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Spoiled Honey

Chapter 2: Local Honey

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Summary ~

Small towns need big personalities to compensate. If only overworked ER doctors knew that.

wc ~ 1k+

a/n ~

thank you for the love on the previous part! made my heart swell and confirmed that I wanted to do a series :) updates??? whenever I can lol. happy to answer any questions!

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“My daddy said he’d buy me my next horse when I make him a million dollars at the store.”

It’s you, the cashier from the store, stood with your feet on the first rungs of the corral fence leaning over to look at the grazing foals.

Mrs. Talbot had convinced the men staying on her property to come to the famers market on the weekends at the edge of Main Street. Meaning that Jack had to convince Michael who was more than happy to stay in at the cozy farm property.

“You have a horse?” Robby can’t say he’s not intrigued by this girl, the pair had only just arrived at the event and she was already on them. “Of course I do, got my sweet girl Custard when I was eight.”

Soft kissy noises are heard as you call for one of the foals to come over to you, hand already extended for sniffs and pets. A curious caramel colored one makes their way over pushing their snout into your palm. Amused the men watch as you love on the baby horse cooing and rubbing the soft mane. Eventually you give your final pets to the foal then hop off the fence making your way closer to Robby and Abbot. “Alma said you boys are ER doctors. Is that true?”

“Alma?”

“Boys?”

Soft giggles leave you at their confusion. “Mrs. Talbots first name is Alma.” You stand up a little straighter sincerity taking over your face. “And I don’t mean to assume calling you both boys, I know in this day and age you should never assume. I apolog-“

“No no you’re fine. But don’t you think we’re a little too old to be called ‘boys’.” Abbot dismisses your worries with an easy hand wave. He nudges Robby lightly glancing to see if he heard that. The only response he gets is an eye roll, but there’s a smile twitching at the corners of his lips unspoken flattery at being referred to as young.

The crease in your forehead is replaced by a smile, a shrug of your shoulders before speaking again. “Well I don’t think you’re that old. I’m sure there’s some spritefulness left in you two.”

“Yes we are doctors sweetheart,” your previous question answered by Robby lights up glimmers of interest in your eyes. “and as for ‘spritefulness’ well… not so sure about that.”

“Aren’t we lucky to have such esteemed guests in our town then,” your voice is warm, inviting, but your gaze is just past them. A flicker of a frown graces your lips while one of your hands makes a discrete shooing motion by your side. Then your focus is back on the men a guiding palm extended in the direction of the market stands, “why don’t we go this way. I’ll be your own personal tour guide of all the best vendors.”

Abbot glances behind them to spot a group of girls about your age, giggling and waving at you. “You got some friends over there?”

“Uhh yeah but they can wait I see em all the time. Come on then.” Nodding your head to the path you want to take before stalking off confidently without letting them get another word in. For whatever reason they do follow you listening as you launch into a spiel about all the different stands. You’re very knowledgeable, but curious too. Head tiled as you lean against a display of products fingers tapping lightly.

“What’s the oldest age you’ve ever operated on?” While Abbot is deciding what loaf of sourdough bread to get. “Ninety-Five.”

You mouth the number back to yourself quietly in shock. He’s chuckling as he’s exchanging money with the baker.

At the strawberry stand you’re crouched petting the owners corgi, Butterball, when you look up at Robby, “On average how many stitches do you have to give a woman after she gives birth naturally?”

He shakes his head in disbelief but the look in your eyes is so earnest he answers you truthfully instead of scolding you. A warmth in his chest at the scrunched look of pain on your face when he tells you the number.

“Have you ever performed an amputation?” The pair share a glance before Robby gives his own response before turning the questions to you. “Sweetheart what’s your favorite jelly from here?”

Your eyebrows furrow before starting to explain that the booth sells jams not jellies, then explaining the difference between the two.

You’re clearly popular as the vendors eagerly greet you by name smiling as they chat with you. Before the pair knows it they’ve picked up a couple of things mainly(all) at your insistence.

In the middle of you describing all the variety of recipes people make with rhubarb there’s a sharp whistle that catches your groups attention. A pair of young men at the leather goods stall calls your name. The men you’re with stop but you roll your eyes hard feet quickly moving intent on passing them by. “Come on darling, lemme take you out. I’ll even buy you a new dress for your collection!”

From you a hand raises in protest. “A no once is a no a million times Jeremiah.”

Mocking a wounded grip to the heart the young man is undeterred with a snarky smirk. “You’ll give in one day princess.” The boys are laughing together delighted as if making you upset was a prize.

Disapproving glares are given by both doctors as they follow your haughty strut away. Silently deciding it’s more important that you’re okay before causing problems with the locals. Unfortunately for the older men you’re pretty quick managing to put considerable distance between you. When you’re almost at the edge of the market near the last row of stalls is when you turn around. There’s a look of surprise on your face upon spotting the pair of men, they followed you. Other emotions are faster to take over though, an angry huff escaping you. Pacing back and forth with your arms crossed you look pretty pissed. “Don’t you just hate it when people don’t listen! Especially when you tell them several different times on several different occasions. Like I hate to call people stupid but I think rejection is a very simple concept!”

Robby steps up palms raised ready to defuse the situation his deep understanding eyes taking in your emotional state.

Mrs. Talbot is suddenly calling your little group over to her own stand clearly very excited the men decided to come. In an instant your demeanor changes, the pacing seizes, your posture straightens out. But your smile is a little tight as you make your way over to your neighbor. The men follow seeing no other option as you greet Mrs. Talbot waving them over. “Hi there Michael and Jack! I see you’ve met Honey Belle already!” The older woman is smoothing your hair with familiarity as a rosey heat comes to your cheeks at her words. “Alma…”

“What? I can’t compliment the prettiest girl in town?! Oh— I’ll be there one moment.” You shake your head fondly as she shuffles away to help a customer. Looking up the men’s eyes are on you with amused expressions, Abbot opens his mouth first. “Honey Belle?”

“Okay well if you haven’t noticed everyone calls me honey,” they did notice but they thought it was colloquial around here “she is the only one who calls me ‘Belle’ because she said she thinks I’m the prettiest but I told her she can’t say that. She says she’s old so she can say what she wants with her time left. We’re working on it.” Your face is slightly exasperated but there’s no lack of fondness.

“Like the princess then?” Robby questions, meanwhile Abbot is unable to hide his laughter at your predicament. Your face twists with the reaction of the second man, nose lifted in the air with displeasure.

“Yes. Like the princess.”

Nudging his partners good foot then nodding to you.

Stop upsetting the girl would you?

Is said in a glance.

Looking back to you a smile tugs Robby’s lips. “She’s got a good eye then.”

Quickly as it came your bristled demeanor dissipates at the compliment with a quick nod. “When she remembers to wear her glasses sure.”

Flinching slightly from the light swat to the back of your head as Mrs. Talbot reappears by your side. “Calling me old are you Honey?”

Grinning lazily as you glance to the side then back at the boys, a silent plea to keep a secret. “Oh nothing my dearest Alma.”

credits to @olenvasynyt for the dividers!

btw the pics at the top aren’t meant to describe readers looks, purely for vibes/setting the scene!

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Spoiled Honey

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Summary ~

Small towns need big personalities to compensate. If only overworked ER doctors knew that.

wc ~ 1k

big credit to @candlelitea for the inspo on this 💕

a/n ~

girl idk I’ve never done this before

Retirement.

A beautiful ten letter word. Sparkling. Glimmering. Hopeful.

And something that Michael Robinavitch still can’t find himself committing to yet. Though here he is with his old friend, Jack Abbot on what he’s deemed a pseudo retirement. Airbnbs are still in the realm of what Robby deems sketchy, self endangerment perhaps? Either way he found himself talked into using his plethora of leave days to take an extended three month summer stay. Somewhere rural, real middle of nowhere, Main Street USA, type of place.

Abbot pulls the old pickup truck into the only grocery store in town. No sooner is the car parked before its doors are flung open both men all but stumbling out. Robby’s joints are groaning from what he wishes he could blame entirely on the long drive. A solid clap to his back when he stands to his full height as Abbot starts guiding him, “Come on my friend, let’s see what uh, Delaneys grocer and general store, has to offer huh?”

The door chimes with an old fashioned bell announcing their entrance to the store. Blasts of cool breeze from the air conditioning is a reprieve from the humid summer air. To the left is a wall lined with refrigerated doors, the center is taken up with two long rows of shelves, and the right wall houses the stores the bulk food dispensers. At the front of the right side sits a lone cashier station, behind it someone has their feet propped up on the counter with a worn book covering their face. They don’t move to greet the men only flipping to the next page of the book. However the pup that sits in a fancy plush bed at the foot of the counter raises their head curiously. A very well loved cavalier spaniel huffs softly at their presumed owner as if chastising them for not greeting the customers before settling again.

One of the carts is pulled from the front of the store as the men start perusing the aisles. Robby takes note of the front window display next to the first refrigerator door, a very staged set up of handmade goods. He keeps moving following Abbot with the cart.

“The one with the blue cap is fresher. The ones with the green caps are from yesterday but they’re discounted, 25 percent off. Still good though.” Called from behind the counter is the cashier’s voice, their book now pulled down so their eyes are revealed, watching them. Abbots head whips around to the source of the comment. “Pardon me?”

Nodding and gesturing with the book the cashier speaks again. “The milk you’re holding the Callahans, our dairy suppliers, do different cap colors every day of the week. Rainbow order, blue caps means it’s Friday.” Returned to the fridge is the milk bottle with the green cap exchanged for a blue capped bottle. In thanks Abbot gives a nod back, “good heads up.”

Humming softly the cashier returns to their book as the men continue to shop. Making their way around the store they continue to fill their cart, only soft debates about what products to buy. Eventually they round the store to the bulk section, back in view of the cashier. Who has now abandoned the book completely in favor of watching the men. Robby sneaks a glance at the cashier whose face is now fully revealed to them. A pretty young woman sits with her chin resting on the palm of her hand elbow on the counter. Abbot hasn’t gotten a look at her yet as he reads an ingredient list for granola.

“That stuff is delicious, Marjorie makes it fresh down the road in the bakery twice a week. Family recipe she says…” The cashier glances conspiratorially at the store entrance before leaning closer voice lowering in a mock whisper. “Between you and I though, I think it’s just the recipe from behind the Quaker Oats box that she jazzes up.”

Robby and Abbot glance at each other then back at the cashier. Chatty girl is a shared thought between the glance. Yet Abbot smiles picking up one of the small paper bags starting to fill it with the aforementioned high praised granola. “You seem to know a lot about what goes on here, take it you’re a long time resident?” Jack muses languidly in response. Robby stifles a grin turning his head to the side as he knows his partner is appeasing the young girl.

Undeterred she perks up at the reply seemingly eager to have someone entertaining her quips. “Oh only my entire life, my daddy owns the place figure it’d be rude to run out on him after he so graciously raised me and all.”

Pretty girl… Daddy… Hmm…

Another glance is shared between the newcomers. Men are still men at the end of the day.

Robby clears his throat, “Well you and your dad must be pretty close if you think that way. Most kids can’t wait to get away from their parents.”

Tilting her head back and forth as if considering then giving a relenting nod, “Yeahhh… he’s okay.” She’s grinning despite it, lots of love there obviously.

“Anyway you two must be the ones renting the Talbots place for a few months, just past their ranch but before the woods.” Not a question, but stated as a fact from the cashier.

Brows are raised in surprise from the men before Jack speaks this time. “You must know everything that goes on around here.”

Moving her book off the counter to clear space for groceries as the men near with their full shopping cart. “Mmhm, Mrs. Talbot has been ecstatic since you booked. Called me a bit ago when you got in, I believe the words ‘strapping’ and ‘devilishly handsome’ were used.”

Faintly flushed cheeks adorn both the men’s faces as she starts scanning the chosen products, expertly packing them away into waiting paper bags.

“Oh really?” Robby takes the bait this time.

A nod as she turns the screen around displaying their total awaiting their payment taking them in up close. “Really really, and you know what? Guess her eyesight isn’t that bad after all.”

She holds out a receipt, “Pleasure doing business with you Michael and Jack.”

Masking their surprise but not that well from the perceptive cashier, the bolder of the two, Jack. Turns the charm back on the girl, “And do we get to know your name pretty girl?”

Bright laughter fills the air before she gives her name with an unabashed grin.

Nods from both the men in acknowledgement, “Well that’s certainly one we’ll want to remember.” Robby answers as they collect the hefty paper bags.

“The only one in town can’t be too hard.” Calls the girl as the pair makes their way to the door. They both laugh this time, Jack holds the door turning his head “Well if the first impression wasn’t memorable enough the names gotta stick right?”

It’s her turn to laugh now as the men take their leave. Bells on the door chime again barely disguising what she says next. “What do you think Honeybee? They’re hot right?”

The dog rolls over tummy up unconcerned with her owners appraisals of attractiveness, and more concerned with belly rubs. An over dramatic sigh is heard as the girl slips from her stool to crouch next to the dog giving into the demands scratches. “And they say I’m spoiled.”

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“Is she really your wife?” And “does she like ice cream?” Got me real good 😫. Whittaker is trying to figure out if he can ply Robby’s wife with ice cream to see how to get on his good side. They are def not calmed down, they’re all going to suggest calling child life services at any minor inconvenience and try to sneak away up there to go spy on the Mrs. Robby 🙂‍↕️

Similar to how everyone is comparing Robby to price, and how everyone loves the secret wife trope for price. I have thoughts abt the secret wife trope for Robby.

So imagine Robby having a wife that no one on his team knows any not even an inkling except for Evans. One day Robby is having a really rough time with a child patient, nobody can get this six year old to calm down for a relatively minor procedure. Not even mom or dad so someone calls the child life specialist team to help out. Few minutes later the prettiest lady (in very form fitting colorful scrubs) whirls into the ER with an arm full of bright toys and trinkets clearly on a mission. She speaks to Evans for a moment before heading over to the room with the kid. Pausing outside of the door for a moment she knocks then opens with a smile and a soft greeting to the parents as she explains what she’s there for. With their permission she approaches the crying six year old and starts talking in a soothing voice full of understanding. After a bit she’s able to work her magic calming the kiddo down, plying them with trinkets as she explains what Dr. Robby is going to do. As she continues to distract the kid she makes an almost unnoticeable signal to the doctor that he can start his procedure. From there they work as a team silently communicating, Robby giving her a heads up when he’s about to do something so she can up the distractions. After he’s done all staff clear out of the room to let the kid rest with their parents. Dr. Robby hangs back to chat with the child life specialist as the some of the team watches from central. He’s never this interested or this nice to other staff not on his team. They’re standing really close and Robby’s smiling and laughing in a way so unlike the doctor. Someone points out the specialist has an engagement and wedding ring so he better watch out. Before leaving the specialist slips a lollipop into Robby’s chest pocket patting his chest. He grabs the hand pressing a kiss to the back of it then watch’s her walk off looking almost lovestruck. The team’s jaws are dropped as he makes his way back over, they’re whisper yelling at him making a big commotion before he sighs in a long suffering way. Scrubbing a hand over his face before muttering “can’t a man kiss his wife in peace.”

(Side note, child life specialists work in hospital or medical settings to help children and their families prepare/adjust for different procedures and whatnot. Such as distracting them when doing blood work, helping with PT, providing support for siblings of sick kids, etc. can you tell this is a big area of interest for me lol.)

Stop this is so cute and the secret wife trope is perf!! So John Price coded!!! and thank you for the explanation bc I didn't know about this!! <3 are you interested in this field!!

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“WIFE??!!”

The reaction is instant. Langdons' puppy eyes and pout make Robby sigh, already knowing what’s coming.

“How come I didn’t know?? Did you guys know??” He said looking around. “I thought we were friends!!” He pouts out, looking more and more like a disgruntled pup.

“I knew!” Dana snickers out, watching the fallout.

“Not helping Dana” Robby’s ears and neck turn red as he’s overrun with questions by his students -

“How did you two meet??”

“More importantly what’s her name!”

“How old is she!”

“She’s so pretty is she really your wife”

“Yeah did you scare her into marrying you?”

“Does she like ice cream?”

Everyone stops to stare at Whitaker. “What!! It’s a valid question… she had ice cream stickers”, he whispers out.

“Alright alright everyone back to work please. we still have paitents and six hours to go. So go go!” Robby orders out, as they’ve finally calmed down. God help him

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Oaky okay but imagine this-

Everyone knows Soaps a little unhinged. He’s the definition of “match my freak and then out freak me”

His team know it, the base knows it, the Mail-man knows it. Heck, even Mrs.bloom, their deaf and blind 90 year neighbor down the road knows it.

But when he learns Reader is even more a freak then he is?!? Pure chaos and mayhem. God help task force 141 because now they’re two of them.

Better yet if reader isn’t part of the 141, if reader isn’t part of the military at all🙂‍↕️

Just one day Soap comes in grinning like a cat who got the cream and all the boys know somethings up. But none of them dare ask least Soap divulge all the explicit details of his latest escapade to the entire base. Yet the man is radiating a certain energy all day, one that says “ask me ask me ask me”. It all comes to a head when poor Gaz goes out with Soap for a drink after work. Liquor loose lips sink ships… that’s how it goes right? Well in this case it does because after a few drinks, much to Gaz’s dismay, the Scotsman is setting the scene for something even a pornstar would clutch their pearls at. Gaz tries to tune most of it out, unfortunately he’s more of a gossip than he likes to admit. Soon the conversation is sounding like “…pulled your hair… yes I know the hawk…”, “I thought that mark was from training, no way she did that…”, “your girl has a collection of what!?!”, “…I think that’s illegal Soap…”

None of this is kept under wraps from their superiors for long. Especially with the way Soap is flaunting new marks each one a bit higher than the last. All pushing the boundaries of what’s appropriate in the workplace but also maybe anywhere. Ghost will never admit to it but he’s certain he saw a bite mark on Soaps back in the locker room one day. The stares from others are enough for Soap to start talking about his ‘wee bonnie’ a feisty thing apparently if the scratch marks down the backs of his arms don’t speak a thousand words. All of these stories have left his Captain, Lieutenant, and sweet Gaz with an image of a certain kind of woman in their heads…

On a trip to the pub where Soap is surprisingly absent, yet not absent from the topic of discussion. As the rest of the men try to discern what Soaps latest bird must look like and how much longer they’ll last. Suddenly a certain shaved head catches the Captains attention. Without saying a word Price gestures to where Soap is standing at the bar, his arm wrapped around the waist of the most darling little thing. Innocent eyes that sparkle as she whispers something into Soaps ear that gets her a hearty chuckle and a soft kiss to the forehead.

Well you know some people move on quick. Price makes a sharp low whistle unmistakeable to his men as Soap whips his head around. Grinning when his eyes catch on his teammates suddenly Soap is guiding the girl he’s with over. Whatever bird he’s caught is a little wide eyed as Soap starts introducing her. “Aye this is my wee bonnie, the bitey one.”

A manicured hand is quickly slapped against his chest but Soap is unabashed.

(This one ran away from me for sure idk what this is 😫)

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Imagine reader making the bunnies these in the shifter!au!!! I feel like Simon would low key love it 🥹🤧 soley because reader made it for him 💗

Yes yes yes!!! And then wait for it…

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…matching ones for when they’re human 🙂‍↕️. Simon and John only wear theirs around the property sometimes. And only bc reader noticed they never wore them and started to cry bc silly brain took over and thought they didn’t like the bunny hats that were made special for them. Johnny however wears his with pride everywhere telling people his bonnie made it for him. Kyle only trades his regular baseball caps out for his bunny hat when it’s cold. But otherwise keeps it tucked away in a safe spot. 🥰🐰💕

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Imagine this in our farm AUs garden!!! I feel like Kyle and reader would practically live in something like this!

You know what, our fyps must be synced bc I literally saw this earlier!

Honestly it does kinda look like a dream though, my first thought was curling up with a blanket in there and reading. That plus cuddling with a bunny or chicken, heaven! I can see Kyle and reader having a parallel play situation going on in there, one’s reading one’s crocheting/crafting. Can also see pouting from the porch door bc his lovies are hanging out without him. But John and Ghost are def sneaking in little decorations and furniture pieces they know reader and Kyle with like. Reader goes out there to craft one day and there’s a cute new pillow on their chair🥰

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buying him time

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🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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I’m seated. The theater employees are scared and asking me to leave because the book is not even out yet much less the movie but I’m simply too seated

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The only thing I know about sunrise on the reaping is that someone is out there getting pregnant with the zygote that will become Finnick Odair and personally I think that's beautiful

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getting fingered in a carriage with the curtains wide open as they ride through the street, the driver pretending he can't hear the excessively loud moaning, set to an instrumental rendition of give me everything by pitbull was peak bridgerton. absolutely perfect 10/10 that's what i signed up for

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were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? were you writing a book? were you a sleeper-cell spy? in fifty years will all this be declassified? and you'll confess why you did it… and i'll say good riddance ’cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden…. I WOULD’VE DIED FOR YOUR SINS INSTEAD I JUST DIED INSIDE!!!!!!!!! AND YOU DESERVE PRISON BUT YOU WON’T GET TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL SLIDE INTO INBOXES AND SLIP THROUGH THE BARS YOU CRASHED MY PARTY IN YOUR RENTAL CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU SAID NORMAL GIRLS WERE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KICKED OUT THE STAGE LIGHTS BUT YOU’RE STILL PERFORMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………. and in the plain sight you hid……. and you are what you did…… and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive…. the smallest man who ever lived.

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tale as old as honey, a moment everybody knows History of Man (Maisie Peters) x The Prophecy (Taylor Swift)

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sketch2

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The moment Tigris tells Snow he looks like his father, my heart broke.

That's her Prim.

That's the child she took care of while being a child herself, stuck with an adult who couldn't care for them all that well. She tried so hard and sacrificed so much for the boy that despite all her love still turns into a monster.

Katniss's Prim dies, but Tigris' Prim destroys every part of the boy she raised, to the point she wants him dead and has nothing in her heart for him except absolute loathing.

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teehee

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Snow had a type and that type was beautiful lantin people with big brown eyes and bright souls, and he fumbled the bag with two of them so badly that he turned to facsim for comfort, and married his school bully.

He really said I gotta protect my peace by ruining everyone else’s.