peg22: (happy starsky)
So I went to work with the wife today and wrote this little ditty for the Me&Thee 100 challenge. I probably watched I Love You Rosey Malone a thousand times. Still one of the only girls I like to see Starsky with.(for a minute and a half, no longer)  I know, cheesy I am. Also love the outtakes for this ep. Went to this park when I lived in L.A.. I don't know - I just like the ep.

It's also posted at Me&Thee 100. It's a double drabble. Indubitably.

Santa Rosa
by Kaye

Some days he still thinks about her. Wonders if she’s happy. If she’s safe. Alive. Typed her name in Facebook. Knew she wouldn’t be there. Protected still. Huggy asked him once if he had any regrets. Sitting in a booth after three whiskeys and a close call, just a year away from retirement. Hutch had answered for him. Started singing Malaguena Salerosa, tapping on the table. He denied it, but Huggy knew. “Torch still smokin’ for the mobster’s daughter?”

He chalked it up to confusion and lust and youth. Huggy rolled his eyes and Hutch shut him up by sticking his tongue down his throat. The rest of the night remained a very fuzzy memory in a very good way.

Still, sometimes when he’s driving, or standing in line at the market, he thinks about her. Maybe because he never got to make it right. Because he’d lost himself. Scared himself. But he remembers how it had also been his first glance at a future with someone. She’d cracked open his heart and chased him into that future. Where Hutch now stood, chopping leafy green weeds and calling it supper.

Yeah, some days he still thinks about her.

peg22: (lovelooksh)










Was inspired today by the post of the lovely pics of The Committee episode by [livejournal.com profile] nancys_soul.


Title: Good Cop
Drabble
Author: Kaye
PG
S/H
Mention of The Committee and Snowstorm.


Drabbles are hard . . . )

peg22: (gillian hug)

So I enjoyed all the discussion this weekend about Laura's Something to Talk About vid and how peeps were so surprised there was so much on-screen slashiness and I just sat back and thought, well yes, that's why I have a hard time with all the other shows, trying to force some slash into them . . .

so this little ditty is what came up. I was actually trying to write a drabble for ME and THEE 100. Kind of an overreach I would say . . .
it's for Laura, whose vid is so awesome and a perfectly perfect example to show the world why OUR BOYS are the BEST.
And also inspired by silver chipmunk and her cat walking and also for the Hawaii Five O episode tonight, whose previews harken me back to other boys and other plagues and poisons and wringing of hands . . .

TItle: We'll Give Em Something To Talk About
Author: Kaye
RP Fic
David/Paul
Rated R
Set in the present and also during the shooting of "Gillian"


 

a little mystery to figure out . . . )
peg22: (lovelooksh)

Showmance
by Kaye

Told during the filming of Snowstorm. Fufills both the spotted dog and barrier prompt - oh and the beer one too.
First time. First time I wrote them at the first time. First time for everything I guess.

For Sue - because she asked and she kicks ass.


 

I didn't see any spotted dog . . . )


peg22: (shiny hutch)




So Sue requested a "transcripted missing scene" from Survival. So here it tis.
It's crack.
It's RPS.
It's present and past tense.
It mentions John Quade, who played the nasty Vic Humphries in all his icky glory. RIP.

 

Turtlenecks are so 1976 . . . )



peg22: (bestst/hug)

I owe her from a hundred years ago when she wanted a Starsky/Huggy drabble. And so it started out all dark and dirty and because it is the ides of July and because it is a glorious summer day, it turned out a little schmaltzy . . .

It's Starsky/Huggy, Starsky/Hutch. maybe a little Hutch/Sweet Alice . . .
 Hope you like it SUE!!!!



I Pity the Poor Fool . . . )
peg22: (shtorso)


So I'm off trying to write a Hawkeye/BJ drabble for[info]thayln  . . . and a Starsky/Huggy one for 
dipslikeramon . . . when of course the original boys (O'Brien and Rafferty to those in the know . . .) butt right in and force me to write a little snip ALL ABOUT THEM . . . 
I'm starting to think they just like me to write them in the closet . . .

 

 

Five Little Words . . . )



And after this regularly unscheduled break, I am back to Korea and The Pits . . . Swear!!!
  

peg22: (madstarsky)

So I was up in the middle of the night, contemplating the House finale, PMS, and the end of the world via SPN, and this came hurtling out through a very angsty Starsky, who can ruminate Hutch under a table if he really puts his mind to it. Which he did. This took forever. And it's still not right. Which, I think, is precisely Starsky's point . . .

And you thought Hutch was the buzzkill . . . )
peg22: (hutchandtorino)

 . . . because I was bored and I am tired of thinking of family things and school things and how do we carve out a future and what does that mean and blah blah blah blah . . . so I strapped on some nail scraping Hutch angst and had some fun. It's here at the meandthee drabble site. Which I hope maintains the goodness of the drabble form - which when done right (am bias, but ahem Susan) takes a hundred words and spreads them out into a thousand possibilities . . .

http://community.livejournal.com/me_and_thee_100/14325.html
peg22: (happy starsky)

So here's the rest. Get well soon, [livejournal.com profile] callistosh65 or I'm going to have to dust off even more old chestnuts . . . or start some odd crossover with Dean and Sam and Sam Tyler and Starsky and Mulder and Bodie . . . 

wherein Huggy fixes everything . . . as usual )
peg22: (happy starsky)

This little fic has been around for a while - a long while. But [livejournal.com profile] callistosh65  and her need for recuperative stories has prompted me to finish.
It's S/H . . . eventually
It's rated R
It's kinda fluffy
It was one of my WIPs . . . one down, many many to go . . .

Get well soon, my girly girl!




Starsky really needs a hobby . . . )
peg22: (bestst/hug)

I committed flashslash as well (Laura you'd better copyright that) . . .

But it turned into Starsky/ Huggy . . . don't ask me why.

Here tis for any takers. It took me about 15 minutes, actually. Susan hates me for writing fast. I hate her for writing perfect. So there.

http://community.livejournal.com/flashslash/153038.html?#cutid1

Happy Saturday, y'all . . .
peg22: (laughingsh)
 So I started tossing lines at Susan, kind of what Hutch REALLY thinks about Starsky moving in and she told me to "go write that down right now" so I did. 

Takes place some time AFTER hers 
(found here: http://sjames-centre.livejournal.com/36593.html)

It's more than a double drabble - well, because Hutch does tend to go on and on and on and on . . .

peg22: (hutchangst)




Well, I'm up to my eyeballs in RL stuff, 
but couldn't help dribbling out this little pick me up of a drabble. HA!

It's post SR
It's dreadfully desolate if I say so myself
It's gonna make me write more crack

But really, isn't it the most fun EVER to make Hutch suffer????



 

peg22: (laughingsh)
 

So in honor of  mashfanficchick and kimberlyfdr and their mini SH con - where I know Kimberly is massively pimping  all of her gorgeous SH gems - I thought I'd do a litle retro-crack. Since they're watching Season 4 and since Season 4 is where (IMO) the thin layer separating our heroes from their RL counterparts shredded into a thousand pieces of confetti ( I mean, have you seen Starsky Vs Hutch?), then that's where it starts. 

That and the little comment on Me&Thee about what Paul was allegedly doing during this shot:



(Actually I was cleaning and found an old cassette of a phone call that was intercepted by some British blokes who are almost as snarky as our boys . . . and I transcribed it.)

 

 

 

 

 

peg22: (shtorso)

So due to popular demand and my own need for some smutty goodness (seriously, I don't know what came over me), here is the sequel of sorts to the  two snips of the past week.



It's slash
It's sex
It's baked goods and blow jobs. 
It's the boys being . . . well, boys.
It''s way longer than I anticipated - snerk.

Here are the links for the two pieces that inspired this one. 
Thanks to all who wanted more. Good idea. Really good idea.

Starsky's Rant:  http://peg22.livejournal.com/19728.html

Ken Hutchinson - The Original Emo Boy: http://peg22.livejournal.com/20132.html#cutid1


And onto the big finish . . . so to speak.


 
peg22: (hutchangst)
Okay, so because behind all the love and respect and desire, these boys are COMPETITIVE!

Hutch's answer to Starsky's Rant . . . 
Which can't really be called Hutch's Rant because he doesn't really rant - he ruminates.


peg22: (madstarsky)



It's a 10 minute thing. That turned into about 20 minutes . . .
I just couldn't get Starsky's voice out of my head. 
Seriously, that man can go on and on - especially about Hutch.




peg22: (laughingsh)
  . . . I figured Starsky was my go to guy.  Isn't he always?

It's just a little snip. It's happy. It's older guys. It made me feel better.
And Hutch liked it too.

Title: Nobody But You
Author: Kaye
Slash
PG

peg22: (cl)

Thanks for the first sentence, Susan - bastard girl! You knew I couldn't resist that one!
This was done between commercials and Skittles and Spiderman.  Forgive me.




Stereotypes

By Kaye

 

“He’s Cagney, I’m Lacey.” Starsky pants, tugs the handcuffs from his bra, and shoves Tiny against the Torino. He opens his purse, pulls out his gun and waves it towards me.

 

“Hold this, will ya?”  He’s breathing hard from running in six inch heels.

 

I lost my own stilettos two blocks back. I try to rip off my wig, which gets stuck on my earring – big and gold and hoopy  - and lose my grip on Rags, who skirts away, flipping me the bird, singing “fucking faggot cops” as he disappears into the alley.

 

“Fucking Vice.” I reach for the gun from Starsky and turn to chase after Rags, but a squad car blares around the corner and squeals to a stop in front of us.

 

“You girls need some help?” Manny Campos leans out the window.

 

“Yeah, if you can quit staring at my legs, asshole – Rags just went into the alley.”

 

“I’m actually staring at Cagney’s tits over there. Nice tits, Cagney.”

 

Starsky reaches into his dress, grabs a tit and zips it at Manny’s head. “He’s Cagney, I’m Lacey.”

 

I limp over, pat Starsky on the back, and gently tuck his other boob back into his bra.

fin

 

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