I hate that there’s a limit to the Gay™ I can reasonably expect from modern media. Even though there are millions of books, movies, and tv shows with purely straight characters I could never hope for a show with more than a few or, god forbid, only queer characters. It’s like there’s an unspoken rule that I can’t hope for more than one, maybe two non-straight characters or relationships because any more would be ‘unrealistic’ or 'pandering’. Fucking pander to me man, to all the other queer people invested in the worlds you create, because it’s not fair that because there’s a lesbian couple there’s an invisible cap and now I’ll never see a bi main character, or that having a trans side character is “enough activism” and that trans character will never have another friend on the show like them. Why do you have to maroon all your gays in this heterosexual world? Why can’t you let us find each other??
here’s my warning liam is making me post this bc he wants everyone to see it i swear i’m so sorry rip
disturbing content ahead
“Happy birthday, Phillip!” “Why thank you, Daniel!” Oh, no! Dan had forgotten to make Phil a birthday cake! He pushed Phil down onto a chair and handcuffed his hands to the arms of the chair. Phil could hardly budge, for he was bent into a painful position. “D-Dan?” “Yes, Phil?” “What are you doing?” “Why, I’m making your birthday cake!” “Why did you handcuff me to the chair?” Dan shushed Phil, putting his finger to him lips and dragging it down to his chin. Dan pulled out a box of birthday cake mix. “Dan?” “Shhh,”
He opened the box. “Open wide, Phillip!” Phil hesitated. Suddenly, Dan’s sweet voice turned horrific and voilent. “OPEN WIDE, PHIL!” Phil’s eyes snapped wide open as he flung his mouth open as well. Dan smiled sweetly again and mix into Phil’s mouth. Phil coughed the dry mixture everywhere, but Dan covered Phil’s mouth to make sure his cake was complete in the end. Phil was almost choking on the dryness, as well as crying. Dan collected Phil’s tears and dropped it into Phil’s mouth. “Not so dry now?” Dan laughed. “Now, let’s read the directions.” Dan read the back of the box. “Let’s see, one cup of milk..” Dan looked evilly at Phil as he got up and walked to the fridge. He swung the door open and pulled out two gallons of milk. He opened both and began to pour them all over the floor. When they were empty, he looked back at Phil. “Oopsie doopsie!” Dan giggled. “It seems we are all out of milk.” Phil was staring at Dan in horror. Dan gripped the waistline of his jeans and began to slowly slide them down. “But this will be much better.” He slips out his massive, hard cock and sticks the tip to the entrance of the carton, as the whole thing could not fit in. “Now all you have to do my friend, is look sexy for me.” Phil was crying, but kept his mouth closed out of fear of what Dan might do. Dan rubbed his smooth, stiff dick slowly, still looking into Phil’s eyes. Dan tried to scream in pleasure, but a slight groan escaped his mouth. A blast of come exploded into the carton. Dan began toward Phil again. “Open up, dearie,” Dan smirked. Phil looked away, mouth closed. A furious expression appeared on Dan’s face as he grabbed his penis by the base and flung it towards Phil’s face. It struck him hard, leaving a long red slash across his face. Tears pooled in Phil’s eyes as he opened his mouth for Dan. Dan then began to spill the fresh batch of come into Phil’s mouth. “It says to mix the wet ingredients together first and then add it, but I like breaking rules,” Dan said. Phil whimpered. Dan tossed the carton aside. It was time for the next ingredient. “Two large eggs,” Dan read. He went to the fridge again and pulled out the carton of eggs. He took two from it and brought them to Phil. “It says to beat them slightly before adding them to the mix.” Dan cracked one egg and let it slide into his own mouth. Then, he lowered his head down to Phil’s genitilia. He undid the button in his jeans and pulled them down. Dan reached into Phil’s undies for his penis. It was soft. Dan’s eyes darkened. He tried to scream without spilling the egg from his mouth. “Bitch! Am I not sexy enough for you??” He cracked the other egg open and let it fall into his mouth. Then, he picked up Phil’s cock and slid it into his own mouth. He flung it around in there, beating the eggs. It was hardening. Phil was crying out, letting out some ingredients. “Keep your mouth shut!” screamed Dan. Phil shut him mouth immediately. Dan was tickling his dick with his tongue. Phil was squirming. Then, Dan stood up and looked at Phil. He took his lips between his fingers and spread them open. Dan then opened his mouth and spit the eggs out into Phil’s mouth. Then Dan took his hand and put it under Phil’s chin and jammed his mouth shut. It hurt Phil’s jaw, and he let out a groan through his closed lips. “A half cup of oil,” Dan continued. “Why, I know where there might be some oil!” He walked into the bathroom, leaving Phil alone for a minute. Phil fidgeted with his hands to try to free himself, but didn’t dare open his mouth in case Dan came back. And he did indeed. Dan turned the corner holding a small container. It looked familiar to Phil. Lube. It was lube. “This will do nicely,” said Dan. Dan pulled out his dick once more and poured the whole entire thing of lube onto it. He rubbed it around viciously. “Ready to add it to the mixture?” Phil opened his mouth slightly. Dan shoved his whole dick down Phil’s throat. Phil’s eyes fluttered, and he was making gurgling noises. He was choking on Dan’s dick. The chains from the handcuffs were rattling under the chair. Dan moaned. Phil stopped moving as much. He was almost dead. Dan decided he had had enough and pulled his hard dong out, all the lube had transferred to Phil’s mouth. Phil was weak and limp. “That’s it.” Phil was relieved for Dan to say that, but somehow knew it wasn’t over. “Swallow it.” Phil’s heart dropped. There was a ton of mix in his mouth. He regretfully swallowed all of it, choking as it went down. Every last drop. Dan grinned. He got up and pulled a cake pan out of a cabinet. He brought it back to Phil and held it under his mouth. Phil was terrified of what was going to happen next. “Open your mouth, babe,” said Dan. Phil did as he was told. Dan stuck his index finger into Phil’s mouth and lightly touched the back of his throat. Phil gagged hard, but nothing came up. Dan ran his finger up and down the back of his throat, and soon, he started to see the mix run back up into his mouth. He pulled his finger out and watched as Phil vomited into the cake pan. When he was done, Dan got up to turn on the oven. He swung the door open and threw the pan in. For 15 minutes, Dan sat there, staring at Phil, attached to the chair and crying. When the cake was done, Dan pulled it out and brought it over to Phil. “This isn’t cake without frosting!” Dan said happily. Phil’s dick was still hanging out in he open, so he grabbed it tightly and shoved the cake pan under it. The hot cake burned Phil’s cock so bad, but he had to. Dan slid his tongue up and down Phil’s erection. Semen then began to squirt out all over the fresh cake. When no more came, Dan slid it out from underneath. He then grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and stabbed it into the cake, carving a slice out. He picked up the piece of cake with his bare hand and forced it into Phil’s mouth. “How does it taste?” “It tastes… Amazing,” said Phil, his mouth full. “I’m glad you like it. It is your birthday after all.”
i just thought of some poor criminal scumbag somewhere getting assassinated by this big bad baze malbus dude and his last words are “does he have flowers braided in his hair” and baze is just like MY GODDAMN HUSBAND DID IT DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS
Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.
Most of Hinata Shouyou’s
life is paved through forgetting. It’s not even as hard as he might have thought.
GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is alive. And it doesn’t matter what’s
branded onto his thigh, or what scars he has as a reminder: Hinata Shouyou is
alive, GM-O394 is not.
It’s easy, really, to
forget. Because he’s not jumping, not flying, not doing anything GM-O394 once
loved. So he forgets. (He trains himself to forget).
He forgets how to hold a
He forgets how to break
He forgets how to kill a
And really, really,
sometimes it’s all too easy to forget that these were all things he once needed
to know how to do.
Tall people, tall,
strong, volleyball players—they intimidate him, and rightly so, whenever he
meets them in front of a bathroom. Not that he’d ever back down; but they make
him nervous, because he’s not GM-O394 when he meets them, he’s Hinata.
Those times when he hit
Kageyama—it was Hinata hitting Kageyama, just an ordinary human boy, hitting
like an ordinary human boy would.
It’s amazing to think
even when he’s angry, even when he’s attacking someone, he’s not attacking
someone. He’s reacting just the way he should be: like someone who was never
trained how to hurt people, and if that’s not a sign about who he really is,
then he doesn’t know what would be.
It’s not 394 who defends
Kiyoko from the Johzenji either, although it could have been. That had all been
Hinata—getting in between them, being pushed aside, jumping in front of them—that
was First Year Hinata Shouyou, trying to help out his beloved Third Year
manager, all the while thinking that Tanaka or Nishinoya could have done a
There’s a second, just
the tiniest of moments, when Kiyoko looks a little scared by all these strange
men crowding her and for the tiniest breath there’s that possibility of danger
because the Karasuno students don’t know these guys are and maybe they’re the
kind of people who might hurt a girl and in that small, very quick, can’t even
really call it a second, 394 is lurking beneath the surface of Hinata’s skin. Blow
to the chin, blow to the gut, knock to the ground, grab Kiyoko, fly.
But these students,
they’re interested in Hinata Shouyou, the volleyball player. So it’s the
volleyball player who talks back. And when Kiyoko thanks him later, it’s really
easy to forget just how close he’d been to 394.
He almost always dreams
about flying, but sometimes those dreams are memories and they’re more like
Sometimes, he dreams
about being on the alert—and he has to see everything, everything, because if
he misses anything and doesn’t provide the right warning in time, his Generation
could die. He has to be more aware than any of them, he has to be prepared for
anything, he has to move quickly, he has to move before there’s ever any danger
because if he doesn’t move fast it’ll be too late and it’s his job to catch
things before it’s too late.
It’s his job to say, there
he is, there’s the man who has to die.
It’s his job to say, leave
now or we’ll all die.
And it’s his job to get
rid of any unexpected threat because the others are too far away and no one
ever remembers to look up so they don’t see him coming.
He’s not actually good
at his job. He does it. But there’s a reason he was scrapped.
When he wakes up from
those dreams it’s easy to treat them as dreams. Just dreams. Over when the
morning comes. Not something he ever has to think about again.
Forget it ever happened.
And his classmates in
Karasuno, and his teammates in the volleyball club, and his teachers and his
parents and his boyfriend—they all forget too because it’s easy. Hinata Shouyou
told the world he was genetically designed in a lab and then he went to school
the next day like it never happened. People would tease him but they didn’t put
it together, not really. They couldn’t add Miracle and Hinata Shouyou
and make it equal threat and that’s fine. He’s not a threat. He’s not
even a Miracle, not really.
(GM-O394 is dead. Hinata
Shouyou is not).
The people who play
against him remember, which is something Hinata finds out on accident.
It’s the bathroom again,
of course it’s the bathroom, and he’s in a stall and he doesn’t expect to
overhear the Aoba Josai players talking to one another after their practice
game but he does.
“You know how sometimes
that shrimp just moves when you don’t expect him to and he spikes the ball, and
then he just kinda gets that aura like he might actually kill you?”
“It’s a lot more
terrifying now that you know he could probably actually kill you, isn’t it?”
Hinata has to hide in
the bathroom until they leave. It’s a weird sort of disconnect, because he
didn’t know that’s how he comes across on a volleyball court, and also he’s
pretty sure he was never so terrifying when he was an assassin.
(He was a very bad
At some point, when
they’re kissing, Kageyama finds his scars. (They’re small and unobtrusive for the
most part, it would be easy to think they’re the products of a normal, clumsy
childhood, except by now Kageyama knows Hinata didn’t have a normal childhood).
The fascinating thing
about Kageyama is that he doesn’t ask. From the get go, he knows who Hinata
Shouyou is, and nothing else really matters.
But later, after
Kageyama meets Kuroko Tetsuya a few times, he does ask, but it’s not the
question Hinata is expecting.
“Do you ever think
you’ll be him again?”
It pleases him, for some
strange reason, that Kageyama recognizes Hinata isn’t that person anymore. He
thinks about the question, remembers briefly what 394 feels like under his skin
and says, “Might.” He shrugs. “If I had a reason.”
Kageyama accepts this,
and then they don’t talk about it, and it’s like they’ve both forgotten, even
if they haven’t.