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[softlymay]

//Someone take May on a date pls and thank you

[softlymay]

༘⋆｡ let's  get  trope-y.

almost a sequel to this. for the cliches, the relationships you read about in romance novels & see on your tv screen.

friends  to  lovers.

be  honest,  have  you  ever  thought  about  us?

if  this  ruins  everything,  i'll  still  be  glad  i  said  it.

you're  the  safest  place  i've  ever  been.

i  don't  want  to  risk  our  friendship.

i'm  terrified  of  losing  you.

you've  slept  over  a  hundred  times  before...  but  this  feels  different.

i  see  how  you  look  at  me.

you  look  radiant  tonight.

i'm  sorry,  but  i'm  in  love  with  you.  and  i  think  you  love  me  too.

i  don't  know  why  but  i  hate  your  new  [ partner. ]

if  this  is  a  dream,  don't  wake  me  up.

you  always  know  exactly  what  to  say.

fake  dating.

hold  my  hand.  act  normal!

we  said  no  falling  for  each  other.

you're  scarily  good  at  pretending  to  like  me.

i  thought  the  plan  was  to  fake  a  relationship,  not  be  in  one!

you  kissed  me  like  it  actually  meant  something.

oh  thank  god,  they  bought  our  story.

quick!  kiss  me.

don't  look  at  me  like  you  actually  want  me.

i  wanna  see  how  far  we  can  take  this.

why  does  everyone  think  we're  perfect  together?  ...are  we?

this  was  supposed  to  be  simple!  then  i...

quick  reminder:  we're  just  pretending.

rivals to lovers.

god,  you're  insufferable!

you're  infuriating. and  yet...  i miss  you  when  you're  not  here.

you're  the  last  person  i  want  to  care  about.

i  think  you're  the  only  person  that  actually  understands  me.

i've  never  felt  like  i've  been  pushed  so  far  by  someone ��before.

i  want  to  win.  but  i  don't  want  to  lose  you.

you're  the  only  one  who  can  keep  up  with  me.

you  drive  me  crazy.  and  i  think  i'm  crazy  for  you.

i  think  you're  the  only  person  i  want  to  compete  with.

i'm  tired  of  pretending  like  i  don't  care  about  you.

if  you  win,  you  can  have  me  for  the  night.

mutual  pining.

why  did  you  say  friend  like  that  when  you  introduced  me?

do  you  ever  feel  like  you're  holding  onto  the  shadow  of  something?

don't  read  too  much  into  that.

i'm  not  staring  at  you!  i  was  just  looking  in  that  direction.

i  guess  i  just  know  too  much  about  you.

it's  nothing.  just  my  imagination  running  wild  again.

i'm  not  jealous  of  them!  you'd...  make  a  cute  couple.

i  wasn't  waiting  for  you,  i  just  happened  to  be  here.

it's  silly,  but  i  always  notice  when  you're  not  around.

you  don't  need  to  say  anything.  just  sit  with  me.

enemies  to  lovers.

you  make  my  blood  boil...  and  i  hate  that  i  like  it.

maybe  i'm  fighting  for  more  than  just  victory.

i  hate  you.  i'm  terrified  of  what  that  means.

i  loathe  everything  about  you.

i  will  destroy  everything  you  stand  for.  but  i  won't  hurt  you.

i'm  supposed  to  see  you  as  the  enemy!

i  can't  stop  thinking  about  you.  you're  in  my  blood.

you're  supposed  to  tear  me  down,  not  look  at  me  like  that.

i  want  to  crash  into  you.  i  don't  care  what  that  means.

we're  from  opposite  worlds!  this  could  never  work!

i  don't  care.  i  want  to  keep  you  safe.

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~ @trustrage || [ ZOMBIE ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  in  a  zombie  attack  together  //we're resident evil-ing up in this joint ~

"Shit, shit, shit -" May practically trips over the threshold, slamming the door behind her. Her breathing is laboured, not helped by the pain from her sprained ankle. Eyes look to Loki as the sound of dragging feet gets louder. The gentle gurgling moans start to invade the empty cottage, seemingly surrounding them on all sides. May slides to the ground, her back against the door. "Got any ideas to get us out of this one?"

[softlymay]

~ @trustrage || “I know you do not have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.” ~

May's wary, fingers curling around the cup in her hand. She ordinarily tries not to judge - But it's a little different when it comes to someone like Loki. She's never come face to face with him before, but she's heard enough to make her edgy. "Is it about Peter? Is he okay?"

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Thankfully, he doesn't jolt up. Although she can hear the panic in his voice, and immediately attempts to soothe. Her hand rests on his shoulder. "I have your mask here. I just needed to take it off to check your head injury. You're in my apartment. I operate a clinic from my spare bedroom for anyone who needs the help and can't go to a regular hospital." She's rambling a little, trying to get as much information out as quickly as she can in order not to spook him.

"This is a safe space, extremely confidential - I won't tell anyone anything." Her hand drops down to gently squeeze his forearm. "I'm close to Spider-Man, so I know the importance of anonymity." And then. "How are you feeling?"

ㅤIt wouldn't have been the first time someone pulled his mask away from his face to check for head injuries and found that he wasn't what they'd expected, which was probably a problem in itself. The head injuries really had to stop already.

ㅤHe felt the way the fabric stuck to his skin with the blood as it was pulled away and the brush of her gloved fingers as she got to work at the cut, bringing on more of a sting of pain that helped to rouse him, just a little. Her voice helped drag him closer to the surface, one that he didn't recognize bringing on alarm even if she had a good voice, soft and comforting. Safe. May. Spider-man. Well, she'd answered all of his questions before he could ask them, so he took the extra few seconds to try to get his bearings. His eyes opened and there was no brush of his eyelashes against cloth, no twist of fabric as he turned his head where it rested...wherever he'd been left.

ㅤ"My mask...it's gone," he gasped out, which might have seemed painfully obvious, but he was still messed up and at least he hadn't jolted up to try to leave...yet. He could still opt for that, but he might have learned his lesson one of the last times this had happened. "Where am I?"

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"Yeah, come on now - Think about the negative PR if they see Captain America spinning into a billboard. I can see the headlines already - 'Don't drink and Fly, kids'" May grins at Sam, watching as he takes the medication before turning to begin tidying up her workspace. A shoulder lifts into a half shrug. "Definitely not the easiest, but I wouldn't change a thing. I'm just happy to be able to help. It keeps me busy." Helps fill the silence and does something to the loneliness in her heart to know that she's been able to do her part. "So, what happened?" She gestures to the freshly bandaged cut on his head. "Or is that classified information?"

The familiarity of the situation was one that hadn't escaped Sam's watchful eye, May reminded him of his sister, always telling him to slow down after he'd taken a nasty fall off the monkey bars or to force him to sit down after he'd sprained his ankle playing tag. "You're right, sorry. I'm too quick to get up and go for my own good sometimes, I should probably wait for the room to stop spinning before I get the wings back on and fly off into a billboard." A light hearted chuckle can be heard as the Avenger graciously accepts the glass and medication offered to him, giving a nod in thanks. "Thanks, I'm sure us heroes ain't the easiest bunch to deal with, can't be an easy job doing this."

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May shakes his hand, taking a moment to survey him. Such tetchy energy. It causes her lips to quirk upwards. "Mhm, May." She turns away from him to begin tidying away, waving her hand. "No, no - Stay as long as you'd like. Besides, I'm sorta enjoying the gently hostile energy that you're giving off." Her grin widens.

"Want some food? I was gonna leave lunch for Peter and always make too much anyway. You've got a choice of tacos or pulled pork sliders."

He looks at the hand for a moment, eyeing her with a certain disdain for barging in. That had to be Parker's aunt - that peppiness in her has translated well into the other photographer. Still, irked as he is, he won't leave her hanging, hand eventually sent to shake hers.

"Yeah." Though why she knows that is a problem in and of itself. What has Peter been saying about him? "And y're the aunt, yeah? Named after some month or the other." He says, no attempt to even feign respect. If anything, the fact she's someone's guardian settles him a bit stiffer with caution evoked by past experience. "... He's not here, yeah. Want me ta fuck off?"

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"Mhm - A playboy who seems very interested in showing up whenever you're around." May prods his shoulder, giving a suggestive wriggle of her eyebrows. "So, come on - What's going on there? Give me something. I need to live vicariously through you."

"Ah. So that's why." He immediately fathoms his friend out, face marked with some realization. "Yes, well. Of course. No cause to deny that. He doesn't get called a 'playboy' for nothing, I imagine." An honest opinion which might have shown in his eyes, no doubt.

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May's gentle with her movements, not wanting to cause any additional stress. Especially when Mary Jane seems nervous. "I'm going to numb it so you shouldn't feel anything. And I'll give you plenty of medicine to take away with you afterwards. It'll hurt a little, but not half as much as if you leave it." She murmurs. A moment later she numbs the area with anaesthetic, pulling her tray closer and getting ready to stitch the wound. "Want me to tell you about the first time Peter talked to me about you? I remember it so clearly - He was trying to be nonchalant, you know the way he's not subtle in the slightest? He said 'Think I'm going to go get coffee with MJ tomorrow, so I won't be around to help with the cleaning' -" Her eyes flick to Mary Jane, checking she's okay before starting to suture. "It was so breezy, but I just knew he wanted me to ask about you, so I did. An hour later, he was still talking about you."

+ Mary Jane had managed to AVOID going to a hospital for the wound, but clearly, that MIGHT have been a MISTAKE all along . Especially as she heard that it was STILL in the process of bleeding . Sucking in a low breath, she NODDED towards May , knowing there was no chance of AVOIDING dealing with it now . Not if the alternative was letting it BLEED OUT . " Is it gonna hurt ? " she asked softly, not wanting to LOOK at the wound itself as she spoke .

[softlymay]

There's something a little comforting about Bucky. She doubts he even realises it. His quiet demeanour allows her to process what she's feeling without having to listen to awkward platitudes given by people who don't know how to handle grief. May's always been a talker. She likes to work through her emotions by talking about them - But it doesn't necessarily mean that she's looking for sympathy or for anyone to solve a problem. Which is why she enjoys speaking to Bucky. It never feels awkward. "Yeah. Some days it still feels like just a bad dream. I miss the stupid little things - Like having someone to do grocery shopping with. Or sit and eat dinner in front of the tv with. I miss having someone to dress up for." Her smile is gently apologetic. "Sorry for being depressing. Bet you're wishing Peter had asked someone else to hang out with me now."

ㅤIf Peter had a single clue about the guy being trusted with his aunt's well-being, he might have reconsidered a lot of things, including her having someone else to talk to. Bucky was not good at talking about shit, never had been and certainly wasn't after the therapist that was more concerned with clearing him for potential service than the actual healing process, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. It was easier to listen than to do the talking, he'd found, so he could do that much for her. He sure as hell hadn't expected that answer, or he would have asked a little more tactfully, though. "That sounds more like something than nothing. Losing someone you love is never easy, doesn't matter how long it's been."

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"I'd apologise for him but you know him better than me at this stage -" Something which May is very glad about. It's nice to see Peter wrapped up in someone. And a lawyer at that. She has a lot she wants to ask but she's doing her best to behave herself. "Sure -" A glass of water is placed on the table a moment later, May pulling out the seat for him. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

"I do - I actually used to be a paramedic and I'd been looking to get back into something when this job came up. It's a great organisation, they do such good work." May leans against her hand. "Don't get me wrong, it can be difficult, but rewarding when you see how much it helps people." Eyes study Matt. "Nothing like your work though - Peter tells me you're a lawyer? That's really interesting."

It hadn't been a surprise when Peter had asked him to meet his Aunt May. Matt was quietly thrilled the other had such confidence in their relationship that he wanted to introduce him to his family. It was something he wished he could reciprocate but the closest thing he had to family was Foggy. Though the last thing Matt had expected was for Peter to show up late to the meeting.

"It's alright. Like you said, it's per his norm." In truth, it was normal for the both of them. Meeting his Aunt May had been so important to Peter that Matt had done everything he could to ensure he wouldn't be a minute late. Still standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he folded his hands over the top of the handle of his cane. "Water if you wouldn't mind. Peter said you work at FEAST in Queens? I haven't heard of them before."

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May doesn't even really know what to say, overwhelmed by the shock. Sure, she'd always known something like this would be a possibility - But to be faced with the reality of it? She can't process the feelings. Her home. Her sacred space - It won't ever feel the same again.

She leans against Gabriel, searching for comfort, head resting against his shoulder. "I'm sorry to drag you into all of this. I could stay in a hotel but I don't like the idea of being alone right now - Peter's gone to try and find who did it. He's so angry." That part worries her the most. She's afraid he'll do something stupid.

"Oh, May." Sympathetic enunciation of her name, form brought close to her so a comforting hand can be placed on her back, tugging her to him. "You can stay however long you need, dear, please." He tells her, earnest in the offer with emphasis on keeping it indefinite.

"And I'm going to help you and your boy find a more discreet place to stay." A light press on her, silent offering of a hug if she needs one.

[softlymay]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[softlymay]

Maybelle Parker, the woman you are 🥹

[softlymay]

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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"Oh please - It's never 'nothing'." May mutters, leaning in so that she can get a proper look at the bruising. Her annoyance, however, is assuaged when she hears the gentle crack in his voice. "Well, she sounds like a very wise woman."

May directs Peter to sit, reaching for her first aid kit so that she can get cream for his face. "You don't have to thank me. I'd like to hope your Aunt May would do the same for mine if he stumbled into her universe. We're family - In this strange inter-dimensional, weird multiverse way." Her expression softens. "You really miss her, don't you?"

~ @alwaysxinxtrouble || liked for a starter || For Peter ~

"What is -" May reaches out to grasp at Peter's chin, drawing him in closer so that she can inspect the bruising to his temple. "When did that happen? And why didn't you tell me? I swear -" She lifts her finger, holding it in front of his face. "Follow my finger, I want to make sure you're not concussed before I lecture you."

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"Don't freak -" May can barely finish the sentence, her tone mixing somewhere between concern and frustration. "Peter -" Eventually falls from his lips, exasperated. Hands reach out to grab him, wrapping around him and supporting him to the bed. "Sit."

She turns, pulling over the first aid trolley. "Where hurts the most? And don't you dare lie to me, Peter Parker - You look like you're about to pass out."

“Don’t freak out!” Peter lifted his hands up and winced when he felt a familiar stab of pain in his side. His suit was doing a pretty good job of hiding his injury, but that didn’t stop it from being there. He shifted again and - yeah, something’s definitely broken.

If only he had listened to Strange and minded his own business.

“There was a fight-” on top of a building “-and I tried to help, but I fell-” off said building “and kind of hit my side, but it’s okay! It’s just a bruise. It’ll heal sooo fast.” Peter tried to lean against the door-frame, realizing his mistake as he doubled over in pain.

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