#@Opal its been almost a month and they still don't know~

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

If Sheel ever get married, who proposes?

sorry this is super later than you asked it, totes didnt forget it was sitting in my askbox xx

also i got your ask abt their marriage so ill answer that one in a sec i prommy

also have you seen this one

i hate to keep like. advertising my art lmao but i keep finding art i made before we were moots and im like 'oh my god chase would love this has he seen it'

ok so if shoe said i love you first, eel proposed.

in actual canon (canon being. like. the secret version of newsies i have in my head. the secret version of supernatural sits right next to it) he'd propose up on the roof, because it was always their safe place where they could just be themselves and kiss and not have to worry abt hecklers (besides the few times dimes was going up there to look at the moon and found his spot. occupied. they were just kissing but bro couldnt make eye contact with eel for daays)

so like one sunset--i like to think it was on shoe's birthday, september 23--the party is still going on downstairs and eel takes shoe up to the rooftop for a minute.

"ez, my love, it's not that i don't love to spend time with you, but i was talkin' to socks-"

"shhhh zitto mi amore, it's very important i promise." the hand that wasn't holding shoe's was shaking and sweaty. he wasn't entirely sure why he was nervous; they had talked of the matter before, and they had known eachother for almost eight years so it's not like he would say no.

right?

eel bowed at the waist jokingly as he held open the window for his lover, a chuckle rushing out of the taller boy's lips as he climbed gracefully through.

hopping the window sill like a fence, eel closed the window behind him, and took shoe's hand again as he led him up the fire escape.

the small box seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket. he had been saving for months to be able to afford the prettiest ring he could; a silver band with an opal inlaid, little sparkles of diamond surrounding it. it looked almost like the sea at night, the other thing they shared with eachother, talks at night and play-fights in the sand at brighton beach.

he let shoe walk ahead of him as they reached the rooftop, only just noticing the tie around his lover's neck was untied, hanging loose under his collar. the urge to grab him by it and plant their lips together got swallowed down as shoe walked towards the edge like they always sat.

eel stayed closer to the fire escape, walking slow among the plants they had been cultivating for years, a lush path of green against the brick of their building.

he swallowed. "harvey."

the young man was focused on one of his stray cats that had made its way up there, crouched near the ledge, cooing adorably at the purring animal. "hmm?"

"harv. c'mere, yeah?" eel tried so hard not to let his voice waver. his boyfriend looked up curiously, giving the cat one last rub and standing, brushing the hair left on his pants. "yes, my love?"

shifting from foot to foot as he walked closer to the tall brunet, he decided to throw the speech he had thought of with monkey out the window and wing it.

"harvey liam sellers," shoe's eyes widened as he smiled. "uh oh, full name. i'se in trouble, ma?" eel snorted "shaddap, and be serious for once." the grin faded from shoe's face, but the mirth in his eyes stayed.

"harvey liam sellers." eel started again. "i have had the great misfortune of knowing you for the past eight years of my life. and these have been the best eight years a guy could ever ask for.

"you are the kindest soul i has ever seen, even after all the bull you went through when you was lil'." shoe's eyes softened, a small smile playing at his lips as his eyes burned.

"you are the best second--and boyfriend--a guy could get." eel kneeled, fishing the little velvet box out of his pocket as shoe's hands flew to his mouth with a gasp.

"would ya make me the happiest fella on earth, and be my husband?"

"holy shit, yes!" shoe grabbed eel's face with both hands and kissed him. eel stood, not breaking the kiss before gently pushing his lover's shoulder.

harvey offered his left hand, and with the utmost love and gentleness, eel slid the ring on his finger. "d'ya like it? 's all i could get, but it reminds me of the waves out at brighton, that one time we took chi chi-" he was cut off by shoe throwing his arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. "i love you so much."

alternatively, in a modern setting/the miltary au :)

harvey was sitting on a bench in one of the many parks bordering queens and brooklyn, enjoying the crisp fall air and the colours of the leaves changing, when he heard footsteps and whistling coming up the gravel path behind him.

the person was whistling 'it's been a long, long time', and harvey smiled.

"g'mornin, my love." he said as a familiar pair of boots rounded the turn of the path and made their way over to the bench.

eel kissed the top of shoe's head, not sitting. "mornin, tesoro. walk with me?" he offered a hand they both knew eel needed more than shoe, what with his leg, but the gesture was appreciated.

the two ambled peacefully around the path, talking about this and that.

"y'know, chi chi's gonna be in kindergarten this year."

shoe hummed in response, a sad smile on his face. "seems yesterday she was crying at everyone who wasn't us." he bumped his shoulder against his boyfriend's.

eel cleared his throat quietly. "uh, the kindergarten we picked, that one over by conlon's? they--uh, they won't let us sign up without two registered parents active in the kid's life." he subtly stopped walking, letting shoe get ahead a few paces.

"wait, really? that's stupid. what are we gonna- ez?" he finally noticed the absence of his partner beside him and turned.

eel was standing behind him, open ring box in hand, a sweet smile on his lips. "do me the honour, harvey cattaneo?" he said softly. "i'd kneel and all, but i think that'd be harder for the both of-" he was cut off by the mass of muscle that was his lover barreling into his chest. "oh my god yes i'll marry you!" harvey exclaimed into his neck. he stepped back, a joking accusatory expression on his face.

"wait, when did we decide we's usin' your last name? i don't remember agreeing to that." eel grinned and put the ring on his finger, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss, standing on his toes slightly.

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Art collab with @opalanxiety-art

we both made sketches of eachothers persona and then lined an colored eachothers sketch owo

[ohnoanotherficblog]

HOW SPIKEMUTH GOT CIVIC INFRASTRUCTURE

Chapter One: Fuck that Evil Fairy Godmother

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dumb fic i had a idea for while playing pokemon sheild. hope you enjoy

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CWs: Gambling, Alchol (in good fun but still) also im on mobile so long post

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While the Galaran Gym Challenge tournament is indeed the greatest gaming event in the Galar region, there is one little known event known to precious few amoung the high elite of Galar that also does hold the same amount of joy, nay, jubilance: Gym Leader Poker night.

Held usually in the castle of Hammerlocke, the game was full of shouting, cursing, Piers's karaoke machine, and usually, a little too much booze.

Unfortunately for today, Raihan had business to attend to, and no one else wanted to do it. So the others all drew lots, and naturally, Piers had to pick the smallest.

Better of this way. Raihan usually wipped the floor with everyone but Opal, Alister, and Piers anyway. Really, the game was mostly for a game of competitive fun, and so Melony and Nessa could have their own little side mission of passive aggressively seeing whos cocktail recipies were more well liked.

At any rate, game night was on in Spikemuth. And it had been a LONG time since Piers had visitors.

Everyone seemed a little uneasy coming in. Milo offered to help clean the place up, which Piers said was a very sweet offer, but him and his flowers would grow better anywhere else. Melony and Nessa did not comment, but Nessa's stupid, snotty little face said everything. Kabu started a lecture, which in turn almost started a fight, until Melony came with more booze. Opal took every penny that night, and at the end, Piers could not be more glad to be rid of everyone.

He journeyed back to his home and kicked off his shoes, and snorted. Ugh... everyone was so overbearing. And Opal looked so intense all night, no wonder she took home everything. Like a terrifying fairy godmother, that woman.

Piers snorted to himself as he undressed down to an undertank and boxers. How many years of being co-workers, and the old hagbag hadnt so much as visted? what a joke. She could get lost for all he cared. He didn't need to give her the satisfaction of being terrifying, even in his head. The witch was probably more scared o 'im!

Thats when he heard a knock on the door.

"Look, whatever you're selling, I dont want it," he called back through the doors, turning on his TV. The doorbell rang, and he rolled his eyes, than froze.

He didnt have a doorbell...

"Okay. Who is it."

"Its me," came Opal's voice. "I have something for you."

"Whatever it is, I dont want it. Scram."

"Dont make me break down this door."

"Don't make me call in my crew."

Suddenly, her tone shifted dramatically, from fairy godmother to angered unseelie.

"Listen, punk, if you dont open this door, I will insure everything you know and love is pink and glittery in a way that hurts your eyes for the next several months."

Piers side, internally unnerved. His eyesight was badly adjusted as it was...

"Fine." Piers opened the door. The wench was standing on his porch in her elegant poker attire, staring at him intently. In her hand she held a throughly too decorated envelope.

"For you. Tonights poker winnings. Use it to better your city, or else I'll make things needlessly complicated for you. Paperworks. Audits. The whole shebang."

Piers looked at the envelope, seething with rage.

"Ill kill you for this. I need you to know how dead you are."

Harmless fairy godmother again.

"You wouldn't hurt a sweet old woman whos just trying to help, would you?"

"You're a menace."

"And you're a punk who needs to clean up his city."

Piers really didnt know what to do, so he growled. She chuckled, and left.

Stupid, Civic serving, kindly old witch.