babyshoeskeleton
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- MASH (TV) (4)
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you're the best thing that I've ever found (handle me with care) by babyshoeskeleton for blartwitchproject
Fandoms: MASH (TV)
22 Feb 2025
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BJ imagines a future where he can repay Hawkeye for his caretaking during the worst time of both of their lives. He knows Hawkeye will be going home to Maine, but he can’t help but entertain a fantasy where they share adjoining offices at San Francisco General, where Hawkeye sleeps in their spare room, where he can look in on Hawkeye when he has bad dreams, where he can take Hawkeye out on the town, where he can make sure Hawkeye never has a bad day ever again.
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food and love (which are, of course, the same thing) by babyshoeskeleton for AMRV_5
Fandoms: MASH (TV)
05 Nov 2024
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BJ loves party planning. He also loves Hawkeye. And while his first attempt at throwing Hawkeye a birthday party (nowhere near his actual birthday) went off the rails, he's determined to do it right for the real occasion - complete with a taste of Crabapple Cove.
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BJ finally makes it to Maine with all of his super secret hush hush feelings, but a blizzard keeps him from leaving Hawkeye’s place for days and well, close proximity forces everything out in the open.
(For Shan, based on her prompt for the MASHole server holiday exchange)
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“Godspeed, Jack Scully, wherever you are,” Hawkeye says, raising his beer in the air in a toast.
“The way Margaret was glued to his side all night, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hiding out in her tent until the heat is off,” suggests BJ with a giggle.
“Mmm. Lucky Margaret.”
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How did those flowers end up in BJ's hair at the end of "A Night At Rosie's"?
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Skyscrapers in the city didn’t reach so much as hunch, Atlases under the sky’s stifling weight. High-rise lights in the distant far-up were smothered by the smog, which broke itself against the brickwork—just another murder-suicide.
One more cold night in a long spell of dark, listless, collar-turned-up evenings. New York. Nineteen fifty-three.
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Two doctors-turned-detectives meet by chance. They fall out, fall in, and fall together in the fall of 1953.
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12 Sep 2025
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Greetings from Korea, where the days blend together in a haze of duty, dirt, distance and disgust. The weather here is unpredictable. Some days the sun warms everything enough to take the bite off the chilliest of nights, and others it feels like we may as well be in Antarctica. Sometimes, being here, I feel like I know absolutely nothing… which coincidentally, is also how I feel about Antarctica.
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31 May 2025
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Hawkeye gestured vaguely, defeated, and pushed his hair back. It was significantly silvered. Half a year home, and he still wore the war obviously: grey hair, defensive slouch, the sort of taut thinness that suggested illness or endurance sport. He looked like a person who couldn’t get comfortable. BJ wanted him comfortable with an intensity that ached.
__Wrung out and worse for wear, Hawkeye can't enjoy himself the way he used to. BJ does his best to help him recover his enthusiasm. In the process they find new ways to appreciate each other alongside more corporeal pleasures: sleeping, sex, and of course good food.
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Supper was roast chicken and boiled potatoes, the dinnerware laid out on a cloth with tiny embroidered flowers. Their mother poured water from a pitcher with lemon slices floating in it and lit the oil lamp in the center of the table, even though there was still light coming through the windows.
“Light makes it feel cozy,” she’d always say. “Even when it isn’t.”
BJ didn’t know what that meant, exactly. He always made a mental note to ask but the notes always got lost or tucked away for later.
The front door opened and closed with a loud thud. Their father’s footsteps came slow and solid, as usual. He walked in, hat in one hand, brown coat slung over his shoulder.
“Evening,” he said. His voice was gravelly and flat. Not angry - not yet. Just tired. Always tired.
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14 Apr 2025
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Half asleep, hungover, and morose, BJ makes disjointed conversation on the first leg of his long journey home.
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13 Feb 2025