#traphawk

[serpercival]

23. A kiss influenced by alcohol for traphawk perchance ? 👉👈

I tried to write this last night but was too high and it got really depressing, so here's an extremely purposefully light-hearted one to make up for how sad I made myself! <3 Ever so slightly suggestive but also only a little bit under the cut.

traphawk + a kiss influenced by alcohol

A long stretch of days with no casualties means getting bored. Getting bored means drinking. Getting bored for too many days in a row means too much drinking, and that had led Trapper and Hawkeye to stumbling back into the Swamp at three in the morning plastered out of their minds.

Hawkeye, ever-so-slightly more sober, dumps Trapper into his cot, giggling. “I can’t believe you! Flirting with Igor… you’re a madman, you. You’re– you’re going to get yourself food poisoning just kissing him.”

Across the tent, Frank snores loudly, affectedly, and unconvincingly.

“Aw, c’mon, Hawk,” Trapper says, fighting to get his blanket to cooperate. It’s like a goddamn circle. Or a sphere. Where the fuck are the edges? “Only ‘cause you aren’t paying enough attention to me.”

“I pay plenty of attention to you.” Hawkeye leans in, more than a bit jerky, still holding on to the last dregs of the bottle of whiskey they’d gone through at Rosie’s. “You… I woulda jerked you off in public, if you asked me.”

Frank scoffs, turns over, and puts his pillow over his head. Trapper hopes he smothers himself.

“What about in private?” Trapper leers.

“With Frank right there? He’ll have a crisis.”

Trapper pouts, finally finds the edge of his blanket, and snuggles as best as he can into his cot. “Gonna kiss me good night, at least?”

“No.”

“Hawk.”

“No!”

“Hawkeye.”

“You’re gonna taste gross.”

“Hawkeye, please?”

Frank shoots to a seat, a scowl burned into his face. “Pierce,” he snaps, “would you kiss him already so someone can get some rest around here?”

Then he’s turning over, facing the wall, and stuffing his pillow back over his head.

Trapper looks back up at Hawkeye. “Dad said it’s okay.”

Hawkeye stumbles in, nearly sloshing the whiskey onto Trapper’s bedsheets despite how little is left in the bottle. He takes a look at it, frowns, downs the last sip, and presses his lips against Trapper’s.

The whiskey’s already warm from Hawkeye’s mouth when Trapper parts his lips and lets Hawk pass it to him. The heat curls in his gut so tightly that he’s certain he’d be dragging Hawk to the supply shed if he wasn’t too drunk to move. When Hawk tries to pull away Trapper grabs him by the shoulder and swipes his tongue over his lips, pulling away the last dregs of whiskey so he can taste Hawkeye’s flesh beneath it.

When he does let Hawkeye go, Hawk looks down at him with pupils that are dilated with far more than just the dim light. “Night, Trap,” he says.

“Night, handsome,” Trapper slurs.

Frank sighs, as loudly as possible, so Hawkeye throws a pillow at him.

[oatflatwhite]

I think we've all missed out on acknowledging the real duo out here matching each other's freak

[bisexualdawnsummers]

[majorbaby]

piercintyre + tumblr textposts (MASH)

post credit below:

rebloggable links from OP where possible: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4+5

[marley-manson]

if my father sees this, you'll have to marry me

[xavier616]

"Why don't you answer his question?"

The incubator || Episode Twelve || Season Two

[graff-aganda]

The date shirt. (And the inspiration.)

[kira-light0]

Adam's Ribs deleted scene

I hope people still know this meme; if not, this image won't make any sense

[hitrone]

he such a catboy u know

[hawkeyeslaughter]

you headcanon that trapper didn’t write a note because he didn’t care . i headcanon that trapper didn’t write a note because he genuinely believed that hawk would be back in time . i believe that he paced the swamp and checked his watch every ten seconds and ran out of the door whenever he heard a jeep only to swear because not once did it turn out to be hawkeye . i believe that as his time of departure grew closer that trapper cursed his luck because of course hawkeye is always hanging around and being annoying when he doesn’t have to but the one time trapper needs him he’s nowhere to be found . i believe that radar practically had to force him into the jeep ( and that’s when trap gave him the kiss to give hawkeye ) and even as it was pulling away trapper watched intently for any jeep pulling in while he was pulling out . he doesn’t even think about leaving a note until he’s in the chopper and he kicks himself for it because how could he have not thought of leaving a lousy note ? we are not the same

[lt-oreilly]

queer fandom is like we're huddled together in a corner of the world sharing stories about people who loved each other but never fucking talked about it

[serpercival]

🎲 I leave it to fate :D And I bring you traphawk and leave them at your altar

Hiiiiii Remy I would like to shake my random number generator to death for giving me #28: a kiss in parting so I have been forced to make it post-canon to avoid giving myself the agonies.

traphawk + a kiss in parting

“Get back here,” Hawkeye complained. He was perched on one of the stools at the kitchen island, hunched over his pancake like some sort of carrion bird. He was too disheveled so early in the morning to be a hawk, with his hair sticking half a dozen different directions and only wearing sweatpants that were more stain than fabric that he firmly refused to get rid of.

Trapper stopped in the door to the hallway, eyes narrowed. “Hawk, I’m gonna be late for work.”

“You have to give me a kiss goodbye, moron.”

With that, Hawkeye shoved another bite of the pancake in his mouth, completely preventing the exact thing he was complaining about.

Trapper rolled his eyes and walked back over. “You’re insatiable.”

“Try leaving a note next time,” Hawkeye mumbled through the pancake.

“It’s been six years and you still–”

“John McIntyre, I’m going to hold that over your head until the day that you die! Probably in an incident where I strangle you to death after you fail to give me, your loving not-quite-husband, a kiss.”

Trapper bent in, kissed him on the forehead, and wiped the pancake from the corner of his lip. “That good?”

Hawkeye frowned at him. “I expect a better one when you get home.”

“Yeah, yeah. You better not still have pancake in your mouth.”

[remyfire]

[80smen-fanclub]

I made this one like three months ago for my bestie but I have a soft spot for this edit so it’s gonna land here

[majorbaby]

what if i loved you so much it drove me to betray the thesis of our show

from the unfilmed script for Hawkeye on the Double

[xavier616]

"You wanna know something?"

Hot Lips and Empty Arms || Episode Fourteen || Season Two