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(I'm actually going to hop on over to Babs for a while. I'll be back on Mary Jane tonight. <3)

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johnathanstorm replied to your post: (Guess who’s back?!)

-tackles-

(Well, hi to you, too! I'm taking that as a "I missed you so much I must e-tackle you" tackle. Amirite or amirite?)

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[11:50:25 AM] Deadpool: YEP

[11:50:41 AM] Deadpool: I THINK

[11:50:44 AM] Deadpool: THAT DIET VIMTO

[11:50:50 AM] Deadpool: HAS LOTS OF SUGAR

[11:50:52 AM] Deadpool: AND I WASN'T AWARE

[11:50:55 AM] Deadpool: BUT IT'S SO GOOD

[11:50:58 AM] Deadpool: AND I HAVEN'T HAD IT

[11:50:59 AM] Deadpool: IN AGES

[11:51:02 AM] Deadpool: AND MY MIND IS ALL

[11:51:04 AM] Deadpool: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:33 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:35 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:36 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:36 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:37 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:39 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZZZZZZ

[11:51:40 AM] Deadpool: ZZZZ

[11:51:41 AM] Mary Jane: ...

[11:51:41 AM] Deadpool: Z

[11:51:45 AM] Deadpool: STAIRS

Mary Jane slowly backs away.

[11:51:49 AM] Mary Jane: LOL WTF.

[11:51:49 AM] Mary Jane: omg.

[11:51:51 AM] Mary Jane: you've gone insane!

[11:51:53 AM] Deadpool: IDEK

[11:51:54 AM] Deadpool: I'VE ALWAYS

[11:51:57 AM] Deadpool: BEEN INSANE

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[11:45:26 AM] Mary Jane: BITCH.

[11:45:27 AM] Mary Jane: DON'T EVEN SAY HI,.

[11:46:03 AM] Frosty: I didn't see you were on

[11:46:04 AM] Frosty: lol

[11:46:36 AM] Mary Jane: excuses.

[11:46:38 AM] Mary Jane: EXCUSEEEES.

[11:46:38 AM] Mary Jane: also.

[11:46:44 AM] Mary Jane: i see finn and sif being shipped.

[11:46:47 AM] Mary Jane: i see how into that you are.

[11:46:49 AM] Mary Jane: I SEE.

[11:46:54 AM] Frosty: HAHAHAHAHA

[11:48:18 AM] Mary Jane: IHU.

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ooc: I'll keep this short and simple, for the sake of it. I hope your hiatus is good for you, in all the areas that it needs to be good for. Should you come back, it'll be good to have you, and if not, it was a pleasure interacting with you/reading your drabble. So, take care, and may the days be kind to you.

(Thank you so, so much for this. I'm insanely glad to be back and to return to such kindness.

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(Guess who's back?!)

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Shag Me/Love Me/Break Me

(You can find it here!

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Can't Sleep, Can't Speak

Fluorescent red illuminates the bedroom, casts a hazy glow across her face. The clock reads 4:19 AM. 

It's been five hours. 

A frustrated groan falls from lush pink lips, breaking the relative silence. Another heavy sigh follows and then, a scream. It's composed of frustration and anger and something else, something that's reflected in the depths of her eyes as she gazes up at her ceiling.

Rejection? Pain? Heartache?

"You promised."

The words are murmured quietly, barely audible despite the quiet of the night. It's repeated once, twice, before she's turned, face buried once more into the cool silk. Once more, she shouts into her pillow, delicate hands gripping her sheets in a mad sort of desperation.

But then she's up, crossing the room in short, quick bursts. The carpet soft and welcoming beneath her toes does nothing to ward off the bitterness that radiates from practically every pore. However, the irritation that burns in her eyes, that curls her lips, seems misplaced. 

"I should have known Peter would be too busy. What was I thinking? Good job, Mary Jane!"

There it is. The acknowledgement that it's not the masked vigilante she's upset with, but rather, herself. 

"Talking to yourself?"

Shock is the first emotion to cross her face as she spins, nearly falling over herself in her haste. Seated on the windowsill is the man himself, the man she's been waiting up all night for. 

And despite herself, she's flung herself into his arms, nearly knocking him over. Slender fingers eagerly tug at the hem of his mask as his broad hands find her hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles across her bare hipbones as if they belong there. It's impossible to stay mad at him, with his mused brown hair and wide eyes that have only ever shown her compassion and love.

"I'd gone crazy with lust waiting for you, tiger."

Although her retort is meant to be a joke, by the way he's shifted her in his lap,  she finds the words growing true. Legs hook about his waist as he rises, his grip on her familiar, comforting, and yet, still invigorating. 

Nose to nose, chest to chest, hip to hip, they're two puzzle pieces that match up in all the ways that count.

"I'll have to fix that, won't I?"

She hasn't had a chance to speak, to voice just how badly she wants that, when she's tossed back. Almost instantaneously, he's upon her and his lips are working across the supple skin of her neck. Hands work in the same fashion, drifting across each and every sensitive curve and dip of her form. Faint mewls of approval are torn from her lips as she presses herself against him, eager to feel every inch of his lithe, limber body.

It's obvious he feels the same way as their eyes meet, brilliant green to subdued brown.

The following movements are fluid, a symphony of well-rehearsed actions that leave them beneath her smooth sheets. On her back, velvet hair of the deepest red splayed out around her, she's a sight to behold and as he appraises her with the most loving of gazes, she feels almost bashful.

"What?"

Instead of answering in words, he answers with a kiss to her cheek, followed by a delicate passing of lips across her collarbone. There's a warmth developing in the pit of her stomach and she's shaking as he descends lower, their hands intertwined as he guides himself down her body.

"Peter."

It's all he needs as he extracts himself from between her legs, her knees sliding from over his shoulders to settle comfortably upon the bed.

"Yes, Mary Jane?"

There's an undercurrent of hunger to his casual question as he peers curiously at his fingers which gleam from her wetness. It's obvious he's teasing her, baiting her, and it's working. From the wild expression in her eyes to the way she's near writhing as he aligns himself, his tip barely pressing into her warm, inviting wetness.

"Just breathe. Aren't you the one who-"

But then he's silenced because in those few moments of reprieve from his able hands, she's brought her hips up in a single thrust.

It's like pure heaven.

With not a single ounce of resistance, he sinks himself as deeply into her as possible, a single firm hand gripping her wrists high above her head as she moans out his name. Hips buck against his as her back arches and she stares wildly around the room, delirious with pleasure as his free hand descends. 

A sexpot moan that veers on the precipice of turning into a scream escapes her lips but he's silenced her quickly, his mouth working hungrily against hers. Talented fingers work at the bud nestled between her legs and she's shaking, near crying as he pushes her forward, literally and figuratively. Heat sears her nerves, leaves her breathless as he continues his welcomed assault upon her body. The feeling of her is unbearable, so deliciously slick and hot, and he's bearing down upon her. Palms smooth across her shaking stomach, over her hips as she whispers something unintelligible, her nails finding purchase across his broad shoulders. 

Then, with a broken cry, she's squeezing him, both from the inside and outside. She's a mess entirely, her hair tousled beyond recognition as bruises begin to bloom across her delicate wrists and shapely hips. Just the sight of her, of the feeling has him coming.

Muscles relax almost instantaneously, arms give out beneath him, and his head drops to rest beside hers. Mary Jane's gaze is hazy as she basks in the afterglow, her fingers tracing undecipherable shapes and patterns across his flushed skin.

"I love you."

They murmur the words in unison before their lips meet chastely and he slips himself from her. Arms loops easily about her petite waist and she's laying gentle kisses to his perspiring chest when she drifts into sleep.

When she awakes the next morning, Peter is nowhere to be found. 

Rather than rejoice at the night shared, she wants nothing more than to cry. The hitch in her throat has her curled up, a quiet sadness reflected in her soft, broken breaths.

As much as she loves him, she knows that this is how it will always be.

Her against New York. Love against duty. 

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(This means I'm accepting M!As or any other sort of anon. Or drabble requests or... or... things for plotting. I just need to get my muse going so I can reply to.. everyone I owe. Welp. HELP A GIRL OUT.)

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Tell me about yourself, Mr. Grayson!

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Nice to meet you, Mary Jane. I’m Dick Grayson.

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I desperately want to move to Italy or at the very least, go to that quaint little restaurant near the Bodega in Little Italy.