Broppy Oneshots 💕

Beautiful

|Poppy fails to realize her beauty- which is why God created Branch 😌✨|

Branch knocked on the door of Poppy's pod, waiting expectantly for her usual cheery answer. She knew his usual curt knock and always answered with an excited squeal and "Come Innnnnn," in a sing-song voice.

 But today that call didn't come.

Just a-- groan? Did she just groan about his arrival?!

 "Uhm, Poppy?" Branch said through the door. "It's me. I just came to pick you up for our date."

 Silence.

 "If you need me to come back later, I will," he offered. What was he saying? It was like nine at night, all he wanted to do was go to bed, despite how much he loves his dates with his girlfriend. He wasn't about to leave the date at the appointed time, stay awake, then come back. That was silly, and honestly, exhausting.

 "Branch..." The groan from that loved voice that he knew so well drifted from the inside. "Can we just-- do this another day?!"

Branch frowned. "What? Re-schedule? You have never done that ever." His eyebrows furrowed. His ear pressed against the door. "Honey, are you okay?!!"

 "Yeah, I...no?" Another groan of disgust, then a bang! as something inside fell to the floor. 

 Branch flinched.

 "Poppy?"

 More silence.

 "Poppy, can I come in?"

 A shriek of annoyance. "Fine!! Whatever, it's too late anyway! I don't care, I don't, I--"

Branch opened the door and entered right away. His eyes widened at the mess everywhere. Clothes were thrown in the floor, along with purses, combs and brushes.

Chairs and a table, plus a few chairs had been knocked over into the floor. They all lay there looking sad.

Then her mirror stand, right beside her bed, with small light bulbs surrounding the actual mirror, was a mess, the one drawer hanging out, her makeup bag spilling out it's contents into the desk, but the biggest shock was Poppy herself.

She was sitting in front of her mirror on a small cushion seat, her hair sticking up everywhere, her mascara dripping from her lashes, her green strapped dress that she was currently wearing all wrinkled and put on backwards.

As soon as he entered, she shrieked and covered her face. "Don't look at me!!"

Branch covered his eyes with his hand. "Why not?"

"I look terrible, that's why!" Her voice shook with embarrassment and dread.

Branch lowered his hand as he neared her. "Don't be ridiculous, Poppy."

 Poppy sobbed into her hands. "I'm not. I look terrible!!"

 Branch reached out and caressed her shoulder. "What's wrong? I've never seen you like this."

 Poppy swiped at her eyes. "I always behave like this before dates. I just usually have more time to freak out and worry about...well, everything. I finished work late, so I'm super overwhelmed-"

 "Whoa. Hold up." He sat on the bed next to her and looked into her mascara dripping eyes. "Did you say...always before dates?"

 Poppy sniffed and didn't answer.

 "Poppy, don't tell me you worry about your looks before dates."

She never seemed like that type of girl.