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Robby doesn't recognize the man until the third song, and by then the pressure in his Carharts is obscene. Jesse Van Horn is transformed under the dim neon of the bar. A twist of gray curls bounce against his forehead while his sticks skip over the lid of the snare. Smokey black eyeliner accentuates the slate of his stare, and Robby can't rip his eyes from him. He wants to know what those hands would be capable of against his skin.
Near the middle of the set, the band settles into a drifting, melodic song. Jesse keeps time almost casually, backing the vocalist with curling harmonies until the end, when the stage goes silent for the lead to finish the song a cappella. Jesse leans over to snag a water bottle and Robby is forced to watch as the line of his throat swallows over and over.
Robby becomes a groupie.
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“Like I said, I'm a confident man." Jack pushed his thumb into Robby's mouth. He opened obediently and sucked, eyes fluttering.
“You got an itch, baby?” Jack smiled sweet and dark. “It’s the curls, I knew it. Us silver foxes, we gotta stick together." He withdrew and traced the spit-damp finger down Robby's throat. Robby squirmed beneath him. "Should I pierce my nose, Robby? Is that what gets you hot?"
Robby makes a new friend.
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Robby salutes Langdon and the newest R1 as they fumble outside, then glances down the bar. It's just him and Jesse left.
For the prompt: robby and jesse are "it happened once after post shift beers"
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“I brought the oranges, coach.” Robby is wearing his mirror sunglasses that make him look cool, dangerous, and like he is trying a little too hard for a guy his age. Jack loves it.
He pats Jack on the shoulder and steps around to set up his lawn chair. He likes to sit a little off the sideline to have a good view of the whole field. He also likes to have a good view of his husband’s ass as he strides up and down the pitch. The weather is warming as Pittsburgh thaws into spring, and Jack unearthed athletic shorts from the back of the closet. It’s Robby’s favorite time of year.
Jack coaches his niece's peewee soccer team, the Jackalopes.
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Jack sighs. “No, man. I’m not your jailor. That’s not- Look, I will put you on my fucking back and carry you to the finish line. Your feet will never touch the ground.” He tips his head back and closes his eyes. “This is the part you have to do yourself. You have to walk over the line in your own shoes. But I’ll be at your side, okay? I won’t leave you behind.”
This is a recovery story
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After a disastrous Fourth of July shift, Robby does not go on the sabbatical he never planned, but the roof of a building.
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17 Feb 2026
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"Post-traumatic epilepsy (PTE), is a form of acquired epilepsy that results from brain damage caused by physical trauma to the brain. To be diagnosed with PTE, a person must have a history of head trauma and no history of seizures prior to the injury."
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03 Feb 2026
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"Whatever this was, it wasn’t an emergency." - Michael Robinavitch, having a medical emergency.
"This fucking guy." - Jack Abbot, leaving his shift to go get him.
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16 Jan 2026
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“Can I help? Please, I want— Let me help.”
It’s all too much, but his last three words prove to be Robby’s tipping point, pushing him finally and fully over the edge.
Desperate, jerky, he nods against Jack’s shoulder. He just barely manages to choke out, “Please,” and, “I’m so sorry,” before Jack shushes him.
“Don’t be sorry,” Jack says on repeat. “Don’t you be sorry, it’s okay. It’s all going to be okay, I got you, brother, alright? Neither of us is going anywhere without each other, I can promise you that.”
or: robby contemplates taking his own life after his last shift before his sabbatical. jack sees right through him.
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14 Jan 2026
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It’s the first time they’ve ever hugged, the two of them. Which is very strange, if you think about it. They have keys to each other’s houses, they’ve handed each other scalpels and beers and sleeping pills, Jack’s popped Robby’s shoulder back in its socket for fuck’s sake - but they’ve never hugged. And Jack hadn’t realized that, until this very moment.
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- Part 10 of Springsteen x The Pitt
Bookmarked by shadeofthetrees
07 Jan 2026

