#peteyverse

summary: short days and long nights

warning: none

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<< chapter 6

it was a rare occasion whenever y/n had a day off. she’s usually helping out at the hotel every day of the week, not that she minds. if anything, it gave her an excuse to see peter everyday. but she convinced her father to allow her to rest for the day.

and by “rest”, she means spend the day with peter and his classmates while they venture off to their planned activity. today happens to be their follow up class for their cooking session yesterday.

there’s adrenaline racing within her blood. she was always a good girl, and never went against her father’s word...but here she is, giggling with peter as they board the bus to the next city. peter is beaming and he’s quite honored that she was willing to risk getting told off just to spend the day with him and his friends.

she prances her way towards the back of the large bus, taking the outside seat. peter takes a quick moment to look at her as she laughs. he can see the smile lines next to her mouth and the squinted skin near her eyes as the beautiful sound escapes from her. peter worships her prepossessing features as her hair is tied back and away from her face, allowing peter to see her cheek bones and the way the rays of the sun reflected off of her skin. she’s just so pretty.

“this will be fun, yes?”. peter smiles at her and admires her enchanting accent as he takes his seat by the window. he blushes at the thought of her speaking english, but also struggling to frame the sentence the correct way. still, it was sweet. the boy kisses her above her eyebrow in agreement and y/n reveals a satisfied smile as she rests her head on peter’s shoulder. the engine starts and y/n’s heart races as they slowly pull away from the bus stop.

her head moves up and down slightly as she feels peter let out a soft sigh. he’s just taking in the moment of being with her right now.

peter holds his hand out, palm up for y/n to take. he loves holding her fragile hands in his much larger ones. he feels more connected that way. instead of lacing her fingers through his, she allows her fingers to lightly run over the divots in his palm as he holds it out for her, tracing letters and eventually spelling out sweet italian words along his skin. it feels so good and so soothing to the point that somewhere in the mix of his pleasure, peter’s head lowers and rests against her own. and he would’ve been able to comprehend what her fingers were outlining if the sensation didn’t make him so sleepy.

the group had an early lunch as they all finished making their dishes from their cooking class in a timely manner. they made simple and classic italian dishes like spaghetti and meatballs and chicken parm. and while it was exquisite, it was just nearing four o’clock when peter and the rest of the gang were feeling hungry once again.

“i’m in the mood for something sweet”, ned proclaims. peter nods in agreement. apparently both his and ned’s palette had taken enough savory food for one day.

y/n’s ears perk up at the sentence, knowing just where to take them. “venire. voglio portarti da qualche parte (come. i want to take you somewhere)”. y/n’s words send shivers up peter’s spine as she whispers in his ear and he becomes almost putty-like as she guides him to a quiet bakery a few doors from where their class had been.

it’s a quiet little bakery with glass windows and a high-pitched bell that chimes whenever the door opens. peter’s eyebrows lift in delight as the smell of coffee grounds fill his senses and his mouth waters at the pastry’s that are on display.

“vedi qualcosa che ti piace? (see anything you like?)”y/n asks sweetly. she’s holding onto his bicep as she curls into him, resting her chin on his shoulder. peter lets out a soft laugh at his own thoughts and gives her a wink.

“just one thing”, he whispers to her. his american accent always has an effect on her and she blushes under his knowing gaze.

while ned, betty and mj occupied themselves by picking out which sweet dessert they wanted, peter and y/n stayed towards the back by the door, as they were enjoying each other’s company.

“are you not hungry?”, she asks worriedly. her italian roots were showing and she feared that peter would be quite famished later if he wouldn’t join his friends for a snack. peter shakes his head as he slips his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close. he wasn’t hungry just yet, maybe in the next hour he will be.

“posso portarci qualcosa da condividere più tardi. forse a casa mia? (i can get us something to share later. maybe at my house?)”. there was a teasing, but also sultry tone in her voice that made the hairs at the back of peter’s neck stand up. he wanted that more than anything. he wanted her more than anything.

it was nearing ten o’clock, when the two agreed that they would meet, and peter cringed as he tip toed against the harsh gravel. it didn’t seem to matter how light he walked, he still managed to make noise at the slightest motion.

peter calls her name a few times as he stands below her window, careful not to be too loud. the last thing he wants to do is wake up her father. god knows what would happen if he does. peter lacks a response and he abandons the idea after waiting a few more minutes for her to approach the window. he does not give up, though. he’s determined to see her before the night turns to day.

peter reaches down and grabs a tiny pebble from beneath his feet, rolling it between his fingers for a moment. he glances to the side in search of any prying eyes, though it’s unlikely that anyone can see him since it was quite dark, the only light coming from the moon; now in its gibbous phase. he tosses the pebble towards her window and it hits lightly against the side of the house. peter hopes it’s enough to get her to notice. and after a few more attempts peter hears the soft click of the lock and a ‘swishing’ noise as the window slides open. y/n’s head pops out of the large opening and peter waves at her shyly, giving her a polite greeting. she does the same as a beaming smile sports her lips.

“posso venire? (may i come up?)”. he’s whispering and she’s giggling at it’s such a whirlwind of emotions that neither of them notice how nervous they actually are.

she’s just about to tell him how much she missed him after their small trip ended but her words are cut short. peter wastes no time to catch up, roughly pressing their lips together and tangling his fingers in her hair. he lets out a soft groan, the feeling of her making him feel relaxed. she lets out a little squeak in surprise but recovers quickly, holding onto anything she could grasp. she has never seen this side of peter before. he was so full of... lust.

peter reluctantly pulls away after a moment and rests his forehead against hers. she nervously tucks her hair behind her ears as she takes a few moments to process what just happened. “anche tu mi sei mancato (i missed you too)”, peter says with a laugh. y/n beams and they share a few sweet pecks before she laces her hands with his and pulls him to the floor by the foot of her bed.

a platter of snacks for the two to share awaits them; strawberries, cheese, crackers and the pastries they bought a few hours before. peter smiles at her and it reminds him of the first time they met. “sei così premuroso (you’re so thoughtful)”, he says. she hums and proceeds to enjoy the meal she has made, engaging in light conversation for a bit.

“mi puoi leggere stasera? (may you read to me tonight?)”. y/n already has the copy of their favorite novel held out in front of her, and the hopeful look in her eyes makes peter melt. how could he resist?

“of course”, he smiles. y/n beams and positions herself so her legs are crossing over peter’s lap. her fingers dance along his collarbone as his does the same to the skin of her leg. she loves the feeling. as peter begins to speak, it makes her realize just how soothing his voice is. it’s so peaceful being here with him, not having any distractions or having to worry about flash or anyone else. they’re in the little world, and she’s sure that neither of them want to come out of it any time soon. but alas, time keeps ticking.

peter softly reads until the sun started peaking through the leaves, not noticing that they had successfully stayed up through the night.

“you should rest”. her voice was softer than usual, it not being used to talking since she had been listening to peter read all night. the exhausted boy nods in agreement and stretches before sitting on the edge of the window. he can see the sleepy look in her eyes and he reaches his hand to her cheek to stroke it softly. she leans tiredly into the sweet gesture.

“i’ll see you later”. peter phrases it as more of a statement rather than a question. but she didn’t mind, she would see him later.

y/n nods and he pulls her close, pressing their lips together in the hundredth kiss of the night.

-

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summary: peter can’t seem to get enough of her

warning: just one curse word

A/N: hi babies. @petey-verse is amazing and i love her and if u haven’t read her part makes sure you do cause it is amazing!!!! hope u enjoy part 3 babies! mwah!💫✨

<<02

peter’s jaded eyes glaze over the meal before him. he’s excited to tour the city of milan, but he isn’t too pleased that he, along with the rest of his noticeably exhausted classmates, had to wake up before dawn to catch the bus before the early morning traffic.

the tired boy slouches in his chair, arms set lazily on the armrests and disorderly curls covering his forehead. he didn’t have the energy to brush them out this morning, thus making a flop of curls sit at the top of his head. peter lifts a hand to tiredly run his fingers through the mocha tendrils, making the curly bangs lift from his forehead for a moment before they flop back messily into his eyes. he lets out a tired sigh.

and if things couldn’t get any more disorienting, the boy had failed to button his floral blue shirt all the way, the top three still undone and exposing his freckled chest.

peter doesn’t make an effort to join ned, betty and mj as they are busy discussing their afternoon plans, trying to see if they have enough time to visit il duomo milan cathedral and the grand galleria vittorio emanuele II. both sounded amazing, but very tiring, which wasn’t going to help peter at the moment.

“non ti piace la tua colazione?(do you not like your breakfast?).”y/n’s eyes are full of somber and peter quickly sits up and holds onto her arm.

“no no, è perfetto, grazie. sono solo un po 'stanco oggi (no no, it’s perfect, thank you. i’m just a bit tired today).” somewhere in the midst of his rushed sentence, his hand slides down from her elbow into her much smaller palm.

y/n furrows her brows as she stares at the sleepy peter. the skin under his eyes are darker than usual and he looks a bit pale.

“dovresti mangiare, per favore (you should eat, please).” she quietly begs. she would hate if he got ill while touring the wonderful city. peter knowingly nods and fills up a freshly washed ceramic bowl with fruit and yogurt. y/n can see how tired he is by the slow blinks and the short breaths that he takes.

“perhaps you should rest during your travel?” she kindly offers. the bus ride is going to be about an hour long, maybe even less since they woke up early enough to beat the morning traffic. but it was better if peter took a quick nap than tiredly drag through the long day.

“will you be coming with us?” peter asks almost desperately. he knew it was a long shot, especially since y/n and her family had to tend to the guests at the hotel. but he hoped...

she lets out a small sigh. “my father won’t allow it” she says, disappointment prominent in her voice. peter nods as he looks away and she can see how hard he is fighting the urge to pout. “ma ti vedrò stasera? al giardino? (but i will see you tonight? at the garden?).” her hand tickles the skin under his chin as she politely lifts it up for him. she does not want peter to have a bad experience just because she cannot tag along. peter deserved to have fun, with or without her.

peter’s lips curve up into a smile and he nods along with her words. “yes, please.” he says, hope lacing in with his voice. y/n smiles with him and runs the back of her hand across his cheek. it was a sweet gesture and it made peter forget that she wasn’t able to attend their trip to milan.

“okay.” her accent sounds like velvet and peter is almost hypnotized by her. she is so enchanting that peter doesn’t realize he’s still sitting at the table with his classmates. and he definitely doesn’t realize that flash is glaring at him and squeezing the handle of the knife he is holding.

“arrivederci,” she says sweetly. her hand slips away from his cheek and y/n allows her fingers to run along his bicep, down this forearm and past his fingertips. and peter is so under her spell that he watches her as she walks out of his line of view, a blush covering his cheeks.

she wanted him to have something to look forward too, again.

-

duomo di milano is so strikingly beautiful, with its massive stained-glass windows and gigantic pillars and amazing architecture. peter takes pictures of the richly-patterned exterior and he even has a few pictures taken of him and his friends in the background. it was just too beautiful to leave in his memories.

and the interior was just as beautiful, maybe even more so.

the stained-glasses windows were hit by the radiant sun outside, making the pictures appear so beautiful and almost like something you would see in a movie. the almost flower-like pattern decorating the floor was almost like a dream and peter can’t believe he’s actually lucky enough to get to witness such a sight. “i wish y/n was here.” he accidentally says out loud.

the group make their way to the elegantly structured gallery known in milano as “il salotto” to grab a bite to eat. it was dinner time now and they were all famished from their adventure. “thank god, if we didn’t eat soon i would’ve passed out.” ned sighs gratefully. betty pouts her lip and pats ned’s thigh affectionately. peter looks to mj on his right, who was failing to fight off a cringe.

“mind if i sit, parker?” goosebumps immediately appeared at the back of peter’s neck and he turns to his left to see flash towering over him.

“oh-uh, sure.” the boy hadn’t realized just how much flash affected him. just thinking about flash’s torment made peter was to run back to his hotel room.

“so, you and y/n seem to be getting along quite well.” flash was smiling, which was odd, considering that he basically threatened peter’s life last night when he wanted to talk to y/n.

“uh, yeah. i guess just as well as everyone else is.” peter tries to keep it neutral, but flash isn’t buying it.

“i told you to stay away from her”, he warns. peter swallows nervously and grips the left armrest, not doing the same with his right hand in case mj would see.

“i don’t know what you-,” peter tries to find an excuse to save himself.

“cut the shit.”flash says. peter looks around the table to see if anyone had heard what he said. unfortunately, no heads turned his way. “i saw you two at breakfast this morning.” flash is basically growling at peter now and peter doesn’t know what else to do except stare down at the menu, pretending to find it interesting as flash continues his reign of torture.

dinner was just as tense, flash making sure he cut his food as threateningly as possible, mirroring what he would do to peter if he didn’t listen.

-

“peter!” her voice was full of relief, happy to see him after a long and tiring day working in the dining room and kitchen. it was nice to finally have some time to relax. peter looks around the lobby to search for her and he jumps as y/n’s small arms wrap around peter’s waist from behind. he can feel her let out a satisfied smile and the way her cheeks are turned up as she smiles.

“mi sei mancato (i’ve missed you)”, she whispers, making goosebumps appear along his arms. the boy lets out a sigh filled with relief, he finally gets to be with her again.

y/n loosens her hold just enough to let peter turn around and finally catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. “ciao, bella (hello, beautiful)” peter says smoothly. y/n’s smile is hidden as she giggles into him, cheek pressed against his chest. peter would give anything to hear her laugh like that again. it was so light and free and so wonderful, just like her. and he smiles down at her because she is just amazing, so unlike anyone he has ever met.

“shall we go outside?”. y/n steps away from him and tucks her gorgeous hair behind both of her ears, her cheeks and nose noticeably glowing red.

“yes”. peter smiles at her and she shyly turns from him as she walks towards the garden. peter follows her with a dopey smile on his lips, happy that he was finally able to enjoy his favorite time of day with his favorite person in italy.

“ti è piaciuto milano? (did you enjoy milan?)” her voice was soft and inviting and so full of wonder. it made peter swoon.

“e 'stato stupefacente. vorrei che tu fossi lì. (it was amazing. i wish you were there)” peter whispers the last part but y/n’s ears still pick up the sweet message, it making her feel so appreciated.

she smiles and looks at her lap and tucks the already-placed hair behind both ears again. and peter picked up that this was her nervous habit.

“il ragazzo ti ha infastidito di nuovo? (was that boy bothering you again?)”. y/n rests her hand on his forearm as she waits for his answer. she would hate to hear that his trip was ruined because of some boy.

peter sighs and gives her a fake smile. “non parliamo di questo ora (let’s not talk about that now)”. y/n frowns and is about to push him into telling her what happened but

peter proceeds to take out his phone, opening to his camera roll and showing pictures of him, ned, betty and mj enjoying their day out, hoping it will change the subject. and it seems to work, because she leans forward to get a better look.

“chi è? (who’s this?)”, she asks, pointing at the picture to a happy mj as peter’s arm was around her shoulders. her voice is filled with something close to disappointment and peter lets out a soft laugh.

“solo un'amica. (just a friend)”, he says softly. peter can see that y/n visibly relaxes at his words, biting her lip to hide her smile.

she brings her petite fingers over his phone and swipes to the next screen, revealing a picture of him laughing as the golden sun hits his face. y/n smiles at this and takes the phone from his hands, gently stroking the sides as if she is stroking his face. her smile widens as each moment passes, finding the picture more captivating with each moment. he looks so beautiful in the light and his smile looks so carefree.

“sei molto bello (you are very handsome)”. peter blushes and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants. they’re sweaty now because no one had ever called him handsome before. only may, but it didn’t count.

peter smiles shyly and tucks his phone in his pocket. he reaches behind him and pulls out his soft cover copy of the book that brought them together, it being safely tucked into the back of his jeans.

“posso leggerlo a voi? (may i read it to you?)”, he asks charmingly. y/n smiles and rests the side of her head on his arm, waiting for her favorite private moment to begin.

“amo quando mi leggi (i love when you read to me)”. peter smiles down at her and opens to where they left off, imagining himself in an alternate universe where y/n and him didn’t have to keep their... rendezvous such a secret.

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chapter 4

summary: simple nights, troubling days

warning: fluff. angst. tears.

A/N: hi lovies! this is part 5 of me and @petey-verse fic. i hope you enjoy! please go read part 4 if you haven’t already! it is beautifully written :)💘

<<chapter 4

tonight was a simple night; peter and y/n talking about their lives and their experiences as they walked hand-in-hand together. and peter almost blindly follows her lead as she walks to a beautiful two-story house, not far from the hotel. y/n halts and turns to face peter, concluding her tale of her first day working at the hotel. peter’s cheeks are sore from laughing at her embarrassing story and he looks down at her with a sweet smile as she rocks back on the balls of her feet. she silently looks around for any prying eyes. finally aware of his surroundings, peter opens his mouth to ask where she’s taken them, but his mouth closes as her hand reaches for his free one.

“Mi sono divertito stasera (i had a nice time tonight)”, she says in a low voice as her hands fiddle with peter’s fingertips. the boy’s cheeks flush red and he bites his lip to hold back a grin.

“anch’io (me too)”. peter’s voice is barely above a whisper as he turns his palms over to brush his thumbs against the backs of her hands. a smile spreads it’s way across y/n’s face and she hums in content.

peter looks up at the great big light in the sky. it was vibrant and full and the moonshine casted perfectly against her cheeks. “sei così carina al chiaro di luna (you look so pretty in the moonlight)”. peter’s thoughts slipped from his lips and it made her cheeks lift into a smile as he effortlessly spills what he was thinking. she looks down at their intertwined hands for a moment, gathering herself from the sweet comment.

“ci vediamo domani al brunch, si? (i will see you at brunch tomorrow, yes?”. her voice was hopeful and while peter was not planning on having brunch, he couldn’t say no to her.

“si, ci vediamo al brunch (yes, see you at brunch)”. it’s almost as if he was getting drunk off of her, his eyes glazing over as he stared at her smiling lips. and y/n notices, a blush beginning to spread in her cheeks.

y/n smiles at peter and slowly walks backwards towards her home, making her hands slip from peter’s. “ciao”, the words leave her lips softly. he wants more than anything to grab her and pull her into him, but he doesn’t know if she would be okay with that. so he lets her go, fingertips hooking and grasping for her’s because he doesn’t want her to leave just yet.

“ciao”, he says back almost silently. it was exciting how secretive they were being. other than ned, who was the only one that knew about peter’s crush, and flash, who continuously tried to find his way in the middle of things, they were the only two that knew. just peter, y/n and the moon, perhaps.

peter never imagined that he, a clumsy kid from queens, could ever experience something like this. a whirlwind of romance and attraction that only them two shared. the native new yorker’s head tilted as thoughts of her flooded his brain.

“pensando a qualcosa, romeo? (thinking about something, romeo?)”. peter tilts his head towards the sound of her teasing voice, smiling when he notices y/n resting her forearms against the window sill on the second floor. he supposes it is her bedroom. peter stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks down to kick the dirt under his shoes for a moment before lifting his eyes back up at her.

“solo tu (just you)”, he says back. peter places a kiss to his hand and extends it in her direction. she repeats the sweet action and watches as peter slowly treks the path back towards the hotel. a happy sigh leaves her lips as y/n stares in the direction where her admirer walked, not noticing the late hour. she only closes her window once she feels a slight breeze brush against her arms, quickly slipping into her nightwear. even then the girl did not completely rest, picking up her copy of the book the pair cherished so much and re-reading what they had already gone over, finding that the novel had new meaning with every sentence. —

peter woke up bright an early the next morning, arms tucked under his head and a lazy smile on his lips as he thought about the previous night. he didn’t return back to his hotel room until late, risking ned or anyone else in his group of finding out. but he was certain that everyone would be asleep, judging by the location of the moon. surprisingly, the boy wasn’t tired. he was more cheerful than anything. he even woke up before ned, which was a rare occasion. back home, peter would be the one sleeping until noon if he could. by the time peter took a shower, brushed his teeth and started to pick out his clothes for the day, ned was just starting to wake up.

“brunch doesn’t start until 11”, ned discloses as he looks at the analogy clock near the bed, showing it was only a few minutes after 9. peter smiles at him as he slips on some comfy grey joggers.

“i know. just thought i’d be ready before then”. peter’s voice is sparkling as he informs ned of his plans and he practically saunters to the other side of the room as he begins to iron his shirt. ned sits up in the bed, arms folded as he starts to connect the dots.

“you were with her, weren’t you?”. peter can sense the accusatory tone in ned’s voice and he lets out a soft hum in confusion. “y/n. the girl that works here...you were with her last night”. a blush starts to make its way down peter’s neck and towards his chest and he slips on his now neatly ironed shirt before ned could notice.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”, peter says in a sing-song voice as he slips his key card in his back pocket and makes his way out in the hallway, giving ned a wink before leaving.

a permanent smile has been on the boy’s face all morning and it is obvious that he is in a good mood, him almost skipping towards the dining room in search of his juliet. and his smile widens when he sees her standing by the large windows where the morning light hits her beautifully, but it faulters a bit when he spots a furrow in her brows as she begins to set the tables.

peter cautiously makes his way over to her, extending his hand to reach her hips. the small action made her jump and she turned around with a start, sighing in relief when she saw peter there instead of someone who was truly bothering her.

“hey”, he begins, but stops when he notices the pace at which she’s blinking. her eyes quickly move away from him and she starts setting the table faster, fumbling with the utensils. a soft sniffle and twitch of her nose confirms what peter is thinking, she is crying. “what’s wrong?”. he thinks for a moment that the root of her problem was him, fearing that he forgot to meet her earlier in the day. but can’t remember them scheduling a time to meet today, so it couldn’t have been that.

“vattene, peter (go away, peter)”. y/n doesn’t even look at him as she chokes out the words. she didn’t mean it, not in the slightest, but she was just too fragile and upset to function at the moment. and peter was taken back by her words. maybe he had done something wrong.

“Cosa c'è che non va? Dimmi (what’s wrong? tell me)”. his voice is softer and he places a hand on her back to rub it encouragingly, but the action seems to do the opposite. instead of consoling her, it sets something off and she flinches violently, tears beginning to fall past her cheeks.

“smettila! (stop it!)”. she raises her voice, making peter be the one to flinch. he doesn’t understand why she is behaving this way, they had such a nice time together last night. peter looks around the dining room, catching sight of flash from across the large room who was standing by the elevators. staring daggers toward his direction. and his brows furrow because he hasn’t seen flash all day. but peter finally realizes that flash was staring at something else; her.

“come come”, he says softly. her hiccups fill the silence as peter brings her to a hidden place at the back of the garden behind the wild, over-grown sunflowers and vines. he knows it will calm her down soon enough. it was their special site. peter’s palms rest against her forehead and he smooths his hand into her hairline towards the back of her head. she sniffles and catches her breath and peter silently waits for her to compose herself.

“perché piangi, bella ragazza? (why are you crying, pretty girl?)”. she lets out a sigh and holds onto peter’s forearm, appreciating how sweet he is being.

y/n allows herself to breathe for a few more moments before wiping her eyes with the back of her hands and whispering, “it was him again”. her voice is hoarse from crying but peter still hears her statement loud and clear. it makes his bones go rigid and anger immediately fills within him.

“what did he do?”, his teeth are gritted as he tries to compose himself. y/n looks up to see peter’s jaw clenched in anger. she shakes her head, not in the mood to talk about it but peter holds eye contact and it coaxes her just enough to talk to him. she can’t hide any longer.

y/n proceeds to tell peter about flash’s early morning threat towards her and peter. how peter was going to learn soon enough what would happen to him if he didn’t stop messing with what was “his”. y/n cringes at this part. she was not his, and she most certainly didn’t not want to be.

peter’s hands ball into fists when she discloses how flash made her feel uncomfortable by continuously touching her around the hips and shoulders without her permission. she secretly only wanted peter to do that, but she didn’t disclose that part.

“i’ll tell him off, if you want”, peter mumbles. y/n smiles weakly at how protective peter is being, fists clenching together and then unclenching at his sides. she swiftly kisses his cheeks in gratitude, allowing her hands to stay planted there. the sweet action calmed him a bit and it calmed her too, enough to finally get back to work.

“perhaps we should go. il brunch è quasi pronto (brunch is almost ready)”. peter agrees and finds a seat at the end, waiting for his friends to arrive, protectively watching over y/n every time she passed by.

chapter 6

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