”Oh I have been doing
grand. As grand as I can. How has my amazing cousin been doing?”
"Just fine myself, thank you kind sir." She gave a small bow and a chuckle. Saying that she missed him would've been an understatement.

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”Oh I have been doing
grand. As grand as I can. How has my amazing cousin been doing?”
"Just fine myself, thank you kind sir." She gave a small bow and a chuckle. Saying that she missed him would've been an understatement.
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+5;;
“… What is going on in that girl’s head?” Why would anyone choose the bad boy over the nice guy? Which idiot would do that? Frowning, he furrowed his brows. “I can see how. Is it a trend or something?”
"Seems like it. But it's becoming prominent in every television series, book, and movie that's been released lately."
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13} my muse and your muse switch bodies! twist is, they now access each other’s memories.
Osteosarcoma.
Peter had never heard of that word before in his entire life, but this teen wasn’t himself as of right now. He didn’t know what or who or why this was happening, but he seemed to be trapped in his friend, Cassie’s, body. Her boobs were pretty great. She didn’t seem to think so.
Osteosarcoma. - Bone cancer.
Memories began to flood the boy’s(girl’s?) senses. Alone, she was alone. No brothers, no sisters. No one. No one but books all around her, scattered in piles and piles. She played in between them like they were castles or portals into other worlds. Edgar Alan Poe became a favorite at a young age. She was fascinated with his words, how they can be so dark, yet so beautiful.
Osteosarcoma - Someone has bone cancer.
There was this boy. Rather good looking, a little cocky in Peter’s opinion. An overwhelming sense of pride and love swelled up inside her little body every time she saw him. Augustus. Augustus Walters. They were practically inseparable, since she had no one else to play with and he fascinated her so much. She soon had someone to share her love of reading with, her love of life, her love of beauty. The way they…they articulated their words was something else entirely. It was poetic but so them. It didn’t seem to make any sense, but you’d have to be in her being in order to understand.
Osteosarcoma - Her cousin has bone cancer.
She got the call when she was a teen. They hadn’t talked in months, years even. They were living separate lives, they were on separate paths. She had her books and he had his words and that was it. When Cassie went to the hospital with her parents that day, to see him, she was in shock. The person she had come to look up to was still the same, although there was something drastic that was missing. His leg.
Osteosarcoma - Augustus Walters has bone cancer.
She cried for hours that day. Hours upon hours. Never in front of him though, she couldn’t show him that she was scared, not now. She had to be there for him. From that moment on, she didn’t leave his bedside. Every chemo treatment, every doctor’s appointment, every night in the hospital she was with him. She didn’t want him to be alone through this. They weren’t inseparable like they were at a younger age- they were older now, different. She called him every night, but spiritually, she was there. She held his hand while he fought for his life, quite literally. She was there when he was learning how to walk again. She read him books when he was too tired to open his eyes to read. She loved him with every sense of the word. They were family, and there was nothing else that she could do right now but love him.
Osteosarcoma - Bone cancer, not a curse.
He fought long, he fought hard, he fought dirty. He got his wish - a remission. The battle wasn’t over yet. Round one was just finishing and round two would sucker him out cold. She began to travel to tell Augustus all about life and how wonderful it would be with him in it when he was better.
That all changed when he met Hazel Grace.
And life took a tole for the worse when he lit up like a christmas tree.
Peter couldn’t bring himself to access any more memories. Cassie’s life was a harsh one, and her bright attitude was something to look up to. How she did it, he had no idea. He had found himself a new apprication for his friend, and hoped that his mind wouldn’t scare her too-too much.
Oscorp.
Not a word she’d consider herself familiar with, really. It belonged to a corporation, one that stood tall in the center of a bustling city. One filled with only the smartest of the smart. It was an intriguing and asthetically pleasing building, on both the inside and the out. But it seemed like Peter didn’t pay too much attention to the interior design whilst inside, no. His attention seemed mostly focused on a particular girl, blonde, beautiful, and draped in a lab coat.
Gwen Stacy.
That was her name. Something about her made Peter’s heart skip two beats at a time, and he’d be the one to tell you that she looked much more ravishing in person than through a camera lens, which is where he saw her more often than not. He liked Gwen Stacy. She also just so happened to be an intern at this particular corporation. Which Peter took upon himself to explore so diligently due to a stack of papers he’d discovered whilst rummaging through his dads—dead dads—old briefcase.
Spiders.
Radioactive ones to be more precise. She wasn’t entirely sure where spiders with radioactive flare came into play, but she wasn’t complaining. This was the most interesting thing to happen in quite some time.
Bitten.
Sure enough, the tiny poisoned menace sunk it’s arachnid fangs into Peter’s skin, injecting him with something unknown to this world, and changing his genetics forever.
Bullies.
Peter was sick of them. And it seemed, that with his newly discovered arachnid like abilities, he was able to change things. This was different from when he’d speak out against jerks at school, this was heroic. And he liked feeling this way.
Spider…man?
Peter had thought the suit was a bit much, but it wasn’t like he could go around flaunting his abilities in plain sight. No, he needed an alias. Something people would remember, something that people would shout in times of need. The more time passed, the more he began to control his abilities. He’d even created himself a set of web shooters. Cassie swore the kid was a freakin’ genius.
Spiderman.
That was the name that had stuck, and now, facing the biggest threat he’d ever had to face in his life, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was ready, or just plain stupid.
And that was where it ended. The memories came to halt and she’d exceeded her memory access limit, apparently. Still, Cassie was happy with the information she’d gathered. Now, she could confront him about it. She knew there was more to Peter Parker than he’d let on, and she knew his story didn’t end there. Oh no, in fact, she believed it was only the beginning, and she wasn’t about to leave in the middle of the movie.
+5;;
”They neglect to teach you the more interesting things in public school. ——— guessing you read a lot?”
"Oh, yes. Mostly poetry, though."
"Me? No." He gave a quick smile, trying to sway the other. "I take pictures for a newspaper joint around here and he’s one of the main focuses I have right now. Kind of like my muse." The first part was true at least.
"Muse, huh? Well, I've gotta hand it to him, he's got a nice ass for a spider boy." She grinned devilishly, not even the least bit sorry for her comment.
+ O N E;
“Hello, Miss Waters." Gus teased, waving his hands at his cousin. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”
"Likewise, Mister Waters. And how has my fine cousin been doing whilst I was away." She grinned in return.
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Send a ⍒ and my muse will cry in front of yours.
”Gus— I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about this when you found out I just—” She shook her head, feeling tears slowly begin to form as she shook her head. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
”Oh Augustus—” She sobbed, placing the top of her head on his chest as her body shook. And so, the story of his cancer ridden body came into play, and she would never be able to forget it.
H a z e l G r a c e.
He was absolutely horrified. He was supposed to be strong, and undeniably healthy. His limp had only gotten worse with the pain resonating in his hip and pelvis. But he was perpetually worried about her, and that masked each and every symptom. There was no way she could have known; he’d done well at hiding it.
But he couldn’t hide it forever.
Especially since the cancer wasn’t responding to chemotherapy. But that secret was best kept unsaid.
So he simply shook his head, tears welling in his own eyes. Blinking them away quickly, clearing his throat quietly, and finding his voice within the recesses of emotion. He hadn’t felt like this in years. And yet, here he was. Back at the start.
With one leg gone, there was still so much left to take. His breath was at risk.
❝ I can’t. I just I can’t tell her. Not yet, anyway. With Amsterdam and the chemo… I can’t ruin this for her.❞
And while the treatments were familiar and utterly terrible, they didn’t scare him. Leaving her behind when he’d just begun to love her? That was possibly the worst thing he’d ever felt in his short and unforgiving life.
This was his ten.
❝ She’s e v e r y t h i n g to me.❞
In the midst of muffled sobs a few words were able to be breathed--
"This can't be real."
They were the words of utter pain & loss, and he wasn't even g o n e yet. her mind refused to entertain or even fathom the idea that she could loose him, Augustus Waters Her best friend, her cousin, her partner in crime, and her rock through thick and thin.
"Tell me--"
She choked
"Tell me it's all just a m e t a p h o r, Gus--"
"Tell me this isn't the reality I'm living in."
"Tell me something to make me stop hurting."
She was lost in every sense of the word her own mind would not be put to rest until it was over. But the problem was, she didn't want it to e n d. Because if it ended, then he ended. And that was just something she could not allow.
"Tell me you're lying."
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EXCUSE MY UNANOUNCED HIATUS BUT I HAVE RETURNED
Drafts to be completed tonight;
1 for perfidyremedy
2 for parkers--spiderwebs
1 for virtusaranea
1 for litupgus {it's a starter you tagged me in a while ago, hope you don't mind my replying so late!}
1 for remissivemetaphor
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we, of many far wiser than we.” — Edgar Allan Poe.
Replies and such will come tomorrow when I'm in a better mindset and not tired as fuck.
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
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Abusive RP starters:
"What have I told you about being in here!?"
"Don’t make me punish you…"
"Who will believe you?"
"If anyone asks, you fell down the stairs."
"Stay in this closet and be quiet!"
*SLAP!*
*PUNCH*
*KICK!*
"I will whip you until all of the blood pours from your back!"
"Shut up, you worthless _______!"
"I told you once. Don’t make me tell you again or else."
"You’ve been a bad boy/girl again, haven’t you?"
"Clean yourself up. You disgust me."
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