#medic demo and spy are friends and i won’t hear anything different

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS BEING CHARMING

scout: scout is a tryhard; which makes it very difficult for him to come off as charming in an effortless sense. he’s particularly charming when he drops that facade. a hand on the back of his head, an inability to meet your eyes, a nervous laugh and a crooked smile… he’s a cutie then.

soldier: opposite of scout; soldier is at his most charming when he tries his absolute hardest to be charming. he’s gotta make that effort to be gentlemanly, because you get what he’s advertising, so if he’s giving the effort it’s a genuine act. it’s what makes him endearing. and any favorable inclination towards him will carry his efforts to the finish line.

pyro: pyro isn’t charming unless they’re on your side. before then they’re a faceless sight with many unsettling actions under their belt. if you know them, though, it’s a lot easier to see when they’re joking and— more importantly— know when they’re about to take a joke “too far”. but in their lightheartedness they are fairly charming in their own sense

engineer: engie is only charming because he wears goggles all the time. it is much easier to hide what he’s thinking when all he has to do is smile and smooth talk. when his goggles are off, you can read him easier; and it’s easier to determine whether you should be taking what he’s saying at face value or not. without that, though, it’s hard to not at least be flattered by the texan, who can and will insult you and make it sound like a compliment.

heavy: heavy doesn’t try often to come across as charming. he does not need to. and he doesn’t need to because he is charming in his most candid moments. in times where he’s listening to what’s going on around him and makes humorous remarks that will stop whoever hears him, never failing to get a smile or a snort of shock. he’s charming when his face lights up as he gets a joke. when he’s caring for sascha tenderly and you think “damn what i wouldn’t give to be a gun rn” he’s funny, with a generous sense of humor and a quicker wit than people would think, and most people don’t know that until he enters a battle of wits and wins.

demo: demo is a silver tongued devil who will charm the clothes off someone in minutes… when he’s sober. even then, you can’t escape his natural effervescence. he’s a good hearted man with a need to laugh, and isn’t afraid to make the joke himself to get the energy up in a room. his confidence is infectious, and will naturally open you up to him. his charm lies in making every offer and idea sound like good ones, being just as shocked as you when things go awry, and laughing it off just as quickly. being a silver tongued devil also required experience in yapping, so if you let him talk long enough he’ll hook you on his stories alone. he’s got a wonderful way with words.

medic: like pyro, medic isn’t charming unless he’s on your side. until then, he’s a disturbing man with bright blue eyes and many unsettling things to say. past that, doc is a professional yapper. if you don’t like listening to multi hours long podcasts consisting of one person, you will probably never like medic. but if you like a chatterbox, then there will be times where medic will have gone on a tangent of a tangent, and as you watch his eyes gleam with newfound knowledge to dump on you, and his teeth bare in a crazed, no, excited smile, as he makes unyielding eye contact behind his glasses, waiting with baited breath for your response… you can’t help but notice how someone could find him charming, even cute. though, also like pyro, but worse, you will never know when he is going to take a joke too far, or when a bad idea will become a series of bad decisions. when everything he says comes with a large, bordering animalistic smile… he’s at his best when he’s yapping, truly.

sniper: sniper is at his most charming when he’s most comfortable, and he’s most comfortable at work. there’s a reason his standards begin with “be polite”. he’s got a reputation for being a good natured guy with efficient and effective methods of a necessary service, and days on the job with him are usually filled with quiet chuckles and smart ass remarks under his breath. but it’s not shit talking if he’s hitting the targets. and it’s the cockiness that makes him come off as charming. it’s another sense of an inverse of scout, as to where scout can talk the shit and back it up, because he’s just cocky in general it can never come off as charming; meanwhile sniper, who goes out of his way to be professional in his job and generally doesn’t interact with people by choice past that, the confidence and results that come with the confidence are charming. everyone loves a man who can get the job done.

spy: spy is effortlessly charming. he doesn’t need to do anything to make himself more charming, and when he does try it’s annoying to anyone involved. why would he go out of his way to get someone flowers, or butter someone up in compliments, when he can smile and smoke his cigarette. he’s a handsome guy with a nice accent; the less he plays it up the better it works for him, because when he tries too hard it does come off as a scam. however. there is a time. a time where spy gets drunk. and turns into a professional yapper. he, medic, and demo turn into hens with how much they chirp and crow and gasp and screech laughter, and in these moments of decomposure… what a cutie. really. where he’s not thinking about being professional and it’s him and his “friends” chatting over a beer…. or two… or five. and with demo’s effortless ability to make any idea sound like a good idea, he’s been on the unfortunate side of a scandal before. but even as he plays angry and bitter; you see the smile he’s fighting. and when he and his gal pals get to hanging around again…. they can’t contain their chuckles. he’s even more charming then. when he’s done playing professional.

[simp999]

I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?

GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA

I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww

TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons

Wc: 730

Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character

A/N: Sniper bias whoop

A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm

Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic

Masterlist

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Scout: 

-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.

-Yes, in a simpery way

-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably

-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"

-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman 

Soldier:

-Wants to touch all the buttons

-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"

-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself

-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.

Pyro:

-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female

-A new cool friend!!

-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes

-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds

Heavy: 

-Protective older brother.

-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.

-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them

-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM

-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times

-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you

Engie:

-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions

-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]

-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?

-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man

Demo:

-Roughhouses!!

-Treats you like one of the guys

-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies

-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend

-Lives for your vibes

-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!

Medic:

-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;

-Rivalry for first aid.

-Hear me out

-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses

-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest

-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations

-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!

Sniper:

-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.

-He thinks you’re too cool for him :( 

-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars

-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys

-He LOVES stargazing with you!!

-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life

-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :) 

Spy:

-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values

-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit

-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways

-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal

(Bonus!) All:

-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.

“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”

“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”

“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”

“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”

“Mmhhph!!!”

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Sep.20.23

[positively-inhumane-bread-bucket]

Mercs choosing their apprentices

This idea has been in my mind for quite some time, and this will probably be the first of some posts about the mercs and their apprentices, don't worry there's a context and i'll write it here, I won't specify the apprentices gender or appearance for now

It's 2008 and Mannco will need soon to hire new mercenaries since the current ones are getting old, but to avoid getting people who have zero ability and zero experience they decide to let the mercs chose an apprentice from a lineup of young people (9-19 years old) who applied for the job, and train them for a couple of years (until 2012, the year the old mercs will definitely retire)

Scout: Since he didn't have enough space to, he didn't make the recruits running a race, but he choose the fastest-looking person: frail like him and legs quite long, he tries to teach them how to double jump and how to run as fast as him, he will probably grow up attached to this kid.q

Soldier: He doesn't hesitate to chose his own kid, even though he's the recruit's dad, he's kinda harsh with them. He teaches his kid to rocket jump and other dangerous shit. He will be proud of his kid even if they suck. He also lets them fight with him on the battleground, even though it's dangerous.

Pyro: Doesn't want to choose because they don't want to offend anyone, instead they gave them all a match and chose the one whose match extinguished last. They treat them like they're best friends and often encourage them to do their best.

Demo: He's sweet and doesn't want to offend anyone too, thing to note about this old Demoman is that he ended up blind, so he has to rely on hearing and touching, he chooses the kindest-sounding kid, and actually also the most fearless, he teaches them how to deal with different kinds of explosives and also melee combat.

Heavy: He didn't want to seem rude with just choosing one, but he had to do so, he picked the most boulder and tough-looking person, kindly explaining to the others why they weren't chosen, he gives the recruit a much smaller and lighter gun for them to train, thing is that the "lighter gun" weights an hundred kilograms, so it takes quite some time before they can learn to fight properly.

Engie: Another Conagher being the team's engineer would have been fine if Engie had a kid, but he doesn't have a kid so he asked the (rather small) bunch of wannabe engineers some questions, math problems for being exact, the one who could answer the fastest and obviously correctly got chose. He teaches them all he knows about sentries, dispenser and all the machines needed in combat, he also is a kind of a father for the kid.

Medic: He didn't have a criteria of choosing, he didn't even know about the recruits and he ended up choosing the one who looked less scared and more enthusiastic when he talked about his experiments, he teaches the child anything that can help them with their experiments, letting them freely experiment in his lab. Not a good idea, but it somehow works.

Sniper: Had a target and some guns, the first who could hit the target center was chosen, he doesn't have much to teach but sure the kid will have a lot of field practice, since he lets them snipe with him while in battle, other mercenaries don't let their apprentices fight with them.

Spy: He tool at least half an hour to choose because he wanted to make sure to choose a recruit that will be competent, he surprisingly chose the youngest of the bunch and trains them to be a perfect, silent assassin. He teaches them about the invisiwatch, disguise kit and backstabs

Bonus! Miss Pauling: She chose a rather young kid to help and then substitute her, she teaches them to don't ask many questions to the Admin, how to be most efficient by doing less and how to hide corpses because that's a skill they will need.

Oof this was long to write, I hope y'all appreciate this idea because I'm probably gonna describe the apprentices and also give them names and genders.

[lu-undy]

Idea: after a very long night of parenting poor engie is trying round up the other mercs (who are well.. to say drunk is an understatement-) and goes sniper (who like engine absolutely refused to try demo’s “mystery rum”) for help but there’s a problem while snipes would love to help a VERY drunken spy had latched onto him and refuses to move and he’s like “I don’t care if medics on the roof ready to throw solider this is my baby.. he’s.. mine.. all mine.. NOW SHOO-“

That was one awesome idea! Thank you so much for giving it to me!! Here it is, I loved writing it so I hope you’ll enjoy reading as much :)

The music was playing loudly that night as the mercenaries celebrated their victories of the week. But that weekend was to be longer than usual as the Administrator had called to say that it would last three days. The mercenaries, instead of their usual drink around a table, decided to throw a party. 

Thus, the music was booming through the speakers as Scout blasted the latest hits. The bass made their chests tremble as they danced and walked close to the speakers. 

"Sniper?" Engie shouted, his hands left and right from his mouth. He was looking for him.

Most of the mercenaries were way past tipsy at the exception of Engie who had refused to try Demo's 'special occasions whiskey' and Heavy who could withstand any quantity of ethanol as if it was mineral water. 

Engineer was trying to contain the relative chaos that the party had turned into, and like a single father to most of his colleagues, he felt a little bit overwhelmed. As a result, he was looking for Sniper that he had seen refused Demo's whiskey. The Aussie had received a shipment of Australian beers and wanted to enjoy them and nothing else.

The poor Texan had gone out of the base a few moments ago, looking for Medic and Soldier and had found them on the rooftop, one about to push the other in the snow 'and see how many of his bones would break when he fell in the snow'... 

Of course, Engineer would need some backup to make his drunk friends realise the foolishness of their idea, and that's why he was looking for Sniper.

Meanwhile, in the Aussie's campervan, the atmosphere was very different. Sniper had been joined by the most drunk secret agent he had ever seen. 

"Another cigarette?" Spy offered. 

"If it's free…"

"You are lucky I am this drunk or it would cost you a lot more." 

They were both sitting, side by side, on Sniper's worn out small couch. They chuckled and lit their cigarettes in the van that they had decided against lighting up. There was something cozy about the relative darkness. Spy undid his tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. 

"Ooh, the tie's out now, eh? You must feel naked or something." 

"Pff…" Spy giggled. "Almost so, oui. I hope this nakedness does not put you into any discomfort, hm?" He raised a smug eyebrow. 

"Oh, nah… I've seen other necks in my life, eh." Sniper joked.

They shared a chuckle but Spy noticed that Sniper's eyes stayed on his neck for a while. 

"I don't doubt it, and yet you stare."

"It's cause of your scar, there, sorry." Sniper averted his gaze. 

"Ah, oui. There used to be a time when I had more hickies and lipstick marks than scars on my skin. But this time is long gone."

"Really?" 

"Are you doubting that it was the case or that it ceased?" 

"Nah, that it stopped. You're a nice bloke. I'm sure sheilas fall at your feet like there's no tomorrow."

"Oui, it is true that I cannot complain in that regard. Although I must correct what you said."

"Oh?"

"Not only women seem to do that, I have my successes regardless of people's sex." Spy said with a smirk before taking another sip. 

"Always humble, aren't we?" Sniper answered. 

"Non, but always honest." 

"That's rich comin' from you, Spook!"

Spy laughed. 

"What d'you think about the beer?" Sniper asked.

"Almost unbearably fruity. I didn't know you were one to like it that way, Bushman."

"Oh, I usually don't." They took a sip. "It's just that one brand from home."

"From Australia?" Spy asked. 

"Yeah. Received them a few days ago, now." 

Spy looked at the bottle and Sniper chuckled as he saw him squint and stare, struggling to decipher the inscriptions. The Aussie turned a night lamp on. 

"Here, maybe you'll read it better." 

"I quite like the darkness. However, if the letters could stop dancing and wiggling around, that would help!" Spy complained and Sniper understood that he was just too drunk to be able to read. 

"I'll read it for ya." 

"Thank you." 

"It says that it's been produced in - oh?"

A knock interrupted Sniper's sentence. 

"Ooh, you were waiting for some late night company?" Spy mocked. 

"Nah." Sniper smiled.

"You sure?" Spy raised an eyebrow. "I can leave if needs be."

"Spook, quit it…" Sniper rolled his eyes and went to the door, seeing Spy's smug smile from the corner of his eye.

He opened the door. 

"Oh, hey Engie."

"Sniper, uh, could you spare a minute to help me out?"

"What's wrong?" 

"Solly and Sawbones are on the rooftop and Medic wants to push him off."

"What?!" Sniper's eyes snapped wide under the surprise. 

"He's dead drunk and thinks it's the right moment to try new experiments…" 

"Bloody hell…"

"Can you come and help me convince them down?"

"Uh-"

Before Sniper could answer, he felt two hands lace around him from his side and soon, Spy appeared next to him. 

"I am sorry, Labourer, but you have knocked on the wrong door. The Bushman is already in company."

"Spook, he's not askin' to spend the night here, it's just that-"

"Then why is he still here? Shoo…!" Spy accompanied the words with a gesture and Sniper rolled his eyes. 

"Spook, please, we really need to get them out of the rooftop before they -"

"God bless Americaaaa!" A shout from the very recognisable Soldier echoed in the snowy desert before there was a thud that they couldn't hear from that distance. 

"Well, it seems it is too late, Engineer. Now, if you don't mind, some of us were spending a delicious night here…" Spy added. 

"Look Sniper, now I'd really need someone to help me get him to the medicbay, no doubt that Solly did break a few bones." Engineer put his hand on Sniper's forearm to grab him but received a slap from the Frenchman on his hand. 

"Non!" He protested and Sniper smiled. "This Bushman is mine for the night. Goodnight." 

Sniper shrugged with a smile and Engie finally rolled his eyes with a smile. 

"Alrighty then, guess I gotta find Heavy…" 

Spy nodded and shut the door himself, still clinging to Sniper's side. 

"Can I at least go back on the couch?" The Aussie smiled. 

"Only if I can sit with you." Spy answered. 

"Right, let's go, Spook." 

Sniper walked more awkwardly than ever before with Spy clinging on his side. 

"Gosh, Spook, you're so clingy when you're drunk…" He sat down and Spy took the liberty of sitting on his lap and laying his head on Sniper's shoulder. 

"Is it a bad thing?" 

"I-I mean… You're drunk…"

"Oh, oui, way too drunk. It is more than likely that tomorrow I will forget that any of this happened at all." Spy answered, snuggling against Sniper.

"M-mate, look, uh…" Sniper looked down and saw that Spy's eyes were shut. "Ugh, of bloody course you're gonna fall asleep on me…" 

He sighed and silence fell. Sniper felt Spy's ribcage inflate and deflate regularly against his own. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him but then realised that he shouldn't. Spy was drunk, and as such, he was not thinking straight. Sniper however was sober, a bit happy from the beers, but he was very much the master of his acts and words. He shouldn't take advantage of his friend and so he decided against doing anything. He just leaned back slowly, Spy's head and body never disconnecting from his, and looked through the thin window. 

The bass from the speakers were still booming from the base and Sniper could hear them very clearly. For a second he thought back about Engie and hoped he managed to find Heavy and that everything had solved itself. But then, Sniper pondered. What would have been his answer if Spy hadn't said no to Engie? 

Sniper's eyes went down to Spy's silhouette. 

Of course he would have preferred to stay with Spy. And the way he had clung to him… He still was technically! And of all the places Spy had chosen to fall asleep and defenseless, Sniper's shoulder had seemed best for him. 

How on Earth could that be? Spy was distrustful. He never would give his trust to anyone and yet there he was, sleeping on Sniper's chest. Did that mean that he…?

"Spook… Uhm… I know you're asleep and, well, more drunk than I've ever seen you be before. But uh… Just so you know, even if you won't cause you've fallen asleep on me… anyway, I'm getting lost. Point is, I'd have tried to send Engie away to stay with you. I know it's bloody ridiculous. I don't know. I just like the night we're spending together. And uh, I guess I can say it now but if you weren't drunk, I'd have put my arms around you." Sniper chuckled. "It's almost hard resistin' it, eh. But you're drunk and maybe you wouldn't want it if you were sober. So I won't do anything. I'll just… I'll just enjoy being your pillow."

"And you are a comfortable one, Bushman." A voice with a French accent answered.

"Shit, I woke you up?" 

"I never was asleep." 

"What?" 

"I was just resting." 

"You never were sleepin'? So what were you doing? I thought you sort of passed out on my shoulder."

"I didn't."

"Spook, I'm so confused. What the hell were you doing?" 

"Cuddling? Hugging? Snuggling? Looking for physical comfort? You name it." Spy answered and Sniper blushed. 

"So you heard me?" 

"Oui, I did." 

"Ah… Right, well… Thank God you won't remember a thing tomorrow when you'll have sobered up, eh?"

"Ah oui, your reasoning would work if not for one thing."

"What?" Sniper asked.

"I am not drunk. Never have been. In fact, the last time that I was drunk to that extent was a long time ago now."

Sniper froze on his seat. 

"Wait… Why did you pretend then? And why tell that you were pretending?" 

Spy chuckled against Sniper's chest. 

"I pretended so that you would let me lie against you without you wondering too much about it. And I stopped to pretend because, very much to your honour, you don't want to hold me because you thought I was drunk."

Sniper frowned. 

"You're complicated, you know that?"

"Only as much as you make me." Spy answered. 

"But wait, if you lied about being drunk and all… What you said to Engie, was it true?"

Spy raised his head off Sniper's chest to look him in the eye. 

"Oui, it absolutely was. I find this night absolutely delicious in your company and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but against you. Besides, I really think what I said to Engineer."

Sniper gulped down audibly as he recalled Spy calling him his.

"The good news is that, because I am not even tipsy, you can hold me if you want." Spy added and Sniper's arms obeyed before his mind consciously made the decision. "Much better, merci." 

Spy snuggled against Sniper's chest. 

"I don't even know what I'm doing…" Sniper said.

"You are enjoying the moment." Spy answered. 

"N-no… I mean… I don't know what I'm thinkin', what's happening, what…?"

"Which is exactly why I pretended to be drunk. Were I sober, you would wonder too much and not just do what your heart tells you." Spy was lightly scratching Sniper's chest, on his heart and he felt it start racing. "Shhh… Relax. It is just you and me." 

"Yeah, well…" 

"Do I impress you that much?" Spy asked and Sniper's silence was an answer on its own. "Sniper…"

"I know. That's me… I'm like that. Sometimes I just… I just don't know what to say and I just stay silent... awkwardly."

Spy chuckled from the bottom of his throat. 

"Do not apologise. I think it is part of your charm." 

Their eyes met in the dimness of the van, under the light of the night lamp. 

"Really?" 

"Oui. But it does raise questions and doubt, your shyness." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"I never know if you're holding me because you really want to, or simply because I asked you to and you are too shy to refuse." Spy explained. 

"Nah, Spook." Sniper shook his head. "I'd never let a bloke sit on my lap like that if I… I mean, if I didn't agree to it."

"You mean if you didn't want it too?" 

Sniper shyly nodded, a bit embarrassed to admit such a truth. 

"I am delighted to hear that you want it too." Spy leaned again on Sniper's chest and lightly scratched it through his gloves. "You are warm and very comfortable. And that distinct scent…"

"I-I can change my cologne or something if you don't like it…" 

"Non, non, on the contrary. It smells of everything I abhor, it is cheap, so strong that it could bring tears to my eyes and yet!" Spy closed his eyes. "I couldn't possibly want to smell anything else, for I know that if I do smell it, it is because you are nearby." 

"Spook, just for a second, please be honest, ok?"

"I am."

"How can I be sure? You looked dead serious when you told me you were drunk, you even struggled to read the beer and stuff… I don't know!"

Spy raised his head. 

"Shall I show you?" He asked. 

"Show me what?" 

"That I am sincere." 

"Yeah, well, I don't know how you're gonna do it but yeah, go ahead." 

Spy removed his gloves and put his hands flat on Sniper's cheeks before putting his forehead against his. 

"Sniper… Please believe me." 

Sniper's jaw dropped as he saw him close his eyes and a second later, he felt something on his lips, something soft, something thin and warm and - oh - it became slick. 

Sniper rolled up his eyes before he closed them, his entire weight on the sofa and his whole attention on Spy's lips dancing with his own.