Mharryjane: they certainly are standing next to each other
unstoppable abandonment issues meet immovable commitment issues--on the dance floor!
harry osborn / mj watson. they certainly are standing next to each other. unstoppable abandonment issues meet immovable commitment issues--
full tracklist under cut:
Jumpstarted - Jukebox the Ghost (what goes up must come down / take my advice and run while you still can)
New Toy - Lene Lovich (I want a new toy / but nothing too demanding)
Shut Up And Dance - Walk The Moon (I said you're holding back / she said shut up and dance with me)
Drive My Car - The Beatles (baby you can drive my car / and maybe I'll love you)
The Safety Dance - Men Without Hats (you can act real rude and totally removed / and I can act like an imbecile)
Love the One You're With - Crosby, Stills and Nash (if you can't be with the one you love, honey / love the one you're with)
Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations (to you I'm a toy but I could be the boy you adore / if you'd just let me know)
Fat Man And Dancing Girl - Suzanne Vega (where the megaphone man met the girl with her hand that's covering most of her mouth)
Gumboots - Paul Simon (you don't feel you could love me but I feel you could)
Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives (I will only wring you dry of everything / but if you're fine with that / you can be mine like that)
Washing Machine Heart - Mitski (even when I close my eyes / I know who you pretend I am)
Too Close - Sir Chloe (party boy you took too much / it's time for you to leave)
Grace Kelly - Mika (why don't you like me / why don't you like me / without making me try)
Hot N Cold - Katy Perry (someone call the doctor / got a case of love bipolar)
No Leverage/No Pleasure - The Scary Jokes (can you feel me knawing away at your heart)
She's Got Issues - The Offspring (I don't know why your whole life is a chore / just do me a favor and check your baggage at the door)
Love, Me Normally - Will Wood (I want you to love the way they so seamlessly / like-a-dream-fully / so beautifully, oh-so-dutifully / jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts!)
Jimmy Tomorrow - The Waitresses (we were all wearing falsies / weren't we?)
Don't Let's Start - They Might Be Giants (I've got a weak heart / and I don't get around how you get around)
Think For Yourself - The Beatles (you're telling all those lies / about the good things that we can have if we close our eyes)
Werewolf - Fiona Apple (I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head / but then again I was waving around an open wound)
It Ain't Me Babe - Nancy Sinatra (I'm not the one you want babe, I will only let you down)
One thing I've discovered is that I really love writing for Mary Jane. Especially with her relationships outside of Peter. Look, PeterMJ is foundational. But sometimes you wanna write MJ getting her rocks off with someone other than Peter hahahaha.
Like Harry Osborn in this fic I'm writing lol. Here is a snippet for anyone curious
As the sun peeked from behind the closed curtins, Mary Jane wondered what she should have for breakfast. There was a nice little cafe not too from from Harry's apartment. She even thought about giving Peter and Gwen a call to see if either of them were interested in getting some coffee. The last time she saw them was when she and Harry caught them leaving the movie theaters. Mary Jane forced it to become a double date, not like Peter would ever say no to her, and mean it.
"MJ, does it feel good?" asked Harry, muffled by her skirt as her underwear hung off her ankle, it hung in the air like she was trying to reach for the curtin with her feet. Oh. Right. Harry.
"Sure." Said Mary Jane, not bothering to act like Harry has improved at all. Making a mess of her cunt not in a fun way, more like he is trying to get her wet with his spit and tounge alone. He couldn't even find her clit.
Harry muttered something and contined to lick around her labia. She sighs, continuing to plan out her morning after this.
It's not that she and Harry haven't had some form of sex. Nothing with his penis inside her, but they've fingered and blown each other enough to reach some orgasam. But penetration? No. Harry didn't think they should try till they were married. Which Mary Jane rolled her eyes at, as if anyone could tie her down like that.
"Wow MJ, y-you're getting so wet." Said Harry, unsure of what he was doing and going back to lapping like a dog with a water dish.
There was a crink her her neck so she stretched as Harry's hands grew sweaty on her thighs. She sat there waiting for her cue, to let out a fake moan and leave. However, lately, Harry had been accusing her of avoiding him. She had been, but nothing felt worse than getting caught. So she thought them spending the night and making out would be enough.
However, it all depended of Harry really. She could take or leave sex. But it was always on Harry to finally plunge into Mary Jane's depths. If he could get past a half chub that was.
"Har?" Asked Mary Jane as Harry finally pulled away. "Can you just get the condoms from my bag?"
"I-I thought you liked it when I went down on you?"
"I never said that."
"But you said I'm getting better."
"You are, I just wanna do something else." Admitted Mary Jane.
Harry looked like he wanted to say something but swollowed it. When he got up to do what she asked, she noticed the flaccid dick that swung between his thighs. Not huge, but not small. Just average. Just like Harry.
She knew she should not be so harsh with Harry. He was cute, in an unconventional sort of way, and he had a good car. But if Mary Jane were honest, she thought him being rich would mean he would be more interesting. But with or without money, Harry was just a normal guy. A boring, safe, normal guy.
Again she wished Peter was the one getting the condoms, the one touching her naked thigh and hiking off her skirt. She closed her eyes to better pretend. So that way she can see Gwen's beautiful face as Peter kissed her neck and carressed her breast. Gwen would run her hands through her hair, strong fingers would start rubbing her clit, then start fingering her. Oh it would be so much better to have Gwen's legs around her neck. Peter, for having such a sharp tounge. would probably be a master of cunnulingus.
"MJ? Are you listening to me?" asked Harry. And Mary Jane was pulled from a much more enticing daydream.
"Hmm? Oh, you having some trouble there tiger?" Asked Mary Jane, falling into her role of the temptress, the seductress that people like Harry's dad warned him about. She flashed her smile and kissed her boyfriend, all for the role she was playing.
She palmed Harry's still flaccid dick, doing what she could to harden him. Kissing his neck, scraping her teeth against his skin. It got a whimper out of him, but no reaction from him. She kept palming and palming and still no reaction. Peter's face crossed her mind and she smiled. Knowing what to do.
"Mmmmhm, maybe if Petey was here, he'd know how to help." Said Mary Jane, playful in her meaning, meant to goad, to make Harry jealous. However he moans and twitches in her hand. This gets her interest as she continues to stroke him. "If he was here, betcha he'd be so jealous."
When he shiveres against her. She smiles against his ear as she continues to stroke him. She wants to ask him if he'd prefer Peter to watch or to be touching him. She's about to, until she's pushed away, off the bed and looking up at a sweaty, flushed, and now very hard Harry.
"MJ! I'm sorry! I-I-I didn't mean to push you!" Apologized Harry. Mary Jane picked herself up. "But why do you always bring up Peter when we're together! Especially when we're making love!"
"Making love? Har, please, we were trying to have sex. Not my fault it's Peter that makes you hard." said Mary Jane, defiant as she began putting on her clothes. She had better places to be than be pushed around by a boytoy. Harry looked at her as if he was the one who said something wrong. He grabbed Mary Jane and pulled her close. With strength that she never knew he had. It scared her.
"Please! Don't go! You're the most beautiful woman in the world! you're amazing! You're the woman I'm going to marry!" Assured Harry, he kissed her again and kept kissing down her neck. But in honesty, she was dryer than the desert.
"Marriage talk already? Harry, Harry, Harry," she said, with a half smile and a coy look over her shoulder. "How many times do I have to tell you, Mary Jane is not the marriage type."
Once she put her clothes back on, she was out the door. Harry made another half-hearted attempt to keep her there. But the last thing she saw before the door closed as a sad man with his head in his hands. Part of her wanted to stay and apologize. Another knew better and kept walking. Deciding to stop at the cafe and finally get her coffee.
