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writing-blog-iguess · 10 months

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“What did you say?”

You hadn’t meant to say it, not now in the middle of enemy territory. Not while in the middle of an assignment. You hadn’t meant to say at all, it was supposed to be your secret until you died. Because you knew in this line of work, love doesn’t work. You’ve seen it happen first hand, experienced it yourself.

But you let three words slip out of your mouth like you say it everyday. Three words that could ruin everything. Either the assignment or your friendship with Ethan, you weren’t sure.

So, you closed your eyes for a minute to collect yourself before facing him head on. “It’s not important,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. To the people around you, it looked like an innocent kiss, to you it was goodbye. “Come on, we need to finish this before anything else can happen.”

“Hey,” Ethan started, but you shook your head and turned around, leaving the room as quickly as you could.

“So that happened,” Benji said in your ear. “I thought you weren’t going to tell him.”

“I wasn’t,” you hissed, slipping through the door and turning left when Benji told her to turn. “It slipped out, Benji. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Talk to him is what you do,” Benji suggested, “Only thing you can do at that point. Oh, next door to the right, and then keep walking until you reach the last door. That should be where the servers are.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you said, following Benji’s directions. Looking around, you made sure the coast was clear before slipping through the door. “I’d rather die than confront Ethan and the love I have for him.”

“I think he might,” Luther said, startling both you and Benji. “Ethan deserves that much.”

“I second that,” Ethan said next and you wanted the floor to open up a hole to swallow you whole. Reframing from smashing your head against the wall, you pulled out the USB that Benji gave you, and started looking for the right server.

“Benji,” you hissed. You heard him sigh, and imagined him hanging his head. “I thought this was a private line?”

“Yeah, oops. Now you’re gonna say you’re gonna kill me, I know,” he said, sounding resigned to his fate. Good, he knew what he did wrong, wasn’t the first time you threatened his life. Makes the next thing to say easier.

“And I’m going to make sure it’s nice and slow,” you said, and ignored both Ethan and Luther’s chuckles. And Benji’s that’s new. “Now which server do I need?”

A few hours later, with the assignment completed and the world saved, you found yourself in your hotel room, changing into something more comfortable. You tried not to think of Ethan’s surprised face as you said them, tried not to think about what happens now. You’ll just have to request not to work with Ethan again. There’s no way you could face Ethan now, you don’t think you want to.

A rapping against your door brought you back from your thoughts as you turned towards the door. Scrunching your eyebrows, you wondered who it was this late. Moving to open the door, you didn’t check to see who it was until you were face to face with Ethan

“So, you love me huh?” Ethan asked, smiling. You puffed out your cheeks and went back into the room Ethan followed behind.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, picking up the pile of dirty clothes and stuffed them in a bag. “It was a slip of the tongue, it was nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” he pointed out, you only shrugged. “Didn’t sound like nothing. How long?” You didn’t answer right aways, not wanting to but Ethan wasn’t having it. He walked towards you and reached out to lift your face so you were looking at him. “How long have you felt like that?”

“Mm, a year or two,” you finally answered. He raised an eyebrow, and you could see him thinking.

“And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“Relationships don’t really work in what we do, you know that,” you answered with a shrug. “Why bother saying anything when it’s just going to end in failure.”

“So, you were just going to keep it to yourself and not even give me a chance to decide?” Ethan questioned, moving his hands to cup your face. All you could do was stay there, staring at him. You were stuck and you didn’t want to move.

“Yup.”

He shook his head, and leaned in closely that your noses brushed against each other. “Not fair when I love you too.”

You blinked at him, trying to process what he said. “Huh,” was all that could come out. He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips on yours. He pulled away, and you pouted at the lost.

“I said, I love you too,” he repeated, “and I’m sure we could work something out if you want to.” You thought about it, maybe it could work. Maybe you could have your happy ending. Maybe.

“Okay Hunt,” you finally replied, “if you think this could work, I’m in.”

He gave you a big smile that made your heart dance in your chest, and he leaned forward and gave you a proper kiss. One that held everything he was feeling for you and more. You returned it, and knew that this could work.

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justabigassnerd · 5 months

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Remembering

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 2,172

Warnings - violence, child endangerment, guns, angst, protective Ethan and co.

Summary - an unexpected attack causes Ethan to remember a memory from years ago

A/N - Lil' Hunt is about 8 yrs old in this. hey y'all! sorry it's taken me so long to come out with a new fic, my motivation is major league fluctuating but I'm trying to overcome it. I won't ramble so as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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In between missions, Ethan did his best to make the most of the time he had with you. He was aware of how busy he could get when he was doing missions and he never wanted you to feel like he was ignoring you so when he could he and the team would take you out for the day.

Ethan figured today was as good a day as any. The weather was lovely in Philadelphia and the city was lively and waiting to be explored. With the lack of suspicious activity, Ethan felt safe enough to bring you out with him. He made sure to bring a couple of items should anything happen but that was just to calm his anxious mind. He, Benji, and Luther had thoroughly checked the area for suspicious activities before even considering going out in public with you.

“Come on y/n.” Ethan says with a smile, arm extended and hand open as you bound towards him, grabbing his hand in your smaller one, following Ethan out the door with Benji and Luther following behind.

“Where are we going?” You ask, looking up at your dad curiously as he smiles down at you.

“We’re going to have a day out. All four of us. Just make sure at least one of us can see you at all times, so no running off, okay?” Ethan says, stopping just in front of the door that led to the streets, looking down at you as you nod at his words.

“Okay, daddy.” You say, smiling up at him as he nods, opening the door and the four of you step out onto the streets, making your way to the bustling city centre. You stay sandwiched between your dad and Luther with Benji walking just behind to keep an eye out.

As the four of you walk through the city, you take in the sights and look in various shop windows as you pass them. The four of you decided to get ice cream and sit in the nearby park to enjoy the beautiful weather and to enjoy each other’s company for a while.

When you all finish your ice creams, you continue to walk through the park before exiting on the opposite side you entered and as you do, a few people run past you, almost knocking you off your feet as Luther rests his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“What’s going on?” Benji enquires, noticing more people rushing past, each person wearing a terrified expression. Benji and Luther look over to Ethan whose hand drifts to his hidden gun holster.

“Take y/n and get back to the safe house.” Ethan’s words were low and muttered but Benji and Luther heard him.

“No daddy!” You exclaim, gripping Ethan’s arm as he turns around and faces you, placing a hand on your shoulders and ducking down to be more at your eye level as he smiles softly.

“Have I ever not come back? Stay with Benji and Luther. I’ll be back before you know it.” Ethan says gently before glancing up at Benji and Luther who nod at Ethan as he straightens up and releases the light grip he had on your shoulders.

“Come on, y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” Luther says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and ushering you away from the chaos along with Benji and rushing you back to the safe house. You do your best to hold in your tears as you are taken back to the safe house but the moment, you’re in the building some tears escape from their ducts.

“Your dad is going to be fine, y/n/n. Let’s try and do something to take your mind off everything, shall we?” Benji says, crouching down to be at your level and offering you a hug that you accept, burying your face in his shoulder as he comforts you.

“Why don’t we find something to watch? Or you could read a book?” Luther offers as you hesitantly let go of Benji, wiggling out of his grasp and crossing to the table, sitting on the chair closest to the door and watching the door intently.

“I wanna wait for daddy.” You insist, eyes fixed on the door as Benji and Luther exchange a look before getting up and crossing to the table, each of them taking a seat near you.

“We don’t know how long it’ll be until your dad gets back. We can find something to do until he gets back.” Benji says apologetically, doing his best to approach the situation with gentleness.

“I’ll wait.” You say in response, folding your arms across your chest and settling back in the wooden chair as if it were the comfiest thing in the world.

“There’s got to be something to do that can pass the time. Like reading?” Luther offers once more, sending a subtle glance Benji’s way which has him instantly on his feet, rushing to what was your room and grabbing what he knew was your favourite book, as well as grabbing some colouring books and pencils for good measure. When Benji returns to the room, you glance his way, noticing the books and pencils before turning your attention back to the door.

“I haven’t coloured since I was five, Benji.” You grumble, arms still folded over your chest. You weren’t exactly lying. Benji knew if he flipped open the book right now there would only be about one and a half drawings coloured in with scribbles that were obvious to anyone that you were trying to stay in between the lines but some of the colours breached past the lines and sat among the other colours you used.

“Well, maybe I wanted to colour. Apparently, it’s good for stress and your dad personally makes sure my stress levels are through the roof.” Benji says, a mock serious tone to his voice as he flips the book open, grabbing a colouring pencil and beginning to colour the giant cartoon cat that sat on the page. You exchanged a look with Luther, giggling lightly when Luther shrugs with a light roll of his eyes. Luther then reached out for the book that Benji had placed down on the middle of the table and flipped it open, finding the bookmark roughly at the halfway point.

“How many times have you read this book, huh?” Luther muses as he holds the book out towards you, watching as you hesitantly take the book and flip it over in your hands, eyes skimming over the blurb.

“A few… it’s my favourite.” You mumble, finger brushing along the back of the book before flipping it open and finding where you left off. The room falls silent, the only sounds being the turn of pages and Benji continuing to colour. Both Benji and Luther, while satisfied you were focusing on something other than staring at the door, didn’t miss how your gaze occasionally flicked to the door, hoping for your dad to come bursting through the door.

About an hour later, you had finished the book and Benji had abandoned his colouring, Ethan burst through the door and all eyes flew in the direction of the door.

“Daddy!” You exclaim happily, jumping off the chair and darting into Ethan’s arms where he smoothly caught you before you collided into his chest with too much ferocity. Benji and Luther watched the exchange as they stepped closer, muttering one of the IMF codes to Ethan and backing down with smiles when he responded appropriately, still holding you tightly. Both Benji and Luther could tell that whatever Ethan had just been through had shaken him. He was holding you tight and trying to regain control of his shuddering breaths.

You spent the rest of the day glued to Ethan’s side. When he had eased himself down on the sofa after Luther questioned him about any injuries, you got up on the sofa with him and curled into his side, resting your head on his chest, and clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Ethan, of course, was more than happy to let you cling to him needing the comfort of you in his arms as much as you did.

When the sun began to go down and it grew closer to your bedtime, Ethan quietly told you to go and get ready for bed before he would stargaze with you for a bit. As you rushed off into your room to get changed, Benji and Luther turned to Ethan.

“Ethan, is everything okay?” Benji asks softly, watching as Ethan looks at them and shakes his head lightly.

“I’ll tell you when y/n is in bed.” He mutters in response, immediately painting a smile on his face when you come back into the room, now in pyjamas and ready to go stargazing with your dad. Benji and Luther wait patiently as Ethan takes you out onto the balcony and stargazes with you for about ten minutes before taking you to your room for you to go to bed as the two men call a goodnight over to you as you head into your room. When Ethan returns, he sits down at the table and is joined by Benji and Luther who eye him carefully.

“How was it? What happened?” Luther asks, worry evident in his voice for his friend. Neither he nor Benji knew what had transpired while Ethan was gone since they had no way to communicate.

“There was this group of people, I have no idea who they were, but they were trying to cause a lot of damage. And…”

“And what Ethan?” Benji presses, wincing when Luther kicks him underneath the table. Benji hadn’t meant to sound pushy at all, he was just worried for his friend and his words came out wrong.

“There was a kid all alone… caught in the crossfire and it reminded me of y/n.” Ethan says, eyes fixed on the book you had abandoned on the table the moment he walked through the door.

“Tell us everything.” Luther softly urges as Ethan nods before launching into the story.

Chaos was surrounding Ethan. People were running left and right, screaming and shoving others aside. Ethan was doing his best to direct people to safety and find what or who they were running from. The closer he got to the cause the fewer people there were which Ethan took as a good sign. He was able to take out a couple of men who pulled their guns on him, neutralising them and getting closer to the cause.

All of a sudden, bullets started flying Ethan’s way and he was quick to dive behind cover, keeping his head low and listening out for people in the silence while the gunners were evidently reloading. As Ethan raised his head to look out for any of the armed strangers, he caught sight of a young boy, no older than ten, sat almost slap bang in the middle of everything, hands over his ears as he cowered in place.

Seeing that young boy brought back the memory of seeing you as a baby, abandoned in the middle of a shootout. Your fate left entirely up to the people in the room with you. Seeing that boy made Ethan’s jaw tense, angered that someone else potentially abandoned their own child to save their own skin.

In the seconds Ethan had, he rushed to the young boy, immediately grabbing him in his arms and pulling him back behind cover, promising the boy he wasn’t going to hurt him as he placed him down on the ground.

“You need to get out of here, kid. I can buy you time so when I tell you to, you run. Run home or wherever is safe. You got that?” Ethan instructs, ducking his head at another wave of gunfire, watching as the boy nods his head hurriedly.

“Good. Now go!” Ethan says, taking the opportunity to return fire in the direction of the unknown assailants. He was aware of the boy scrambling to his feet and booking it, but he couldn’t risk looking back so he had to trust that the boy made it somewhere safe.

“Oh wow… Ethan that’s…” Benji tries to say, trying to make sense of everything.

“You got that boy to safety. He’s safe because of you, Ethan. The same way y/n is.” Luther says softly, smiling gently at his friend who lifts his gaze to meet his.

“I just haven’t thought about that day in a while.” Ethan mutters, gaze dropping back down.

“I know it must be hard to be reminded of that day. But like Luther said, both y/n and that boy are safe because of you. You saved them both. And we all know that you won’t let anything happen to y/n.” Benji says, agreeing with Luther as Ethan nods lightly.

They were right. He had saved you all those years ago. And he was going to protect you until his dying day and beyond.

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peacefxlmyko · 2 months

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The monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here.

Ethan Hunt x daughter!Reader

After secretly following him on a Mission, Ethan's daughter has been dealing with nightmares and he comforts her.

Warnings: violence, gunshot wounds, bleeding, angst & fluff

Notes: first Mission Impossible fanfic from me!! Got his idea randomly and immediately got to writing lol also sorry I haven't written my Requests yet!! Will try to do it soon!! Like always: English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any grammar or writing mistakes. Enjoy!

Story below the cut ✂️

Being the daughter of an IMF agent surely wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Not only would he often have to leave for missions, but Ethan was also so overprotective. He would rather die himself than let you get hurt.

That being said, you might have followed him in secret on his new mission. He said it would just be a quick and easy mission, but you didn't believe him. Ethan's idea of an easy mission was... interesting to say the least.

You quietly followed him, hiding somewhere outside an empty warehouse. The waiting felt like forever, your heart pounding. Was everything going right? Would he be fine?

Your thoughts were interrupted by gunshots. Shit.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw him walking, no— limping out of the building and holding his arm, blood dripping down.

"Dad!" You screamed and rushed towards him. Ethan was obviously startled and shocked by your sudden appearance. He whispered your name, before collapsing onto the floor.

"No no no no.. please, no!" You mumbled in panic and pressed your hands on the gunshot wound, trying to stop the bleeding somehow. It was so much blood.

By now Ethan was knocked out cold, which was a very bad sign for him. In a panic you ripped off your Belt, putting it around his arm right above the wound and making it as tight as possible, trying to surpress the blood flow.

"Dad.. Dad please, wake up, please!" You panicked and checked his breathing. It was shallow, but there.

You were so focused on Ethan that you barely noticed the sound of car wheels squealing behind you.

"Y/N!"

Benji. Oh god, thank you lord.

"H-he, he got shot, I- I tried to stop the bleeding and- and he's unconcious, I-I-" The shock made you unable to even form a sentence.

Luther and Benji rushed to you both, immediately taking care of Ethan's wound. While Benji was busy wrapping a bandage around your father's arm, Luther was by your side.

"I would be really mad you're here right now but you may have just saved your dad's life, kid." He put his arm around you in a comforting way, your dad's colleagues always had a soft spot for you.

The next moments went by in what felt like a blur. Everything was happening so fast, but at the same time in slow motion.

Ethan was brought into a nearby hospital and was treated there, resting for a few days before finally being released home.

"DAD!" You yelped as you woke up abruptly, drenched in sweat. Ever since that mission nightmares have been haunting you.

You keep seeing the images of your father bleeding out right in front of you and your mind wandered to possibilties of what could have happened. Every thought ending with him dead.

"Sweetheart?"

You flinched as you suddenly heard your father's voice and quickly turned to him. He was standing in the doorway, hair messed up from sleeping and his arm still covered with a bandage.

"Is everything okay?"

He carefully sat down on the edge of your bed and pulled you into his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you-" You sniffled, you hadn't even noticed the tears running down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey, shhh, it's okay.. it's okay.." He whispered, his hand going through your hair in a comforting way.

"I'm alive and I'm alright, okay? Thanks to you. You saved me, sweetheart." Ethan said softly. As he noticed that didn't fully calm you, he carefully took your hand and placed it on his left chest.

"Feel it. My heart is still beating, thanks to you. I'm still here because of you, you hear me? Nothing could ever separate me from you. You wont get rid of your old man so easily, sweetie."

You couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Feeling his heartbeat, having his arms around you and hearing his voice was so comforting. Knowing he was still here was comforting.

"I love you, Dad"

"I love you too, sweetheart. Now, try to go back to sleep, okay? You need some rest. We both do." Ethan pressed a kiss on your forehead after he spoke.

The imagines would surely haunt you for a little more, but having your father right by your side made it all a whole lot easier.

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pontedeiconzafelzi · 9 months

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The mi team as times of the day

LUTHER

Luther reminds me of midnight. Or perhaps twilight, when the lampposts are silently glaring away in the blinding darkness for no one, except maybe a few stray sheep now and then. The stars are just slightly visible in the kaleidoscope of sky above, shifting in and out of view erratically like playful children playing hide and seek. He's wise and daring, strong and gentle at the same time. Like midnight, as it grows deeper, he seems to stay even more stoic, more quiet still. But sit down and listen; wait for a cricket or two. You'll hear him speak words as soothing as wind, freshening you up and pushing you on just when you need it oh so desperately. And when you don't, his voice is there all the same, smoothening out the tangles in your hair and making sure you don't break a sweat. Still it stays silent, lovingly so, bringing you peace and a little variation of everything as long as you look for it.

BENJI

Benji is the sun. He's so warm and bright and sometimes so dearingly dorky, shifting in and out of what-ifs and yet managing to maintain that perfect level of cool-- as cool as one can be when his teammate is scaling the burj khalifa, anyway. And that's why he's mid-afternoon. His spirit dances so freely, unshackled, bouncing here and there and expressing whatever he likes. And who's to complain when sun rays intrude, crawl sweetly into the crevices of your room, your mind, your smile? Exactly. He brings a sort of hazy comfort to people, and they're not exactly sure why, but they're basking in its warmth all the same. It's the sort of comfort you feel when you visit your favourite spots, remembering how you'd once fallen down there or perhaps laughed till tears lined your eyes. You have no idea till today why it's your favourite spot, but you close your eyes anyway and know, oh so inexplicably, that you're safe. Anyhow, the thing about mid afternoon is that it teeters freely into evening, with no warning. It likes to play around, trick you into getting ready for a new phase of the day, only to turn around and say oops, sorry boys, was just a little passing cloud. And that's what's so refreshing about it- - you never know what's next, but you know it'll be warm anyway.

ETHAN

There're many drastically different aspects of the evening-- the gorgeous, strangely grounding stillness of colour as the sun lays its head; couples holding hands in the streets and neighbours walking their dogs together; the busy office buildings lights going off one by one, windows blinking to darkness, and the blinding light of the sun as it goes down the west, for some reason attracting people to its harsh, scorching glow.

Perhaps they find it tranquil.

One thing that ties all this together? It's people, animals, things, going to rest, laying down their shackles after a gruelling day. Not afraid to simply let go and be, because they know another day is coming.

Putting their own meaning in the mundane and projecting their love onto the ordinary, like how suddenly, sniffing the usual salmon-with-broccoli dinner when you get home from a long day of work is strikingly the most beautiful smell that'll ever seem to grace you.

Similar and yet different from himself, in more ways than i can describe. He's so spirited, blazing out in ways that people like us cannot begin to imagine, slogging away and giving every little bit, every little fibre of his being to his job. To the world, to humanity.

We know he's tried to rest. But really, there's always the next day. All for the purpose of preserving, perpetuating the sweet sweet taste of rest. To protect the peace in which we can rub our dog's belly, snuggle up with a significant other, sigh at a disappearing sunset. Even though he may never get to suck on, chew, digest that oh so palpable relief.

And, like the evening sun, there's something so inherently beautiful about that. He lives out his days with some sort of fiery purpose, flickering at times, but never going out.

Have you ever noticed how drawn people get to fires?

ILSA

When the sun breaks into the horizon at dawn, it's quiet about it. Furtive, almost shying away from the prying stare of the early birds. But it rises steadily all the same, never batting an eye as it pushes them to sing and children to leap out of bed. Gaining strength as it does, too, gently shaking awake the little beings in their beds, snoring away, as some others hurry along with their day.

lIsa's a sign of renewal like that. She springs up change, invigorates thought, eggs on action. It's not particularly evident, but it's fact-- so factual that it's taken as a given. No one counts on the sun to stay on the other side when the clock strikes a certain point, does it? No one forgets the reason they draw their curtains, push their flowerpots into just the right spots.

She's the driving force, the very energy powering through your veins. The type you don't realise is essential, but once it wanes even in the slightest, you drop to the ground, feeling the strain. She's an essential. The starting domino.

You know it's exactly what you need to feel energized, what you need feel to have that little bud of warmth in your chest bloom and remind you you're human. In more ways than one-- reminding you you can feel, you can hurt, bleed, win, yearn. And as time goes it coats her strength, polishing it and embroidering it with little marks that show she's withstanding the wear of time.

But it's funny, really, that her irrevocability should be so overlooked.

No, it's lovely how the full force of her shine dilutes itself over her landscape, concentrating just the right amount of her glow into people's lives. And every morning, there'll be a few regulars, standing at the edge of their balconies. They tiptoe, crane their necks so far in front just to drink in the beauty of her providence, smiling when the warmth soaks their skin, when the shine seeps in through their eyelids.

And all is right in the world.

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helyiios · 5 months

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Bedside lullaby

(Brandt/Hunley, 1.5k hurt/comfort drabble. Pre-relationship, but if you squint real hard it’s here)

One shot. One bullet, straight to the stomach. There had been blood, of course. A lot, he’d heard. They’d kept Luther close to him until backup had arrived, and by the time they were there, their Secretary was covered in gore.

Serves him right for trying to be a secret agent à la Ethan Hunt, he thinks, grumbling to himself as he throws his shitty coffee cup in one of the hospital’s bins, leaning back against the corridor’s wall. Some people are meant to give orders from the comfort of an office, there was no need of changing the order of things.

One of the doctors suddenly catches his attention, nodding to him as if to make him understand that he could finally come inside his superior’s room. He’d been waiting for around seven hours, had visited approximately all that a visitor could, had seen the different wings of the buildings at least twice, and had had the time to count the amount of ceiling lights in wing W, which were at a total of 247. How fucking peachy.

“He’s awake,” the man in the white coat tells him, but truth be told, he’s barely listening to him, “he’s extremely numb and vulnerable, so try not to push him too much. The bullet barely grazed his stomach, a few millimetres more and he was a gone man.”

That’s great, thanks a lot.

“Alright,” William Brandt says instead, offering him a tight lipped smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. We usually only allow family, but the man who was with us in the ambulance gave us your contact info. We assumed he had no other next of kin.”

“Yeah I’m…we’re coworkers,” he defers, technically not lying. “Sorry, I’ll leave you to it. Thanks again.”

The doctor nods curtly, exiting the room quietly. Brandt watches him disappear around the corner of the corridor before inhaling deeply, smoothing the lapels of his jacket, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just spent the most boring and stressful day of his life. And anyway, his face and the dark bags that adorned it would probably tell the story for him. No need to play pretend.

He makes his way inside the hospital bedroom, taking in how spacious it was. The bathroom was wide, and there was a small couch near some sort of diner table. He almost wants to roll his eyes at this—how many missions had he gone through, waking up in the world’s shittiest and least clean hospitals he’d seen ? Talk about special treatment.

His superior is in the bed, one arm hooked to a catheter, his chest rising and falling to the rhythm of the bipping of the machines, eyes closed. He looked almost peaceful.

“I know you aren’t sleeping,” Brandt groans, grabbing a chair and letting it drag on the floor with an uncomfortable screech, “asshole.”

“Ow,” comes the immediate reply, “you could afford to give a little more sympathy to a wounded man.”

“If you had stayed in D.C, you wouldn’t be here.”

“One has to make sacrifices, in this line of work,” Alan Hunley retorts, but his voice isn’t either playful nor amused. He sounds extremely tired, and he has difficulties speaking. “It’s fine. I made it out, in the end.”

“Barely, yes.”

“Yes, sorry about that, I’m sure you learning of my demise would’ve brightened your day considerably,” Hunley offers, finally daring to let humour slip through his words, “I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“I don’t fucking feel like joking, Alan,” Brandt almost spits, fists closed in anger, “this isn’t funny !”

“No, it’s not.”

The Secretary closes his eyes again, sighing deeply as he let his head sink deeper into the hard pillow. The drops in his IV were falling almost in synch with the beating of his heart.

“Why are you here ?” he asks then, turning his face a little so they were looking at each other, “don’t you have mission files and reports to fill ?”

“I’m here because you’re a lonely guy whose closest next of kin is his subordinate,” Brandt icily replies, locking their gazes forcefully. “That’s a little sad, isn’t it ?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure your mother is fond of coming to your bedside everytime you hurt yourself on missions.”

“Okay, funny guy. Hilarious. Just—that was a really close call. And I don’t feel like joking about it, is all.”

“I’m not making jokes,” Hunley notes, “I’m deflecting. The mood of this place is daunting enough as it is, no need to add your forever gloomy face to the mix.”

“My face isn’t gloomy. I’m—concerned.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be. I’m alright, I’ll be good as new in a few months, ready to overwork you and your team of self sacrificing idiots.”

“Unless you’ve forgotten, you are part of this team too,” Brandt says, “and anyway, talk about self sacrifice when you’re the one who jumped in front of a bullet.”

“How sweet. Just what I needed,” the other mocks, the shadow of a smile still appearing on his bow shaped lips. “I may be the one who has gotten shot, you don’t look too well either. Did you run into a wall, perhaps ?”

A scoff, and Brandt’s crossing his legs self consciously, tugging at his loosened tie.

“I’ve been here since 1AM yesterday,” he mumbles, running a hand through his short hair, “there isn’t much to do, in a hospital.”

That seems to take Hunley by surprise.

“1AM ? But it’s early morning.”

“Yeah, Sherlock. It’s almost 9AM.”

A frown.

“Why on Earth would you stay the night ?” the older man asks, clearly confused, “that seems counter productive.”

“Oh, are you fucking kidding me ?” Brandt frustratedly exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, “because someone needed to check on you, is why ! Because there needs to be someone to tell the IMF if their Secretary General fucking died in surgery !”

“While I appreciate the sentiment, I��m sure doctors would’ve notified you all the same without you having to stay here,” Hunley remarks, raising his index at him. “All I am saying is, you could use some sleep. That look on you is…ghastly.”

“Honestly, go fuck yourself,” the other annoyedly replies. “I stayed because I wanted to. And yes, I look like shit, but at least you’ve got someone to talk to while you’re waking up from your surgery, and you’re not staring at the ceiling waiting for God knows who until God knows when.”

“Mm. That would imply that I want to talk to you.”

“Well, you are. Aren’t you ?”

A huff.

“Alright, sure. You look jumpy, though. Are you sure you’re alright ?”

“Am I sure I’m a—fuck, Alan !” Brandt can’t help but yell, face in his hands, “you almost died ! What is it about that that you don’t understand ?!”

“No, William, I understand the gravity of my situation quite well, thank you very much. What I do not understand, is why you seem so worked up about it.”

The younger man lets out a high pitched scream inside his palms, shaking his head dejectedly. His shoulders are shaking.

“Brandt ?”

“I guess I got scared, alright ? I got—I got scared you really were dead,” he finally says, defeated. When he raises his head again, his eyes are wide. “I panicked, and I felt helpless. I knew I should’ve taken the job with the rest of them. Fuck.”

“Well, I’ve made it out, haven’t I ?”

“A few millimetres to the left and you wouldn’t have,” he continues, parroting the doctor’s words. “I don’t know, okay ? I was scared. Fuck. I don’t even know why I’m admitting this to you, it’s going to inflate to huge ego of yours.”

Hunley lets out a soft laugh at this, clenching his fingers as his catheter slightly shifted on the sheets.

“I’m touched you seem to…care so highly of my person to worry that much. But I promise to you, William, that I am quite alright. Nothing I can’t recover from, at least.”

“I know that,” Brandt mumbles, averting his eyes. “It’s whatever. Forget it. Forget I said anything.”

“No, I think it’s sweet,” the other jokingly remarks, “but really, you should go home and rest, now that you know that I’m okay. You really don’t look good.”

“‘s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“My, are you playing bodyguard ?”

“If that’s what it takes for you to stop putting yourself in stupid situations you aren’t used to tackle, sure,” Brandt says, shrugging stiffly as he took his suit jacket and tie off. He folds them on the back of the chair neatly, patting them for good measure.

There’s a slight pause, and the muscle in his jaw visibly tenses. Like he’s thinking about something.

Finally his hands rises, barely, landing on the other man’s, palm warm.

He gives a soft squeeze, something that’s barely there.

“It’s good to have you back, mister Secretary,” he settles on saying, the corner of his mouth curling until what could be considered a smile. “Don’t go dying on me while I sleep.”

He takes his hand off, and Hunley finds that he misses its warmth.

The other’s snores keep him awake.

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #william brandt #alan hunley #brandtley #sorry. I’m sorry I’m crazy

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callmearcturus · 7 months

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If PT!Benji met Canon!Benji, do you think that they'd recognize one another? What do you think they'd say to one another if they sat down and talked for a few hours?

Someone mentioned this in the comments of the latest chapter and now I am thinking about it. Not in the "what would they do" sense bc I don't know, I think they'd have tea and Dr. Benji would take a look at Agent Benji's injuries and try to help.

But as any longtime followers know, I really am fascinated by AUs and the tightrope walk of having aspects of a character that are constants, but also exploring how changes in the setting/circumstances create diversions in characterization.

To me, the primary difference between Agent Benji and Dr. Benji is a matter of dominion. Agent Benji is the supporting character in an action franchise, and what I love about him is his growth into competency. There is a reason Ethan reaches out to Benji and not Luther for Rogue Nation, and to me it's clear that while Luther is the best actual computer technician, Benji is a jack of all trades. Excellent marksman, has the initiative to throw himself into the fray without orders, is capable at tech-- he is not an unhinged tip of the spear like Ethan, but he is very inured to the lifestyle of being a spy and saving the world and all.

While Agent Benji is comfortable with all that, the travel and the missions and all, Dr. Benji's dominion is much smaller, but his confidence within it is much larger than Agent Benji's. Very early on in the timeline of the AU, Benji is handed a pretty significant sense of responsibility and control over a lot of really dangerous people. He's able to boss around all these agents and spies and shit, and when they are in his office, he's the boss.

I feel like all iterations of Benji have this capacity to run the show and issue commands, but for Dr. Benji it's very much heightened. By the time of Act Two, he is one of the only fixed elements of the IMF infrastructure, he has social capital with the agents, and he kind of knows it. He understands his position of authority and what it means. That sense of dominion and responsibility defines him. Which is part of why during the six months of RN, he's so lost, because he's separated from that dominion.

In short, Dr. Benji has a more collected, calmer sense of confidence than Agent Benji, but only in a specific arenas (taking care of people, getting laid, dealing with Ethan Hunt). Agent Benji, on the other hand, has grown into a world-weary person with a lot of broad confidence in his abilities and that he'll Get It Done, but it's not concentrated in the same way.

#Anonymous #pt benji au #talking about writing

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assignmentimprobable · 2 years

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A Mission Impossible (1996) Appreciation Post

When I think about MI ’96, I think a lot about the aesthetic and stylistic choices it made (how I’ve been chasing that high ever since) Allow me to enumerate some of those things in another list formatted post:

Sound: The movie’s comfort with total silence. not a beat pause. No a music drop and then a rising crescendo for triumph. The deeply uncomfortable *cough cough* *sniff sniff* silence. You never get the sense that the movie is desperate to fill the space, point in fact it thrives on your discomfort. As a viewer of any cloth, you know its likely that Ethan Hunt is gonna come out of this, but you really ask yourself how far the team pulls before the rubberband snaps. Hearing Luther talk near the sound sensor makes you want to jump out of your skin…. The suspense. The urgency. Donloe is coming. He’s coming but they can’t move at any pace except the one they set. Because if it’s not the decibel monitor, it’s the heat sensor, if it’s not the heat sensor it’s the motion sensor, and if it’s not any of that it’s the fucking knife! The one thing we weren’t even worried about!

Space: The claustrophobic & contained nature of space need to be talked about. An all white room so vast and sleek- yet so small. Max’s car, the diner, the elevator shaft, the train cars, the phone booths. The safe house too. There’s all this space around each, but the amount that the characters are allowed to occupy as is narrow. It’s paramount that they take up as little space as possible to pull off the NOC List heist. The sets themselves do a lot of work, but we have to give ms. camera her dues. which brings me to my next ‘S’;

Style: motherfuckin dutch tilts baybee!!! You get two (2) things out of their use as a technique: (1) a sense of urgency for Ethan and Sarah when they’re under the elevator. One wrong move and they’re crushed, the camera accommodates and gets some foreshadowing in on what happens to Jack from a top down perspective and (2) the sense Ethan’s entire world has been tipped on its axis when Kittredge drops the big bomb in the diner scene. It’s as shocking for him as it is for us that *it was all a trap*.

The first Mission Impossible movie was made with a film style that doesn’t? really exist anymore? I think that’s a bit of a shame, really. Then again, I’m glad the time of grossly framed pat-downs and “Ethan fucked my wife” allegations have passed. Claire might’ve aided and abetted the slaughter of her teammates, but fuck you for treating her like a piece of meat anyway @Director.

#Mission Impossible #Ethan Hunt #Luther Stickell #Sarah Davies #Jack Harmon #Mission Impossible: I #Brian DePalma you better put them hands up b/c I’m fixin to smack the shit out you #*doesn’t exist = generally not utilized in non-indie film circles or not utilized as effectively so as to be worth remembering these days.#MI: I has a lot going for it but later MI entries at LEAST acknowledge that women are people #vault scene my love… Luther... The only bitch I’ve ever trusted. Only bitch I’ll ever trust.#sneak suit I luv uuuu. Wish you had more time in the franchise.#@Jim Phelps I hope you & your antiquated ass are roasting in hell #Mission: impossible

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nyforceuser · 2 years

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Masterlist

Here's everything I've got posted and I've still got lots of crap in my drafts

And hey! Don't be afraid to check out Ao3!

A Different Kind of Clone War [Ao3 here]

The clones are in an all out 'civil war' and you'd never guess who started it.

This is a series of purely fluffy tickle fics between multiple different Clonewars characters.

(1) Wolfpack Mayhem

(2) The Rematch

(3) Falling Dominoes

Some Other CloneWars stuff

Safe Together: Wolffe is having a hard time getting any sleep. Good thing there's two troopers who know how to help him out. [Ao3]

Anakin Hates Sand: Obi-wan is done with Anakin's constant complaining about the mission they're on and takes matters into his own hands which ultimately backfires. -Tickle fic- [Ao3]

Echo's Nightmares: Echo having nightmares is an unfortunate, common thing, but there's always a brother around to comfort him. This time, Crosshair happens to be that brother. [Ao3]

Pack Pile: Cody's with Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost for the night when Wolffe has a nightmare with a break down following. As always, his pack knows exactly what to do. [Ao3]

High as Kark: Wolffe's worried about being decomissioned after losing his eye and Cody just wants him to sleep off the drugs.

Shenanagins of the Coruscant Gaurd

Warnings: Fox swears like a sailor.

Just little snipets of the coruscant gaurd

Where the **** is Grizzer? [Ao3]

Fox's been obducted [Ao3]

Caf or Decaf [Ao3]

Stupid People and Their Stupid Parking [Ao3]

Grizzer the Emotional Support Dog

Prison Block Robbery

Fox's Caffiene Withdrawl Issues

Fox Hates 79's

****ing Ice Despensers

A Grand Old Life of Disapointment

And Rebels Era Stuff

Fives and Echo Reunion: Rex and the Ghost team are on a mission to infiltrate and steal intel from an imperial base but so are two other parties- The Bad Batch and what appears to be a bounty hunter. [Ao3]

A Ticklish Captain: Ahsoka makes an interesting discovery- one that Wolffe and Gregor don't seem to share. [Ao3]

Crash on a Desert Planet: Ahsoka and Rex's ship goes down in flame somewhere in the desert dune seas of Tatooine

Random crap that I may or may not add on to

Another Fives & Echo Reunion: But this time it's the after life..

Top Gun: Maverick AU on Ao3: Rooster Follows orders but Maverick survives anyway.

TG:M Happy Father's day Ao3

Mission: Impossible : Drug Rings and Highschool Proms on Ao3: Conversations are never dull with William Brandt around, apparently. Benji's just trying to help an unwilling Ethan with his mask and Luther is audibly sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

M:I: Bullets Suck. Teammates, Too, Sometimes on Ao3: Ethan's trying to clean up a bullet wound in his thigh and a couple of his teammates- not naming any names, but there's only four of them in the safehouse and one has a bullet and his leg and one just wants to play poker- take it upon themselves to harass him a bit (and mother hen a lot).

But there's just so many awesome things out there!

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ihavenocluedude · 2 years

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Baby, this love I have (2/3)

Benji Dunn x Female!reader

Link to reading it on Ao3 Link to my masterlist Link to mini-series masterlist

Warnings - none really for this chapter but the third part might be 18+

Word count - 2 481

It was a dinner. Ethan and Luther had insisted on sitting down with Benji’s Girlfriend and thoroughly getting to talk to her. So there you sat waiting together, just you and Benji… oh and his arm resting on your thigh, his hand resting on your knee, thumb slowly and affirmingly stroking.

Looking deep in thought but also seeming to be slightly scared by the aspect of faking a relationship. Afraid that if they came in when he wasn’t touching you or that they at some point caught you without any sort of physical contact to him they’d figure it all out.

Benji had been a gentleman and asked and discussed with you what you were comfortable with before the dinner but now it still felt a bit suffocating. The feeling of him next to you was enough to give you some goosebumps. The past slowly creeping up on you in your head just because he was touching you. The way you had smiled over at him every day before, especially when he wasn’t looking. Which sounded creepy. But now you were supposed to do it. You were supposed to touch, look and maybe even kiss your ’Benji-boo’.

Although you were supposed to be convincing… you had a hard time not wanting to come up with ridiculous pet names for the man sitting beside you. Wanting to call him ’snookums’, ’Benji-baby’ or ’Benji-boo’, ’cutie-patootie’. But you had to sell this.

You had to be convincing, which meant to not overdo it, not play with it all. Instead, you were just supposed to play an elegant, working-in-tech girlfriend. Someone who doesn’t spend her life in darkness, sometimes feeling as if you’re just millimetres from the computer screen, in a room you’ve dubbed the ’tech dungeon’.

You had still of course told Benji beforehand about all the ridiculous nicknames you could call him. Although you didn’t tell him of the decision not to voice these nicknames in front of his friends. He had placed you in this situation, why not tease with it a little?

You hadn’t really thought to ask Benji ’why?’, why you, why now, why even lie about something like this when both of the men you were getting introduced to knew the dangers of field agents dating? Or even why they were so intent to meet you. But you knew on a first-hand basis how knowing Benji made you just want the absolute best for him.

Maybe that included wanting to see him in love if you yourself hadn’t been in love with him already.

”So it’s you!” Ethan smirked widely as he took in the scene in front of him. Benji’s hand was still on your knee, rubbing back and forth with his thumb, your closest arm resting on the thin diner sofa top that was behind him in your booth. ”I remember you from the start of Benji’s IMF time…” He chuckled softly once he had seen that his almost surprise entry had actually surprised you. You knew he was coming, you knew who he was but you could still feel how you had jumped in your seat.

”Yep! It’s me,” You chuckled in response, Benji standing up to hug his friend quickly before sitting down at your side again. His arm closest to you now going around your waist, one of your hands resting on top of his. ”It’s really nice to see you again.” You offered pleasantries with a smile. Ethan sat down on the side opposite the two of you with a big smile on his face, seemingly very excited about the dinner.

”You know I always had a feeling about you two. Especially with Benji here insisting you were ’just’ friends,” Ethan laughed at the memory that now seemed so silly to him. But if anything that just made this whole situation slightly worse, Benji had been asked about you and insisted that you were nothing more than just his friend. If the night consisted of more of this… you were not sure you were going to be able to pull through completely believably.

”Oh really?” You tried to tease convincingly, a smirk put on your face, purely out of true willpower. The hurt inside you still lingered from the memory you’d just heard from Ethan. This shouldn’t be affecting you as much as it does. Benji has been out of your life for a pretty long while. Just breathe through it. ”Well clearly he spoke too soon.” You joked with the smile still attached to your face, Ethan chuckling along and nodding whilst Benji let out a quiet seemingly slightly embarrassed chuckle.

”Indeed.” Ethan chuckled, ”So when did you two take up contact again?” he asked with his brows slightly furrowed, just a bit of confusion laced in his features. So Benji had probably told them about your avoidance…

You hummed questioningly as if you didn’t at all know what he meant.

”Oh y’know last I heard was that you weren’t returning his calls. Well until he suddenly was dating you apparently.” Ethan explained with a chuckle appearing at the end of his explanation. He’s a very chuckle-prone person, someone who keeps a big grin on his face most of the time when around his friends in a social setting. Benji was always sort of the same but not a big grin but instead the small shy smile that currently was placed on his face as always.

”He got through…” You admitted with a sigh before continuing, ”eventually.” You chuckled, talking about it as if it was a fond memory. The way ’Benji finally got through your guard to be able to be near each other again’.

”I just… I was hesitant y’know. The whole field agent thing scared me off for a while until I decided I wouldn’t let it anymore. You, your team, and Benji… you all know what you’re doing. I should’ve trusted that a long time ago. I should have, and now I do.” You explained calmly, acting your ass off. Before looking over at Benji, placing a small kiss on his clothed shoulder before leaning your head onto it.

”I’m glad.” Ethan smiled at the two of you with small nods. Benji eventually leaned his head on top of yours. ”Benji here is someone who’s worth it.”

”He really is.” You agreed. And you do agree. But the usual you felt like it wanted to try to explain the potential heartbreak you could face with all of this. That you shouldn’t trust them and their team to do what they do. That even if Ethan has saved Benji and Benji is smart and strong… you could still lose him. There might be a day where the bad guy doesn’t hesitate and barter with Ethan to get what he wants but rather blows both of them up.

You couldn’t look at Benji for the next five minutes whilst the three of you talked. You still kept your hands on top of his, tracing patterns from time to time. And then you looked at him. He was smiling and looking at Ethan at the time. But once his eyes turned to you, you could already see the question in his eyes ’you okay?’. As if you knew yourself if you felt okay or completely heartbroken yet. You simply sent him a nod without even knowing what it meant.

And then Luther entered. Although one could look at Luther and get a very wrong impression of him; he’s a sweetheart. He has always been very sweet towards the people he could trust. So whilst the very stoic and intimidating presence he gives off sometimes is not completely misleading, it just depends on who you are.

And to you, with only having met Luther twice, you had seen both sides of it. The more intimidating side of what it must feel like to have him not like you and the other when he’s a complete sweetheart, someone who’d perform all the several gentleman-like gestures like opening doors and helping you into your seat at dinner.

You hadn’t even done anything between the two different times. But the first time you met him he put his sweet side forward and the second… well let’s just say you were sweating even when you were freezingly cold.

But this time. Thank god. He was sweet and gentleman-like. Putting his best side forward. Mostly grateful for that because the part of your brain that overthinks every little thing was scared that he’d act like last time and make you accidentally ruin your and Benji’s little theatre play. Make you somehow tell him everything as if it all was some sort of interrogation.

The conversation flowed on pretty easily. Benji was the one who was mainly leading the rest of you through the conversation. Bringing up past missions that he’s been on with the team, bringing up memories to tell the guys about you two. Mostly memories from when he still worked in the dungeon although he’d sort of disguise the majority of them to seem like they’d happened recently.

Memories of going to the movies together, helping missions along together whilst both of you worked in the dungeon, the walks you’d take during lunch together so you wouldn’t feel stuck in the dungeon for too long. But you’d stopped those walks as soon as he stopped working there.

The walks weren’t as fun without his witty remarks or jokes or him pointing out quietly and subtly whenever he saw a cute pet. Not wanting to distract the owners or the pets but still wanting to point them out to you.

It sort of hurt to hear all of it as if it was a reminder that you didn’t have that anymore. And not even for some big reason like a fight or something mutual, you had simply ’unsubscribed’ from those sort of moments. You, yourself had backed out and told yourself you didn’t want those moments anymore.

But you couldn’t show that hurt in front of Ethan or Luther… maybe not even Benji. So instead you put on a surprisingly good fake smile and nodded along, adding a few details as if it all was rehearsed by now for the two of you to tell the stories together. As if you had done it several times before to other people.

It hurt like nothing else you’d ever experienced but you just had to get through the next hour or so. Just the next hour or so.

Benji made sure to keep his arm around you when he could like when you all weren’t eating or in a too intriguing conversation.

All around the table laughs from all four of you were heard. Ethan coming in with jokes and stories about Benji that made you laugh harder than you had for a while. Luther with just some one-liners that made you tear up with even more laughter.

Very nice distractions from your pain thankfully.

And also, Benji who sat there laughing quite quietly and softly behind you whilst stroking his hand up and down your back. Not a distraction at all. But rather something that brought the hurt more to your attention.

It was a good night. You felt as if you’d definitely had convinced the two men in front of you that you were still in love with Benji. Maybe even accidentally convinced yourself that you hadn’t actually let go of the man sitting right beside you. That some part of you still clung onto him just as much as you had the last time you saw him. But for the moment you’d simply embrace that. Embrace the love that remained in you to be able to show to his friends that his fake girlfriend was good for him and that you were good together.

Even if you were going to try to convince yourself otherwise once you and Benji split paths at the end of the night.

But the night was fun, it was good, it was filled with laughter and all the sorts of conversations that were supposed to be had on nights like those. Until a man walked up to your booth with a stern face, somehow still keeping a small smile placed on his lips. He looked self-satisfied, smug as if he knew something you didn’t… which was probably right considering the situation you found yourself in with him smiling down at especially Ethan along with the rest of your little group.

”Mr Sanders, it’s been too long.” The man says in a thick accent, Ethan’s face instantly shifting in a way that would be hard to describe. As if he could actually transform his face by just moving the features he could push in or out differently. Ethan’s face moulding into the form that the man would expect from the very clear alias ’Mr Sanders’.

Someone from a past mission didn’t always mean bad things. But with the way Ethan’s eyes also sharpened slightly, a hint of the more violent man in him appeared. Ready for a fight just by seeing the man that was towering over all four of you when you were sitting.

”Mr Rivera.” Ethan responded with a small stern nod.

”Oh don’t stop the fun because of me,” Mr Rivera chuckled, ”scoot Sweetheart.” he then said, directed towards you. Instantly hopping in tightly towards Benji, his arm coming over your shoulders in a tight grasp, trying to angle you even more into the crook of his armpit. As if you could hide behind him whilst sitting down in the booth. ”Lovers, how nice to see.” He then remarked at the two of you.

The situation was scaring the shit out of you to put it simply. There were three factors that made this situation a scenario to be abundantly clearly scared of. 1; The men you had been talking and laughing with all evening now displayed variously alarmed and calmly frightened appearances. 2; Benji was obviously trying to protect and shield you from the man. 3; The man called Ethan by the name of one of his aliases.

Not to mention the bonus that he was sitting down right next to you and that you had no clue of his intentions.

But if you didn’t have all of those factors in mind and you could see this situation in a more objective perspective… you’d probably laugh at how obscenely this felt like a typical spy movie.

A mysterious man that was somewhat threatening, sitting down to the only woman of the group, the use of an alias, the fact that you were supposed to just hide away like a damsel in distress. Not to speak about the heavy accent that the man donned.

But this was very much real and it was more frightening with the next words he spoke.

”Why don’t you all come with me for a while?”

#benji dunn x reader #benji dunn x you #benji dunn #benji dunn fic #benji dunn fluff #simon pegg x reader #simon pegg fic #simon pegg stuff #My writing

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simon-egg · 3 years

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Benthan Week Day 1 - Hurt/ comfort

Title: Digging In

1873 words fic with art. TW for blood, torture and injury. Physical hurt followed by comfort with a happy ending. Benji is taken and physically tortured in an unusal way.

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Benji lurched forward as something connected with his torso followed by another sudden movement which caused pain to shoot up his side. His eyes snapped open.

“Get up.” Spat a voice from above.

The agent realised he was on a cold, hard floor in a dimly lit space. His chest was bare and he shivered with short gasps. With no recollection of how he got there and a dizzying feeling, he realised he had been drugged. The last thing he remembered was driving home after a long day writing up mission reports which could have been minutes or hours ago. Before his mind was clear enough to fully assess the situation he was in, he was roughly dragged to his feet. Whatever drug they had given Benji had sapped his energy and he sagged, unable to control or defend himself. Benji registered one person holding him firmly upright while another, a man with thick clothes and gloves, began to unwind a roll of barbed wire. Without hesitation, one of Benji's arms was pulled forward and the wire was pulled over his palm and roughly bent around his wrist. The barbs began slicing into his skin and Benji let out a shout of agony to which seemed to spur his captors on. Over and over again, the wire was roughly twisted around his arm at various angles, each coil bringing more barbs puncturing his skin. Grimly, Benji noted that the drug which kept him from fighting back did nothing to stop the pain. As soon as Benji thought the pain was growing too much to bear, the wire was looped through a ring bolted to the ceiling and his other arm was subjected to the same torture. This left him standing upright with his arms trapped above his head. By now whatever drug he was given had worn off enough that he could hold himself up straight. The two men stepped back and in front of Benji, seeming to gleefully eye up the state that they'd put him in.

Benji recognised the men as members of the Apostles who had not yet been tracked down. The one who had used the wire began to speak.

“You're going to die here.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Whether it takes hours or days, it doesn't matter. Just know that all you'll know until you die is pain-“

Benji tried to kick at the men which only caused himself more pain. “Why would you do this?” he choked out.

“You and your friend, Ethan, shouldn’t have tried to stop us. We may not have been able to cause mass suffering but If Ethan finds you strung up here, dead, knowing there will have been nothing he could have done to save his precious friend. That. That is enough for us now.”

Before Benji could think of a reply, the men turned and left.

He could smell his own blood which coated his arms and dripped down past his elbows, some splashed onto his chest and further to the floor with a barely audible wet sound. As time passed, his vision adjusted and he understood from the corrugated iron walls that he was in an old, rusting shipping container but with little light and no windows, he had no idea where he was or how long he had been there. All the while, the barbs caused searing pain and his muscles began to ache as he was forced to hold himself in position.

Light coming through cracks in the door and walls had brightened gradually, indicating to Benji that the sun was rising outside of the box. Some of his blood had dried to a brownish crust while fresh blood occasionally oozed. Hours continued to pass and the only thing keeping Benji from giving up completely was the hope that Ethan might find him. He had to try and stay alive because his captors were right; the thought of Ethan finding him strung up and dead was almost worse than the physical pain he was in. It was peculiar to Benji how those around him, even those he fought against seemed to immediately pick up on the bond between him and Ethan but then again, maybe it wasn’t so odd after all. They had so much faith in one another, kindness, loyalty and shared experiences that Benji found himself growing ever closer to the other agent. In fact, the feelings he had for Ethan had begun to develop past friendship after Kashmir and into something else. Benji made a promise to himself that if by some impossible miracle he was to get out alive, he would tell Ethan how he felt. With his eyes screwed shut against the pain, Benji found comfort in picturing Ethan talking to him, reassuring him, laughing at his jokes and smiling with that kind old smile that he might never see again.

The cruellest part of this torture, Benji came to realise was that despite the exhaustion, blood loss and agony which coaxed him to pass out, he simply could not allow himself to move or relax. He knew that doing so would make the barbs to twist deeper into his flesh. For now, he noted that no barbs were deep enough to hit any major blood vessels or the blood loss would have killed him by now. Despite this, he was still loosing blood and Benji began doubting that he could stay awake and tears began to sting, threatening to spill. Maybe he should give in, even if he died there, at least the dead don’t feel pain.

Benji was jerked from his thoughts by the sound of metal scraping against metal as the door was forced open and light flooded into the container.

“Benji…” Ethan’s voice echoed.

Ethan rushed closer but Benji didn't move, too physically and mentally drained to respond. He simply stared down with dull and unfocused eyes. Ethan’s gaze flicked over Benji's form, horrified at the situation Benji was in. A gentle hand was on Benji's face, and Ethan's thumb caressed his cheek.

Softly, Ethan whispered "Look at me" and after a few seconds, Benji's eyes flicked up to meet Ethan's.

“i'm so, so sorry Benji...” Ethan felt a rush of anger. He wanted to cry but he had to hold himself together for Benji. He was lucky to have found Benji alive. The two Apostles who took Benji did not anticipate just how determined and fast Ethan would be with the help of Luther who had tracked Benji's location by hacking security cameras. Luther was waiting nearby in a van.

"I can't remove the wire from your arms, it could cause more damage but I promise you, this will be over soon. I'm taking you home"

Benji was too weak to hold himself up and Ethan knew that if he simply cut Benji free, he could collapse and cause more injury. Ethan also understood that removing the barbs there and then would only cause more pain and bleeding too.

He used his left hand to steady one of Benji's arms in place above his head, careful to avoid pressure on the wire, then used a pair of cutters with his right to cut through the wire that held Benji's arm up. Ethan then slowly lowered that arm to Benji's side. He did the same to the other arm then awkwardly shuffled closer to Benji's side and manoeuvred an upper arm to rest across his neck, attempting to steady him. After failing to shuffle forwards holding Benji up like this, it became evident that Benji did not possess the strength to walk at all and Ethan didn’t want to put any pressure on his arms.

“I- I can’t, Ethan, I just-“ Benji coughed out.

“It’s okay, I’ll carry you” and Ethan resorted to gathering Benji up and carrying him out. Benji noticed the bodies of the two apostles outside and the last coherent thought he had before he passed out was thinking of how warm Ethan's arms were.

Benji woke up again to find himself in the back of a van. Pain continued to flare up his arms and he groaned, his chest throbbed and his head pounded. A reassuring hand stroked through his hair and realised his head was in Ethan’s lap.

“i've got you, you're going to be okay" murmured his friend. One of Ethan’s jackets had been draped over Benji's upper body to try and keep him warm for the journey and a quick glance up he could tell Luther was driving. “We’re not far from a hospital now, you’re going to be just fine.”

Luther had called ahead to notify the hospital and upon arrival they were met by a team of paramedics. Benji was taken inside and immediately given some strong pain killers along with fluids. The rest of the day passed in a haze, scans were taken of the tech’s arms to determine how close any barbs were to blood vessels, tendons and nerves. Then, Benji was sedated and the painstaking process of removing the wire began.

The next time Benji awoke he was relived to find that the wire had been removed from his arms and hands which were mostly covered in bandages. The painkillers had worked their magic and he mostly just felt subdued and so, so exhausted.

“I’d hold your hand if I could” Ethan murmured, catching Benji’s attention. The older agent sat in a chair next to the bed and Benji could have sworn he looked like he had been crying. The comment and Ethan’s expression caught Benji off guard and he briefly wondered if he had imagined it.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan paused, contemplating what to say. “I’ve just… come to realise how much you mean to me, I care about you so much, more than you know and it shouldn’t have taken me so long to realise and tell you that. I understand if you don’t feel the same-“

Before Ethan could continue, Benji quietly interjected “Thinking of you while I was in that place kept me going, kept me from giving up, so yes, yes I feel the same.”

“Are you sure?”

Benji perked up slightly “of course, I’m bloody sure!" He chuckled "I love you Ethan Hunt and can not be more relived that you feel the same!”

Ethan beamed and moved closer to the bed, then pressed his lips to Benji’s gently, a sweet kiss that Benji smiled into and a promise of many more in their future.

When Ethan pulled back he spoke again, “I was thinking, if you’d let me, once you are discharged from here, can I come back with you? To your place? You won’t be able to do much without full use of both arms for a while and I want to help you. I want to be there for you and if I’m with you I’ll be able to make sure you’re safe. Not that you’re not capable of looking after yourself I just-, while you recover which I know will take some time, both physically and mentally”

Benji grinned, feeling a wave of affection for Ethan “of course, I’d love to have your company… and maybe you could stick around with me after I’m mostly healed?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

#benthan #benji dunn #ethan hunt #my fic #my art #I will post this to AO3 later but I am at work right now so can't. i'm not finishing until past 10 pm and want this posted today.#I know it's far from perfect. i've published one other fic in my life and know i'm not a great writer it's okay to not like it I understand #and I don't plan on being a writer or anything #but I did put effort into this and hope people enjoy it!! I just lack writing experiance y'know.#benthanweek2021

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ilsastrenchcoats · 3 years

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Chapters: 3/23 Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt, Benji Dunn/Original Male Character, Jane Carter/Original Female Character Characters: Ethan Hunt, Benji Dunn, Luther Stickell, Jane Carter Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hospitalization, Injury Recovery, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Minor Character Death, Eventual Fluff, Survivor Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Near Death Summary:  Benji’s eyes are twinkling, the light dancing in them. Ethan tries to think of something to say, just so he doesn’t say something stupid instead. He opens his mouth to speak, and then the entire world is collapsing around him. Chapter 3 is up! @snovyda

#benthan #benji dunn #ethan hunt #mission: impossibe #mi #my writing

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snovyda · 2 years

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Chapters: 11/23

Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt, Benji Dunn/Original Male Character, Jane Carter/Original Female Character

Characters: Ethan Hunt, Benji Dunn, Luther Stickell, Jane Carter

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hospitalization, Injury Recovery, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Minor Character Death, Eventual Fluff, Survivor Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Near Death

Summary:

Benji’s eyes are twinkling, the light dancing in them. Ethan tries to think of something to say, just so he doesn’t say something stupid instead. He opens his mouth to speak, and then the entire world is collapsing around him.

Chapter 11 is now up! @ilsastrenchcoats

#benthan #ethan hunt #benji dunn #fanfic #my writing #cass's writing

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justabigassnerd · 6 months

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if lil hunt was ever upset as a young child how do you think Ethan would calm her down? Like what was his go to method?

oooh I have thought about this one a fair bit so I do have some ideas already:

so straight off the bat, Ethan would offer Lil' Hunt a hug. she doesn't have to say yes to the hug if she doesn't want to and Ethan will always respect whatever answer she gives, giving her a hug if she wants it or just sitting near her if she's not ready for a hug yet

if Lil' Hunt is at the age where she still relies on stuffed animals or something similar for comfort Ethan would send Benji or Luther to grab her favourite stuffed toy so she could have a little extra comfort

if Lil' Hunt is at an age where she can talk, he would ask her what upset her but would never once force her to open up if she's not ready, his main focus would be calming her down anyway so he'll sit with her, maybe talk to her about some funny memories to get her mind off whatever upset her and just all around do his best to slow her tears

no matter Lil' Hunt's age, if it's nighttime Ethan will always offer to go and stargaze with her. he knows she loves the night sky and knows it provides her with a sense of calm so he'd grab a blanket and sit out on the balcony with her wrapped in the blanket so she could have a moment of calm and peace

keep the Lil' Hunt q's coming y'all!

much love <3

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd rambles #justabigassnerd answers #justabigassnerd's amazing anons #justabigassnerd's anons <3 #anon #anon answered

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soft-for-them · 4 years

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Shrapnel ♡ Mission Impossible x reader

Anon 🐛: Hello! If possible, I’d like to request a platonic IMF team x fem reader, where reader gets injured somehow on a mission and the team tries to help patch her up but she’s extremely self-conscious and keeps refusing to let them remove an item of clothing for better access to the wound or something (eventually giving in, of course). Hope you have a great day! :)

I’m going for the ethan, benji, luther and ilsa team because they are my favourite IMF team so I guess this is set after fall out. Female reader. injury mentioned.

Proof read, edited and remastered on 20.10.2021

The mission was supposed to be a small one but all of the team had gotten injured somehow making the small job a lot harder.

Sure, the gang you and the team were tasked to take down weren’t a threat to the whole wide world like the Syndicate and August Walker, which was your first ever field mission with the IMF, a mission that cemented you as a permanent member of the team. However, now you, Benji and Ilsa stand out of breath and waiting for either Luther to drive up in the get away car or for Ethan to somehow ‘save the day’ like he always seems to do.

The IMF team has successfully defeated the rouge gang but in the process the building behind you in burning up like fireplace from the explosion that was caused moments ago.

Benji and Ethan were closest to the impact of the bomb without being in direct contact with the flames but you had pulled Benji out the way of a window that had shattered from the fire causing a slight pain in your torso.

The both of you have assumed that Ethan had survived like he always does so all you need to do now is wait.

“Hurry up, hurry up.” Benji mutters to himself as Ilsa tries to treat a gash on his arm and the scratches adorned his face. The blonde man winces as she ties his arm up with the remnants of non burnt bits of his jacket.

“You’re lucky that (y/n) pulled you away when she did.” both Ilsa and Benji give you a thankful smile, “You could have been pierced in the gut by some shrapnel or be burnt alive but the fire.”

“I should have stayed at my desk job.” You chuckle at the two agents as Benji starts swatting Ilsa’s hands away from his arm.

“Same here!” Benji jokes for he knows what it’s like to be pulled from your desk job to an action packed agent life.

You laugh some more but not because you find it particularly funny, you do always joke with Benji about stuff like that but you’re not laughing because of that. No, you’re laughing for you feel a stinging pain in your side and you’re trying to hide your pain.

When you had pulled Benji from the explosion you had gotten hit too. Sure, you thought it was just some cuts and lots of inhaling of black smoke but as you hunch down further you realise that the shrapnel might of hit you instead of Benji.

All the adrenaline and the fact that you haven’t looked down at your now bleeding side means that the pain isn’t as bad as it will become.

“(Y/n) are you ok?” the concerned voice of Benji calls out to you, the sweet man’s concern for you making you look up with a small smile.

“I just-“ what do you say to him? Do you lie to them both? Can you even lie to them? “I’m still out of breath from all the running and smoke Benji.”

Your voice is hoarse from the smoke and you’re face looks fine but not convinced by your act Ilsa gets up to check over you.

Thankfully for you she is interrupted by Luther pulling up in a four door green family car one a mother would driver her kid into school.

“Where’s Ethan!?!” he shouts concern in his voice.

A mixture of Benji, Ilsa and you answering is heard, all saying around about the same thing of ‘he got away!’ satisfies the hat wearing agent for now.

Ilsa tries to help you up to the car but you brush her off and make her go to Benji who is wobbling around like a newborn deer. With a prolonged inhale of now clean air you shuffled to the car, opening one of the side doors to clamber into.

Ilsa and Benji take the seats furthers to the back of the six seater car and you flop across the middle seats, leaving Luther on his own in the front of the car.

“Ahhhh!” you exhale with a small scream like sound which gets everyone’s attention on you.

“You’re not ok (L/n)!” Ilsa shouts about to climb over into the middle seats.

“I’m fine my lungs just hurt from the smoke!” technically that’s a half truth but really the pain is from wound trickling blood down your side.

Ilsa is interrupted once more by a small flash of Ethan Hunt running up near the family car windows.

Such a small man can run too fast.

With all your strength you lean up and open the sliding door for Ethan to jump in. The small man catapults himself next to you in the little space you’ve left. His hair is singed by the fire and his face is covered in sweat and ash but he climbs over into the passenger seat next to Luther just fine.

“Of course you survived!” Benji calls out half jokingly half in relief.

The blur of Ethan and Luther talking lulls you into a sleepy state, the pain of your side almost disappearing. However, you’re snapped out of your sleepy trance but the ever so slightly frantic voice of Ilsa.

“Luther drive quicker!” She frantically says as she finally scales over the seat to you.

You’re too out of it to move your legs so the woman basically lifts them up like you’re a child hogging the sofa. With worry she looks at your side which is less dark blur from you coat but more rich purple from the blood imbedding into the fabric.

“Damn, she was hit by the blast hard!” Ilsa sounds panicked as your try to keep your eyes open.

It’s all a blur but you see Benji pass the medical kit to her and you feel Luther picking up speed in the small minivan.

”Why didn’t you tell me?” Ilsa says as she tries to lift up your coat and shirt.

“No.” you push her away, “It isn’t bad.”

“Have you looked at it (y/n)?” Benji asks which you reply with a shake of the head.

“I was- I was runnin-“ you start to disconnect with the world, slurring your words as your eyes begin to close.

“Stay with me (L/n).” Ilsa says as she tries to lift your shirt.

“Nooooo, you’ll see my body.” you whine in your out of it state self, the words turning into nothing as you drift away.

You look over to your dear friend Benji, who you always joke with your blurry eyes seeing a man near to crying.

“Benji. Imma ok, I don’t feel it that much.”

Ilsa tries again to lift your shirt which by any rate will be most blood if you don’t let her lift it soon.

“Ilsa no… I don’t want you to see my body, I hate it…” you gasp.

In any given time you wouldn’t of been so truthful but maybe the lack of blood or the humming feeling of tiredness has turned off you thinking.

“You are beautiful but you will be less beautiful if you bleed to death.” With her normally stoic facade down she starts to plea with you, “Please (y/n), let me help!”

“…Huh, uh, as long as the men in this vehicle look away.” you slur as the pain starts to get slightly worse.

All of the men look away from you; Benji sitting back down in his seat, Ethan fiddling with hidsen gun and Luther looking back to the road.

Ilsa takes your top layers off showing the bit of glass digging out of your side blood making you (colour) skin deep red. You look down to see just how bad the injury is only to feel a huge wave of pain drown you and the urge to pass out.

“Looking at it makes it worse.” Ilsa says as she applies pressure to wound without taking the large bit of glass out.

“We’re almost here!” Luther calls as he magically slides the car under a closing garage door, he carries on driving to a lower level where he stops the car and he immediately gets out to help you along with the rest of the IMF.

“No looking at my bra!” you whine as Luther slides open the door closets to your head, Ilsa making sure you don’t fall backwards.

“We’re looking at that thing in your side (y/n) not you boobs!” Benji jabbers is in a flurry as he tries and help with you.

Ilsa and Luther get you out and lead you to a door, which Benji opens, Ethan not far behind talking to someone on the phone.

“We have an agent who need urgent medical treatment!” he urges as you hobble with Luther and Ilsa inside.

It has now been a month since your injury and the ragged piece of glass than had scared your side in now displayed on your desk, a reminder that you’re lucky that you aren’t dead.

For the last most since then Benji has been acting like an overprotective best friend telling you that you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are along with some dad jokes sprinkled in to make you smile.

Luther and Ethan have been more concerned about your health and healing but you still got a talking to from the men about how the IMF don’t judge anyone for what they look like. (That conversion was mostly from Ethan and Luther nodding his head in the background.)

You’re still in shock about how much Ilsa had cares for you. She had called you by your first name and she had also called you beautiful, a thing she had never done before that day.

Even now in-between missions as you sit behind a desk you’ll get a short and sweet text from her asking how your are.

You stretch out in you spinny chair with a relieved sigh.

There’s still a long way to go with excepting your body but with all that had happened to you feel more comfortable with yourself and the IMF team.

Edit: Proof reading may still be off because I’m tired, still love Benji and Ilsa.

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Did i write this right after i got the request? yes, but i don’t know how good this is. it’s too late for all this writing but i did it!

also i want to write an ilsa x plus size reader and/or a benji x plus size reader because i love them both! (i get gay panic for ilsa and i just find benji adorable!)

#mission impossible #mission impossible x reader #ethan hunt x reader #benji dunn x reader #ilsa faust x reader #luther stickell #ilsa faust #benji dunn #ethan hunt #x female reader #x tall reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x poc reader #x petite reader #x ftm reader #tw blood #tw injury

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illprotectyou-hearteyes · 4 years

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Anyhoo I’ve been thinking about how the Mission Impossible crew would function as a friend group outside the IMF and then I wrote it down so uh, here (beneath the cut because it’s real long):

Brandt is far and away the most annoying, and people on the outside of the group suspect they just let him hang out to be nice. But he gives the best and most informed advice, and even though he does so in the most infuriating way imaginable, they all feel the world weigh less heavily on their shoulders knowing that he has elected to bear it for them, and will inform them well ahead of time (and with impressive accuracy despite how often he is accused of fear-mongering) of any impending disasters. (Because of him they all self-isolated at least two weeks ahead of the curve. If Brandt had his way it would have been five weeks before. He also raided the markets long before enough people were anxious to put a strain on suppliers, and whenever a given essential runs low in the markets he mails boxes of them to all his friends).

Ethan is intense and lacks self-preservation instincts to the point of stupidity in pursuit of anything he believes in, which leaves his friends in a constant state of anxiety. Nevertheless he manages to be consistently, inordinately nice. He is the ultimate Acts of Service friend, to the point that everyone in the group feels guilty mentioning any minor inconveniences they are experiencing around him, because he will instantly set about transferring that inconvenience to himself so they don’t have to deal with it. It’s frankly annoying at times, but it’s also deeply comforting to know that if they ever need anything, he’ll be there without hesitation, and if one of them ever gets cancer he’ll probably find the cure.

Jane is almost as intense as Ethan, but far less stupid—she knows how to take care of herself, and the group rarely bothers to worry about her. She is the go-to friend for a night out, as she makes an excellent wing-woman but is also The friend to have in a bar fight. (Ethan would do his very very best and probably manage in the end, but Jane would subdue the assailant without doing real harm and get herself and her companions out out of the bar before anyone even realized a fight had started). She’s willing to talk about other people’s emotions, but for the most part she keeps her own under lock and key, and that is the one point about which her friends do worry about her on occasion. But now and again she will open up, and her friends always receive it as a rare and precious gift.

Luther is simultaneously the most solid and dependable presence in the group and the Snarky™ friend. Contradictory as the characteristics seem at first, his friends know that the warmth and comfort that diffuses any room he entered is due in no small part by his ability to diffuse tension with a snarky comment that gives everyone a bit of perspective on their behavior. For the same reason he’s also the best friend to approach if anyone needs some sense knocked into them—he has a talent for calling out people’s bullshit without making them feel less loved or less worthy of love. He and Ethan knew each other for an indeterminate length of time before they met any of the others, and the others are sure they occasionally have whole conversations through an exchanged glance. They also aren’t entirely convinced that the two of them haven’t been secretly married for at least 5 years.

To people looking in, Benji appears to be the resident goof, kept around mostly because he provides a good laugh now and again. And sure, he is funny, and his friends love that about him, but they also know perfectly well that he’s the smartest of them all. It’s never occurred to them to resent it—he’s no braggart, and if he does have a tendency to ramble on and on about subjects the others can’t even begin to follow, he only does so out of a genuine love for the subject and a tendency to generously assume that everyone else is as smart as he is. Besides, he humanizes himself by being a proper nerd, repays anyone who listens to his rambles by listening attentively and engaging in turn with whatever they find most fascinating, and is always willing to help out with a spot of dodgy tech. He’s also good to be around if one of them needs cheering up—not because he necessarily knows what to say (if he knows someone is upset he tends to get anxious and ramble) but because he clearly wants so badly to help, and looks so delighted if he does elect a laugh, that they can’t help but feel loved and looked after.

Ilsa is a latecomer to the group, and Ethan likes her at once—but then, she helped him out of a tight spot and he’s been known to get attached to people for far less. Everyone else regards her with suspicion for a time. They don’t really know what to make about how she occasionally flits around the edges of their group for a time only to disappear for long stretches. Besides, her intensity ought to make her fit right in, but the group is concerned by how ruthless she can be in pursuit of what she wants. Then they hear tell of how she turned down a promotion she had been pursuing for years so that it could go to the nice lady she talked to twice who has six kids and picked up Ilsa’s pencil when she dropped it one time. That’s when the group realizes that: a). Ilsa gets attached just as quickly as Ethan, b). she is probably very lonely, and c). the one thing she will not do in pursuit of her goals is cause harm to anyone she cares about. The lot of them, with Ethan leading the charge, immediately embark on a mission to welcome her into the group. In this endeavor they quickly make a fourth discovery: however poised she appeared to be from a distance or in pursuit of some end, she is awkward as fuck when it comes to actual human emotion. It’s adorable.

Bonus: Walker is very much not part of the friend group. Wherever and what age the friends are, Walker is the equivalent of the school bully. He’s played with the idea of messing with the group before, but if he ever gets within thirty feet of them Jane, Ethan, and Ilsa will step forward and stand in formation in front of the others, while Benji and Luther send cheeky waves and salutes his way and Brandt glares daggers. Walker thinks better of it. Granted, one time he tried to start a one-on-one fistfight with Ethan, but before he can so much as lunch a punch he feels hands on his shoulders, followed by tense thighs clasped around his neck, and next thing he knows he’s on the floor, vaguely aware of a voice saying “Oooh, well done dear,” as two woman walk away hand-in-hand. When he gets home that night he finds that his computer has been infected by a particularly virulent virus. He never tries to interfere with them again.

#mission impossible #Ethan hunt #benji dunn #Jane carter #luther stickell #ilsa faust #william brandt #this is so long #I think the quarantine is getting to me #oh well I had fun

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