Category: Fic

Day 6: Reddit Post r/malefashionadvice* Need Advice on How to Help My Partner Dress Better by Nicoltyler

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

Posted by TheFashionablePartner34. Found on reddit by Nicoltyler

* a subreddit on Reddit for men to seek fashion advice

Ok you all, I have a serious need, and could really use some help.

I’m (M34), and my partner (M34) is a cop. We’ve worked together for years, and he used to look like he stepped off the cover of GQ—always sharp and stylish. But lately, his fashion sense has taken a serious nosedive, and it’s driving me nuts.

He’s started wearing baggy clothes that look two sizes too big for him, and he’s grown a mustache. Some days, the mustache looks nice and even a bit sexy (not that I’m into him that way or anything). But 90 percent of the time, it’s ungroomed, scraggly, and just plain awful.

The worst part is the bowling shirts. We don’t even bowl, but that’s all he wears now. These shirts are loud, tacky, and look like they were pulled from the back of a discount bin. He used to have such great taste, and I can’t figure out what happened. It’s like he’s given up on looking good.

I really hate his new look, and it’s hard to see someone who used to be so stylish turn into a fashion disaster. He used to wear well-fitted suits, crisp dress shirts, and stylish shoes. His hair was always perfectly groomed, and he took pride in his appearance. Now, it’s like he’s a completely different person, and it’s affecting how I see him both personally and professionally.

To make matters worse, his change in appearance is impacting our work. People used to take him seriously because he looked the part of a competent, put-together cop. Now, I feel like we’re not getting the same respect. It’s affecting our dynamic, and I miss the days when we both looked sharp and professional.

I want to tell him that his fashion sense sucks, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings or come off as a jerk. I care about him a lot and want to help him get back to his old self. I’m not sure how to approach this without causing tension between us.

Does anyone have any advice on how to approach this? Should I be direct or try a more subtle approach? Maybe suggest a shopping trip or give him some new clothes as a gift? I just want to help him dress better and maybe find out why he changed his style so drastically.

Thanks in advance for any ideas!

– TheFashionablePartner34

Day 6: Met by Moonlight by babs

He could hear people talking over the sound of the oxygen going into his body, the beeps of the monitors, the harsh rasp of his breathing.

Starsky opened his eyes to see two shadowy figures in his hospital room, suddenly afraid Death had come to carry him off. He wasn’t ready to die. Not when he knew he loved Hutch. Not when a whole world of possibility had opened itself. Just a few short days ago, Hutch cuddled in bed with him, Huggy and Dobey sat by his bedside, and they laughed and toasted Starsky’s move from the ICU to a regular floor. But now he lay struggling and fevered from an infection that no medicine seemed to be able to fight.

“You’ll be able to do it? Twenty-four hours.”

“You know I will, my man. This’ll be child’s play.”

He knew those voices. Hutch, Huggy. His vision blurred, whether from tiredness or tears, he didn’t know. He struggled to take yet another breath. He had heard the worry in his doctors’ voices—he knew he stood at a crossroads between Death and Life. And even though he wanted to choose Life, Death seemed to be getting the upper hand in this battle. Continue reading “Day 6: Met by Moonlight by babs”

Day 6: A Trip to the Mall by Lilibet

Notes: Originally written in my head for the Starsky/Hutch the Original bRomance (slash ship) Twenty Minute Fic Challenge Prompt Words: box and train. Finally, actually written months later.

Starsky and Molly had just come out of Peaches, each carrying a shopping bag. Molly, still a little bit in her rebellion stage, had gotten Iron Maiden, the first album by the band of the same name. She had to explain to Starsky that they were a new British heavy metal band. Starsky didn’t want to admit how old that made him feel; he’d never even heard of Iron Maiden. Starsky picked up something a little more subdued that he knew both he and Hutch would enjoy, Billy Joel’s latest, Glass Houses.

Since first meeting Molly a little over four years ago, Starsky and Hutch had made a point of staying in regular contact with her, or as regularly as their jobs allowed. They’d both felt a little obligated to try to provide her with a father figure. She’d always been comfortable with their relationship, often joking that she was the only girl in school with two dads, neither of which were actually her dad.

As Molly had gotten older, their semi-regular monthly outings had changed. While they still got in a few Dodger games each season, the visits to get ice cream had now been replaced with her insisted trips to the mall, much to Hutch’s chagrin.

“Dave, do we have time to go to Spencer’s before we meet Hutch for lunch?”

Starsky leaned over the third-floor railing, looking down at the agreed upon meeting spot on the second level. “I don’t think so; Hutch is already waiting for us.”

Molly peered over, too. “Man, does he look miserable. You think he’s been sitting there this whole time? Why does he even come if he hates it so much?”

Starsky glanced at Molly, then gazed back at the blond love of his life. “Give him a break, Molls. He does it for you. He knows if he didn’t come with me to see you here, he wouldn’t get to see you. That’s what you do for the people you love.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “God, when did you get so mushy! You sound like Hutch.”

Just then a teenaged boy carrying a giant boombox on his shoulder sat down next to Hutch on the bench. Molly and Starsky could hear the bass thumping from where they stood.

And they could both see Hutch turn and glare at the boy.

“Oh, this is going to be hilarious! Hutch is gonna shit a fuckin’ brick.”

He wasn’t really fazed by her language, but figured he should at least mention it, before they found themselves called in to talk to her principal. “Easy on the language there, kiddo.” He’d not taken his eyes off Hutch, and he could now see the tell-tale signs of agitation—the bouncing knee, the drumming fingers, and the deepening furrow between his brow.

“We better save Spencer’s for after lunch and go rescue him.”

Molly stomped her foot a little and whined, hoping to sway Starsky her way. “Aw, come on Dave. He won’t let us go after lunch. Won’t he just get up and move?”

“I’ve trained him well. He’ll stay there till his death if that’s where I told him to meet us.”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth that their unique connection was made; Hutch looked up and immediately met Starsky’s eyes without first looking anywhere else. Starsky grinned as Hutch rolled his eyes, with a nod to his left. This was followed by a slight chin raise. Starsky answered him with a slight head nod of his own.

“Come on, short stuff. We’re meeting him up at Sbarro’s.” Starsky turned and started towards the escalator just as Hutch stood up and did the same.

Molly stood for a moment with her mouth open, before catching up with Starsky. “You got all that from a head nod. You two are weird.”

Starsky grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently before letting go. “Molly, never forget. Hutch is weird. I’m cool.”

Day 7: Sometimes, You Have to See for Yourself by Shell007

It’s my last day off recovering from an injury, and I’ve planned a nice meal for when Starsky comes in after his day at work. Just as I close the fridge, the phone starts to ring. It’s probably Starsky checking up on me, yet again.

“Hutch?” Noises from the hospital scream out over Dobey’s voice.

“Is he okay?”

“His… he’ll be okay.” Dobey’s hesitation caught my attention. “We couldn’t contact you, but he’s better now.” Continue reading “Day 7: Sometimes, You Have to See for Yourself by Shell007”

Day 7: Reasons by Elizabeth Lowry

 

Colby enlisted, which is a crazy to me, but he says he can make more money in the military and get more action quicker and that’s okay, it’s his life.

The Academy isn’t easy, but it’s no worse than Basic. It’s all based on breaking you down then building you back up again, or at least that’s the plan. Some guys break easy and are gone in half a minute. Others break like they want you to and swallow everything they’re given and become good little recruits. Then there are a few who act like they’ve been broken, but really have such a strong core they just absorb the abuse and learn the regulations and come out as people who know when to follow the rules and when not.

Me, I got called Jew Boy so often growing up and so often in the Army that by the time I got to the Academy you might as well have called me Sue Boy. (I always liked that song.) Continue reading “Day 7: Reasons by Elizabeth Lowry”

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”