╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

She really did. One thing she grew to dislike was the fact. Poppy was in a literal sense the perfect Spider-Man variant. That's not what she hated.

She hated how Poppy was more in touch with the world around her and her senses than others.

And with that came being overly observant. She hated that.

She could practically feel Poppy staring daggers into her as Isla wobbled into her office, her hands skillfully pinning Love's hair up into space buns.

"Why are you limping?" Poppy asked taking another bobby pin out of her hair and pinning it into one of the buns. "Good morning to you too." Isla muttered rolling her eyes.

Love beamed at the older woman from across the room. "Hi Isla!" Isla shot the girl a small smile, leaning against her desk to keep her legs from giving out. "Hola mami, what are you two doing here? I didn't call you in."

Love shrugged, "Miguel's having a meeting, said we had to be there." Isla quirked an eyebrow, "I wasn't informed of any meeting, Poppy why wasn't I informed of a meeting?" "I'll ask the questions here."

Poppy untied the silk pink ribbon from her own bun, wrapping it around one of Love's tying it into a bow. "Why are you limping?" "I'm not limping." Isla lied sitting down in the desk.

"You're an awful liar Ramirez, just like the man who gave you those hickeys." Shocked, Isla's hand shot up to cover her neck." "Relax, you covered them up well enough that you can't actually see them. I just wanted to see how you would react." Poppy grinned sinisterly. Isla huffed, "Don't you have something better to do?"

"Better than spending time with Love? No." "I meant better than bothering me." "The answers still no."

Isla ignored the girl, opening up her digital system, scrolling mindlessly through her files. A comfortable silence coated her room.

"So you finally fucked him?" Isla slammed her hands on her desk, "Poppy there's children present. Love's a minor."

"By all means keep going," Love mumbled, not even bothering to look at the two instead peeling the chipped red polish off her fingernails.

"Please don't tell me you did it on the counter? Isla, I eat there!" "Poppy, move back home." Isla mocked in a half assed French accent. There was no use denying it, they wouldn't believe her anyways.

"Nah, you'd miss me." She smirked.

"Well at least you both got it out of your system, the tension was suffocating everyone." "It was not."

"It was." Hobie strolled into her office, "Could barely breath when i was 'n the same room as the two of you."

Hobie stood next to Poppy, pulling a pink ribbon out of his pocket and handing it to her. He threw Isla a small plastic baggie containing a puff pastry. He beamed at her, ignoring her confused expression. "Made it myself." She pocketed the pastry suspiciously, turning the conversation back to the previous topic.

"You are all dramatic, and you're nosy. Pick a struggle you can't be aggravating and intrusive."

"Y'a just mad cuz you know s'true." Hobie shrugged, watching as Poppy tied the pink ribbon into Love's second bun. He pulled heart shaped hairpin out of his pocket, bending down. "Why are we bothering me?" "Yea why are you bothering her?"

Hobie placed the bin in the side of Love's slicked back hair. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out another, getting ready to do the same to the other side. "What sparked this conversation topic? I though hearing his name made you want to vomit."

Poppy smiled, "She can hardly walk and she's wearing a long sleeve top and jeans." Isla shrugged, "It's autumn." "It's 27°C." Poppy quirked her eyebrow.

Hobie whistled, "He gave it to y'a good then?" "THERE IS A CHILD PRESENT."

"Don't stop on my account." Love muttered under her breath, admiring her hair in Poppy's compact mirror.  "Let me eat her. Two birds one stone, she shuts up, I get to finally eat her." Isla shook her head.

"Let's stop talking about me." "Please let's, I don't want to think about Miguel's dick." Poppy grimaced shaking her head. "10 inches?" Hobie shot Isla a look.

"I'm not answering that." "Has to be by the way yer walking."

"Oh my god stop." Poppy began to look nauseous. "Change the subject. I'm sorry for even bringing it up."

"Yea, let's change the subject to Love and Gwendy."

Now she was paying attention. "What about me and Gwen?" She asked scratching her neck. "Don't even play dumb she looks at you like you put the stars in the sky." Poppy rolled her eyes.

"And what's that got to do with me?" "Friends don't look at each other the way you too do."

Love awkwardly played with her fingers, "She doesn't like me guys, she likes Miles." "Did she tell you that?" "Well no but."

"But nothing." Hobie interjected, "Gwen lives with me so I can tell you first hand that you both got something more than friendship going on."

"Just ask her out." "I don't like girls guys." Love snapped, "I don't like girls."

Hobie and Poppy shot each other a look, "At least I think I don't." She mumbled.

Hobie shrugged, "Maybe you don't like her, but she definitely likes you." His pink painted finger came down on her nose, booping it lightly.

"I mean who could resist this face." Poppy teased, pinching the smaller girls face in between her fingers, shaking it gently.

Suddenly, their watched began to buzz. "Meeting time." Love groaned.

The three of them walked out of the office, Isla stood from her desk, trailing behind. Poppy slipped her hand into Hobie's, she whipped her head around, pointing her a cloth covered finger at the older woman.

"This conversation isn't over."

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

because Poppy failed to return to Isla's apartment that night.

That was fine, she was expecting a guest anyways. She flipped through the pages of her book, sipping on the cup of peppermint tea she had paired with Hobie's puff pastry. The small white china plate where it had previously sat was cleaned immediately.

She had to admit, Hobie was an excellent baker. Though I suppose when the person who are seeing is one, you learn a few things.

A sharp knock was heard on her door, it was honestly embarrassing how quickly she dropped her book, hopping off the couch to go answer it.

Opening it, she craned her neck up smirking. "We need to talk." Miguel crossed his arms standing in front of her.

"That's what you said last time." She teased walking into her apartment. Miguel sighed, staring straight ahead to avoid watching the way her hips swayed as she watched.

She was doing it on purpose.

Fucking minx.

"That was a one time thing, I'm here to confirm that we are both mature adults who can move past this." Isla reached into her pantry pulling out a bag of almonds.

"We can." She opened the bag, placing an almond gently on her tongue. She chewed slowly, refusing to break eye contact. "Since you believe it was a mistake."

Miguel nodded, staring at her intently. "It was." "A mistake you enjoyed every second of." She smirked, pushing a curl behind her ear.

"What are you a succubus?" Venom chimed in, "I thought we hated him, why are you trying to seduce him."

Isla ignored her, "What's your game here Ramirez?" Miguel watched her place another almond in her mouth. She shook her head, staring up at him through hooded eyes, "I have no motive, but notice how we didn't almost rip each others head off during the meeting."

That was true. It had shocked everyone when the two were able to exchange words without the usual hostility accompanying them.

"Your point?" Isla held up a finger as if to shush him, chewing her almond. She swallowed, "Why do you think that is?"

Miguel placed his hands on his hips, looking her up and down. "Because as mature adults we realized that the fate of the multiverse is more important than some silly feud."

Isla hummed softly in agreement, "Or," she shrugged her shoulder, "And this is just a thought." She tilted her head to the side menacingly, "It's because I let you bend me over the kitchen counter. Let you get all your frustrations out. Lord knows you have too many."

Miguel glared at her watching her shove a handful of almonds into her mouth. "I doubt that has anything to do with it. More of us coming to our senses." He waited for her to finish chewing. She nodded.

"Alright let's test your theory Miguel, do we have another meeting tomorrow." She opened her pantry door, placing the half eaten bag of nuts back inside.

Miguel nodded slowly, "Just all the higher ups." She slowly approached him, "So how about, this upcoming meeting, we see how it goes, without the interference of fucking each other." She pressed her chest against his, staring up at him through her eyelashes.

"And if it doesn't go well, you can bend me over the dining table next. Deal?"

Honestly she didn't know what came over, maybe it was something she put in the coffee but she was extra giggly and slightly out of it.

Miguel noticed this, staring down at the curly haired woman. "You alright Isla?" "Peachy, do we have a deal?" She asked once again.

Miguel nodded slowly, "Fine, let's try out your theory."

LOVE SPEAKS!

I accidentally set up most of my books where the couples get together too fast and because I don't like adding a conflict that randomly breaks them up it makes my books get real boring real fast. As well as making them shorter. I want part one of this book to be 20 chapters long and part 2 to be 10 but the way this is going I don't think it will. It's mostly because Beyond the spider verse comes out in 2026 so I can almost promise you it won't get a part 3. I'm going to get better at updating though, I feel bad about how bad my schedule is, I should be on chapter 15 by now.  

This chapter also wasn't my best, it's kinda all over the place I don't really know where I'm going with this book.

@/youareabirden-art Tumblr made fan art of Poppy and Hobie, I love it so much you should all go check it out.

I said this on my other book but you can ask any question you want here and I'll answer them, it can be about anything.

Thank you SO MUCH for 100K thats absolutely mad. I appreciate all the support than you so much. But please remember I don't write smut so stop asking. Not proofread.