Category: Slash

Day 8: Reddit Post [AITAH]* For Taking Money and Leaving Without Saying Anything? by Nicoltyler

An S/H Present Tense story that brings Bay City characters into the present.

Posted by ShadowWriter28. Found on reddit by Nicoltyler

* Am I the Ass Hole

Hey, I’ll try to keep this short, because I don’t have a lot of time, but here you go.

I’m (F28) in a bit of a complicated situation and could use some outside perspective.

So here’s the deal: I work as a journalist, but that’s just a cover. I’m actually a high-end escort. My boyfriend, let’s call him “Blondie” (M32), is a cop and has a partner, “Curly” (M32), who he’s really, really close to. I think they might be sleeping together, but don’t take my word for it.

The problem started when Curly found out about my real job. I have no idea how he found out since I’ve been super careful, but these days, anything can be discovered online. Curly sent me a long email saying he knew, and I was terrified he was going to tell Blondie.

Instead, Curly showed up at my house with $28,253.15, his life savings, and told me to take it and start a boutique somewhere.

1: How did he know where I live and 2: I’m not sure where he got the idea I wanted to open my own shop—maybe Blondie told him that, who knows.

The truth is, I want to be a famous journalist, not open a boutique. But $28,253.15 is a lot of money, so I took it. Now I feel guilty for lying to Blondie about my job, for taking Curly’s money, and for planning to leave without saying anything. I don’t plan on telling Blondie the truth, and I leave tomorrow after I tell my boss to stuff it.

Am I the asshole for taking the money and leaving without saying anything?

Thanks for any advice.

– ShadowWriter28

Day 8: I Look in the Mirror and I See Scars by Kath Moonshine

Monday, October 31, 1977

For two weeks I’d been expecting it. Was surprised it took so long.

It started as a sniffle. Starsk took a sharp right and fishtailed into a closed self-serve carwash, pulling into the dark bay so that no one would see him lose his shit over a man he loved like a father. A gay man so deep in the closet Starsky never knew it until it was too late to ask questions. To understand.

The storm hits. Starsky clutches me tight. Tears soak my collar as he gasps John’s name. After what feels like forever, a hiccup signals the end is near, and I shift enough to snag a stack of napkins from the glove box, leftover from our lunch at Red’s Hot Dogs. He dries his face, blows his nose, wads up the napkins, and throws them out the window.

“You ever been with a man, Hutch?” Starsky asks, his voice husky with tears.

It didn’t even occur to me to lie.

“Yeah.” Continue reading “Day 8: I Look in the Mirror and I See Scars by Kath Moonshine”

Day 9: A Long Strange Trip by Daisy Morgan

This is the first chapter of a WIP. It takes place at the end of the Satan’s Witches tag.

Sunday

“Starsky, look, I can have the car packed and we can get out of here by nightfall, huh?”

“Says nature boy pining for the city.” All of a sudden, my nature-loving partner decided he’d rather be anywhere but up here at Pine Lake.

“After what we went through with those weirdos last night, my vacation is ruined!”

“Shh…”

“What?”

“Fish.” Hutch was gonna scare ’em away if he didn’t start keeping his trap shut. “The only thing that’s ruining your vacation are these ten happy, fat trout.”

“Oh come on!”

“The only thing you caught was an allergy.” Continue reading “Day 9: A Long Strange Trip by Daisy Morgan”

Day 10: The Forest for the Trees by LilyK

Starsky slowly walked beside his partner down the deserted hallway of the precinct at 3 a.m. They were both dead on their feet. Starsky scrubbed at his dry eyes. All he wanted was a quick shower and twelve hours’ sleep. The kidnapping case they’d wrapped up two hours ago had been successful, but the preceding forty-eight hours he and Hutch had spent tracking down the twelve-year-old kid had sapped every ounce of strength they’d had. A quick glance over at Hutch, and Starsky knew Hutch was as beat as he was. His face was pale, drawn, and his eyes blood-shot.

“My place? It’s closer?” Starsky said. He gave Hutch a half-hearted smile and an elbow to his ribs. “You walking in your sleep?”

Hutch opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when a loud voice echoed down the deserted corridor.

“Detective Sergeant David Starsky, you are under arrest.” Continue reading “Day 10: The Forest for the Trees by LilyK”

Day 10: Reddit Post [Advice] I’m in Love with My Partner and I Don’t Know What to Do by Nicoltyler

An S/H Present Tense story that brings Bay City characters into the present.

Posted by CopConfused36 – 3 days ago. Found on reddit by Nicoltyler

Hi, I’m not sure if this is the right place, but I wasn’t sure where else to turn.

Me (M36) and my partner (also M36) are both cops. We’ve been through a lot together over the years, but recently, things have gotten really complicated, and I could use some advice.

About six months ago, my partner was shot in our police parking garage by a really bad guy. He nearly died, and it’s been a long road to recovery. During his recuperation, I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay physically and emotionally. We’ve grown even closer during this time, but now that he’s about to come back to work, things have gotten tense.

We’ve been arguing a lot lately, especially about him returning to duty. I think it is because I’m terrified of losing him again. The thought of him getting hurt or worse is more than I can handle.

A week ago, we had a massive fight. It was about him coming back to being a cop, and things got really heated. He finally demanded to know why I was so against his return. In the heat of the moment, I blurted out, “Because I love you.” It was like the words just spilled out before I could stop them.

He didn’t say anything immediately, and the silence stretched on. I started to panic and eventually just left. Since then, I’ve been avoiding him. He’s been calling, texting, emailing, and trying to FaceTime, but I haven’t responded. I’m scared he’s going to tell me he wants a new partner, that he doesn’t feel the same way, or even worse, that he wants me out of his life altogether.

To give you more context, my partner and I have always had a deep bond. We trust each other with our lives, and this near-death experience brought us even closer. During his recovery, I realized my feelings for him were more than just friendship. I fell in love with him, in a way that goes beyond just pals. Like wanting to kiss him and spend the rest of my life with him kinda love.

Now, with him coming back to work, I’m scared. I’m scared of losing him to the dangers of the job, and I’m scared of losing him because of my feelings. I don’t know if he feels the same way, and that uncertainty is eating me alive. When I blurted out my confession, I hoped for some sign, any sign, that he might feel the same. But his silence was crushing.

I don’t know what to do. Should I face him and talk it out, risking whatever he might say? Or is it better to keep my distance and wait for him to make the first move? I’m really torn and could use some advice on how to handle this situation.

Thanks in advance for any help.

–CopConfused36