#b-e-a-utiful

((How Ratchet’s fixing to be once he catches wind of Jazz and the Twins feelings for AJ.))

[-Just Imagine it😂😂-]

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Ratchet - “YoU wHat!”

-BOOM!-

The three mech across from the seething CMO immediately dodge his oncoming wrenches as he launches them at their helms.

Sideswipe - “H-hey! We didn’t even understand this at first, Hatchet?!”

-whoosh!-

The red mech keels over backwards when a wrench slams into his faceplates.

Ratchet - “My yOuNgLiNg iS oFf LiMiTS! nOW kEeP yOuR sErVoS oFf!!”

Jazz slowly slides in between the raging medic and the downed twin as Sunstreaker stood still behind him.

Jazz - “Now, Ratchet… We would never intentionally hurt AJ, you know that… Right?”

His only reply is an enraged scream as the CMO viciously Yanks out his humming weapon from his subspace.

Ratchet - “I’m GoInG tO oFfLinE yOu gLiTcHiNg FrAgGeRs BeFoRe YoU eVeN APPROACH HER!!”

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A/N: BRUH IM DYING. You right tho 🤙🏼 Getting the ‘shovel’ talk from anyone is intimidating. Getting it from Ratchet has got to be terrifying. 

(heLLO, here’s some fluff)

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When Sam figures it out, there’s nothing grandiose or glorious about it. No life or death situation. No promises they can’t keep. When Sam figures it out, It’s reassuringly simple.

They’re having some downtime (only a few days, maybe, a week, if they’re lucky), some sort of pseudo-vacation from hunting, and spend an entire day carrying stacks of books around, reorganizing a section of the library. Very late at night, when they’re still far from being done, Cas decides to put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and say, “you should rest.”

Sam hums distractedly, too immersed on what he’s reading.

Cas moves his hand to the nape of Sam’s neck, and up to his hair, then. It seems like something so casual, something that has happened a thousand times over, but then Cas gently tugs, and Sam kinda loses it, a little bit.

“Um, Cas?” he asks, the book in front of him already forgotten now.

“Yes?”

“What– What are you doing?”

“You need to rest,” Cas says, ignoring Sam’s question completely, though he doesn’t disentangle his fingers from Sam’s hair. “These books will still be here in the morning.”

“I know,” Sam says. “I don’t really want to go to sleep right now, though.”

“Maybe we could watch some Netflix?”

Sam wrinkles his nose looking up at him, barely manages to hide a grin at how sleepy Cas looks too.

“What are you up to?” he asks, because Castiel isn’t as subtle as he thinks is. Sam figured him out.