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myveryownfanfiction · 5 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

there were little fake Christmas trees everywhere in camp. Father mulchaey was stringing up popcorn strands anywhere he could. Radar was playing Christmas music over the speakers. Trapper had already gotten his Christmas care package from home. Frank was whining about the midnight mass already and the only person left listening was Margret. Hawkeye had invited me to the swamp to help decorate and go through the care package his father had sent over but I was starting to think of ways to get out of it.

“(Y/N), Hawkeye is looking for you.” Radar said as I paused outside post op. I nodded. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah radar.” I smiled at him. “Just been a long day.” I ran a hand down my face and nodded at him. I made my way to the swamp, hands buried in my pockets. I knocked on the door and Hawkeye opened the door, smiling happily at me.

“hi.” He said softly. He missed me before letting me in. “Package is on trappers bed.” I nodded before taking a seat and rubbing my eyes. Hawkeye went to grab the care package before staring at me. “Everything alright?”

“you’re the second person to ask me that today.” I mumbled as I laid back. Hawkeye took a seat next to me, box forgotten on the floor at our feet. “I’m alright. Just exhausted. And feeling like this year couldn’t be any less christmasy.” I felt Hawkeye rub my leg.

“I know what you mean. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not seeing snow.” Hawkeye whispered. “And all the decorations don’t do anything to help.” I nodded and Hawkeye laid down next to me, head pressed against mine. “What can I do to make you feel better?” I shrugged and turned to look at him. Hawkeye wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Just wait for this to pass and make sure I don’t get worse.” I offered. Hawkeye nodded and kissed me.

“I can do that.” He said before pulling me up. “In the meantime let’s see what dad sent.” I nodded and helped him open the package. I was surprised to find items in the package for me as well and my mood lifted slightly. Once the box was discarded, I sat with the small snowglobe in my hands. “I guess he knew we were missing the snow.” Hawkeye commented as he went about making himself a drink.

“I guess he did.” I said with a sad smile. “Hey hawk?” I looked up at him. Hawkeye looked at me expectantly. “You ever wonder what would happen if we don’t make it through the war? Not like we don’t return home but like we don’t…” I sighed and looked back at the snow globe. “Last. I guess.”

“no.” Hawkeye shook his head, sitting next to me again. “Because I know we’re going to make it. Once we get back may be a different story. I’ve heard relationships built on shared trauma don’t always end well but there’s nothing stopping us from giving it a go.” I smiled at him and cupped his cheek.

“Sidney tell you that?” I asked. Hawkeye turned his head to kiss my palm.

“nah. Flagg.” I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. “We’ll be alright. Just you wait and see.” I nodded and curled up against Hawkeye as he laid down. He gently pried the snow globe from my hands and put it on the table next to his bed. “Well make it to see the snow. I promise you.”

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shmaptainwrites · 11 months

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Any way you could do a Hawkeye/Reader one shot with the prompt “ “i like you just the way you are” 🥺🥺

I love your writing style!

hi bestie! thank you and of course i can :) i did fem reader with this but if you’d prefer something different lemme know and i can edit it as soon as i can :))

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, insecurity

Just the Way You Are

A time old saying your mother used to tell you for when things didn’t seem to be going your way was that maybe you just needed a change of scenery. You didn’t realize it would come in the form of a draft letter.

In a snap your life went from small town to war zone, thrown right in the deep end.

“A MASH unit? What’s that?” you frowned. “I thought nurses were stationed in Seoul or somethin’?”

“It stands for mobile surgical army hospital. We keep ‘em close to the front so the doctors can patch them up there so they’re well enough to get to Seoul or Tokyo. Someone will drive you to the 4077th first thing tomorrow.”

You nodded your head and thought that given the information it might be best to try and get some sleep.

That seemed to escape you and instead the gears in your mind turned at the realization that absolutely no one would know you here.

The girl who was pegged as innocent, vulnerable, too empathetic with terrible luck in love was unknown to whoever you were going to be working with and it was the perfect opportunity to start fresh, but as what was the question.

After a rather sleepless night of planning, you woke up bright and early to get on the jeep and head down to Ouijonbou. As soon as you arrived after the long and somewhat treacherous journey, your commanding officer, Major Houlihan, was quick to welcome you to her team of nurses and introduced you to your colleagues and showed you where you would be staying.

“Major Im really unfamiliar with the working of a MASH unit but I’m a hard worker and I’m ready to learn. Just might need a bit of educating here and there,” you smiled.

“That’s no problem, everyone here was in your position at one point or another. Us nurses have to stick together alright, (L/N)?”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded.

“I’ll let you get settled, but if you hear the call for choppers OR is that way,” she pointed and you nodded again in confirmation.

“Thanks again, Major,” you waved.

“Sure, you ever need anything you let me know.”

With the Major gone you got to unpacking and getting to know your bunk mates.

“So what did you do for fun back home?” Nurse Kellye asked.

“Oh…well,” you paused and thought for a moment. Your answer probably should have been something along the lines of reading or riding your bike around town, but you had decided you wanted to paint yourself as someone who was adventurous. Didn’t take no for an answer. Someone that other people looked up to and admired. So you embellished a little. “I have a motorbike,” you said. “I take it out on the freeway, ride it around town. Just to get outside, you know?”

“Wow a motorcycle?” Nurse Bellows looked at you in astonishment. “I could never bring myself to get on one of those things.”

“Takes a bit to get used to, but once you do it’s smooth sailing.”

Your conversation was interrupted by a call on the PA about choppers and the nurses quickly instructed you on the procedure as you ran out to the compound to await the ambulances.

Before you knew it you were scrubbed in all white, working alongside Dr. Hunnicutt with his patients.

Your particular area of expertise wasn’t necessarily in OR but you had the training for it so you got by with only a fumble or two.

By the time all of the wounded had made their way through OR it was dark outside and you wondered quietly to yourself if this was what every day was going to feel like.

Pure exhaustion, not even a single glimmer of energy.

It was no surprise to your roommates when you simply changed out of your dirty scrubs and went straight to bed. On your first day, showering could definitely wait.

Even within the first day you had developed quite a reputation with your fellow nurses. The Major loved you because despite your new personality you weren’t here to ruffle anyone’s feathers so you paid great attention to her instructions and carried them out to a T, but also managed to have some fun with your colleagues.

You were tossing around a baseball for some practice before your nurses versus enlisted men game when your partner overshot the ball and you had to run to catch it in your glove before it hit the ground.

“I got it! I got it! I-Oof!

You felt a large obstruction in front of you and stumbled back only to see the ball land on the ground.

“Hey, I was trying to…” you looked up and blinked a few times in astonishment. “H-Hawkeye?”

“Well, would you look at what Uncle Sam dragged in,” he chuckled. “What are you doing in this neck of the war?”

“Drafted, you?”

“Same,” he nodded. “I didn’t know you played baseball,” he motioned to your gloved hand. “Thought you were more of a stay at home and read type.”

You shrugged, “Uh, people change. I-I really gotta go Hawk, Cindy’s waiting for me. Maybe we can catch up some other time?”

“Sure, a drink in the officer’s club?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded. “I’ll see you around.”

Of the 400 people that lived in Crabapple Cove you had to run into one of them in Korea.

Your drinks with Hawkeye kept getting delayed. At one point it was because there was a camp wide outbreak of the measles and naturally a quarantine ensued, at another point there were back to back days in OR followed by everyone in camp sleeping like a log, and you seemed to have better luck getting a few dates here and there with some of the enlisted men who had taken a shine to you, unfortunately all of them didn’t seem such a good fit.

“Crazy how fast time flies huh?” Hawkeye asked when you finally sat down with your drinks.

“Yeah, feels like a couple of days, but I’ve already been here two months,” you agreed.

“And just as busy as the rest of us,” he chuckled. “Seems you’ve become the most popular person in camp.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you raised a brow and took a sip of your beer.

“Not bad, just different. Different from the version of you I grew up with.”

“Like I said, people change,” you shrugged.

“War will do that to a person,” Hawkeye sighed. “Anyway, how’s home?”

“Home’s nice,” you smiled. “Missing it more every day. I mean I left for nursing school and came back only to be shipped off.”

“At least you’ve got all the procedures fresh in mind. Sometimes I worry with all this meatball surgery I’ll forget how to take someone’s tonsils out.”

“If you need practice I still got mine,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Who would have thought coming from Crabapple Cove we’d find each other on the other end of the world.”

“Yeah, the universe sure has a funny sense of humour,” you stared down into your cup before taking another sip.

“You still read much?”

“Not since I got here,” you shook your head. “Major Houlihan’s got us working double time with all the wounded coming in and on top of it we need to keep the place spick and span.”

“Just make sure she doesn’t work you to your grave before the rest of the war does.”

“I’ll try.”

The rest of your night was relaxed, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off, before you could give it much thought you had ambulances in the compound and it was back to work.

It seemed your luck had run out for the night because patient after patient there was one complication after another and it was not looking up to be a good shift.

“Maybe you should take ten lieutenant,” the Colonel suggested.

“No I’m fine,” you shook your head, a blatant lie, but the new you wasn’t bothered by things like this.

“(Y/N), I think Potter’s right, maybe you should take a minute,” Hawkeye counselled.

“I said I’m fine, Hawk,” you insisted. “Just let me do my work please.”

You kept your head down for the rest of the shift in OR and once it was over you slipped out before anyone was the wiser and gave you a lecture on not taking more than you could handle.

Your eyes filled with tears before you were even halfway across the compound, but you refused to let anyone see you in such a state. Maybe you’d be the one working yourself into a grave before the war got to you, or maybe it already had.

—

��Can you close up or do you need a break?” BJ asked you.

“I think I’m alright,” you nodded, but before you could take the needle from him your joints locked and you pulled back in pain.

“Woah, maybe I should just take care of this,” BJ nodded.

“Hey, let me have a look at that,” Hawkeye said, pulling off his gloves and walking towards you. “No more wounded, right Klinger?”

“You’re all good, sir,” Klinger nodded from the door and Hawkeye took that as his cue to grab your other wrist and pull you to pre-op.

He sat you down on one of the beds there and wordlessly filled a bowl with warm water so that you could place your hand inside and loosen up your joints.

“Who the hell are you trying to impress here, (N/N)?” Hawkeye asked and you blinked and looked up at him.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do,” he nodded and took your hand out of the water, wrapping it in a towel and gently massaging it. “You’re pulling double shifts in OR, covering for your friends, and on top of it living this life that isn’t yours.”

“Hawkeye you don't understand,” you shook your head. “Everyone has always liked you. When we were in school the parents loved you because you knew when to be well-behaved and the kids loved you because you knew when not to be. I’m trying to even myself out and get better at the second part.”

“And you’re gonna kill yourself in the process,” he shook his head.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s been stuck in a town with only 400 people and half of them don’t even know your name let alone like you. No one’s ever liked me for me so I decided I was gonna be someone else.”

“I liked you,” he said quietly.

“W-What?”

“I like you,” he said plainly. “Just as you are.”

You blinked a few times more and stayed silent.

“And maybe you’d consider taking it easy for someone who likes you, and knows your name, and doesn’t care if you ride a motorbike or get hit hard in OR like we all do.”

He gently held your arm and leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your cheek before turning around to make his way into post op leaving you with a lot to think about.

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Hawkeye and BJ found themselves aimlessly walking around the compound as they usually did when there was nothing to do.

“No wounded, post op is almost empty, peace talks are resuming, BJ dare I say it but I think the war is starting to look up,” Hawkeye chuckled.

BJ chuckled as they walked by the nurses throwing around Klinger’s baseball only for it to land by BJ’s feet.

BJ picked up the ball and tossed it to Nurse Jenkins while Hawkeye scanned the crowd for you.

“Hey where’s (Y/N)?” he asked. “She normally plays with you guys.”

“She decided to take it easy today,” Nurse Kellye told him. “I think she’s by the tent.”

Hawkeye and BJ turned in the direction of the tent to see you lounging in a chair with your feet kicked up and a book in your hands.

“If you’ll excuse me Beej, I’m gonna go check in on a friend.”

Hawkeye walked over to where you sat and pulled up another chair.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked and you looked up from your novel and shook your head. “I see you traded a glove for a book.”

“Temporarily,” you shrugged. “Baseball actually kind of grew on me. I'm not gonna quit that.”

“Fair enough,” Hawkeye chuckled.

“But I have decided to quit the double shifts, and all the extras if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I think I do,” Hawkeye nodded.

You closed your book and put it down next to your chair and looked at Hawkeye.

“Thanks Hawk, really for telling me it was okay to stop,” you said. “You were right I would have run myself into an early grave trying to keep up with everything.”

“What are old friends for,” he reached out for your hand and gave it a squeeze.

You stood up from your chair and moved next to his, bending down so you were both at eye level with each other.

“And this is a little something just as a thank you for reminding me I’m alright just the way I am,” you whispered and leaned in, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his lips only for him to pull you closer as the nurses hollered and whistled behind you.

“Would the old you say yes to me if I asked if you’d come on a date with me?” Hawkeye asked.

“By old me do you mean the one that grew up with you?” you asked and he nodded. “Probably not, but,” you quickly butted in. “The new old me would.”

“The new old you?” Hawkeye chuckled.

“Can’t stay the same forever Hawk, just like baseball can grow on a person in a certain way, you can too.”

“I’ll take it. Otherwise I wouldn’t be a man of my word.”

“Because you like me just as I am,” you smiled.

“That I do.”

tags: @robin-the-enby

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x reader #hawkeye pierce x you #mash #mashblr #m*a*s*h #m*a*s*h fanfiction #hawkeye pierce fanfiction

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summerreign4077 · 5 months

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Can’t find the original post I made awhile back, but we are now only 70 fanfics away from having 4077 stories posted in the MASH (TV) tag at AO3! Pleeeaase, somebody take a screenshot of it! I definitely will if I get to see it.

#I can’t be the only one who wants to see it at 4077 #Also that’s for AO3 members only. Guests don’t get to read that many stories.#mash #mashposting #mash 4077 #mashblr #mash fanfiction #mash fandom #hawkeye pierce #frank burns #margaret houlihan #henry blake #radar o'reilly #trapper john mcintyre #mash 4077th #m*a*s*h 4077 #4077th

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loopnoid · 1 year

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celebratory doodles because i just posted the final chapter of my BJ goes to Maine x When Harry Met Sally fic <3

#mash #m.a.s.h #beejhawk #hunnihawk #hawkbeej #bj hunnicutt #hawkeye pierce #fanfiction #when harry met sally #any embarrassment i could feel from openly admitting i wrote 30k words of some guys falling in love like my favorite romcom #is outweighed by how good it feels to finish said 30k words #everyones been so wonderful! ily mashblr hopefully ill have more fics to share in the future #doodles

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leonardcohenofficial · 4 months

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happy new year! i threw together a little piecintyre NYE-set oneshot on ao3 for your dining and dancing pleasure—hope you enjoy! 🎉🥂🍾✨🎊🫡

#mash #hawkeye pierce #trapper john mcintyre #piercintyre #traphawk #m*a*s*h #tv: mash #fanfiction

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 months

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Hi love! I don't know if you still take requests, but looking at your MASH content and I forgot how much I fell in love with this series. If possible, with the Hurt/ Comfort Alphabet, I was thinking Nightmare x Unable to Breath for Hawkeye. Reader had succumbed to a bad case of pneumonia and is having to stay in Post- OP to gain some antibiotics via IV. With Hawkeye taking the night shift, he hears reader mumbling and stirring in her cot as she has a horrible nightmare. He wakes her up which startles her and throws her into a slight panic which makes it hard for her to breath from the sickness and the panic. Hope you're having an amazing day/night!

Hey, Mer! I will never not love and want to write for this series, these men *deep sigh of longing* I absolutely love everything about this show. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Description of nightmare, pneumonia symptoms, panic attack, struggling for breath

"No. No! Leave me alone!"

"Hey, easy, easy,"

"No," you bolted upright, finding yourself tangled in the arms of Hawkeye. The demon in your dream vanished, replaced by the recuperating soldiers lying in the cots around you in post op.

Hawkeye was there, his blue eyes worried as he held you upright and brushed the sweaty hair from your face. "Easy, it's okay. You're safe, it's okay,"

You looked into his eyes, seeking his stability. You were sweaty and shaking all over, and the congestion was making it hard to breathe. You had been brought to post op for antibiotics after a common cold had mutated into pneumonia. The past couple days had been a haze of pain killers and fever. dreams, usually involving demons. It was hard to breathe when you were calm, but now it felt impossible.

"H-Hawk," you rasped, gripping his arms. "Can't, I can't,"

"Look at me, sweetheart. Just look at me." Hawkeye took deep breaths that you tried to copy. "Slow down, just focus on breathing."

You nodded, panic easing as your breathing began to slow. The nightmare left you weak and exhausted. You leaned over, resting your head against Hawkeye's shoulder. "I love you."

The words slipped out, unfiltered, a result of your illness and the warm, overwhelming safety you felt in his arms.

"I love you too." Hawkeye pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Just rest now."

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quordleona03 · 1 year

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A Priest in Korea is Moving to the AO3

Many years ago, I was friends with Scarlatti on Livejournal, and I found she had written a whole lot of M*A*S*H fanfiction (twenty stories! That was a whole lot back then!) using the name Iolanthe.

I read all her stories - mostly Hawkeye/Mulcahy: as far as I know, she was the very first person ever to write Hawkeye/Mulcahy slash stories - and I loved them and I started seeing Hawkcahy in the series and one of her stories gave me the idea for the story that eventually grew into Sins and Virtues.

She read the final part of S&V only in first draft - I started sending her sections as soon as I had finished them - because Susan had cancer, and she died, four months before she would have turned 40. Her website, A Priest In Korea (William Christopher's description of M*A*S*H was "Oh, it's about a priest in Korea") fell into the Wayback machine, and last year, thinking of her stories again and looking for them, I found a complete snapshot of her website, and I thought "I could transfer this over to AO3 and let everyone read them: I bet they have a process for that".

They do. Julie was my Virgil as I walked through the Open Doors and now a priest in Korea has moved to AO3: A priest in Korea03. The longest story on site isn't even a Hawkeye/Mulcahy story: it's a Francis Mulcahy & Margaret Houlihan story, Polarity, which uses "a creaky old sci-fi plot device" to put Francis into Margaret's body and Margaret into Francis's -

He grew even more uneasy under the appreciative once-over with which Dickinson now favored him, and a blush warmed his face. When he caught sight of Houlihan's sidelong glare, he wondered how she -- or any other woman, for that matter -- would normally handle that kind of attention.

"Well now, Major, I can see you're a take-charge kind of gal," Dickinson drawled. "Meaning no disrespect. But your C.O. would have my head on a platter if I sent you off without an armed escort. Ain't that how you got into this mess in the first place?"

And the next-longest is also not precisely Hawkeye/Mulcahy, Playing the Game: The night air was pleasant and warm, and I was enjoying the mind-fuzzing effects of several beers, so my pace was unhurried. I'd almost made it to my tent when a man stepped out of the shadows behind the nurses' tent and latched onto my upper arm. "Hold it right there, Mister Vatican," he hissed.

I knew who it was without needing to see his face. No one but Colonel Sam Flagg, alleged CIA operative and all-around loose cannon, had ever addressed me in that fashion. I froze obediently, though my heart was racing and every instinct was telling me to flee for the hills at the earliest opportunity.

"Got a few questions for you," Flagg went on.

(sadly, now and forever unfinished, but rather in the sense of "there should have been more" than "ends on a cliffhanger")

She wrote what is still (as far as I can tell) the only Henry Blake/Trapper story, one of the few Radar/Hawkeye stories, and also Trapper/Mulcahy.

But mostly, she wrote about Francis Mulcahy falling in love with Hawkeye, and Hawkeye's gentle reciprocation.

Between us, we somehow managed to get the tent door open and cross the threshold. At that point, I expected Mulcahy to say goodnight and go pass out in his bunk, which is what I would've done, but instead he had a surprise for me.

As soon as the door closed behind us, he turned in my grasp until we were face to face. Before I had time to fully register what was going on, he'd looped his arms around my neck and was pulling me forward into a kiss.

It was, I think, the softest, sweetest, most tender kiss I've ever received...and one of the most inexplicably erotic.

What can I say? I loved her stories. She inspired me to write Hawkcahy long before that shipname was invented. I never got to meet her. I'd like you all to read her stories, and thanks to Open Doors/AO3, there they are.

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

This is sort of a sad post, but it shouldn't be: Susan was hilarious, and it's been a pleasure and an honour being her archivist.

Thanks, Susan.

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veryliteralsin · 2 months

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Inertia (Hawkeye Pierce/f!Reader)

I know you guys like Hawkeye, so I wrote a little treat. self-insert, eventual smut (aka: in 2-3 chapters), female reader. click that link below if you want it, don't if you don't!

An object at rest tends to stay at rest, until an outside force acts upon it. For Hawkeye, that force is you.

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cypressaurelius · 2 years

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People really think Bj is straight as if a heterosexual would ever wear that stupid hat of his

#mash #mash 4077 #mash tv #hawkeye pierce #m*a*s*h 4077 #m*a*s*h #margaret houlihan #frank burns #trapper john mcintyre #4077th #colonel blake #bj hunnicutt #radar o'reilly #beejhawk #corporal klinger #gay men #gay fanfiction #hunnihawk

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sipped-lapped-swilled · 7 months

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Hear me out: a Mash detective/film noir AU with Hawkeye and Trapper having a private detective agency together. (Because if you take them out of that war setting but let them keep their dynamic they totally have the vibe for that) And the others take on all kinds of roles from pathetic client (looking at you Frank or maybe even Henry) to extremely cunning gang leader (e.g. Freedman with all his psychological knowledge or Father Mulcahy for an unexpected twist), the possibilities are endless... It could be either one big story or like a series with a new case in every chapter. And the cases could even be influenced by the real happenings from the episodes (like black market, stolen desk, whatever...)

#If anyone wants to write this please do!!#Or send some further ideas my way and I might sit down to create this thing #Mash #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #mash fic #Mash fanfic #mash fanfiction #trapper john mcintyre #hawkeye pierce #text #Dotty talks #Dot was thinking #Dotty has thoughts #Dotty rambles

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finestkind4077 · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: MASH (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Peg Hayden & B.J. Hunnicutt, Peg Hayden/Original Female Character Characters: B. J. Hunnicutt, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Eventual Smut, as a treat, don't blame me, Blame my addled fandom brain, No outline we die like men, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Could Be Persuaded to Write Another Bibliography Though Summary:

It starts out as a joke. Maybe a little bit of an insurance policy, which is the way BJ frames it to his friends, but mostly a joke. BJ is angry, bitter, very homosexual, and even worse than that, drafted. So, he figures, why not try and have a little fun, even if he’s the only one who’s actually in on the punchline?

#emerging from fandom stasis #it's crack #but entertaining crack #i think #idk peg stans please don't kill me #beejhawk #hunnihawk #bj hunnicutt #hawkeye pierce #mash 4077 #fanfiction

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of the Korean War

Hawkeye kissed along my neck, pausing only to gently bite and mark me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, letting my head fall back.

“hawk.” I moaned. “The door. And the flaps.” Hawkeye let his head fall against my shoulder.

“(Y/N) you really know how to ruin the mood.” He breathed out. Pressing another kiss to my neck, Hawkeye got up to make sure the door was locked. I went about lowering the flaps around the swamp so no one could look in and see what we were doing. “Now where were we?” Hawkeye said as he crawled over me.

“right about here.” I breathed out as I pulled him in for a kiss. “BJ and winchester are out for the night right?” Hawkeye nodded against my neck as he unbuttoned my fatigues.

“BJ is staying with colonel potter. Charles is with hot lips I think.” He said softly. “I’ve got you to myself for the whole night. Until the end of your birthday.” I smiled softly at him as I reached for the bottom of his shirt. Hawkeye kissed me again before letting me pull it over his head.

“lucky me.” I teased as Hawkeye pulled mine off before finishing the job with my pants. His dog tags swung in my face and I hooked a finger into the chain to pull him closer. “Now, what did you get me hawk?” He smiled roguishly at me before kissing me again.

“how’s this?” He asked as he slid into me. I moaned and tugged on the chain around his neck again. My head fell back and Hawkeyes head fell to my shoulder. His raven hair filled my vision as he pressed kisses to my exposed neck.

“fuck hawk.” I moaned. “Dammit.” Hawkeye chuckled as he ground his hips against mine. He kissed his way up to my lips and kissed me forcefully as he started to thrust into me. Hawkeye started out slow, giving me time to adjust and whine as he dragged out my pleasure. “Hawk. Please.” Hawkeye kissed me and gave me his signature wink.

“whatever you say.” He breathed out as he sped up. I clutched at his back, feeling every drag of his dick within me and letting it push me closer and closer to the edge. “(Y/N).” Hawkeye moaned as his hips stuttered.

“hawk.” I breathed out. We both tipped over the edge with a finale thrust. We laid panting on his cot, trying to bring ourselves back to reality. “Could almost make you forget there’s a war on out there.” I joked as hawk pushed himself up. He brushed some hair off my face and kissed my forehead.

“happy birthday my love.” He whispered.

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