#cat!ethan hunt

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Mission impossible 3 was Ethan’s feral cat biting era. (I’m serious he bit like 4 people in the span of 2hrs Julia please vaccinate your husband. Luther come get ur boy)

Which is funny cuz Julia straight up domesticated Ethan. The cat distribution system worked to well and Julia got a husband with a cat personality instead of a plain and normal cat.

Ethan probably wandered over and Julia just picked him up and took him home. She literally got hobo!Ethan who canonically sleeps in barns/abandoned warehouses/hotel rooms/garages/streets and is legitimately a squatter to sleep in her bed and live with her (it has to be her house, Ethan credit is probably like a 6, the insurance company’s hates and loves him at the same time. If he does have a good credit score it’s 98% faked/hacked by Luther who looks at his peasant friend and feels bad) which btw has the same energy as a human seeing a feral cat on the side of the road and just picking them up and taking them home *your my friend now! And then casually catnaps them*

Ethan also give off the outdoor farmcat attitude of stopping by and living in the house for some days then disappearing back to its colony or back to work. Liked a shared custody case. The other spies be like bro wtf have you been??? And Ethan will be like I got myself a wife, food, and a roof over my head by just giving her all my affection wby? How’s living in that barn rn?

In conclusion Ethan hunt is a feral cat who was pretty enough to get adopted by a single but gorgeous women.

Discuss if u must

#mission impossible #ethan hunt #mission impossible text posts #mission: impossible #julia meade hunt #julia meade #luther stickell #cat!ethan hunt #mission impossible 3

[calkale]

animated cat ass outfit

#my cat is on the loose please someone find her #Ethan hunt #mi #mission impossible #mi7 #mission impossible dead reckoning #tom cruise #calkaleart

[adiduck]

@oathkeeperoxas asked for 72. "Kiss me" for SaintSpy May! You got it, my friend! Send me a kiss for SaintSpy May!

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72. “Kiss me”

A fun fact about Jude’s husband is that—not only can he not sing, he needs to be actively discouraged from doing so any time the mood takes him. Which is, unfortunately, far, far too often.

A fun fact about Jude is that he is terrible at doing this.

Case in point, Ethan is in their kitchen right now, their puppy in his arms, caterwauling—heh—an old pop song to her as he rocks her around like a baby and she occasionally stretches her long neck and snout up to lick at Ethan’s chin enthusiastically. Jude has no idea how this happened, and frankly he’s not sure he should ask.

“Kiss meeeeeee, beneath the milky twilight,” Ethan sings, forte and unforgivably off-key, pausing to accept more licks with a laugh. “Lead meeeeeee out on the moonlit flooooor—”

Jude really needs to put a stop to this for the sake of his ears. The issue is that it’s really, really cute.

“Lift your open haaaaand,” Ethan croons—very very badly—at their puppy, and leans down to drop a few kisses on Cat’s little paw. Cat licks him straight on the mouth, tail wagging so hard it’s thumping off Ethan’s chest. “Strike up the baaaaaand, and make the fireflies daaaaaaaance,” he pauses. “Uh. Something something soooomething—” He drops some more kisses on their very over-excited puppy’s head.

“Silver moon’s sparkling,” Jude offers from the door—spoken, not sung. Ethan looks up and grins at him, not at all surprised to know Jude’s lurking just outside the room.

“Thank you. Silver moon’s spaaaarkliiiiiing,” he adds, in what probably is supposed to be sung. Jude shakes his head, finally letting himself into the room as Ethan drops so more kisses on Cat’s little ears, holding onto her as she wiggles, eyes cutting back to Jude as he does. “So kiiiiiss meeeee—”

“If it will shut you up,” Jude allows, and leans over as Ethan straightens up, taking a slow, languid kiss, enjoying Ethan’s smile up against his lips—

—and reaching up to catch their kitty-Cat, as the presence of both her dads in close proximity this far above the ground becomes too much for her, and she wriggles so excitedly she nearly slips out of Ethan’s arms.

Cat makes a tiny puppy vocalization—a rolling little roorawwwroo that sounds just a little like the song Ethan had been singing—ah.

“Are you singing, little girl?” Jude asks, pulling away to grin down at Cat. “You sound much better than your dad, I’m going to be honest—” Ethan cracks up. Jude grins and continues. “—but you should be using your pillow! Where’s your pillow, noodle, hm?”

“Over in the corner,” Ethan says. “She was making noise around it.”

“Ah,” Jude says, and Ethan lets him take the puppy from him. He wanders over to the corner near the window and picks up the pillow, offering it to Cat as she makes another noise. She chomps down on it. “What a good girl,” he says, crooning—positive reinforcement of good behaviors, instead of the behavior you don’t want your dog to do, like all the books he’s been reading say to do. “Very good pillow. Yes!”

Ethan’s arms slide around his waist from behind. He—does some approximation of humming the song again. A few bars. So kiss me.

Jude sighs, and turns to comply. Probably, this is why Ethan continues this behavior Jude would prefer he stop.

Ah, well. Jude supposes he can live with the singing, in the end.

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#adi is a writer #100 Kisses Challenge #saintspy may #saintspy #Ethan Hunt #Simon Templar #Cathering 'Cat' Hunt the greyhound puppy #Ethan Hunt x Simon Templar #sometimes you have to lean into the first silly thought you had for a prompt :DDD

[nade2308]

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

#ethan hunt #william brandt #jane carter #benji dunn #mission impossible #mission impossible: ghost protocol #tom cruise #jeremy renner #paula patton #simon pegg #my gifs #mission impossible gifs #my edit #missionimpossibleedit #part 2 #more ethan looking like a snack #while also looking like a pissed off cat #I love him

[oathkeeperoxas]

Today's kiss is delivered along with a serving of pure, pure fluff. Love it when my boys are happy. Very, very good for them!! And me!!

2 Forehead press

“Sweetheart,” Ethan starts for the third time. “We don’t have to pick just one.”

Anthony doesn’t budge. He’s got three packages in his hands and he’s intent on studying the minute details between them. Ethan knows the value of seeing what’s really there – he knows how to seek out the types of facts that most people overlook for one reason or another. And his husband knows it, too. He’s got a better eye than Ethan for knowing the value of something, how much someone will pay for it, what it’s worth – different questions with different answers.

Ethan would like to know the answer to this one.

“I don’t want to get her something that she won’t like,” Anthony says. He’s on the hunt today – Ethan notes the related name, but doesn’t ask. Anthony still has his secrets, after all these years. “What if she hates blue?”

“Can dogs even see blue?” Ethan asks, which silences Anthony for a moment.

“It doesn’t matter,” he decides firmly. “Whatever she sees, maybe she won’t like it.”

“So lets buy all of them,” Ethan says, feeling absurd that they’re standing here in the aisle of the shop arguing about dog collars of all things. “Then, uh… she can pick one.” However that would happen, Ethan isn’t sure. Maybe he’d let Anthony decide.

“No,” Anthony says, eyes narrowing. “I want to give her a perfect first gift.”

Ethan fights down the urge to smile. “I think we should be two rows over in the treats section, then.”

Anthony fives him an unimpressed look. “Her diet is important,” he says. “You can’t just give her food that isn’t good for her!”

Ethan should probably not be feeling as fond as he does right now. All these growing pains. Watching Anthony learn this in real time is a better experience than Ethan could have hoped for.

“Sweetheart,” he says, for the fourth time today. He decides to go all out. He kneels down beside Anthony, puts an arm around his shoulders, and bring him in close. Pressing their foreheads together, he looks Anthony in the eyes. “She’s a fog,�� Ethan says, very happy. “She’s not going to mind. Let’s just buy everything, and we can figure it out later. Besides, I don’t know if the purple or orange collar is going to look best on her.”

“Silver would look best,” Anthony argues, not moving away.

“Hm,” Ethan hums. “We’ll just have to see.”

Anthony looks down at the collars he’s collected. “We could use them as a back up,” he says.

“That’s true,” Ethan agrees.

“Fine,” Anthony relents. “All of them.”

“And all of the treats?” Ethan asks, grinning.

Anthony barks a laugh. “Maybe just one to start,” he says. “We don’t want them to go off.”

Ethan, who has been reading everything he can get his hands on about the training of greyhounds, and has been spending as much time as possible with one greyhound in particular, isn’t sure about that. Cat seems very food driven. Not that it’s a bad thing in a puppy – it might make training her a little easier, hopefully.

Maybe another reason Anthony couldn’t look away from her. Ethan doesn’t need to know what conditions his husband had found her in to know that she’s underweight – or had been, before they had supplied her with a healthy and full diet over the last few weeks.

“She’ll be cute no matter what colour she has,” Ethan tells Anthony as they wait in the check out line.

“She has that quality about her,” Anthony agrees, expression going soft for a moment before he looks up at Ethan. “Since we’re in town…”

“Lunch sounds good,” Ethan says. “And maybe I can look and see if there are any social events for dogs that are put on around here…”

“Always busy,” Anthony says. They pay for their bag of items, and head out to Anthony’s very expensive car. Ethan lets him drive, because it doesn’t matter that Ethan is a better driver than Anthony when it comes to high impact, high stress situations. They’re going to get some food, and then they’re going home. He reaches out for Anthony’s hand. Anthony looks at him for a second before resting their fingers together. Ethan winds his window down to feel the wind on his face, and can’t help but smile. Who knew, that after everything, this would be waiting for him. A good day, indeed.

Send me a kiss for saintspy May 😘

#saintspy #ethan hunt #simon templar #my writing #no cat today but she is there in spirit

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave Danny is found out to not be a civilian, because Sam and Tucker hunted him down. Things are already starting to get tense Between Tim and his insistence of Danny being Evil when they show up. Tim holding Danny by his collar, so they assume the worst. Danny calls Sam and Tucker, Selena and Ethan to their faces as they're whipping out weapons of mass destruction, because he commits to the bit even as the bit is falling apart in his hands.

Sam and Tucker, tell Danny to his face that his spontaneous vacation is over and it's time to get his other Rouges back under control before they have to fight the US government again, this time completely destroying it.

Do they address the names they were called? No, they barely call Danny by his name anyway. They straight up call him Phantom and now that cats out the bag.

Yeah, Seems legit.

This is funny cause they would come in screaming his name with guns blazing, and the Batfam would only see a kid version of Selina and Ethan swinging around bulky looks like they came from a low-budget sci-fi movie guns at them.

Bruce's first reaction would be, "That's cute"

His children would trip over themselves to see Bruce's past lovers as kids. A few of them weren't aware Ethan was a possibility.

"Dang B, Catwoman, Two-Face, and Clayface? How many rouges is Bruce Wayne exes with?"

"Do not forget my mother or Ghost Maker."

"No one could ever forget them Dami."

Unfortunately, this falls out of the planned plotline, so Sam and Tucker never meet the Batfam.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cave Boy au #Mun speaks #Funny to think about though #Am I pushing for Bruce and his league of evil exes? Yes

[batbabydamian]

DC January 2024 Solicitations - Comics Featuring Damian! 🦇

BATMAN AND ROBIN #5 1/9/24

Written by Joshua Williamson

Art and Cover by Simone Di Meo

Variant Covers: Kael Ngu (+B/W 1:50), Jorge Molina, Pete Woods (1:25)

Batman and Robin have been separated! Batman works with White Rabbit to track down the new femme fatale Shush while his son, Damian, hunts down the criminal mastermind who is targeting his father! But Damian won't like who he finds! Don't miss out on the shocking ending!

BATMAN AND ROBIN ANNUAL 2024 1/30/24

Written by Joshua Williamson

Art and Cover by Howard Porter

Variant Covers: Dustin Nguyen, David Nakayama, Gleb Melnikov (1:25)

FATHER-AND-SON ROAD TRIP! Batman and Robin have gone through hell the last few months, so Bruce decides to take Damian on a camping trip to bond. But as they try to enjoy the great outdoors, they find a different kind of hunting ground..one that hunts the most dangerous game! Trapped and cut off from their weapons and backup, Batman and Robin must use their surroundings to hold off and take down some of DC's deadliest mercenaries!

NIGHTWING #110 1/16/24

Written by Tom Taylor

Art and Cover by Sami Basri

Variant Covers: Dan Mora, Travis Moore, Ethan Young (1:25)

Nightwing, Batgirl and the Titans are doing all they can to save a world overrun by Beasts. Heroes have become threats, and one of the biggest threats now stalks the streets of Bludhaven. Where once there was a Robin, now there is a cat. Can Jon Kent and Nightwing save the city from Damian Wayne? Or will the Super Sons be torn apart forever?

TRINITY SPECIAL #1 1/16/24

Written by Tom King

Art by Belén Ortega and Daniel Sampere

Variant Covers: Belén Ortega, Jorge Jimenez, Mitch Gerads (1:25), Evan "Doc" Shaner (1:50)

Featuring DC's brightest new star, Trinity! Discover Lizzie's earliest adventures as she takes the world of heroes by storm! Reprinting the character's first appearance alongside hilarious tales of the little Amazon and her Super Son babysitters, this special will be an instant classic for fans old and new. Plus, a brand-new story from the all-star creative team behind Wonder Woman that will tease the future of Diana's daughter!

WONDER WOMAN #5 1/30/24

Written by Tom King

Art and Cover by Daniel Sampere and Tomeu Morey

Variant Covers: Leirix, Julian Totino Tedesco, Cris Delara (1:25), Daniel Sampere (+B/W 1:50)

If the U.S. government can't stop her, then who can?! As Sargent Steel retreats to gather deadlier forces, the Wonder Girls call on Diana, begging her to lay down her lasso. Will she see the truth before it's too late? Plus, Trinity invites the sons of Batman and Superman to Themvscira for a contest thev'll never forget!

#damian wayne #baby bat sighting #tentative tag unless i think of smth else #never thought this tag would ever apply to the actual comics LMAO #ALSO FINALLYYY DUO 2.0 CRUMBS THE MOORE COVER IS SO CUTE DAMIAN TAKING A LIL CATNAP #i liked Basri's art in Harley Quinn's Preludes to the Wedding but his work was elusive to me beyond that issue so this is exciting #Bruce trying his best to bond with Damian thru a camping trip but ofc goes downhill is hilarious i need to read this #my mixed feelings for the Trinity/Super Sons thing continues to be...negative...im so sorry...hopefully it's at least entertaining #daminyan

[killergirlfuria]

So I may or may not be working on a tiny little very self-indulgent crossover thingy. Will this go anywhere past this pic? We'll see.

The gist of this AU; year is 2029. Prototype and AC1-3 took place in 2012, Resident Evil Village in 2015. Alex and Desmond have been together for 17 years. Through legally sound and morally questionable means, Alex and Desmond ended up as legal caregivers of Elijah, Pariah/Michael, and Rosemary Winters.

From left to right; Desmond, Alex, Elijah, Pariah/Michael, Rosemary, Dana.

Stuff about it under the cut.

While they are messing with Abstergo and Brotherhood in Europe, they befriend one Ethan Winters and, after his death, Mia entrusts them with Rose as she can't take care of her in her deteriorating mental state. And, realistically, they're probably best equipped to giving Rose as normal life as someone as her could get. She grows up happy, aware and accepting of her powers. Hard not to, when out of her two dads one is effectively a demigod and the other is eldritch sentient plague. Being a sentient mold isn't so weird in this setting.

Later when raiding Abstergo bases they find Elijah held there. Desmond, now aware that he has a kid obviously refuses to leave him. They kill Juno as a father-son bonding activity, visit Elijah's mother grave. Cry a bit, argue a bit (he is a traumatized tween) but figure it out. It forces Alex and Desmond to slow down a bit; they do want to give their kids a stable childhood, after all. They thought they had more time, since Rose was barely a toddler, but with Elijah on board they reevaluate. Somehow, Alex ends up being his favorite dad. Desmond is only a little jealous, but he gets it. He likes Alex a whole lot, too.

They have a little break, a little wedding, they wrap up the Templar mess as well as they can for the time being. Desmond takes the Mercer surname and so does Elijah, because Bill does not deserve his name to be carried on.

Desmond becomes a Mentor somewhere in the middle. He's determined to drag the Brotherhood back into functionality whether it likes that or not; no more Bill sending people to die for nothing but his ego. Bill doesn't take it well, of course, but who'd care about him at this point? Desmond has three lifetimes worth of Mentor memories and the scariest dog on the block for a husband.

Alex does science, because he likes it. He's the kind of person to find writing dissertations fun. He may become an university professor; college students tend to be the most agreeable and most entertaining breed of a student. He does photography too. It's a memory-making thing.

They tackle Blacklight properly; find Pariah. Pariah, as it turns out, is actually somewhat unstable, hibernating most of the time, and stuck physically and mentally at 8 years old. Alex offers Blacklight to stabilize him; Pariah accepts. Purges his DNA of irregularities, replaces what's missing with Alex' DNA and the Blacklight. It's a little weird, to retroactively make him Alex' child when he was born before Alex, but that's what they're dealing with now. Pariah is still 8 in every way that matters. Greene named him Michael, which he gladly accepts (he never had a name before), and then he's a Mercer too.

It's 2020 by then, so plague jokes abound.

Dana in the meantime does what any girlboss does, gets her journalist career going, writes a book or two. Is instrumental in orchestrating the public downfall of Abstergo and Blackwatch. Adopts two cats. Struggles to find a girlfriend because things are never boring with the Mercers, but their kind of excitement oft comes with threat of bodily harm, cults, and shady corporations being hunted for sport. She's also kinda sorta infected with a dormant strain of Blacklight because it was either that or dying to whatever Greene infected her with.

In 2029 Desmond is 42 years old, Alex is 46, Elijah is 24, Michael/Pariah is 17 (chronologically 60), Rosemary is 15, and Dana is 38.

#prototype 2009 #assassin's creed #protocreed #re village #re8 #alex mercer #alex mercer prototype #desmond miles #elijah miles #pariah prototype #rosemary winters #dana mercer

[airlocksandaviaries]

Some soft Ethan Hunt headcanons for the soul <3

- He cooks for the team. He has like 4 recipes and most of them are casseroles (due to him being from the Midwest). While he doesn’t usually have his hands on the best ingredients and his kitchen methods are questionable (he’ll substitute anything he feels like and has almost started fires on multiple occasions), it’s still always a hit. Benji always adores it and while Luther is dubious he still admits it’s worlds better than the usual on-the-lam takeout.

- He can’t spell for the life of him. It’s just one of those things his brain can’t find the space to concentrate on. It’s not usually noticeable since his tech has auto correct and he uses texting shortcuts on his burner phones, but Will Brant once watched him trying to spell “beautiful” for 10 whole minutes and never lets him hear the end of it.

- He curls up when he sleeps. He’s the kind of person who needs 3 layers of blankets, even in the summer, and he always tucks his covers all the way up to his chin. He lays on his side, almost curled into a ball, tightly wrapped and secure. He never tells anyone, but it’s because it keeps him from flailing due to nightmares. And he enjoys being cozy.

- He likes to make faces in mirrors when he walks past them. Sometimes he runs his hands through his hair. Everyone has caught him doing this at one point or another. It’s a side effect of his talent for acting like different people.

- He. Doodles. Everywhere. If you hand him a paper and a pen, it’s going to be covered with intricate designs and disturbingly realistic eyes and silly cat faces within the next few minutes. Doesn’t matter if it’s scrap paper or the most important document detailing the syndicate’s plans for nuclear war, he’ll find a way to cover it with sketches. He once had a habit of drawing on his skin, but he kicked it as fast as he possibly could. Don’t want any identifying marks in his line of work.

- He’s a hugger. Especially a surprise hugger. He’ll randomly jump his friends when they’re working or resting or standing anywhere and just wrap them in a hug for no particular reason. From behind, from the side, from the front. Curling around them like a koala. He’s tiny enough to where it’s not a problem for them, and everyone enjoys it anyway. Ethan loves keeping his friends close and safe, and that means physically sometimes too.

My askbox is open for requests if anyone wants more btw ☺️💖

#Ethan Hunt #Mission Impossible #Mi #mission: impossible #m:I #airlocks writes #Ethan hunt Headcanons #mi movies #Tom Cruise

[phoenix--flying]

Maybe… any headcanons if Thalia Grace and Ethan Nakamura were friends? (either canon or any au)

Type of friends who just became friends one day, they don't know how or when it just happened

Thalia challenges Ethan to a lot of competitions for shits and giggles

Ethan who isn't a camper vs Thalia who can and will hunt him down to make sure hes not starving himself

Ethans mommy issues vs Thalias need to older brother him/j

Thalia will find cats and some other animals while shes with the hunt that Artemis won't let her keep so she makes Ethan take them

Ethan viewing Thalia as an older sister (he'll never say that to her face and he'd punch her if she ever suggested it)

"Your mom took your eye?" "Your dad turned you into a tree shut up."

#thalia grace #ethan nakamura #i wish i had more but brain is not braining rn tbh #BUT STILL #my babies #phoenix headcanons #phoenix answers #pjo

[callmearcturus]

writer questions meme: 8, 13, 20 if you please

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

It wasn't explicitly writing advice, but I can tell you where I learned what my specific style would be. There was a fic in the Dresden Files fandom called "Cross" by LightGetsIn. LGI was a tremendous writer and a very kind mentory-friend who I attended my first fan convention with. Extremely accomplished adult who I looked up to when I was barely an adult.

"Cross" is a story about the limitations of perspective. It was the first story that really drove home the idea that Character A would not have the same knowledge and understanding of the world as Character B.

In "Cross", the POV character is John Marcone, a non-magical mafia boss who is deeply entrenched in the magical world. He has a lot of factual knowledge of how magic works, but he's an Italian-American Catholic. So when he's pulled into doing magical rites to bring another character back to life, he specifically doesn't pick up on the more pagan symbology of what he's doing, but filters it through a Guilty Catholic filter. Hence the name of the fic, "Cross."

And that story, which isn't even my favorite LGI story, probably taught me the most about how to write Close Perspective Third Person, which is my default style. When I'm writing in a characters POV, I rigorously limit what the POV character knows and picks up on. I will plant clues and information that the audience will understand, but the connections a character makes, the reference pools they pull from, their morality and ethics, all of those inform that POV, and what you and I know does not.

That is probably the most important lesson I've ever had in creating my own writing method.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

8 hours of sleep, small breakfast snack like a croissant, decaf beverage, one dextroamphetamine, and no one fucking talk to me for about 2 - 4 hours. I will write 4,000 words.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Lets put this under a cut, and I'll give you some DVD commentary. This is from chapter 2 of you'll need a new name to survive this. It's the point where Benji realizes Ethan is stalking him and does that trick to lose him in the bookshop, then sits outside waiting for him.

Only five minutes later, the door opened, and Bell took one step out before freezing, his eyes falling on Benji.

Got you, Benji thought with a sharp little smile. "You didn't even buy a book? Bit rude."

One of the goals of the early chapters of PT AU was establishing Benji's character as boldly as possible because we were essentially telling a story that canon does not. This is YEARS before MI3, where Benji gets two gd scenes.

To me, the tightrope walk was that I wanted Benji to have a reasonable grip on authority, to be shiny and new and out of his depth but still empowered because of his accomplishments. He has managed to land a good job working for the US government, he successfully emigrated before he was 30 years old, he has an apartment and a cat, he's new to everything in the spy world but he also has a steel spine that frankly he's fucking earned.

Which is a long-winded way of saying that Benji is a bitch and I love him so much.

Bell's face was blank, but Benji could almost feel how fast his brain was moving, weighing his options. Eventually, he settled on huffing out a little chuckle and stepping closer to Benji. "Hi."

Meanwhile, Ethan. MI1-era Ethan is very very smart but very very traumatised. His skillset is rooted in controlling people and predicting them. So Benji, a fucking civilian, catching him off-guard like this is like waving a red flag at a bull. Or dangling a steak over a lion enclosure. Benji doesn't know it yet but he's setting himself up to be a tasty treat for Ethan Hunt circa the late 90s.

"Are you going to kill me or something?" Benji asked. "Is that your spook job, are you a hitman?"

The flash of expression on Bell's face was offended. (This makes me laugh every time. Ethan Hunt is not a killer unless he absolutely must be and he will go out of his way to avoid it. Being an assassin is gross and he doesn't want to be perceived at all bc he's a spy but if he MUST be perceived jfc don't assume he's a HITMAN) "What, no. I just…" Grimacing, he looked away, eyes scanning the other pedestrians around them. "Okay, I'm screwing this up, I can admit that. Can we talk somewhere private?"

Benji didn't even have to think about it. "We can talk somewhere public."

Benji is never going to be an IMF agent but his instincts are wildly correct. And that knowledge comes from a different place! He was a gay punk rock vagabond who dropped out of law school, he knows how to keep out of trouble. He is probably the guy who told his other punk friends "if you are arrested do not say a goddamn thing, just ask for your public defender, don't joke, don't be a smartarse, keep your mouth shut."

The smile that took over Bell's face was lovely, transforming his whole face from storm clouds to something more seasonal. "That's honestly a very smart answer, doc. C'mon, there's a bakery nearby. I'll buy you a coffee. Least I can do."

It really was, so Benji nodded and followed him.

They didn't speak until Bell opened the glass door to another shop and held it open for Benji.

"Wrong hand," Benji said, noticing the small wince Bell let out.

"Inside, doc."

If it isn't obvious, all of the observational skills Benji has canonically have been funneled into his preternatural observation of patients.

Basically, if Benji as a character has a specific set of SPECIAL stats, all of those are the same, he just has different tagged skills in this universe.

Canon Benji is probably.... Guns, Science, and Repair. PT Benji has Medicine, Barter, Speech.

"Not a doctor," Benji said. "You know I'm not a doctor."

"What do you want to drink, doc?"

Ethan is being purposefully annoying and I could write a whole post about Ethan's soft power and the way he manipulates people, but that'd be another post. Short version: some people you seduce, some people you act like a wounded gazelle at, and some people you annoy.

Inside the bakery was loud. It was a strangely open floor plan. A long pastry case cordoned off the seating area for the customers. On the other side was just… the bakery. There were ovens and industrial mixers and rolling racks of cooling bread. In the corner, the espresso machine howled with noise as the milk frother worked.

It smelled divine, like living inside a baguette during a spring shower of dark roast coffee.

It also was a constant racket, which Benji mentioned to Bell as he sat down and slid a dark tea with vanilla syrup across to Benji.

"That's the point," Bell said, slouching back in his chair. "It's very difficult to eavesdrop in here."

Well, he wasn't wrong. Looking to another occupied table nearby, Benji briefly tried to pick out a word of what was being said by the woman seated closest to him. Nothing.

"Right, then," Benji said, attention back on Bell. "Why are you following me?"

"Why?" Bell seemed taken aback.

One of the many moments in the early chapters that establish that Ethan's perception of Normal is not anything approaching actual normal.

"Yes, why."

"Normal intelligence collection."

"On your physical therapist?" Benji asked with a barked laugh.

"Yeah." Bell leaned on his elbows, one hand cupping his own jaw and holding his head up as he made uncomfortably direct eye contact. "You really don't know who I am? Or why some of the appointments on your calendar come with no information?"

Pursing his lips, Benji shook his head.

Blowing out a whistle through his teeth, Bell grinned. "Sorry, that's just… it's new. I'm surprised Dr. Falsion didn't clue you in, but I guess she's not technically supposed to." Lifting his mug, he looked down into it. "People do shit they're not technically supposed to all the time in this town."

Ethan's major trauma at this point is being targeted by Kittridge and the Mole Hunt, and his trust in people to do their jobs is at a critical low that it'll never recover from.

"I don't even know your name," Benji sighed, sipping his own drink. It didn't taste at all like iocaine powder, so he was probably safe for the moment.

Bell rested his temple against the knuckles of his hand, his gaze so intense that Benji didn't know how to look away without making it patently obvious he was unsettled. Whatever Bell saw, it made his lips curve up slight. "Alright. Yeah. My name is Ethan. I work for an organization that shouldn't legally exist, so that's why you don't get anything on me. Even CIA jackboots manipulating local governments are realer than I am." He blinked once. "Also, I was an unprofessional shitheel last session, and I apologize."

Ethan apologizes here because Benji has earned his respect. And also by earning his respect, Ethan is also aware that Benji is not going to be so easy to maneuver around, so he fesses up that he was a prick, softly setting up a different tactic with Benji.

Benji felt his eyes going wider and wider with every sentence until it was a little hard to breathe. So his patient wasn't the American equivalent of an MI5 or MI6 so much as an MI8?

That did sort of start to explain what a pain in the ass he was.

"Shame," Benji managed after a moment of sitting fairly gobsmacked. "I was getting attached to 'Bell.' But I appreciate… all that. Thanks." He frowned. "Are you saying all this because you're actually sorry or are you sick of being stonewalled?"

Benji has a much more cynical mind than Ethan is the funny thing. Benji gets arguably more accurate reads on people than Ethan does. Or, Ethan gets accurate reads but he is continuously poisoned by the hope that people will be better than he expects. So FUNCTIONALLY, Ethan is an optimist and Benji is a realist.

Bell— Ethan— grinned. "That's a very good question. You actually have great instincts, doc. You did a surprisingly good job of shaking me when I was tailing you, especially for a civilian."

One of my favorite running gags is Benji being impossible to tail, so I'm glad we really drove it home the first time it happened. I love consistency in longfic.

"Again: thanks. Don't suppose you'll answer my other question?"

Ethan sipped his coffee, his smile visible around the edge of his cup.

"Right," Benji sighed. At least this felt like progress. And at least he probably wasn't going to be disappeared by a government assassin. That was a relief.

So this entire bit is Ethan reassessing Benji and pivoting his methods and tactics, setting up for a better way of handling Benji. And also being kind of charmed by him.

#relaxed-and-extremely-uneasy #talking about writing #pt benji au

[witchersmistress]

Briar Rose

SURPRISE!!! i have Sy's pov of the events that happened at the club! ive concidered making this into a series but for now @livesinfantasyland Enjoy. with a guest apperance from August.

Trigger warning: Fluff, angst and irritation at yours truly

Word count: 1.4 K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

Sy’s POV

I have said how much I hate the city. Especially LA?? The traffic sucks, the air sucks, this entire place sucks. But I've spent most of my life in the desert so any crowded place isn't the place for me but my business partner needed me so here I am. While i was here my best friend asked me if I could keep an eye out on Ms. Rory, she was visiting a friend. I agreed with no objections, you were indeed a beautiful girl, but you always managed to find trouble.

I left you and Jill in your hotel room as i made my way out to my wait car to take me to the club, Lux, I remember when August approached me about starting this club, i thought he was barking mad but he was right this club made a fortune, but when it came time to sign the papers i could not sign my actual name, so a pen named worked just fine so at the club i was Alex Stone. We pulled up to the curve and my driver rounded the car and pulled the door open “Have a good evening Mr. Stone "I nodded and clapped him on the shoulder before walking into the club. I made my way to my table and waved at the bartender to send a girl my way. It was auction night, which I rarely missed, but with August off gods nowhere with Ethan Hunt’s daughter, I doubt that man will surface any time soon.. The crazy bastard he just had to have her from the moment he saw her, damn near got her killed trying to keep.... Anyway, here I am, as the girls come and go off the block, some aggressive bidding wars built nothing to get out of hand, but it was the flash of a certain young woman with waist long hair that caught my attention, holding my whiskey glass, I zoned in on her.

Begging her to turn around and prove to me that it wasn't you , but she never looked my way. I must be crazy, there is no way you’d put yourself up on the auction block like that. Sipping my whiskey till the glass was empty when the auctioneer called “For the last girl of the night we have the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe who is auction 1 hour of her time for a date” my grip instantly tightened on the glass, as i signaled the waitress i wanted another one, looking like an idiot as  I watch you take your place, front and center. standing under the lights, highlighting your long hair and petite stature, I find myself suddenly wanting to race up to that stage, pull you off and back into my office so I could spank your ass raw for pulling a stun like this, Jill and some guy cat called you from where they stood,  standing in the middle of the stage next to Jake, the auctioneer, in your tight little black dress, sky high black heels.. holding your hands clasped together in front of you, looking way out of your comfort zone. I almost feel bad for you, almost.

 After an awkward introduction and some goading from Theo at the bar, they start the bidding, and I have every intention of only being a spectator. A couple people I know end up getting it going. I find myself scrutinizing the people placing bids—low bids, if you ask me. One is a lawyer in his thirties, another, a younger guy I’ve spotted in the voyeur hall a lot, and then a new guy I’ve never seen here before. I shift in my seat. I trust August and the rest of his team to vet their members harshly, but there’s something about seeing a new face at the club that gives me pause. He looks like something the stock market spit out. Cocky expression. Cheap suit. Big attitude. And I can’t help myself. “Fifteen,” I call, your eyes landing in my direction, I'm still concealed in the shadows, for now. “Alexr Stone bids fifteen thousand,” the announcer exclaims. “Do we have a challenger? Can I get sixteen?” “Twenty,” the young guy returns. The other two stay silent.

My spine stiffens when I watch his eyes cascade over Rory. He’s sure as hell not looking at her face. And something about him just gives me a bad feeling. “Twenty-five,” I say with certainty. This time, the kid in the suit turns to glare at me, adjusting the tie around his neck, clearly uncomfortable. As our eyes meet, I watch the fight in his expression die. He’s not going to outbid me, and he knows it. So it’s all a matter of how much he’s willing to risk and how badly he wants to get this fear-stricken girl alone. But I promise, I’m ready to gamble more. Pressing my shoulders back, I wait for his next bid. “Do I hear twenty-six from the young gentleman up front?” He swallows, then turns toward the stage. Rory is starting to look a little green as she waits for the next move. Hesitantly, he raises a hand. “Twenty-six!” All eyes are on me as I nod to the announcer. “Thirty.” you bite your lip. My competitor laughs, looking cocky. “Forty thousand,” he calls out, trying to appear brave. “Fifty,” I say, without even blinking. The young guy comes back with another bid, and another, and another. I outbid each one until he nervously stammered, “Seventy-five.” “One hundred thousand dollars,” I proclaim, my fingers thrumming against the leather of the chair.

There are stirrings of surprise in the crowd. Your already pale skin takes on a new shade of porcelain, like the keys of a shiny new piano. “One hundred, going once…going twice…” Her eyes dance back and forth between me and the young guy. “One hundred thousand to Alex Stone!” Jake announces, and you look about ready to faint. I watch the young guy’s jaw click as he clenches it in frustration. The crowd cheers, staring in my direction  in fascination as you  make your way down from the stage. I signal one of the security guards, “Bring her to my office.” “Yes, Mr. Stone the right way. Polishing off my whiskey as security walks you back, I stand and button up my suit coat. I watch from the shadows as my security escorts you to the elevator, watching you as the doors close. This is wrong but I've denied my feelings for you, for far too long. Making my way over to the elevator, I received a text from the last person I wanted to deal with this evening.. August

“My how the mighty have fallen, your best friend's daughter?”

I looked around to make sure he wasn’t lurking, then i looked up into the camera, that fucker..

“Fuck off August, dont you have some poor girl to terrorize?”

His response was instant:

“Now now, dear cousin, she is curled up sleeping next to me, this pregnancy has not been easy on her” 

I let out a sharp “ha” under my breath, he really is a crazy bastard. Stealing his daughter wasn't enough, he had to go and breed her as well. Shaking my head as i climb into the elevator

 Sy: “ You’ve got some issues, cousin. You make Walter look like a SAINT”

Swiping my master key on the box the elevator began to move as i waited for a response:

August: “Now that would be an achievement, he is rather far out there”

*Walter has joined the chat*

“Oh shit here we go…. 3…2…1”

Walter: Really Sy?? ..took you long enough.. And August well.. I don't know where to begin with you”

August: “Oops did i make this group chat?!?!  *smirking emoji*

You rotten motherfucker August:

Sy: Sometimes i wonder if your mom doesn't regret swallowing you”

Walter: *crying laughing emoji” Damn aiming for the juggular today arent we cuz?”

August: At least he knows how to aim. Walter” 

The elevator opened up to my office. Closing out of the group chat to let them squabble, like they normally do. Masking my way to my office door and opening it slowly seeing you pace back and forth, like a lion in its cage. oh you poor sweet girl you have no idea what you've just done, now this is where the fun really begins.. Tonight baby girl you are going to learn just what kind of man you are dealing with.

#henrycavill smut #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson

[adiduck]

also has 78. Interrupted Kiss been prompted yet? Because. 78. Interrupted Kiss.

An anon also prompted this! Here you go, everyone! Hope you enjoy Simon and Ethan in the midst of crate training their brand new puppy!

Send me a kiss for SaintSpy May!

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78. Interrupted kiss (x2)

“Rawowowowowaaaaaaar,” Cat says from her sleep crate, very loudly and forlornly.

Ethan pulls his pillow out from behind his head and shoves it over his face. Maybe, he thinks, he can just smother himself, and then he will be free of their new puppy crying for what has felt like eight solid hours for the third straight night in a row.

“She just never stops,” his husband says from next to him, bow-string taut and plaintive at the same time.

“She will,” Ethan insists through is pillow. Cat hits a particularly impressive high note. He grits his teeth through it, and then continues. “She has to learn that this is where she sleeps.”

“What if we just let her on the bed,” his husband says.

“We agreed this is the safest arrangement.”

“Yeah, but she can sleep all fucking day, and I can’t,” his partner gripes.

Cat pauses for a blessed thirty seconds, and then makes a sound like she’s dying.

“I really can’t take it,” his husband says. “I feel like we’re torturing her.”

“We are not torturing her,” Ethan says, putting his pillow down. “If we let her out now, she learns that all she has to do to come out of the crate is cry. We are trying to discourage vocalizing to get what she wants.”

“Ooooooaaaaaaarw,” Cat interjects, and Ethan puts the pillow back over his head.

“She’ll go to sleep eventually,” Ethan says optimistically over the racket. “She fell asleep at about three thirty last night.”

“Great.” Ethan’s pillow is snatched. He opens his eyes to behold his exhausted partner, bags under his eyes, hair in disarray. It isn’t just fatigue, Ethan knows, though that’s part of it. Ethan has learned, over the last couple days, that Cat was with them to begin with because his husband had heard crying just like this—plaintive, exhausted, afraid—and followed his ears to a racing dog owner who emphatically did not deserve the beautiful animals he was mistreating. “What are we going to do about it now?”

Ethan sighs. In the crate, Cat’s crying starts to lower—a lull, not a secession of hostilities. They’d made that mistake more than once. Ethan takes the opportunity to reach up, run a finger over the bags like he could wipe them away. “We are not hurting her,” Ethan says. “She is a baby, sweetheart. Babies cry. We have to be firm about this—bedtime is crate time until she’s house trained.”

“I know,” his husband says, shoulders slumping. Ethan sighs, and leans up to press their lips together, once, and again, drawing it out. He feels his partner relax into it—into him—after a moment, curling towards Ethan and firming up the pressure, sighing as Ethan parts his lips—

“Arowowowowowooooooooooo,” Cat says, hitting a decibel that genuinely makes Ethan jump. His teeth collide with his husband’s mouth painfully, and his partner pulls back with a hiss.

“God damn it,” his husband snaps, reaching up to wipe at his now slit lip.

“Shit—shit, I’m sorry,” Ethan says, starting to sit up. He’s waved back down, his partner following to bury his face in Ethan’s neck with a groan.

“I give up,” he announces to Ethan’s collar bone. Ethan reaches up to pet his hand through is hair.

“She’ll fall asleep eventually,” he says again.

“I don’t care anymore.”

“Arrrrrrowowowow,” Cat adds, plaintively.

Ethan sighs, and puts the pillow back over his face. It was going to be a long night.

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#100 Kisses Challenge #saintspy may #saintspy #Ethan Hunt #Simon Templar #Ethan Hunt x Simon Templar #Catherine 'Cat' Hunt the greyhound puppy #adi is a writer

[avianii]

Mission Impossible 3 was Ethan Hunt's most wet cat era

#Rogue Nation is a close second #ethan hunt #mission: impossible #mission impossible 3

[imaslutforcuddles]

Vampire

(Moodboard made by me.)

August Walker x Reader

Vampire, By Olivia Rodrigo.

Summary: You two had been like peas in a pod, close and comfortable. You both knew each other or so you thought. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out. August knew this, and he pushed it as far away as he could. But you're smarter than that.

Words: 942

Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, mentions of sex, yelling, manipulation, angst, violence, minor character death, not a happy ending, August Walker is a walking red flag.

A/N: This goes along with mission impossible six, except reader works alongside August. Like most of my other fics, this one corresponds with a song. Banner below by cafekitsune.

"If you don't hear from us," Ethan looked over to August as he cocked his gun.

"I'll do it my way."

August had always been a brute and someone who wouldn't hesitate to get a job done.

After years of working alone, he was a complete change of direction; and you loved it.

The thrill alone of working with him was great, but the thrill he gave you almost every night in bed kept you warm inside.

He nodded to Ethan.

"Don't take your eyes off him."

August grunted as the others left, he had wanted you to stay safe and far away from him. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for you.

He shook his head returning to the reason he had gone on this mission in the first place.

After unplugging the camera watching Lane, he filled a syringe with adrenaline, before walking back to where Lane was held captive.

The door was opened and he almost shoved the syringe into Lane grunting as he gasped awake.

"Enough games, I'm taking you out of here."

It was like a mouse and cat. Ethan was chasing a piece of cheese that couldn't be found, unknowing of the cat running after him.

August huffed, un-doing his cuffs.

"Where's Hunt?"

Lane had almost looked scared when he spoke.

"He's gone to the meeting, with a copy of you."

August was huffing with rage at this point and Lane could feel it. He raised a hand and sucked in a breath.

"Calm down. Call the apostles. Warn them."

August's face contorted, almost in disgust; but mainly annoyance.

"I have no way of contacting them. For their safety and mine."

He glared at him.

"What I do have is an extraction team with satellite overwatch and prearranged rendezvous. They'll know as soon as we leave the building."

He turned to leave before Lane continued, "No, I'm staying here."

He shifted in his seat as August stopped.

"I haven't finished with Hunt yet."

August whipped his body around, full of annoyance and anger, before stomping back to him.

"Why'd you have to make this so fucking complicated?"

Lane's head turned, "I don't understand what you mean."

August looked absolutely done, he felt done too.

"The deal was simple. I help you frame Hunt, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time."

"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering."

He moved his face away, trying not to beat the shit out of him.

"The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."

August was losing his patience.

"When I wrote those words I wasn't referring to your peace or Hunt's suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it. All you seem to care about is that Hunt lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy."

Lane's face becomes widened and amused, and he nods slightly.

"That's revenge."

Lane leaned forward.

"Yes it is. And when I have what I want, the apostles with give you the plutonium."

Walker sighs and starts walking away, only before turning back around to spit out more words like their his last.

"Hunts the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because he didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloan was right, the IMF is like halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing,"

He pauses, something hadn't felt right earlier and things were starting to add up. He looks over to the computer they had made a copy of lanes face with.

Lane looks behind him and smiles, shifting in his seat.

"What?" He clears his throat uncomfortably.

August starts walking over to lane before aggressively ripping off his mask, revealing:

"Was it just the job?" You growl.

He was taken aback, expected anyone but you. He prayed it would be anyone but you.

You hadn't specified but he knew what you were asking.

The restraints holding you to the chair had been fake the whole time, just like his affection for you.

"You know, i had almost left this whole job when Hunt was sure you were John Larke. I couldn't believe you had faked our,"

You pause trying to find the words for the relationship you had made with him.

"He begged me to just sit here and act, that you may be exactly what he thought you were." You scoff before turning your head.

"And he was right."

August just stands there, annoyed and unresponsive. It makes you want to scream and kick him, but you stay patient.

"Was i just some stupid fuck you thought would help you when things turned out in the end?"

He finally opens his mouth, but the only thing that comes out is acid.

"I could never love you."

it strikes something in you. Maybe a fire, maybe something hotter than that, but it burns.

And you snap.

You reach behind him and grab his gun, it had happened all too fast. He couldn't contemplate what to say to you.

"Your fucking pathetic you know that? Going after your own teammate because you couldn't find a man to fuck you." He snorts trying to push you.

"That's rich coming from you asshole."

Your hands shake and he doesn't miss it. He counts on your failure, he thinks your weak.

"Oh you think i wouldn't kill you?" You laugh and his smirk turns bitter.

"Goodbye August, or whatever your name is."

Your words pierce his heart before the bullet does, but they don't reach his brain fast enough to make a move.

His words had rung in your head long after his body fell motionless.

But you had no choice, and he wasn't worth it.

#august walker #august walker x reader #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill characters #henry cavill #august walker imagines #henry cavill fanfic #vampire #henry cavill imagine #mission impossible: fallout

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC Writer's Pick - Top 3 of 2022

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@angelasscribbles

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