Peter Parker x Reader Oneshots

Cigarettes

i got this idea from a oneshot i read about Peter as Spider-Man on tumblr so i hope you enjoy.

I walk into the small apartment my mom and I lived in. I quickly open my bedroom door and throw my backpack in my room. Today was terrible. First a math test I completely bombed and then Peter couldn't have lunch with me. Too busy being Spider-Man I guess. I hear the door unlock from my room and hear my mom sighing. I walk back into the kitchen and am greeted by my mom.

"Hey, Mom." I say, plainly. She smiles.

"I can't cook tonight, I'm meeting someone, do you mind?" she asks. I shake my head.

"Of course not, I'll be fine." I reply as I follow her to her room.

She begins to get ready to go out. Finally after about an hour she's ready, hugs me goodbye and leaves. I walk back into my room, closing the door behind me. Even though my mom isn't home, I still like it shut. I open one of my drawers and retrieve a pack of cigarettes. I know I shouldn't, considering I'm only 15. But sometimes you got to numb the pain somehow.

I open my window and go out on the fire escape, lighting a cigarette. I take a drag. I wouldn't say I'm addicted, I don't smoke everyday, just when life gets really difficult. I continue to smoke for a few more seconds.

"Excuse me miss but isn't it illegal for minors to smoke?" I hear a voice from out of nowhere. I look around and when I turn back to face forward I see Peter in his suit, hanging upside down by one of his webs.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and blow out some smoke. He perches himself onto the fire escape ledge.

"I can't surprise my girlfriend as Spider-Man?" he asks, looking playfully hurt. He pulls off his mask. He then looks a little hurt for a second.

"I thought you quit smoking." he says, looking serious. I look down.

"I don't smoke often, okay? Only when life gets crappy." I say and throw my cigarette off of the fire escape.

"I'm sorry, Peter, i-it's just-." I finally say after a few minutes of silence. I feel tears stinging my eyes. He says nothing but just hugs me. He quietly shushes me. He knows how messed up my life can get.

"It's okay baby, it's okay..." he whispers.

I finally stop crying after a few minutes and look at Peter. He wipes away my remaining tears with his thumb.

"You should go patrol some more." I say.

"No (Y/N) I'm not leaving you here, you're clearly upset." he says.

"I appreciate it, Pete. But the city needs Spider-Man right now." I say.

He can't think of anything else to say. Until suddenly he does.

"Fine but I'm coming back later." he says, matter of fact. I giggle at his dorkiness.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Spider-Man." I say and give him a kiss on his cheek.

He pulls his mask back onto his head and swings away. I crawl back into my room through the window. I take out the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and walk into the bathroom. I break the cigarettes up and put them and the pack into the toilet. I then flush it. I don't need those things anymore.

I have Peter.