thepossummoldypasta
thepossummoldypasta
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Hiya! I'm Moldy Pasta the opossum, nice to meet you.
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thepossummoldypasta · 1 month ago
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this is fred, the dot.
fred wants to grow into a beautiful tree, but sadly has no branches
reblog to give fred a branch
i will post fred status updates as he grows
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thepossummoldypasta · 1 month ago
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sometimes I hear people say “no no, let them cook” and a little smoke alarm starts screaming ominously in my head
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thepossummoldypasta · 1 month ago
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Honestly I love that one chapter of the Great Gatsby should read as “Jay, Daisy, and their court-appointed-socially-necessary third wheel Nick” and instead to me it reads as “Mr.Gatsby please stop being clingy with your neighbor, he’s sad and gay and you’re confusing him. Please let him go home, he doesn’t need to be there while you talk about pink silk shirts with your girlfriend.”
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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I miss when I would get Tumblr asks that actually said things and weren't just digital panhandling scams.
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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AO3 has been scraped, once again.
As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.
I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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Hi! I just needed to spread some love and let you know your little possum is adorable! I also don’t go here but your writing is great! Keep up the good work!
Thank you so much!
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can I offer a small cartoon heart and share some love in return?
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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I've reached the point of the writing process where I've completely pivoted to making potato soup from scratch at 1 in the mourning
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thepossummoldypasta · 2 months ago
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He knows what he need to be happy and healthy! It just so happens that what he needs is Eddie “walking ice cube” Munson!
I thought it would be fun to explore a head cannon of mine for Slick Sunday so here we go.
Contrary to popular belief, the majority of time omegas spend in heat is absolutely miserable. Even with a partner to help with most of the symptoms there are just some constants of biology that no amount of consensual copulation can fix. Specifically, heats--as the name would suggest--are hot.
The omega's body temperature rises and they just end up with a constant low grade fever, and it sucks.
Steve Harrington especially hates it. He's got an aversion to heat that later in his life will lead him to be jokingly compared to a Demogorgon and stems from spending one too many summers as a young pup all alone in a giant house with a broken Aircon that his parents defiantly had the money to fix.
It lands him with an opinion secretly shared with many omegas; alpha's with cold hands are sexy.
It's not well know because its not polite to talk about your heats in any capacity, even bringing up that you have them at all is considered taboo, but an alpha with a low body temp is a desirable alpha.
Steve's spent many a night fantasizing about cool hands holding him close to sooth his simmering blood or dreaming about a strong body next to him sapping away the bothersome heat lying peacefully next to him.
He's basically given up hope that it will ever happen though. By the end of the Spring Break Fiasco he's racked up so many You-Suck and Failed-Date tallies that Robbin felt bad enough to wipe the chart off the whiteboard that had been plucked from the smoldering rubble of Starcourt Mall. Steve tells himself that he's fine with being hot and sticky and miserable for the rest of his life but as his next heat approaches its getting harder to believe the lie.
Steve tries to fill the ache by throwing himself into volunteering at the "earthquake" relief center with Robbin and the Munson's, but this pre-heat is particularly bad and he keeps accidentally hitting his still raw bat bites and he's overall having a rough go of it.
Something that Eddie seems to notice because the alpha tries to show his support buy gently holding Steve's hand only for the omega to gasp loudly and almost jerk his hand away in shock.
"Ah shit. Sorry man." Eddie says rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly "I forgot my hands are always cold. Gareth calls me an ice queen."
"Marry me" Steve responds, dead serious.
honestly there are worse reasons to pick a mate. Steve is playing the long game here!
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thepossummoldypasta · 3 months ago
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heeeeeey new cross posted fic on Ao3
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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Okay okay, the people have been heard, part 2 of the accidental baby acquisition thing (part 1)
Sometimes Steve wonders how his life turned out this way. Most of the time the omega jokingly says it’s all Dustin’s fault. This time it’s definitely Dustin’s fault.
Steve kicked the kid out after he cracked wise about Eddie being in a coma for 9 months—He did it nicely under the pretense of the pup being sent to find a nurse, but he’s forced out of the room all the same—now he’s desperately attempting to get Eddie calm.
The heart monitor is complaining loudly at Steve and the alphas breathing isn’t giving him any comfort, and it’s all around not an ideal situation. Steve shifts the baby (still asleep thank god) so he has an arm free to offer Eddie to scent. The movement catches the other man’s eye, and when the alpha he turns his head Steve can see Eddie’s crying.
“Oh Eddie.” Steve croaked “No, don’t cry. Dustin was just being a dick—you’ve only been under for six days—everything’s alright.” Eddie finally accepts Steve’s arm but instead of scenting he cradles it with shaking hands and doubles over awkwardly against Steve’s shoulder.
“Stevie,” the alpha sobs “Stevie.” He lets Eddie cry it out for a minute or so.
“Do you want me to walk you through what happened?” Steve offers.
Eddie nods against his neck; yes.
“How much?”
Eddie leans in even further, lungs drawing as much air as they can hold; everything.
“Nancy blew Vecna’s head off, but uh, we could tell something was up.” Steve grimaces “so, so I got worried and went to grab you and Dustin.”
Eddie stiffens as Steve talks, but doesn’t give any other indication that he’s heard enough, so Steve keeps going.
“ I found you just outside the trailer park—I don’t know if you remember it but the bats kinda beat your ass—I got to you before Dustin did thank god ‘cus it was gnarly. They, the bats, they nicked an artery so there was a lot of blood. We managed to drag all of us out through this new gate that spat us out at the Creel house on the right side, I don't know how that happened by the way…uh what else…there was an ambulance there because Carver’s gang broke Erica’s arm. The EMT guys were so freaked out when they saw us they shoved all of us in the back of the ambulance and hauled ass here—“
“Wait,” Eddie buts into Steve’s rambling explanation, “Erica got hurt? Who else got hurt? Is—“ now it’s Steve’s turn to interrupt.
“Everyone’s gonna be okay Eddie” Steve promises “The pups have a few minor breaks between all of ‘em but nothing serious. You and me got the worst of it.” Apparently not the best thing to say because Eddie jerks back with a whine, frantically checking over Steve’s injuries.
“You, I, WHAT?” Eddie, well, he screeches, unfortunately waking up the baby with his noise (the omega can’t stop himself from shooting him a dirty look for it).
“We’re both out of the woods now that you’re awake.” The omega reassures while soothing the tiny puppy’s cries. “There’s the bites, obviously, but none of them on you or me were particularly life threatening apparently. Although you lost enough blood to go into cardiac arrest—” Steve thinks he could put it nicer but there’s no point sugar coating it “the doctors did put you in a coma so you could recover but you were out less than a week, nowhere near nine months” Steve rolled his eyes at Dustin’s shithead antics.
“As for me, apparently the bats had some kind of venom that was rattling around long enough to cause some nerve damage and speed up this weird genetic thing I apparently have that messes with connective tissue. Now I’ve got this sweet new ride to help on the bad days but that’s about the worst of the damage ” Steve pats the armrests of his new chair, the one Jack helped him adjust to be his and not the one on loan from the hospital, and smiles in a way he hopes makes Eddie believe “bad days” will only happen some days instead of most days.
He expects Eddie to laugh at the attempted joke, or maybe crack a watery smile, But the alpha starts crying with renewed vigor.
“Is that why? Stevie is the puppy okay? How could Nancy let this happen?” Eddie gasps, reaching out to hold Steve’s face. The omega leans softly into the hold, but he’s soooo confused.
Before he can ask what the hell Nancy has to do with any of this,Jack waltzes through the doorway with a sheepish Dustin in tow. If that brat thinks that going out of his way to find Steve’s favorite nurse will get him out of trouble, he’s got another thing coming.
“Well now, sleeping beauty is awake.” Jack grins politely “I’m Jack, nice to officially meet you mister Munson.”
“Uhh, yeah, back atcha” Eddie nods
Jack ruffles Steve’s hair as she passes him on her way to Eddie’s IV line. Over the past few days She, Steve, and the others have grown close. The baby had imprinted on her as part of his pack, and the baby is part of Steve’s pack, so on and so forth until they all shared a bond. It’s nice.
She checks the levels of Eddie’s saline drip, and the numbers on the monitor that Steve can’t remember the meanings of no matter how many times it’s explained to him. Whatever they say must be good because Jack looks relaxed when she turns back to Dustin who’s haunting the entrance to the room leaning on his crutches (Steve resolutely tries not too give him pity points for the broken ankle).
“Alright kid, clear out.” she chimes,“I got to give your friend the full checkup and it’s feeding time.”
Jack clearly tacked on the last bit to get the stubborn pup to leave, and once upon a time it would have embarrassed the hell out of Steve, but it serves its purpose as Dustin turns heel and calls out that he’s going to visit Max.
Jack checks Eddie’s reflexes, then she has him push against her arms, follow a pen with his eyes, and tap her palm as she moves it around. All that good stuff to make sure Eddie’s brain still works right. Everything seems to be fine, the only exception being Eddie’s heart rate seemingly picking up when Steve takes his shirt off to feed the baby. Jack laughs under her breath when it happens though, so it must’ve been fine whatever it was.
“Alright Mr. Munson, you’re looking good. Your whole merry band still is being kept under observation otherwise I’d say you’re free to go. Do you have any questions for me?” Jack asks as she slips off the gloves she donned before she ran her tests. Eddie nods.
“When did Steve have the baby?” What?
“WHAT?” Steve crows, Jack’s absolutely no help as she’s too busy cackling to set the record straight. “I didn’t have a baby, Eddie!”
“But—you—You’re literally holding a baby right now big boy! And you smell like a mom!” Eddie retaliates, but he’s keeping his voice low so he doesn’t disturb said baby. That’s sweet actually.
“That’s my fault I’m afraid” Jack chuckles “he was supposed to be looking after baby nameless for me temporarily, but the little guy had other plans and decided Steve here was his new Ma. What you’re smelling and seeing right now is the result of that baby doing a very good job of convincing Steve’s body they’re his puppy”
Eddie’s mouth is hanging open on a broken hinge, Steve watches him collapse back into his bed. He would think the alpha brain dead if he wasn’t just given a clean bill of health.
“So you weren’t pregnant when we were in… you know?” Eddie prods weakly
���No, I was not knocked up when we were in the Upsidedown!” Steve shuts that line of thought down as quickly as he can, Jack might be “in the know” thanks to her job but Steve does not need his new, basically older sister, to know he did the hanky-panky with Eddie in an alternate dimension.
“Oh thank Jesus” Eddie sighs and he’s so lucky that Steve’s beginning to think he’s in love with the idiot (and that he’s a little too distracted burping the baby to smack him). “What’s the baby nameless thing about?”
Steve goes quiet for a second. Not bad quiet, just shy quiet. It’s kind of an embarrassing question to answer. Jack lets him know she’ll be right outside if he needs her, but he’s been shyly waiting for this moment and just waves her off with an appreciative look.
“He technically doesn’t have a name, before he imprinted I was only really allowed to nickname him” Steve starts “but now he’s my baby so I can name him whatever I want. I’ve had a name picked out for a while but I wanted to talk to you first. Jack’s been trying to guess the name for days now and she’s been calling him that to try to annoy me into spilling the beans” he says with a snort.
“Why did you want to talk to me first?”
“I want to name him Theodore, after you?” Steve admits but when he looks to where Eddie is propped up against his pillow the alpha sucks in a breath between his teeth. “What? What’s with the face?”
“Eddie isn’t actually short for anything, so uh it wouldn’t really be naming him after me” Eddie says hesitantly “But! But I think Theodore is a great name!” And he smiles so brightly at Steve, the omega has to kiss it off Eddie’s stupid little face.
A week later the whole group is lounging in the ward’s common room just waiting for time to pass.
The roads are back open and the town is slowly knitting itself back together. Owen’s says that his team is waiting on one more thing before they all finally can go home. The older teens haven’t said anything to the pup’s yet, they don’t want to jinx anything, but it’s looking like home might be one of the recently vacated houses for packs instead of where they lived before. Steve thinks he’ll sleep easier having everyone safe under one roof, that at least some good will come out of so much of his family being left displaced by the “quakes”.
Steve’s cozy on a squishy couch with Robin tucked against his one side, Mike and Will are tangled together on his other, he’s even got Theo napping on his chest. God it’s a far cry from the nervous buzz that thrummed under Steve’s skin at the beginning of their stint in the hospital. He basks in the calm that comes with the rest of the pups piled on top of Eddie taking a nap instead of being obnoxious. Nancy has even huddled together with Jonathan and Argyle.
It’s really nice except for one thing nagging at the back of Steve’s mind, he hasn’t seen Jack or El for a while.
“Hey Steve?” Oh, speak of the devil and all that, Steve thinks as Jack pops her head into the room. “Your adoptive dad is here looking for you.”
Steve looks at Robin then to Nancy and Jon. It’s very clear that none of them know what she’s talking about.
“I don’t have an adoptive dad?” Steve replies.
“Okay rephrase. A man, who is not Harrington Senior, and who matches your emergency contact information is at the visitor’s desk asking for his kid, who he says is you.” Jack doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before El slips into the room her dragging with her—
“Hop” Steve cries weakly, the name catching in his chest. No matter how much he blinks Hopper is still there. Will bursts from Steve’s side and launches himself at Joyce Byers, who Steve hadn’t even noticed was there, Hopper is here.
Steve somehow manages to get on his feet. Theo, the sweet angel that he is, doesn’t even fuss at the abrupt movement, instead he coos at the newcomers as if he’s confused why they haven’t started fawning over him yet.
Steve is pulled into a side hug the literal second Hopper’s close enough. Steve missed him so much. He hadn’t told anyone about how in the early days of his parents leaving him home alone he would sneak over to the police chief’s trailer because he was afraid being by himself. Or about how many nights the man spent driving him to or picking him up from the hospital after Steve’s dad got too drunk. Nobody knew how confused Steve was after Starcourt, when he didn’t know how much he was allowed to grieve. But now Hop’s back, and Steve missed him.
“Please tell me I’m hallucinating the baby” Hopper laughs into Steve’s hair. He laughs like he doesn’t know how else to react, which is fair, but he also laughs like it’s the first time he’s laughed in a while so Steve doesn’t really mind.
Very helpfully, Mike pipes up with “Thats Theo.” At the same time Dustin says “That’s Steve and Eddie’s puppy.”
Steve barely has enough time to playfully warn Eddie to run before it’s too late.
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Sorry for the wait, I wasn’t really planing on continuing this so it to a while to figure out what I wanted to do.This is going up on my Ao3 as a one shot at some point by the way, so maybe look out for that I guess. I hope you enjoyed!
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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ok, ok hear me out on this one.
The party is holed up in the hospital, Vecna is dead, Eddie isn’t, and the “earthquake” has absolutely devastated the town.
Steve ended up being a little more hurt than he let on and nobody really realized until one of the nurses threatened to tie him to his bed. The only reason Steve even agrees to stay in his hospital room is because the kids pitch a fit about it, and it’s the same room a comatose Eddie Munson is laying in just one bed over.
The first few days are rough, and Steve’s starting to get really antsy. Luckily another nurse sees what’s going on (and hospital staff are stretched thinner than paper) and goes “You’re an omega right? Do you think you can help me out with something?” And Steve—desperate for something productive to do—agrees.
So the nurse—a short , sweet, and badass alpha woman who calls herself Jack—helps Steve into a wheelchair and steers him over to the NICU. Jack brings over the tiniest baby boy Steve has ever seen and explains how he was born prematurely thanks to the earthquakes and his Mama didn’t make it through delivery.
“He needs round the clock care, but it’s no longer necessary to keep him here,” Jack says “And because there are a lot of babies that are worse off, we can’t keep ‘em in this unit unless it’s absolutely necessary.” She seems really unhappy about the situation and Steve knows it’s something that would never happen if things weren’t so bad.
“What’s going to happen to him?” He can’t help but ask.
“That’s where I’m hoping you come in.” The alpha chirps “Normally when things are this rough we would place him with a foster but all the roads are closed and Hawkins is cut off from everything. I was hoping that since you’re itching for a job you could look after him?”
Steve tears his eyes away from the baby (how long had he just been staring at him?) and he looks at Jack.
“What’s his name?” It’s not a confirmation, not yet, but it’s enough for Jack to chuff and hand Steve the baby.
“Legally? Nothing, and we can’t technically name him until he can be claimed by the state, but you can call him whatever you want. Doubt he’ll have any complaints.” She chuckles, leaning against a wall. It strikes Steve then that despite how young she looks, she also looks equally exhausted. This is probably the closest the alpha has gotten to a break since the actual earthquake.
“Okay” Steve says, it’s all he can say, and really it’s all he needed to.
Three days later Eddie wakes up, looks to his left, and immediately sees Steve god damned Harrington sitting at his bedside holding a newborn baby.
“Oh fuck…” Eddie says, not exactly eloquent but in his defense he just woke up from a coma feeling like he was mentally and physically hit full force with a semi truck.
And Dustin, because he’s a little shit who’s been presented with a golden opportunity to mess with his friends, cries out “Eddie! Thank god you’re awake. You’ve been in a coma for nine months!”
(Part2)
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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Steady Seas and Welcome Water prt.3
Part1, part 2,
Steve should have been up long before now, but he's rarely felt so content and cared for. Absently he trails a hand along the still warm sheets allowing a small purr to rumble free of his chest. That morning he woke to the push-and-pull of Eddie getting up an ready for his duties as captain while Steve tried his best to encourage the man to lie-in for just a few more minutes.
He had not been successful, but the alpha had laid his lips to Steve's temple and whispered permission to laze in bed against soft tan skin. It was so foreign to have the luxury of taking a breath and allowing the tension to bleed from his shoulders. The omega lounged until well after the sun rose but as enjoyable as it is Steve can't stand lazing about for a moment longer.
Steve dresses slowly, draping himself in one of Eddie's shirts like its armor. This time his slowed pace is the result of caution instead of comfort. The omega would never doubt Eddie's judgement but who knows the full extent of the persons aboard the ship. Steve is--to outsiders--A poster for the kind of man any pirate would have a deep vendetta towards, a living depiction of the sort of high society omega who poisoned the past of so many outlaws.
He hovers briefly at the door to the cabin and can manage to leave only after he brushes aside thoughts of what a warped reflection of the previous night he made. But it was a new morning now, and it wouldn't do to linger.
The sun is warm and welcoming on Steve's face when he does exit his peaceful bubble. There's constant, thrumming, commotion across the deck. Great swirls of movement catch his eye as people of all designations bustle and twirl about their daily tasks. A curly haired alpha woman looks up from her conversation with one of her apparent crewmates and meet's Steve's gaze. Feeling quite awkward but cautious of his manners the omega nods towards her in some weak greeting, which she returns before gesturing off to the side.
Steve follows her direction and there Eddie is, standing amongst a small group of men that Steve either cannot recognize or cannot see in clear view. He reminds Steve of a king in the company of his high ranking generals commanding attention, swathed in majesty as the men advise him loyally. He should be left to his grand meeting--although Steve knows he he would be instantly forgiven if he was ever brazen enough to interrupt--but Eddie notices his eavesdropper sooner than Steve can avert his intruding gaze.
"Stevie!" Eddie chirps, bounding over as Steve wounders how he ever thought the alpha would find him intrusive or rude. As soon as Eddie is close enough he snatches Steve up by his waist and uses his momentum to heft the omega aloft in some romantic spin. Eddie doesn't put Steve down once they've finished their turn nor does he when their lovesick laughter quiets into sappy giggles. Instead he holds Steve in the crook of his arm, propped against the bulk of his shoulder--which is no small feat for Steve is no small thing--Eddie carries them both back down to his gathering of men.
Now that he's been brought closer Steve realizes he does recognize at least one of the men.
"Benny?" he gasps as Eddie finally sets him down (although he still leant down to wrap his arms around Steve's chest and hook his chin on his shoulder). "why--how are--you're here?" Steve fumbles for words as the burly omega laughs jovially.
"Sorry pup" Benny chuckles " 'm afraid I had a small part 'n some trickery." Steve balks at the fellow omega in pleasant shock
"Well I'm afraid I must demand at least some explanation!" Steve rebukes with some playfulness. And an explanation he gets; Eddie had been worried by some rumors mummering through different thieves' dens and decided to place a man on the inside, Steve wasn't informed to insure suspicions wouldn't be raised if the omega decided to keep an eye out for the mole.
"And I suppose this means I shan't see that bribe money again if it was placed into the palm of such a deceiver" Steve teases earning him raucous laughter pulled from Frank and Gareth (who's names he has now learned). At the very least Benny has the decency to look a tad sheepish as he laughs along.
"all right boys that's enough, we still have things to discuss." a calm voice gruffs from somewhere off to he side that Steve can't properly see.
Eddie calls back to the man--Wayne, if Steve caught the name correctly--that he doesn't need to worry so much about something so routine. The omega feels suddenly like he's intruded horrifically, but he's stopped from apologizing for causing such a distraction.
"Ah don't you fret, pretty boy." Eddie rumbles soothingly "Were just talkin' about what rout back to the hideout 's best if we need ta lay low." Steve knows exactly what he alpha is doing. Eddie's prone to talking with his smooth, drawling, accent when he thinks Steve is nervous (and he's right to, it's always worked to settle the omega).
"We have more than enough supplies to last us even the slowest rout," Jeff pipes up, apparently content to bring the conversation back on track. "we could bob along the coast for a bit and pass unnoticed."
"It could work to throw the captain off our scent, especially once change ships." Eddie hums in thought "But if were too slow we risk him gaining ground."
" I wouldn't be too concerned about that, Captain," Benny pipes up "Thomas was knee deep in a mutiny when we got your boy outta there." This proclamation set about a shocked muttering from the gathered group. Steve comes to the realization that nobody had really been properly informed of that little tidbit.
"He's right." Steve adds, reaching up to comfortably hang onto Eddie's arms where they wrap around him. "The whole crew was restless and angry, even the ones in his back pocket. He was so nervous he wanted to push the voyage ahead of schedule. " Steve holds back the urge to do something dramatic and fails, rolling his eyes. "As if that wouldn't push them even closer to the edge in half the time."
Eddie chuckles again though Steve can't tell if the alpha is amused by how much easier escape will be or how utterly stupid Steve's ex-husband is.
"A leisurely cruse around the coast it is" Eddie declares.
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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Behold!
Chapter 3 of Steady Seas is now on Ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61927285/chapters/162204616
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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Steady Seas and Welcome Water prt.3
Part1, part 2,
Steve should have been up long before now, but he's rarely felt so content and cared for. Absently he trails a hand along the still warm sheets allowing a small purr to rumble free of his chest. That morning he woke to the push-and-pull of Eddie getting up an ready for his duties as captain while Steve tried his best to encourage the man to lie-in for just a few more minutes.
He had not been successful, but the alpha had laid his lips to Steve's temple and whispered permission to laze in bed against soft tan skin. It was so foreign to have the luxury of taking a breath and allowing the tension to bleed from his shoulders. The omega lounged until well after the sun rose but as enjoyable as it is Steve can't stand lazing about for a moment longer.
Steve dresses slowly, draping himself in one of Eddie's shirts like its armor. This time his slowed pace is the result of caution instead of comfort. The omega would never doubt Eddie's judgement but who knows the full extent of the persons aboard the ship. Steve is--to outsiders--A poster for the kind of man any pirate would have a deep vendetta towards, a living depiction of the sort of high society omega who poisoned the past of so many outlaws.
He hovers briefly at the door to the cabin and can manage to leave only after he brushes aside thoughts of what a warped reflection of the previous night he made. But it was a new morning now, and it wouldn't do to linger.
The sun is warm and welcoming on Steve's face when he does exit his peaceful bubble. There's constant, thrumming, commotion across the deck. Great swirls of movement catch his eye as people of all designations bustle and twirl about their daily tasks. A curly haired alpha woman looks up from her conversation with one of her apparent crewmates and meet's Steve's gaze. Feeling quite awkward but cautious of his manners the omega nods towards her in some weak greeting, which she returns before gesturing off to the side.
Steve follows her direction and there Eddie is, standing amongst a small group of men that Steve either cannot recognize or cannot see in clear view. He reminds Steve of a king in the company of his high ranking generals commanding attention, swathed in majesty as the men advise him loyally. He should be left to his grand meeting--although Steve knows he he would be instantly forgiven if he was ever brazen enough to interrupt--but Eddie notices his eavesdropper sooner than Steve can avert his intruding gaze.
"Stevie!" Eddie chirps, bounding over as Steve wounders how he ever thought the alpha would find him intrusive or rude. As soon as Eddie is close enough he snatches Steve up by his waist and uses his momentum to heft the omega aloft in some romantic spin. Eddie doesn't put Steve down once they've finished their turn nor does he when their lovesick laughter quiets into sappy giggles. Instead he holds Steve in the crook of his arm, propped against the bulk of his shoulder--which is no small feat for Steve is no small thing--Eddie carries them both back down to his gathering of men.
Now that he's been brought closer Steve realizes he does recognize at least one of the men.
"Benny?" he gasps as Eddie finally sets him down (although he still leant down to wrap his arms around Steve's chest and hook his chin on his shoulder). "why--how are--you're here?" Steve fumbles for words as the burly omega laughs jovially.
"Sorry pup" Benny chuckles " 'm afraid I had a small part 'n some trickery." Steve balks at the fellow omega in pleasant shock
"Well I'm afraid I must demand at least some explanation!" Steve rebukes with some playfulness. And an explanation he gets; Eddie had been worried by some rumors mummering through different thieves' dens and decided to place a man on the inside, Steve wasn't informed to insure suspicions wouldn't be raised if the omega decided to keep an eye out for the mole.
"And I suppose this means I shan't see that bribe money again if it was placed into the palm of such a deceiver" Steve teases earning him raucous laughter pulled from Frank and Gareth (who's names he has now learned). At the very least Benny has the decency to look a tad sheepish as he laughs along.
"all right boys that's enough, we still have things to discuss." a calm voice gruffs from somewhere off to he side that Steve can't properly see.
Eddie calls back to the man--Wayne, if Steve caught the name correctly--that he doesn't need to worry so much about something so routine. The omega feels suddenly like he's intruded horrifically, but he's stopped from apologizing for causing such a distraction.
"Ah don't you fret, pretty boy." Eddie rumbles soothingly "Were just talkin' about what rout back to the hideout 's best if we need ta lay low." Steve knows exactly what he alpha is doing. Eddie's prone to talking with his smooth, drawling, accent when he thinks Steve is nervous (and he's right to, it's always worked to settle the omega).
"We have more than enough supplies to last us even the slowest rout," Jeff pipes up, apparently content to bring the conversation back on track. "we could bob along the coast for a bit and pass unnoticed."
"It could work to throw the captain off our scent, especially once change ships." Eddie hums in thought "But if were too slow we risk him gaining ground."
" I wouldn't be too concerned about that, Captain," Benny pipes up "Thomas was knee deep in a mutiny when we got your boy outta there." This proclamation set about a shocked muttering from the gathered group. Steve comes to the realization that nobody had really been properly informed of that little tidbit.
"He's right." Steve adds, reaching up to comfortably hang onto Eddie's arms where they wrap around him. "The whole crew was restless and angry, even the ones in his back pocket. He was so nervous he wanted to push the voyage ahead of schedule. " Steve holds back the urge to do something dramatic and fails, rolling his eyes. "As if that wouldn't push them even closer to the edge in half the time."
Eddie chuckles again though Steve can't tell if the alpha is amused by how much easier escape will be or how utterly stupid Steve's ex-husband is.
"A leisurely cruse around the coast it is" Eddie declares.
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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me: “ok just power through the writer's block, your already a week past this updates deadline and have another project you have to work on!”
My brain: what if no
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thepossummoldypasta · 4 months ago
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It says something about my time in theatre, that I didn't register what was wrong about this photo for a second.
Me: can I show you what we did tonight
Husband: I don’t know, will I have to report you to OSHA?
Me: ………..…nooooooooooo
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