Pairing || Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader
Summary: You and Peter have been dating for over 5 years. You are now living together and it's the first year of living together, so far it’s going well. Normal couple stuff: arguing, cuddling, cooking for each other, etc. Game nights are the highlights of living together. But One night Peter walks in on you stressing yourself over trying to play as spiderman on Marvel Rivals.
Warnings: None, It’s wholesome.
Author's Note: This is my first time posting Peter Parker fanfiction, This is my first time writing something in so long in general. The last time I wrote was back in 2019 on my other account. I’m very nervous because I can’t write for shit but I’m just writing out what I feel at the moment. The other night I was playing Marvel Rivals in a practice range trying to learn how to play as Spiderman. He was SO hard to do. During that I thought about writing how peter parker would react to it. Hehehe I hope you enjoy it -Elina
Skip if you know Marvel rivals, read if you don’t know it.
Side Note: For those of you who don’t know. Marvel Rivals is a video game on pc. Dps is short for damage per second, they’re important to do high damage against enemies.They also protect their healers. Tank means they take all the hits from enemies and try to protect their healers, and their job is to push on site to hold and win until time is over. Healers, in my opinion, are the hardest because they have to keep watch on their teammates health. They tend to get a lot of heat for “not healing” their teammates, and are constantly getting targeted by their dps enemies. Normally, nobody saves the healers.
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Why did you think you could play as Spiderman?
Well you were practicing to play as dps for rank. You already got healer and tank down. But dps is sometimes hard for you. You felt spiderman would be great to use in a rank because everytime as a healer you’re constantly getting targeted by them.
Even by your own boyfriend. That man is amazing as spiderman in marvel rivals. Good thing he is since he’s the real spiderman in real life, how is spiderman himself not gonna be good playing as spiderman in a video game.
A frustrated groan escaped from you. "Damnit. How can anyone play as him?" You pulled back from the screen, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes to relieve the burning strain.
You grabbed your phone from your long white mouse pad to unlock your screen, opening tiktok to see what a pro spiderman player does. “Swing… pull? I tried doing that but I keep missing” You mutter to yourself.
Thirty minutes had vanished, spent grinding away in the practice range while the rest of the apartment slept. You were oblivious to everything except the screen, even as the clock ticked past 2:00 AM. Since you were both night owls and it was the weekend, you being up made perfect sense, but you were unaware that Peter was slipping into the dark apartment. He was finally home, quietly exhausted after finishing his long night patrol being spiderman.
Shedding the constraint of his work clothes, Peter traded his suit for comfortable clothes: soft grey sweatpants and a worn white t-shirt proclaiming, 'I survived my trip to NYC.'
As he moved down the hallway, your frustrated voice drifted from the gaming room. "Damnit...why is this so hard?" you sighed loudly, the sound making him grin despite his exhaustion. Peter approached the door, where a soft purple glow leaked out, He gently nudged the door open, his eyes immediately finding you—a picture of intense focus—at the screen
Peter's eyes went straight to the screen, immediately identifying the game and the character you were trying to master in the practice range. A knowing grin returned, and he bit his bottom lip. He stayed exactly where he was, simply crossing his arms and leaning his weight on the doorframe to observe your silent battle.
"Baby, not like that," he chuckled, the unexpected sound shattering your concentration and making you jump.
"Shit, you scared me!" You laughed breathlessly, pressing a hand to your chest to steady your pounding heart.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, though the grin betrayed his sincerity. "I just had to watch you get frustrated for a couple of minutes. It was cute." He didn't wait for a reply, dragging his gaming chair over to settle beside you.
"So," he asked, a playful smile meeting your gaze, his eyes full of affection, "why is my amazing healer girlfriend trying to main Spiderman?"
You pouted slightly, giving him a sheepish look. "I wanted to try something different, and hopefully be great with him..."
"You'll get there," he assured you softly. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, then tilted your chin up to give you a quick, heartfelt peck on the lips.
His eyes held a deep affection, gazing at you as if you were the only thing in the room. "Do you need some help?" he offered.
"Maybe," you replied, giving his chest a playful poke. "I also want to be better than you."
He chuckled, rubbing the spot you hit. "Me? What did I do?" he asked, feigning an offended look.
You frowned. "You always target me; I can never get you back. You aren't easy on me..." You tilted your head. "You're supposed to be easy on me, I'm your girlfriend."
"But how else will you ever learn, hm?" He gently rubbed your cheek in a comforting way. "Besides... I don't like losing."
You gasped dramatically. "That's mean!" You swatted his hand away, pouting as he simply laughed.
“But I can help you, If you let me” He motioned the idling spiderman in the game.
“Fine, but you’re joining me in the game.” You say with a smile, Peter returns the smile before pecking your forehead.
He pushes himself on his chair across the room to go to his own gaming desk, turning his computer on so he can join his girl. Opening Marvel Rivals then gets the invitation from you so he can join you in the practice range. He chose to be spiderman so he can teach you how to play as him.
Of course, they joined each other on a discord call to hear each other better.
"Okay, this is what you're gonna do," Peter said, changing the enemy target to Cloak and Dagger—the simple training mannequin.
He began his demonstration, walking you through the sequence: "You're gonna cluster, pull, punch—cluster—uppercut.” Watching him was mesmerizing.
Then it was your turn. "Okay, I'll try—cluster—pull…." You trailed off, lost in your own thoughts, the sequence already gone. "Don't look—" You laughed sheepishly as you started wildly kicking and punching the bot instead. A few desperate blows later, you finally managed to kill it.
The resulting silence felt impossibly long until Peter broke it with a stifled snort. He was clearly trying not to laugh as he watched you try the sequence again, murmuring his instructions to yourself under your breath.
"You'll get it. Keep trying, take it slow," he assured you, his calm voice guiding you through the sequence. You followed his every instruction, step by step.
Finally, you nailed it. The combo flowed perfectly, and you even managed to web-pull the bot while swinging from the air—a flawless execution. "Okay, I'm ready for a 1v1," you declared, your voice ringing with determined confidence.
Peter's lips curled into a smirk. He adjusted his position in his chair, already preparing himself for the inevitable battle with his newly-trained rival.
Of course, he effortlessly pulled–kick–punch–solo ult you.
“Don’t mess with the amazing spiderman!” For the 30th time, Peter's Spiderman finished you off. You threw your hands up, abandoning the keyboard.
"Seriously, I'm done," you announced, your voice heavy with defeat and just a touch of childish pique. "I don't wanna play no more."
Peter burst into laughter at your little tantrum, watching you push away from the desk and stride out of the room. He followed quickly, finding you in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Evian water.
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to teach you. I didn't mean to—"
"Beat me for the thirtieth time?" you cut him off with a sassy edge, taking a long drink of water.
"I know, I'm sorry! But look, you at least got me ten times. That's way more than before." He tried to cheer you up, but the only response he got was a serious death glare.
"That's not helping; it's making it worse. Why are you so damn good at Spiderman?" you asked, letting the saltiness seep into your tone.
"Well, I would hope I am," he joked, flashing a playful, easy grin. "I am Spiderman. Imagine how sad that would be if I wasn't?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. "Okay," you sang, finding his boast charming. "Mr. I-have-to-be-good-at-everything."
"I'm not good at everything," he defended himself instantly.
"Mmm, that's true..." You paused, leaning in with a playful smirk. "In the bedroom, I am definitely better than you." You gave him a cheeky wink and walked right past him, heading back toward the gaming room.
"Yeah—wait, what? What does that mean?!" Peter sputtered, instantly confused and energized. He hurried after you into the gaming room to continue the night of battling—each other.