pov- imagines

PETER- P. PARKER

pairings: peter parker x reader, platonic!tony stark x peter parker, mom!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!harley keener x reader
warnings: none?
about: based off of this (tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend/husband by their name)

you pouted, glaring at tony as he ignored you, continuing to steal peter's attention away from you. in his defense, you had done that to him before, dragging peter away by the hand the second he finishes in the lab. you could feel the smug look tony was sending your way as you gave up, and you kicked at dum-e in retaliation. "hey, bub? i'm gonna go train or something, please come get me when you're done, i wanna spend time with you."
peter nodded, looking over his shoulder for a second to pucker his lips at you and blow you a quick kiss, "okay, pretty girl, i promise i'll be down in one or two hours- right?" he looked at tony, and the man responded with a distracted nod.
"promise?" you ask, too used to him saying the same thing and spending twice the amount of time. "of course, i can't spend that much time away from you, angel."
you blushed, muttering a "fine," and heading down to the training room.

-

you were sprawled on the mat, chest heaving while natasha stared at you, "you good, y/n?"
"not great, mom, you really didn't hold back today, did you?" you asked, eyes closed. you heard nat chuckle, poking you with her foot, "you did good, honey, i'm proud of you. i imagine peter is in your room sulking?"
you groaned at that, rolling over. "i doubt it. how long have we been sparring?"
"almost four hours, why?"
an hour or two, my ass, you thought, sighing. you stood, "nothing, just, he's busy right now. is wanda around? loki? harley?"
natasha unwrapped her hands, asking for yours as she spoke, "wanda's on a date with vision, loki is... probably being the god of mischief somewhere, and harley is in the common room doing something."

you thanked her as she took the bands away, stretching your fingers.
"thank you, nat, i'm gonna go take a shower, thanks for letting me beat your ass," she shoved you lightly as you walked past, and you giggled, walking to the elevator. pushing up against the glass that let you see into the lab, you spotted peter, slumped down on a bean bag chair tony had put in his lab for your boyfriend. his mouth was moving, hands in the air, and tony was in front of him, nodding along to whatever he was saying with a screwdriver uselessly in his hand. you managed to catch a sliver of their conversation,
"you know how i told you yesterday about ned? well, today, he..."
busy indeed, you thought with a scowl, watching as the elevator rose past the floor and up to yours. you grumbled as you walked to your room and resisted the desire to simply drop on your bed and call harley over, stepping into your bathroom instead.

ten minutes later, you were on the couch of the main room with harley, your head smushed against his shoulder, paying attention to the screen of your phone instead of the movie on the television. "so, you're angry at peter?" harley asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head.
"no, no, i'm just upset, i've barely seen him all week, and he promised he'd be out in an hour or two, but it's been four-"
"maybe he's busy?" harley offered, and you scoffed, "yes, gossipping about ned-"
harley bit his lip, "maybe it was a break?"
you shrugged at that, leaning on him again, "maybe. i still miss him, though."
harley hummed as you scrolled past the videos on tiktok, coming across one of the couple videos that had been popping up on your for you page ever since you posted a video with peter.
harley swiped your phone in excitement, pointing at the video, "hey, you should do this! scare him a little."
you tilted your head in confusion, taking your phone back apprehensively, "do what? you didn't even let me watch, and what are you talking about?"
your eyes settled on your phone, mint letters reading calling my boyfriend by his name instead of his pet name. you laughed at it, realizing that harley was right.
as if reading your mind, harley smirked, "he would freak out, sometimes i think you forget each other's real names." you gave him a look, and he raised his arms in a sign of surrender. "i don't know, it's not a bad idea. people have been asking me to prank him for a while now."
"see?" harley said, satisfied with himself. "i'll do it, if i ever see him again, that is."
"oh, you are so dramatic," harley huffed. "you love me," you scoff, and you feel him nod, "yes i do, now, go away, i haven't been able to concentrate on my show at all since you came here."
you harrumph, and just as though on cue, you hear peter come through the door of the living room. you hum when you feel him press his lips on your forehead, "hi, beautiful," he greets, shoving harley's head away as his hello.
"hello to you too," harley mutters, and you feel peter tug at you, "come on, let's go to your room." you laugh and pat harley's thigh, "i'll see you later, harls." he waves you off, and you stand before letting peter drag you to your room. right when you've clicked the button to your floor, peter still outside of the elevator, you remember the video, stiffening up. "actually, can you get me some water, peter?" you ask, and you only catch a glimpse of peter's face as his eyebrows furrow, voice saying a cut off "yeah," the elevator doors closing on his face. you chuckle while the elevator lifts, scrambling to pull out your phone and setting it up to make a tiktok. you sprint to your room, closing the door quietly and sitting on your bed, pretending like you were on your phone as you waited for peter's hurried steps to come closer.
three tentative knocks came from your door and you clicked record before telling peter to come in. "hey, princess," he spoke softly, and you smiled, "hi peter."
he winced, setting down the glass of water on your table. you gave an insincere frown, "what's wrong?"
"i just- did i do something wrong?" peter asked, puppy eyes in full blow. "no?" you say, feigning confusion, "why?"
"it's- you called me peter," he whined, and you breathed out in a sort of laugh, "is that not your name?" you queried, and peter puffed out his cheeks, "you only call me that when you're mad."
you laugh fully now, "when have you ever seen me mad at you, peter?"
peter crosses his arms, huffing, "i don't know a peter."
your mouth falls open slightly, "peter!-" you don't get to finish when peter turns his head away from you, bottom lip jutting out and eyes looking up at nothing, "peter isn't here, i'm bubba, or handsome, or-"
"oh my god," you snicker, "dude, it's-"
peter turns to you, mouth open in indignation, "dude- y/n/n!" he cries, and you drop your phone on the bed, noticing the video is done.
you're smiling, stretching your arms out to him as a peace offering, "it was just a tiktok, petey, and it was also all harley's idea-"

"i thought you were mad!" he complains, accepting your arms and wrapping his own around your waist, head on your chest. you respond with a small snort, running your fingers through his curls, "i didn't think it was this big of a deal, it's just your name, bub."
peter doesn't respond, nuzzling his head further into your boobs, "mean."
you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to post the tiktok (which amassed over three million likes after an hour).