#underoos-shield

summary: peter’s first day in a foreign country

warning: peter speaking italian

A/N: hello angels, i just rewatched ‘call me by your name’ and this fic series is going to be based on it. i hope you guys like it 💓 also, i’m trying to learn italian this year, so 99% of these translations are through google. please let me know if there are any errors so i can fix them!

so far, italy was beautiful. it was 6 in the afternoon when peter and his class arrived and the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow on the buildings and architecture around them. it was golden hour in the beautiful city of milan.

peter had to resist the urge to kiss the floor once they made it out of the aircraft. the flight from new york to milan was eight hours too long, and peter had always hated airplanes, anyway. his family had a bad history with the huge machine and he was happy to be back on the ground. but he wasn’t home free yet, they still had an hour bus ride to get from the milan airport to their actual hotel in bergamo, italy.

after grabbing his luggage and typing a quick message to may, peter walked out of the airport and on the bus with the rest of his classmates.

ned was sitting next to the window near the center of the bus and the boy was furiously turning his head left and right as if he was afraid to miss anything. it was only their first day. and they had plenty of time for sightseeing.

they had to return home in a month, which was great, but the trip was expensive and peter was so grateful that may allowed him to go. although may had to take dozens of extra shifts to cover the expenses, it was worth seeing her boy’s excitement.

“what do you want to see first?”. ned breaks the silence as peter reads ‘call me by your name’ by andré aciman. he’s reading the italian version though, wanting to get a better grip on how to properly speak the language. although he’s completed the four years of learning italian at school and has gotten an a+ in every grading period, peter was slightly obsessed with mastering every hobby he had, and his latest one was one of the romance languages.

“not sure”, he says as he keeps his index finger under the sentence he was reading. one of peter’s pet peeves was losing his place, especially when he was reading a good book. “i’m hoping wherever we go has food. i’m starving”, peter laughs. ned agrees, none of the kids had had a proper meal in hours.

they stop at a small cafe in piazza vecchia. it was a beautiful place with amazing architecture. the contarini fountain was displayed at the center of it, decorated with sculptures of lions. peter lifted up his sunglasses until they rested on top of his head, holding back the mocha curls that he had spent a few months growing out. he’s just about to tell ned how happy he is to be there when a sweet voice fills his ears.

“benvenuto in italia!” (welcome to italy!).

the young boy frowns and lifts onto the balls of his feet to see who could have spoken those words, surely not any of his classmates. and although it was a simple sentence, peter had never heard of anything more beautiful in his life.

a young girl with gorgeous skin and silky hair greeted them once they had taken their seats at the small cafe. she was wearing a loose and flowy summer dress that made her appear to be sweet and innocent. her hair was out and slightly frizzy from the light wind. the stunning stranger’s voice was so velvety and peter raised his eyebrows once he got to look at her clearly.

she was so beautiful.

peter slips his way past his classmates to the front of the small crowd. she looked so different from the girls he had seen back home, none of them quite catching his eye the way she has.

her eyes skim over everyone and peter just about loses it when she smiles at him. she takes a moment to look over his appearance, and she admires him in his white t-shirt and beige khakis. he looks so american. his chocolate curls and brown eyes were basic, but attractive and captivating for some reason.

“per favore, lascia che ti faccia fare uno spuntino” (please, let me get you all a snack).

and by a snack, she apparently meant a platter of crackers, fancy cheeses (that even peter had a hard time pronouncing), and a plethora of different meats.

he’s starving, not having real food for almost half-a-day, but peter can only muster a few bites. although peter knows he should been enjoying the moment rather than spending it reading his new book, he can’t help but distance himself from his excited classmates. he likes to be alone sometimes.

“ciao, come va?” (hello. how are you?). music fills peter’s ears once again and it takes him a moment to realize someone was actually speaking to him. peter looks up from his page and is met with a friendly smile. he sits up from his bad posture and smiles back at her as he closes his book, this time not marking his place. he replies, saying he’s doing well, and tries not to get lost in her eyes as she introduces herself.

“sei molto carina” (you are very pretty). a small, shy laugh emerges from her and she tucks her hair behind her ears, allowing peter to see her beautiful face even clearer now. his eyes cast over her nose and mouth and finally her ears. he hums to himself as he sees her non-pierced earlobes...it was just something to notice.

“perché non sei con i tuoi amici?” (why are you not with your friends?). there’s genuine concern in her voice and she’s worried he might have not liked the snack she made for them.

“mi piace essere solo ogni tanto” (i like to be alone sometimes). it was odd to her, she didn’t understand it. she loved being with her friends at all times...maybe it was an american thing?

the girl-peter now knowing she goes by y/n- politely nods. she wasn’t a very judge-y person.

y/n lifts her neatly polished nails on the table, inching closer and closer to peter’s softcover copy. she’s impressed that he’s reading in her native language.

“posso leggerlo con te?” (may i read it with you?).

of course peter said yes. how could he refuse? it would have been foolish of him to say no. and he was happy he didn’t, especially now that her head was lightly resting on his shoulder.

the pair read a full chapter together, perfectly in sync until it got too dark to read. even their breathing evened out to match the other’s.

she left with a soft “ciao” and two kisses on peter’s cheeks. she would be seeing him tomorrow morning along with the rest of his class, they had breakfast planned out.

peter happily leapt into bed once he was in the comfort of his and ned’s hotel room. although his roommate had bid him a good night already, peter still kept his bedside light on. he was caught up in thought about his book, although he couldn’t think of much since most of his memory was filled with thoughts of y/n.

peter shakes his head as he grabs his copy from his bag, realizing he’s forgotten all about the chapter.

andré aciman summed it up perfectly; But it might have started way later than I think without my noticing anything at all... How couldn’t I have known, you ask? I know desire when I see it—and yet, this time, it slipped by completely.

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chapter 2

tags! (plz let me know if u want to be removed)

summary: spectacular, remarkable, lovely... all new words peter added in his vocabulary to describe her.

warning: major fluff!!!

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A/N: hi babies. welcome to part nine of this fic! the amount of support i’ve gotten this week has really motivated me to write more and more. i’m going to try my best to put out a new chapter every week. and maybe even twice a week! i just hope this fic doesn’t seem rushed over time because i will be writing a lot more. i hope i do you beauties justice! love you! 🌷💓💘

a gasp comes from y/n as she steps back from peter. her cheeks are bright red with embarrassment. they had almost kissed. peter had almost kissed her.

peter groans quietly and awkwardly steps away from her, putting a hand on the back of his neck and scratching it. why did may have the worst timing? if she would’ve waited another minute y/n would have kissed him already. he would’ve gotten his first kiss ever.

the thought of her lips on his made his stomach erupt. he always dreamt of it, but just then it was real life. y/n was going to kiss him and he wouldn’t have stopped her.

peter peaks over at y/n to see her in an embarrassed state, her fingertips touching her lips as she stared into space.

had he done something wrong? maybe she was regretting it? peter couldn’t figure it out.

may looks between the two awkward teenagers, wondering why their cheeks are so pigmented and why there was a girl in front of her door in the first place.

“hi. i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you”. her voice is so calm and strong and not wavering at all. and she’s smiling, a warm smile that peter usually sees when he walks into the library.

“may, it’s nice to meet you. at least now i know peter has friends other than ned”. y/n tilts her head down as she tries to hide her laugh. may glanced over at peter and sees him glaring at her. “c’mon. i made you lunch sweetie”.

may leads the two of them inside and gives peter a look. a “who’s your new friend” look. peter’s face flushes and he shakes his head. “don’t ask”.

y/n giggles. “sweetie”, she repeats quietly. she had never heard anyone refer to peter by a pet name as sweet as that before. it was cute... refreshing in a way. he was definitely a momma’s boy.

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aunt may had left for work a little while later, leaving the two wanting teens together. they were sat at the dining table and awkwardly avoiding each other’s glances. peter was overthinking and over analyzing everything. he wasn’t feeling so good.

she wanted to kiss me, right? was i assuming too much? maybe i should apologize. i didn’t ask her permission, she definitely didn’t want to.

peter silently excuses himself, feeling a bit sick, and slips into his room. he takes a breath and leans his head back, in frustration. his eyes are closed and he lets out a deep sigh as he stands in the middle of his bedroom.

she feels bad. partly because they didn’t get to kiss- she knows he wanted to- and partly because she’s acting a little weird around him. she didn’t quite know what to say to him. maybe she should apologize? she didn’t know what she should be sorry about. she was disappointed and dissatisfied, yeah. but it didn’t discourage her from chasing after him.

y/n slips in between the large crack in the door and watches him for a moment. watched his breathing and how the lines between his eyes are cut into tight creases. he’s furrowing his eyebrows together in embarrassment.

she lets out a silent laugh and walks over to him. peter is too much in his own world to notice that she’s standing right in front of him.

y/n admires him for a moment. she can’t help but get distracted by his torso. his shirt had rode up and the small patch of exposed skin called to her attention. y/n bit her lip, lightly brushing her hands along his sides. peter jolts and looks down at her. she’s smiling and looking at him in her signature way. the light from his window shines perfectly against her face and peter forgets how to breathe.

does she regret it? he knows they didn’t do anything, but... almost. he feels so stupid at what had happened. all he needed to do was apologize and everything would be okay... he hoped.

“don’t worry. i wanted to, too”. peter had never heard something so magical in his entire life. she wanted to kiss him. she had feelings for him too. he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or kiss her. he wanted to do all three.

she was so lovely. everything she said shook peter’s world just a little bit, but enough to notice. he was falling for her so deeply, he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. there hadn’t been a day he didn’t think about her. he couldn’t walk near a flower shop because it smelled just like her. he actually had stopped at one of the little shops on the corner of the street and smelled the flowers because they reminded him of her so much. y/n was extraordinary and brilliant and the sweetest girl peter had ever met. and he just wanted to tell her that.

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peter isn’t good with words. he never has been. he gets too nervous and just starts rambling until nothing he says makes sense.

he wanted to tell y/n how he felt, but didn’t feel like saying it was the right way to go. so he decided to stay silent and let his record player do all the talking for him. he hoped she liked 80s music.

peter carefully set the vinyl in place and stood back as music filled the air. ‘hungry eyes’ was a classic and perfectly described how he felt inside.

y/n bobbed her head and let a smile appear as she recognized the song. she leaned back, supporting herself by her hands on peter’s bed. she watched amusedly as peter awkwardly sat with his back facing the bed.

y/n could relate to all of the lyrics. especially the first one. “i’ve been meaning to tell you, i’ve got this feeling that won’t subside”. she’s had a huge crush on peter since the first week they met. she knew something about him, maybe it being his chocolate curls or his freckled face, was going to steal her heart one day. she couldn’t quite place what it was yet.

“you’re mine tonight”. y/n wanted him. today, tomorrow, next week, next year... she was so infatuated with him. she had never felt this way about anyone before. peter was hers. she didn’t like sharing and she definitely would never share her most precious thing with anyone else.

y/n slides to the edge of the bed. she wanted to touch him, feel him. she needed more. the few feet between them made her want to scream. she leans over and her small hands slide over his torso, resting on his pecks. y/n can feel his heartbeat and how much it spiked. “i wanna hold you, so hear me out”.

peter’s eyes were wide open. one minute he was listening to eric carmen and the next his girl’s -dream girl’s- arms were around him. peter turned his head slightly, he’s panting and sweating and screaming in his own head all at once.

y/n could feel how deeply he was inhaling. it was so cute how much she affected him. she was giggling in his ear and it made the hair on the back of peter’s neck rise. she hums the next part of the song.

“i wanna show you what love’s all about”. peter feels the vibrations of her against his ear and it makes him gasp. she sounds angelic even when she’s humming. there’s nothing she can’t do.

she squeezed him even closer until his back was pressed right up against her. peter couldn’t breathe. she was holding him and humming along with the song in his ear and he couldn’t help but feel as if she was humming those words for him. maybe it didn’t make sense, but it was almost like the words matched with her feelings and this was her way of telling him. peter hoped it was that way. he felt safe and protected and... loved in her arms. it was such a warm, new feeling for him and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“now i got you in my sight, with these hungry eyes”. y/n’s head lifts until she meets peter’s eyes. they’re warm and frantically looking at her and a beautiful chocolate brown. her nose is just slightly brushing over his and that feeling alone is enough to make peter combust. he was feeling so many emotions at the moment. lust, hunger, greed...she had him wrapped around her finger and he didn’t even realize.

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it had taken 2 months for peter to get her number. two whole months. to be fair, she asked for his number, but the details didn’t matter.

the way she asked just made him melt inside. “can i have your number, precious? i don’t like waiting a whole day to talk to you”. there was a smile on her lips when she said it, like she already knew he was going to say yes.

he did say yes.

peter hadn’t had much practice with texting, only with may and sometimes ned. he never really needed to talk to someone before. he didn’t know what kind of greeting was appropriate for their “situation”. peter racks his brain for something unique she does, but he couldn’t pick. there was a million things he could choose from and every new thought was better than the last.

“hi, sweet tea”. that was his first message. it wasn’t cool and mysterious and it’s wasn’t too boring either. it was...charming?

peter sets his phone on his stomach, arm behind his head as he thinks about her. the way she smells, how soft her skin is, how light her laugh is. it’s all so perfect and fitting and peter didn’t know any other way to describe her except that she was a field of daisies and sunflowers and roses.

his phone buzzes, a text from her lighting up the screen.

“sweet tea?”. peter is betting that her brows are furrowed in that cute way. he could see it.

“yes. you always put 4 sugars in your tea every morning. it’s way too much, we’ll have to discuss that”.

y/n was squealing in her bedroom. she didn’t know he took notice of how she takes her morning tea. she didn’t think it was that important, but the fact that peter knew it by heart made her swoon. “you are remarkable peter parker”.

peter read the message with a smile on his lips. remarkable. he’s never been called that before. there were a lot of remarkable things in this world and he didn’t think of himself as one of them. there were shooting stars and volcanic eruptions and the sound of the rushing water from waterfalls and...y/n. she was remarkable, in every way possible. peter’s phone buzzed again. he didn’t think anything could top this moment.

“i adore you”.

peter grins and locks his phone, knowing that she doesn’t expect answer. she knew he would be way too overwhelmed with emotions to respond. he slept soundly, dreaming about her saying those words in person. it was just as magical as when he read it.

he adores her too

chapter 10

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hey guys! i’ll be making playlist for this fic, displaying the emotion that corresponds with each chapter. hopefully the mood matches the music.

note: the playlist will take longer to listen to than this fic will be to read. i recommend listening to them in order

original blurb - mute peter who struggles through life because he doesn’t speak but finds some purpose because of her

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🌷spotify playlist || itunes playlist🌷

chapter 1 - [angst. includes mentions of death] peter struggles to deal with the loss of his father

chapter 2 - ptsd and anxiety is a part of everyday life for peter, and then he met her...

chapter 3 - y/n lit up everything around her, including him

chapter 4 - [includes bullying and some language] peter can’t breathe, and it’s both a blessing a curse

chapter 5 - peter learns to talk without speaking

chapter 6 - oblivious teenager(s)

chapter 7 - small boy in a big town who might be falling for someone with a big heart

chapter 8 - peter is still just as flustered when he thinks about y/n

chapter 9 - spectacular, remarkable, lovely... all new words peter added in his vocabulary to describe her.

chapter 10 - truly.. madly... deeply

chapter 11 - there are high tides and there are low tides

*will be adding more songs as the chapters go along

please request songs you would like to hear on the next playlist. thank you for reading!🌷

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