I love you, it's ruining my life.
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I love you, it's ruining my life.

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fortnight-f.odair
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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry not sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track but we'll see how that ends up lol.
intended for fem!reader
summary: based off of fortnight by taylor swift
pairings: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: regular hg topics, finnick's backstory, talk of being taken by the capital, talk of cheating, death, no happy ending
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I was supposed to be sent away
But they forgot to come and get me
I was a functioning alcoholic
'Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic
All of this to say, I hope you're okay
But you're the reason
And no one here's to blame
But what about your quiet treason?
It had been 10 years since Finnick had seen you. He was in the victor's village. He was a victor.
He cried himself to sleep every night thinking about you. His girl.
Yes, you two were only 14 when he left, but he loved you all the same. Your soft smiles, good humour and eternal kindness. Every touch from one of the capitalites made him sick to his stomach, he was supposed to be for you. He had wanted to marry you, even when he was a young boy. He knew that you were it for him.
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Yuki never said that she knew where Mikuru lived. It was to be expected, but would certainly be surprising. Especially given her initial resemblance to Haruhi, clicking the doorbell thirteen times, like a bear cub mimicking her mother.
She held up the present immediately upon the door opening, at arm's length.
"I am sorry for what you have endured as a result of my malfunctioning, and the necessity of your abilities therein."
Her head bowed between her outstretched arms.
"I am aware it is not sufficient. I did not know what you would like."
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‶ i can't help but wonder... do you act that way on purpose? ——— or is this truly just your character? ″ alone in the clubroom together, the others having already left. mikuru had stayed behind to change, naturally, but while all the others headed home he lingered outside the door. he wished to speak one on one; a rare opportunity. put aside all pretenses and get a feel for just what it is she's doing here in the first place.
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If there was one thing fundamental to the girl known as Haruhi Suzumiya, it was depression. Melancholy. A particular inclination towards staring out the window with a miserable expression on her face that brought the world down with her.
Haruhi was more than emotionally driven. Her heart ruled her mind and actions. It owned her. The chemical disarray of her biology, which so often made the world look clearer, more colourful, just as frequently and erratically turned life into a monochrome nightmare, an unbearable weight, a slog.
On occasion her depression would weigh so heavily on her that her vice commander would go missing for more of the week than he was present, which hampered her ability to refocus onto the project that was the SOS Brigade, thus compelling her deeper into her misery, and so on, creating a death spiral from which her mood could not be drawn out of.
Thus was the state of the current Haruhi Suzumiya. The intensity of her depressive episode weighed heavily on the clubroom, a suffocating tension permeating from that glare into the sky which seemed to ask where her happiness had run off to.

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Ken opened the clubroom dorm without knocking. Though it was a necessity for the older boys of the club, Ken had enough of a commute to North High that it was irrelevant, rare enough as it was that he came to the actual clubroom and not solely weekend outings.
"Asahina. Nagato." The latter was too absorbed in her book to be relevant, and wouldn't receive another acknowledgement from the kid for the rest of his visit. A scant two months ago, neither of them would've gotten a greeting whatsoever. At best, he would've demanded the chief's whereabouts. He had progressed from a disrespectful, blunt little pest to a disrespectful, blunt, but relatively quiet little brat.
In short, he had mellowed out somewhat. Not enough to refer to his upperclassmen as such, but enough that he didn't hit anyone for accidentally touching him.
He kicked his legs under the table while he waited for the obligatory tea, then immediately started dumping far too much sugar into Mikuru's hard work, like the eleven year old he was.
As usual, he looked exhausted.
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"You're that girl!" A bright, childlike voice called out to the older girl, bubbling with excitement. "The mysterious senpai from before!"
Two weeks ago some important thingamajig Miyako had given him fell out of his pocket by happenstance, and almost instantly, this same doe-eyed upperclassman here had stopped him [by the orders of her older self] to give it back, knowingly telling him to be more careful with such important things.
And then she'd bowed and hurried off! So mysterious! He'd wanted to thank her, thinking about the incident off and on in the time since their last encounter.
Here she was again, like an apparition, just as she'd appeared before, and so he ran up happily the moment he spotted her, lest he miss this golden opportunity .
"Thank you senpai! You really helped me last time! Thank you!!"
@tpdds sent in: ❝ ah, um ... happy birthday, koizumi - kun ! ❞ what does she have for him ? why, it's a 1 of only 1500 copies made version of nietzsche's thus spake zarathustra, with glassine jacket in pristine condition and everything ! expertly wrapped, of course. what kind of fool would give someone a birthday gift that isn't wrapped up with a cute little bow.
ever polite, he takes the gift with a smile, giving the usual pleasantries. "oh, thank you!"s and "you shouldn't have!"s — he unwraps it carefully, peeling back the paper without so much a tearing it. upon seeing what's inside... the facade breaks for but a moment. eyes widened in genuine surprise — is that a flash of genuine excitement?
‶ how did you get your hands on this? ″ a new smile spreads across his face. a real one; such a rare sight these days. he examines the book carefully, looking it over with an expert eye. ‶ this is incredible... thank you asahina-san — this is truly above and beyond. ″