Putting this on my profile so people can get to know me and what terms/pronouns I use.
Hiya!! My name is Owen. I use he/him regularly but I donât mind gender neutral terms or feminine pronouns. I have ADHD and I live in Australia, so this account will post on Australian time.
Im currently into SK8 The infinity, Bungou Stray Dogs, HSR, Genshin, Alien Stage, SVSSS, TGCF and Creek (from South Park)
I post mostly headcanons, general story ideas or whatever Iâve managed to conjure up in my mind so this is technically just a spam account that I can publish my thoughts to 20 or so people. (Ëľ â˘Ě á´ - Ëľ ) â§
Donât be shy and feel free to send me questions about anything, even if itâs plumbing.
Whenever my aunt springs her insane superstitious/religious cures on me I specifically remember when I was 17 and she got me exorcised. The priest was like "I don't think she's possessed" and she insisted "well there's something wrong with her, she's always [symptoms of depression] so..."
And the guy said some verses and touched my head and stuff then said I should drink only holy water for an entire week. Which wasn't hard to do, but my fav part of this whole experience was me saying I want to eat instant noodles and my aunt going "I'll make them for you. With the holy water he gave us." And then I had holy instant noodles
I would like to hear some opinions from sk8 fans for a sk8 fic I'm working on. I did it in poll format to make it easy to share a quick opinion but I welcome replies and reblogs giving your thoughts and opinions!
Would Cherry encourage Reki and Langa to rebel a little like he did as a teen or would he reprimand them doing dumb teenage stuff or getting piercings etc?
Encourage
Reprimand
Voting ended onJul 5, 2025
I can see it going either way for different reasons so i'm curious what others think!
I love to see writers getting the communities opinions and i wanted to give my two cents on what i voted.
(Short story: I think Cherry would reprimand them and not encourage.)
Cherry has shown that he doesnât mind the kids doing stupid things he did as a kid, like skating at S or skating in reckless ways so long as they arenât actively trying to hurt themselves and heâs even challenged their recklessness through skating. Unfortunately though, heâs an adult around teenagers and a professional person in his day to day life so encouraging teenagers to act out a bit would be slightly odd to me.
I donât personally believe he would encourage Reki nor Langa to do anything like getting piercings, drinking or just doing the reckless things you would expect boys their age to do. He knows that the teenage experience doesnât last forever and even at S he looks out for them so they can enjoy that, but encouraging that kind of stuff doesnât fit his character.
(e.g. When Reki was unaware he was going to grab alcohol and Cherry knew what it was, he didnât let it happen. He slapped Reki with his fan and let Carla give him a warning.)
Adding onto that though, I donât think he would reprimand them to an extent. If something reckless happened at Sia la luce, at his studio or at S, he would 100% reprimand them but if these happened away from his presence then what can he really do? A scolding would probably be the worst he would do but it could be different depending on the severity of what happened. All depends on context!
This is no hate at all and much much love so good luck writing and sending love to your fic!! (Also i am so sorry i didnt realise how long this was.)
a/n: thank you so much for the request! iâm so glad this game has gotten me out of my two-year hiatus TvT these prompts are from my prompt list. but feel free to send me any original ideas you may have!
prompts: âiâm serious!â/ ââŚyouâre smiling.â ⢠âhow much did you drink?â ⢠âiâm not that drunk!â
*cross-posted on ao3
âWeâre closed.â
Eddieâs gruff voice called out, not even bothering to look up from the glasses he was polishing. He expected the wayward patron to leave, the familiar squeak of the door signaling their departure. What he didnât expect was to hear a voice, one heâs grown to know as Beverly.
âI know, I know. But itâs⌠important?â
This garnered Eddieâs attention, as his eyes located the personified mini bar, he noticed another being. Slumped against Beverly, with all the poise of a fawn learning how to walk, was you. Immediately, a sense of both irritation and protectiveness washed over Eddie. He moved from behind the bar, making his way over. âWhat did you do?â He asked, his expression dark and stoic but his voice giving away his concern. Beverly shrunk slightly under Eddieâs fierce gaze, laughing nervously,
âWell.. they offered to help me test out some new drinks, right? So, we started with mocktails and gradually made our way to cocktails and it.. just⌠kept.. going?â
Eddie just stared and Beverly continued her spiel.Â
âI did eventually cut them off, obviously. But we were having so much fun and they were complimenting my drink making. And you know business has been slow and theyâre literally my only customerââ
âYeah, yeah. I got it.â
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eddie took a deep breath. âYou couldnât take them to Betty? Having them sleep it off is a better idea than taking them to another bar.â He stated. âThey specifically asked for you and Volt. And I know you know how stubborn drunk people are.â Beverly explained, hoisting you up a little. While Eddieâs expression remained neutral, the subtle heat of his face flushing wasnât lost on him. âRight. I guess we canââ
âIs that our live wire, I see?â
âVolt!â
For the first time since entering the Breaker Box, you spoke. Arms extending out as Volt approached, nearly face planting if it werenât for him catching and holding you steady. As happy as he was to see you, Volt was perplexed by your drunken state. Normally, you never have more than two drinks with them so this was new. Volt looks at Eddie, a silent question in his expression. âBeverly had them test out several new drinks, many of which were alcoholic. Clearly.â Eddie stated, his sharp gaze never leaving Beverly. Another nervous chuckle escaped the minibar, âHaha, well I guess I better go. Bye!â And just like that she was gone.
Volt chuckled to himself, not taking this nearly as seriously as Eddie was. You could feel his laugh reverberate in chest, making you nuzzle into him more. Eddie just took in your state, as if contemplating on what to do next. âHow much did you have to drink, hm?â Volt inquired, leaning his head down slightly to look you in the eye. You shrugged, meeting his gaze, âI dunno, like five? Six-ish?â You answered, your voice slurred. âTheyâre still coherent, thatâs good.â Eddie commented, moving back to the bar to get, what you assumed is, water. Your bottom lip jutted out a bit and eyebrows furrowed, as Volt gently guided you to a booth.Â
âDonât talk like âm not here.â
âSorry.â
Once you sat down, Volt slid in the booth next to you, taking the glass of water Eddie handed to him and slid it in front of you. âDonât take it personally, live wire. Thatâs Eddieâs way of showing heâs worried.â He explained. âIâm not worried. You had a few drinks, I donât care. Iâm more concerned about you drinking yourself into a state like this.â Eddie rebutted, deciding to stand rather than sit, subconsciously cracking his knuckles as he spoke. âWhat? âm not even that drunk!â You exclaimed, your voice way too loud considering the three of you were in close proximity to each other. âRight. Like you werenât barely standing when Beverly brought you here. And damn near fell when Volt came over. Totally sober.â Eddie remarked, a sarcastic lit to his voice. Your brows furrowed once more as you looked off to the side, âYouâre mean.â You comment, resting an elbow on the table along with your head in your hand.Â
Eddie scoffed in disbelief, looking to Volt for back up. âYou are being a bit harsh, Eddie.â Volt added, a small smile still on his lips, clearly enjoying whatever this is. Eddie starts to speak before cutting himself off and sighing. He squats down on your side of the booth, a gentle hand taking residence on your knee. âLook. I donât mean to be mean, I justâ what if Beverly didnât decide to escort you here? What if you decided to head here on your own? And you tripped on the stairs or something, breaking Skylar in the process. You could hurt yourself or worse and at the end of the day weâre still just objects. You wouldâve been on your own.â Eddie stated, taking a breath. You hadnât thought of that, though your thoughts were a bit scrambled in general at the moment. But, nevertheless, Eddieâs words resonated with you.
âYouâre right, âm sorry for making you worry..â
âIâm notâ itâs fine.â
Standing back up, Eddie gestures for you to scoot over and you oblige. Now sandwiched between the two, Volt slides the forgotten glass of water in front of you. âYou should drink some, just to sober up a bit, yeah?â He suggests. You start to whine but Eddie isnât having it, âDrink the water, itâs non-negotiableâ He states, tapping the side of the glass. You huff and drink a tiny sip, drinking some more when Eddie gives you a look. âHow are you feeling overall?â Volt hums, his arm draping over your shoulder and rubbing your arm a bit. âTired, nauseousââ You start. âDonât throw up.â Eddied interjected. âI wasnât planning on it?â You reply, rolling your eyes.Â
Volt laughs at the banter, âThatâs our live wire. Youâre definitely feeling better if youâre giving Eddie an attitudeâ He comments. You sigh, leaning against Eddie, your eyes fluttering close. âWouldnât you be more comfortable in your bed?â He asks, seemingly opposed but shifting to make you more comfortable. You say nothing, shaking your head as a response, turning to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. âYou smell good.â You hum sleepily, inhaling his scent deeply. Sober you would be absolutely mortified by your drunk actions but that was a tomorrow problem. Volt snickered, coughing into his hand in a poor attempt to disguise it. He busied his hands, taking hold of your legs and lifting them up into his lap, stroking your calf gently as your breathing begins to even out.
Eventually, the pair felt your body relax completely, a clear indicator that you were asleep. âShould we take them to Betty?â Eddie asked quietly as his hand hesitantly came to stroke your side. âWhat? You donât want to be their bed for the night?â Volt teased, smiling widely as a blush bloomed across Eddieâs face. âNo. Skylarâs eventually gonna run outta charge and we have no idea of knowing when.â He stated, looking off to the side. âThatâs true.. But do you really think theyâre going to let us move them? They look mighty comfortable snuggled up next to you.â Volt chuckles, vaguely gesturing at your sleeping form. You were completely pressed against Eddie, face in his neck, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist, while your legs were resting on Voltâs lap. Eddie closed his eyes, huffing in response, he knew Volt was right.
âI didnât finish closing.â
âHm.â
âAll that prep work is gonna be a bitch tomorrow.â
âRight.â
âButâŚâ
âBut?â
âI guess I donât mind.. staying here⌠like.. this.â
This time Volt didnât tease, just hummed slightly, acknowledging Eddieâs words. And so they sat, the two of them with you sandwiched in between them. âYou know.. if this is the only way to get you to slow down and take a break, maybe our live wire should get drunk more often.â Volt commented, smirking slightly when Eddie groaned. âGod no. They better not make this a habit, youâre both already enough to deal with sober. We donât need to add alcohol in the mix.â He muttered. There was a brief silence before Volt spoke again. âYou really care about them, hm?â Volt asked softly, knowing that being vulnerable wasnât Eddieâs strong suit. Eddie stayed silent for a moment. âI mean, yeah. Donât you?â He replied, the question rhetorical.Â
âOf course, I just didnât know about all your worries, have you always felt like that?â Volt continued, his eyes somber. âNot always but recently.. I donât know. I guess you can say theyâve grown on me. And it doesn't help that this house is so big and that they're so clumsy. Anything can happen and weâd be none the wiser.â Eddie explained, his eyes downcast as he continued to rub your side gently. He sighed deeply, looking as though admitting his worries took years off his lifespan. âI really didnât mean to be so.. yâknow? They can just be so careless sometimes and itâs concerning. But I couldâve chosen my words better.â He admits. Volt nods, âYouâve never been too good with people. But youâre good with them, you apologize and explain your reasoning. I think they understand and donât hold it against you.â Volt replies, reaching over to pat Eddieâs shoulder.Â
A beep emanated from your glasses, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere, most likely indicating a low charge.
âI guess thatâs our cue.â Eddie muttered, his grip on your shirt tightening slightly. âDo you want to take them or should I?â Volt asked, knowing that at least one of them should stay behind, just to keep an eye on the Breaker Box. Eddie lifted you off of him slightly, pausing as you mumbled something incoherent, before looking to Volt. âYou can take them. Iâll stay here.â He answers. Volt gives him a look, almost as if to say, âAre you sure?â But Eddie waves him off. Volt gently moves your legs off him, moving to stand and swiftly takes you into his arms. Immediately, you're nuzzling into his neck next, as if your body craves that closeness. âI had no idea our live wire was so cuddly.â He comments, his head dipping down to kiss your forehead. Eddie says nothing as he stands as well, moving towards you and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. Already feeling Voltâs stare and hundred watt smile, Eddie groans.
âDonât say shit.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âBut you want to.â
âNope, Iâm so serious about this.â
â...youâre smiling.â
And it was true, Volt was smiling, glad to know both of them have mutual feelings toward you. âIâll be back.â He says, making his way to the entrance. Eddie nods silently watching the two of you leave. God, you were going to be the end of him.
The next morning, you woke up with the worst cotton mouth youâve ever experienced to date. And the pounding in your head made it no better. You were for sure saying no to Beverly next time she offered bottomless taste testing. You turn over, placing your pillow over your face, in a poor attempt to block out the sun. You could just close Curt and Rod but if you got up, you were afraid the vertigo would hit you hard. Eventually, you removed the pillow, only to notice something on your nightstand. A glass of water, a small cup with three pills in it, and a note. Undoubtedly from Eddie and Volt, just from the tone alone.
Donât be such an idiot next time.
Feel better live wire!
- E & V
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