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Breaded Butter

Jo Yuri x Male Reader

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Part 1

You poured a packet of brown sugar into your coffee, stirring slowly until it dissolved. The first sip drew a quiet sigh from you, the warmth helping to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Thank you for the update. We’re pleased to hear Yuri’s interactions went smoothly. Please ensure she’s well-prepared for today’s interviews. Keep us updated on any concerns or adjustments needed." Your eyes skimmed the higher-up’s reply to your report from last night, the iPad rested on the table beside your coffee.

“Good morning, oppa,” Yuri mumbled, shuffling toward the table, her hair slightly messy as she rubbed her eyes.

“Morning,” you replied, setting the iPad aside.

“Did you make me sound better in your report?” she asked, sliding to the seat next to you.

You took a bite of the avocado toast that you ordered from room service, glancing at her with a straigh face. “I made you sound worse.”

Her hand shot out, swatting your shoulder as she gave you a mock scowl. “I hate you.”

Suppressing a laugh, you watched as she grabbed her own toast, taking a bite with a pout. “Be thankful this tastes good,” she muttered, her glare darting sideways.

For someone so bratty, she really couldn’t take a joke. It always amused you how easily annoyed she gets.

“They just said good job,” you added, sipping your coffee.

Yuri’s pout melted into a smirk as she took bite after bite of her toast, chewing it like a squirrel. “Mm, it’s good.”

“How many interviews do we have today again?” she asked after finishing her toast. She reached for her orange juice, sipping carefully.

“Ten, some influencers, journalists, and a couple of reporters,” you said, finishing your own toast. “Did you prep your answers?”

Her lips curved into a proud smile. “Oppa, I’ve been prepping for ages.”

“Oh, and you’ll be with Siwan-nim as well in some of those. He’ll be guiding you if you stutter.” You added.

She smacked your arm, rolling her eyes. “I don’t stutter.” Seriously, it’s so fun to tease her.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in her chair. “Siwan-oppa will probably just end up praising me anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I’m sure he’s thrilled to babysit you again.”

Her playful pout returned as she grabbed her orange juice. “Tch, you’re just jealous because he’s nicer to me than you are.”

Draining the last of your coffee, you stood and started stacking the plates and cups onto the room service tray. “We leave at eight. Better start getting ready.”

Yuri swung her legs playfully, leaning back on her chair. "Oppa… Why don't we shower together to save time?" she teased, her voice filled with mock innocence as she clapped her feet together.

"Pass," you replied, your tone as cold as the untouched butter packets on the tray.

Yuri pouted, resting her chin on her hand. "Come on oppa, we could finish early if we do it together," she said, her eyes locking on you. "It’s better to be early, right?"

"Still no," you said bluntly, turning to walk toward your room.

"Why nooot?" Yuri trailed after you, whining like the brat she is.

You sighed, your patience wearing thin. "Just go start getting ready. We don’t want to be late," you muttered, trying to end the conversation as you reached your room’s door.

Yuri wasn’t done. She grabbed your wrist, stopping you mid-step. "Just this once oppa, pleaaase?" she pleaded, her puppy eyes so exaggerated they might as well have been rehearsed.

You hesitated, feeling your resolve waver under the weight of her gaze. "...Fine," you muttered.

“Yayy! Wait for me,” she squealed, running back to her room like a puppy hearing the word ‘treat’.

A sigh escaped you as you opened your door, “This brat,” you muttered, stepping straight to the bathroom.

The warm spray from the shower eased up the tension of this LA trip off your shoulders. Your hand softly ruffles your hair against the running water. Steam began to rise, softening the chill of the marble tiles beneath your feet.

Just as you were about to forget that Yuri was coming over, the bathroom door suddenly opened. You glanced though the fogged-up glass, seeing her silhouette as she stepped in.

She slid the glass partition open and handed you the shampoo, body soap and a loofah she brought from her room. “Hold this for me oppa,” she said, completely unbothered by your naked body.

You placed her stuff down on the marble ledge, “At least knock the door before you enter,”.

Yuri untied her bathrobe, hanging it beside yours. Her movements were unbothered and natural, almost as if stripping down in front of you was the most normal thing for her.

She knocked on the glass before stepping in the shower, “There’s your knock,” she said, giving you a mocking smile.

As much as you’re tempted to stare at the idol’s naked body, you turned your back to her out of respect.

The water cascaded down Yuri’s body. "Ah, this feels so good," she murmured, tilting her head back to let the water drench her hair. She reached for the shampoo you’d set on the ledge.

Your focused on washing yourself up, trying to ignore Yuri’s presence. However, it’s almost impossible to ignore her quiet hums as she softly scrub herself with her pink loofah.

It was almost calming, the sound of water splashing the marble tiles, the warm water steaming the area, and the quiet hums of the woman behind you.

“Oppa, can you help me with my back?” Yuri breaks the calming sounds. Hesitation kept you in place for a moment before slowly turned to face her. There she was, her gorgeous back facing you, with the loofah that she’s holding on her shoulder for you to take. Your gaze flickered over her slender figure, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, and the faint outline of her curves undeniably irrisistable.

Your feet silently stepped forward to reach the loofah from her hand. “Thank you oppa,” she said softly as you took it.

You brought the loofah on her back, the damp object warm against your palm as you work in slow, steady circles. Yuri’s shoulders relaxed under your touch, her head slightly tilting down.

Your hand shifted lower, careful enough not to reach somewhere restricted, not to linger for too long. The warm water hitting you only amplified the heat coursing through your body.

A faint smile formed on Yuri’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder. “Oops,” it was teasing, she purposely shifted backwards just enough to press her soft butt cheeks against your length that’s in a state between rest and readiness. It lingered just for a moment before you stepped back instinctively, heat rushing through you as you act unfazed by her action.

“My bad,” she turned her head to you biting her lip, it was almost mocking.

Without a word, you handed her the loofah, your head shifted to the side avoiding her blurred reflection through the fogged-up glass panel. You quickly turned towards the wall, hearing the sound of her fingers brushing the loofah’s surface.

A sudden touch on your back made your tense body jolt in surprise. “Let me wash your back too oppa,” her whisper carried a hint of her voice, low and intimate, carrying enough weight to send shivers down your spine.

Your body slowly relaxed as Yuri worked on your back softly. The abrasive but soothing sensation of the loofah felt like a massage. She traced deliberate circles that slowly went lower. You closed your eyes as you surrender yourself further into a relaxed state.

You were caught off guard as you felt something soft pressing against your back. “You’re so tense oppa,” that’s the moment you realized your loss, your heat had already consumed you and took over your body.

“Let me help you relax,” The loofah slipped from her hand, landing softly on the tiles beneath you, completely forgotten as you felt her hands slide on your sides.

You opened your eyes seeing the pink loofah lying down the floor. Her hands softly exploring your abdomen, pressing her breasts firmly against your back.

“Yuri…” you surenderred to her touches as your head tilted up, feeling her hands dangerously creeping lower somewhere that’s supposed to be private.

“You’re so much better when you’re relaxed like this oppa,” she murmured, planting soft kisses along your back. Before you could react, her fingers wrapped around your now semi-erect cock.

A low moan escaped you as she began to move. Her soft hands worked steadily around your hardening shaft. You were left speechless at her touch, her free hand cupping your balls. “You’re so full for me oppa,” her seductive whispers and touches are working, your cock now standing fully erect against her palm.

You escaped from her touch as you turn to face her. “Yuri…” you growled quietly glaring at her, annoyed by that fucking grin on her face. “Yes oppa?” She bit her lip, stepping closer to you.

Your hands found her waist pulling her closer. Your stiff cock pressing against her navel as you leaned forward to kiss her. It was hungry, full of passion, your tongues intertwining each other.

The warm water cascaded over both of you, amplifying the heat radiating between your bodies. Your hands moved instinctively, gliding over her skin as you rinsed away the lingering soap. Each stroke felt deliberate, your fingers tracing the curves of her waist and the smooth plane of her back.

Yuri's breath hitched against your lips as your mouths met again, her hands tangling in your damp hair. She tugged gently, pulling your face closer, deepening the kiss. Her fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your face as the water streamed down your intertwined forms.

She moved a hand lower reaching your cock that’s pressed against her. You let out a moan through the kiss as you felt her stroke your length expertly.

Your hands didn't stop their work, skimming the remaining soap from her skin, full of purpose. The softness of her hand along with the smooth surface of her navel against your cock sent shivers across your body as you murmur her name through her mouth “Yuri…”.

“Yes oppa…?” her seductive whisper was so quietly loud hitting your ears. She bit her lip feeling you squeeze the soft cheeks of her bossom.

“You’re all clean now, you can get out,” you leaned closer to her ear and whispered, your voice soft but firm.

She froze for a moment, “W-what?” her hand stalling mid-stroke blinking up at you, her confidence faltered quickly.

“I said you’re all clean, you can get out now,” you repeated your words with a smirk on your face. You turned the shower dial, stopping the rainfall above you. Her grip on your cock loosen as you gently took her by her shoulders.

Before she could protest, you guided her out of the shower. The cool air met your damp skins as you reach for her robe, draping it over her shoulders with care. Her eyes blinked in confusion, clearly caught off guard with the sudden shift in the moment.

“Better hurry up, we’re going to be late,” you said in a mocking tone as you usher her towards the bathroom door.

Grabbing your own robe, you glanced over to see her frozen by the door, still trying to process what just happened. “I’ll bring your stuff to your room later, just go.”. She stepped out of your room silently, her expression still dazed in confusion.

“That girl…” you let out a dry laugh looking at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head. “We’re so fucking late.”

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Happy New Year!! Yuri in Squid Game is sooooo cutee! (Watch it now if you haven't yet!) She's now starting to blow up more and more, I'm so proud of her ㅠㅠ 2025 is going to be a big year for her so let's continue supporting her!

#jo yuri smut #izone #izone yuri #jo yuri #izone smut #lemon tea

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sanguineterrain · 8 months ago

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THE PT2 OF REPORTER! READER AND JASON OH.MY.GOD I LOVEEEED IT could you pleaaase do a pt3? 🙏 i need them to kiss already 😩 maybe someone from the batfam or even roy go to jason's house and be like ??????who are you????? to reader please💕 i love your writing, i hope you have a nice day💖

here it is! hope y'all enjoy :) part 1 | part 2

jason todd x gn!reporter!reader. tw: gunshot wounds, injured jason, nightwing cameo, patching up, kissing. almost 2.2k

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You're being a snoop.

In your defense, you're a reporter with too much time on your hands in the Red Hood's apartment. It's impossible not to snoop.

It's also been four days since you moved in. You kind of feel like a crazy ex, hunting for proof that Hood's cheating on you.

So far, you've found nothing except for a worrying amount of hidden firearms. There's a handgun in the toaster. What the hell.

You've been trying to work on the case, but it's hard to investigate when you're in witness protection. Hood is out right now chasing a lead. He had said not to worry about it, but how can you not? How can you not worry about him?

You glance at the clock. 9:24. Hood was supposed to be home half an hour ago. He said he was chasing a lead. You didn't want him to go alone, but you're also pretty shit at avoiding assassins, so.

You've ordered Chinese food from the select list of restaurants Hood said you can order from. He left a wad of cash for you to use. When you paid, you had a moment's pause.

Is the Red Hood your sugar vigilante?

Hm. Not something you're willing to explore right now.

You chew a nail and pick at a crab rangoon. Hood miraculously (or, maybe not so much, considering his stalker tendencies) chose your favorite Chinese restaurant. Usually, you'd have gobbled up your dinner by now. But you can't stop looking at the clock.

The floorboards in the hall creak. You're up instantly, and you go to the door. You wait for Hood's confirmation text that it's him outside. It doesn't come.

There's hushed voices. You run back to the toaster and grab the gun. You have no idea how to use it, but it can't be that hard, right? Point and shoot?

The door opens. You aim the gun. Right in Nightwing's face.

"Whoa," he says, lifting his free arm. His other holds up Hood, who's bleeding from his shoulder and thigh. Holy fuck.

"Safety's on, smarty," Hood slurs, more than a little out of it. "We gotta fix y'posture."

"Oh my God," you say, dropping the gun and racing to help Hood.

Nightwing takes a step back. Hood grunts as he's dragged along.

"Uh, who are you?" Nightwing asks.

"Gotham Gazette," you say on instinct.

"They're w'me," Hood mumbles. "Pu' me down, Wing."

"Why do you have a civilian in your apartment?" Nightwing asks, helping Hood onto the couch.

You run into your bedroom and return with two pillows to support Hood's head.

"You got shot?" you ask, voice going high. "What the actual fuck, Red?!"

"Hood, why do you have a civilian in your apartment?"

Hood groans. "Can we save questions for th'end?"

"Jesus," Nightwing says. "You're ridiculous."

"That's what I said," you grumble, removing Hood's equipment.

"Great. There's two 'f ya. This is why I didn't wanna come here," Hood says. "My reporter gets nervous, Dickface."

"You coming home shot would make any reasonable person nervous, you jerk," you say, scowling.

"Oh my God," you whisper. "God, Red, what did you—"

You peel back Hood's jacket. His undershirt is sticky with blood and singed skin. Your first real, live gunshot wound.

"Wing's got it, sweet," Hood says. "Go on, y'don't gotta see this. 'S gross, I know."

"I'm not going anywhere," you say firmly. You look at Nightwing. "Do you have a problem with me being here?"

"Well, a civilian shouldn't—"

"Good. What do you need from me?"

"Go have a cup'a tea," Hood says.

You glare. "I wasn't talking to you, Helmet Boy."

"Ever hear'a bedside manner?"

"No. Hence why I'm a reporter."

Hood slumps against the couch. That worries you more—if he doesn't have the energy to fight back, his injuries must be bad.

Anxiously, you look at Nightwing. He presses his lips together and then makes a decision.

"Okay. I need hot water and the first aid kit under the microwave."

You nod. "Got it."

You fetch his requests and return. Nightwing gets to work on Hood's thigh first. You hover, finally settling near Hood's head. He's in his undershirt, his tactical pants, and his boots. You touch the side of his helmet. He turns his head to you.

"Didn't I tell ya t'beat it?" he asks.

"Can't get rid of me that easily." You look at Nightwing. "Is it bad?"

"His thigh isn't bad. Bullet missed anything major and went clean through. I'm just patching him up. Gave him some painkillers. Gonna be a bit before they kick in."

You watch Nightwing pull a needle through Hood's skin for half a second before you turn away. Hood grunts.

"Don't gotta stay," he says quietly. "Lotta blood."

"You're hurt," you say. You don't know what else to say, how to put your urgency into words. Physically, you can't leave Hood's side.

"'M tough," he mumbles. "Toughest guy on the block."

"Dumbest too," Nightwing says, cutting the thread.

"Look who's talkin'."

Their dynamic is odd. Not what you expected, considering how empty the outside of Hood's fridge is. You couldn't find any other photos of friends or family.

"Alright." Nightwing sighs and shifts over. "Now the shoulder. Hood, did it go through?"

"'Fraid not, Blue. Gonna hafta deep dive."

You make a weak noise in your throat. Nightwing pinches Hood's side. Hood winces.

"No, no. I was jokin'. Stupid joke. Sorry."

"I should've never let you go out alone," you say.

"Let me? 'M a stubborn man. Even the Bat can't make me do shit."

"Understatement of the century," Nightwing says, studying the wounds. "You're gonna need to take off your helmet for this one."

They both look at you. You puff up.

"I'm not—"

"Look," Nightwing says gently. "I know you're—"

"Blindfold! You can blindfold me." You get up and look around. "What can we use for a..."

"I think I have a black tie in the top middle drawer," Hood says.

You race to his room and race back with the tie. It smells like the same lavender detergent as your sheets. Nightwing and Hood are whispering when you return; they stop talking as soon as you enter. You pretend not to notice.

"'Kay. Nightwing?" You hand him the tie. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Weirdest patching up I've ever done," Nightwing says.

"I've had weirder," Hood says.

Nightwing ties the tie around your head. "Okay?"

You nod. "Good."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Hood asks.

You roll your eyes. "I don't know, Red."

"Don' roll ya eyes a'me."

You raise your brows. "How did you—"

"Magic. Do it, Wing."

There's some rustling, a click, and then you can hear Hood's breathing, just like you did a few nights ago.

"This is gonna hurt," Nightwing warns.

Hood hums. "Nothing I can't handle."

The sound of a bullet being dug out of flesh is one you never want to hear again. Hood's strangled groan is a million times worse.

"Almost done, Little Wing," Nightwing whispers. "I'm sorry. Almost done."

"Red?" You inch forward, searching for his hand. He takes it and squeezes.

"'M fi–ine," he says, sounding very much not fine. "Ah, shit. Ha-hate shoulder wounds."

You move closer, cradling his whole arm. Hood grunts. He strokes your knuckles with his thumb.

"'S okay," he says. "'M okay."

His breathing returns to normal after several minutes. You hold his hand the entire time. There's some rustling, and you hear Nightwing stand.

"He'll be okay. He just needs to rest."

"What can I do?" you ask, blindfold still on.

"Well—"

"Nothin'," Hood says. "I'm peachy. Just needa sleep it off."

You whip your head around. "You got shot!"

"Not my first bullet and won't be my last. Here, lemme put on my helmet—"

"Hood, no! My God, you're insane."

"You're realizing this now?" he asks. "'S fine, I can do it—"

"Okay!" Nightwing says loudly. "I'm gonna go. It was nice to meet you. I'm glad Hood has a..."

"Reporter," Hood finishes.

"...Right. A reporter who... cares so much about him. Uh-huh."

It's quiet for a moment. You know they're having a conversation, but you can't see them.

"Don't tell B," Hood says.

Nightwing laughs. "Oh, you're in the shit. A reporter in your apartment and two bullet wounds? You owe me big."

"We're working a case together, and I'm not trying to expose Hood," you say. "I don't even care who you two are."

That is a lie, but whatever. Vigilantes are a paranoid breed. You can relate.

Nightwing sighs. "Alright, okay. I won't say anything. Make sure he doesn't bleed out. If anything changes, call me on his phone."

"I will. Thank you for helping him."

"What I'm here for," Nightwing says, and he sounds like he means it. "Hood?"

"'M fine, Wing. Go home to your girl."

"Ahem. Right. Good night."

The window creaks and then it's just you and Hood. You make yourself comfortable on the floor next to the couch, blindfold still on. You don't mind the dark. Touching Hood, you feel safe.

"Red?"

"Hmm?"

"Oh. Thought you were asleep."

"No, but Wing's lecture had me gettin' there." He squeezes your hand. "Y'okay?"

"Yes."

You lace your fingers together. Hood's hand is cold. You hold it close and try to warm it up.

"Take that off," he says. "I'll put the helmet on."

"Don't be an idiot. You'll jostle your stitches."

"Bossy, bossy..."

You sigh. "Red, whatever you did tonight—"

"Y'know I won't let anything happen to you, right?" he says. "Right?"

"What if you'd died tonight, Hood?"

You eyes are damp. He squeezes your hand again.

"I wouldn't. Not goin' anywhere."

"You have no control over that, and making such promises is outrageous. Why wouldn't you get proper medical attention?" you ask.

"'Cause that requires Batman, and he and I had a tiff."

"A tiff."

"Mmhm."

It sounds like more than that, but you drop it.

"Red, I was so worried."

"Smarty, th' others would take care of ya if anything hap—"

"I was worried about you! I was worried you weren't coming back, Red."

Silence.

"I... I care about you. I mean, yeah, I care about the case, and I wanna bring in the bad guys, but shit, Red. Not at your expense."

He lets go of your hand. Then, a finger dances across your cheek. You gasp.

"Y'really trust me, huh?" he asks quietly.

"Of course." You swallow. "Hood, of course I trust you."

"Shit." A thumb on your lip. "Shit, smarty pie. Why y'trust me so easy?"

His accent is thick with exhaustion. You love it.

"You have a nice voice," you say unthinkingly.

"Goddamnit." He huffs. "You gotta go t'bed, sweetheart."

Your heart pounds. "Why?"

"'Cause otherwise I'm gonna kiss ya. And this whole thing is gonna go t'shit. And you're my favorite reporter."

You lean in. "Red—"

"No." He catches your cheek with his hand. "Bad reporter. Breach a' ethics."

"I'll let you," you say. "Do it, I won't stop you."

"This is the adrenaline talkin'. You were scared, that's why."

You shake your head. You've never been more sure of anything. But you have to make sure that he's sure.

You grab his wrist. "Are you thinking clearly? Are you high?"

"Wing gave me one painkiller, sweet. Takes at least three t'knock me out."

And that weighs you down for a moment, remembering that Hood isn't what you thought he was. He isn't a villain. He's a man who's known unfathomable amounts of pain. He's a man who's killed men. Who'd kill for you.

A man made of flesh and blood and scars and dark curls and a warm, warm neck and... and...

"Shit," Hood says.

And then he kisses you. For a second. Then he pulls back.

"Sorry," he whispers against your mouth. "Sorry, I—"

"No."

You pull him back, cupping the back of his neck. He makes a tiny noise. You start to speak, to worry, but Hood keeps you still with a hand on your arm.

His mouth is hot, a little uncoordinated, but sweet all the same. You're careful to follow his lead. His lips are chapped. He has a little scruff; you stroke his face. It suits him. Anything would.

You cannot turn away from this. From him. That is certain.

You pull away for breath and so you don't undo Nightwing's hard work. You listen to Hood's harsh breathing, pleased that you're the reason for it.

"Wait," he says. "Wait, l-lemme—"

Hood starts to pull off your blindfold. You grab it instantly.

"Red, no. Don't show me just because we kissed."

"But y'don't-don't even know what I look like. How d'you know I'm somebody y'wanna kiss?"

"Because I do. And I will kiss you in the dark for as long as you want me to. Don't do it just because you're afraid of losing me otherwise."

He draws circles on your cheek with his thumb. "Trusting me like that 's crazier than anything I've done, smarty."

"Well, don't we make quite the pair?"

"What, crazy?"

You smile. "I was thinking brave. But it is a fine line."

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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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Hello! Sorry I’ve been putting a lot of asks. You can feel free to push this one later. I just wanted to submit this ask while I still remembered this idea. A while ago I read your post about Optimus Prime with a daughter who was his exact opposite, and I loved that one! So may I request a similar idea with TFP Ratchet? Like TFP Ratchet with a daughter bot Buddy who is his exact opposite. Like who had a gentle and sweet and that “Does it hurt here? Aww, you poor thing” “Hey you are doing so much better! Aww! Great job” type of classic cartoon nurse personality, as well as the classic “I love these little creatures! Can we keep them? Father pleaaase?” type of little girl personality (probably to the humans, to Ratchet’s dismey). And she also looked up to Arcee a lot. Like, A LOT! Her absolute idol! she would want to copy every way Arcee talk and behave (even the bad examples)(much to Ratchet’s dismay) and copying the way Arcee battle too. And thanks to Arcee she now wished she could join the battlefield and do all these wonderful cool and dangerous things too! (Once again, much to Ratchet’s dismey)

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Give Ratchet a child!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet with a daughter who has the exact opposite personality to his own

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy was originally a sparkling from a dear friend of Ratchet and Orion Pax’s.

Their caregiver was an extremely pacifistic bot who wanted nothing more than peace on Cybertron. But once in a while the caregiver would join a rally with Pax and Ratchet. They believed in change and agreed something needed to be done.

They sadly passed away from natural causes one day when they dropped Buddy off at his clinic to pick up some rust sticks for Buddy. The two friends were devastated hearing the news while the sparkling was happily playing around with her toys.

Their caregiver had placed Ratchet as the primary care giver if anything should happen, Orion was to be the sparkling godparent.

Ratchet took on the new duties immediately.

It was the least he could do for his friend and the sparkling.

Ratchet made sure to let the sparkling know what happened to their caregiver when they were older.

“And that’s the story.”--Ratchet

“So, they’re really gone then?”--Buddy

“Yes…”--Ratchet

“…Does that mean I can’t tell bots you’re my caregiver?”--Buddy

“What?”--Ratchet

“I mean, you take care of me, you feed me, you help me with stuff I don’t know, you helped me choosing my alt mode, you let me rant when things get too much, and you love me… right?”--Buddy

“Of course, I do!”--Ratchet

“Then?”--Buddy

“…I am…I…”--Ratchet

“You don’t have to say it if you aren’t ready. I love you, you take your time.”--Buddy

“… I love you, Buddy. I love you, my sparkling.”--Ratchet

“To Luna 1 and back?”--Buddy

“To Luna 1 and back.”--Ratchet

The sparkling grew up with a peculiar personality contrasting his.

She wasn’t as sarcastic as he was. If fact it was rare to hear her say sarcastic things. Buddy rather expressed herself open when she could.

“Hi Arcee! Hi Cliffjumper! How was patrol this evening?”--Buddy

“It was fine. Not a Con in sight.”--Arcee

“And too bad too. We would have knocked out their processors out right away!”--Cliffjumper

“Any wounds today? Dents? Dinges? Scratches?”--Buddy

“Yeah I think some of the gravel clipped my servos.”--Cliffjumper

“Oh! Let me!—”--Buddy

“He was joking Buddy.”—Arcee

“Oh…”--Buddy

“…But I do have some cool looking rocks to add to your collection.”—Cliffjumper

“Really! Awesome! Let me go get my collection right now!”—Buddy

“Nice save.”--Arcee

“No thanks to you ‘Cee.”--Cliffjumper

She was a very sensitive individual and extremely empathetic in nature. Just like her former Caregiver, a near perfect image of them.

That being said, Buddy did pick up some of Ratchet’s habits.

Sleep schedule? Never heard of them.

Perfectionist? Absolutely.

Think highly of a certain bot? Yes, but not the same one.

Buddy cleaning some of the medical equipment.

Bumblebee coming out from his habsuite.

“Beep beop! (Morning Buddy!)”--Bumblebee

“Morning? But it was just—oh! God morning Bumblebee!”--Buddy

“Beep… bep bep bop? (Buddy… how many hours did you sleep?)”--Bumblebee

“… So, are you going to pick up Raf today?”--Buddy

“Bep beep (Like Daughter like Father)”--Bumblebee

“Hey!”--Buddy

“Bep bop? (Am I wrong?)”--Bumblebee

“…No…”--Buddy

Buddy stayed by Ratchet’s side through the thick and thin as his nurse. It seemed like the best role for Buddy to play. They did get taught by the very best anyways.

The kids for the longest time thought that Buddy was simply a student to Ratchet.

“Hey Buddy, do you have parents?”--Miko

“Miko!”--Jack

“What it’s a valid question.”--Miko

“Umm… I’m confused. You know him already.”--Buddy

“Wait your parent is one of the bots on the Team?”--Raf

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Buddy

“Who is it! I bet its Optimus!”--Miko

“Actually, he is my godparent as you’d say it on Earth.”--Buddy

“Then who?”--Raf

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“RATCHET!?”--Miko

“What’s wrong?!”--Ratchet

“You’re Buddy’s dad!?”--Miko

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Ratchet

“That’s what I said!”--Buddy

“But how—I want a Cybertronain DNA test, cause there is no way sweety Buddy is related to salty you.”--Miko

“I’m actually adopted Miko.”--Buddy

“Oh?”--Miko

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t my daughter, Buddy.”--ratchet

“And that doesn’t mean you aren’t my father Ratchet.”--Buddy

“Wow…”--Jack

“This is too cute I’m going to go puke.”--Miko

“And you ruined it.”--Jack

This clears a lot of things for the humans.

Buddy was the eldest of the youngest group on Team Prime. She took her job as big sister seriously with Bumblebee and later with Smokescreen. She made sure to always be there for them in any way she could figure out was necessary.

The two bots enjoyed having someone have their backs and fixing them when they came back from patrol.

“Hey Smokes’, you’re doing amazing there.”--Buddy

“Really?”--Smokescreen

“Yeah, just a bit longer and you’ll be on your pedes in no time!”--Buddy

“Yeah!”--Smokescreen

“Then you can start the physical therapy.”--Buddy

“Can I skip that?”--Smokescreen

“Did I studder?”—Buddy

CRUNCH!

Bumblebee accidentally crushed a tool with his pede.

“Bee… Honeybee… I needed that.”--Buddy

Ratchet on the other side of the base.

“…I suddenly feel proud for some reason?”--Ratchet

Like Ratchet Buddy looked up to certain teammates.

While Ratchet looked up to Optimus, Buddy looked up to Arcee.

Buddy saw a hero and great friend in Arcee.

A part of Buddy, like Ratchet, wished she could do more to help the team. When she saw Arcee sparring and hearing the retellings of her stories, she could only imagine doing the stuff Arcee could do.

“Then what happened?”--Buddy

“That’s when me and Cliff went into the groundbridge while Shockwave shot at us with his canon.”--Arcee

“I remember hearing that cliff was knocked unconscious when he went into the portal. What did you do to Shockwave?”—Buddy

“Are you sure you want to know?”--Arcee

“Absolutely!”--Buddy

“Heh…I shot the Cyclops right in that giant optic of his! He fell straight back to Cybertron with a BANG!”--Arcee

“COOL!”—Buddy

“Please don’t influence my child.”--Ratchet

“No promises.”--Arcee

“Yeah, no promises!”--Buddy

“…Maybe you were right…”--Arcee

Ratchet just hopes that Buddy doesn’t follow Arcee exactly.

He is too old for these jump scares.

And its not like Buddy would go into battle with nothing more than their med kit for Arcee alone, right?

Right?

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