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"Picture Frames" rei brown // S8E22 "Dreams" // S9E14 "Oh, How We Danced"

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So Please be Tender and Darling, Surrender
Words: 2858
Fandom: MASH (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Peg Hunnicutt
Summary:
They’re waiting, she knows that, and it’s fine, really, it’s only six more months.
But Peggy has heard things, things you can do with the boy you’re marrying that don’t require a wedding ring as a prerequisite.
And well… she’s never been very good at holding back when she wants something.
Happy anniversary to these two crazy kids! 💜
Hi everyone!!
I wrote my first punnihawk fic ever :))
⚡️Summary⚡️
“How the hell are you here?” Hawkeye stood back, “a plane ticket is way too expensive, why are you-“
“I had to sell my kidney for one, you won’t believe what I had to do for three!”
“What?”
“Three.” BJ corrected him. “It’s not only me, Hawk.” He smiled “I’ve brought Peg and Erin”
[…] “why?”
“I wanted the most important people in my life to meet.”
My Top 5 Favorite Fics I Wrote in 2023
I thought this might be a little self-indulgent to do, but hey, you know what, I'm proud of the things I've written this year, and so I wanted to highlight some of the ones I keep going back to reread, especially for any readers who might be new to my stuff. As always, thank you to everyone who welcomed me into the fold and who cheers me on with every new and unique and sometimes strange ships and plots I bring forth!!
Scratching The Itch (BJ/Hawkeye, 44k)
The OG, my very first fic in the fandom, the one that kicked off all the ridiculousness that was to come. Loved getting to start off all my twists and turns and set the scene for the long haul forward. Looking back, there’s several things I’d love to tweak or polish up, but I think I’m going to leave it as it is. If anything, it’ll be really wonderful to see where I came from, especially as I approach my first anniversary in this fandom.
I’d Give Up Forever to Touch You (BJ/Sidney, BJ/Hawkeye, 24k)
Probably the best example this year of the kinds of concise, character/relationship-centric narratives that I’m so passionate about writing. I loved getting to dig into BJ’s complicated thought processes, to write Sidney through BJ’s eyes—even though there was a rich internal monologue running at all times for Sidney that only I was privy to—and to explore so so many headcanons I have for Beej in particular (autistic BJ be upon you).
To Be Kissed Upon The Eyes (Sidney/Hawkeye/Sam, 15k)
One of my favorite examples of me taking a rare ship and just fucking running with it. Sam has a grand total of Three (3) fics on AO3, and getting the chance to build so much of him from scratch was a delight. I loved getting to write a well-established romance between older characters as well as how bringing someone new into the midst of that can shift the dynamic.
To Have and To Hold (BJ/Hawkeye, BJ/Peg, 17k)
This was my first time spent exploring gender-centric headcanons for Hawkeye and another example of my extremely early writing, when I was weaving so much of my settings purely on the fly. I love looking back on it and reflecting on how much my characterization has become more enriched since then. I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about how writing the initial uncertainty but shared compassion between metamours makes me exceedingly tender.
Just Keep Your Eyes on Me (BJ/Hawkeye/Sidney, Sidney/Hawkeye, 10k)
I didn’t expect a kinktober piece to make me as happy to reread as this one does. I had the chance to dig into a BJ that is unlike my preferred iteration but that reflects fanon more strongly, which was an excellent writing exercise. Mostly I loved writing a strong established bond outside of the standard BJ/Hawk, making BJ the outsider looking in rather than Sidney. It’s good for Beej, being off his rhythm from time to time, taking a solid year of not admitting what he wants and turning it into a weapon.
Thank you again to everyone for reading, and I look forward to bringing you so much more in 2024!!
BEEJPEG MY BELOVED
LOVING BEEJPEG HOURS, loving a couple who get trapped in a little suburban cage in two tightly-barred separate roles, loving them both getting to break out and grab each other's hands and run for the sunrise, loving two soulmates who fuck it up a little in the beginning because they're a couple of kids who were taught to fear conflict but who grow together to figure out how to communicate because they will fight through the fucking flames of hell to get to each other if they have to, loving a pair of parents who talk so openly and honestly with their daughter from the moment they're all back together because they're not willing to exist in a world where they'd ever intentionally hurt their daughter or teach her to resist the passions of her soul or make her afraid of running after what she wants, and loving them having big fucking loving hearts for all kinds of love. Those hours.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ship: BJ Hunnicutt/Peg Hunnicutt
Note: This is a smutty prompt fill from last year that I've edited and smoothed out this morning in honor of the Hunnicutts because I love them :D Happy anniversary to them~
It's not often that Peg gets it in her head to take control of BJ, and it's even rarer that he lets her without a fuss. But in the specific aching nights where he's too tightly wound from the most frustrating things—a standard surgery with unexpected complications, a thousand choices for lunch that make him hold up the line, a backfiring car at the exact moment when he's coming up their front walkway—she'll take him over, and she'll settle him down, and she'll call every single shot until he's trembling from the effort of holding back the urge to tackle her into the sheets.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: It’s going to be perfect, if she has anything to say about it. She owes it to BJ, to put the past two anniversaries behind them, to come out of the dark night hand in hand, stronger and still together.
Ship: BJ Hunnicutt/Peg Hunnicutt
Words: 2504
It's still May 23rd somewhere, right?
Happy (slightly belated) Anniversary to BJ & Peg Hunnicutt 💜
The button for the camera's self timer is visible in her hands but that's certainly not the main attraction. Her robe slips down her shoulders, curls brushing against bare skin. She had considered a corset but decided against it. Simply wearing a bra left a bare expanse of torso and stomach before her petticoat fluffs around her hips. She's a little embarrassed, she admits in the accompanying letter. She hasn't lost all the baby weight, her stomach and hips a little more filled out than before. But none of that hesitance shines in her eyes, painted and low-lidded, thick lashes nearly kissing her cheeks. "For my BJ" she had written on the back, along with the date and a heart. Her letter, however, had given him permission to show it off to a particularly close companion, if he so desired.
When he opens the envelope, the perfume wafting from within should've been a warning. But BJ's received so many letters from Peg with so many different subjects—cookie crumbs from Erin, a note with 29 kiss marks on his birthday, a little handprint ornament for a Christmas tree—that he isn't thinking right off what he's going to find inside.
He sees the folded stationary first and is already smiling when he opens it, not checking what falls into his lap. But after skimming just a few lines, his expression shifts, grin dropping away, and he scoops up the photo and feels the breath be snatched right from his lungs.
Two tides collide at once, one hot and one cool. He practically blisters all over from the rush of his desire, but the sheen of tears comes just as fast. BJ's as hot-blooded as most men, even after over a decade by this woman's side, but he's blunted his physical ache for her as best he can while he's here. He'd forgotten exactly how overwhelming it can be to feel the full rush of his lust and love without any preparation.
Oh, Peg. He sucks in a shaky breath, then lets it out good and slow. He acknowledges the ache. He makes friends with it, curls it tight to his chest, and lets it nest in his ribs wrapped around his heart. It lets him return. Lets him embrace the heady heat. Others might say he's compartmentalizing...but what do they know, anyway?
"Everything all right at home, Beej?" Hawk's voice breaks through the 6,000 miles of distance between himself in Korea and BJ hovering over a little house in Mill Valley. He brings him back rather than letting him get lost in a cloud, just like he always does.
BJ nods. "Yeah. Yeah, no, it's great."