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“What’s up with you, Starsky?” Hutch asks. “You are.” Starsky leaves for New York for ten days, and has an only slightly delayed realisation. Author’s Note: Originally published in SHarecon zine 2023 as ‘Take Me All The Way Home’, and betaed by Squares back then. Note on anachronisms: ‘Hollywood Nights’, which is referenced herein, didn’t actually come out until 4 years…
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FictionSlash FicSlash Hurt/ComfortSlash Me and TheeSlash Pre-SeriesSlash RomanceThe second time they sleep together, Hutch asks, “What do you want from me?” The third time they sleep together, something is wrong. Hutch takes something Starsky says the wrong way. It works out badly for both of them, until it doesn’t. Author’s Notes: *lets out a relieved sigh that lasts for about three weeks* I have been sitting…
Finding A Cure In You
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So the title is fairly self-explanatory on this one – I finished my first time watching with all the mentioned dates and times swarming my head, and was randomly doing calculations every time I wanted to reference something in a fic, until eventually I went ‘I could just… write these down’. So I did that, and I added and checked them as… -
So, confusingly I know, this has nothing to do with the official annual S&H Advent Calendar. Every year over on AO3 I write my own multi-fandom advent calendar of ficlets; last year’s involved a lot of S&H, so I figured I’d excerpt those chapters for over here. Inosculation A/N: They’re being queer and in love in the greenhouse (got called… -
Starsky hustles Hutch. Hutch lets himself be hustled (this time). A/N: Half of this was written in my head while at the dentist getting fillings. Do with that what you will. “See, the thing is,” Starsky says, leans over the pool table, and neatly breaks the racked balls. With a satisfying clatter, they scatter and roll—the 2 and 6… -
After Diana’s attack, Starsky takes Hutch home. A/N: Hello friends. Guess who rewatched Fatal Charm last night? Hutch is shaking in Starsky’s arms, trembling fast and minutely, like a guitar with its strings wound so tight that every touch threatens to snap them. Starsky remembers, starkly, Hutch’s beloved guitar smashed into pieces by Diana, and suddenly he cannot bear…