gemini rising

ACCRUED INTEREST, hinata shoyo x fem! reader

while cramming for an accounting assignment from a professor who rarely even shows up to class, a struggling marketing student unexpectedly gets help from an accountancy student, who offers out of pure boredom. but as the numbers add up, it seems that there’s more to this basic accounting equation than meets the eye.

tropes: study buddies to lovers, strangers to lovers

warnings: university! au, accounting student! reader, fluff, attempt at humor, use of profanities, some university experiences are based on my personal experiences, smau with written portions, out of character, deviations from canon

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ACCOUNT HOLDERS

introducing...

CPA (can't pass accounting) | academic victims

CHART OF ACCOUNTS

journal entry one: local blonde, zero empathy journal entry two: boring journal entry three: academic parasite and more journal entries coming soon...

SOUR NOTE, oikawa tooru x fem! reader

after calling it quits with his situationship, a lead singer of a band at the university, oikawa tooru can’t shake the feeling that things aren’t as over as they seem. his way of winning her back? start his own band and compete with hers to get her attention, even if it ends on a sour note.

in collaboration with ephemeral by @snoopysarchive.

tags: band! au, university! au, exes to lovers, rivals to lovers, unresolved tension, forced proximity, second chance, written + smau

warnings: use of profanities, alcohol use, kys/kms jokes, suggestive humor but no actual nsfw, angst, hurt/comfort, familial issues, oikawa tooru is a petty ex, y/n has a personality and background, out of character, deviations from canon

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THE BAND LINEUP

introducing...

genesis | lure

THE SETLIST

ACT ONE: roll with it

prologue track one: some might say track two: supersonic track three: she's electric track four: the girl in a dirty shirt track five: married with children track six: roll it over track seven: sunday morning call track eight: guess god think's i'm abel

ACT TWO: song 2

track nine: chemical world track ten: tender track eleven: girls & boys track twelve: charmless man track thirteen: beetlebum track fourteen: my terracotta heart track fifteen: end of a century

ACT THREE: don't look back in anger

track sixteen: cigarettes & alcohol track seventeen: don't go away track eighteen: stop crying your heart out track nineteen: lyla track twenty: love like a bomb track twenty one: slide away

reader can be gn or fem reader idm :)))

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 — 𝐒. 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

shōyō hinata x gn!reader (kenma kozume x gn!reader)

walking away from the boy you’ve loved for years is hard, but the past will always stay in the past, fading into memories you’ll leave behind

word count ; 1.5k

warnings ; swearing, angst, hurt, reader ends up okay

THE BRISK, COOL LATE-MARCH AIR did nothing to calm your nerves. As you walked down the mountain path to the high school you’ve attended for the past 3 years, you couldn’t help but feel the pinpricks of tears at the corners of your eyes. The weight of it all—the looming graduation, the uncertainty of what comes next, and the tight knot in your chest—threatened to pull you under.

Pausing for a moment, you breathed in the bitter scent of the mountain—almost rubbery with a small hint of wet earth and moss from the rainfall of last night. The mountains surrounding the school had always felt like a fortress, a place that grounded you. But today, it felt distant, almost indifferent to your inner turmoil.

Karasuno High School had been your second home for the past three years. During your second year your friend Hitoka Yachi roped you into joining her in managing the volleyball team—a team that had made it to nationals the year before, filling your school with a pride you hadn’t seen since your older sister had attended. Thats where you met him for the first time.

Shōyō Hinata. Number ten on the volleyball team, the guy who could vertical jump nearly a meter, Karasuno’s greatest decoy—and the guy who had unwittingly stolen your heart.

You’d never meant for it to happen. He was a ball of energy, bouncing himself off every wall. He was loud. He was stubborn. But above all else, he threw himself into everything he did with such raw passion and determination, making world around you feel just a little brighter when he was around. And yet, you could never bring yourself to tell him.

You don’t know when the tears started to spill; the only indication that you were crying was the wetness on your cheeks. Smoothing out your uniform and wiping the tears away, you continue your brisk descent down the mountain, the cool air pressing against your skin as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

The graduation ceremony went by pretty straightforwardly. You all sat in the large gymnasium, rows and rows of seats stretching before you. You listened to the principal’s address, then the teachers’ speeches, waited for your names to be called to receive your certificate. You sang along with the rest of your batch-mates as a farewell. And finally, you graduated high school.

The next hour was spent hugging and crying with all your closest friends, promising to keep in touch knowing that most of those promises wouldn’t last past the first couple of months. Most of your classmates planned to go straight into the workforce, opting to skip past university. You, on the other hand, had opened your acceptance letter to the University of Tokyo a month ago; and now with graduation out of the way, the future seemed to be coming at you full force.

After the long winded goodbyes, you decided to walk around the small campus of Karasuno High School, your tear stained cheeks the only reminder of the farewells you had just bid. Walking past the old classrooms you were filled with nothing but bittersweet memories of your adolescence. Yet somehow, you found yourself in front of the other gym—the gym the volleyball team had their practices in. The gym you spent most of your afternoons in for the past two years. The gym where you had first met Shōyō Hinata.

Peaking your head inside, you couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at the sight in front of you. Even on the last day of high school, Tobio Kageyama and Shōyō Hinata were at it, playing against each other in their formal school uniforms.

Somehow, you managed to get the attention of the short, ginger middle blocker, who came charging at you at full speed, stopping just a few centimeters from you.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his wide grin almost as bright as his fiery hair.

The sound of his voice, always so full of energy, made you smile despite the lingering ache in your chest. For a moment, you stood there, not knowing how to respond, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. Every goodbye felt heavier than the last, but this one, this one was different.

Your hesitation was cut off by him throwing his arms around you, bringing you in for a tight, almost desperate hug. His warmth, a usual anchor, only made the storm within you worse this time. Pulling away, he flashed you that same goofy, boyish grin, the one that never failed to make your heart race, even now.

“We’re finally done! Can you believe it?” He asked.

You forced a laugh, the sound bitter on your tongue. “Ha, yeah. Seems like those three years went by in a flash.”

He didn’t notice the hollowness in your voice, or the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. Or if he did, he didn’t comment on it.

“I’m glad there’s no more exams! Well, maybe for you there are. I heard about your acceptance to the University of Tokyo, didja know Kenma’s also going there? Maybe you’ll both see each other!”

His words tumbled out faster than you could process them, each one another punch to your gut. Kenma’s going there too? Your mind was struggling to keep up, the meaning was already fading but it didn’t matter. The excitement, the energy—it felt different, much more distant, like it didn’t belong to you. He was talking to casually, so effortlessly, like everything was just falling into place. But inside, you were falling apart.

“But keep in touch, okay? I’m gonna be off in Brazil, but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk!”

Braz….il? The word hit you like a slap to the face. Brazil? He was going to Brazil? Your mind was reeling, you could feel the blood rush to your ears, drowning out everything else. For how long? Was he ever going to come back? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? Why was he just casually dropping this bombshell on you now, when everything was ending. What did it even mean? Brazil. It felt like the world was slipping through your fingers, yet you hadn’t even made a single move to hold on.

Fuck.

A cold sweat broke out on your skin. This was last day you’d spend together for god knows how long, maybe even forever. And you still haven’t made your feelings clear to him. You still havent told him how much you cared, how much you loved him. How could you let this moment pass without telling him?

But did he even care? Did he even care about you in that way? It wouldn’t make any difference either way. You knew Shōyō, and even if he did reciprocate your feelings, you would always be second to volleyball.

You looked at him, his goofy smile so out of place with the turmoil inside you. How could you be this stupid?

“Yeah, yeah I’ll keep in touch, don’t worry.” A lie. “How could I not?”

You forced a smile, giving him a quick hug before turning on your heel and walking out of the gym, walking off the school grounds, and walking away from what is now your past.

FOUR YEARS LATER, you’re sat in your living room. A small smile on your lips as you absentmindedly fiddle with Kenma Kozume’s fingers. His arm draped around you, pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his presence a comforting feeling. He smelled faintly of laundry detergent and strawberries, the familiar scent filling you with nothing short of affection. Your legs are comfortably stretched out on the couch, the quiet atmosphere wrapping you like a blanket as he flicks through the channels, eventually settling on the sports network. You vaguely remember him mentioning that there was a match—the MSBY Black Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers.

You smile up at him, and he looks down at you with a soft small smile on his lips. There’s a look of pure adoration in his eyes—one you know mirrors your own. The kind of look that says everything without needing words, the kind that makes everything else feel distant and small.

Nestling deeper into him, glancing at the TV as the members of each team run out. You freeze slightly as you see a familiar ball of orange hair catches your gaze—the unmistakable figure of Shōyō Hinata, now running out with the MSBY Black Jackals. Year of memories flood into your brain, but this time, as your heart gives a soft pang, you feel no softness, no longing. The nostalgia is bittersweet, yes, but it not longer carries the weight of what could have been. Instead it’s a quiet recollection of a time that’s passed.

Kenma presses his lips gently against your head, peppering you with soft kisses. Your heart skips a beat, but this time, it’s not a pang of longing for someone you could never have. It was love—full, deep, content.

“I love you,” you say aloud.

The words roll easily off your tongue, like a release. It feels like closure, a final acknowledgement to Shōyō, to the unspoken feelings from years ago. You let the weight of those words linger, not in regret or sorrow, but as a quiet, final acceptance of everything that has brought you to this moment.

rintarō suna x f!reader

rintarō suna’s guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice

word count ; 619

cw ; swearing

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

step one. build the perfect friendship

why? by building the perfect friendship, you will have created a friendship with a strong foundation. one that’s built upon trust, awful corny inside jokes, and a connection that could “survive just about anything.”

how? first, you’ll need to find a person. yes, a person. second, you’ll need to make sure the person is everything you’d need: kind, funny, patient enough to deal with your bullshit. third, and listen absolutely closely: share your hopes and dreams with this person, your aspirations, your fears. strip down your soul and ego to them, become vulnerable. they are the only one you’d ever deem worthy.

warning! suppress any romantic feelings that may bud, pretend they don’t exist.

shoyo gets it

SHE WASN’T SURE EXACTLY WHEN RINTARŌ SUNA became her best friend. It seemed as though for most of her life, he had just been there. A constant she could rely on despite the test of time.

She remembers the first time they met, the bored—nearly vacant–expression on his face, except for his eyes. At six years old, you want nothing more than to know everything about the world, and that pure curiosity was what stared back at her the first time she looked him in the eye.

She remembers being there for the first time he fell in love with volleyball. It was the same exact summer they met that Y/n L/n dragged him out into the sweltering late-July heat to go watch her brother practice. Her brother was in middle school at the time, a middle blocker on some local middle school team, but he was a damn good middle blocker if she ever saw one.

She watched as Rintarō Suna’s eyes changed that day, the curiosity replaced with determination.

RINTARŌ SUNA OWED A LOT TO Y/N L/N, after all without her, he’d never be where he was now. Playing as a middle blocker for Waseda’s volleyball team was a pretty big deal in and of itself, but starting to get scouted for some of the best V.League Division 1 teams was a whole lot bigger.

He’ll never forget that late-July day in 2010, the same day she had dragged him out to the park to watch her brother play. He remembers watching her set the ball to him, she was a pretty good setter for her age back then. He remembers watching her brother jump, and then FWOOSH, the ball zooming right past him. He swore colors became brighter that day.

Since then, any chance he had, he would accompany her to her brother’s practices. He’d watch as he’d practice his spikes, the way he’d move his entire torso during certain spikes to expand the range in which he’d be able to hit the ball. It wasn’t long before her brother asked him to play, and thats when his passion truly began.

BY THE 8TH GRADE, RINTARŌ SUNA was well known for his performance in volleyball, not only in the Aichi prefecture, but also in Hyōgō.

It was in the middle of his first term of 8th grade when he had received a peculiar envelope in the mail. The address stamped onto the thick manila envelope was from a school named Inarizaki, a quick google search showed that it was in Hyōgo and more importantly, it had a half decent volleyball team.

The next month was spent trying to convince his parents to let him go. Luckily for him, he had Y/n L/n on his side. After finding out Inarizaki wanted him to play for them, she wasted no time in sending in her application. Testing into Inarizaki was the easy part, convincing her parents…not so much. But with both teens convincing their parents to let them go to Inarizaki, a school many kilometers away, it was a whirlwind of late-night discussions, carefully worded arguments, and promises neither of them were entirely certain they’d be able to keep.

Their combined efforts eventually wore down their parents’ resistance. It wasn’t easy, both sets of parents worried about the distance and just how unfamiliar Hyōgō was. Her parents especially worried about her academics, bringing up that there were perfectly good schools in Aichi prefecture. But if she had stayed, who would be there for her during her first heartbreak? Who would be there cheering at his games?

For them, sticking together was about loyalty, determination, and the undeniable feeling that wherever one of them went, the other was meant to follow.

a/n ; i rlly didnt proofread this to its entirety but im tired and i have a migraine so

pairing: hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: alcohol, kinda suggestive, drunkenly kissing | genre: fluff | wc: 773 | masterlist

synopsis -> shoyo loves parties— and you.

HINATA SHOYO loves parties. The hum of conversation, the burning sensation of a shot sliding down his throat, the pulsing bass of music— it’s heaven sent. He’s in his element at gatherings like this, when everyone’s inhibitions are lowered from the openness that alcohol promotes.

What he loves most about parties, though—is having you as his plus one.

Right now, he’s engaged in an animated conversation with friends, chatting about a training regime his coach has him on. Heart swelling with joy from the easy-going laughter that surrounds him, he freezes mid-sentence when he hears a familiar voice call out from across the room.

“Shoooo,” You whine, and the noise from the party fades into the distant background at the sound of your tone, melodious and siren-like.

He turns, and is captured by the sight of your lips puffing into a cute little pout that he hardly gets to see.

“C’mere. Wanna kiss you,” You call out, and his body moves on its own.

one night, she decided to check them out herself. once again, pre-teen girls fangirling over her, teenage boys shooting their shot, creepy guys, etc. though, there’s one message that sticks out to her. like many others, it’s a teenage boy shooting his shot. she reads it, swipes out of the DMs, then pauses and swipes back in and checks out his profile. he only has a few posts, but from what she can see, he’s quite attractive. he plays volleyball at a high school called inarizaki, and they’re pretty good. he’s best friends with a pair of twins. and he adores his mother and sister. that’s all she gets from him. eventually, she forgets about it.

years later, when she’s graduated high school, currently enrolled in college, and rarely taking any rolls anymore, she gets free tickets to an EJP volleyball game. she’s never like sports all too much, but her dormmate is a big fan. so she goes. she gets recognized by a few, but other than that it’s a chill game. there’s one player on the court who she knows, but can’t place. his messy dark hair and eyes are undeniably familiar. she spends the whole game trying to figure out who this man is, scrolling through her following list and contact list. it isn’t until she scrolls all the way down on her instagram DMs that she finally places him.

suna rintarou. the boy who DM’ed her, who was really earnest in his message. he’s grown now, though. sharper jawline, shorter hair, wider smile. it brings a smile to her own face when she realizes that he looks happier now. he’s doing what he loves.

rintarō suna x f!reader

rintarō suna’s guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice

cw ; none for this chapter

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

preface

upon picking up this book, most people would be wondering, why would anyone ruin a friendship, not once, but twice?

while it’s true that friendships are thought to be unbreakable safe havens, bonds that can withstand the test of time, it’s often the people closest to us that hurt us the most. maybe it’s because we just them to stay that their actions cut us the deepest and hurt us the most.

dear reader, this guide isn’t for the faint of heart. it’s for those who have loved fiercely, perhaps too fiercely to the point of destroying what once was thought to be indestructible. this guide is for those who are looking for second chances, a way to amend the broken, a way to rebuild something stronger.

and if you're lucky—or unlucky—enough, you might just discover that ruining what once was can lead to something far more than friendship.

so, welcome to rintaro suna's guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice. let's get started.

THE SUMMER RINTARŌ SUNA TURNED SIX might have been the most memorable summer of his life.

Maybe it was because it was the first summer he can still fully recall down to the smell of the sweet grass of the field near his house where all the neighborhood kids played, or maybe it was because of the little (h/c) haired girl that moved across the street from him, but either way, it was a summer he’s sure he’ll never forget.

Rintarō Suna has never been an expressive person, even in his youth. Despite many attempts, the most anyone (his family included) could coax out of him would be a sigh or a roll of his eyes. He wasn’t much of a ‘talker’ either, preferring to stay silent and let others steer conversations while he would just nod along, sometimes he’d even throw in a word or two.

The summer after he turned six also turned out to be the summer he learned to become a little more expressive and just a smidge more talkative, all thanks to the little (h/c) haired girl who moved in across the street.

Y/N L/N DIDN’T KNOW MANY PEOPLE in the area she moved to in July of 2010, all she knew was that her father had gotten a new job and her family would have to move.

Moving from one side of Aichi prefecture to the other had some minor consequences: moving houses, changing schools, and making new friends. Y/n L/n loved her friends from her old school, and making friends was always a daunting challenge. Especially when you’re six years old, and starting in the third term as opposed to the first like everyone else.

But for Y/n L/n, it seemed as though making friends was akin to breathing for her. It was almost as if she was a people magnet, drawing others towards her like moths to flames.

And Rintarō Suna was the biggest moth to her flame.

a/n ; this is unedited/not revised or proofread teehee

⤷ synopsis: after pining after you for what feels like a lifetime, hinata shoyo finally gets to experience the bliss that is waking up next to you.

pairing: ts!hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: kinda suggestive (waking up next to each other), slight manga spoilers | genre: fluff | wc: 946

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Shoyo can’t believe his luck. Rolling over in bed, he’s greeted by the sweet— and slightly humorous— image of your sleeping figure. You look so peaceful like this, with your hair strewn across his threadbare pillowcase. The figure of the pillow you’re currently resting on is misshapen and wrinkled from the lack of care it’s received during his time abroad.

Last night, he had been embarrassed when you walked in and saw the disarray of his place. When he had imagined taking the person he’s been in love with since high school home, it hadn’t been to a bare and dusty room, but everything happened so fast last night, and he didn’t exactly have time to clean the place up for you. You hadn’t seemed to mind, though.

That was one of the things he liked most about you. How understanding and patient you always were.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

jpegarchives presents…

a step by step guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice!

featuring rintarō suna x f!reader

friendship can be quite a fickle thing. they’re unpredictable, starting at a random point, and often ending on a whim—without much explanation or warning. misunderstanding and miscommunication seem to always fuel the embers of hate, turning close friendships into bitter rivalries. oftentimes, it easier to ignore an ex-friend when they’re no longer a part of your life; unluckily for him, it seemed as though he could never get rid of her. in a university hosting a student body population of 35000 (give or take) it was an incredibly cruel twist of fate to have to share the same friends, same hangout spots, and—of course—the same classes as her. when rivalries turn into reluctant truces, remembering her favorite coffee order or the way she hums along to songs on the radio, just subtle reminders of what they once shared—it’s far too late to turn back to the comfort of what was once known, and what is yet to be explored. so join us, as we read through his guide of how to ruin a friendship, twice.

content warnings ; college!au, aged-up characters, ooc characters, annoying miscommunication, reader is a genuine menace and hothead, swearing, suggestive jokes, kys jokes, implied drug/alcohol use

tropes brought to you by jpegsarchives …

friends to enemies, frenemies to lovers, miscommunication, second chances, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining

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table of contents

introductions

the real housewives of meijiU | boytoys anonymous

preface