Author's Notes:
Chapter one and two of this fic were written by "Lynn1998" on AO3, edited by RedoranReed.
Based on "game-set-match"
All chapters following chapter 2 are my own original work.
Here is the link to the original fic.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17336795?view_adult=true
"Break Bad" is also being posted on AO3 under my AO3 name "RedoranReed"
This fic is long, about 200,000 words long. Which is basically two novels. So, be prepared for a long journey if you wanna read this.
I'm very proud of it. As of right now it's reached 6,100 reads on AO3 and WattPad combined, and I hope you enjoy it.
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June 5th, 2:35Pm
Sometimes, Keith liked to do interesting things. They weren't always bad things, but they weren't always good either. The important thing was that it was always interesting. Like buying and driving a motorcycle, or riding down the highway with no destination in mind. Drinking early in the morning by himself with only his thoughts, and meeting up with strangers on the internet to smoke together. Getting tattoos and piercings on a whim, and even splurging on a good meal. Fun stuff. Stuff that drives his adoptive brother mad. Stuff he could do just because he could.
He wouldn't call himself an adrenaline junkie, but he'd definitely call himself a thrill seeker. The difference, he couldn't tell you. There were a lot of things he couldn't tell you. Where he came from, who his parents were, how he came as far in life as he had without a DUI or motorcycle accident. Nothing in his life was guaranteed, so he didn't necessarily try to guarantee he'll be in it for long.
"Y'know there's a lotta evidence that says those things will definitely cause cancer," Shiro said as Keith lit up a cigarette. Letting the breeze blow the smoke away from Shiro with flicks of rain.
"There's also an overwhelming amount of evidence that suggests this is all a simulation, and I could wake up in an infinite void of black at anytime," Keith responded with the death stick wiggling as he spoke.
"At least play along with the simulation," Shiro teased. Keith rolled his eyes and flicked his lighter off after successfully fueling his bad habit.
"I only smoke every once in a while," he defended, taking in another puff.
"Every once in a while has turned more into every day, Keith." He shrugged.
"I've been stressed."
"With what?"
Keith took a drag. "Life. The economy. The environment. Snapchat, Twitter, the moon falling down. Anything and everything."
Keith shrugged.
"You're telling me that in your cushioned life...you're stressed about the economy?" He questioned.
"If the parentals go down, I'm going down with them. Tattooing only pays my rent and utilities. Nothing else."
"So who pays for these?" Shiro tapped the cigarette in Keith's mouth, and Keith quickly pulled it away.
"Friends," he said vaguely.
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Break Bad
RomanceKeith was adopted into wealth. Lance was born into it. When they meet, Keith decides to teach the rich boy a few things about the real world, only to end up learning a few things himself. With both of them having homophobic parents, they struggle to...
