Mission Impossible One Shot

It was inevitable that you'd get close with someone who you worked with practically all the time.

You couldn't spend basically all your time with someone and not even get to know them or at least become friends with them.

When you'd first started at the IMF William had been the first person you'd met – he had been super welcoming and made sure to help you as much as he could.

Since then the two of you had gotten pretty close and you would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some sort of crush on him.

He was just so sweet and kind and. Incredibly attractive so how could you not.

And then the two of you had gotten dragged out on the field together when Ethan decided to do something utterly batshit.

Somehow you and William had ended up sharing a room, not that you were complaining, and yet every night William had taken the sofa in the room rather than sharing the bed with you.

You knew he was trying to be a gentleman, and that warmed your heart, but some part of you just wanted the man to share the damn bed.

And so that evening you had made a point to pile basically all of your belongings on the sofa and made sure with Ethan that William would be absolutely shattered after the day.

And by Ethan helping that meant that Ethan had bugged William all day with errands and random ass questions that probably had nothing to do with the mission, but Ethan was always happy to irritate William.

"I am going to murder Ethan," William announced as he walked through the door to your room.

You laughed from your spot on the bed. "Why?"

William stopped short as he realised what you had done to the sofa.

He groaned and slowly moved towards the sofa. "What are you doing?"

"I need to move this stuff," he stated as he motioned to your handiwork.

You shook your head. "Don't be silly, you're clearly exhausted just share with me tonight."

The look on his face was not an impressed one.

"Oh, come on Will," you flipped back the covers as you spoke. "Where's the harm in sharing a bed?"

He stood still for about five minutes, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find something to say in protests against sharing a bed with you.

It's not that he didn't want to, he knew that he definitely did want to share a bed with you, but he was essentially terrified of overstepping his boundaries.

Eventually he sighed and disappeared into the bathroom to get changed whilst you celebrated internally the fact that your plan had worked.

But then the realisation hit you – the guy, the one guy that you had had a crush on for god knows how long now was actually sharing a bed with you.

Oh god.

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Written by Hannah.