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“Say you got married,” Robby found himself asking. “Would you wear your dress blues? Or civilian clothes?”
It had only been an idle thought, no different than any number of easy, directionless musings of the sort that often came over the two of them on mornings like this one, when no one had a shift to go to for at least thirty-six hours. Robby didn’t mean anything by it. But he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth, even before he saw the incredulous grin slide over Jack’s face.
“Say I got married?”
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11 Mar 2026
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Jack follows Robby home after Pitt Fest. Robby's got a hankering for a new tattoo.
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19 Jan 2026
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A challenge set by the author, for the author, to break out of writer's block. Fics are rough and barely edited, not beta'd, and are meant to be more of a creative exercise than a showcase of literary prowess. But the love of Springsteen is real and serious. Each individual fic is based on lyrics and/or vibes from a specific song, and may be expanded on in the future.
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04 Jan 2026
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"Wait, how long has it been exactly since you last had sex?"
On a night in, drinking beers and watching the game, Jack discovers that not only has Robby not got laid in nearly two years, but it's also been a long while since he's managed to get himself off with just his hand. Robby's problem is not being able to switch his brain off and enjoy the moment.
Jack decides to rectify that himself.
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08 Dec 2025
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Gifting someone a stethoscope at a milestone was very traditional, he knew, but some traditions should be observed. They kept you anchored to something greater than yourself. And this one was just...warm. Jack always thought of the people who'd given him his steths—Colonel Jacquemin, who'd gifted him his first Littmann when he finished residency, or Lizzie, who'd given him his current Littmann III when Adamson hired him as an attending. It was a reminder of the people who loved you, believed in you, helped you along the way, a physical token of those you carried with you.
Sure, maybe it wasn't exactly Jack's place to give one to Robby, more properly the domain of family or mentors. If Adamson had lived to retire, he would've gifted Robby a steth to celebrate his promotion, Jack was sure. Robby's family was gone, so that wasn't an option, and Jack would be damned if Robby's elevation to one of the highest posts in their field would go uncelebrated.
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05 Dec 2025