Word Count: 592
Warnings: FLUFF, maybe a breakup trigger but not really
Ship: Peter Maximoff x Reader
A/n: This has been so long in the works and I’m so sorry @pixelpeche because I’m not even joking when I say it’s been about 3 months since part one and you requesting a part two. Sorry if your not engaged in the story still either, but I’d feel bad if I never got this out after telling you I would. Also s/o to @tatortot2701 for requesting this prompt in the first place (and being so supportive, like, honestly without her this would’ve never gotten done).
you can read Part One here
Tagging people I’m following that I think might like it (aka I don’t think most of these folks are mutuals, but I love all of them) : @quicksxlvers @emmcfrxst @harringtonmaximoff @hankmyhusband @kurtwxgners @lornadzne @ohmayshowers @princess-jedi @rax-writes @shayara @thejameebond @this-ginger-has-no-soul @xmenia
Your day had been terrible, but not especially for any other reason besides the fact that you were done with everyone’s bullshit. This morning you’d gotten a test back only to see that you’d almost failed, apparently you hadn’t read the instructions clearly enough. Who could blame you, though? You’d been distracted the entire time by Peter tugging on your hair and kicking the back on your legs the entire time. You liked Peter a lot, you’d been dating for a couple months, but recently he’d been getting more on your nerves than usual.
“Perhaps you’re finally seeing him without the rose lense,” Ororo had suggested when you’d talked to her about it, “I never quite knew how you were able to fall for him in the first place.”
You thought back to this conversation as you pushed open the door to your room, ready to drown out your thoughts with music loud enough to rival Warren’s, but unfortunately that fantasy was snatched away from you when none other than the boyfriend at question appeared in front of you with a loopy grin on his face.
“Hey, Y/N.”