╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥

                                             𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

                                                            ❛ my heart is yours ❜

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄,

Hobie didn't doubt his feelings for her once. Not even for a second, and that's because he never doubted her feelings for him. Even if she wasn't aware of them.

There was a multitude of reasons but one of his favorites being physical touch.

Let him explain.

Poppy had many little habits that Hobie had picked up on. None that she was aware of.

When she got upset she puffed out her cheeks, giving her the appearance of a frustrated baby bunny.

She decorated her fingers with various shiny gold rings that she would often fiddle with when nervous, uncomfortable or distracted.

She often pursed her lips when confused making them look even more plump than they already were.

On multiple occasions when she's not fully paying attention she would subconsciously touch others. The funniest part is she wasn't even aware that she was doing it.

For Love she would play with her hair. For Isla she would briefly tap her arm.

But the reason Hobie knew that despite her best efforts Poppy had fallen for him was because on multiple occasions, multiple times throughout the time they had known each other, Poppy would unknowingly slip her hand into his.

Maybe she found comfort in him the way he found in her, maybe this was just another one of those unknowing touches that she did with almost everyone.

He didn't know. And frankly he didn't care.

He just wanted to hold her as close as possible for as long as he could.

And ever since she had confessed one week ago, her touches had evolved.

Poppy's school break was coming to an end, meaning she would have to return to school soon.

Meaning she would have to return home soon.

So whenever he could, Hobie would drop by Isla's apartment unannounced. Whether it was baking, watching Tv, or just laying there slowly tracing the outline of each others face, the two were always together.

This time they found history repeating itself once again, Poppy sitting in Hobie's lap, his head resting on her shoulder. The neck of his guitar rested delicately between her painted fingers.

"You 'member what I taught you?" He whispered in her ear, Poppy nodded slowly. " 'Right then, play 'Here Comes The Sun.'"

Poppy took a deep breath, her hands slowly moving to stroke the chords. Hobie shook his head. "Yer doing it wrong." His large hand covered hers, guiding it to the correct chords.

He hummed softly along, his breath fanning her neck. He knew what he was doing.

That bastard.

She had no intent on giving into his little game. So she ignored all his advances, strumming where his hands guided her. "Try it on your own lovey."

She nodded, slowly attempting to follow the pattern previously shown. "Just like that." Hobie muttered in her ear. She groaned softly, ignoring the soft kisses he placed down her neck.

"Don't stop, keep going just like that." He pressed a wet kiss to the side of her neck, sucking it slowly. Poppy rolled her eyes, "Keep it in your pants." "You don't want it there."

She frowned, shaking her head she continued, moving her hands along the frets. The soft melodic tone filled the apartment. "Mhmm, keep going." "HOBART!" His kisses became sloppy, trailing up and down her neck in a desperate attempt to garner her attention.

"Don't you want to do something else." He whispered in her arm, pulling her head back into his chest.

"Not really." "Well I do." Another kiss to her neck. "Fine." Poppy stood from his lap, shoving the guitar into his hands.

"Luv? Poppy I was just kidding." He called after her as she walked into her room. He stood to follow her but seconds letter she emerged from the bedroom door, a pink bag in hand.

"Lie down." She pointed to the couch, Hobie chucked, "Yes m'am."

As he did she got closer, straddling his lap, he whistled lowly, tongue running over his lip ring. "Knew you couldn't resist me dovey." Poppy rolled her eyes, unzipping the bag.

"I'm doing your lashes, not riding you." She murmured rummaging through her makeup bag. "Not yet you're not." He shot her a wink.

Poppy looked at him unimpressed. "Just stay still." She leaned over him, his large hands coming down to rest on her ass. "Okay, close your eyes, I'm gonna do eyeliner."

Hobie looked at her skeptically, as he obeyed. "You ever done eyeliner before?" "No." "You ever done lashes before?" "No." "Oh my days."

"You trust me?" "With my life." Poppy attempted to stop the smile that was slowly spreading across her face. "But don't go fucking me up now, yeah?" Poppy rolled her eyes, pursing her glossed lips.

"Let me concentrate, I'm getting in my zone." She took a deep breath, shaking the pen lightly. "You ready?" "Go on luv."

She slowly brushed the pen over his dark eyelids, "Damn it, smudged it a bit." She muttered, his eyes opened, lowly trained on hers.

"I'll just..." she trailed off licking her finger, "Wipe it a bit." His ringed hand reaches up holding her jaw, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

"You're distracting me Hobie." "Good." She smirked attempting to make the perfect wing once again. "This one's decent." Twisting the lid back onto the pen, she cradled his jaw, admiring her work. "Tres belle."

Hobie smiled as her painted nail brushed his lip. She gazed down at him, "I want a kiss." "Oh you giving orders now." He quirked his eyebrow. Poppy pouted, "Fine, let me get your las-"

He grabbed her jaw, pulling her towards him. Kissing her slowly, rubbing circles into her hips, Poppy smiled into the kiss. She tasted like oatmilk and blueberries, a taste Hobie could get used to. As the kiss grew deeper, it grew sweeter. None of the previous lust he had felt could be seen in the kiss.

They had fallen victim to the oldest chiche of all time. Two idiots in love.

Hobie squeezed her hips lightly, causing her to giggle. Her smile lighting up the room. He never knew love had a sound until he heard her laugh. He smiled in return, cupping her face in the palm of his larger hands.

She leaned into his touch, smiling. "I don't know how you love me. After all I've done, you don't find me insufferable instead you draw me in closer." She whispered, as if if she were to speak any louder the sound would cause her heart to break. "Why is that?"

"I love you because of who you are, even if you believe you are insufferable." He responded, thumbing wiping her smudged lip gloss off her cheek.

"And there is never a moment in which I do not adore you."

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒,

Poppy had learned new things about herself. One of them being she despised confrontation. She was already aware of her tendency to avoid her problems but she never took it as a confrontational issue.

"On the path to bettering yourself, you must face your fears." Love had told her, as her paint brush delicately kissed the canvas. "It'll heal your soul and your aura, it's been a really sickly grey lately."

Whatever that means.

So here she was, standing in front of her aunt, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"How've you been?" Poppy muttered, refusing to meet her eyes. "Where've you been?" Her aunt retorted, not looking up from her computer. "I believe I asked first."

Mai gazed up at the small girl, clad in a beaten up black band tee and baggy jeans, an outfit she never in her life thought Poppy would wear. She was nervously fiddling with the rings on her finger, refusing to look up.

"Paris has been in shambles." Mai commented, "Yea well whose fault is that?" Poppy muttered. Mai sighed.

"I may have overreacted." "Maybe." "Threatening to send you to a lab wasn't my best parenting move." "You don't have many of those-" "But you have to understand, I was scared."

Poppy looked up at the woman, her eyes sunken, skin dry and sickly. "I haven't been able to sleep properly Poppy, the clinic was blown up by Doc Ock three days ago, Paris was in shambles and as much as I regret saying this, Paris needs you." She stood from her desk approaching the girl, crossing her jaw titling it to face her.

"I need you. I need my Poppy Parker, my perfect little girl." Her thumb brushed her cheek as Poppy shook her head. "I'm not perfect Mai." "Of course you are sweetie." She cooed.

"I'm not. No one is. I don't have to be perfect, I just have to be me. And I'm Spider-Girl. I'm Poppy Parker. Not some perfect version of me everyone's created in their heads."

Mai nodded slowly, removing her hand from her face. "I never considered the pressure you may be feeling. I didn't meant to do that Poppy I'm so sorry. Let's forget all this okay. The mind can easily forget. I've forgotten already."

"But the heart has its own memory." Poppy whispered, "And I have forgotten nothing." Mai observed her as she ceased her rocking.

"Not the hatred in your eyes, not the disgust you felt, not the shame ,not the pain. I have forgotten nothing. So I can come home, I can be your Poppy again. But I will never forget." "Please Poppy, I said I was sorry. I haven't been the best parent but I'm trying."

"And I forgive you, Love says it's the only way to cleanse your soul as well as your conscience." Mai quirked an eyebrow, "Love?-" "But I will not forget."

A blanket of comfortable silence fell over the office room as Mai nodded slowly, crossing her arms. "I think I've lost who I am Mai." Poppy muttered. "I don't feel like Spider-Girl, I don't feel like Poppy Parker, I don't feel like me." Tears pricked her the corner of her eyes.

Mai grabbed the girl by her waist pulling her close to her chest. Her thumb brushed away the river of tears flowing down her cheeks. "Who am I anymore?"

"You haven't lost who you are Poppy, you're just different now. And that's okay." Mai titled her nieces jaw to face her. "Hey look at me, you have been through so much, and you are so strong. But you shouldn't have had to be. You should have been protected, I should have let you be a kid. You were trying to make yourself digestible, you were trying to make yourself easy to love." Her thumb brushed tears.

"And you shouldn't have had to. As long as I exist, you will always be loved."

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙎!

This is my attempt at adding cuter scenes as well as angst ignore the rushed writing I wrote this in like two hours. Just realized a lot of my chapters have the word love in it so I'll fix that soon. I have a confession to make, sometimes y'all say stupid shit or stuff I don't agree with or don't want on my book so I just delete your comment and you'll never know. Also I'm not a Julie fan and I've never listened to any of their songs. I think one of my main problems is I overdo it with like the quotes and attempting to make the dialogue poetic so I'll work on that too.

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