𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Overprotective Sister

Parings → Peter Parker x Jones! Reader

Warnings → ANGST, ANGST! Reader is MJ's little sister. She's a Sophomore. MJ is in junior year. fluff at the end.

Summary → You're MJ's little sister who has a crush on Peter. Peter rejects you. Now MJ is determined to make sure you two end up together.

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The scent of fresh toast and scrambled eggs filled the kitchen as you sat at the counter, idly stirring your cereal. Your thoughts were far from breakfast, your mind fixated on Peter Parker, your sister MJ's best friend. You'd liked him for what felt like forever, the boy-next-door charm and his sweet personality enough to melt your heart every time he smiled.

"You've got that look again," MJ's voice broke your train of thought as she walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, eyeing you with her signature teasing smirk.

"What look?" You asked, trying to play it cool, though your flushed cheeks betrayed you.

"You know what look. The 'I'm day dreaming about Peter Parker' look," she teased, arching an eyebrow.

You groaned, dropping your spoon back into your cereal with a splash. "Am I that obvious?"

MJ chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee before sitting beside you at the counter. "Yeah, kind of. You talk about him all the time. It's adorable, though. Really."

You sighed, resting your head on your hands. "I just don't know how to tell him. He's so sweet, but I'm scared. What if he doesn't like me back?"

MJ softened at that, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. "Look, I know Peter. He's not the type to hurt anyone. If anything, he probably already likes you, he's always been nice to you."

"But not in the way I want," you murmured. "I want him to see me, not just as your little sister but as... me."

MJ studied you for a moment, her teasing smile fading into something more serious. "Okay, listen. You've been crushing on Peter for what, years now?"

You nodded.

"So, what do you have to lose by telling him how you feel? At least then you'll know, right? And maybe he'll feel the same way. You'll never know if you don't try."

You bit your lip, considering her words. MJ was always practical, always the calm voice of reason, but you couldn't shake the nerves twisting your stomach into knots.

"What if I make a fool of myself?" You asked quietly.

MJ gave you a gentle push on the shoulder. "You won't. Trust me. And even if he doesn't feel the same, at least you'll have closure. You'll be able to move on."

You hesitated but nodded. "I'll... I'll think about it."

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That evening, you sit cross-legged on MJ's bed, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your oversized sweater. The dim light from the lamp on the bedside table casts long shadows on the walls of the room.

MJ lounges casually at the head of the bed, her curly hair a tangled mess from a long day at school. She's scrolling through her phone, but you know she's listening.

"I think I'm gonna tell him," you blurt out after a moment of silence.

MJ raises an eyebrow, not looking up. "Tell who?" She asks with a playful smirk, though it's obvious she already knows.

You roll your eyes, feeling your face flush. "Peter, duh."

MJ finally looks up from her phone, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ohhhh, Peter," she teases, drawing his name out in a singsong voice. "My friend Peter Parker? The Peter you can barely talk to without turning into a tomato?"