896.

Stiles:
Oh my god you're a nerd!

unknown:
It's a fascinating read.

Stiles:
You know I'm just teasing you, right?

unknown:
Fear not, my fragile ego remains intact.

Stiles:
Haha.
Wait
Isn't a succubus a sex demon? And succubus is a female, right?

unknown:
You're correct.

Stiles:
OMFG
Are you reading old timey supernatural lesbian porn?!?!???

unknown:
Hardly. Though there is an erotic bent to a few of the entries.

Stiles:
Is it hot?

unknown:
It's actually quite tragic.
The succubus didn't want to hurt her lover, and left.
The journal writer was heartbroken.

Stiles:
That's awful.
Why pick such an angsty thing to read?

unknown:
I didn't realize it would end in heartbreak.
I should have known better.

Stiles:
Close the book and watch something on tv instead. You got Netflix?

unknown:
I have Derek's password.

Stiles:
Ever seen Parks and Rec?

unknown:
No. Will you watch with me?

Stiles:
Sure.
Just wait, you'll love it.

unknown:
Thank you.

Stiles:
No problem.

---

unknown:
I'm so drunk

Stiles:
How did you manage that? I thought you metabolized alcohol too fast to feel the effects.

unknown:
Wolfsbane

Stiles:
Sounds dangerous and like you could poison yourself to me, dude.

unknown:
Talia taught me how to do it. I taught Laura.

Stiles:
Whoa, you are drunk.

unknown: Derek was too young.

Stiles:
Are you sure you want to be talking to me right now?

unknown:
I want you to know me. How will you ever know me if I don't open up to you?

Stiles:
You type well for a drunk man.

unknown:
Just really slowly.

Stiles:
Okay.
Why'd you get drunk?

unknown:
Laura's birthday.

Stiles:
Oh shit.
You really don't have to talk about this.

unknown:
I really do.
I care about you too much for you to think I wanted her dead.
Well I did. Sometimes. But not enough to kill her.

Stiles:
But you did?

unknown:
I barely knew her. I don't think I knew her.
But that doesn't change what happened.
I killed her.

Stiles:
I don't know what to say.
Maybe you should drink some water and go to bed.

unknown:
I loved her.
And hated her.

Stiles:
Yeah I know what that feels like.

unknown:
I don't have anyone's forgiveness to ask for it.
I only need hers but she's gone.
Do you understand?

Stiles:
I think so.

unknown:
I don't ever want to hurt you.

Stiles:
It's okay. I won't let you.

unknown:
Good.

Stiles:
You're going to hate yourself for telling me this shit, man.

unknown:
I already hate myself.

Stiles:
No you don't.

unknown:
How do you know?

Stiles:
Because I know you.
You might hate that you don't hate yourself.
But that's different.

unknown:
You're so clever, sweetheart.

Stiles:
I'm allowing that only because you're drunk.

unknown:
I should go to bed before I say something I regret.

Stiles:
You mean you haven't already?

unknown:
Goodnight, Stiles.

Stiles:
Night.

---

unknown:
You do know me.

Stiles:
Guess I can change your contact in my phone now, then.
How's the hangover?

unknown:
Fuck you. :P

Stiles:
In your dreams, Peter.