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A Weirdly Accurate Surprise ——————————— pairing: (platonic) mission: impossible x reader

summary: your birthday had been a very well-kept secret since forever, at least until a sneaky teammate uncovers the truth and plans for something much unexpected.

Waking up is the hardest part of the day, but today would be much easier, for today is my favorite day. With a sigh of relief, I turn in my bed. To my surprise, I begin tumbling down. The next thing I hear is a bump, the next thing I see is black, and the next thing I feel is pain. My nose is smushed into my face, yet I don’t care. This is an extremely rare situation for me, getting hurt and not giving a damn. You could ask the rest of my IM team, I promise you, they’d all say the same thing. Once, a guy named Lane shot me in my stomach, and I nearly bashed his face right into the side of a table. As you can pretty clearly tell, I don’t take pain lightly, but today I felt especially giddy, so I let it slide. But, no fits of depressing rage today! Anyways, I pull myself up, despite my legs now becoming wobbly and hurting. I hobble over to my neat, pristine desk in a rush. Benji often says, when he’s over at my house, I clean too much. Everything in my house is organized and reflective, like a bunch of water had been doused on top of every surface in the house. I don’t know if it’s a compliment, but usually right after he says that, he talks about how good my house smells, so I always assume it’s a compliment. I look at the calendar above my desk and run my finger past the days. My finger stops at a day with a red circle and a small birthday cake sticker on it. A bright, toothy grin grows on my face. A giggle escapes my mouth as I dance around in my pajamas. “Ooooh, oooh, ooo- OH-“ I trip on my pajama pants and smush my face on my fluffy rug once more. “Ugghhh, why meeeee? On my birthday tooooo…” I groaned with little peeps of laughter in between words. My body feels like tiny squiggles instead of limbs from my excitement. Birthdays make everyone happy, I hope. They make me happy, especially. My family always had celebrated my birthday. Skating rinks, movie theaters, hanging out with friends. It was all a beautiful hue of birthday memories. I still long for those days. I try to celebrate my birthdays, even if nobody gets to celebrate it with me. Again, I stand up. I’m just a tough cookie, I suppose. Well, today is my birthday! I tell nobody the date, nobody knows when it’s my birthday, so the rest of my team will just randomly surprise me every year. It’s sweet, but really incorrect all the time. I feel as though I have a right to privacy, I don’t have to tell the IMF every little detail. I get dressed in my best outfit, but not fancy, comfortable. Opening the closet, I take out my lovely pair of Kerokerokeroppi slippers and shut the closet door once again. I run out to my living room and flop out onto the couch. No mission today? Seems almost impossible. But it’s my week off, same with Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, and Luthor. The whole team’s got vacation! Snagging the remote with great finesse, my thumb hovered over the Netflix button when the doorbell rang. “Urrrggghhh… whyyyyy?” I dragged myself all the way to the front door, slouching and tired of society. Except, what I had expected to be a door-to-door salesman turned out to be something completely different.

My hand grazes the metal doorknob, my mouth letting out a sigh of disappointment “Seriously, why…? On my birthday, too…” Begrudgingly, I open the door. Right when the light hits my face, a flurry of confetti blows into my eyes. It’s now all a blur of stars and hearts and circles in a variety of colors. Party tweeters yelp like howling coyotes on a humid summer night, being the only sound I can hear. “Wha-“ “SURPRISE!” Four familiar voices blurt out. Through the flurry of shaped confetti, I can make out the sight of my very own IM team. Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, Luthor, all standing at my front door. Albeit hard to see, I can also tell Luthor is carrying a humongous red wagon filled to the brim with gifts, big and small. My head swivels left and right to shake the confetti out of my eyes. Up until that moment, I couldn’t see what was truly happening, but now I saw everything crystal clear. It’s staring at me right in the eyes, a reflection on a smooth lake. My team held armfuls of gifts, not including Luthor, with one hand carrying the loaded wagon and the other carrying even more gifts. “Right… Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” Benji bellowed, trying to explain to my bewildered expression. “But I never told anyone my birthday? How did you guys know?” My brows furrow, confused yet delightfully surprised. “Well, you remember that one time about a month ago when we all met up here for a nice movie night? You received a call from your parents that you had to take, so you stepped outside?” Ethan began revealing how they knew it was my special day. “Well, while you were out, I snuck into your room, lovely room by the way, and looked at the calendar. I scavenged for your birthday. It was something we all decided to do. We never get to throw you a proper birthday party,” Ilsa adds with a slight, proud grin on her face. Obviously, they had been planning this for a while now. Of course I was grateful, but also, she SNUCK INTO MY ROOM? And she didn’t see anything wrong with it? I’ll let it slide for now, I was in too giddy of a mood. Luthor declared, “Well, congrats. You’re old now, like us.” “I’m not that old, Luthor. And neither are you guys, really. I mean maybe a bit but… what?” A shared groan with a smug yet annoyed face began to mask the feelings of everyone. “Alright, alright, come in. Your arms must be exhausted. What’s with all them gifts anyway?” I inquire. It’s extremely odd to see a bunch of top-grade spies with mountains of colorfully-wrapped, bows-on-top gifts. I felt like a spoiled rich kid. “Well, we felt like we owed you one after the false birthdays and crappy five dollar gift cards,” Benji smiles. “Well, eh, I’ll order some pizza. Relax, make yourself at home.” I pull out my phone, opening the Domino’s app.

Once the pizza arrives, we open the box and pleasantly groaned at the lovely pizza smell. “How much was it?” “For a large? Oh it was like, ten bucks. Pretty cheap. Oh! And I got garlic knots.” I pull out five boxes of Domino’s garlic knots, and everyone cheers. “YEAHHH!” Ethan whoops out. His strong voice echoes throughout the kitchen. “Damn. The man likes garlic knots.” I say with a laugh. Right after, Ethan inhales three pizzas and a solid box of garlic knots. Everyone looks at him in surprise. I guess he really does like garlic knots? Wow. Everyone else eats the normal amount of food, leaving four pieces left. Benji pleads to me, “Now open the gifts. Oh, but, open mine first! Please?” Sheepishly, I accept, pulling out the big wagon of gifts. I politely request for Luthor to grab the other gifts. Upon laying the gifts onto the other fuzzy rug I have, Ilsa helps me sort out the gifts by person in alphabetical order. “Oh, and this is mine. You’ll like this one. Better than the other gifts the boys gave you,” Ilsa said with a knowing, prideful smirk. Nearly everyone shot her a dirty look for dissing their presents. “So, Benji, Ethan, Ilsa, and then Luthor, yeah?” Everyone nods. “Okay, Benji first, then.” I pick up a gorgeously wrapped and attractive gift. The gamboge prism in my hands weighed lots. I look at Benji with a slightly curious face, then turn back to the gift. Taking off the bow with what almost seems to be caution to those who are deceived easily, but the team know better. They know I’m so tempted to rip the package to very shreds. Due to my ��politeness,” I try not to. The sound of soft ripping fills the crisp, joy-filled air. Finally getting my glimpse of the gift, I see a box with a picture of a Nintendo Switch on it. My mouth opens up wide as I squeal. “BENJII!” A squeaky, blaring voice crawled out of my throat, a spider creeping out of a corner. The very presence of my shrill speech causes everyone to begin a racking laughter, stronger than a lion’s roar. As more gifts open, more wrapping paper was littered on the floor, more laughter faded into the sky, synchronizing with the sunset.

A few hours later, after dumb conversations, multiple noise complaints filed, yelping laughter, and crumpled up gift wrappers layered on the floor, we decided it was time for the cake. Luthor carefully placed each resplendent candle onto my cake. I watched as he took a lighter and light the candles. A smoking, waxy aroma begins to form. I get up, my fluffy socks padding softly against the floor. My feet run along the tile. Approaching my table, the smell of cooked candles gets much stronger and fills my nostrils. Once I’m sitting on a chair, everyone’s eyes and attention are on me. It feels oddly uncomfortable to have everyone to be looking at me. My heartbeat speeds up slightly; and now, comes the very dreadful “Happy Birthday” song. I’m not saying anything about their singing, but I will say I have no idea who to look at. My cheeks raised, my lips curved into a huge smile, eyes squinted. In this moment, I realize that I no longer yearn for the days that once were, because I no longer needed to. Although it is sad that the days of my happy adolescence are over, there will always be happy days, no matter my age or stage of life. Just because my parents taking me out to ice skate or go to Disneyland will probably never happen anymore, doesn’t mean it can’t with different people. Memories can be sad because they will never happen again, but that’s what makes them beautiful, right? To think, before this event had even happened, my life went

down

due to the thought of ghastly, beautiful memories that pained me every time their now forbidden scenery flashed into my head? The thought was foreign. I knew that for the current moment and then on, happy memories could be remade with my coworkers. My team. My friends. They will take care of me. I know it.

author’s note: @local-emo-4, thank you for your request! hope you enjoyed.

#mission impossible #fanfic #mission impossible fanfic #benji dunn #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #tom cruise #mission impossible x reader

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