otp: hawkeyexmargaret

Me and the Major could become close friends

But there is too much history, too much biography between us

This song makes me think of Hawkeye and Margaret everytime I listen to it in a very literal sense. Like, it’s literally about a Major and a draftee who really doesn’t belong in the army and their differences.

It’s not a perfect fit, but with a few tenses and pronouns changed, I can imagine it is.


Hawkeye: You know all those rotten things I’ve said to you, all those nasty little tricks I’ve played on you?
Margaret: Yes.
Hawkeye: I’d like to get well and do them all over again.


Hawkeye: How ‘bout a little kiss for the road? 
Margaret: Oh, don’t be ridiculous! 
Hawkeye: Then how 'bout one for me? 


Hawkeye: Radar, you’ll be assisting Margaret Houlihan, nurse, friend and all around good egg. 

[walks away as Radar stares at Margaret] 

Margaret: [noticing Radar staring at her] He’s very sick.  

Inebriation and Consequences, Chapter 17 Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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A Perfect Day

A/N: Drabble, written for the prompt A perfect day.

“What do you think happens?” Margaret asked, “the day we come home?”

Hawkeye looked at the beautiful woman, whose head was currently resting against his chest, watching him. He gently began stroking her cheek, watching her smile widen, her eyes beginning to twinkle.

“Well, my dad will be waiting at the airport. We’ll hug and try to act manly, but fail miserably and end up crying a little… probably a lot more than a little. And then the three of us will go home together and sleep for a few weeks.”

“The three of us?” Margaret asked.

“If it’s going to be a perfect day, I’ll need you to be there.” She smiled as he leaned down to kiss her passionately. They slowly broke apart, beaming at each other. “And after weeks and weeks of sleep, we’ll all live happily ever after.”

“And I’ll be the princess, who gets the prince in the end?”

“I’ve never really thought of myself as a prince,” Hawkeye said. “More as a king.”

Who says I was talking about you?“

"Oh, one day you’ll regret that, Margaret Houlihan.” He rolled him over, pinning her underneath him and in between tickles and kisses, he decided that perfection could wait as long as he had right here and right now.