#ethan hunt reader insert

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- Mission Impossible

- BBC Sherlock

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- Bucky Barnes

- Yelena Belova

- Ethan Hunt

- Sherlock (BBC)

-Minho (TMR series)

-Newt (TMR series)

-Thomas (TMR series)

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-PART ONE-

Warnings: Violence.

Summary: After you had been kidnapped by August Walker during the events in London, Ethan vowed to stop at nothing to find you and bring you back to him. When Ethan and his team eventually track Walker to a medical camp in Kashmir, India, not only does August plan to detonate two nuclear bombs, but he plans to use you against Ethan to get exactly what he wants.

You where here somewhere, you had to be.

Entering the medical camp in Kashmir, India, Ethan and his team immediately began to search for the two nuclear bombs and you. “Benji, do you have any idea where she could be?” Ethan asked frantically through the coms, his eyes scanning every person and every form that he passed in the hop of catching a glimpse of (hair/colour) hair. “Not yet...” Benji replied “...we’re a little preoccupied with trying to find the bombs” he finished before the coms suddenly went silent.

A/N: This seemed like the perfect request to write tonight – I’m also tired as all hell and yawned about ten times while writing this. Get your eight hours a night, folks. Hope you enjoy this. Ethan is a total softie.

Ethan isn’t oblivious to your constant yawning. It’s been a long day, you’ve both taken a bit of a beating, and he’s exhausted too, but he’s not afraid to admit it. You, on the other hand, have denied it every time he asks if you’re tired.

He watches you as you yawn again in the seat beside him. Luther and Benji are in the front of the car, Luther doing the driving and Benji tapping his foot to the quiet music echoing throughout the car. It’s raining outside, and the only thing Ethan can see in the distance is the lights of the cars up ahead and the dark road around you.

It’s a few more hours until the four of you are back at HQ for a post-mission debrief and Ethan knows just by looking at you that you aren’t going to be awake much longer.

Chuckling, Ethan reaches over and taps on your shoulder. You hum and glance at him.

“You’re falling asleep in your seat,” Ethan shares. “Don’t tell me you’re not tired.”

You frown and lean your head back against the headrest. It had been a long mission, longer than usual, and you were rightfully exhausted. After fighting for most of the day today and running from multiple people with guns, you were both physically and mentally spent.

“Fine,” you admit, looking over at him. “I’m tired. Happy?”

Ethan smiles and undoes his seatbelt for only a second, long enough for him to shuffle into the middle seat of the car and do the new one up. He taps his shoulder. “Come on, get a rest. It might not be as good as a pillow in your own bed, but it’ll do for now.”

You shake your head and look back out the window. “I’ll be fine. It’s only three hours until we’re back at HQ. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to keep my eyes open until then,” you assure him. As you speak, you’re fighting a yawn, and Ethan can tell.

He grins and continues to look at you, amused at your blatant denial of sleep. He can see it in your eyes – you’re minutes away from giving in to sleep. “Hey,” Ethan calls, forcing you to look at him again. You raise an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen you sleep properly since we started the mission three days ago. You’re exhausted. So rest, please. For my sake. You’re making me worry.”

Frowning, you glance to the front of the car where Luther and Benji are sitting. They’re making quiet conversation together, now, both completely awake, whereas you’re finding it harder and harder to deny yourself sleep, especially now that everything is over and done with.

It hadn’t been your plan, to not sleep as much on the mission, but this was an important one, and sleep just hadn’t come. Over the past few days, you’d gotten enough sleep to keep you going during the day and keep your guard up when you needed to, but not enough to keep you awake for the drive home. You sigh.

Ethan can’t help but smile as you lay your head down on his shoulder and close your eyes. The sound of the rain on the roof of the car is as good as a lullaby as he reaches down to take one of your hands in his. You give it a squeeze and he chuckles softly.

“I’ll wake you when we get back,” he assures you.

“You better,” you smile. “I don’t want to be left in the car.”

A/N: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – FALLOUT! Since this situation actually happens in Fallout, just to another character, I figured I’d just warn anyway incase you haven’t seen it yet!

“We’ll make you a deal, Hunt. Give us the plutonium and we’ll give you your friend.”

Ethan’s body tenses at the sound of the mans voice. Slowly, he peeks around the corner, not sure if he’s ready to see what he knows he’s going to – you, held at gunpoint by a member of The Apostles. He takes a shaky breath.

It had taken a while for you to convince the team that you wanted to be in the van for this mission. You’d been in the field for most of the other missions, but for once, being in the van was something you wanted to experience. The fact that those in the field were in a creepy, dark tunnel in the middle of the night had nearly nothing to do with it.

But as Ethan looks at you, he suddenly wishes he’d denied your request.

“Don’t do it, Ethan! It’s not worth it,” you yell.

Ethan can hear the panic and worry in your voice, and it cracks his heart a little. If only he’d been more careful. If only he’d been able to get all of you out of this with ease. He sighs and steps back behind the wall. His eyes go from the plutonium on the ground to the car, and then to his exit. He could go. He could leave with the plutonium right now… but then he’d have the loss of all of his team members on his mind. He’d have to live with losing you.

It’s not even an option.

“I’m gonna count to three,” the man says. You squeeze your eyes shut as he starts. You’re going to die. There’s no way out of this one. “One… two…”

Ethan takes a breath. “I’m sorry.”

And then, he spins around the corner, and shoots. The bullets hit you right in the chest, and you fall to the ground instantly as Ethan and Benji keep firing, aiming to take down all the other Apostles around you. The man who was holding you has disappeared.

You don’t even notice Ethan running towards you until he falls on the ground beside you and checks to make sure both bullets hit your vest where he’d aimed, and that he hadn’t accidentally killed you.

“Oh, thank God,” Ethan mutters, seeing the bullets in the vest. He brushes some of your hair out of your face and lets out a shaky breath.  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

You wince and try to sit up. The bullets haven’t actually injured you, but the force of them hitting the vest knocked the wind out of you and you know you’re going to be sore in the morning because of it. “It’s okay. You had no other options,” you mutter.

Ethan nods and helps you stand up. He looks at you, worried, as you cough and take a breath. He hates seeing you in pain or uncomfortable in any way, but he knows you understand that this was the only option. He’d rather you be a bit sore than be bleeding to death. “You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, just in a hell of a lot of pain, but I’m fine.”

He chuckles softly, a small smile making its way onto his face, and steps forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. For a second there, he thought he could actually lose you. When he pulls away, you smile up at him and shake your head.

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“You need to stop being so attractive,” you shake your head. “I should be pissed off at you right now. You could have killed me, left me for dead… but you didn’t. I just– damn it, Ethan Hunt.”

One of the very first things you’d been taught in training was to always be sure. Don’t just think you weren’t followed, know that you weren’t. But, in the stress of the situation, you’d forgotten that simple thing, and it was exactly how you’d landed here: tied up in a factory, somewhere in Berlin, with a rather nasty cut on your forehead and a headache to match. 

You’re just thinking that it can’t get any worse when two men haul another person into the room. It takes you a second to realise who it is, but as soon as you recognise him, your heart is in your throat. They have Ethan too. You’re speaking before you know it.

“Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything!”

Ethan looks across the room, eyes settling on you. You don’t miss the flash of panic in them as he realises that they have you, too. Your comms had cut out after the explosion, and you’d been trying to get back to the safe house when they grabbed you.

The men ignore you as they drag Ethan to a chair near yours and tie him up, just like they’d tied you up. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as they force him into the chair, even as he fights against them. It’s almost as if he’s telling you that everything will be fine with just a look, and you know you can believe him. You will get out of this alive. Both of you.

When the men are satisfied with their job, they step back and turn their backs to you, muttering between themselves. You look away from them and back to Ethan, finding his eyes already on you. He gives you a weak, yet reassuring, smile. 

“Ethan…” you mutter, voice barely a whisper. Your head hurts, and all you want is to get the hell out of here with Ethan and back to the safe house where you can sleep for an eternity. 

“It’s okay,” he assures you, keeping his voice just as quiet. He can see that you’re starting to panic a little. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe. You hear me? Just breathe.”

One of the men spins around. “No talking or we’ll make sure one of you can’t.”

Ethan replies to him with a hard glare, yet, he obeys. He’s acting on a hunch – the hunch that maybe if the two of you don’t talk and actually listen to their requests, they’ll leave the room and he can get the two of you out of here.

You keep to yourself in your chair after that, just watching the two men and trying to ignore the headache pulsing through your head. It’s getting worse, and you’re starting to think it might be a little worse than just a simple headache.

You’re both looking at the men as they wander to the end of the room and open the door. Ethan’s about ready to get the hell out of here. It’s past dark outside, and by dragging him around the factory, they’d unwittingly given him time to find a route out. When one of them disappears out of the room, he tenses in his chair. The other man looks back at them with narrowed eyes before following his mate out of the room and closing the door behind him. Ethan hears the unmistakable sound of a lock a second after.

He waits for only a second before standing up in the chair. It’s hard, because his ankles are tied to the legs of the chair, but he’s been here before and he knows exactly what to do. He sidles up to the wall to his right and slams the chair into it, hard, breaking the chair and freeing him. He pulls the ropes from his limbs and hurries over to you, pulling a small knife out of his shoe and moving to untie the ropes around you.

“So, I’m guessing you have a plan?” You mutter as the ropes around your ankles fall. 

Ethan nods. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

He meets your eyes. “We’ll be okay, like I said. Just trust me.” 

The ropes around your hands fall loose and you stand up, though you stumble a second later, the full impact of the headache hitting you. Ethan’s arm is around you in a second, worry clear in his eyes as he meets yours.

“Bastards had to hit you in the damn head, didn’t they?” He hisses, shaking his head. “Will you be okay to run if I need you to?”

You hum in reply, not risking a nod. “If you need me to… are you sure this’ll work?”

“Ugh, I feel like I could sleep for years,” you mutter, walking out of the bathroom and pulling your hair up out of your face. It’s late, but you don’t know how late, exactly. You were almost too tired to even bother changing out of your dress, let alone check the time.

Ethan chuckles at you from his spot on the end of the bed as he tugs off his jacket and chucks it over the back of the desk chair. “I’m afraid eight hours will have to do,” he jokes, undoing his tie and throwing it towards his jacket. He stands up from the bed and kicks off his shoes.

Sighing, you rub your eyes and move towards the bed, pulling back the covers and sitting down underneath them. As you stifle a yawn, Ethan laughs softly and crosses the room towards his suitcase to grab his pyjamas.

“You know,” he mutters, grabbing a shirt. “You’d look better in my shirt.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What makes you think that?”

Ethan smirks and chucks a shirt at you, which you catch with ease. “Intuition.”

Shaking your head, a smile on your lips, you swap your shirt for his and snuggle down further into bed, letting the warmth of the sheets envelope you. God, you could stay here forever. Ethan being next to you in a moments time was only a bonus.

He changes silently into his own pyjamas and joins you in bed.

“I thought you were gonna stay at the party for a bit longer with Brandt and Benji, you know,” you admit, turning to face him. “You looked like you were having a good time with them.”

Ethan nods. “I was. It was a good night,” he agrees. “But who am I to turn down falling asleep with you in my arms? I want you, and only you. Parties like tonight can wait. This? It can’t."

He shuffles closer to you and wraps his arms around you before pressing his lips to yours softly. You smile into the kiss, happy to be back at the hotel with him. You, too, had enjoyed your evening out, but there was nothing better than being here with Ethan.

“Your lips are so kissable,” you mutter after pulling away.

Ethan breaks out into a grin and pecks your lips again. “You, my darling, are in desperate need of sleep if you’re saying cheesy things like that,” he replies, voice amused.