fishy

- MY POISON TEARS

summary: shiver dwells on a rooftop after a particularly rough day at school.

keywords/warnings: implied neurodivergent !shiver, pre meeting frye or big man, angst, strict parents, shiver is about 10 years old, she nearly has a meltdown,

• note: second fic! shivers my second favourite idol and i definitely think she’s neurodivergent (im projecting)

SONG - Flutter, by julie.

Shiver sniffled as more tears threatened to fall from her waterline. Dragging the sleeve of her school uniform across her cheek to wipe away the tears pouring down her cheeks. Today had been rough. Really rough.

To start off, her old, tattered see-through bag finally broke on her way to school, so she had to walk into the school holding all of her supplies. Then, her classmates started teasing her about the way her hair was styled, asking if her mama still tied up her hair for her every morning. After her break (which included sitting in a bathroom stall and munching away on her packed snack), she had a music class. Which, truth be told, Shiver actually liked music. She loved to sing and dance, but her music class dulled her enjoyment heavily. It was so loud. The banging of drums, the loud strings of electric guitars, it made her want to scream. None of the music was coordinated or calm, it all lapsed over each other and had no rhythm or melody. It was too much, and she nearly broke down. But she managed to stop herself. Sat in the quiet hallway, biting her nails as she tried to calm herself down. The cherry on top to all of this, though? Her mother packed the wrong lunch. They had run out of jam, so her mama put marmalade on her sandwich instead. Shiver didn’t eat any of it. She sat in the bathroom stall, her classmates banging on the door as she started dejectedly at her sandwich.

Shiver let out a choked sob as she buried her face into her knock knees. Her parents assumed she was at her after school study club, but she couldn’t bring herself to go. The idea of pressuring silence was too much. So here she was, sat crying on top of her school as she started over Inkopolis.

Shiver was the perfect daughter for her parents. She passed every class with flying colours, her report cards were continuously perfect, but always with notes from her teachers written at the bottom. “Shiver would gain a lot from being more active in class discussions!” or “I think that Shiver should try and discuss with her classmates more.” Her parents would always lecture her about it over dinner. Telling her that she should socialise more because “connections are what make you successful.” They didn’t understand. Shiver tried, she really did. Everyday, she tried to talk to her classmates. To be friends with them. But she would stutter, or blank, and she’d just be mocked. Ever since the very first day of preschool, Shiver has tried to make a friend.

The buzz of her cell phone caught her attention, it was her Mama. A short, simple text on her lock screen.

“Where are you?” The text read. Shiver quickly picked up her phone, responding in a hurried “I’m on my way home.”

Shiver quickly gathered herself up, picking up her plastic grocery bag that the office gave her to hold her school supplies. She wiped her face of any tears before hurrying down the roofs stairs.

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word count: 520

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

jimmy actually never hits maya, instead she just has vasovagal syncope. vasovagal syncope is where your body overreacts to a stressor, nerves go out of whack and your blood pressure drops causing you to faint.

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- PURSUIT OF MY HEART

summary: acht wanders through the deep sea metro only hours after their sanitation, where they dwell on their lost lover.

keywords/warnings: hypno!callie cuttlefish x acht mizuta, graphic depictions of pain, intestines mentioned, acht has a past with the octarian army, deepsea metro, minor vomit, mentions of marina ida, mentions of cuttlefish and octavio, sanitisation being referred to as a surgery, angst, etc.

note - first post on this account, im absolutely crazy about calfish.

A pang of pain struck Acht’s head as they fell on their knees. They’d barely been able to walk out of the filthy hospital room before collapsing completely. Another wave of nausea swept through their weak body, making them double over in preparation of more vomit. Was the post-surgery pain supposed to be this intense? Nothing felt real at that point. Every bone in their body ached and screamed for rest, their intestines felt like they were on fire and they wanted to hurl again, yet nothing remained in their stomach. Acht closed their eyes as they lied down on the grotesque floor. They hadn’t felt pain like this in forever. Not since Callie was taken from them. “She was rescued.” Acht weakly thought to themself. That’s what the rotting newspapers in the metro had said on their covers. “Famous pop idol Callie Cuttlefish rescued from The Octarian Army!” had been printed in big black letters across the front, with a photo of an admittedly tired looking Callie next to them. Acht had scanned the newspaper from front to back several times, looking for anything, anything, Callie had said about them. But there was nothing. She didn’t remember them. She didn’t remember anything from her entire time under the Octarian’s hold. Acht didn’t even exist to her.

It left them with a sense of numbness inside. Not heartbreak - they’d learned their lesson about that from when Marina had left - but just empty numbness. They’d poured their heart into Callie. They’d told her everything about themselves. The feelings of being trapped and nauseous within themselves, the hole that Marina had left, and their longing for someone who felt like them. And Callie would listen. She’d listen to their troubles and reply in that sickeningly sweet voice, telling them that she knew what they meant and that she understood. It made it sting even more when she happily joined her cousin again after being freed from those glasses. Octavio said about how he “told them so” and that “all inklings are traitors who only use you for their own gain” but Acht didn’t believe him. They didn’t want to believe him. Callie was more than just someone who used people, she understood them and was kind, caring, she was so much more.

Acht hissed in pain as they stood up, their legs screaming at them to lie back down. They kept moving towards the exit of the hallway. They wanted to leave, to find Callie, to make her remember them so they could finally be with each other again. But the circumstances said otherwise. Their job was simple - Make music for the sanitised soldiers. Don’t ask questions. And so they would. They’d just make music and never ask questions, all the while silently hoping that Callie would remember them, and come and save them from this nightmare.

• worlds corniest fanfic writer award goes to ME clap for me everyone!!!!

word count: 478