Hopes_Nightmares
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When Atsumu draws the attention onto himself with the announcement that he is in a serious relationship, Osamu refuses to be outdone.
Suna Rintarou is the furthest thing from the ideal fake boyfriend, but his penchant for chaos might be what Osamu needs.
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Bookmarked by Hopes_Nightmares
04 Aug 2025
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Fake-dating to Real-dating is my poison babayyyyy
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There are many words associated with Suna Rintarou: laid back, flexible, lazy.
It takes him almost three decades to add Olympian to the list.
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Bookmarked by Hopes_Nightmares
03 Aug 2025
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I love the way Suna's struggle was portrayed here, realistic and also fantastical at he same time. A softcore OsaSuna is <3
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SakuAtsu BDSM AU featuring Experienced Dom Sakusa and Kink Newbie Atsumu. Post-time skip & loosely canon compliant.
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He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.
He will never remember. Not now, not ever.
What they were will now forever be forgotten.
"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."
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- Part 2 of the things that stayed and did not stay
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For Atsumu, sadness always starts in the wrist.
Or, the pitfalls of mistaking your teammate for terra incognita.
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Bookmarked by Hopes_Nightmares
23 Apr 2025
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This made me deep dive into a sea of emotions so profound I don't think I'll ever find my way back to who I was before I started reading this, don't think I would want to either.
The me now is a wonderful me, blissed out after couch-hopping emotions like a fkin Olympic sport.
This fic has so many lines I loved than I want to print it out, and highlighter mark it through, annotate in the margins and safe keep it in a locker.
Ykw, I think Imma do that.
Can I just say, the way of writing this author has, is immeasurable? Cause it really is. I have fallen for the way they write and if I have any regrets, it is that I cannot obtain a forever supply of their writing, no matter how desperately I pray to Posiden.TL;DR
I love it. I love it so fucking much I have no works.
I am dancing.