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mainstreamangel · 15 days ago

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A Kate Martin X fem!reader where Kate in the middle of a game against LA Sparks was running after the ball to save it but ends up falling on a famous actress who was sitting courtside and as she gets up and apologizes she realizes who she fell on and couldn't hide her reaction at the time. At the end of the game, after the Valkyries' victory, Kate and the actress take some pictures together and talk a little 😏

-ˋˏ ༻ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ༺ ˎˊ-

summary - in attempt to save a ball, kate ends up saving something else.

warning(s): none

a/n: hbd money martin 💋 / might do a pt2 if y’all want

˚₊‧꒰ა . —— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ —— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you had some free time on your hands so you schedule yourself time to attend a nearby basketball game. That day, the los angeles sparks would go against the golden state valkyries.

as a public figure and many producers trying to get you to act in their movies, you were a busy woman. from promos to producers promising high rates, you rarely had time for yourself.

being a fan of basketball for a while, you were due to attend a game anyway.

of course as a certified girl kisser, you had favourite basketball players, one in particular—kate martin. the big two zero.

you were always particular to blondes. a bunch of your previous relationships consisted of blonde girls—a few non-blondes but a good chunk.

you had paid for court-side seats because you hoped to interact with kate.

˚₊‧꒰ა . —— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ —— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you showed up on game day, to the arena, in a comfortable outfit. some might call it an ‘adam sandler outfit’

your manager might complain later that you should be ‘more presentable’ while in the public eye, but you were determined to show kate—er…. the public, your ‘idgaf’ outfit.

you had sunglasses on top of your head and you looked around the packed arena. there was a lot of purple in the stands as the bay area don’t play about their teams.

it was loud for sure, perhaps frightening, but you were used to the noise. of course the moment you stepped in the arena, fans of all ages pulled out their phones making posts about it—some brave enough to interact. the asked for pictures, autographs, you name it.

someone even asked you to sign their arm for a tattoo. you were extremely grateful for your loving fans and concentrated heavily while doing so. the sharpie glided smoothly against their skin as you slowly sign your signature, making sure to avoid smudging.

you interacted with your fans for a bit more, until the arena got loud again—signalling the players on the court.

you sit back down in your seat and sure enough you see a pretty blonde repping a black and purple gsv jersey. in bold—‘martin’ in white.

her back was turned as she practiced shooting from the corner. the ‘20’ stared back—mocking you as a way to say “im on her and you’re not”.

your eyes flutter as you look up. you watch as the screen pans to you—in that same ‘idgaf’ outfit—your name in a a title box and the word actress in small letters right under.

you smile curtly at the camera in front of you and blow a quick kiss. as you stare into the lens, you fail to notice kate staring at the screen above.

she had seen a few of your movies, yes. but to see you here at her game? unreal.

as she stares she lets out a yelp as she gets hit in the side. she forgot what she was supposed to be doing and gives an apologetic look to the rebounder.

“martin! focus.” her coach calls, finishing up with her co-coaches.

kate nods and takes one last look at the screen—at your bright smile and forces herself to lock in.

˚₊‧꒰ა . —— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ —— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

by third quarter the game was tight. 87-89 with the valkyries down by two. the game had your blood cold and your stomach was in knots with anticipation.

fans cheered for both teams but you silently cheered for her.

you watched as veronica burton passed kate the ball but with uncoordinated communication, kate caught sight of the ball bouncing past her at the last second. she broke apart from her defender and ran—diving for the ball.

unfortunately, diving for the ball meant diving into someone on the side. that someone? you. you watched her run toward you and when you realised she wasn’t stopping, your eyes widened as you turned—bracing for impact.

you let out a yelp as you fall out of your chair, your chair clanking loudly on the floor. your back is flat and a heavy weight is laying on top of you.

the crowd makes sounds as the camera films and replays the previous seconds.

“oh my gosh—are you alright?” kate asks, scrambling to her feet.

she holds out her hand and you laugh quietly at the interaction. you take her hand and pick up the ball by your feet.

“you know better to keep the ball in bounds, martin.” you tease, handing her the ball.

she sheepishly rubs the back of her neck with one hand, her other taking the basketball from your grasp. her cheeks rosy up a bit at your comment and she looks into your eyes.

��sorry about that—i guess i just wasn’t fast enough. listen, i uh—i’m a big fan of your movies and such.” she states nervously.

“thank you.”

“are you in town for a wh–“ kate gets cut off at a ref’s whistle.

“hey! we’re waiting!” they say as they give kate a look.

“sorry gotta play—you know basketball? cause i’m a basketball player.”

you laugh and push her slightly towards the waiting players. she looks down with a blush and reddens at the commenters.

“looks like actress [name] has caught the eye of number 20—kate martin. or rather, caught her body.”

the co-commenter laughs into their mic. “money martin winning on and off the court. what a delightful birthday present i would assume—meeting an actress as famous as [name].”

˚₊‧꒰ა . —— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ —— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

at the end of the game with the score tied 89-89, there was 15 seconds left on the clock. to put the valkyries up, kate knew what she had to do.

her teammate faked and stepped, passing the ball to kate. she ran from the basket, away from the crowd and planted her feet from the logo.

as she followed through with her movement, she felt the ball spin away from her and in the perfect arch, a clean swish—a clean basket.

the buzzer goes off and she turns—pointing at you.

you jolt up with the biggest smile and start cheering loudly. kate gets tackled by her teammates and she feels her whole body shake with relief.

the girls do their handshake ritual—all for proper sportsmanship but the moment kate pulls her hand away from the last player, she walks off. she ignores her teammates, some fans—instead saying ‘let me get back to you’ and walks up to your joyful figure.

“congrats martin.” you shove your slightly sweaty hands into your pocket and glance at her.

“uh yeah thanks. means a lot that you were here to witness greatness.” she jokes.

“cocky much?”

“little too much?” her expression drops to an anxious one.

“nah, it was perfect.” you say scrunching your nose a bit.

“listen i know you’re probably busy and might need to leave soon but can i get a picture? im a huge fan. and i’m sorry also for… well, falling on you.” she says apologetically.

you laugh and nod. you pull out your phone and bring her close. you can feel the heat of her body radiating off of her and heat up at the proximity.

you flash your picture perfect smile and kate gives a cheeky one in return. snapping the button, the camera clicks and captures the perfect picture.

“i could’ve done it on my phone—since i asked you for it.” kate says as she pulls away.

you shrug. “yeah, but then i wouldn’t have an excuse to get your number.”

you stick your hand out, gesturing for her to give you her phone.

kate blushes and stumbles a bit trying to fish her phone out of her shorts. handing it over, you quickly type in your number and send a quick text so your phone can save it. you hand the phone back and look back at her.

“since you asked for a picture and you did fall on me the least you could do is let me take you out to dinner. at least to work it out you know? no bad blood with me.” you tease.

kate’s smile turns wider as she nods. “ok! yeah! sure!” she can hardly contain her excitement.

“alright i’ll text you. i gotta run but congrats on the win.”

“yeah ok!” kate nods as she feels you give her a quick hug. she hugs you back tightly and places her chin on your shoulder. her frame engulfs you and you flutter your eyes as you stare into a “secret” not so secret camera in the distance.

you wink at the lens as kate’s back is facing the camera.

you let go and give an innocent smile.

“see you later—and happy birthday, love.” you grab her hand and place a soft kiss on her skin.

you turn and leave, waving to some lingering fans and take a few pictures—few autographs on the way out.

kate stands with her phone in both her hands as she watches you disappear. one of her teammates comes behind her and whistles lowly, scaring kate.

“alright you got game—don’t fumble the [name]. please.” she says taking a sip of her water.

“i won’t. but she’s gonna kill me.” she says mumbling to the distance.

“you’re whipped.”

“stop.”

“no.”

her teammate walked off and kate smiled as she felt her phone ping.

[picture of you and her, courtside at her game]

happy birthday, lovely! ;)

dinner tomorrow night at mine? pasta’s on the table.

kate smiled and hearted the image of you two, quickly saving it to her camera roll.

yum! sounds good.

just let me know the time and address.

kate smiled bigger when she saw you like her message.

“oo pasta.” tiffany hayes says peeking over kate’s shoulder.

“hey!” kate quickly closes her phone and spins around to meet her teammate’s eyes.

“stalker much?” kate comments.

“sorry just seeing that you got a DATE with the [name]. only one of the most important and famous actresses in the industry. if anything, you’re one lucky girl birthday girl.” she finishes before walking off.

kate smirks and looks into a nearby camera—mouthing: “the birthday girl is coming for her.”

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 15 days ago

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Can you do a platonic Optimus x cybertronian reader, who is an Autobot and Megatron's sparkling? Like reader used to support their father in the beginning, but when Megatron got off the roads and became the tyrannical warlord, reader decided to leave and become an Autobot. Despite having supported Autobots from the start and having Optimus's full trust, because of reader's relation to Megatron, reader had received a lot of mistrust in the Autobot ranks. This sometimes causes reader to feel alone and down. On Earth things are a bit better, but maybe one night reader feels down and misses the old days, and Optimus is there to comfort them?

☆ "NO PLACE FOR ME IS HOME" — [TFP] Optimus Prime

oh anon, you just want to make me shed tears and IM HERE FOR IT. this is going to be so tragic.

scenario: you consider yourself Megatron's… protegé but that's all that you wish you were to Megatron but at least you have Prime comfort you

warning: angst and pain, fatherly issues

You hate it. You hate it so much when the memories of who he once was floods back into your helm— It happens every single time the two of you make optic contact, Megatron is quick to look away first. He never acknowledges you in a confrontation, ever. The warlord tsks and walks away quietly, it's uncharacteristic of him but… you'd really rather not talk to him either. Your spark aches when you think of what's become of him. You can see the bitterness in his optics when you're in his peripheral, it's not the typical rage and hate. No. It's...

Sadness.

He misses you too. Maybe. You're not so sure. He isn't like how you used to know him.

With your knees tucked to your chassis, servos holding them tight against you, you sit at the top of the base. The somber night sky somehow makes this all the more nostalgic as you think of times when things were different..

The day you first met him.

The day your life changed.

“Uh… hi!!!”

The gladiator had just been done with another match, the precipitation and energon stains fresh on his frame— He will need to get to his sad excuse of a living quarters to clean himself properly. But he stops right in his tracks as the voice catches his attention, another fan? Megatronus prepares himself. He looks around, he doesn't see anyone and his optical ridges furrow in confusion. Was he hearing things? What's happening? The voice was somewhat high pitched and squeaky. Meanwhile, his new, tiny little fan was waiting there for their idol to see them.

“..here! Down here!”

That catches his attention and his optics immediately dart down. He sees you, a little bot, azure optics so bright that Megatronus might be able to use you as a lantern. Though, he is surprised to see a sparkling here, especially during this hour at Kaon of all cities.

“What are you doing here, little one?” He asks with concern, stooping down to your level as he observes you in curiosity. Megatronus’ warm blue optics meet yours and the little you couldnt help but feel slightly intimidated.

“Uhm.. I was here to just tell you that… that I really liked your match today.”

Your words make his derma curve up into a soft smile, such genuine sincerity he found so endearing but then it struck him. What in the name of Primus was a sparkling doing watching Gladiatorial Combat? You're supposed to be at the nursery! Learning how to… judging by your alt mode, mine by some soulless teacher before being thrown into this pit of misery.

“Are you not a little too young to watch such violence, little one? Where are your caretakers?” He asks, lowering himself better to look at you optic-to-optic, his faceplates turned into a mix of curiosity, concern and care.

“More importantly, what are you doing in the mining sector?” The gladiator tilts his helm in intrigue.

His question clearly catches you off-guard and you look at him surprised. As if there was something he didn't know happening.

“Eh… you- you don't know?” You ask, not really sure how to spill it to him. Since he was rather popular, you thought he would know the new mining policy changes.

“Know what?” He raises an optical ridge in curiosity, he keeps the aggression in his tone to a minimum even if he was getting impatient, continuing to squat down to your level in order to converse with you. Clearly, the gladiator isn't used to talking to sparklings.

“Well,” You think for a moment on how to explain this, trying to recall the explanation that supervisor bot told you. “The Senate said that they're low on energon so they said that they're going to take us out of nurseries much earlier!”

You have a smile on your face as you say this and Megatronus’ azure optics widen in shock. “Tomorrow is my first day! I hope it goes well.

The blind, innocent naivety in your big blue optics and precious little smile makes his spark ache— you have no idea what's coming for you. At all. Your smile drops a bit when you see the disgust, anger and shock in his optics. How could they be so cruel? To condemn such helpless little things to the Pits before they even know what the world around them is like. This wasn't even cruel, it was evil, vile. And the worst part is, your young little processor can't seem to realize that. Megatronus is speechless as he rises up, continuing to look down at you in… sympathy? Pity? There's a sadness in his EM field.

“Is… Is everything okay?” You're craning your little help up to look at him, you need to take a step back to see his face and he has the most sympathetic look one could ever muster up for a newly-built in your situation.

“No, no. It's… it's fine.” He snaps out of his train of thought with a sharp ex-vent, looking back at your tiny little frame. And he comes to a daunting conclusion.

There's no way you'll make it in the mines.

Now, Megatronus isn't particularly a kind mech. Not really. He'll help so long as it doesn't inconvenience him in any way. But this? He wasn't a monster. He wasn't evil. He wasn't going to leave a helpless little sparkling in the middle of Kaon (of all places), Cybertron's infamous crime capital. Who knows who else you'll run into? The gladiatorial sponsors? Criminal T-Cog harvesters? Smugglers? Slavers?

“You know, little ones like you will need someone to escort you back to your living space.” Megatronus offers, looking down at you. He remembers when he was sent to the mines, albeit much older than you are now. The idea that you, someone so young will have to endure what he went through at such a fragile age hurts his spark inexplicably.

“Whats a living space?” Megatronus pauses, he looks baffled. Leaning down to face you once more.

“...you don't have a designated living space?”

“No. They just dropped us off here and left.”

He knew The Senate was vile but this— this was ridiculous even for them. The anger bubbling in him is near a boiling point upon hearing your story. One day, little ones like you will get their justice.

Megatronus would assure that.

“Fine. Would you… Like to stay with me in the meanwhile?”

The beaming on your face, the wide smile. It was far too precious to be here, in Kaon. It melts his spark in a way nothing has.

But what the two of you didn't know was that it would become permanent. Your time with Megatronus is something you constantly cherish, you look back at it with bittersweet nostalgia. The fondness of… What was that word Miko used for her masculine parent? Ah, yes. Father. Megatronus was like your own ‘father’ in every sense of the word.

You look back fondly at every single moment you had with Megatronus, no matter how you used to feel about it when those events were the present— how he comforted you after nearly getting terminated in your first cave-in, the way he used a majority of his earnings from gladiatorial combat to pay a medic to repair you, the way he would teach you about literature and poetry… and most importantly, how to defend yourself.

You remember how long you had begged him to teach you how to be a gladiator, so you too, could be a star at the face of a crowd. Just like he was. He taught you the combat part, every fighting style he knew but forbade you from ever entering the arena. You were definitely displeased about that for a long time. You were so young and reckless, he constantly spoke of how he saw himself in you but that only made you feel proud of yourself.

You'd always put Megatronus on a pedestal looking back at it. He was the one that showed you what it meant to be alive, that your life was more than your alt. mode and what the Senate dictates for you— He taught you the idea of his revolution, ingrained it into your processor. But he never let you attend any of the rallies or protests, he didn't want you to get tangled with the brutal law enforcers of Kaon.

Then, the day that ruined it all.

That day, The Senate hearing— Orion Pax, an archivist was given the honor, the title of Prime and the Matrix of Leadership with it. You'd known Orion Pax as a friend of Megatronus’, a polite and timid mech. He'd always speak to you fondly, considering Megatronus took you as his own. But that day, the Megatronus you knew was cracking. Was it envy? Pride? Ego? Arrogance? He believed it was him that was better suited, it ate up his helm and it morphed him into something you couldn't recognize.

You remember. The violence was something you were used to, being raised by a gladiator and often sneaking to see Megatronus’ fights despite his disapproval when you were but a sparkling. However, this was a different sort of violence— Senseless. At first you'd agreed. Only because he, the newly named Megatron, seemed to see violence as the only resort to uproot the current system. And you agreed, and so you served.

Your association with the Decepticons was short lived but that was enough to see his spiral, you couldn't do anything but helplessly watch the mech that taught you about the world begin to tear it down himself. It started off with targeting senators and snowballed into mercilessly killing anyone that disagreed.

“Those who are not with us are against us.” You remember him snarling out before giving the order to shoot down neutral ships after you tried your hardest to dissuade him. Senseless killing. It's what made you realize that the warm concern of Megatronus had been erased by the sweltering hate of Megatron.

And every time you look into his crimson optics, you're reminded of that.

After that whole Optimus losing his memories fiasco, it did nothing more than to serve as a bitter reminder of what all you lost, reopening old wounds painfully. You don't regret joining the Autobots, Optimus made it sure you were welcome— As kind and gentle as always, although no longer the timid Orion. At least some things stay the same.

You continue to stare out into the sky with a blank face, failing to take note of the approaching and concerned Prime. You've been coming up here a lot more often ever since Megatron came to Earth, Optimus has decided it's time to have a chat with you.

The fact that you haven't recognized his presence tells him you're deep in thought, usually the sounds of his pede-steps is enough for you to turn to look at him with a ghost of a smile. You were an… aggressive Autobot to say the least but Optimus never blames you, you were only ever surrounded by violence when growing— The important part is that you try your best to reject it from taking over you, trying to be better than all you've seen.

It isn't until you hear the shifting noises of Optimus taking a seat next to you that you realize he's here, and realize that your optics are glossy with coolant. Your optics shutter with a sharp ex-vent, a quick effort to get the excess coolant away before turning to face him. But before you could really ask him, he started to speak.

“Earth is beautiful.” He says as his optics take in the sight of the night sky. The town of Jasper is still kilometers away, the stars illuminating the sky— Another bittersweet memory of how Megatronus used to teach you about Cybertron’s stars and moons while laying down on your backs at the open airs of Lithium Flats.

“It is.” Your admission is uncharacterically soft. It makes Optimus smile slightly.

“You've been spending a lot of time up here recently, [name

].” His voice is soothing, concerned. While he sounds nothing like Megatronus, the concern from Optimus is just as warm and inviting.

“...I like star gazing.” Your tone goes quiet, optics averted from his for a moment. But it's enough for Optimus to know that there's more than meets the eye. But for now, he won't prod.

“I understand. Unfortunately I am not very familiar with the stars of this system but they look, as the humans would say ‘breath taking’.” Optimus replies as he looks back into the sky, the two of you sitting there in a somber silence— an understanding silence. You gently lean your helm against his shoulder plating with a sigh, pressing your knees further against your chassis. He says nothing but knows what to do, his servo gently pats your pauldron, providing you more support as you lean against his shoulder.

“...I miss him. Primus, I miss him.”

Your vocalizer breaks slightly, Optimus takes a deep in-vent and sighs.

“As do I, [name

]. As do I.” His tone sounds tired and he is, this war has been chipping away at their sparks and Megatron grows more deranged as the conflict prolongs. But he will not openly display his exhaustion, Optimus had to keep up a strong front.

He sees his old friend, Megatronus within you. Your personality is a spitting image— aggressive but not cruel; kind and empathetic, intolerant to the injustices faced by others and yourself. Optimus looks at you, continuing to provide you comfort, one he can tell you desperately need.

“We have tried, tried our best to bring him back. But,” The Prime speaks almost like it hurts him to say this to you, a gentle night breeze against both your frames. It's chilly, an enjoyable atmosphere if it weren't for the heaviness of the subject.

“He is far gone. Far past saving.”

You know that.

You know that very well.

“I know that but.. that,” The words are stuck in your vocalizer, unable to get them out. “...doesn't mean I like it.”

Optimus knows you're an Autobot and this is proof of it. Autobots value lives, even if it is someone as deranged as Megatron. This doesn't make you any sort of traitor to their faction, even if the others have their doubts when you speak of the young Megatronus with so much reverence or how you call out Ratchet when he gives a biased explanation of the war. But, what concerns Optimus is how you cling onto the ghost of who Megatron once was.

And he fears Megatron may stoop as low as to use it against you.

Optimus continues to understand you and provide you with his warm embrace, the gentleness of his tone never changing.

“I cannot guarantee that it will be better,” He says, almost quietly. “But I want you to remember that your Autobots are always here with you.” The mention of the others makes a small tension in your frame, he can feel the hesitance from your EM field. It makes him look at you curiously.

“They.. don't really think of me as one of them.” You admit what's been on your processor for years. You've always felt like a by-stander, someone they brought in to help. Almost as if you were hired but without any real payment. You cannot connect with them, they weren't raised like you nor do they have any fond experiences with anything associated with the name Megatron.

“Maybe.. I just don't feel like one of them.”

You say, it might be your misinterpretation. Who knows? But it's been like this since you've joined the faction. Optimus looks at you curiously, he's intrigued to understand how your processor works, to see what makes you think this way.

“To me, you are an Autobot.”

“Of course I am to you, Prime but that… isn't quite the same.” You smile a bit at Optimus’ attempt to soothe you as he just blinks.

“You’ve known me since I was about this big.” You raise your servo from your knee and lower it down to show how tall you were as a sparkling. Optimus hums, you had a point there.

Optimus always saw hope in you. You might've been working for Megatron but you were raised by Megatronus. Every single encounter, Prime always tried his best to persuade you into seeing the evil of Megatron’s ways. He knows it would take time, Megatronus was your everything— caretaker, mentor, teacher— father.

But that was Megatronus, not Megatron.

“You were able to reform, redeem yourself. You were able to see that freedom is the right of all sentient beings despite being surrounded by those who think otherwise your entire life.” Optimus says with a serious tone, as if he needs you to understand just how important what you did was— You were proof that Decepticons could be redeemed, that they were not all lost.

You gave Optimus hope.

So to see you so hopeless was unacceptable.

“Yes but that.. that doesn't change what I've done and what I… lost.” Your voice is even quieter than before, as if you're afraid to say it out loud. Remembering what you've done under Megatron, how you helped him. A complicit part of the Decepticon uprising and movement in the early days, you helped propel the movement to please your spiraling father, only to hope it would make him feel somewhat better.

Your love was what blinded you.

But that's not how Prime sees it.

He looks at you confused and curious. Blue optics fixated onto your face as he captures how you seem to sulk with gloom. Optimus doesn't understand why you would think that, you were young and under Megatron’s care— helpless to Megatron’s whims. You would've done what you did one way or another.

“But you are another victim of Megatron.”

You couldn't keep it together anymore when he says what you've been trying to deny, trying to make it seem like it wasn't for so, so very long. You let out quiet sobs as you lean against his servo even harder, your own servos clinging onto it as coolant tears trickle down your faceplates.

Optimus doesn't intervene. The Prime knows you need this, he gently pats your shoulder plating as he allows you to cling onto him like a lifeline, pouring your sorrows and coolant tears onto his plating. He will let you take your sorrows out, he won't say a word unless you need him to.

Optimus had you now. Megatronus was long gone but in his place, you now had Optimus.

Even if it wasn't the same.

bonus:

how you feel when you see Megatron and Optimus fight

#transformers #cybertronian reader #transformers x reader #reader insert #optimus prime x reader #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus #tf prime #transformers prime #tfp #optimus prime #tfp megatronus #megatronus was actually a pretty good dad #he was paying bills working two jobs and raising a kid #he adopted you off the street #orion used to babysit you sometimes #but you kinda thought he was lame because megatronus was cooler in your optics #optimus adopts you after you leave the decepticons #MEGATRON DOESNT THINK YOU LEFT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO THOUGH #he thinks you left because optimus manipulated you and turned you against him #a lot of drama #I know the word is 'sire' but like I thought it would be more meaningful if reader was adopted instead #just to show how megatronus was genuinely an empathetic person #plus i can't see him being so reckless as to spark some bot up when he's literally struggling to pay the bills #I can imagine reader and Megatron having a one on one fight and it's the most tragic shit ever #for castlevania fans: Dracula & Alucard core #DO YOU SEE MY VISION???#IMAGINE THE WHOLE “i'm killing my boy” SCENE WITH MEGATRON AND READER #GRRRRR ITS EATING MY HEAD

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