#punnihawk

[tired-fandom-ndn]

BJ saying "our Hawkeye" in letters to his wife, I immediately understand why there's so much polyshipping for these three.

[beechalk]

So you're trying to tell me that his name is BJ and his wife's name is Peg, and they're not bisexual swingers?

[onekisstotakewithme]

"Are you flirting with Hawk... for me?"

[remyfire]

Well, they are from California.

[purty-pumpkin]

They’re having a night out   ^_^

[beej-honnecticutt]

My M*A*S*H 4x11 ( Dear Peggy ) fav moments:

This was really light and enjoyable. BJ writes a letter to Peg, in which he doesn’t fail to mention ( between-lines ) how DREAMY and WONDERFUL Hawkeye is, Mulcahy is being “examined” by “The Attila the Hun of Chaplains”, Klinger tries to get out… the usual shenanigans!

( he was talking about a dream. )

Now isn’t that what we all wanted to see at the end of the series??🥹

Did he really say that about me?🥺

He’s so fond of them😭

OUR Hawkeye

( I know he probably means “our” as in the 4077’s, but my punnihawk heart tells me BJ talks so much about him already that Peg considers him a friend as well )

THEN, Hawk read in LIFE magazine that someone beat the record of more people into a car ( 15 in a Volkswagen ), and of course:

Look how amused he is! He’s so proud!

And they’re all so happy 😭

Then Hollister ( the Attila of Chaplains ) asked what Mulcahy thought about it, and he was the first one in there, so there’s that.

They all went to church to support him 😇 and made sure to congratulate him after the service in front of his superior.

I think this episode really shows how much the 4077 cares about their own. Hawk trying his hardest to boost morale. Beej sharing Peg’s cake. Margaret joining in on the fun. Colonel Potter allowing everything because he knew they needed it. And all of them being there for Mulcahy despite the fact they’re not “regulars”.

Really sweet overall :)

[cowlovely]

anatomy is my worst enemy and also i may come back and color this/add more stuff to it later but uh. hello punnihawk nation >:3c

[cuddleswinchester]

It’s time for post canon polyamory negotiations with punnihawk! and plenty of dessert made with love.

[mash4077confessions]

BJ x Hawkeye x Peg for the Ship Bingo

Punnihawk is end game, ultimate OTP. I die on this hill. This happens post war and it's a hot mess and I love it.

Ok. So we know that canonically B.J. feels an overwhelming sense of guilt when he does cheat or feels tempted to cheat. That said, he also canonically talks about other people's infidelities in a much more forgiving light. In the episode Of Moose and Men, he talks about cheating as a mistake that can happen to anyone, and that Zale should be more forgiving towards his wife.

I think B.J. has very deep and complex feelings towards Hawkeye, but probably wouldn't act upon them unless Peg was ok with it. Hawkeye is special to him, in the same sort of way that Peg is.

Hawkeye and Peg definitely have written to each other, even before he got her to tape herself for the anniversary. They write things carefully to avoid the censors but Peg knows there's something going on. She's not jealous exactly, because Hawkeye intrigues her as well.

I read this fantastic fanfiction (sadly has gone unfinished) called Out of Sight by peaceloveandjocularity on AO3. It feels so real, just like how I imagine the dynamic might work.

They all love eachother, they all need eachother, and (most importantly) they all want the best for Erin.

It's not an easy dynamic. There is insecurity, shame, fear, and 1950s society breathing down everyone's neck so they can't exactly be open about it.

There's just something so perfect about it. Wholesome, loving, and still a bit unhinged.

[machihunnicutt]

Ahh, I don't think I've ever prompted you for anything, which is a crime!! A long long time ago you wrote punnihawk, and idk if it's still your bag, so if it's not or if you're not taking prompts anymore, feel free to ignore this :) But if it is and you are, I'd love to see 'cuddles to trap the other' with them.

HELLO! yes! feels like a million years ago, my first mash fic :')

19. cuddles to trap the other

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sensational dancer?” Hawkeye said. 

Peg was leaning on him a little, the side of her face pressed just below the collar of his crew neck. She was already dressed for going out, apart from her feet, which were without their customary heels. He’d adjusted his posture to account for the height disparity: shoulders hunched, knees slightly bent, palms at her shoulder and waist. 

Dancing with Beej required different adjustments. Hawk had to be more cautious with his feet. BJ was prone to getting distracted and treading on them. It was easier to maintain eye contact, though, since they were nearly the same height. And when Beej was feeling confident, sometimes he led. 

“I think you told me, the other day. Though maybe you said terrific, not sensational,” Peg said.

He’d begged her for a dance. Peg and Beej were going to one of the hospital’s frequent fundraising galas. It was an excuse to dress up, get a little tipsy, and talk to people—all things Hawkeye enjoyed, when he was in the right mood. 

Unfortunately he’d just gotten off a double shift, after an extraordinarily hectic week, and was more or less dead on his feet. He was exhausted in that slap happy, clingy, sore to be missing out way. Peg took pity on him.

Hawkeye could smell her perfume: light, floral, her special occasion scent, in the little blue bottle on her dresser. He and Beej had picked it out together. 

Visits to the perfume counter always gave Beej headaches. He’d persevere—eyes closed, bridge of his nose pinched, hint of a smile on his lips—while Hawk held up testers. 

“You know, we’re all going to smell like this,” Hawkeye had said, fingers grazing the inside of BJ’s wrist. 

Their shoulders brushed. It was raining outside. Inside, it smelled like damp hair, like Peg’s lavender shampoo, in the big bottle, to share. 

BJ opened his eyes. “Then we ought to pick something that complements your aftershave,” he said.

“You move like a dream,” Hawkeye said, shifting his weight, leaning into her as much as she was leaning into him.

Peg was stronger than she looked. She’d held him upright a time or two. 

She laughed. Hawkeye loved her laugh. When she really got going, she got the hiccups. The first time it had happened, Hawk had been bowled over with affection. They’d been out, all three of them, finishing their drinks outside a café. He and Beej had a spectacular comedy routine going. He couldn’t remember the jokes now. He’d been a little drunk, maybe, and in good company, which made everything funny.

When she laughed, some of her white wine came out her nose. Hawk passed her his handkerchief. Beej rubbed her back, at the space between her shoulder blades. He met Hawkeye’s eyes, across the cluttered table. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his long legs. 

“Don’t get big heads,” Peg said, after drinking deeply from her water glass, and then Hawk’s (leaving lipstick on the rim). 

The record they had on lapsed into staticky silence and Peg drew back.

“A good dream, I hope,” she said, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress.

BJ came into the room, holding up two ties. “I can’t decide,” he said. He frowned at Hawk. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“The purple one,” Hawkeye said, as Peg ushered him toward the mattress. 

“Erin’s sleeping over at Angie’s. I gave her the number at the club just in case, so no need to listen for the phone. Just get some sleep,” Peg said.

She pulled back the covers and kissed his forehead. 

“Don’t step on her feet, Beej,” Hawkeye said.

BJ was flipping up his collar and tying his purple tie. He looked nice in his well tailored suit, with the cufflinks Hawk had bought him for his birthday. 

He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll try my absolute hardest,” he said. 

Peg brushed some lint off his lapel.

“I know you will. We should call the cab. I hate showing up late to these things,” she said.

Hawkeye watched the two of them, lingering by the door. They’d wanted to skip the gala and stay in, with him, but he’d talked them into going. It seemed an awful shame to keep the Hunnicutts from a party.

“We’ll duck out early, Hawk,” BJ said.

Hawkeye opened his arms wide. 

“Kiss me goodbye, at least,” he said.

They didn’t need to be asked twice. They lay down on either side of him and Hawk was briefly distracted by the mingling of their warmth and scents and limbs. BJ kissed him and then Peg kissed him (gentler, to avoid smudging her lipstick).

“On second thought, I can get dressed and come with you,” Hawkeye said, eyes half-lidded. “I’m not as tired as I seem. I promise.”

BJ pressed a kiss to his hair. “Nice try,” he said.

Hawkeye rolled onto his side and tucked his face to Beej’s chest, breathing deeply. He was right. Beej smelled like Peg’s perfume.

 Her hands were at Hawk’s waist. She tucked her chin over his shoulder. 

“Well, I’ve trapped you here now,” Hawkeye said.

“Or we’ve trapped you, darling,” Peg said, in that dreamy, soothing tone she used when she read Erin bedtime stories. 

“We’ll be home before you know it,” BJ said.

[boasamishipper]

punnihawk solidarity 🥰🤝🏻

you singlehandedly made me insane about punnihawk thanks to your mash reunion fic and now we are in solidarity about these three forever and ever 🥰

[movietonight]

AU where due to a misunderstanding BJ thinks he's terminally ill. He asks Hawkeye to help him find a new husband for Peg so she isn't lonely and has financial stability. It all ends happy and poly.

[kpop-emo-trash]

Tell me this isn’t Peg when Bj comes home with Hawkeye in tow 🤣🤣

[onekisstotakewithme]

Summary: “Oh for God’s sake,” Peg says, a little impatiently, "Charles wants us to wine and dine you." "I bet you say that to all the boys." Her mouth curves into a luscious smile. "What gave it away?" Or, the Top of the Mark, 1958. Pairing: BJ/Peg/Hawkeye Words: 6813

thanks to @exuberantocean for sending me the prompt for this (and thanks to @remyfire for the encouragement to get it done 💜)

Enjoy!!

[remyfire]

Experiencing a lot of big emotions about BJ not only sharing these domestic moments from home directly to Hawkeye, but Hawk leaning into him through the scene to get even more of a taste of it.

[thedupshadove]

Assuming a Punnihawk endgame, do you think they ever told her about the events of "Period of Adjustment"?