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multifandomfix · 2 years

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Small Town Flirt - Hawkeye Pierce

Summary: Hawkeye is finally coming home to Crabapple Cove, and he’s intrigued to meet you, the person his father has mentioned in his latest letter.

Word Count: 1,004

Warnings: Fem!Reader (couldn’t keep this one entirely gender neutral, sorry)

Home at last, and with some reading material to boot. Mail call came just before the announcement that the Korean Conflict had ended. Hawkeye didn’t care about the technicalities of how nor exactly when it had all happened. All he knew was that it meant he’d be headed back for Crabapple Cove with his father's latest letter in his hand. It was dated one month back, and Hawkeye frowned. It was never usually so late. Must have gotten lost for a time. His only worry was that of his father not having heard from him in that length of time. But he’d be home to remedy that soon enough. He ripped the envelope open and began to read.

Dear Hawkeye,

Since the last time I wrote you, a young woman has moved into town. She fits right into our little cove. I think you’d like her. She’s got your wit and she’s pretty easy on the eyes too. She comes in and checks in on me every once in a while. Whenever you get home, I’d like you to meet her. Sorry to keep this one so short, but I look forward to hearing back from you as always.

Love, Dad

The letter was the only thing he’d talk about on the flight back home. It drove anyone within earshot nuts. Who was this woman? What was she doing spending so much time with his father? These were only a couple of the questions Hawkeye posed to his rather lackadaisical captive audience, both of which remained unanswered, by the people on the plane, and himself.

Despite needing a good rest, the conundrum of you, this mysterious newcomer to his hometown, plagued him so that sleep evaded him. He was running on fumes when he inevitably had to switch planes to make the last leg back to Maine. It was on that connecting flight that he finally got a bit of shut eye.

Yet even Hawkeye's unconscious state didn’t prevent you from creeping into his dreams. Knowing so little about you, his mind couldn’t form a solid picture, your appearance changing every time he looked at you in his dreams. First you were a busty redhead, then a plump blonde, and finally a tall, statuesque looking brunette, and somehow he was sure all of them were wrong. His father didn’t paint the most descriptive picture after all.

Somewhat refreshed after his rest, but no less perplexed about you, Hawkeye was back in Maine. It felt surreal. Impossible even. But he was home. He’d been shuttled by several kind strangers from the bigger city to his cozy little Crabapple Cove, not having had time nor thought to arrange being picked up at the airport. His childhood home, at once familiar and foreign, stood before him. A perfect little slice of the American northeast.

As he approached the door, he heard a woman's voice. It wasn’t one he recognized, so you —the woman from his father's all too perplexing letter— had to be the source. He put his hand on the doorknob and though he suspected it would be unlocked, it almost felt as if he were breaking and entering, so he knocked instead.

The blessed sight of his father's face when the door opened was enough to bring Hawkeye to tears. It felt like decades since he’d seen his father's smile in person. They shared a good cry and some equally good laughs standing there at the door and finally, Hawkeye was ushered inside.

You first laid eyes on the tall, lanky man, prematurely graying, no doubt from the stress of being a doctor in a war zone. Yet the emotions held in his eyes made you think of him as kind, warm, and loving despite it all. You’d of course heard as much from his father, but you left it to yourself to make your own judgment, seeing how the old man might be a bit biased towards his pride and joy. But from first impressions, it seemed he hadn’t been exaggerating when referring to his son's good points.

You were introduced shortly after Hawkeye was brought inside. You could tell he was surprised to find you there. As he’d concluded, you weren’t anything how he pictured, but he didn’t find himself disappointed. Besides, your care for his father in his absence lifted his image of you so high that you could look like an orangutan and he’d still find you beautiful. Not that looks we’re as important to him as they had once been. Now he valued a good laugh and conversation much more than just a pretty face.

His father had been right about one thing, you did fit right in. And not just to the small community of Crabapple Cove, but you fit into his family as if you’d always been there. He’d never seen his father get on so well with anyone like he did with you. You were practically a daughter to him already, even after such a short time. Hawkeye had to admit he was impressed by that. Really, everything about you had impressed him.

"So, will we be seeing more of you," Hawkeye asked as your visit drew to a close and you got up to leave.

You smiled and it was a smile that make Hawkeye feel weak in the knees, though maybe it had been all the cramped seats on the ride home, he tried to reason with himself. "I'll be around," you answered noncommittally, waiting for Hawkeye to ask to see you again. You knew you wanted to see him.

"I’m going to need a better answer than that," he teased.

"Then ask a better question." Your polite smile changed into a more teasing sort of grin, and if Hawkeye believed he was capable of falling in love that fast, he would have pinned it to that very moment.

"Alright then," he replied. "How about you come back for dinner? It’s been too long since I’ve had food that’s edible. I’ll cook."

"It’s a date."

For anon

Forever Tag: @borg-queer, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Hawkeye Pierce: @lettersoftroy, @callsigncrash, @dictatorwholock, @micheleamidalajedi, @neapolitantoebeans, @mramirez1222

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce one shot #hawkeye pierce x reader #m*a*s*h #m*a*s*h one shot #request

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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[CH. 1] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, Sherman Potter, B.J. Hunnicutt, Radar O'Reilly, Margaret Houlihan, Frank Burns

Summary: Reader is the new surgeon at the 4077th M*A*S*H and finds herself, amidst trying to settle in, constantly butting heads with the chief surgeon.

Warnings: None, (no use of Y/N)

Note: The first chapter is finally up on Tumblr! This is my first MASH fic and I'm writing it as I'm watching the series for the first time, so if there are any major canon deviations that's probably why!

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“It’s just when I read your file and saw you were a doctor I thought…”

“You thought I was a man,” you filled in for the fumbling Colonel. “It’s alright Colonel Potter, you wouldn’t be the first person to have made that assumption, but I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“What’s your specialty?” he asked, flipping through the pages in your file trying to see if there was anything else he’d missed in his first skim through.

“Trauma surgery, sir. I worked as a nurse during the last year of the Second World War and when I got back home I applied to any medical school that would have me.”

“Trauma surgery, must be serendipitous,” he chuckled and you gave him a polite smile.

“Sir,” the Colonel’s clerk opened the door and stepped inside.

“Oh Radar why don’t you-,”

“Bring in Captains Pierce and Hunnicut and Majors Burns and Houlihan to meet the new recruit, already done sir,”

The door opened wider and the four aforementioned officers stepped inside. The two Captains were both men, one tall with a bright smile and blond hair and the other with straight black hair and tinges of grey scattered throughout. Of the Majors, one was a man of average height and light brown hair while the other, you suspected, was the head nurse with her blond hair pinned behind her ears.

“Pierce, Hunnicut, Burns, Houlihan, I’d like you to meet our newest recruit.”

“We don’t normally do meet and greet with the nurses,” the black-haired one smirked. “But it’s a practice I’d love to continue,” he sent a wink at you. “What’s your name, honey?” he took your hand in his to shake but you removed it quickly from his grasp.

“Doctor,” you responded.

“What?” The rest of the company looked confused along with him.

“I am a doctor , Captain. I worked just as hard if not harder for my medical degree and I’d appreciate it if you treated me as such, not like one of your nightly nurse companions.”

“You’re a doctor?” the head nurse asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Her specialty is trauma surgery,” Colonel Potter told the team.

“Trauma surgery, thank goodness, we couldn’t have handled another Frank,” the blond Captain sighed while the other Major looked like he was about to explode.

“I take that to be a good thing, Captain?” you asked.

“Very good. And call me B.J.”

You chuckled, remembering a faint memory of a young boy named B.J. you'd seen come through the ER for swallowing the key to his father’s new car.

“Consider it done,” you nodded.

“This is our main team of surgeons in the OR, you’ll be on rotations with them. It’ll be easier if you like them, but if you don’t you still have to work with them regardless.”

“Work with, we have to live with him on top of working with him.” Pierce pointed to Major Burns.

“Colonel! Why don’t you say anything to them?! They’re being insubordinate!”

Colonel Potter sighed and looked over at Major Burns with a hint of contempt.

“Major, I have better things to do than tell Pierce what to do only for him not to listen to me.”

“I’m glad I’ve been universally recognized as a lost cause for the army,” Pierce grinned, using a hand to lean on the Colonel’s desk.

“Oh, this is going into my weekly report for the General. If it’s the last thing I do I will get you two in trouble for everything that you do!”

“That’s a long list Frank, are you sure you can handle it?” B.J. asked.

Before they could go any further the Colonel jumped in.

“Captain, since you’re a female officer we’ll have you sharing quarters with Major Houlihan for now. We’ll send out for another tent and set it up for you as soon as it arrives.”

“Thank you, Colonel, if the rest of you don’t mind I’d like to get settled. Major Houlihan, would you mind showing me the way?”

“Not at all,” she smiled and placed a hand on your back, leading you out of the room.

You grabbed your bags and followed the Major out into the camp and around to her quarters which were close to the OR.

“We’ll get another cot in here for you, but for now you can make yourself at home,” she told you. “I just have to-,” she paused when she saw you pulled out a framed photo from your bag and placed it on one of the empty tables. “Is that your family?” she asked.

You nodded your head.

“My husband and kids,” you passed her the frame.

“They’re adorable, what are their names?”

“My oldest is Grant,” you pointed to the boy. “He’s eight and my daughter Julia is four.”

“How precious. It must be hard being away from them.”

“It is, but they’re in good hands,” you smiled. “You said you had to go somewhere, Major?”

“Oh, yes, just to… chat with a colleague,” she handed you back the frame and headed out of the tent, leaving you to unpack the rest of your things in silence.

—

“Hey Frank, nice stitching,” Pierce noted as he walked by the OR table on the way to his own patient.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I really don’t think your glove is going to come out this time, you’ve got it in there good,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Captain Pierce, maybe you can focus on your bleeding patient instead of poking fun at Major Burns,” you commented while elbow-deep in your own patient.

“Thank you, Captain. Finally, someone who recognizes good surgical talent and not just flash.”

“I agree Major,” you nodded, “Although I believe you’re probably referring to yourself which I am not. If this is meatball surgery you’re doing meatloaf surgery.”

“Ha! Hawkeye, looks like we’ve got some competition,” B.J. chuckled.

“4-0 silk please nurse,” you looked at who was assisting you. It was still early and you hadn’t had a chance to learn everyone’s names, but you supposed it would come soon enough, after all, it wasn’t like you’d be leaving the war anytime soon.

After a few more gruelling hours in the OR, all the casualties were finally attended to and you could step out to quickly get something for dinner before they cleared out the mess tent, and hopefully, afterwards, you could take a nice shower and wash all of the blood, dirt and sweat off of your body before crashing into bed and not waking up until you absolutely had to.

You remembered what it was like to work during the Second World War, but this felt different. You were a doctor now, you had more responsibility to your patients and to the others working in the outfit with you, and on top of that you were a woman. It wasn’t every day you saw a woman surgeon let alone in the army.

When you stepped inside the mess tent was practically empty aside from one familiar body sitting in the back corner with a cup of coffee and what looked like leftovers from yesterday’s lunch.

You grabbed yourself a tray and served yourself a few things before going to join your fellow surgeon. Even if you were going to eat in silence you could at least do it in the presence of good company.

B.J. sipped his coffee and spun a pen in his hand as he looked at a partially written-on paper in front of him.

“Writing home?” you asked.

“To my wife,” he nodded. “She sent me a letter with this beauty,” he showed you a picture of a small baby girl in a frilly dress with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh she’s just adorable,” you cooed. “I still haven’t heard from my family, but I’m sure a letter is on its way.”

“You married?” he asked.

You nodded your head and showed him the ring you had just put back on after leaving the OR.

“How the hell did you end up here then?” he asked.

“My husband’s got a medical condition that prevented him from being drafted, but they needed doctors so they took the next best thing,”

“So your kids are with him then?”

“Yeah, mom’s the one bringing in the paycheques for now,” you sighed. “How about you? Got a picture of your wife?”

B.J. nodded and pulled one out of his pocket. A wedding photo, a smiling couple right outside a chapel.

“She’s gorgeous,” you smiled. “You got yourself a catch there, B.J.”

“She’s the light of my life,” he tucked the photo away again. “Her and little Erin. I keep thinking that she’s probably grown up so much since I last saw her and I just wish…”

“You could be there at home, even just one night to tuck her in, give her a kiss, and read her a bedtime story?”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “You haven’t even been here that long, how’d you know?”

“It’s different for mothers,” you shrugged. “I could be away from them for an hour and feel like that. I just hope they always remember how much I love them and when the time comes I’ll be back with them again and I don’t plan on leaving.”

“Me neither. After this I’d be happy only taking out tonsils for the rest of my life,” he laughed.

“Man, maybe one day,” you chuckled with him. “But it’ll be back to the hospital for me. Only place that really needs trauma surgery stateside is the ER.”

“That exciting enough for you?” he asked.

“I found after coming back from the war, it was going to follow me around anyways. I may as well do something good with the experience.”

“So this is your second round?”

You nodded your head.

“Makes you wonder how they can find so many things to fight about. I thought the end of the Second World War was supposed to bring the Great Peace. But war only brings more violence and war.”

“I’ll drink to that,”

You clinked your coffee cups together and further engaged in light chatter while you ate and B.J. continued to write his letter.

“Any plans for this evening? They're showing a film, Trench Foot Through the Ages if I’m not mistaken,” he chuckled.

“I’m gonna take a nice shower and fall into my bed and hopefully not get up until late tomorrow morning.”

“If you think you can sleep through Radar’s rendition of Reveille I think you might be mistaken.”

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him a sly smile before nodding your head and getting on your way, wondering how you’d ever gotten to a point where you were very happy to see an army cot.

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hawkeyeslaughter · 27 days

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burdened with forbidden knowledge that hawk would chomp jolly ranchers . the swamp would be completely silent ( for once ) and there’d be a loud cracking sound from hawk’s bunk and gleeful giggling while charles berates him for doing it

#he would also collect the green ones because nobody else wants them . he’s unbearable #he likes the pai — * gets shot several times *#the fbi wants to silence me because i know the truth #bj and charles threatening to contact daniel pierce to ask him PLEASE for the love of GOD do not send ben any more #mash #mashposting #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye

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lunarsaturn88 · 2 months

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It's Never Your Fault- Hawkeye Pierce

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce X Reader

Prompt: It’s all my fault.

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

Words: 727

You let out a groan as you came out of the surgical unit pulling off the white gloves that you wore, before quickly removing your mask from your face. Today was a harsh day so many wounded had come in and there was one patient too many that had come through there. One happened to be a patient you were trying to work with Frank Burns trying to save the life.

You had made one small mistake and it cost the poor kid his life in the end. Tears filled your eyes as you could hear Burns yelling at you about your incompetence. It wasn’t your fault that he had told you the wrong implement to use that would cost the kid his life in the end.

You shakily leaned against the wall sniffling as tears came to your eyes.

Hawkeye had come out of the surgical unit with a look of worry. He was concerned that you had taken a beating from Frank yelling and screaming at you. It wasn’t your fault for what had happened no matter how much Frank wanted to blame you for what had happened. “Hey, Y/N…”

You looked up at Hawkeye with tear-filled eyes.

“It’s alright.” He said coming closer to you so you didn’t have to talk too loud. He slowly put his hand on your shoulder knowing that you needed a bit of comfort after all the insults that you heard. “Frank is an asshole.”

“He’s right though…” You sniffled softly as more tears slid down your cheeks. “It’s all my fault.” You shook your head lightly. “I should’ve known which item that he needed.”

“Y/N.” He put his finger under her chin causing her to look up. “None of this was your fault. If anything it is on Frank. Look we’re all under a lot of stress and lack of sleep. But what happened today no matter what Frank says isn’t your fault. You got that?”

You sniffled looking up into his blue eyes wondering if he meant it. “You’re not just saying that to get something from me?” You questioned softly knowing that Hawkeye was a ladies' man and loved women. He would do anything to get into a woman’s pants, but this seemed genuine. That he was truly concerned about you and that was something that melted your heart a little bit.

“Of course not. I know that you want a real relationship and I am not going to mess with what you want.” He admitted softly rubbing your back. “Next time have me or BJ be the doctors that you work with to avoid what happened with Frank.”

“But Major Houlihan wanted me paired off with him.” You said softly wiping your tears from your eyes as you began to calm down.

“Well, I’ll talk to ‘Hotlips’. We’ll make sure that this won’t happen again to you. You’re a good nurse, Y/N and you’re always proving your worth.”

A small smile came to your lips.

“Now there’s that pretty smile.” He said softly his blue eyes twinkling in delight to know that he had made you feel better with what had happened. Granted it didn’t take away from the pain of losing a patient, but it was at least something that he could add to his good deed of the day. Making a woman smile was something that he enjoyed. He hated to see anyone being down when they were in this hell trying to save as many people as they could.

You let out a soft chuckle. You hadn’t expected that the ladies’ man would be someone to cheer you up. Normally you would keep to yourself when you were down and out. But this was a welcome change to your normal tactics of trying to feel better. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Your payment for being such a gentleman.”

His lips quirked as his hand went to his cheek where you had kissed him. “I’ll take that as payment anytime Y/N.” He teased with a small smile.

You let out a soft chuckle knowing that he was either teasing or meant it. Sometimes it was hard to understand him at times, but Benjamin Pierce was certainly someone that you were going to have to keep an eye on to learn more about him.

#Hawkeye Pierce x reader #Hawkeye pierce/Reader #M*A*S*H #One shot #angst one shot

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icarus-fli3s-high · 2 years

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Safe

Hello this is my first time putting out anything writing or reader inserts on this platform, please leave any ideas in the notes and tell me what you think.

summary: Ben "Hawkeye" Pierce has been eating the same army food for almost years, and when it comes to army food texture isn't there. But, a friend was able to bring him that and he returns the favour.

Deathly, poisonous, no good, those were the words that flooded your mind as you took a tray of food from Igor. You looked around hoping to see Hawkeye, anywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Shrugging you sat with BJ and Major Houlihan, they welcomed you as Charles took the seat next to you.

“Hey, have any of you seen Hawkeye at all?” you asked, looking around the table.

“Come to think of it, I haven't, we finished in OR and he ran off somewhere,” BJ said as Klinger came in. you caught him by the elbow and asked him the same.

“I don’t really know Major,” he said, “I saw him moping around storage though,” Klinger said as he went to go get food, or what you could call food. On your way to the storage room, you stopped by your tent and grabbed some snacks that your little sister had sent you. Grabbing the small bag, you picked up and went in search of your friend. You had no clue where he was, but you guessed he was in his hiding place, a place in the back of the storage room on a pile of blankets. You made your way past all of the shelves and to the back seeing him sitting there- you had known he was skipping meals but thought that BJ had taken care of it. You finally got to his place and saw Hawkeye leaning against the wall, his eyes were closed but he looked up when he heard me walk in. We both needed the same thing, some texture.

“What,” he grumbled as I sat next to him, “Did BJ send you?” you still said nothing, choosing to stay silent. You pulled out the box of food and he looked at me with puffy eyes.

“I brought this,” was all you said, it was all you needed to say to see Ben perk up. The two of you sat silently and ate what was in your box. After it was mostly gone, he leaned over, his head resting on your shoulder as you reached up and ran a hand through his hair that was already salt and pepper from stress. These were the worst conditions to be working in, but they were your conditions. Ben pulled an arm around you and fell to his side still pinning you in place next to him. I felt his breathing slow to an easy pattern and pulled a blanket over us since there was no waking the man and decided you might as well get some shut eye too.

You awoke to a very flustered Fr Mulcahy, who looked down at you and Ben with Klinger next to him shaking his head. You poked Hawkeye’s arm as he woke up, well attempting to wake up. He grumbled something about the way it can wait, but you did have choppers come in not a second later. He sat up and stretched.

“But the wounded can’t,” and you nodded looking at your audience as he greeted them walking past. You believe Fr Mulcahy was thinking he was going to find you in a more compromising situation. You clapped him on the shoulder as you left to get ready for OR.

“Father whatever did you expect?” you asked, and he grew bright red, “That's what I thought”, you smiled as the padre hightailed it as you followed getting scrubbed up and ready for surgery.

After ten bloody hours you went into get cleaned up throwing your scrubs off and grabbing your green jacket with a huff. You did not know what to do, you had done everything you could, and you lost three men tonight- three boys would never go home. You reached into your shirt and pulled a picture that you kept over your heart inside your bra. It was your kid brother, who was eighteen years old last year and you felt yourself crumble a little bit- if you lost him, you didn’t know what you would do, so you kept him close and hoped he was still alive wherever his unit was. You slumped into the storage room into the back onto the pile of blankets and let yourself go, tears flowing freely knowing that the chances of your brother or your father going home were slim to none. You wanted to die. There was no hope for you- you wanted to go home- you wanted to see your mother and your dogs, you wanted to hold your nieces and nephews, you wanted to cook for yourself, you wanted to play piano in the room that looked out into the garden. You wanted to play in the snow, to run your horses and move the sheep to new pastures. You didn’t want to be here.

You shut your eyes. As all your emotions came out you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked up with glassy eyes to see Ben standing there, he reached his arms, and you tugged him down next to you.

“Why are you here?” you asked and pressed your face into his neck.

“Returning a favor,” he returned and ran his hands through your hair, you nodded spilling a new bout of tears. You felt a sense of safety around him that you would never understand, it wasn’t friends, there was something more. But for now, you were safe.

#hawkeye pierce x reader #mash 4077 #benjamin hawkeye pierce #mash 50th anniversary #one shot #billy hargrove fluff #angst #x reader

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littlebigmouse · 9 months

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List of Small Things™ I enjoy about Fullmetal Alchemist in no particular order

Everyone in FMAB/manga is just Some Guy™ and very human and I love that so here goes:

Falman getting stuck with a serial-killing suit of armor in his appartment for days and his reaction to it. It may have been weeks. He's been on sick leave the entire time. He's a guy in his early thirties with a flock of early-greying hair because being in a dead-end-role in the military is stressfull, ok. He gets stuck at home with a funny little serial killer (and eventually some foreign body guards, and a foreign prince?? lighting signal fires in his backyard?? like man what a week)

The whole military ambush against the Devil's Nest was yes, kind of kickstarted by the gang kidnapping Al for Greed, but it was mostly kickstarted because Ed was down south to do his yearly official report and Bradley and Armstrong just happened to be present when he was informed Al had gone missing. Greed's entire operation was done in by a teen doing his paperwork

on that note, Greed really decided to spend his immortality wisely by pursuing absolutely none of his supposed ambitions and just decided to settle down with a bunch of buddies. An offshot of the buddies he was initially made to guard, too. I don't think Greed is aware of this either

everyone on that radio building. The radio host 100% down to get some coup-shenanigans into his station to drive engagement. The guys sympathising with Mrs Bradley and taking care of her. Breda taking control of the narrative with a perpetual frown by the skin of his teeth.

I know the story of how the Bradleys met is technically not canon(?) but Mrs Bradley slapping her future husband upon their first meeting because he got his flirting tips from his siblings will never not be funny. Idiots. All of them.

EVERYTHING about Darius and Heinkel. They lost their jobs and became wanted criminals upon helping out some scrawny 15 year old. They have families they miss dearly. They haven't looked back since. "You guys don't HAVE to help me save the world" - "It's not like we have anything better to do"

i was going to say the Ice Cream Truck, because it's iconic, but actually, when told to disguise a vehicle, 15-year-old pinacle of edgelord fashion Edward Elric turned it into a colourful nightmare of spikes that barely resembled a car but might be closely related to the worlds deadliest parade float. None of this was necessary. Ed is just like that.

Hawkeye growing her hair out after meeting Winry, and Winry getting piercings after seeing Hawkeye's

Denny Brosh bursting into tears when he sees Maria Ross is still alive. Dude managed to not quit his job despite working in the same city (department?) where his best friend's killer was his supervisor. They were also very real for showing us that this is a guy who oversleeps and is older brother to at least three younger siblings. There was no need to give us more on Denny Brosh but every little detail hit so hard when they reunited.

okay so remember that time Ed and Ling ate Ed's shoe. Remember that Ed spend some time on a "deserted island" as a kid. Gluttony's stomach had nothing on him. Izumi raised some anime-ass boy-scouts. 100% Farm boy behaviour. These kids are so 15 it makes me want to bite things

immortal, soul-spliced dwarf in a flask got rid of his Sloth and still managed to procrastinate on his world domination plan until the last minute. Most Human disaster.

the entire half-episode they spend on Dr. Knox and his regrets and family. FMA is so good about humanising everyone.

everyone bullied Yoki because he was a small town fraud exploiting workers for his own benefit. Simply a jerk. He also hit Pride with a car in an epic rescue, and cried and screamed the whole way through

that one shot of a kid curiously poking a soldier they found bound on the ground with a stick

(I know it's technically not canon, but-) "I'm trying to save your life, asshole!"

Edward Elric

#fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fmab meta #of course there are more #'it's not like they have a tank or something- fuck'

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caffiene-fueled-fuckery · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 1: MASH (Radar H/C)

What if it hadn't been Henry that was trapped in the bombed out latrine that day? What if it had been Radar instead?

Rewrite of S3Ep15: Bombed

The ground shook as the shell hit the compound, knocking nurses and corpsman to the ground and the doctors nearly on top of their patients. Shards of shrapnel exchanged for shards of glass as the windows blew in, narrowly missing a medic’s exposed skin. Dust plummeted from the ceiling while dirt flew in the window, and it was all they could do to keep the patients from having debris lodged in their open wounds.

“Somebody give me a towel!”

“Somebody put a blanket over that window!”

“Kellye!” Margaret called, directing the nurse to use the blanket in her arms. Another nurse and a corpsman helped her cover the window as the screaming continued, only perforated by the exploding shells not 50 meters away.

Hawkeye’s voice broke through the din. “All right, keep calm, everybody. This can’t go on much more than forever.”

Frank sneered at Hawkeye, but it merely masked his panic—and poorly at that. “Come on. Give me that glove.”

“Doctor—” Sanchez tried to say, but Frank cut her off as he shoved his hand back towards her.

“Get it on! Come on!”

“Margaret!”

The woman turned back to Hawkeye, still leaned half over the patient. “Yes, Doctor?”

He held the patient down with a forearm across his chest, praying that he’d fall unconscious before the next shell hit a bit too close. “We’re gunna need a lot of sulfa.”

“We’ve got plenty.”

The door to the OR slammed against the wall, its noise nearly unheard under the booming of Henry’s voice. “Pierce, McIntyre, Burns—Anyone! Come quick!”

Frank’s head jerked up, voice tight and hands shaking. “What happened?”

“It’s Radar! He’s in the latrine!”

“Hooray for regularity,” Hawkeye joked, though it lacked its usual mirth.

“It’s been hit,” Henry bit. “He’s trapped!”

Hawkeye moved without hesitation, calling back to Margaret as he left. “Debride the wound.”

He jogged out of the OR behind Henry, Klinger and a couple of corpsman hot on his heels. Henry turned back to them outside the wreckage of the latrine, complete with snapped planks of timber and flaming sheet metal, the panic in his eyes quickly making its way to the rest of his body. “If anything’s happened to Radar, I don’t know what I’ll do. He’s like a son to me!”

“Henry, settle down.” Hawkeye reached for a piece of sheet metal, passing it back to Klinger. “Now, what seat did he normally use?”

“Uh, left, on the far side. Picture window. Here.” Henry crouched down, tugging at the splintered wood and tossing it behind him.

“Radar?” Hawkeye began calling for him, prompting the others to begin calling for him as well. “Radar!”

“Wait a minute!” Klinger stepped forward, holding his hands up. “Hold it! Shh. I heard a moan.” Silence fell over the group. Klinger crouched over the debris, the hem of his dress snagging on a nail. “Radar, if you can hear me, knock three times! If you can’t, knock twice!”

In the dragging silence that followed, Henry shot Klinger an incredulous look, only to be distracted by the shifting of metal. One knock. Two knocks.

Klinger gasped. “Oh Lord, he’s dead.”

“Radar!” Henry screamed, lifting everything within his reach to get closer to Radar.

“Radar, you alright?” Hawkeye shouted, passing some more metal to a corpsman.

The search continued, only halting for a moment when Henry froze, staring at something beneath a 2x4. He tugged at the fraying fabric until it became unhooked from the wood and flung into his lap. “Radar’s hat…” He looked up at the rest of them before diving back into the pile, heaving at the debris. “Radar!”

“I’m… here…”

Radar’s weak voice barely made it to their ears. Hawkeye and Henry got as close to the sound as they could, moving one more piece of sheet metal before one of the boy’s arms became visible. Henry grasped it and began pulling him out of the pile while Hawkeye waited another moment for his head to be visible.

“Don’t touch the other one,” he told Hawkeye, his glasses so cracked his eyes were obstructed from view. “Think s’broken.”

“Okay, alright, take it easy. Up we get.”

Hawkeye, careful not to jostle his arm, grabbed around his waist to pull him the rest of the way out. As soon as his foot came free, Henry guided him to sit on an overturned oil drum. “Radar? Are you alright?”

“‘M okay.”

“That’s convincing,” Hawkeye remarked.

“‘M fine, sir.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” said Henry, though his voice remained gentle. He reached forward and removed Radar’s broken frames, revealing glassy eyes that struggled to focus on him. Henry furrowed his brows. “Gee, kid, you took quite the beating. Let me see your arm.”

Radar hissed when Henry’s fingers so much as prodded at his skin, teeth clenching and eyes screwing shut. Henry stayed focused on examining his arm, but could still hear his laboured breathing. “Easy, Radar. You’re alright.”

“Actually, sir—”

“Just a small break.”

“Sir—”

“Nothing too serious.”

“Colonel Blake,” Radar tried once more, his voice wavering and small. “I don’t feel so good…”

“Hmm?” He looked up, taking in the ashen face before him. Henry released his arm, just in time to move out of the way as Radar’s stomach heaved and his lunch splattered to the ground between his feet. “Oh, geez…”

“Sor—”

Henry rubbed his back when his stomach cut him off with another heave. “No, it’s alright. This happens sometimes when you get knocked in the noggin.”

“It,” he panted, “it does?”

“Sure does. And you got hit real good.”

“Right.” Radar sat with his eyes closed for another moment before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He cradled his other arm close to his chest, wincing as he adjusted it. Then he jerked his head up, eye wide as he hopped down form the oil drum. “Oh!”

“Woah there!” Henry stepped back, watching as the boy swayed. “Careful.”

“‘M okay, sir. I won’t be a bother no more.”

“You’re not. But you shouldn’t move so fast when you’re unsteady.”

“‘M fine.”

Henry held up 2 fingers. “Radar, how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Four, sir,” he said, eyelids fluttering. “But… you have a really big pinky finger…”

Henry lunged forward just in time to catch Radar as swayed too far and pitched to the left. He collected the boy in his arms, sitting him between his legs on the ground. Radar yelped when it jostled his arm. “Sorry, Radar!”

He could only hiss in response, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

“Okay, kid, it’s alright.” Henry looked down when Radar shook his head against his chest. “It is, really. You’ll be okay.”

“‘S not that…” Radar forced his eyes open. “Father Mulcahy… He’s still under there…”

“What?” Hawkeye nearly shouted, still standing nearby. “Why didn’t you tell us this before, Radar?”

“‘M sorry. I forgot.” His voice trembled as he spoke. “I didn’t mean to forget.”

“Take it easy on him, will you, Pierce?” Henry snapped at Hawkeye’s back as he started digging again. “He’s probably got a concussion.”

“Well, where was he?”

“On my left,” Radar sniffed. “He was telling me about his sister.”

“Okay, alright, Radar,” Henry soothed. “It’s alright. Hawkeye’s not mad at you, he’s just worried about Mulcahy. That’s all.”

“I didn’t mean to forget ‘im under there. Honest…”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Ho-Honest… I didn’t mean to—”

“Radar, it’s alright.”

A sob bubbled up as Radar repeated himself again. “I didn’t mean to.”

Hawkeye glanced back at the pair over his shoulder with a frown. Henry gave him a pointed look.

“Here he is!” Klinger shouted, shoving another piece of metal out of the way.

Hawkeye took one of his arms, beginning to haul him up. “You alright, Father?”

“Come on, Father,” Klinger said, taking the man’s other arm. Together, he and Hawkeye pulled Mulcahy to his feet as he began speaking.

“Sis and I picked up these apples from under the tree…”

The two exchanged a puzzled look. Klinger steadied Mulcahy while Hawkeye kept one hand on his arm, using his other hand to check his eyes. He studied them both, watching to see how his pupils reacted to the light, which would have been easier if the man was looking at him. Instead, his unfocused gaze flitted all over the place.

“I remember I said, ‘You can’t make a pie out of crab apples…’”

Hawkeye felt his ribs for damage.

“…and she said, ‘I learned how in the Girl Scouts.’”

Hawkeye checked both of his arms before turning back to Klinger, who stared at him with a wrinkled brow and a more than confused stare. “He’ll be alright. He’s just a little dazed.”

“She used brown sugar,” Mulcahy continued, his blue eyes the only part of his body not caked with dirt and dust, “and the crust was just so crispy and nice.”

Hawkeye’s features couldn’t seem to decide between concerned and amused as he watched the Chaplain speak.

“Well, it was so good, we ate it all before dinner!”

Hawkeye turned to Klinger. “Get him back to his tent. Let him rest.” Klinger only nodded in response, pulling Mulcahy gently away as he continued to ramble deliriously.

“Mommy came into the kitchen and said, ‘What the hell’s going on in here?’” He turned then, taking in Klinger’s red dress. “I remember, Mommy. You know…” He looked Klinger up and down again. “That was the first time I ever heard you swear.”

Klinger squinted at him before giving a wide-eyed look to the ground. He wrapped his other arm around Mulcahy’s back and led him silently, or so he hoped, to post-op.

Hawkeye, on the other hand, headed straight back to Radar. He crouched in front of him, watching as Henry ran a hand over the boy’s hair in an attempt to comfort him. Hawkeye reached out and laid a hand on his uninjured arm, just under his corporal’s stripes. “Hey.”

Radar shook his head, causing him to whimper. He kept his eyes closed. “‘M really sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Is he okay?”

“He will be.”

Radar squinted at him. “He’s hurt?”

“It’s nothing major.” Hawkeye frowned, reaching out to wipe a tear from Radar’s cheek. “Hey now… What’s with the tears, hmm?”

“I’m—sorry—”

“Radar,” Henry sighed, tightening his arms around him. “It’s okay. Everyone’s going to be fine. What’s that?”

Radar tried again, though it was still difficult to hear through his sobs into Henry’s chest. “My fault.”

“Oh no it ain’t. You didn’t drop that bomb on the two o’ ya.”

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of me!”

“Well, Hell, Radar,” Hawkeye tried to reason,” you’re hurt, too.”

“But… But…”

“No, not buts. No one here wants any butts, right, Henry?”

“Huh? Oh, right. No butts.”

“Exactly. See? No one is mad at you, Radar. I’m sorry that I snapped at you before.”

“S’okay.”

Hawkeye rose from his crouch and stepped back, chest aching from the way Radar’s kept hitching with suppressed sobs. He pursed his lips. “We should get him back to his quarters. let him rest.”

“Yeah, that’ll be for the best. Help me out, will ya, Pierce?”

With a nod, Hawkeye bent down to help Henry up. “Here, let me help carry him.”

“No, no, I got him.”

“But Henry, your ba—”

“I said I got him.”

Hawkeye opened his mouth to argue, but shut it just as quickly when he saw the look in his eyes. This wasn’t a request. It was an order.

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weltato · 26 days

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I'm going to gush about a very old character (as in the original run of the show is very old, not the character himself).

Hello Tumblr! I remembered the finale of M*A*S*H the other day, as you do, and it just hit me as to why I fucking love Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye' Pierce so much.

If you don't know this character/show, dw, I'm keeping things under the cut so you can scroll away :)

If you want to read on anyway, warning for infant death.

So, Hawkeye :)

My goodness, this man is SO well written. I need to explain to you why I find him so endearing.

He's a jokester, that much is obvious right off the bat, so he pranks others and can get a dig at others quite well, but he never does it maliciously. Well, sure, he's an ass to Frank and Charles most especially and will absolutely take any and every opportunity to fuck with them, but he's not out to actively harm anyone.

Which is nice, since he's the Head Surgeon. You'd like to think that your Head Surgeon isn't a serial killer.

He's a ladies man. A chronic ladies man. He makes a pass at almost every single nurse at camp - especially Houlihan - and that's iconic about him. But d'you wanna know what's even more iconic?

As soon as he finds out the girl he's seeing is married or in a relationship, he'll stop. Sometimes he's even outright asked if they're taken, then he'll make a joke and move on if they are.

Hawkeye isn't a marriage breaker.

And I love that about him. He doesn't want to come between couples; it doesn't matter if the marriage/relationship is a happy one or not, he's not about to go and break up a marriage/relationship for his own personal gain. He's just not that kind of guy.

Any time kids come into it, he's immediately protective. He's not going to show a child more pain and suffering when they've already been brought through a warzone and are probably orphaned now and also had to have major surgery.

I mean, that's his whole thing in the finale. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!

Quick reminder for context: in 'Goodbye, Farewell and Amen' we begin with Hawk away from the M*A*S*H and in a mental hospital for some reason. We (the audience) don't know why, but it's clear that everyone else (the characters) do know. Hawk doesn't think he should be there and seems pretty miserable about it, but then we learn why he's there - a baby died.

And here's the kicker: Hawk blames himself. He thinks it's his fault that the baby is dead. Why?

Well, at first he remembers the event as everyone having a fun day out for once and Hawk in the back calling out for a bottle of something alcoholic for a guy he's sat with.

Then it turns out it's not for fun. The guy he's with is bleeding out, he needs a bottle of either the clear stuff (idk what that would be, I'm not a medical student) or a bottle of blood for a quick transfusion.

What's great about how this scene is shot is that, at first, it stays with the upbeat and happy tone from Hawk, but then the deadly silent and morbid passing of the bottle, and then it shifts to the darker tone.

Now, that's not the baby scene.

Here comes the baby scene.

Hawkeye at first remembers a woman with a chicken when the bus ran into enemy territory and everyone had to be quiet. The chicken wasn't quiet and so he asked the woman if she could get the chicken to be quiet. And it was. It just stopped.

Sidney asks about it - "It stopped?"

"Yeah, it stopped."

Then we cut back to the woman at the back of the bus. The crying woman at the back of the bus. And the still bundle in her arms.

It was her baby. Her little baby that was also crying just a few seconds ago. The noise that Hawkeye wanted to make stop because they'd be caught with all these casualties and innocent people and he's stressed, ok?

That baby is dead. The mum had to smother her own child so they wouldn't be found. And Hawkeye is distraught over this, because he's the one that told her to.

Ugh. I can't even. This man has been through SO much and has seen death and destruction daily, so much so that he's basically numb to it at this point, but a baby dying is too much and he just breaks-

He's in a high stress situation 24/7, it makes sense that eventually the rock of the 4077th would crack. He couldn't say goodbye to Trapper, Henry died on his flight home, Radar left them to go back home to his mum - Hawk has the friends he still has, of course, but he's only human and a human can only take so much.

It's when Sidney deems him well enough to at least go back to the camp that Hawkeye gets his next challenge. Wounded have arrived and they really need him to help out, so he does and it's going pretty well for the most part (y'know, as well as meatball surgery can go) until a child comes across his table. A little girl, probably no older than 6 or 7. Everyone in the room goes quiet, though they're still working since they can't exactly pause while elbow deep in someone's guts, and Colonel Potter (or BJ, I can't remember which) asks if Hawk's ok. BJ (or Colonel Potter) says he can take her. Sidney watches on as Hawkeye takes a second, looks this girl over, then nods.

He can do it. Sidney smiles - his job is done.

Sure, it's hard, but Hawkeye can work, and that's all he needs to know.

Hawkeye, the man who loves a joke and loves messing around with his friends.

Hawkeye, the man who chases after every 'single' woman but not the ones in relationships.

Hawkeye, the man who plays pranks on the whole camp but is kind hearted enough to never cause actual harm because he believes in the Hippocratic Oath so. strongly.

Hawkeye, the man who cares for the children that come into the M*A*S*H despite having none of his own because those are children and they should be anywhere but a war.

Hawkeye, the man who sticks around the longest out of everyone (except Margaret since she's there as long as he is) and can always find something to smile at even though he's always wanting to leave and never does.

Hawkeye, the man who takes his job very seriously and gets angry when other doctors try to come in and flaunt their fancy-schmancy skills that mean nothing out there.

Hawkeye, the man who takes offense at generals who think they can change something when they don't know what the fuck goes on at all.

Hawkeye. The man I would love to be friends with.

I love him so much. I love the writing of him so much. He's just...he's Hawkeye. And I love him.

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majorbaby · 1 year

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decided it was as good a night as any to watch MASH (1970). i was going to take detailed notes the way i've been doing during my current rewatch of MASH (TV) but the purpose of that has been so i have stuff to refer back to when creating fanwork. about halfway through the watch i decided it wasn't worth all of that, but i did still make some notes about what i liked and didn't.

the bad

i'm starting with the bad because it had a really big effect on my experience of watching this movie. no need for bullets because it's the one thing, but the one thing is really bad: the misogyny. given, i have a very weak stomach for sexual violence on screen, particularly against women, but like, under no circumstances would i recommend this movie to anyone without a very heavy-handed content warning.

i'd been forewarned against it but i still underestimated how bad it would be. it was cruel and it left such a bad taste in my mouth i don't think i can rewatch, and if i ever do, i'd skip the offending scenes.

don't be fooled by the number of things on my "good" list. i'd trade 'em all for there to be less of the bad.

the good

genuinely touching opening credits. the MASH theme is immortal. beautiful shots of the compound. i'm gushing about it because i've worked in editing/motion graphics and i love a solid title sequence, this is one of the best i've ever seen

this movie hates christianity in general, but distinguishes catholicism from protestantism. i thought that was interesting considering MASH (TV)'s Frank is prejudiced against Catholics, something that is characteristic of a more rigid flavour of white supremacy that racializes people who would normally qualify as white (e.g. Italian and Irish Catholics). pointing out the difference tells me this movie is aware of evangelical christianity being the chief religious influence on American public policy, including foreign policy

this movie really hates the army, it could just stand to do better at hating the ideologies that prop up the army as well

hawkeye will call any man "babe" or "baby"

trapper john and his mysterious parka of assorted sundries

that's another thing. this movie is really gay, which does not absolve it of its sins

"Captain Pierce, did you call me?" "No, my name is Hawkeye"

Mclean's Henry Blake is way more likeable than movie Henry Blake, but the similarities are all there

i need to talk about the tone of this movie. so going back to the title sequence, part of the reason i like it so much is because it perfectly establishes the tone of the entire movie. larry gelbart once said that the title sequence to MASH (TV) "prepares you for what you are about to watch" and while I agree with that statement completely, I think it's doubly true of its film counterpart. there's this melancholy feeling that persists throughout the whole movie. kind of depressing tbh, despite how boisterous and silly the events on screen can get. there's a lot of mood lighting, quiet conversations. outside it's eternally overcast. when i think of it and compare it to MASH (TV) I understand why Robert Altman hated the show so much. tonally, it's completely different. when you hear the japanese cover of "happy days are here again" in the movie, it feels especially ironic, rather than lighthearted as it can be on MASH (TV). "my blue heaven" sounds even darker. but inspite of the gloom that pervades the movie, it's never quite as tragic as the objectively tragic moments on MASH (Bless You Hawkeye, GFA, Sometimes You Hear the Bullet, Guerilla My Dreams etc). the ending really nails that sad, but not too sad vibe.

once again, oliver jones is the hottest surgeon at the 4077th

elliott gould is a close second

trapper and hawkeye are in love... to everyone's peril. gay wrongs. so many gay wrongs in this movie.

did you think i was done talking about how in love trapper and hawkeye are in this? hawkeye, trapper and duke are supposed to be something of a trio in this movie, but as soon as trapper arrives duke is third-wheeling constantly. hawkeye says to trapper when he meets him, "do i know you from somewhere?" and a slow smile spreads across trapper's face later, while tossing around a football, hawkeye catches a pass from trapper and recognizes him by it as trapper does a slow walk towards hawkeye with his hands in my pockets good god, be still my piercintyre loving heart: trapper: [describing a pass] lucky your mouth wasn’t open or it would’ve got stuck in your throat hawkeye: baby! why it’s trapper john mcintyre!

we are never having the casual sex on MASH debate ever again, hawkeye settled it in this movie: (the) lieutenant dish: hawkeye, you have to remember, i’m married hawkeye: i’m married. i’m happy. i love my wife. if she was here, i’d be with her dish: i’m very happily married hawkeye: there is no question to loving anybody, it is a question of only helping.

#mostly it was good for rounding out my piercintyre headcanons #re: mash #mash 1970

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multifandomfix · 2 years

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Fluff = 🌼 Smut = 🌹 Angst = 🥀 Dark = 🌑 Humor = 🃏 Pregnancy = 🤰🏼

Small Town Flirt 🌼

Hawkeye is finally coming home to Crabapple Cove, and he’s intrigued to meet you, the person his father has mentioned in his latest letter.

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce one shots #send requests #requests open

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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𝐌*𝐀*𝐒*𝐇* —

Hawkeye Pierce

Your Tip. Your Change. [SERIES MASTERLIST]

- Hawkeye and Reader’s relationship chronicled in three parts

Francis Mulcahy

Angel [Francis Mulcahy x Maura Samuel (OC)]

- Francis Mulcahy has yet to experience many things, but love isn’t one of them

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x reader #hawkeye pierce x you #hawkeye pierce x y/n #hawkeye pierce fanfiction #hawkeye pierce fanfic #hawkeye pierce fic #hawkeye pierce fluff #hawkeye pierce angst #hawkeye pierce hurt comfort #hawkeye pierce one shot #hawkeye pierce imagine #mash #mash fanfiction #mash fic #mash fanfic #mash reader insert #hawkeye pierce reader insert #mashblr

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seesbetterfromadistance · 9 months

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EMP | open rp

The air is filled with the sounds of battle; explosions, gunfire, shouts from both bystanders and responders alike create a feeling of chaos. But amid the chaos were those sent to help, those doing what they could to stop the attack at large, to capture or kill those responsible. And for the most part it seemed those sent to help had gained the upper hand, bodies both dead and simply subdued lined the streets, things seemingly winding down, banter filling the comms as success seemed imminent.

But there was an unseen threat, one that would greatly affect a select few of their team members, that would affect anything electrical in nature.

Hawkeye per usual was perched atop a roof, not the highest in the area but the one that gave him both the greatest vantage point and the best field of fire. His bow string was drawn back, an arrow nocked and ready to find its target, “Do me a favor and move 6 inches to the....” The comms cut and soon the cause hits him ‘like a truck.’ What they hadn’t expected was the other guys to have access to a short wave EMP and when it seemed they were losing of course they’d deploy their last line of defense. It’s quick, the way his hearing aids rapidly heat up and in seconds there’s an ear piercing sound amplified by the devices followed by a pop, his arrow clamors to the ground as his arms slacken, the attack brings him to his knees, his hands coming up to tear the devices from his ears and toss them. His entire world is spinning as a warm trickle of blood drips from his ears. “Shit.” He’s compromised and cut off, he only hoping the EMP was only able to reach a select few of them. But he can’t move, his equilibrium shot, the piercing sound seemingly unstopped as if his eardrums, well what little functionality of them that is seem to have been affected.

#hawkeye rp #clint barton rp #avengers rp #marvel rp #open rp #aos rp

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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M*A*S*H* Masterlist

-One-shots -

Hawkeye Pierce

A Perfect Dream

- Hurt/Comfort -

Hurt/Comfort Alphabet Prompt List

Hawkeye Pierce

Forgotten

Falling

Heatstroke

Bitter Kisses

Hawkeye Pierce x reader x B.J. Hunnicutt

Just a Cough

That Time of the Month

We’ve Got You

B.J. Hunnicutt

Accident

Sleep

Idiot

Hurts to Breathe

Just Sleepy

Trapper John McIntyre

Best Medicine

- Drabbles -

Hawkeye Pierce

#1- Whose blood is that?

#2- Rest Now

- Series -

Hawkeye Pierce

Confessions

Fanfic Masterlist

#hawkeye #hawkeye pierce #mash hawkeye #bj x hawkeye #hawkeye mash #mash show #mash fanfiction #mash #mash series #mash fandom #bj hunnicutt #margaret houlihan #radar o'reilly #trapper john mcintyre #hawkeye pierce x reader #mash hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x you

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thebreakfastgenie · 10 months

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80s Business AU

80s business AU started as a joke based on the IBM commercials, but at some point I got really invested. There are three sort of branches of continuity in my head, the gen one, the Hawkeye/Charles one, and the Hawkeye/Margaret one. I'm focusing on the houlihawk one right now in my daydreams, but the main events I'll talk about apply to all of them.

They all work at MASH Corp which I think manufactures medical supplies. It's set in vaguely New York, because that's the most 80s business city of all.

Also I want to put a huge caveat that I didn't want to ignore the AIDS crisis, but I also didn't feel like I could handle it sensitively in such a crack AU, so the solution I'm going with for now is that everyone is using all the condoms all the time.

With the exception of Henry, all characters appear at the same time, with BJ and Charles joining the office without anyone leaving.

Dramatis personae:

Henry Blake: The manager of their department who was trying to get transferred to another city that his wife wanted to move to. His transfer is finally approved, but on his way back from his final business trip before the transfer, he is killed in a plane crash.

Hawkeye Pierce: Mid level employee. Extremely competent, but kind of a mess personally.

Trapper John McIntyre: Hawkeye's colleague and best friend.

BJ Hunnicutt: Colleague of Hawkeye and Trapper and their third amigo. Recently transferred in from San Francisco.

Margaret Houlihan: the only woman in the office besides the secretaries and never lets anyone forget it. Serves in the same role as Frank and Charles, but is paid less, something she is constantly agitating about.

Frank Burns: serves in a slightly more senior role than Hawkeye, Trapper, and BJ. Frank's constant brown-nosing has yet to pay off.

Charles Emerson Winchester III: the son of a board member, Charles was transferred laterally after insulting his boss at his previous branch, but he sees it as a demotion. Serves in the same role as Frank and Margaret. Charles, to his credit, worked his way up to his previous position from the mail room. Becomes friends with Hawkeye.

Francis Mulcahy: a seminary school dropout in a junior position. Generally friendly to everybody.

Max Klinger: an enterprising young man in a junior role, friendly with everybody but especially Hawkeye.

Radar O'Reilly: a junior employee who works with technology, he's the best at his job despite less formal education.

Sherman Potter: the new manager, transferred from St. Louis after Henry's death. Affable and likes to socialize with his employees, but ultimately a company man.

Kehlani "Kellye" Yamoto: one of the most senior secretaries, responsible for starting the company's first union.

Sidney Freedman: Hawkeye's therapist. Hawkeye is bad at keeping appointments, but likes Sidney and invites him to socialize, which he does in order to keep an eye on Hawkeye, and because he likes him.

Some points:

Originally I had Henry on PanAm 103, but I recently learned a Korean Air passenger plane was shot down a few years earlier, after accidentally flying into the wrong airspace, so I'm considering changing it.

Hawkeye and Trapper sneak off to day drink in the boiler room, nicknamed the swamp due to its humidity. BJ drinks with them too, but only after business hours. Over time, Hawkeye's day drinking becomes less controlled.

Margaret carries on an affair with Frank, until she meets Donald Penobscott, an executive at a company they work with. Margaret and Donald have a very expensive wedding with all the 80s cliches, and divorce within a year. Donald has affairs, which is serious because he doesn't use protection with Margaret and she doesn't know what she might have been exposed to. Her tests come up clear, but she finds out she's pregnant. Hawkeye drives her to the abortion clinic.

While Margaret is married to Donald, Hawkeye and Margaret get trapped together on a business trip during a hurricane and end up sharing the last room at the airport hotel. They sleep together during this trip. Later, after Margaret's divorce, they're known for making out at office parties.

BJ was transferred unexpectedly, and is unhappy about having to uproot Peg and Erin, because Peg is now isolated in a new city without a support system. After he befriends Trapper, Louise makes friends with Peg and helps her meet people. BJ and Trapper begin spending more time together, especially while Hawkeye is spending a lot of time with Charles.

Charles begins abusing stimulants in order to boost his performance at work, eventually becoming addicted to cocaine. Hawkeye starts doing drugs with him, though he's self-medicating underlying mental health issues, not trying to improve his career. Hawkeye becomes somewhat distance from Trapper and BJ at this point. Charles and Hawkeye do drugs in the bathroom during Margaret's wedding reception, and Charles ODs. Hawkeye, very high himself, has to call an ambulance, and it ruins Margaret's reception.

Charles goes to rich people rehab after his OD, and returns to work sober. Hawkeye is still using, so they stop being close, until Hawkeye finally gets clean himself a few months later, and starts taking therapy with Sidney more seriously.

At some point during his mental health recovery arc, Hawkeye visits Henry's family in Illinois, where Henry had been planning to move to before he died.

Kellye organizes a strike for the secretarial staff, and Trapper refuses to cross the picket line.

BJ loves Garfield. He has a Garfield daily calendar and his workspace is covered in his favorite Garfield cartoons. He wears a Garfield tie every Friday. BJ is not as easy to get a Secret Santa gift for as you would think, because if you buy him a Garfield he already has he'll be devastated that you didn't remember when he described it to you in detail. He always buys everyone Garfield-themed gifts for holidays and he's assigned everyone their own character. No one understands his reasoning behind who was given each character, but Hawkeye is Odie because Odie has the most merchandise available after Garfield himself.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Shot Through the Heart

Pairing: Clint "Hawkeye" Barton x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, fluff, aliens, explosions, mentions of fear, broken wrist, slight description of gore, language, kissing, implied sex, and implied feelings.

Word Count: 1,237

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly

The whole building shook as another explosion sounded in the distance. Out of all the days for this to happen, why...why did it have to be the day your biggest report was due? Everyone on your floor had already evacuated, fearing for their lives as the Avengers worked to save the city from the aliens.

Aliens.

Something you never thought would cross your mind. It felt like you were stuck in a Men in Black movie and soon you'd be approached by Will Smith's character being made to forget everything you'd already seen.

Bullets shattered the large row of glass windows to your office floor pulling you back to reality and you moved to duck under a desk. The one day you decided to wear a pencil skirt and high heels, and you had to tactically hide from a deadly species?

Fucking awesome.

The sarcastic voice inside your head stopped suddenly, raw fear making your blood run cold. One of the monsters was stomping its way through the room, and it could smell you.

The awful sounds it made and the scrape of its clawed feet crept closer and closer to where you hid. Out of all the ways to die this was not even remotely what you'd envisioned.

It stopped in front of the big oak desk, sniffing and snarling and you contemplated trying to fight it. Heels or no heels you weren't going down without at least trying to get away.

The desk was ripped from the floor, crashing somewhere behind you, and you took the opportunity to slip your left heel off and stab the creature in its abdomen. A loud pained screech pierced your ears and you backed yourself haphazardly away towards the opposite wall.

The alien trained its eyes on you, drool dripping from the sides of its mouth where rows of sharp white teeth displaying its hunger. It ran toward you, a scream falling from your lips as you waited for the inevitable.

Before you could blink, an arrow shot right through the creature's left eye, its body sinking to the floor like an anchor. Your chest heaved, tears of relief pooling in your eyes as one of the Avengers fell to his knees in front of you.

"Shh. It's alright...it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."

Even through your teary vision, you knew who he was. He was even more beautiful up close. Short brown hair and the bluest eyes you'd ever seen stared down at you, filled with concern.

You couldn't speak, the shock made your body shake uncontrollably.

"Can I take your jacket off, honey? Just wanna see if you're hurt. That's all." A small nod was all he needed.

His hands were gentle despite his well-defined arms. Those arms. The ones you'd only seen on TV. The ones you'd imagined touching you, holding you, pinning you beneath him as he made you come apart over and over.

Oh, you were so fucked.

He must have finished his assessment because now his right hand was pressed to his ear, his voice low as he spoke to an empty room...well, except for you two.

"Cap? Cap, can you hear me?"

His tongue flicked over his bottom lip and you shivered. A hot curl of arousal began to ignite like wildfire. Damn, this man.

"Got a female on the forty-second floor. She's got a few scrapes and possibly a broken wrist. You gonna be alright without me for a few minutes?"

After a few more seconds he turned his attention back to you. "Can you stand, darlin'?"

You let out a shaky breath, "I-I think so…"

He helped you stand and steadied you with his hands splayed along your sides. "What's your name?"

"Y/N...I um...th-thank you for uh...for saving me, mister Hawkeye sir."

He snorted and shook his head. "Haven't been called sir in a long time. No need for formalities, sweetheart. Call me Clint. And you're welcome for saving you. Couldn't let that thing slay a pretty lady such as you."

Your breath hitched as you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. "Y-You...you think...me?"

Way to go, Y/N. Your internal conscience facepalmed at your lack of response. That's definitely the way to win an Avenger over.

He smiled and brushed his fingers against your cheek.

"You're gorgeous, honey. S'not every day a pretty girl takes my breath away."

Blue eyes passed over your features and settled their gaze on your parted lips. "I usually don't do this," his voice was breathy and it made you weak at the thought of how he'd sound in a more intimate setting. "but I really wanna kiss you right now."

Somehow your brain was coherent enough to form a proper sentence. "So do it."

His lips pressed against yours, tentatively at first, but soon became more heated. Taking care not to hurt your wrist, he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His fingers curled around your waist, his toned body becoming flush with yours while his mouth trailed kisses along your jaw.

"So pretty…"

The feeling of his hot breath against your skin was intoxicating, your skin burned everywhere he touched you.

"Clint...please."

His teeth nipped at your neck before he soothed the fresh mark with his tongue. "I know, sweetheart...I got you."

As much as you both wanted to, you knew now wasn't the time to take this makeout session any further. Reluctantly, Clint pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"I gotta finish the fight, honey. Will you wait for me? I can have Stark bring one of his suits to take you to the tower. They'll treat your wounds there."

Your mind was still reeling from his kiss, so it took you a moment to realize he'd asked you a question.

"You with me, love? If you don't wa-"

You shut him up with another kiss, your fingers sliding through his short hair. "Yes. Yes, call Stark."

He chuckled, his eyes not leaving yours as he once again raised a hand to his ear.

"Tony, hey, you there?"

You were close enough to hear his immediate response.

"Yeah, Katniss. You need backup or somethin'?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "No, but I do need a favor."

Tony was quick to reply. "Robin Hood is asking me for a favor? Oh, this oughta be good."

"I need one of your suits to bring the woman I saved back to the tower for medical treatment."

Tony whistled, "damn Barton! Thought you were killing aliens not plannin' a date."

Steve chimed in before he could respond. "Language!"

"Seriously, Tony? Just lend me a suit and I'll buy you a beer or something later."

Tony sighed, "oh, alright fine. But I want a whole case of beer and some tacos. Oh! And some margarita mix."

Clint caressed your face gingerly as you both waited for your ride. "Everything will be okay, honey. Don't worry about me. These creatures are nothin'."

You kissed him sweetly, "promise you'll meet me later?"

The sound of metal landing nearby caused you both to look up.

"I'm here to escort you back to headquarters, miss."

Clint led you to the robot and watched as it carefully lifted you into its arms.

"Clint, promise me."

He pressed a parting kiss to your lips and smiled softly as you were carried away.

"I promise."

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 1 year

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2022 (Fanfiction) in Review

Fics Written This Year

One-Shots

In the Morning (Doctor Strange x OC)

Not a Date (Doctor Strange x OC)

Desperate Times (Doctor Strange x OC)

Rough Day (Doctor Strange x OC)

What Are We Doing? (Doctor Strange x OC)

A Date You'll Never Remember (Steven Grant x OC)

A Moment You Won't Forget (Jake Lockley x OC)

Laundry and Taxes (Doctor Strange x OC)

I See Queen Mad Hath Been With You (Eddie Munson x OC)

Welcome to Hellfire (Eddie Munson x OC)

Pretty Girls and Ice Cream (Eddie Munson x OC)

Jealousy and Scrunchies (Eddie Munson x OC)

Will You Miss Me? (Hob Gadling x OC)

One Day I'll Hate You (Goncharov x Reader)

Drabbles

asking you on a date (Doctor Strange x Reader)

tending to your wounds (Doctor Strange x Clumsy!Reader)

peter setting you up on a date (Doctor Strange x Reader)

strange finding confident cassandra kinda hot (Doctor Strange x OC)

kissing top of their head (Clone Trooper Kix x Reader)

touching their elbow to get their attention (Din Djarin x OC)

"I want you to tell me something you've never told anyone else." (Poe Dameron x OC)

Old Family Cure All (Doctor Strange x OC)

Why Am I So Romantic (Doctor Strange x OC)

braiding the other’s hair (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

Who I Was Before (Doctor Strange x OC)

bandaging/stitching up an injury (Poe Dameron x Reader)

kissing their bruises and scars (Bodhi Rook x Reader)

“I’ll help you study.” (Loki x Sigyn)

hug (Thrawn x Reader)

dancing with each other (Conqueror!Sigyn x President!Loki)

steven protecting you (Steven Grant x Reader)

watching steven sleep (Steven Grant x OC)

bumping noses while kissing (Steven Grant x OC)

"I've had a miserable day at work" + "kissing your lovers wounds" (Din Djarin x OC)

forehead touch (Steven Grant x OC)

It’s Been a Long Day (Doctor Strange x OC)

stargazing (Steven Grant x OC)

At Sunrise (Doctor Strange x OC)

You Wanna Kiss Me So Bad (Eddie Munson x OC)

"No way, you're ticklish." (Eddie Munson x OC)

holding the other’s jaw (Thrawn x Reader)

shielding the other one with their body (Thrawn x Reader)

"We'll face this together" (Matt Murdock x Reader)

dancing with each other (Doctor Strange x Reader)

falling asleep on the other's shoulder (Hawkeye Pierce x OC)

never enough (Captain Gregor x Reader)

taking the other’s hand to look for injuries (Thrawn x Reader)

massages them (Loki x Sigyn)

relieved kisses (Eddie Munson x Reader)

a kiss on the hand (Loki x Sigyn)

life or death kisses (Thrawn x Reader)

passionate kisses (Thrawn x Reader)

a bout of humility (Morpheus x OC)

to every end and every beginning (Morpheus x OC)

comforting hug (Bruce Banner x Reader)

kisses for a cover (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go (Din Djarin x Reader)

Other

5 Sentence Fics

Hope of Morning Masterlist (Morpheus x OC x Hob Gadling)

The Witch of Hell's Kitchen Masterlist (Doctor Strange x OC)

Lost in Moonlight Masterlist (Steven Grant x OC)

Lucy x Eddie Headcanon Masterlist

Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing:

I wrote a lot more than I gave myself credit for, even if I haven't really been posting much the last few months. I guess because I haven't been getting the engagement I used to it felt as if I wasn't posting enough. The amount of writing wasn't the problem. I guess that's what I get for focusing on OCs.

I really do prefer writing OCs over Reader Inserts. Reader Inserts can be fun, but I think playing around with a full character allows for more specific and therefor more fulfilling situation and interactions, at least for me.

Most surprising fic you wrote this year:

Eddie Munson took me by the god damn throat. Stranger Things has been one of my favorite shows for 6 years and it's this asshole that finally gave me the inspiration to write a character for it. The sheer amount I wrote for him and Lucy in the span of six months is frankly obscene.

How you grew as a writer this year:

I think speed was the main thing. The simple fact that a thousand words in one sitting became the norm for me for a while is really impressive. Now I just need to put that energy into an original work.

What’s coming in 2023:

I really am going to try and write something original. I'll likely continue with OCs and mostly write for myself than requests. I've found it more fulfilling and frankly, I think a lot of younger/new users don't know how to give prompts without giving a summary of a fic. I'm not here to get "tumblr famous". I'm just here for a good time.

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