𝐨𝐨. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

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                                              ╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞: 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺

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                                              ╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞: 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺

                                              ╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞: 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐍,


No one to know when you're gone. Sure she had her tata and tonton, Mai and Benoit, but Tonton Benoit had passed away 4 years ago and Tata Mai was too busy working for OsCorp. If Poppy had parents, or even a present authority figure who didn't just throw money in the empty slot in her life, she would have been caught by now. In fact, Poppy had gone out of her way to make it extremely obvious that she was Spider-Girl. Mai never caught on.


So she threw herself into what she knew, dance. Ballet if you were being specific. Poppy's mother was a renowned ballerina before her passing so by default Poppy became a ballerina. It was her way to honor the mother she never had, a way to feel closer to her. She had been the top student at Moreau's Ballet Academy, the top academy in France. 13 years strong.


Even at school, Poppy was the top student. One thing Poppy's mother had blessed her with was a face gifted to her by Aphrodite herself. Poppy was stunning, Poppy was kind, Poppy was smart, Poppy was talented.


Poppy was perfect.



She wasn't. That much was obvious, not to the student body of Bordeaux International Academy of Paris, not to Tata Mai, not to her friends. Not to anyone but Isla. Isla Ramirez, (soon to be O'Hara if she was right about Miguel's feelings towards her.) One of the things she hated when she first joined Spider Society. How easy Isla could see through her. She saw through Poppy's soft big eyes, alluring accent and graceful demeanor. She saw her for what she was.


A child. A confused, overwhelmed, withdrawn child. And she was going to be treated with all the patience and love she never got to experience.



Spider Society was full of people who knew what she was feeling. Balancing being Spider-Man and being themselves was so hard. You would think having this mantle for 5 years, it would have gradually gotten easier. It didn't. Especially now in her last year of school, being Spider-Man didn't pay the bills and being a family lawyer took a lot more work, time and effort than she could give.


If she was being honest Poppy didn't have time to balance anything. Between being Poppy Parker and being Spider-Girl she was never really able to be Poppy Parker. She never had time to focus on her emotion and the confusing things she would feel. So when she first felt something for the sweet regular at the bakery she worked at. She ignored it. Spider-Girl didn't have time for that. When she began to grow attached to her history partner, Harry Osborn, an exchange student from Manhattan. She talked herself out of it.


When a certain brit had gotten recruited by Love Lee, she thought nothing of it. Sure he was attractive, but so was Love and she felt nothing "romantic" for her. And when Hobie began to flirt with her she could ignore it. Spider-Girl didn't have time to give into any shameless flirting from some punk bloke from East London.


But maybe Poppy did.










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LOVE SPEAKS!

I love them.I just don't know where I'm going with this.


Tata - slang for Aunt in French

Tonton - slang for uncle in French 

Benoit and Mai - Ben and May

Mai - May in French


*Benoit is not Ben in French I just wanted a name that was as close as possible

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