#look; I'm tired as fuck and still reeling from the reveal my friend made

[soundcrusher]

Okay

OKAY!

Okay...

So... I'm watching Armada with a friend, and we're at the last stretch. Specifically, we just finished the episode where Sideways reveals himself to be an avatar of Unicron/Unicron himself, and my friend's like: "Wouldn't that mean Nitro is Unicron's kid?" And I'm just like: "....wait.... WAIT!.... *soundcrusher.exe has stopped working*"

Because, it does!? (If I'm not working in another friend's story/universe and just with what the show gives me.)

And I'm just like... my mind was pretty much blown wide open.

'Cus.... yeah? That was a thing that happened, I guess...

I mean, does this look like the face of something related to Unicron!?

They also pointed out how funny my wife loving depiction of Sideways is with this fact. XD

My man Blurr could have single handedly stopped all of this shit. (Just joking.)

God, if I had a nickel for every time I accidentally made a god have a kid. I mean, I would habe two nickels, but it's still weird that it happened twice...

[neo-culture-mafia]

III.

(TW // MENTIONS OF DEATH)

Girl, I know you love me

Even though your parents

They don't fucking trust me

Typical story of good girl meets bad boy. You were working at an ice cream parlor when he walked in. You didn't know he would change your life forever.

He held so much command and power in his walk. His presence demanded respect. Yet, the rowdy group of boys he was with made him seem just a little more approachable.

"Hello, welcome to ___ ____ ice cream shoppe. What can we get started for you today?" Your coworker smiled, his gaze still stuck on you. Your body was situated behind your coworker and to the side where you were refilling some toppings. You tried to turn away and keep to yourself, but you felt his line of vision blow holes into your back.

"Can I please have 6 chocolate sundaes and 1 peach shaved ice?" His voice was like liquor. It was warm yet made you a little tipsy in the head.

"Of course, ₩19,500 please." His hand reached out. A black card being dangled in his fingertips. "We will get those out to you as quick as we can." She smiled as she returned his card.

The group sat down at a large table. The shoppe was still bare for a hot summer night. The quietness made it that more enjoyable.

You pretended to wipe down the corner as you couldn't help googly eyes toward the boy who sat at the head of the group's table. He seemed like a natural leader. He had taken his jean jacket off to reveal a cuffed T-shirt with tattoo ink spilling out of the sleeves.

A red and black dragon laid on his arm, snaking up his bicep as if it was trying to introduce and make itself known. A sinister smirk laid on the face of the Beast you were taught to fear.

You left the counter and went over to your working coworker. You hit her arms and she groaned looked over to you. "They're apart of Neo Culture." You babbled and she looked at you as if you had grown 15 heads. "No way-" "Look at his tattoo." You whined quietly and you watched the fear grow into her eyes slowly.

"Oh my God." Her figure became stiff and you just stood there, afraid of moving wrongly.

"If I have to tell you guys to shut up one more time, I'm putting you all in the car and driving all the way back home." The boy's voice boomed through the small space and made your coworker drop her metal scoop and grabbed you to shield her.

All eyes were on her and you. "You guys okay?" One of the shorter boys asked and you nodded quickly. "More than okay. Perfect, actually. Absolutely wonderful." You nodded and they chuckled to themselves.

"Pull yourself together woman!" You scolded as you hit her arms again.

"Get them their desserts. Just...be calm." You said and she got back to a steady pace of work.

It was like an instant and she had all of them done and ready to go out. "I'm not doing it. The one who goes closest is the one who gets killed first." She said shoving you toward the tray.

You just rolled your eyes and picked it up quickly.

You walked around the corner and all of their chattering abruptly stopped once you approached silently.

"wow you were quiet." The tattoo'ed boy said with a chuckle. "I get that alot actually." Your laugh came out a little rushed. "Who had the shaved ice?" You asked and the boy with a pink tinged head of hair raised his hand. You handed it to him and passed out all the ice cream.

You were walking back when you thought you were home free. "Miss. You dropped this." You turned around and were met face to face with Mr. Liquor himself.

His hand held a piece of paper and you took it kindly. "Thank you so much." You smiled and you both turned and separated.

You watched as he walked back and put his coat back on. "y/l/n is gonna come any second." Your last name falling off his lips so suddenly and smoothly.

Some of the boys groaned as they all got up. As if on que, your dad walks through the front door of the shoppe.

"I said don't come back here, Mark." His smile fell once he saw the tattoo'ed boy. "I was just treating my boys to a sweet surprise. Nothing more, y/l/n." He raised his hands in defense.

"Why did you serve them?!" Your dad's anger was now being pointed towards you.

"Hey. Leave her out of it. She didn't know who we were." Mark's voice became more elevated and commanding as your dad's face grew more red. The heavy feeling of doing something wrong growing in your chest.

"Don't tell me how to speak to my daughter." Your dad's finger pointing in Mark's face. "Daughter?" He asked as if it was surprise. "This makes it even better." A cocky smirk replacing his stone cold glare.

"I told you to stay out, you and your flea-ridden gang." You've never heard your father use such harsh words towards another human. Your dad stepping close to Mark and the rest of his group. Yet, Mark didn't back down as he handed his ice cream to his friend.

"I didn't bring trouble this time. We've been paying our dues for a while now-" "That doesn't mean shit. I told you and your leader that I didn't want anyone of you coming in and messing with me or my business...or family." Your dad said coming around the counter to the register.

"We get it. We'll leave." They were headed out the door, Mark trailing his group when your dad had another slick comment. "You and your Neo Culture rats need to know your place. Might as well sell his land to another group." He said and you thought you could hear the rubber of Mark's shoes screech on the concrete.

He turned around, his friends continuing without him. Your dad knew he fucked up as the door slammed and Mark locked it.

"Excuse me?" He asked, sauntering over to the counter. "Wanna run that by me again?" He asked, his fingers motioning your frozen father to repeat his last words.

Mark had the coldest glare that could make the devil run in fear. "Say it with your chest...or not at all." He growled and gave one last look to you; a softness becoming apparent in his stare.

He unlocked the door and walked across the street to an all black SUV. Getting in, he sped away with a look of hatred to the shoppe.

Your father gulped loudly, still frozen in fear and shock.

"Don't get wound up in mafia drama, girls. It'll only make you lose sleep and safety." He grabbed a pint of ice cream and retreated to the back room.

Your hands unfolded the piece of paper in your hands and was met with neat handwriting.

'hope to see you here more often ;) -mark'

You know you shouldn't love me

Sneaking around with Mark was hard. From having him spend the night at your house without your parents knowledge to you sneaking back in right before your mom called for breakfast.

Mark taught you how to feel new emotions. Like guilt...and lust...and love.

"You need to find someone else." His words were hesitant as your fingers traced over his dragon tattoo for what felt like the millionth time.

You sat up, his arm coming from around you to behind his head. You looked down at him, his figure laid on your bedding so nicely.

"What?" Your voice was laced with confusion. "You know you shouldn't love me, y/n." His hand came up to put a piece of hair behind your ear.

"But I do." Your voice was soft and silky. "That's not just going to change because you say so, Mark." you reasoned as you turned to sit facing him.

It was your turn to now play and move his black hair out of his face. "It needs to though." He sat up along with you.

"no." Firmness was your only option at this point. "What?" His dumbfounded expression had you rethinking your approach.

"why do you want me to find someone else?" The question was met with a surprisingly clear answer. "I don't deserve you. You can do way better than me." His words were soft yet held a powerful blow.

"I'm only going to get you hurt-" you broke off his rambling with a kiss. He didn't hesitate...telling you all you needed to know.

"I'm in this with you. Not just because I'm bored." You said, barely backing away. He nodded, his eyes still trained on your lips.

"And really? You really thought I would listen to you? Find someone better? You're ridiculous."

Looking for God,

Put you Down on your knees,

I'm all what you want...but not what you need

"For God's sake just kill me already!" You screamed at the men who had taken you away from your happiness. It had been 4 days of agonizing torture of your freedom being stripped away like it was nothing.

The tears had been never ending as they teased you with death. At this point, it looked like the freedom you were craving.

"Please." You begged but the small group could only laugh.

The concrete corner of the room had become home to your broken and tired body. "We're not going to be killing anyone." One of them spoke from the small table. "Well, not you atleast." He waved you off.

"Then who?! You fucking-" "your little boy toy." The tears had dried up to your core. "no." Disbelief had washed over your body.

"now we found what gets to her." the three of them congratulated themselves with another shot of liquor.

"he should be coming any minute now, actually." "and he's gonna beat all of your asses." And as if on que, mark along with a couple of his fellow associates walked into the big concrete room.

"Mark!" You screamed even though he could see you as soon as he walked through the old door. He could only smile very small. "Okay you can release her now. Tie him up." The 3 words sent you reeling back into the corner so they couldn't touch your restraints.

They pulled at your body but you kicked and bit, screaming bloody murder to have them not take the zip ties off.

Then it was all over. All the kicking and the grabbing. Mark.

His soothing presence had calmed you down so quickly. "Come on, you need to get out of here." He pulled at you carefully. "And then me and you can go be together." You stated but he never met you with the confirmation you were craving.

"You need to leave, y/n." He hugged you once the zip ties were off. Your arms held onto him as if he was a god himself.

"you're coming with me." you stated but you felt the shaking in his chest.

"leave. y/n." he ordered, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you into reality. His puffy and red eyes told you that you would be leaving alone.

"I am not leave-leaving. I'm not leaving without you, Mark." You grabbed him equally as hard.

"This is reality, y/n. Only one of us can leave alive. That was the deal." He grabbed your face. "All. Or none." You countered.

"They don't care about you-" "tick tock." They spoke. You saw the two other associates sitting on their knees. They were muttering to themselves. Absorbed in self-reflection and asking any higher being to forgive them before their confirmed fate.

"but I do. And I am making sure you are leaving here alive." He started pulling you up. "it's meaningless without you-" "not time to be poetic and shit, y/n." He started pushing and pulling at you but you wouldn't budge and started fighting against him.

"30 seconds and nobody is leaving alive." The man barked. Tears started to fall from Mark's eyes. "Please. My dying wish. Please. Leave." He begged, grabbing your hands and trying to pull.

"no. Mark." You started slapping his hands.

"15."

He just stopped and stared at you. "I told you, Mark." You said calmly, grabbing his face. "I'm here with you." You smiled very weakly.

"5."

"and I'll be with you forever." the next moments were as if you were looking at you both from an aerial view. you were ripped away from eachother and kicked down to your knees.

"face eachother." you both moved quickly to see eachother's tear streaked faces.

"any last words?" you heard the click and felt the cool metal on your head.

this was it.

you weren't going to get your paycheck this week.

you were never going to see the new action movie with mark like you had planned.

no more lasted night snacks turning into early morning breakfasts.

you wouldn't exist in the next 5 minutes.

but you were okay. you were getting your wish.

your last waking moments were looking into the beautiful eyes of your soulmate. you were already in heaven.

"I'm sorry...and I love you." He choked and the eyes were rolling from the captors.

"You?" You felt a nudge from the metal and you could only open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. "I love you too. Please wait for me on the other side."

He sighed, nodding lowly and grabbing the man's barrel. He repositioned it from the side of his head to his crown. "Please make it quick." Mark swallowed his pride, seeing you tremble in fear from your death wish being granted. You were fucking insane...but he was happy he wasn't dying alone.

"please let her go to a happy place." was his last wish.

"for all the brothers we lost along the way, and for the ones that will be lost because of these deaths. we pay respect to you."

You took a deep breath and clenched your teeth for impact...it was all cold.

~~

You woke up in a huff, grabbing the sheets next to you. It was bare...yet warm.

"Mark?" You called out roughly. The warm sun streamed through your window in long rays.

"Mark?!" You called louder, getting out of the warm sheets and running out of the familiar feeling bedroom.

There he was. In the kitchen, making breakfast. "Oh look at sleeping beauty." His crisp white tee shirt and unscathed face had you reeling in disbelief. "It felt so real." You choked quietly.

"huh?" He looked at you with a face that would usually send you laughing.

"it was a dream?" The question had him suddenly putting down the cooking utensil. He only stood infront of you and looked at your confused face in adoration.

"we're okay." his voice sounded strained. He grabbed your hand, swallowing the lump in his throat, he had the guts to look in your eyes.

"we turned out okay in the end."