#Poor Spy and Sniper.

[cheemscakecat]

Um.. No?

So someone wrote a Dadspy fic where Scout knew the entire time and he’s indifferent to the reveal. There were big two things that didn’t feel right to me though.

Scout passive aggressively ignoring and avoiding Sniper after he died in the hallway in comic #6.

For those that don’t want to read this other post of mine, I went over what happened to Sniper in the comics and how that mighta affected Spy wanting to disguise as Tom Jones.

Now Scout wouldn’t think about the fact that Spy saw what happened, but he would eventually be pulled aside by Demoman or somebody and told about Sniper’s situation. Especially if he and Spy had a falling out.

So I can’t imagine him ghosting the poor guy to break off their friendship.

2. This:

“He keeps acting like he always did with Spy. The sick satisfaction he gets every time Spy follows him cloaked and takes a bullet for him in battle, tries to give him little gifts or start conversations only to get rejected with that poker face sliding over his features was thrilling.

But it got boring pretty quickly. Unfortunately, Spy didn’t leave him alone even after he yelled at him to go be useful for once and ****ing creep around the other Scout if he wanted to play follow-the-leader so bad.”

What do you mean you enjoy reaping the benefits of your father taking bullets for you, then rejecting his attempts to do right by you?!

It’s one thing if Scout doesn’t know the extent of how much Spy tries to help him, like protecting him from Joey Murders when his arms were broken in prison. I can see him forgetting the better deeds of his father in the timelines where he didn’t know the truth.

It’s totally different if he knew the whole time, saw Spy putting his life on the line for him over and over, and knew that Spy wasn’t using those deeds to try to force father-son reconciliation.

Like, he did not do all of that expecting Scout to just forget being left behind and let bygones be bygones; he did it because he loves his son. He doesn’t bring any of that up when finally revealing the truth to his son, and he’s left in speechless horror and remorse when he finds out how long Scout knew. So it’s really evil and nasty to take pleasure in hurting him like Jeremy’s been doing.

“Sniper shifts uncomfortably and looks off to the side, most likely to a cloaked Spy. ‘Nah, mate. Just about the… father… thing.’

Scout drops his stuff in his locker. ‘Huh? What about it?’ Of course he knows. Scout isn’t dumb. He sees the way Spy looks more and more disheveled each day, eating less and less, staring at Scout more and more.

Scout thinks it because he is at that age that he would start nagging his family to visit more if he had a normal life. If he had stayed. But he didn’t, so he doesn’t have one to nag. Not outside the base and certainly not inside it. Maybe it finally dawned on him that his only child knows him at a coworker level and wants to keep it that way. That the night he spent with his Ma practically doesn’t mean anything to anyone, not even Scout’s Ma, but him.”

Scout, how do you know that your parents weren’t in a relationship for a few years? You figured out Spy was your dad when you somehow recognized him at 16 in a random diner, so Ma had to have kept a picture or something like that. Ask yourself, would she do that for a random guy that she knew for one night? And would she keep that if he meant nothing to her?

… And he’s really gonna just sit there and watch Spy go into a depression or worse with no remorse. Refusing to go talk to him knowing he’s standing next to Sniper, knowing he’s losing weight in a dangerous way.

That’s not indifference, that’s called hate.

Me personally, I think Scout’s the type to say something really harsh and hateful, but not actually mean it; and that he’d feel remorse for it later. Not prey on Spy’s downfall like he did in this fic. Respectfully.

[cartoonguy08]

Tis the Season for the mercs to be beaten up

I’ve wanted to do this image for so long, I’m very happy I did it finally x]🤙

Original photo under cut

[makkariia]

I'm (not) sorry-🥖🍺🦘

[another-delta-lover]

What about…. What about oiled up Engie??? Scout? Spy? Sniper? All of them? A series is needed cool artists person(?) 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

Btw i'm valve and I just made the Oil Update canon.

[sleeplessflow]

team together for the new smissmas update

[lemonguys1200]

We see medic’s butt

EHEHEHhEhEheHe >:D

awwww He get new toy Lol

I think that doll will make him happy all day

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meanwhile

[mail-me-a-snail]

I am so enchanted by the RED sniper/BLU spy dynamic you've got going on i have to say.... BLU spy comes across as very professional and pretty emotionally distant so to have him snap like that and attack sniper so viciously because of how much spy empathizes with BLU sniper... sooooo good. AND how weird RED sniper feels about it too. the snake bit you and you're sitting there fantasizing about it huh. I know what you are. did either team ever find out about that/notice RED sniper's new scar...........

kicks my legs and giggles. red sniper was all out of sorts after that happened because, given the nature of his role on the team, he'd never really interacted one on one with a clone from blu team and he'd never gone out of his way to do so, either. so to be hunted so intentionally by a person who bears the face of his friend...it fucked him up a little, honestly.

and red team did see the scar, hard to miss really, but they also picked up on the fact that something Happened to sniper and it changed a lot of things for him, especially re: his perception of the clones as their own people.

[ficswithtacotuesday]

Just because you talk about different things to your secret boyfriend doesn't make you special, Spy. No one wanted you to eavesdrop anyway

[aupermittymeowmeow]

yall cannot tell me you did not think that one scene was Christain Brutal Sniper in Emesis Blue

[john-pancreas]

I think John pancreas’s favorite sniperspy relationship dynamic that actually includes the blue spy (I’m sorry but red sniperspy will always have my heart)

is the awkward love line

where the red sniper and spy are just in a nice happy relationship (I personally think red spy just adores sniper and sniper is just surprised with all the attention from such a gentleman!! Eheheh just very cute and fluffy lol)

and then there’s blue spy

and things get unhealthy and obsessive

where the red spy goes slow with sniper (both are nervous but spy would never admit that)

the blue spy is aggressive forceful

and obsession rather than love doesn’t actually care about sniper or his wants

just control over him

REALLY unhealthy love

I dunno I just think that’s an interesting dynamic eh heh heh

just John pancreas thoughts

[ilovescp]

why are people saying that it was my baby Pyro? He did nothing 😔

Every single mercenary (Team Fortress 2) is now on fire! ...You wanna know who was the culprit?

[another-delta-lover]

medic dying in a gluetrap? we need the whole support team /j

ASJDGAJSDJSDJAS STOP

[awkward-writes-shit]

Mercenaries x Reader on Laughing Gas who calls them handsome

In this order; Heavy, Medic, Spy, Sniper, Scout, Demoman, Engineer, Soldier, Pyro

Heavy

“You’re handsome…”

The man was too stunned to speak. Medic told him you were going to be real honest when under laughing gas, but he wants expecting THIS.

He finds you adorable like this. You’re absolutely smaller than him (Unless you’re a tall queen/ruler/king, in which we stan * finger snaps *) and carries you around until you’re able to think straight again.

10/10.

Medic

He puts you under just for fun because he finds you cute like this, so he’s gotten used to your loopy speech

“You’re handsome…” “Danke Taube.”

Still makes him giddy every time you compliment him though. Watches you stumble around the room like a toddler.

7/10

Spy

”You’re handsome…”

He knows. He appreciates it, but he knows.

“Merci. You’re a mess…”

Finds your loopy behaviour cute and slightly entertaining. Wouldn’t actively go out of his way to help you, but will keep an eye on you so you don’t end up killing yourself.

6/10

Sniper

“You’re handsome…”

He’s flustered immediately, does the awkward pulling hat down to cover the blush move.

“Thanks Sheila…”

Probably gonna get baby locked in his van due to him not wanting you to get hurt, but also having no idea how to care for you.

8/10

Scout

“You’re handsome…”

Stop inflating his ego, you’ve doomed the others for the next hour.

“YA’ HEAR THAT BUSH MAN?! MA GIRL THINKS I’M HANDSOME”

Bro probably puts you on one of those weird monkey leashes that you put bad kids on (Couldn’t be me…) and just watches you with so much entertainment.

8/10

Demoman

“You’re handsome…”

Dude’s drunk 24/7 so you’re basically the same person at this point.

“No, YER handsome… Beautiful… Pretty… Yeah…”

He’s constantly taking care of his mom, so you’re in good hands. No sharp objects, no fire, no Pyro, absolutely no Pyro, you’re safe.

10/10

Engineer

“You’re handsome…”

So much blush on that poor Texas man’s face.

“Aw… Thanks sweet pea… How ya’ feelin’?”

We stan a man who’s concerned about you. Keeps you in his workshop while he works. More than willing to explain to you what he’s doing like you’re 5.

10/10

Soldier

“You’re handsome…”

He’s a really loud person so everyone is going to know that you called him handsome.

“OF COURSE I’M HANDSOME! I AM THE GREATEST AMERICAN ON EARTH!”

Dude would have no idea what to do with you. Heavy just ends up taking care of you.

2/10

Pyro

“You’re handsome…”

‘Happy Pyro noises’

Definitely not the best at taking care of people, but in you’re loopy state, he’s amazing.

Y’all are absolutely gonna do stuff like colouring, playing with his unicorns, and absolutely cuddling.

[sparkly-sediment]

Speeding bullet headcanons

In light of comic 7

The gaggle of children frolicking about? Target practice

Nerf wars in this home go HARD. The destruction of peace at the hands of a foam bullet

Scout wants to be as good a parent as his Ma. So, whenever something happens, he responds whoever he thinks his Ma would

Sniper points out that while he loves Scout’s Ma, maybe the kids shouldn’t practice gang fights. Just a thought

They both love the children very deeply. Once Scout is living life as a single father and reconnects with Sniper, Sniper just kinda moves in and starts doing the kids hair in the morning

Adopt-a-dad

Small children love chaos and starting fires and climbing trees and these guys are not able to resist the temptation

Sniper channels his dad to discipline the kids (which causes him to look inwards at how his dad fucked him up) and Scout is surprisingly a natural at gentle parenting

This rambunctious, poor-decision making young man transform into a wonderful and present father. Kids have a school play? He’s there front row screaming. Kid misbehaving? He’s explaining their behavior and how to better respond next time

Scout takes all of them out individually to play ball and it heals something deep within him

Totally wrapped around each individual tiny finger tho LMAO Scout WILL buy it for them and Sniper WILL take them there

They go on family nature outings ❤️ Sniper teaches the kids survival skills and Scout carries them when they get tired from walking

Scout works out using the kids as weights

They build family forts and tree houses!!

AKA Sniper builds them and Scout sword fights the kids with branches

It’s a very sweet domestic bliss. Scout and Sniper both deal with PTSD from the gravel war and rely on each other to get through it

When Spy visits they give the children sugar first 😈

When the mercs visit the kids have a sit down talk after about why we can’t act like that

Sniper and Scout fighting with 23039483727171 children about why they can’t have a baboon even yes uncle Medic has one

Privately they question if Medic is related to the monkey

[lunatic-pudge]

Mercs Being Jealous

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(Requested by menenthusiast900069)

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Aight, so let's make a quick list of most to least jealous, just so you get an idea of my very bias beliefs, I am semi willing to debate this.

1.) Sniper

2.) Demo

3.) Scout

4.) Medic

5.) Pyro

6.) Soldier

7.) Engie

8.) Spy

9.) Heavy

Now, onto the headcanons!

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Scout:

-Such a jealous baby, he can't help it

-A lot of it comes from his insecurities and also being the youngest of eight. He's used to being "the runt" of the group, even with the mercs. So he feels like he has to compete with them for your affection, even if you two are dating

-Like, someone could stand just a little too close to you and he's already starting the side eyes

-Scout, chill, for real for real

-He will attach himself to you once the jealousy kicks in. Arms wrapped around you, nuzzling up against you, it's that inner dog in him

-He will get mouthy with whoever is causing the jealousy. Talks a lot of smack for someone who is built like a damn twig. So it goes from him loving on you, to you having to prevent a fight from happening. Yes, depending on who it is, he can win the fight, he's a mercenary afterall. But when it comes to guys who have a big build like Heavy, then you'll really need to stop him

Soldier:

-Isn't really the jealous type, surprisingly. I think it comes from an oblivious stand point. Like, you need to point it out that someone's flirting with you for him to get even an increment of jealousy

-He really feels like he has nothing to worry about (which he's right). He's more than confident that you're loyal to him cause he is with you

-I feel like when you do say someone is flirting with you, he isn't gonna be violent, moreso he will make a big name and shame thing out of it (he basically did that to Miss Pauling in the comics)

-Like, "Who do you think you are flirting with MY GIRL, maggot! You are a disgrace to this country! Now drop and give me 100!"

-But that don't mean he isn't ready to throw hands. Cause he will. Homie's down to break a few necks. But if you don't want him doing that then you're gonna have to remove him from the situation

Pyro:

-I feel like they're kinda like Solider is the more oblivious aspect, but not as much. Like, they can tell when someone's flirting with you, but whether they truly care or not is up for debate

-I don't really see Pyro as a violent type when jealous. Why waste their energy on someone so insignificant to them?

-If anything, Pyro will just resort to loving all over you, more than usual. All the while giving the offending person a death stare

-It's a very effective form of intimidation

-Cause think about it, are you gonna want to fight a person wearing a flame proof suit, that isn't speaking, and is just giving you the thousand yard stare? No, you wouldn't

Demoman:

-Poor baby can be quite insecure. I feel so bad for him

-Constantly worries about not being good enough. He's so used to being beat down by the people around him that he doesn't have good self-esteem

-He will stand nearby you, waiting for you to notice him, looking like a sad and lost puppy

-Once you finally notice him, you'll have to pry him open to find out what's wrong. He doesn't like burdening you with his problems so he tends to sit and stew about everything til he bursts

-He will need to to reassure him that you aren't going anywhere and that you love him. He needs a lot of verbal reassuring cause he's a worrying lad

Heavy:

-Heavy? Jealous? Where?

-While Scout, Demo, and Sniper might be the top three most jealous, Heavy, Engie, and Spy are the least jealous

-Heavy is this big, strong bear, why would you ever wanna settle for less? Like, frfr, you'd have to have an IQ less than an orange to stoop to such lengths

-But let's play along and say that he did get jealous. One of those very rare times it happens. He knows he doesn't have to do much to make the offender leave, all he has to do is stand there

-And stare.

-And stare..

-And stare...

-He's got that resting angry face so he just has to stand behind you and exist to make people leave you alone. It's kinda funny to think about it. He'll gently take your hand and leave after that

-Why be around people when you two can be locked away in a quite room with a good book?

Engineer:

-Again, not a jealous person. But he does have his moments sometimes

-He's a confident boy and knows you wouldn't do anything. Plus have you seen him? He's an intelligent man, got such a nice voice and accent, and can build a machine to keep you safe

-When he jealous, he's passive aggressive. He doesn't like to be hostile, especially so up front, so he'll do little things to help get his point across

(Would give examples but I'm not passive agressive, I'm just aggressive, oops)

-He'd come up to you, slide an arm around you, give you a kiss on the cheek, and say how he was looking for ya while side eyeing the offender

-THAT MAN COULD USE HIS VOICE TO SEDUCE YOU ALL OVER AGAIN, FIGHT ME

-Weirdly enough, I can see him as someone who will look into the offender, find all the person's info and hand it over to Medic, basically saying "Here's someone you can harvest organs from. Have fun, Pookie."

-Then Medic and Engie proceed to make out and get married. The end

Medic:

-Medic's an interesting fellow. I feel like he's like Pyro where it all depends on his mood. Somdays, he doesn't give a shit, and other days, HE'S FUMING

-He will NOT tolerate the disrespect  >:(

-Cue sassy Medic. This man will verbally murder a bitch and I'm here for it

-Will get "handsy" with you (he'll just throw himself on top of you, maybe even make you hold him bridal style if you're strong enough)

-Will be loving all over you while verbally berating the offender. Everything is getting called out. EVERYTHING. He wants to ensure his point is made

-Buuuut, this can also be a chance to score some fresh, new organs. He's always in the market for that stuff so he can easily kidnap the offender and harvest the goods. And no, you can't talk him out of it. Once his mind is made up, nothing can stop him

Sniper:

-Oh my poor baby boy. Where do I even begin with you?

-Sniper can't help but get so jealous so easily. He's never been one to have relationships with people so when he is in one, he gets so insecure at times

-Worries he's not good enough at times. He know he's a "quirky" individual, so he worries you'll want to be with someone who's more "normal"

-Will stand nearby, giving the offender dirty looks. They can feel the daggers that Sniper is giving them, it's enough to make them leave

-Afterwards, he'll pull you away from everyone and be all over you

-While Demo needs verbal reassurance, Sniper needs physical reassurance. So please love on him and tell him it's gonna be okay and that you love him and only him

-But I can also see him needing to prove that he's better than any guy through "fun" means (Medic would too but I forgot to add it. They both horny jealous people)

Spy:

-Again, not a jealous person, and rightfully so

-We all know how suave this man is. He can pull anyone and everyone without even trying

-But I'm sure even Spy has his own moments when he feels a slight bit of jealousy

- He'd be so pissy with the offender. Like, fuck you, pal. That's MY partner

-Welp, time to go over there and seduce you all over again, which isn't hard for him to do. He's got that magic in him, ya know? He;s a man who knows what words to say and what moves to make. He'd make the offender jealous that they couldn't be with Spy

[baocean]

the manchester’s

spy!rafe cameron x spy!reader

your partner rafe cameron and you were on a mission for one reason, and one reason only. to take out the target. on this mission, your aliases were husband and wife, playing house for the whole night. who knew that could bring out so many truths?

warnings - violence, smoking, drinking, smut, swearing, murder ermmm

the apartment you’d been staked out in was muggy, dark, and gross.

you’d been sitting there for almost the entire day, just waiting.

you’d set up a long range camera, taking over a poor college student’s apartment, posted across the street at the hotel your target was supposed to be staying in that night.

your target was markus phelps, some middle aged man apart of a terrorist group that assassinated a foreign leader almost a year ago. he had been untraceable until agent williams found him five months ago. it was only supposed to be a capture mission. then, phelps killed her too. now, you were here for blood. you, and your partner rafe cameron. two of the best agents the CIA has to offer.

it was only speculation that phelps was attending this gala, ball type event at this hotel tonight. but, the CIA got wind of it, and you didn’t have anything going on tonight, anyway.

“anything?” rafe asked, twiddling a pen in his hand, sitting in a chair in the corner of the small apartment.

“not yet, there’s security posted out front, though. i think he’s close,” you responded, slouching back, “take over for me, please? my back is killing me.”

rafe rolled his eyes, he smiled and nodded anyway. when he stood up, you had to crane your neck to stare at him. he was almost a foot taller than you, but you used being only five or so inches over five foot to your advantage. no one expects a girl who fits right into the crowd to shoot them in the back of the head.

rafe switched places with you, getting comfy in a sniper position. he’d been an army ranger sniper for almost six years, it was probably a second nature to get his body as low as possible.

you slumped back in his old seat, letting your body relax into its cheap material.

“oh, you’re just gonna love this.” rafe started chuckling, and your content smile dropped.

“are you fucking serious?” you asked, huddling over to the window as you watched markus phelps cockily strut into the hotel lobby.

“let boss man know, and tell him i saw him.” rafe looked up at you, giving an infamous smirk, then started to pack up the gear.

you rolled your eyes, not even three years of working side by side dulled how smug rafe was. pulling out your phone, you dialed your boss’ number, the dial only ringing once.

“blake, he’s here.” you spoke into the phone, catching sight of rafe’s head tipping to the side. you made a face at him. “cameron spotted him.”

“good, you know what to do. get it done, agent.” griffin blake’s voice was gruff, powerful, steady. “you two have got a reservation under manchester.” that was all, then, he hung up on you.

“alright, let’s do this.” you shoved your phone back into your pocket, shrugging your shoulders with a smile. rafe grabbed the hard cases full of fancy cameras and guns, then his personal duffle carrying everything else, and headed to the door.

he’d always been sweet like that, only letting you carry your black duffle bag filled with whatever precautious outfits you needed for that mission, never the heavy stuff.

you two walked across the street and into the fancy hotel, glass chandeliers and butlers waiting to open the doors for you. walking up to reception, rafe threw an arm around you.

“hi there, we have a reservation for manchester.” rafe offered the employee behind the desk, offering her a warm, fake smile.

you gave her one as well, reaching your hand up to fumble with rafe’s, the one hanging off your shoulder.

“welcome to the plaza, mr. and mrs. manchester. we’re excited to have you.”

she handed you key cards, offered valet, then sent you on your way with an award winning smile.

“she was cute.” rafe mumbled in your ear, earning a elbow to the gut.

“that’s not very husband like.” you chuckled, swinging with him as you headed to the elevators.

“speaking of, we need rings.” rafe held his hand up, waving his fingers.

“make sure mine is pretty.” you said, watched as the elevator doors closed, then detached from him.

“pretty ring for a pretty lady, got it.” rafe pulled out his phone, typing a few times.

“laney says it’s all in the room. dress, suit, everything.” he said as the doors of the elevator opened.

it was true, when you walked into the hotel room, you saw the beautiful red dress and black suit hanging on the door frame of the closet. necklaces, earrings, and wedding bands were sitting on the dresser.

“two hours ‘till the party. you wanna shower first?” rafe dropped his cases on the bed, turning to you. you were already closing the bathroom door, making rafe chuckle.

twenty minutes later, you were out of the shower and in the complimentary hotel robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you blow dried your hair.

rafe’s head peaked out from behind the shower curtain and you saw the shampoo you used earlier in his hair, made you laugh.

“so how do we wanna do this?” he asked. you shrugged. “we could pull the ‘my husband doesn’t have to know’ card. and i’m sitting here waiting for him when you get back here.”

you turned to him, groaning. “why does it always have to be me?”

“i know i’m gorgeous, honey, but i don’t think phelps swings that way.” rafe grinned at you, you tilted your head in annoyance.

“fine.” was all you said, turning around and putting down the hair dryer, then plugging in the curling iron.

“hey, throw me a towel, wife?” rafe called from behind the shower curtain as the water turned off, and you pushed your hand behind the curtain, him grabbing the white towel from you.

he stepped out of the bath, towel hung low around his waist. “should i shave?” he leaned over the counter, hands running over his jaw.

he truly was gorgeous, in every way. it wasn’t something you were denying. there’d been several times where you’d think ‘one time won’t hurt anyone’, but you couldn’t possibly risk it, right?

“no, like you better that way.” you clipped your hair up, started curling your hair. rafe looked at you through the mirror, shamelessly admiring you.

he left you in the bathroom, taking time through his routine, then pulling on his suit

you’d taken almost an hour to get ready, perfectly crafting your makeup, then forcing rafe to zip your dress.

“okay, so i’m noah. you’re scarlett.” rafe looked over the packet as you strapped the beretta nato micro to your upper thigh.

“scarlett? seriously?” you laughed, pulling your dress back down into position. it was a dark red color, perfectly suiting your skin tone.

“feels like they’re running out of ideas. remember when i was james ford? that was the best one, yet.” rafe grinned, grabbing his glock and pushing it into his holster.

you nodded, laughing, fixing last minute touches before grabbing the ring on the dresser and slipping it on. rafe’s eyes watched the motion, leaning to grab his ring as well.

“we’re so domestic. the manchester’s, ladies and gentlemen.” rafe laughed, throwing an arm around you as you walked out of your hotel room.

the lobby was filled with people in fancy get ups and holding champagne flutes. the two of you followed them to the ball room, the sound of jazz music slowly rising.

it was easy to spot phelps, the guy was dressed in a bright orange blazer. you rolled your eyes.

“look at that idiot. can’t wait to kill him.” rafe leaned in, mumbling in your ear before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

you giggled, the two of you separating to mingle with the other guests, rafe leaving you with a, “see you later, mrs. manchester.”

it was too easy, because you caught phelps attention almost immediately. you kept finding him staring at you, looking at you up and down.

it’d been an hour of talking to the wives of powerful men, sharing secret glances with rafe, checking in on each other, and watching phelps practically eye fuck you.

you were mid conversation with two women, listening along to their inappropriate jokes about the hot man with no woman on his arm.

“who are you talking about?” you inquired, searching around the room for who they could possibly be reviewing.

“him.” one girl pointed a perfectly manicured finger over your right shoulder, and you turned to see rafe. you groaned, of course.

he was walking right for you, smiling at you like you were the light of his life.

“hi ladies, noah manchester. don’t mind if i steal my beautiful wife away from you for a moment, do ya?” rafe tucked an arm on your waist, leaving the women you were standing with absolutely speechless.

“bye, girls.” you smiled politely, turning away with rafe.

you walked out of the ballroom, sharing one single glance with phelps. tucking into an empty coat closet, rafe slotted you between the wall and him.

“we are so in. have you seen the way he’s looking at you?” rafe shaking his head, laughing.

“i know, unbelievable.” you laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear. rafe’s eyes shot up to watch.

“try to bring him up to the room within the hour,” he looked down at his watch, “i’ll go up right now, give me like ten minutes, then go talk to him. i’ll be waiting there.”

you nodded, going to say something when the coat closet’s door knob started to jiggle.

“shit, uh,” rafe trailed off, pulling you in by your neck and kissing you. you didn’t have time to process it before the door opened and you were being yelled at.

rafe pulled away from you, some of your lipstick stuck onto his lips. he looked at the guy yelling at you two, smirking. “what, i can’t kiss my wife?”

“get out of here, you two.” the guy barked, rafe turning back to you and giving you another chaste kiss before stepping past the guy, pulling you out with him.

he nodded at you once, then headed towards the elevators.

you stood there shocked for a few beats, before shaking it off. you went back into the ballroom, smiling at some people.

you sat down at the bar, ordering a drink and patiently waiting.

it was only five or so minutes when phelps slotted in next to you, reaking of smelly cologne and cigarettes.

“hi, gorgeous.” he spoke, all grainy and brittle. you turned to him, giving him a smile.

“hi.”

“i’m markus phelps.” he stuck a hand out to shake yours.

“scarlett, nice to meet you.” you fluttered your eyelids, worked your charm. phelps looked down, clocking your ring when you met his hand.

“ah, you’re married.” phelps nodded his head, testing you.

“we’re getting a divorce.” you shrugged. phelps seemed to like that answer, because he leaned in closer.

fifteen minutes later, you were letting phelps feel you up in the elevator, waist up of course, given you had a gun strapped to your thigh.

you led him to your room, hand in hand, heart beating out of your chest in excitement. the CIA has been waiting for this moment for five months, and tonight was the night.

you unlocked the door, pushing phelps into the dark room with an excessive amount of force.

kissing him, you pulled him to the bed, letting him from you and fall back onto it.

“hey markus,” rafe turned on the lamp, sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, a glock 43 shifting around in his right hand, “how’re you doing?”

“oh, what the fuck is this?” phelps shot up as you backed away from him, leaning on the dresser.

“what do you think it is, dumbass?” you scrunched your face.

“let me tell you, phelps. you made it pretty fucking easy for us.” rafe chuckled, standing up to come and stand next to you. “trust me man, i know she’s stunning, but didn’t your mother teach you anything about strangers?”

phelps looked scared shitless, giving you a satisfactory tingle in your chest.

you turned to rafe, “pretty smart move kissing me earlier, by the way.”

“thanks, been wanting to do that forever.” he smirked, never looking away from phelps.

“who are you? who are you with?” phelps shook, not daring to stand up from the bed.

you contemplated, shrugging your shoulders. “i guess we could tell him, he’s not leaving this hotel room unless it’s in a body bag.”

“CIA. you remember that agent you killed five months ago?” rafe asked, staring down at his gun as he raised it.

phelps couldn’t speak, a guilty, evil look painting his greasy features.

“this is for her.” rafe pulled the trigger, the silencer making a ‘pop’ sound ring through the hotel room.

rafe sighed, watching phelp’s body go limp on the hotel bed.

“call the boss man.” he shrugged, looking at you before releasing the magazine from the gun and into his hand, turning away from you.

only two or three hours later, rafe and you were in the private jet sending you back to headquarters in virginia.

he was staring out the window, hand holding his chin up. after the first odd year or so, you realized rafe always needed some time to think after he killed someone.

he’d been silent for almost half an hour before you spoke.

“did you really mean what you said back there? that you’ve wanted to kiss me forever?” you asked him, he turned to you, sighing.

“yeah.” he shrugged, his lips tipping up into something almost a smile.

you hummed, not exactly sure what to say. if it had been a target, you would know. but these were real feelings, and your partner you were dealing with.

“i can’t tell what you’re thinking. incredible poker face, by the way.” rafe chucked awkwardly.

“well, seven years of socom will do that to you.” you tipped your head in a smile.

straight out of high school, just like rafe, you joined the military. only difference was, you went to special operations command and rafe went to sniper school.

after seven years, you were done, but socom had trained you well.

“right. always forget you’re an operator.” rafe nodded, looking at the floor between you two.

“i’m thinking that this would be a little too complicated to kiss for real.” you sighed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“one time wouldn’t hurt anyone.” rafe shrugged, looking out the window, then peaking a glance at you to size your reaction.

your eyes popped open, shocked in what he had just said. then, you started laughing. “i always say that.”

“about us?” rafe smirked, leaning back. you nodded, rolling your eyes and smiling.

the two of you stared at each other, both of you daring the other that would lead to a conversation about you two.

“i’ll be right back.” you mumbled, standing up and heading to the back of the plane. you locked yourself in the bathroom, playing with your hair.

making yourself busy, all so you could catch your breath, you washed your hands, checked your clothes.

when you opened the door, rafe was standing there, leaning on the wall.

you just looked at each other for a second, watching as his eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, then back down to your lips.

“one time won’t hurt?” rafe muttered. your breath hitched, rafe noticing the action.

“one time won’t hurt.” you said barely above a whisper, pulling him by his t-shirt into the small bathroom.

your lips connected, and you were finally able to enjoy the kiss, memorize it. the way his lips moved against yours, his hands lying gently on your hips. you wanted to remember everything.

he pushed you up against the wall of the bathroom, grabbing your jaw to pepper kisses down your neck.

wasting no time at all, he’d removed clothing and tossed it to the side.

rafe wasn’t hiding the fact that he was mesmerized. sure, he’d seen you in swimsuits, your body turned away while you hastily changed into a different cover outfit, he’d seen pieces of your naked skin plenty of times.

but this was different, this was completely, truly all for him.

you smiled up at him, grabbing his face to pull him in for another kiss.

he dropped to his knees, grabbing your leg and pushing it up to spread you apart.

his breath fanned against you, giving you goosebumps in return.

“god, i hope we get to play mr. and mrs. manchester again soon.” rafe chuckled, kissing the inner parts of your thigh.

you laughed, your heading falling back. “why?”

“mmm, just brings something inside me out.” rafe mumbled, placing a kiss on your clit that had you gasping.

he pushed a finger into you, watching your reaction. he smiled when your eyes fell closed and your mouth opened.

he pumped his finger, adding a second one only moments later.

you’d thought this was the best it could get, with a man literally on his knees in front of you, giving you the best feeling ever.

then, rafe’s mouth connected with your clit, and a sound fell from your lips so suddenly you were unsure of who it actually came from.

rafe couldn’t get enough, he’d been waiting for this for three years, not sure if he had just fallen asleep in his chair back in the cabin. either way, he was going to make this the best he possibly could.

he popped up from his knees, earning a comment and a whine from you, before he lined himself up with your entrance.

he pushed into you, both of you groaning at the feeling of it.

rafe didn’t let you adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back into you, panting with each thrust.

“shit, baby, you feel so good.” rafe mumbled, barely above a whisper.

he was grabbing at you everywhere, running his hands over your cheek and hair, pinching at your tits, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

his hand fell down to your thigh, pushing it up farther towards your chest, making you cry out.

his hand flew to your mouth, the size of his hand taking up nearly half of his face.

“i’m flattered, honey, but can’t have the pilot hearing us now, right?” rafe smirked, taking away his hand replace it with a kiss.

“but the thrill of getting caught is so fun.” you drawled out, dipping your head to bite and kiss at his neck.

“jesus, woman.” rafe sighed happily, twitched inside of you.

his pace quickened, making you go silent with bliss, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth.

his hand fell back down to your clit, making you fall over the edge.

your orgasm hit you, hard. you were pretty sure you were seeing stars, head falling back as your mouth opened.

rafe took the opportunity to stick two fingers in your mouth, your lips wrapping around them to muffle your moans.

he continued his ruthless pace, his head going fuzzy with the feeling of you clenching around him and your warm mouth around his fingers.

you reached up to grab rafe’s wrist, his eyes catching on the shiny diamond on your ring finger.

his breath hitched, plenty of impossible and unrealistic thoughts blazing in his mind.

the simple thought of you being his, your name followed by ‘cameron’, coming home from missions to a shared home and maybe a cute dog, too.

his eyes screwed shut, thrusts getting sloppy as his head fell into your shoulder, finishing inside you.

once he slowed to a stop, his hands left you and landed on the sink your back was leaning on.

“holy shit.” you mumbled, laughing.

“yeah, i know.” rafe laughed along with you, his head still hung low.

you put your hands on his shoulder, catching your breath in the process.

rafe looked up at you, a genuine look in his eye as he pushed some of your hair stuck to your face out of the way.

“same time, next mission?” a cocky smile painting his features, his hand settling on your cheek.

“i thought we agreed on one time?” you tilted your head, tongue poking out to lick your lips.

“i don’t think i could live with only one time after that.” rafe chuckled, leaning in for another kiss.

a/n - i’ll keep it so for real with you men in black inspired me to make this fic, then i realized this is so mr. and mrs. smith, so thank you for the inspo simon kinberg! ☺️