reformed gang member

Death’s Choice

I tried really hard to get my kid out of my neighborhood. When he was born, I made all the promises I’m sure my old man made to me when I was young.

You’re not gonna live like this.

You’re gonna be better than me.

You’re gonna be somebody.

But what does an eighteen year old know about getting anybody outta anywhere? I couldn’t even get myself out. Me and my girl lived in my mom’s basement while we tried to get our shit together for Abel’s sake, but it was never gonna work. She was younger than me, she didn’t want to be a mom, and she split when he was only a couple months old.

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This is a love story about a probably reformed homeless addict gang member and the martial arts teacher who gives him a job and a room. Once upon a time there was a martial arts teacher who hated getting sick so when it got cold he’d wear the same old patchy threadbare scarf every single day, inside and out, except when training and showering. One day his grumpy yet maddeningly hot lodger went out and bought a scarf, except he was too embarrassed to give it straightaway, and stuck it under his pillow instead. A few days later he finally worked up the nerve to shove it at the teacher and grumble “stop wearing that old thing, it’s falling apart.” The minute he left the room, the teacher snuggled down into the scarf and took a nice deep breath: the new scarf smelled just like his astonishingly attractive lodger.

I know we haven’t told you a lot about the humanformers!AU yet but I HAD THIS RIDICULOUSLY CUTE IDEA, SORRY.