Part 1
It's gym period and M.J.'s bench-pressing The Second Sex while deep in speculative thought. So, the way Peter's shirt sleeves stretch over his biceps and shoulder blades is not a joke. On the other hand, his eyebrows are always in the middle of an identity crisis, and his lips are kinda thin. His smile, though--really, really nice. First class, one might say. A solid, toothpaste advertisement smile.
Yeah, M.J's not doing great service to Simone de Beauvoir right now.
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In which M.J. has an inconvenient crush, and Ned Leeds will deeply regret ever visiting Universal Studios Florida.
(M.J's POV)
Part 2
"Because you're occupying like, all of my frontal lobe. And the parietal and temporal lobe. Probably the occipital as well!" and wow, he should've just run a bread knife through himself; it would've been more dignified.
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In which M.J. and Peter are an ass-backwards kind of couple, and have the Feelings Talk two months after they begin dating.
(Peter's POV)
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.