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"Christ, Max, I hope your communication skills improve before Michael is my age. I don't think the latest parenting books really advocate for giving a teenager the silent treatment when there's a learning opportunity at hand. Or is it safe to assume that you wouldn't treat your own kid this way? I understand, you know. A lot of my clients are like that. The politicians? They'd never touch a real kid, especially not their own. It's just not worth the scandal, not when there's always a bought and paid-for whore available, no questions asked."
That was it. That was the tipping point. Max's head snaps up, and he glares at Ash with a vitriol Ash has never seen on him before. He takes a half step closer to Ash, leaning in, and Ash instinctively braces himself for the incoming hands on his body.
"This, Ash! This is my problem!" Max screams. His voice doesn't quite break, but it's got the desperate, unsteady pitch that comes on near a vocal passaggio. "Have I really not made that clear to you by now?"
Max wasn't ready to parent a teenager, not yet. Sometimes he makes mistakes, and sometimes he's even forgiven.
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And—okay, wow, the food. Ash has never been too picky with his food, despite what Eiji might tell you. But if he'd known half of what Japanese cuisine can be when the rice isn't smothered in natto? Hell, screw the whole political drug scandal back in the States. Ash would have been here ages ago.
In a way, though, he's glad that he waited. He's not sure he would have enjoyed it as much even just a year sooner.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, Ash pinches at the flab that now protrudes well over his waistline.
He definitely wouldn't have been able to enjoy the food if he'd moved a year earlier.
Sometime in the not-all-that-distant future, Ash is chubby.
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There's an almost perverse satisfaction to this—entirely different than the perverse satisfaction that their new friend the Clubgoing Middle-Aged White Cisgender Wannabe-Dominant Man is seeking, of course, but still there.
After all, Ash gets front row seats to this spectacle. He gets to see firsthand Max's complete inability to remain calm and appropriately handle a situation that was commonplace for Ash by the time he was ten. It's funny.
Right up until the douchebag lumbers forward, reaching for Max to pull him into a very one sided kiss. It gets a lot less funny after that.
Before his hands can land on Max, Ash steps fully between the two of them, his pistol trained on the guy's brainless skull. "Wanna rethink that one for me, sweetheart?" Ash purrs.
With plans to scope out a nightclub that's reportedly been associated with Foxx, Ash and Max meet up at the bar of the club. Max finds himself several drinks in, and then finds himself in some trouble as well.
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With time, though, Ash learns to accept that implausible events are simply commonplace when Blanca is involved.
The way he saw Ash in that motel with the rope still around his wrists, and he didn't touch him. Or, well—Blanca touched him; he held him, but he didn't ...
Talk about implausible, right?
When all you've known is the dark, a flaming bag of shit looks a lot like a beacon.
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"... Max?" Ash asks, dropping his voice down to a whisper.
Max doesn't react. He's not even looking at Ash, and they haven't made eye contact.For a horrible moment, Ash sees a reflection of Griffin in Max's expression, and he fears the worst. Did Foxx somehow get Max with a dose of the banana fish drug? That's impossible, isn't it? When could it have happened? And why wouldn't Max show symptoms until now?
Ash must be missing some part of the—
And then he catches it. Well, more than one thing, really. First it's the slight twitch in one of Max's limp hands, almost a tremor. Then a similar weakness in his knee, like he's struggling to hold his own weight up. Then, when Ash's focus flashes up to Max's face again, he sees the tears collecting in Max's eyes.
Ash didn't know a grown man could show this type of vulnerability. Max didn't know a teenager could understand it so well.
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you're growing tired of me (and all the things i don't talk about) by isaacthechimera
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
04 Oct 2022
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“Sometimes—sometimes I think you should leave me now. Like, it’s better now than later when I’m even more attached.” The stupid McDonalds booth is turning into a confessional.
Shorter’s hand reaches out, again. Not for food, but for Ash’s fingers, pale and slender. “I’m not leaving, Ash. I mean, as far as that’s my choice. As far as it’s my choice, I’m choosing you.”
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In which Ash is a son, a friend, and a terrible liar.
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- Part 1 of dilute me, gentle angel
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27 Nov 2025
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''Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants.''
Ash wants to get a tattoo.
Eiji helps.
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02 Feb 2025
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He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to be brave. “Just get it over with,” he whispers.
“Get what over with?”
Ash opens his eyes. Shorter is staring at him, face full of concern enough to turn a stomach and there’s this lurch in his throat and he stumbles forward, suddenly furious and full of grief, and fists his hand deep in Shorter’s hair. Pulling his head up, angling his lips so they could just slot together. Bracing for a kiss.
Shorter makes a startled sound and tenses, pulling back just before Ash’s mouth can make contact and leaving his neck at an awkward sort of vulnerability. “Ash,” he begins, wary, “what are we doing?”
“Why haven’t you fucked me yet?” Ash asks softly, nosing his way down Shorter’s jaw towards the juncture of his ear.
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30 Oct 2024
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There are very few things that excite Ash nearly as much as the idea of dying in some purifying way.
(MIND THE TAGS ON THIS ONE!)
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21 Jul 2024
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“I’m not good,” Ash whispers.
“Then what are you?”
Ash looks at the floor because it's easier than meeting her eyes. Anything to escape the guilt. Something cruel. Something ugly. Something violent. Always dancing out of reach of personhood, spun roughly past redemption into the arms of another hungry man. He wanted to be good, sure, but it wasn’t in his nature.
“What do you want to be?”
Brave, he thinks.
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25 May 2024