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Broppy x Reader female Headcanons

💖 Headcanons

You're deep in a project—trying to fix this ukulele—totally zoned out. The thing's been rattling since Smidge tried to play it with her weights on her hair breaking the ukulele.

"Okay, but seriously... she hasn't moved in an hour," Poppy whispers, peeking around the corner.
"I say we strike," Branch mutters, smirking.
They tiptoe behind you like trolling planning mischief, then—
"Now."
Two soft kisses land on your cheeks at the same time.
"Hey!" you yelp, startled.
"You were ignoring us," Poppy pouts, wrapping her arms around you.
"We demand cuddle tax," Branch adds.

You roll your eyes, but your heart melts.

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🎶 Supportive

If you're a performer, they're your #1 hype team. Poppy helps choreograph your stage presence, and Branch, surprisingly, gives you honest feedback—his bluntness and skills with boy bands help sharpen your act.

"You're killing it, babe. Just... maybe tone down the spin-flip in the chorus? You almost wiped out last time."
"Yeah, but it looked cool!" Poppy defends.
"Not if she breaks her face," Branch deadpans.

"They're gonna lose it on the second chorus," he says after rehearsal, voice low but full of pride.

"You think?" you ask, flushed.

"I know."

You never go onstage without spotting them in the crowd. Poppy dancing like a maniac. Branch watching—arms crossed, but smiling.

They're fiercely proud of you and protective in their own ways.

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🌈 Poly Dynamic Balance

Poppy brings the joy and high energy, Branch brings the grounded, calm stability. You sit right in the middle, able to balance their extremes. You're the glue, honestly.

You're the peacekeeper, no question.

Poppy wakes up at full volume, ready to schedule 17 Party's before breakfast. Branch prefers mornings with tea, silence, and absolutely no confetti.

You're the buffer.

"Okay, Poppy, let's limit the sparkle cannon to... one," you say, hand on hers.

"And Branch, just try the disco berry smoothie. I promise it won't kill you."

Sometimes Poppy crashes into bed at 2 a.m. from an all-night glitter party, and you and Branch just blink at her like exhausted parents. Other times, you and Poppy drag Branch to a sunrise picnic and he grumbles the whole time—but doesn't let go of your hand once.

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🔥 NSFW Headcanons (18+)

They're both all about making you feel good. Neither one lets the other hog your attention for long. If you're with Poppy and Branch walks in?

"I see how it is," Branch says, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't be jealous," you tease.
"I'm not. I'm just saying... you've got two hands."

It always escalates quickly. They're good at sharing you—and each other—when the mood strikes.

Even their teasing syncs.

Poppy whispers in your ear: "She's so worked up already. You feel that?"

Branch, voice low and steady: "Keep your eyes on me. Tell us what you need."

You don't stand a chance.

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🔥 Poppy = playful tease / Branch = intense focus

Poppy loves foreplay. She'll trail kisses down your body, hum little songs against your skin, or whisper nonsense just to make you squirm. Branch, though? When he's in it, he's in it. Eye contact. Slow, thorough, and deeply into how you react. They're opposites, but it works.

Poppy: "You're so pretty like this... you gonna let us wreck you a little?"
Branch: "Tell us what you need, baby. Say it."

Their voices alone could undo you.

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🔄 Aftercare Kings

Once it's over, you're wrapped up like a burrito in fuzzy blankets. Poppy braids your hair, humming something sweet against your ear. She rubs your back, presses tiny kisses wherever she can reach.

Branch handles logistics—water, towels, fresh clothes. He brushes your cheek with his thumb and murmurs, "You okay?"

"Perfect," you whisper back, and you mean it.

They settle on either side of you, arms around your waist, and stay until you drift off.

If Cooper, Smidge, or any of the others see you the next day wrapped in matching hickeys and happiness, no one says a word. But there are a lot of knowing smirks.

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