╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝘴𝘰𝘫𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

And chances were they never would be. Not because they didn't like each other but because Hobie didn't like labels.

They weren't girlfriend and boyfriend they were just Poppy and Hobie. And though it bothered her at first, over time it became something she grew to love.

People often asked her if their relationship was open one, based on Hobie's beliefs they just couldn't see how he could consistently love one person.

People don't give him enough credit. He's 19, he's a teenage boy, an attractive teenage boy, an attractive teenage boy that doesn't believe in consistency. That's all the leverage he needs to see other people.

But he was mature enough to realize, he didn't have to like multiple people in order to not conform to consistency.

He tried that already.

Sure he didn't like consistency, but every once in a while he would just switch it up rather than get rid of the idea entirely.

He was in a band but sometimes he would change the lyrics to the songs.

And yea he was dating Poppy but she doubled as his best friend. Not just his lover.

Of course, he let Love paint his nails but the color had to switch every time.

"Okay Bee." Love sat criss-cross on her plush white comforter, Hobie's large rough hands a stark contrast cradled in her smaller ones. She lightly shook her cuticle oil pen, applying the honey scented ointment to his nail beds. "What design are we thinking today?"

Hobie tapped his chin in fake consideration. "How about... you surprise me darling?" Love frowned.

"You say that every time." "And every time you do amazing, get on with it yeah?"

Poppy walked into her room, two glasses of soju and a cup of iced tea in hand.

"I've got two glasses of peach soju for those who can legally drink, and an iced tea for the minor." She placed the glasses on Love's coffee table.

Love rolled her eyes, shaking a bottle of neon orange nail polish. "You realize we're in New York right now? Drinking age in the US is 21." Poppy shrugged.

"Won't be the first time I've drank 'underage'." "True that." Love shot them an unimpressed look. "Whatever, just put the blue straw in mine."

Poppy sat on the small black sofa in Love's room, her feet sinking into the fluffy heart shaped rug. "So I've been thinking-" "You don't do much of that." Poppy flipped her lover off, taking a sip out of her drink.

"I don't want to be Spider-Girl anymore."

A thick blanket of silence coated the room, so quiet you could hear the soft meows of Rosemary from rooms away.

Love and Hobie gave her a blank stare. The three sat there, remaining in the uncomfortable silence. "So just like, fuck the French right?" Love spoke up.

Poppy shook her head, pursing her lips. "Not what I meant. I'll still be Spider-Girl I just don't want to be Spider-Girl, you get?"

"No." "Yes." The two responded in unison. "You still want to help Paris but you don't want to be Spider-Girl, ties you too much to the past you." Hobie stated. Poppy nodded.

"So you need a new suit, a new name even." "Ladybug."

The couple stared at the younger girl in confusion, she looked up from the task at hand staring at the duo blankly.

"You don't have Miraculous Ladybug in your dimension?" "That sounds absolutely ridiculous."

Love began to mutter under her breath, continuing her slow strokes. "Fuck you mean 'that sounds absolutely wiggly waggly innit? God save the queen, what is a miraculous bloody ladybug'." "You're not funny, knock it."

"Ok let's turn this conversation back to me please." Poppy tapped her pointy pink nail against her glass to gather their attention. "What do you guys think?"

"I think-" "No one cares what you think Hobart." Love cut him off twisting the lid back onto the bottle, rummaging through her kit for another.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, part of healing is moving forward. That includes cutting ties with things that have dragged down in the past. I know someone who can get you a new suit."

"And I've already thought of a name." Hobie watched intently as Love pulled out a bottle of black nail polish. Poppy nodded impressed taking a sip of her drink.

"Let's here it." "Spider-woman." "You're not a serious person." Hobie chuckled using her free hand to grab his glass. "Smudge that nail polish and I'll bomb your flat." Love muttered, dipping the brush back into the bottle.

"What was that?" "How about Arachnid?" Love beamed, ignoring the Brit." Poppy nodded, "I quite like that actually." Hobie placed his drink down.

"Or Scarlett Webb." "That just sounds like Charlotte's Webb." "Love, I adore you, but shut up yeah?" "I actually quite like both."

"But you like mine more." "No she likes mine more." "Hobie, why are you arguing with a fifteen year?" "Poppy, why are you saying 'fifteen year old' as if you're not like three years older than her?" "Hobie. Let me have my moment."

Love blew a soft puff of air from her mouth onto the older man's nails. "Voila!" She smiled. Hobie beamed down at her, admiring her work. She had painted his nails a light neon orange, with black star decals.

"You always do it so well doll." He teased, "How much I owe you?" Love rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly, a small smile painting her face.

"It's okay, it's on the house." The Brit smirked ruffling her raven black hair.

"You treat me so well darling."

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙎!

If you can't tell this is just a filler because im in a bit of a dry spell. Also, the second I learn how to draw I'll draw Poppy and Love so you can get a better visual. I considered paying someone but I haven't been able to find anyone that was offering since I didn't want to ask. If you know someone who draws Spider-Sonas as a commission please tell me.

Some of you took Poppy calling Miguel "pretty boy" as a joke in the wrong way and I had to delete those comments. Please note Love and Hobie's relationship is familial not romantic. He's 19 she's 15. He calls her darling in an "older brother /uncle figure" type of way. He's done it in past chapters and no one's said anything so I doubt there will be any strange comments.

Lazy chapter I wrote it in an hour, little to no effort was put into this which is why it's not long. Not proofread