TuskofThyme
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- MASH (TV) (6)
- Dead Poets Society (1989) (2)
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(This has bothered me long enough that I'm redoing it.)
Father Mulcahy is having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.
Mostly.It can always get worse.
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- Part 6 of Vetiti Series
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It starts out with returning the football equipment to the PE shed; both Charlie and Steven learn as much about themselves as they do regarding the other over and over and over. Until it's not enough, and how badly each of them handle the dissolution of their friendship.
“I relive that ‘non-death’ again and again...so tell me, did you know it only takes eight seconds to destroy your life? Because I really wish someone would have warned me about it, that someone would have said putting the football equipment away would be a regret I will carry beyond the day I die.”
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(Thyme, why is this so long? Great question. Good thing you weren't expecting an answer.)
Peek behind the scenes of what we didn't see during The Novocaine Mutiny. Plenty of time for Hawkeye & Mulcahy to continue being simping idiots, torment Frank, pick fights, get cozy, too cozy, and inevitably fuck it all up all over again.
(Thyme, when will they kiss? *stares into the soulless void* How about...y'just read th'thing. Sensational.)
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Never one to leave a person in a worse mood than when they started, he lands a playful joke. “Feeling a bit chilly, Father? I could always warm you up.” He shines a stupid grin, fluttering his eyes dramatically.Mulcahy’s breath caught, the words hanging heavily in the air regardless of how they had been said. He turns slightly, water streaming down his face. “I’m fine, Hawkeye. Really.” He says uncertainly, taken aback when Hawkeye steps closer. His skin sings in goosebumps, hairs prickling—from the water. Not for any other reason.
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- Part 5 of Vetiti Series
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Mulcahy stopped short in their stroll towards the officers club, a coldness freezing in his chest at Hawkeye’s tone. "And what, in no uncertain terms, on earth are you insinuating by that?"
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- Part 4 of Vetiti Series
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It Doesn't Come Out In The Wash by TuskofThyme for FanGirl09, nikki_1438
Fandoms: MASH (TV)
09 Aug 2023
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S4 Ep17 Dear Ma
Hawkeye is on Foot Inspection duty, and Mulcahy is feeling a certain type of way after they went off golfing together yesterday.
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“Pray tell,” Mulchay interrupts the quiet, anxious for engagement, “Who inspects the feet of the foot inspector?”
“I suppose BJ will have to do–but he’s rough about it.” Hawkeye makes a vinegar face before leaning over to share a joking secret, “Always manhandles me when he misses his wife.”
“...I could do it.”
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- Part 3 of Vetiti Series
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Hawkeye walks Mulcahy back to his tent after the disastrous temperance sermon.
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Francis rises to his feet. Tugs his hat off and clutches it in his hands, right against his belly. He doesn't...it's not that he thinks that he'll need to...conceal anything, not when he's become such an expert over the years of redirecting his mind. In fact, now that he's staring holes through the tent wall, he can summon all of his focus to reject this part of himself. Tamp it down. Envision sitting within a frozen field of snow and ice, meditating, not a single soul for miles. There is only Francis, his Lord, and the lovely frigid walls rising up within him, and the clack of plastic—
The clack of plastic.
"There you are."
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- Part 10 of Kiss Roulette
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I spent a month looking for how to use footnotes on ao3, so here
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Trapper has a great relationship with the unit chaplain. Until he doesn't.
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"J-Just take a seat!" Father Mulcahy says cheerfully as he continues laying out the vessels. "I'll have everything ready in a mo—" And he cuts off at the exact second that he looks over his shoulder.
Adrenaline tastes like a lot of things depending on the situation that summons it. When John hears chopper blades, it's a little like acid. When his date's interrupted by someone pounding on the door of supply, it stings like ginger. And right now, seeing the uncertainty in the man in front of him, knowing full well how easy it is to seduce away, understanding that he's making a conscious choice to screw something up, it tastes like burnt caramel.
It'd be a lot easier to care if John hadn't been chewed up and spit out by the same monster that Mulcahy seems so reluctant to let go of.
John flashes a toothy grin. "Hiya, Father."
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- Part 8 of Smutty One-Shots