~hobbies: I like to draw,especially doodles.I like hanging out with my friends even though we’ll might do nothing.I like dancing and singing,i’m bad at both and I like to watch movies.
~favorite movies: beautiful boy,pride and prejudice(2005),girl interrupted,the virgin suicides,the perks of being a wallflower,lady bird,black swan,the notebook,before I fall,ready player one ecc…
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x female!reader
Warnings: domestic established relationship, breast massage for pain relief, comfort.
Summary: After a double shift, Jack helps soothe the ache of a long day.
Jack is about to say something about ordering takeout, but the words catch in his throat when he looks inside the bedroom.
You’ve already kicked off your sneakers and shed your jeans. Standing at the foot of the bed in just your sweatpants, you grab the hem of your t-shirt, and pull it over your head, letting it drop to the bed.
Next comes the real relief.
You reach back, unhooking your bra that’s been digging into your ribs for the last hours. With a groan of comfort, you toss it onto the nightstand. You cup your breasts, using your hands to gently massage the aching skin where the wires had been pressing and trapping heat all day, trying to get the blood flowing again.
Jack stands there for a moment, his gaze softening. The sheer domesticity of the scene makes something melt in him.
He steps fully into the room. "Everything okay, doll?" he asks.
You look up, letting out a smile. "Yeah. Just... bras are brutal after a double shift. It feels like they're trying to bruised my ribs by the end of the day."
Jack closes the distance between you.
"Bra problems require expert care," he teases softly, his hands coming to rest gently on your hips. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Let me take over? My hands are warm, and I happen to have an excellent bedside manner."
You smile, tilting your head. "Is that an official medical recommendation, Dr. Abbot?"
"Strictly therapeutic," he murmurs.
Jack turns you, his chest brushing against your bare back as he closes the distance. You instinctively lean into him, letting out a soft sigh as he supports you.
He wraps his arms around your waist for a brief second, pressing a warm kiss to the crook of your neck.
"Relax, doll," he whispers warmly against your skin.
He slides his hands upward, his palms completely warm against your skin as they replace your own. His hands cup you gently, immediately bringing a sense of relief to the ache.
Jack knows exactly how much pressure to apply, using his thumbs to trace the red indentations left behind by the underwire, smoothing over the irritated skin in slow circles.
You let your eyes close, completely melting against him. Your back is pressed flat against his chest, feeling the steady, calming thud of his heartbeat beneath his shirt.
"Better?" Jack asks softly, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder as his hands continue their soothing, rhythmic motion.
"So much better," you murmur, closing your eyes and letting your head rest back against his shoulder. "You're hired permanently."
"Good, because I don't plan on quitting my job," Jack chuckles. He presses a tender kiss to the side of your neck, his thumbs smoothing over your skin, content to just hold you and soothe away the stress of the day for as long as you need.
Hello!! Not sure if you have rules or anything for requesting story’s but how would Andrew and his family react to a bubbly reader (very self indulgent of me ) who is always a sweetheart and is sunshine in a person (who wears pinks and yellows), who’s genuinely nice just for the fun’s because life’s to short to be mean and is always smiling! Lmk if you need more details!!! Love your writing and remember to take breaks!! 💕🍓
Hiii <3 thank you for reading my works!! Hope you're doing good ❤️🩹 I really loved this, pope needs his sunshine 🥹
Sunshine
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x sunshine!female (ft Cody brothers)
Warnings: fluff, Pope being protective, very brief implied violence, an overwhelming amount of sunshine energy.
Summary: Deran hires a bubbly new bartender who brings pure sunshine into the gritty atmosphere of his bar.
Pope wasn't drinking. He was just watching. Specifically, he was watching the human equivalent of a golden retriever masquerading as the new bartender.
She was wearing a pastel yellow cropped tee that practically screamed against the dark bar. Her hair was up, a couple of loose strands framing a face that currently held a smile so wide it looked physically exhausting.
She was hum singing along to a pop song that Deran would usually have banned on pain of death.
"Here you go, Andy! Extra lime, just like you didn't ask for but I know you like," she chirped, sliding a fresh glass toward him. She beamed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Andy. What the hell.
Pope stared at the lime. Then he looked up at her.
She just leaned her elbows on the bar, chin in her hands, waiting for him to try it.
"Why are you always smiling?" Pope’s voice was raspy.
"Because it’s a beautiful day, and being mean takes way too much energy and problem," she said easily. She spinned away to greet a customer. "Hey there! What can I get started for you?"
Pope swallowed hard, his chest feeling strangely tight. He tracked the yellow shirt as she moved.
She was a sweetheart. Genuinely, bafflingly nice.
He’d spent the last three days trying to find the angle, the grift, the hidden malice. But there wasn't one. She was just... good.
The front door swung open, letting in three distinct headaches: Deran, Craig, and J.
Craig immediately headed for the taps, slapping the bar. "Yo, Deran, you finally fire that old guy who smelled like damp carpet? Who's the—" Craig stopped dead in his tracks as she turned around, offering a massive wave.
"Hi! You must be Craig, Deran’s brother. He told me you drink beer like it's water, so I already poured you a cold one." She slid a frosty mug perfectly down the counter.
Craig caught it, his mouth slightly open. He looked at the beer, then at her, then at Deran. "Where did you find this one? A Disney movie?"
"Shut up, Craig," Deran muttered. He walked behind the bar, giving her a brief gentle nod. "You doing okay? Customers treating you right?"
"Perfectly! Everyone's so sweet," she said, completely oblivious to the fact that half of her daytime regulars were local felons. "I'm gonna go restock the ice. Let me know if you guys need anything." She disappeared into the back room.
Craig watched her go, shaking his head with a grin. "Man, she is just... sunshine in a person. It's kind of wild."
"She's a good kid," Deran admitted, setting up for their meeting. "Keeps the books clean, customers are tipping better because she actually remembers their birthdays. It's weird, but it works."
J, who had been quiet the entire time, leaned against the bar. His guarded expression softened into something resembling a normal nineteen year old boy.
"Yeah," J said quietly. "She's kinda cute."
Pope’s hand tightened around his drink. The glass gave a sharp crack under the sudden pressure.
Craig and Deran blinked, looking over at their older brother.
Both of them slowly braced themselves.
Pope’s posture had gone rigid, his shoulders squaring off as he turned his head slowly to look at his nephew.
"What did you say?" Pope asked.
J frowned, picking up on the sudden shift. "I just said she’s cute, Pope. Chill."
"She’s not for you," Pope said. His gaze was locked onto J.
"Pope, man, relax," Deran warned, reaching out a hand. "J didn't mean anything by it."
"Don't look at her." Pope insisted, his chest heaving slightly as a protectiveness flared up inside him. The thought of J getting anywhere near her bright energy made something sour twist in his gut. He didn't want them to ruin her. He didn't want J to ruin her.
J held Pope's intense stare for a tense moment before slowly putting his hands up in surrender. "Fine. Whatever. I'm just saying."
The back door clicked open, and she reappeared, struggling just a little bit with a heavy plastic bucket of ice. Even with her arms strained, she still had that happy bounce in her step.
The heavy tension in the room instantly evaporated the second her yellowness came into view.
Before Deran or Craig could even think about moving, Pope was already off his stool. He crossed the space behind the bar in urgent strides.
He didn't say a word, but his hands gently but firmly enveloped the handles of the bucket, easing the weight entirely out of her grip.
"Oh! Thanks, Andy!" she beamed, letting go and wiping her hands on her apron. She looked up at him, her eyes crinkling with a bright warmth. "You're a lifesaver. My muscles were about to give out."
Pope carefully dumped the ice into the well, his movements unusually gentle for a man of his size. When he finished, he set the empty bucket down and looked at her.
"Don't carry heavy things," his voice was fiercely protective. "Just ask me. I'll do it."
"Aw, you're the sweetest, Andy, thank you," she reached up and patted his arm affectionately before spinning around to help a customer who had just walked in.
Behind the counter, Craig and Deran slowly turned their heads to look at each other.
Craig’s mouth was slightly open, his beer paused halfway to his lips.
They shared an alarmed look that spoke volumes.
Do you see what I'm seeing right now?
Deran just swallowed hard, a slight nod of his head communicating total, terrified agreement.
Andrew Pope Cody had just willingly played the chivalrous assistant to a girl wearing a pastel yellow crop top.
And he looked like he'd happily do it again.
Pope walked back over, completely ignoring his brothers and his nephew. He sank back down, his rigid muscles relaxing the moment he was back in her orbit. His dark aura was entirely gone, replaced by a quiet stillness as he watched her happily chat up a local surfer.
Craig leaned over, "Well," he muttered to J and Deran. "I guess she’s Pope’s sunshine now."
