╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Was her attitude valid this time however? Many people would say yes. Isla wasn't one of them.

"Poppy you're being dramatic." Isla crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe as she watched Poppy pack her remaining clothes into her backpack. Poppy did not respond.

"It was an accident Poppy, you don't have to leave." "Isla," Poppy turned around, her ivory white backpack slung over her shoulder. "When I saw you guys fucking on the dining table. I was able to let it go. I mean it's your apartment, you can fuck where you want. I would be a hypocrite to get mad since I did it in your bathroom once-" "I'm sorry what-" "But then I sat on the couch, ready to tune in for my weekly episode of Miraculous Ladybug and what do I sit in."

Poppy crossed her arms, a frown painted her soft features, her large doe eyes gazing up at the older woman. "What do I sit in Isla?" "I don't know." "Oh I think you do. I sat in a wet spot. What was that wet spot Isla?"

Isla didn't respond, "I mean I have a home, all I'm doing is returning to it. I only lived here part time anyways." Poppy shrugged, walking past the older woman. "I'm gonna go raid your fridge."

Okay so Poppy had every right to leave. But was it so bad that Isla still wanted her to stay? Not that she was going to beg Poppy. She wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.

"On top of that you have children you reside here on occasions. What if one day Love or Margo come for a visit and Miguel's blowing you back out, bad choice by the way I mean Spider-Noir is right there, they'll be scarred for life." Poppy mumbled, rummaging through Isla's fridge, shoving various fruits and veggies I to her backpack.

"Well that would never happen because unlike you, Love and Margo knock." "You gave me a key so I can knock?" Poppy raised her eyebrow, shoving a bottle of liqueur into her bag. "That's .... fair I guess." Isla mumbled placing her hands on her hips.

"Alright I think that's all I want." Poppy mumbled scanning the fridge once again before slamming it shut.

"Alright Isla, it's been fun." Poppy began to swiftly push the buttons on her watch, a portal opening behind her. "See you next time yea?" And with that she was gone.

Maybe her affair, if that's what you want to call it, had affected those around her negatively. Whatever. It also had affected them positively.

For instance, Miguel was becoming more or a decent human being. Sure most would believe that shouldn't be an accomplishment, rather a standard. But it was Miguel and they would take what it gets.

So really, their whole arrangement was benefiting everyone (except Poppy.) Isla was a genius.

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒,

but she was sure something was wrong with Love. The girl in question has spent the last week with a frown permanently etched on her face, her shoulders slumped and arms crossed as she breezed through out everyday this week, hardly uttering a word.

"'M I the only one worried about Love?" Hobie commented leaning back in his chair as he stretched his long limbs, yawning as he spoke. Pavitr shook his head, "I too have noticed her weird behavior." "Okay and neither of you thought to ask her?" Poppy tilted her head.

"Why didn't you ask her?" "I wasn't even there!" "Excuses." Hobie shook his head playfully, smirking at the glare Poppy was shooting him.

"Well we can go ask her now." Pav reasoned trying to ease the tension. "Where is she?" He stood up, dusting the pants of his spider suit. When he looked up, Poppy and Hobie were blinking back at him. Expressions blank. "I thought you knew." Hobie frowned. "Maybe she's with Gwen?" Poppy suggested, her lover shook his head.

"Gwendy's on a mission with Jess." Poppy frowned at this. The three pondered in thought, their thoughts interrupted by a broadcast made my Lyla.

"Attention all Spider-people. A spiderperson has gone missing. I repeat, a spider person has gone missing. Fallen off the grid. Untracked and unheard from in the last 19 hours. If you see them please log it immediately."

"Keep a look out for Love Lee."

LOVE SPEAKS!

I'm back. Sorry for a short chapter, but I needed more plot in here and I wasn't sure how to do it. Another update soon. Half assed because I wrote it in thirty minutes. For those of you that remembered that neither Poppy or Hobie's universes have Miraculoys Ladybug, Isla's does. Not proofread