Requested by imaslutforTomHolland: Y/N and Peter have a big argument and end up breaking up. But then Y/N finds out that she's pregnant, so she tells Peter, and they decide to try and make their relationship work.

"Are we really having this fight again, Y/N?" Peter spat as I stormed into our apartment and he followed after me before slamming the door.

"Yes, we are, because JUST like I knew would happen, fucking nothing has changed since the last time that we had this fight." I snapped as I turned around to face him.

"What do you expect me to change?! I'm not going to quit my job as Spider-Man just because you can't handle me missing one date!" He exclaimed. My eyes widened at his words, anger filling me as he spoke.

"ONE DATE?! Peter Benjamin Parker, you KNOW that this is a bigger problem than one fucking date! This was the EIGHTH date in a row that you didn't show up for! I thought that moving in with you would mean that I'd see you more, and that you'd actually show up to our plans, but it's only made it worse! So don't fucking stand there and accuse me of getting this angry over one missed date!" I shouted.

"You know why I'm late, Y/N! It's not as if I'm with Ned and MJ, or that I'm cheating on you, I'm late because I'm being Spider-Man, because I'm saving people's lives! You knew that when we started dating, you knew what you were signing up for!" He yelled back.

"I was prepared for you maybe being half an hour late to a date every so often, and missing once every month or so, what I WASN'T prepared for was not knowing if you're alive or dead, not knowing if I should be waiting in the restaurant for hours after we were meant to meet, not knowing if you just couldn't be bothered to show up! I was prepared for you to be a superhero, I wasn't prepared to lose my boyfriend in the process!" I screamed.

"And I wasn't prepared to have a girlfriend so selfish that she makes me choose between her and saving people!" He shouted back. I choked at his words, my heart dropping and my eyes wavering at the sentence filled with poison. Peter sighed, his face also dropping and his eyes getting glassy as an uneasy silence replaced the screaming that had been heard only moments ago. My heart hurt in my chest, a painful numbness starting to creep in as I could see what this was from a mile off. This was the end. And I didn't know if we could stop it.

"I-I can't do this anymore, Peter. I get that you have a responsibility, I understand that you need to help people, but you promised when we first started dating that it wouldn't get in the way of our relationship, but that's exactly what it's done. And I can't do it anymore." I choked and shook my head. Peter nodded and gulped, a tear leaving his eye as he looked at me.

"I don't think that I can either. I love you, Y/N, I really do, but I always knew that if I had to pick between our relationship and helping people, it would have to be the latter. You know that the second that I stop helping people, it becomes my fault when they get hurt because I could have stopped it. I can't stop doing that." He gulped. I returned it and bit my lip as tears started to leave my eyes, my heart shattering into a million pieces. I had been right. This was the night that Peter and I would break up.

"I-I, um...I'll stay at my parents' tonight. I'll come tomorrow to start collecting my stuff." I whispered, my body far too weak to be any louder as I grabbed my bag with shaky hands.

"For what it's worth, Y/N, I'm sorry. I love you, so I really wanted to make this work." Peter choked and shook his head as I started to move past him. I gulped harshly and looked up at him before giving him a forced and small smile.

"So did I, Pete. So did I." I nodded before leaving the apartment, my entire body numb and my heart left broken in Peter's apartment as I left.

~Two months later~

I clutched the toilet bowl, the foul taste of bile in my mouth as I threw up for the third time today. And the seventh time this week. I gulped harshly, tears stinging my eyes as I desperately prayed for this to not be what I thought that it was. But the three small sticks on the floor next to my knees would tell me in a second. I flicked my eyes to them, my gaze wavering and my stomach dropping as all three windows had crosses in them. Telling me that they were all positive.

"Fuck." I choked as I sat down by the toilet, my back against the tiled wall as my legs stung from the also icy tiles beneath me. It had been two months since I'd broken up with Peter, and things had been awful. I had regretted the decision almost as soon as I had left his apartment that day, my heart feeling completely numb ever since we had ended things. I knew that things had been tough when we had broken up, I knew that we'd been going through a rough patch, but I missed him so fucking much. I missed his arm curling around my waist in his sleep, or his lips pressing into the crease of my neck each morning to wake me up. I missed it all, and now felt so alone and stupid for letting myself walk away from him. After all, whilst I was upset that he'd cancelled yet another date, it was his job. It wasn't as if he was cancelling to cheat on me, or to hang out with friends instead, he wouldn't show up because he'd be too busy stopping a bank robbery, or saving some little girl's kitten who had gotten stuck in a tree. But, it had been too late anyway. Until, I had missed my second period in a row last week, and had started to get sick this week. As soon as I had missed my period, I had gotten a bad feeling about the 'why', the sickness and now the three positive pregnancy tests only confirming what I had feared. That I was pregnant. With Peter's baby. I sighed and shook my head, tears pricking my eyes as I grabbed my phone. Thank fuck that I hadn't yet been able to bring myself to delete Peter's number. I gulped harshly, my heart racing in my chest purely at the thought of having to tell my ex that I was pregnant with his child as I opened up our text conversation and typed out a quick text before pressing 'send'.

Y/N: We need to talk.

Spidey-boy: It's been two months, why do you want to talk NOW?

Y/N: Trust me, Peter, you're going to want to hear what I have to say...

Spidey-boy:...fine. You can come over.

Y/N: Thanks.

I gulped harshly, my stomach still flipping both in sickness from anxiety and the pregnancy as I stood from the floor on uneasy feet. I took deep breaths as I looked into the mirror, my mind kicking itself over how shitty I looked. Because I'd been sick and heartbroken, I hadn't showered or changed anything but my underwear in three days, and my attempt to make myself feel better yesterday by putting on a little mascara and eyeliner had now backfired given the black streaks that were down my face. I looked like a hot fucking mess. But, that was how I felt, so I guessed that it wasn't that far from the truth. I turned the faucet on and cupped my hands to catch the water before splashing it onto my face. After all, if I was going to tell Peter that I was pregnant with his child, I had to look at least decent whilst doing it. And so, I had some work to do.

I knocked on Peter's apartment door, my heart in my throat almost suffocating me as I tried not to throw up again. Though, given how much anxiety and pregnancy sickness was running through me, that would probably be easier said than done. The door opened, making me gulp harshly and my heart jump as Peter appeared. I hadn't seen him since I had come to collect my stuff the day after our break-up, and I had to admit that I found slight comfort in the fact that he looked as shitty as I felt. His hair was unruly and untamed, though was still the way that I always liked it as his body was clad in one of his science pun t-shirts and his plaid sweatpants, both of which were clearly unwashed. I had to hope that that was because he missed me as much as I missed him, and that the break-up had turned out to be the wrong thing for both of us. That was what I was hoping for, anyway.

"H-hey, it's, um...it's good to see you." He nodded.

"Y-yeah, Pete, it's good to see you too. Can I come in? When I say that we need to talk, I mean it." I gulped. His eyebrows furrowed at my words, the boy clearly confused about what I needed to tell him as he nodded and stepped to the side. I wordlessly moved into the apartment, complete silence between us as Peter shut the door and both of us sat down on the sofa. I didn't let my gaze move from my hands, my heart beating so harshly in my chest that I only felt more nauseous as Peter looked at me.

"So, um...what did you need to tell me?" He asked quietly. I gulped harshly, tears already pricking my eyes as I finally forced myself to look up at him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw how upset I was.

"I-I, um...Pete, I don't know how to say this." I choked and shook my head.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, whatever it is, I'm sure that it's alright, just take your time." He nodded reassuringly as he scooted forward on the sofa and gently put his hand on my knee. I bit my lip and looked at him. Why had I ever ended it with him? Even when we were broken up, even when I'd rocked up again after two months, he was still being so kind and gentle with me. I wished that I'd never let that go.

"I'm pregnant." I finally got out. Peter's eyes widened, his mouth also falling open at my words.

"What?" He gulped harshly. I bit my lip and nodded, the boy looking as panicked as I'd ever seen him in seconds at my admittance.

"My period was two months late, and I was starting to feel sick, so I took three tests this morning. All of them are positive. I'm pregnant, Peter." I choked. He gulped harshly, a tear leaving his eye as he put his fist to his mouth. I could tell that he was trying not to freak out, that he was thinking this through, and I couldn't blame him. After all, we were only twenty-two, and we were broken up, so I didn't think that it was unfair to say that we weren't ready for a baby.

"A-are you sure that it's mine? I'm not accusing you of anything of course, b-but we've been broken up for two months, isn't that enough time for you to get pregnant with someone else's baby?" He stammered as he looked at me.

"It is, except for that I haven't been with anyone else, even since we broke up. You're the only person that I've had sex with in the last three months, Pete. There's no doubt, you're the dad." I shook my head.

"Okay...fuck, okay, okay, um...I'm sorry but I have to ask. What do you want to do?" he gulped. I bit my lip harshly, my eyes wavering at the question. Of course it was a reasonable one, and we had to know what we wanted to do, but the thought of doing anything other than having the baby tore me apart.

"What do you want to do?" I returned. Peter sighed and looked at me timidly.

"It's your body, s-so completely say no if you don't want this, but...I want to keep it. I want to keep it, and I want to give us another go." He admitted. My eyes widened at his words.

"What?" I choked.

"Y/N, letting you go was the biggest mistake that I've ever made. Letting you walk out that day was the stupidest thing that I could have done, and I've regretted it every second of every day since it happened. I'm fucking broken without you, the problem was that I didn't know how to say that, because I didn't know if you'd moved on, if you felt the same, I knew fuck all. But this pregnancy...it feels like our second chance. It feels like the universe has made this happen, to bring us back together. Because I couldn't figure out how to say that I wanted you back, so the universe did it for me." He choked and shook his head. I returned the choke, more tears leaving my eyes at his words. At the words that told me that for the last two months, Peter and I had unknowingly been on the same page about the break-up, and that we both wanted to try again. Even if this time, we were trying with a baby in the mix, too.

"I feel the same, Peter, fuck, I regretted walking out on you the second that I did it. So, yes. If you really think that we can do this, we can get back together and I can have this baby. I want you, Pete, and I want our baby." I nodded.

"Good, because I want you and our baby too." he smiled before leaning in and kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to his face as we kissed. It had been two months since we'd broken up, but all of that time seemed to melt away the second that our lips joined again. It was as if we'd never fallen out, as if all of the stuff that had been said that night was gone. And it was perfect. I broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, Peter's fingers gently stroking my cheeks as we looked into each other's eyes.

"We can make this work, angel. I swear to god that I'm going to make more of an effort to split my time evenly between Spider-Man and you, no way am I letting him take all of my time again. I'm going to make this work, for you, and for our baby." He promised quietly. I smiled and bit my lip.

"I'll make it work too. I'll try to be more lenient and understanding if you miss dates, or miss things because of your patrol. But we can do this, Pete. I really believe that." I nodded.

"So do I, babe. So do I." He smiled, making mine widen as he leant in and kissed me again.