Teen Wolf Peter - Confessions

This was requested, here is the exact request “Could you write an imagine/one-shot where Peter says he loves the reader mid-smut but immediately plays it off but then the reader is hurt, possible mortally wounded, during a battle with one of the packs enemies and Peter is by her side admitting he’s madly in love with her and can’t live without her?” 
Thank you for your request!  I hope you like it!  I think I said this before when I answered this ask but I’m not going to include the smut part because I don’t feel comfortable writing smut and also I’m not entirely comfortable with Peter imagines either.
Word Count: 826
Requests for oneshots are closed, requests for ships and preferences are open.  I am in multiple fandoms, please send your requests here.  If you want to check whether or not your request has been received I have a page on my blog where I post all requests to be published, although it may take me a while to update it with time zones etc. 
Oh!  Quick note about requests I will assume the reader is human unless specified.

It had been a week since Peter had admitted his love for you at, well a pretty awkward time.  It had also been a week since he brushed it off, claiming it was the heat of the moment that had made him say what he had said.  You had been hurt but had tried to hide it, you couldn’t let him see that it was bothering you, you coulnd’t show him that you actually felt the same way, not after he had brushed it off so easily.

It had been a week of avoiding all contact possible, this included being anywhere near him, and when you did have to be near him avoiding eye contact.  You couldn’t tell if he knew that something was up, you two didn’t speak much to each other in pack gatherings anyway and you had been keeping yourself busy the past week.  

You had considered speaking to him about it, after all you had had some pretty intimate situations and were sort of dating.  Sort of because you two hadn’t exactly made your situation explicitly clear.  You had thought that you were dating, that is what it had seemed like to you but maybe he felt differently about whatever it was that you two were, he definitely felt differently about you than you felt about him.  

You had managed to avoid all contact with him until Scott had called a mandatory meeting at Derek’s loft, claiming it was urgent.  You knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of it so went along.  Peter was there but you placed yourself at the opposite end of the room, busying yourself in a conversation with Lydia to avoid talking to him.  Scott claimed there was something coming for the pack, and he had called everyone there to prepare for the very real possibility of battle.  You had been in battle before, but had always managed to stay near the back, out of harms way.  You were human, there wasn’t a whole lot you could do but you did your best. 

The fight was going okay, so far you had avoided the worst of it, sticking near to the wolves.  Then, they moved forward, going for one of the creatures and you were left alone.  You didn’t see it coming.  It came at you from behind, it’s sword digging into your side.  As you fell it pulled it out, the blade shining with blood, your blood.  You clutched the wound in your side and the creature whirled to deal with someone else, clearly believing you were dead, or near enough.  Your hands came away sticky when you pulled them up to inspect them, a droplet of blood falling onto your face.  The pain was agonizing, but you kept quiet, biting your tongue and only allowing the smallest moans of pain to escape.  You didn’t want to distract the pack from the fight and have them worry over you.

The pack didn’t notice you, lying on the floor in a puddle of your own blood until the last of the creatures disappeared, killed or otherwise you didn’t know.  Your eyes were clenched shut as you gripped your sides.  “{Y/N}!”  It was Peter’s voice that made you open them.  “You’re going to be okay.”  He kept muttering as he roughly pulled your hand away from your side, using his werewolf abilities to sap away your pain.  “You’re going to be okay.”  You didn’t speak, unsure on whether or not that was actually true but chose to believe it to calm yourself down a little.  “We’re going to get you to the hospital.  Don’t worry.”  He assured you, lifting you up off of the floor as you stifled a groan of pain.  

The others made to follow the pair of you but Petet waved them off, telling them to meet them at the hospital once they finished dealing with their own wounds.  “You’re going to be okay.”
“Peter.”  You sighed and winced when it hurt your injured side even more.  “You don’t know that.”
“Yes I do, you’re going to be fine.”
“You are going to be okay.”
“Peter, it went pretty deep.”
“You will be fine.”  He was still taking your pain.  “I’ve, uh, been meaning to speak to you about last week.”  Your breath hitched and it had nothing to do with the injury to your side.  “I’m sorry.  I meant what I said, the first time I mean.”
Your heart fluttered.  “Peter, you don’t just have to say that because I might be dying.”
“You are not dying, and I mean it.  I just thought you wouldn’t feel the same, I panicked, that’s not how I wanted to say it to you for the first time.”
“Well, let’s forget about the first time then, let’s pretend that never happened.  Say it now.”
“I love you {Y/N}.”
“I love you too Peter.”  You let loose a small giggle before he placed you gently in the back-seat of the car and drove you to the hospital.

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cried the little yellow leaf

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but is hardly ever heard

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