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"You heard her, the Wilderness demands gay sex,” Shauna said sternly, looking all of them in the eye. “So don’t stand around looking stupid, Mari. If by sunset you are not all in your huts lezzing out, I will shoot you. Got it?"
Ever since Shauna Shipman usurped the antler queen throne, she’s been enforcing a fascist homosexual state that everyone seems on board with except Natalie. It’s like the Yellowjackets are all on Lottie’s shrooms or something, because now under Shauna’s leadership, everyone is just prancing around, causing drama, and lesbianing out. Fortunately, Natalie is completely unaffected by all of it—that is, until she starts getting visions and visits from a ghost who seems very interested in opening her up to the gay agenda of the wilderness.
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Yellowjackets S3, except Shauna has channeled all her homicidal tendencies into homosexual ones. Nat gets chased by three girls and visited by three spirits, Tai and Van show the girls what it takes to be lesbian, a paranoid Shauna is haunted by poltergeist Jackie, and Misty tries to get on top. And if you can’t already tell, this is a crack fic (but like, a meaningful one?)
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18 May 2026
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Keiji had made peace with many things in his life. Deadlines that multiplied like hydrangeas in June. Bokuto’s sudden, unshakable whims. The fact that Tokyo summers were engineered by the gods to remind mortals that air-conditioning was not a right but a privilege.
What he had not made peace with was sitting next to Miya Osamu on a packed train for three hours.
It wasn’t even his choice. He hadn’t been given the dignity of choosing. Atsumu, naturally, had smirked, shoved Osamu sideways with the casual cruelty of a twin who’d had a lifetime to perfect it, and said, “Ya sit with Akaashi. He won’t bite.”
Which was technically true, but at this rate, Keiji was starting to reconsider.
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16 May 2026
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Akaashi Keiji thinks Miya Osamu doesn’t like him.
Miya Osamu thinks keeping his distance is the responsible thing to do.They are both wrong.
Set against the backdrop of a volleyball training camp, this is the story of two players whose on-court compatibility far outpaces their ability to communicate off it. And how shared routines, misunderstandings, and proximity slowly dismantle those assumptions.
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16 May 2026
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After a car crash on the way back from a weekend trip, Akaashi Keiji opens his eyes under cedar beams, not hospital lights. He is the heir of the Akaashi clan in the late Edo period, the only son of a small but strategic house, with the weight of lineage suddenly pressed into his very bones.
His world is full of familiar strangers. Bokuto is a loud, loyal vassal. Sakusa is his reserved noble cousin. Kuroo is a guard with too-sharp eyes. Kenma is his personal attendant, quiet and watchful in a way that makes Keiji’s skin prickle.
In the kitchens, sleeves rolled up over steady hands, Miya Osamu cooks for the household that owns his family’s loyalty. At night, when the estate sleeps and incense thins, Keiji drifts toward the warmth of the hearth and the man who stands at it.
But duty will not forgive what they have taken for themselves. When their secret finally costs blood, Keiji finds himself standing at a crossroads he never asked for, forced to decide how much of his future belongs to this life, this body, this era… and how much belongs to a soft-spoken cook whose face he keeps seeing in dreams of neon light.
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16 May 2026
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“Look, it’s not because I don’t,” Cassie breaks the silence, then shakes her head and looks away, a quiet noise of disbelief leaving her, “We just can’t. Okay?”
Another nod. Victoria’s mouth is incredibly dry.
“But..you want to?”
McKay lets her head hang. “We can’t. I can’t.”
“Because of your ex?” Victoria probes. Everything inside her is screaming at her to stop. She doesn’t know why she can’t. She doesn’t know why she can’t just shut up. But McKay is…right here and her messy bangs and her heavy eyes and her wet mouth just -
“Because I wanna be good,” McKay says simply.
Javadi is a nervous wreck and McKay struggles with self-restraint. Until she doesn't.
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26 Apr 2026