Broppy Oneshots 💕

The Best Cure

| Literally just Branch comforting his girl ig lol. They're married in this one btw|

Poppy was crying.

Branch didn't know why, and he didn't have time to even wonder.

Poppy had literally just come home from work, thrown off her cape and crown, fallen onto their bed, next to where Branch had been sitting and writing a document on his computer, and began to completely sob.

"Poppy!" Her husband immediately snapped into action, pulling her up, closer to him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Poppy, what's wrong?"

Poppy couldn't answer. Her eyes continued to swell up with tears as she looked straight at him until he knew that he should let her cry and have her time.

He slowly let go of her arms, and she crumpled beside him and continued to bawl into his vest. He didn't try to stop her either.

"Shh..." He shushed gently, trying to calm her down a little. His hand found her hair and stroked through it. His fingers picked single strands to roll inbetween his fingertips softly, without hurting her.

Finally, her sobs became soft whimpers. Her head finally lifted from his chest and she looked at him and sniffled.

"Sorry," she whispered, her voice raspy.

Branch slumped down so he could look her straight into the eyes. "It's alright." His hand reached to push an escaping strand of hair behind her ear. "Feel better?" He whispered.

She gave a nod. "I- I don't know why..." She stopped and began to sniffle again. "I probably scared you. I'm sorry." Her eyes became glassy again.

Branch quickly took her hands. "Yes, maybe for a bit. But I'm glad you let it out. Crying can relieve stress like you can't imagine sometimes."

Poppy wiped at her face. "You've done it too?"

Branch gave a bit of a sad smile. "More than I'd like to admit."

Her arms softly snaked around his neck as she scooted closer. His arms wrapped her waist.

"I've been crying a lot recently... I decided not to tell you because I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But tonight everything just snapped." Poppy rested her forehead on his shoulder. "I'm so glad that you were home. It's been so hard without you."

Branch would have usually scolded her for keeping something like that secret. But this time he didn't.

He placed a light kiss on the side of her neck. "It's hard not being sure if someone is there for you. I know the feeling."

"I'm glad you understand, but I wish you didn't have to go through all that you did to." Poppy sighed.

There was a bit of silence.

"Any reason at all that you might think is causing your sudden outbursts?" Branch asked finally.

"I don't know. Sometimes my mind just explodes and can't take anymore and I have to cry."

Branch gave a sad chuckle. "Yeah, Poppy, that's called stress."

"Stress?" She looked at him. "I've never stressed about work before, though."

"Maybe you may not have realized it." Branch shrugged. "Crying is your body's way of pulling yourself back together. You may feel terrible in the moment, but it physically calms you a bit most times."

"Well, what helps stress?" she asked.

"Extra sleep, good and plenty of food, and breaks, Miss Ma'am." He raised an eyebrow and booped her nose at the last one. That would for sure be difficult for her.

Poppy giggled. "Do kisses from your perfect husband help at all?"

"I don't know, maybe we should test it out," he sang in response, pulling her closer.

As soon as he kissed her, she felt her muscles relax a bit, and her eyes closed easily as she rested against him, sighing, exhausted but now relieved and happy, into the kiss.

After about ten seconds, Branch pulled away. "How are you doing?"

She gave a wobbly smile. "Much better."

"I heard somewhere the physical touch helps improve stress and tension levels too," Branch told her softly, tracing her shoulder with his pointer finger.

"Makes sense." Her eyes were closed.

"You're not working tomorrow, alright? I meant it when I said you needed a break."

Her eyes opened. "But-"

"Shh. Go to sleep." His fingers slowly and gently pushed her eyelids down, closing her eyes.

She didn't argue. "Smidge is going to have to-"

"I'll take care of it."

Her eyes opened again, worried. "Your leaving me alone tomorrow?"

"No, I'm staying with you. I'll take care of telling Smidge what to do, however," he reassured her.

"Good." Her eyes closed again. "Sometimes you husband is the best cure."

Branch smirked. "Or vice versa," he whispered. He leaned over her again and he gave her a light kiss.

He would be her cure any day, especially if it meant spending a whole day with her.

And he was going to make sure she got back to being his optimistic queen again, no matter what 

| sorry this is short! Wrote it kinda fast 😅|