Knots

[lucythedragon.livejournal.com]

I have a confession to make. I haven't written anything in over two years. *collective gasp!* In fact, I've barely been able to write more than a paragraph at a time, my neurosis over my writing have been that all-consuming. I don't know what it is about MASH, but it's brought me out of that slump. This is only the first of many plotbunnies it has given me. I just want to scream "I'm back" from my balcony, but my downstairs neighbor is crazy and would call the police on me. This is so exciting and nerve-racking at the same time. I hope ya'll like it.

Title: Knots
Author: ph34rthedrag0n
Pairing: BJ Hunnicutt/Hawkeye Pierce
Rating: PG
Summary: This is set after the seventh season episode "BJ Papa San". After losing something that helps curb his homesickness, BJ has to find something else to occupy that space.
Disclaimer: M*A*S*H was created, filmed, and acted out before I was even born. I take no credit whatsoever for any characters or situations, nor do I even begin to imagine profiting from this.
Thanks: tekiclutch for reading this over my shoulder, which I don't mind as much as I say I do, and hawkeyecat for beta-ing this for me and giving me feedback. You are awesome! Have some internet cookies!

Onward

Comments

[teapot-yo.livejournal.com]

Okaaay I'm sorry. I know I fail and I don't really have an excuse for not commenting on this sooner but really all I want to say (although I am obviously going to say more) is that this is gorgeous.

the filthy red robe he always wore spilled underneath him like a thing alive.

omggg what an awesome image, mostly because it's just incredibly vivid, but also because DUDE way to capture Hawkeye in a jar.

I’m sure they’ll make it without you … and because of you.”

ahhhhhh!

“Hawkeye - I’m having an affair.”



The smile on Hawkeye’s face froze. Then faded.



“You’re kidding.”



BJ didn’t even blink.



“You’re not kidding.” Hawkeye’s voice lowered to a whisper. “With who?”



“You.”

YES. YES TO EVERYTHING HERE. I mean GOD, Hawkeye's voice just rings out here, and I feel kind of like the fourth of July, a lot, actually, in that it's kind of like I've been waiting so long to see you actually write something, and now that I've seen it HOLY COW was that ever worth the wait. That's how fireworks are, you know? They're short and they go BANG and then they're done, and they're few and far between, but YOU BETTER BELIEVE people remember them because they are made from the most sparkly stuff on earth. LIKE YOUR FIC.

“But you know, if you get me pregnant you’ll have to tell your wife.”

AHAHAHA here I would like to reiterate that you can take as loooong as you want to write fic from now on. I mean wtf it took Jesus like thirty years to die and they're STILL talking about it. You got grip, fire, and guts, Jesus-style, only hot. And I tell you that is a combo!

Also I would like to pump up the volume and give "I... hah... you" an especial thumbs up, and even more than that I am here going to give a special shoutout to "yeahokay", because that is really just incredibly Hawkeye.

Uhh yeah I think that's it! Except really the only reason this isn't longer is because that's a tiny little fic, but that doesn't even matter! That's like, what? Probably a little over a thousand words, right? THAT IS A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT TO PACK INTO A THOUSAND WORDS. WELL DONE. :D

[lucythedragon.livejournal.com]

Awesome! I AM LIKE JESUS!

omg, I love you so much right now! I want to jar your enthusiasm and carry it around with me so that whenever I feel bad about my writing, I'll tell my negative internal dialogue to stfu 'cause I have proof that people like my writing.

I am especially validated because I was worried Hawkeye might be out-of-character. In this instance I like being wrong!

So much love!