Tones of Sepia observe her, moving her head to face the left– and then to the right before allowing otherwise. “Is that a new hue I spot in your cheeks? Rosy it seems. H-How… darling of you.” Oliver teases her playfully. His other hand leveling against her own hand, pressed to the pale complexion abdomen, though dark navy cloth refrains them from fully agreeable touch. And so, he readjusts his hand to grasp her wrist. It’s firm, though not in any way forceful somehow. Accompanying a sense of control, perhaps. “I… I’m pleased that you’ve got such an imaginative mind as mine, in that case. They do say great minds think alike?” With a single brow raised a brief moment, he cants his head at her in a minute manner. He leans in closer to her, and he hovers there steadily over her, just taking in this moment alone, feeling the initial ardor of goosebumps raising upon skin. A white hot feeling, he’s always thought. He parts his lips as they stand there so closely– ogling one another. He closes in even more so, as though he’s going to crash his lips against hers and let go, but he freezes, eyes nearly closed. Their lips could brush if only– but Oliver speaks instead. “This… I-I don’t think this is part of the chapter you’re supposed to be on, Poppy…”
Stepping back his eyes flutter open, and the corners of his lips can’t help but to be upturned slightly at warming what he’ll eventually go on to devour. He’s always been an amorous lover. There was no other way he knew how to be a partner. “Shall I, um… guide you to the correct page, now?” Even before she can answer, Oliver’s walking backward toward the hall, pulling her forward at first, not yet wanting to break his gaze with hers. “You see… that chapter… well, you could imagine it as an unread one. A-And, maybe you’ll never even find the time or interest to pick it up and turn to it to continue prospecting that world.” A shoulder rises and falls as he shifts to walk behind her after releasing his hold on her much dainty wrist. He goes as far as to lean down, voice hushed in her right ear, only after he’s lingered his hands up her back, and settled them upon her upper arms, close behind no doubt. “B-But… now you’ve read the back of the book… and maybe some other time– you’d enjoy continuing t-to explore new facets of these– two strangers– there’s quite a few segments and components to scan through surely, and so there’ll always be new avenues to explore if that’s what you feel you’d like to do. For a… sleepless night– or a sudden change in mood– m-maybe… you may want to sit through three chapters all at once? It’s just another love story to admire… a work o-of simple fiction, if you’d like.” He says, inching her forward in the hall as he comes to a what he finds as a suitable halt in his whispers of sweet nothings. “T-Tell me, which one? Which door belongs to you and you alone?“ He has a fair idea, considering the rooming situation. And so, the model takes a fair guess, stopping her between 108 and 109. He was sure it’d just been empty. “Seem familiar to you, Poppy?” He slides his hands upward to her shoulders, adjusting his stature to properly stand, with a soft sigh.
the soft but dominant touches that oliver brought only made the color on her cheeks darken & she could feel goosebumps begin to scatter across her almond skin . most people , guys & girls alike , would talk big like oliver had - yet none had ever really gotten this far . more times than most poppy had disappointing nights of so - called ‘ passion ’ . poppy wanted to pull oliver in closer , her lips were already so close to his & it would take only a moment to fill the space . yet before the blonde could make her move , oliver was pulling away , leaving her high & dry for the time being .
“ 친애하는 올리버 , 당신은 지금 나랑 섹스 할 수있어 , ” hangul fell from her lips so flawlessly as she slid off the counter to follow oliver’s lead . this drop - dead gorgeous man was already breaking every single stereotype poppy had set in her mind when coming onto the show . the fairy - like touches with the hushed whispers in her ear was enough to get any girl going ; if poppy had her way she would’ve pulled oliver into any room just so that she could get her hands on him . “ hopefully we don’t stay strangers for too long , ” her words are slow & spoken in a low tone , “ i hope to get to know your body , & perhaps your mind , fairly well . i want to know what you like , what really gets you going , what makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine . ” there’s so much running through poppy’s mind & with oliver guiding her the majority of the way she hardly even realized that the pair had stopped next to her room . “ 109 . . . ” the girl mumbles under her breath , reaching out to open the door . of course the room is empty , besides her numerous bags that scattered a corner of the room . now it was her time to turn around , grabbing a fist - full of oliver’s shirt to pull him inside her room . “ shall we play now , oliver ? ”
“ oh ? well now you’re just after my heart aren’t you ? ” benjamin lightheartedly teases with a warmer laugh as his ring clad hand runs its course slowly over his broad chest when keeping his focused attention towards poppy with a sigh of relief that she’s even here — “ well won’t you look at that , being a great friend pays off in the end innit ? ” he expresses with a dimpled smirk as his hand pushes a fist full of his curls from his face , “ plenty of cuddles and butt rubs obviously . . . i like to think i’m very considering when sharing that sort of attention . ”
“ i’ve been after your heart for a very long time benjamin , you just were never looking at me , ” perhaps there was some truth behind her words , but right this moment she was just pulling his leg . sitting at the island watching the male do yoga was more than intriguing , poppy couldn’t keep her eyes off of him --- she almost even missed the rest of what he was saying . “ hm , really now ? well , in all seriousness , i’m down for anything you are . i’ve already stated the options available & i’m open to suggestions as well . ”
Stella is looking down on her phone when she walks in the kitchen, jumping slightly as she hears someone greets her. Looking up, her eyes widen seeing that it’s no other than Poppy Yoon. “No way.” She chuckles, her cheeks turning red as she recalls who Poppy is to her. They always got along at parties and she even stayed with her for a few weeks when everything was intense with her family. “Really, Poppy? We haven’t seen each other for awhile and the first thing you said to me is an invitation to get into your bed?” She raises her brows, laughing as she walks towards her and leans down “Again?” She whispers, hiding her smirk and walks to the counter to make herself some coffee. “I didn’t know you’d be here. There’s always someone new here and I guess my prayers have been answered? Poppy Yoon. In the flesh.” She speaks as she makes a cup of coffee, her back facing Poppy.
she’s in a daze the moment stella turns her attention to poppy , her umber orbs scanned the other up & down several times . with an elbow on the table poppy goes to lean on her hand & she continues to look at her with such affection in her eyes . “ how could i possibly stay away from someone like you , stella ? ” her lips are turned up into a wider smile as her old friend briefly dives into her personal life . “ ah , i didn’t think i’d be either - but a change of pace , the rest of my band mates from ‘ before san fransisco ’ ----- i thought i would be a good pr thing too . ” poppy tilts her head to the side , “ your prayer huh ? what was that , out of curiosity . ”
“Haven’t felt that way ever?” He glances about, scouting for possible crew, though they aren’t around at the moment. He’s sure this’ll get out one way or another, but he doesn’t care. Not after his stroke of bad luck. Even so, he knows of hidden cameras. That doesn’t weigh much on his mind. “I… I could try… try and make you feel like you’d want to settle by my side in bed for the remainder of your nights on earth… You’ll… You’ll wonder what your nature of essence would be if you could come home to me. And I could do some of the same things I’m thinking I’ll do, now… again. In other fashions and varying ways. What your thousands of nights, from now on, could be like in your last moments awake… drifting into a limitless dreamscape with me there to hold you… if only for one unexpected afternoon.” He says in a hushed tone. “I-If I really wanted to… I could just go ahead and say that the challenge is accepted, but…” He comes to a stop briefly. “I’ll… respect your boundaries. For now. No feelings involved. Well… not really, are they?” He teases her, his expression shifting to an unreadable one. Oliver cants his head to the side at her, mahogany hues surveying Poppy, just attempting to figure her out in a sense more so than just taking in the aesthetics of something as trivial as her shell. She had a soul. Wants, needs, desires. He suppresses the urge to laugh once as he listens to her, his heart aflutter, leaning against the counter for just a moment, wanting to capture this all as a vivid memory. The day that a woman he did not know could be happened upon his life– and so, there she was, ever present. And god, the way she stared. He knew he had his head in the clouds, as usual– but at a time like this, he needed someone like her to just fall into place ever so faultlessly. He rounds the island, gripping her arm with a hand– using care no less, his touch gentle. “N-No, no I don’t think I’d like to… have fun in other ways right now. You asked, after all. His other hand shifts to trace a pattern in the chocolate hue of her skin with the utmost of heeding upon her neck, up to her chin, lifting her head so that she looks up at him properly in an almost controlling manner. ”Shall we break that bed? D-Do you… Do you want me to get you drenched, too? I’m thinking on it… I might just have to. I want to remind you of what home should be like, after all… just… one of those nights. Think of it like, w-well… maybe like one of your novels you read. T-To… keep away in that… that winsome head of yours… and think on perhaps in the future… j-just… think of it like remembering the most vulnerable chapter of a book.” He says in a hushed voice. “Just tell me when and I-I… I can… whisk you off on that journey.”
his question sounded more rhetorical than anything & poppy didn’t exactly feel like answering it ; she had to keep some level of mystery to her . it didn’t matter either as oliver dove right on in when it came to telling her all the things she could have & that’ll she’ll eventually want . his words did seem like they had originated from a mixture of romantic books she had read & god she was intrigued with him now . perhaps it was rude to stare for so long , but poppy simply could not break her gaze with him ; especially with the underlying sexual tension she thought it brought . the woman who always had something to say was actually sitting there speechless , trying to rack her brain for anything to reply with . the boy next door personality was a good facade for the other , seeing as his words were coming out of the left field . “ for now , ” she repeated as her smile seemed to slowly shift to a smirk . poppy could not remember the last time someone was able to spark such an immediate interest from her , but there oliver was , rounding the island just to get closer to her .
the cameras at this point were a second though , not something that poppy was all that concerned about . luckily she didn’t have anyone back home that was watching her , so she was free to do whatever she pleased , wherever she pleased too . “ those other ways aren’t for everyone , so perhaps it’s for the best , ” she drops her own voice to a mere whisper , in hopes that any other person who entered the kitchen wouldn’t hear her words . poppy could feel the blood rush to her cheeks as he tilted her head up & almost on cue poppy ran her tongue over her bottom lip . it didn’t stop there either , her hands soon enough found themselves at his hips , playing with the hem of his shirt before touching his bare skin . “ i think i like where both our heads are at , oliver , ” her stiletto nails seem to lightly drag along the male’s skin ; if she wanted to leave marks she most definitely could , but she wanted to know more about the other before sinking her claws in . “ you’re setting some big expectations for yourself if you want me to compare this to the novels i read . ” one hand leaves the warmth underneath oliver’s shirt & goes to snake around his neck so that poppy could lean in to whisper in his ear , “ when is whenever you want . you’re free to anything you want , oliver . ”
Finally catching up with his breaths, he sips at his drink, brow furrowing. “O-Oh… goodness me. I’m so sorry, it’s just… I was…” He was what? Enjoying the view? Of course he couldn’t say that. “…O-Out of, breath. Oliver.” He introduces himself with a slight head nod. When she goes on, his expression has resolved, though it quickly twists once again. This time into more of an astonished look. “Right… Heh.” He wonders about this dazzling woman. She seems like a design by the gods, and he can’t even bring himself to tell her at the moment, so taken aback by her mere presence before him just across the kitchen island. “The pleasure’s all mine– t-truly– I mean that.” He swallows, wide eyed, his heart feeling as though it’s going to stop all together simply from talking to her. Bleached hair and caramel skin? Now this was certainly something he could get used to having around the villa. As she goes on, standing, he feels a bit under a spell– or a charm. Usually it was he who was doing such. Books. “A fellow philophile, I presume…?” He’s far too enchanted, he can barely bring himself to hydrate anymore despite knowing that he needs to. “Romance. That’s, w-well… it’s my favorite, too. Descriptive in such an eloquent, decisive way that pulls you in, don’t you agree? I’m always left wishing there were more to the ending. Another chapter.” He finally speaks up, his voice wavering– with excitement or lovesickness he wasn’t quite sure. He tended to get himself bitten by the love bug quite a lot in life it seemed. “Unfortunate that you… don’t explore romance within this world, though. The imaginative dreamer you must be…” He murmurs. “You don’t believe in love?” He pries, desperate to know about just who this woman is. She moves on, and he’s suddenly wide eyed– a look somewhere between confusion and shock paints itself across his features briefly due to her previous claim. “I…” He pauses, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t know, you say you’re not into romance… I’m kind of the hopless romantic type of man. Are you sure that’s a very good idea… Poppy? I may just end up losing myself to you. You wouldn’t want that kind of trouble, would you…?” He admits wholeheartedly, setting the bottle of sparking water down on the nearest counter to rest one hand in the other, quirking a brow with a crooked grin in amusement at how blunt she was.
there was something awfully cute about oliver , perhaps it was his own boyish charm or the fact that he reminded her of the stereotypical boy next door , something was drawing poppy in . “ philophile since i’ve been walking . i own my own book store in san fran , ” she’s not trying to brag as she pulls herself up to sit on the counter , her hands resting on the edge while her attention is unwavering . “ romance is better in books in every sense though . the dates are always top notch & to die for , the sex is described with the utmost care & sounds like a blast every time ------ & if you choose the right book no one ever gets their heart broken . real life doesn’t even compare to what writers are able to come up with . if it does ? i sure as hell haven’t witnessed it nor experienced it for myself . ” poppy could easily go on & say that in her twenty-four years of living she had never loved anyone besides herself & her father , but that seemed like a rather blunt & useless fact for this moment . she did thrive off the fact that she could already have a conversation about her love of books with someone though . however , now oliver was going on about being a hopeless romantic , something poppy usually saw as a red - flag in her adventures . “ hmm , ” she hummed , swinging her legs back & forth as she smiled a bit wider , “ i think it’s an excellent idea , oliver . you see , i happen to like the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth . so if you’re that much of a hopeless romantic i say go ahead & try to change my mind . ” poppy channel yoon always loved a challenge . she’d much rather be the one being challenged , but damn she could not pass up this opportunity . “ of course , we don’t have to do anything of the sexual nature if you don’t want . i’m sure we could have fun in other ways . ”
“ a defining moment of her life . poppy sings her parts of the song filled with longing & desire to be reassured that she is the same as those around her no matter how different she feels . she sings ‘ i don’t need anyone ’ regretfully . poppy sings with defiance & joy that she is happy to be alone & embraces those differences . ”
this is the song where i learned having myself is enough
“ if i’m going to help break the bed in with you let me at least center my chi first ? ” benji says to the beautifully evidently familiar face ; clearly happy to see her after the amount of time it’s been since seeing her before . “ happy to see that you’ve decided to join us on the fun ! ” he says in a clearly sarcastic tone when lifting his hands to sunset circle them in a motion of centering himself before furthering forward in this motion ‘ continuing on with his words , “ i could do a horror movie and booze it up also though ? but doing you sounds way more fun ? ” he finally & cheekily states .
“ oh benji , i brought plenty of candles to enjoy so helping with your chi will be easy . y’wanna do yoga every morning with me ? ” her words drip with sincerity but could also come off as a playful tease . after all , it was benji she was talking to . her smile was unmoving though as he spoke sarcastically ; from what she’d heard so far , she was more excited than anything . “ well shit , since you’re such a close friend we could do all three ? as long as i get cuddles in at some point & a butt rub . ”
Oliver had walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge for a sparkling water, breathing uneven and shirt adorned with sweat stains from using the at home gym for the day, always wanting to look his best for scouting calls and campaigns. He had barely noticed the new face, in a post-work out funk and feeling tired from his bought of bad sleep the night prior, but he closes the door, speaking with a smile plastered to his features. “Hel–” When the fridge is closed and he sees her, he drops the cap to his fizzy water on the floor, the isolated light sound echoing. His expression drops for a moment, then he remembers to breathe– he needs to right now after using the peleton for almost an hour. “I-I… um…” Oliver’s voice cracks at the mere sight of her. He bends down, picking up the cap. “H-Hi… You must… be new.” He turns back to the fridge for a couple of seconds, pointing at it, then turns back to her, mouth agape slightly. “I just… Gosh sorry, I… wasn’t expecting anyone new for a bit.” He lies, quite poorly at that. “I-I’m sorry, did you say break in the bed?” He clears his throat. “H-Horror movies aren’t my thing… I prefer adventure and romance genres, but… forts I do have an affinity for.” He murmurs, squinting at her, reminding himself to close his mouth between his words now. “U-Uh, I’m just… kind of gross at the moment? And… you’re… existing.” Did he really just let that out? He did. For once, Oliver doesn’t have anything of sound mind or proper to say– in fact he hasn’t even introduced himself. He’d be scolded if he were at home, right now.
of course the man that walked into the kitchen had to be pleasant on the eyes . poppy couldn’t help but allow her eyes to devour him on the spot as he sported his sweaty post - workout look . her eyes didn’t even waiver as he dropped the water bottle’s cap , all should could do was focus on his face . “ i am new , but i’d prefer if you called me poppy , ” words spoken in a sweet like honey tone as she brought her mug filled with tea up to her lips to take a sip . she was eager to know if this nervousness the other held was due to her or if that was just his natural personality . “ i did indeed say that too . i have a whole room to myself so i thought it would only be fitting to offer , y’know ? ” poppy allows herself now to let out a light laugh as she stands up from her spot , walking over to him just to hold out her hand . “ it’s a pleasure to meet you , despite the fact you don’t like my favorite movie genre . adventures are nice but romance i like to leave to my books ----- there’s a lot more descriptiveness in them . ” poppy takes a mere moment to look him up & down , taking another second to run her tongue over her bottom lip , “ if you’re feeling gross i could help you out with that ? we can scratch everything i previously said & instead see if the showers can hold two people . . . ”
guess who’s back , back again , ponyo’s back , tell a friend . i needed a badass bitch muse so that’s where poppy comes in ! imma keep this short & sweet & if you’d like to plot either hmu here or on discord bbies <3
a p p l i c a t i o n
did you see that poppy yoon is taking part in mtv’s new show headlines ? the twenty - four year old singer & business owner sure does look a lot like tati gabrielle ! rumor has it they are observant & outspoken & have been tipped to stir up some drama . tune in nightly to see what she gets up to .
s t a t i s t i c s
full name , nicknames : poppy channel yoon , n/a
age , dob , zodiac : twenty - four , december 02 , sagittarius
hometown : san fransisco , california
gender , pronouns : cisfemale , she / her
orientation : pansexual , panromantic
occupation : singer & business owner
language(s) spoken : english - fluent , korean - fluent , american sign language - intermediate , french - beginner
b a c k g r o u n d
grew up with her dad & only her dad . mom is 100% out of the picture
dad owned a book store & the pair lived above it
her dad was v v open about her standing her ground no matter what
always supportive <3
kinda tight on money all the time tho
the two of them even learned taekwondo together when she was like 10
honestly her dad was her best friend
poppy grew up reading lots & lots of books tho . def liked reading them in coffee shops
her love of music came from coffee shops actually ? she loved seeing the bands & artists perform
poppy & her dad also sung a lot together <3
so when she saw an opening on benji’s band ‘ beyond san fransisco ’
but she joined as a drummer bc she was intimidated by the fact that everyone else was a singer
when the band broke up things went down hill for poppy ?
FIRE & DEATH TW - one night her dad answered a phone call of a break - in happening at the book store . upon arriving it seemed that moments later the store was set ablaze . two people were declared dead by the police . someone had broken in & set the store on fire & couldn’t get out quick enough , poppy’s father just so happened to be there at the wrong time
it took a really hard toll on poppy tbh . . . she disappeared from all forms of social media for a little over a year before resurfacing with a whole single ?
during the year she ran the rebuilt book store & kinda stuck to herself (:
DRUG TW - she also formed a slight drug use over that year ? she is confident that she is not addicted & could 100% stop anytime she wanted . poppy just likes not thinking
she also has a halsey voice claim <3
h a b i t s
swearing | fingernail chewing | slouching | slurring | drinking | smoking | drugs | impulse decisions | obsessive phone checking | bad time management | slang | poor grammar | overworking | slacking off | over sleeping | under sleeping | skin picking | poor eye contact | lying | rambling | skipping breakfast | junk food | self criticism | procrastinating | day dreaming | forgetful | envious | jealous | gossiper | drama whore | secret teller | skipping class | spitting | lip licking | lip chewing | drinking from the carton | yelling | too much internet | poor hygiene | impatient | hot headed | biased | complaining | scab picking | buzzfeed | cheek biting | teeth gnashing | shoplifting | scamming | speeding | hair pulling | large ego | exaggerating | fidgeting | free loading | littering | one - upping | whining | borrowing without returning | unnecessary aggression | plagiarism | copying | glaring | spacing out | ignoring | over critical | messy | hateful | overly prideful
oh to be the daughter of a small town librarian having a romance with the daughter of the baker from the next town over, spending our days on a picnic blanket under a willow tree reading antique books and eating strawberries while we watch cows graze nearby
“ oh why hello there , ” red lips curl up into a smile as her dark hues focus on the person who just walked into the kitchen . she had been there less than an hour & had already unpacked her bags in her room , now she was just drinking tea & relaxing . “ i found out i have a whole room to myself until another contestant shows up . ” poppy is trying to hide a smirk at this point as she leans forward . “ wanna help me break my bed in ? OR if you aren’t like that we can most definitely build a fort & get wasted while watching horror movies . ”
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