emma-elsa-0000
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Emma but I prefer to go by Em. 18. She/they. Biromantic demisexual demigirl✌��😗. Send in moodboard ideas😊😊. If you wanna find my previous moodboards, I try to tag them with the tag "emma makes moodboards" but I've definitely forgotten to tag a couple and now they're lost in the abyss of tumblr. Header by me. My twitter is EmmaElsa000. My Ao3 is EmmaElsa0000. On tiktok as emmaelsa0000. Steddie For Life. We do not stan st*rker on this blog🤢🤢. Matching pfps with my bestie Trinity.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 21 hours ago
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emma-elsa-0000 · 21 hours ago
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Eddie's mid-speech, absently pulling his hair up off his sweaty neck to put up, when he sees Steve check out of the conversation, eyes drifting over his progress.
"What's up? You never seen a dude with a ponytail before?"
"Huh? No. I mean, yeah, maybe, but no, it's just..."
He gets up off his chair and, without a by-your-leave, takes Eddie's hair back down and starts carding his fingers through it. Eddie, seeing Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in that moment, says not a fucking word, just lets him do his thing.
"Huh."
"Hmm?" He manages despite the body-morphing, nerve-wracking, world-ending thing that's happening.
"I just never noticed... You've got real curls happening back here." He tugs on a strand, killing Eddie stone dead. "Not the Head & Shoulders and hot water fried stuff on top, like real, actual curls."
"Hey." He tries to drum up the right amount of offense but it's hard when his brain fled the scene thirty seconds earlier.
"Wonder if I could revive any of this," he mumbles to himself as he continues to catalog Eddie's hair situation. He's got the top half piled atop his head so he can study the 'good stuff' underneath at his leisure.
This might be the best day of Eddie's young life. Honestly, if he'd known Steve was interested in it this much, he would've pulled his hair half up years ago, showed off a little.
"Can I do a V05 hot oil treatment on you?"
"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."
"What?"
"What?"
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emma-elsa-0000 · 21 days ago
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i just think that eddie gives the weirdest compliments & steve has a huge embarrassing crush on him
eddie: i want to remove your brain and keep it in a jar.... make a soup from all your thoughts...
steve, blushing: oh uh. you do?
eddie: yes but first i'd poke your brain with sticks. see what happens.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 21 days ago
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Alfred Molina as Otto Octavius in behind the scenes of Spider-Man 2 (x)
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emma-elsa-0000 · 21 days ago
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steve was just trying his best to make it through the day without breaking down. and had so far been successful. but once steve walked into the door of his house he didn’t know how much longer he could last.
he had plans to hangout with eddie soon which is something he’d normally be excited about, but the thing is, steve’s arms hurt. since the upside down and fighting monsters thing was over steve hadn’t been working out as much. so when he did, like he had that morning, he felt sore.
for most people this wouldn’t be an issue. but the whole reason steve had worked out in the first place was to stop the buzzing in his body and mind. some days he woke up and it felt like everything was turned up to maximum. all the sounds, textures, colors, and smells of an average day felt like torture. and it made him feel buzzy. so add sore arms on top of his already overwhelmed system? he felt like he could lose it at any moment.
steve took a second to sit in silence with his eyes closed to try and calm down as he waited for his boyfriend to arrive any minute.
meanwhile his inner monologue would not relent,
“my arms are sore. that dog outside is barking too loud. my arms are sore. i hope eddie is on his way. my arms are sore. my arms are sore. my arms are sore.”
his train of thought was brought to a halt by a knock at the door. he took a deep breath before getting up and walking to let eddie in.
as soon as eddie was inside steve was greeted with a chipper,
“hey sweetheart!”
steve tried to hide his grimace at the sudden booming voice of his boyfriend, but to no avail.
“stevie are you okay?” eddie asked quietly.
“my arms hurt” steve let out softly with a sniffle before crumpling into his boyfriends loving embrace letting the weight of the day crash over him. knowing eddie would take care of him.
eddie wrapped his arms around his love before softly saying,
“oh baby, let’s get you somewhere comfy.”
as they walked into steve’s room eddie made sure to turn on the small lamp on the table knowing steve wouldn’t want to deal with the big light during a time like this. but even after getting comfortable in bed laying with his head on eddie’s chest, steve’s mind is still in overdrive.
“eddie is so cuddly. my arms are sore. i hope he doesn’t mind that we aren’t going anywhere tonight. my arms are sore. I’m glad eddie doesn’t smell like cologne right now. my arms are so-“
“you okay love bug? i know you said your arms hurt but i know that’s not the whole story.” eddie interrupted steve’s never ending thoughts.
steve let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before rushing out,
“today is just too much. i woke up and the sun was too bright and the birds were basically screaming outside. and i tried to workout to focus on something else but it didn’t really help. and then at work the lights were humming and robin kept saying she couldn’t even hear it and it made me feel crazy. then i noticed my arms hurt from working out. now i can’t un-notice it and i can kind of control the stuff around me but i can’t control the stuff in me!”
“hey okay sweetheart just take a deep breath, it’s going to be okay.”
steve took some deep breaths as eddie continued,
“how about we take a hot shower and afterward i can massage your arms for you. does that sound like something you’d be up for baby?”
steve didn’t hesitate to agree to the plan set before him by his wonderfully caring boyfriend. following eddie’s lead into the bathroom.
the shower helps to release some of the tension he had been holding in his body all day. the steam and eddies hands working in tandem to surround his body. once they get out and after the aforementioned massage steve drifts to sleep curled around eddie. mind quiet for the first time all day.
a/n: this is my first time writing more than just a blurb in like a decade so lmk how y’all feel ab it! (unless you hate it then you keep that to yourself lol)
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emma-elsa-0000 · 25 days ago
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this is all I’m talking about until halloween sorry i don’t make the rules
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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Eddie immediately started snooping when Steve invited him over to hang out.
Eddie: Your parents have a lot of nice things that they don't seem to play with!
Steve: Yeah, they don't give a shit. You're welcome to take anything from here. They won't even notice!
It got quiet for a moment, and when Steve picked up the phone to order pizza, there came a loud sound from upstairs. Eddie's feet sound sounded like thunder as he hurried downstairs and into the living room. He slammed the phone down, picked up Steve, and threw him over his shoulder before running towards the door.
Steve: EDDIE!
Eddie: You said anything! No take backs!
Steve: . . .Yeah, okay, I did say that. Carry on.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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Eddie: Maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands.
Steve: With each other or with the horrors?
Eddie: I've got two hands.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.
Eddie looks down. "Huh?"
"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.
Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.
"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."
He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"
That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'
He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.
"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.
"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"
"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"
Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.
"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?
"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."
He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.
"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.
"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.
He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.
"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."
"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.
"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.
Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."
He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"
He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.
"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.
Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"
Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.
"You're not straight?"
"No."
"And you were flirting?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"
They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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The thing about this website is that you can NOT predict what posts will do numbers. If you sit down and craft something and think 'this is the most insightful thing I've ever written' it will get one pity like from a ten-year mutual. If you flop over to the computer at 3am to drowsily type some bullshit like 'bones are perpetually unborn teeth' before passing out over your keyboard it'll destroy your notifications for weeks.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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inspired by this post
The last thing on Steve's mind was Eddie Munson. Even when he was all Dustin could talk about. He barely spared the guy a thought when they were in school together to begin with. Eddie occupied precisely zero percent of his brain space.
So it was kind of jarring to have him suddenly take up all the space he had. Steve had come to the school to pick up Dustin, Mike, and Lucas only to see them crowding around Eddie, who was holding one of the nurse's trusty ice packs to his face.
Steve usually just honked his horn to get them to run up and get in, but there was no separating them right now. And the moment Steve walked over, there was a cacophony of voices, shouting over each other. He had to shout even louder to get them to stop and Eddie's wince didn't go unnoticed.
Once it was quiet, Steve only asked. "Who?"
"Jason and his cronies", Mike spat out.
"All of you, car. Now."
"But-!"
"Now!", Steve ordered. The three of them shifted and Steve realized he needed to be specific because obviously they weren't going to leave Eddie behind. And leaving him wasn't a part of Steve's plan either.
"All of you. Munson, you get to ride shotgun."
He didn't wait long enough to see Eddie's expression before turning to get in his car. There was a mad scramble and once again they continued to shout at each other, trying to tell the story. Steve didn't even bother trying to quiet them then, settling for having to piece together the story.
He knew Lucas had tried out for basketball. Between Steve and Mr. Sinclair, he'd gone from hopeless to hopeful. Steve even warned Lucas that sometimes the team did a little hazing for the new recruits. Apparently the hazing went too far in Lucas' case and Eddie stepped in.
Steve never would have expected Eddie to care. To actually step between Lucas and danger when he'd gone out for sports instead of his weird nerd club. Steve found it easy to relate. When they got to his house, he didn't mean to, but basically manhandled Eddie to the bathroom where the first aid kit was.
"Umm-"
"Don't talk", Steve said. Both because he needed to work on his face and also because he wasn't sure what Eddie would say. This was weird, of course it was. But it was the right thing to do. Steve wondered when the right thing would start to feel less weird. After patching Eddie up, he sent him to the living room. Dustin had already turned the tv to something, taking advantage of the Harrington's sound system. And Mike and Lucas were already raiding the fridge.
"Don't get too comfortable", Steve said, hands on his hips. He sighed before heading up to his room. The nail bat was still in his trunk, but he wouldn't need a weapon that rough. When he came back downstairs, bat hanging over his shoulder, Eddie's non-swollen eye got wide.
"Where are you going with that?"
"Taking care of some business", Steve said. "If I'm not back in an hour, order some pizza. Eddie and only Eddie is allowed to drink the beers in the fridge."
There was a trio of groans, but Eddie was still to gobsmacked to speak.
"What the hell is he about to do?", he finally found the words once Steve was out the door.
"Probably gonna bust some kneecaps on Lucas' behalf", Mike said before crunching on a handful of potato chips.
Eddie looked to Dustin for confirmation. There was no way, right? But Dustin only grinned.
"I told you. Bad. Ass."
Eddie still didn't believe it even when Steve returned, a bit sweaty and hair slightly mussed, the beginning of a bruise on his cheek but otherwise unscathed.
He had to believe it when he found out Jason and a few other players suddenly had broken hands or legs.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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Steve comes home one day to find a weeping Eddie curled around their dog.
“She’s mortal, Stevie!” His dramatic, tender-hearted boyfriend moans. “Look at her face! How am I supposed to survive losing that?” He bursts into a fresh wave of tears, and hugs their dog closer to his chest.
Their puppy is six months old.
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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What about Steve being a huge Corroded Coffin fan without knowing what the band members look like? Him meeting Eddie thinking he's just a regular guy and then they fall in love.
One day Steve plays one of their songs and is nodding his head and mumbling the words and Eddie is just surprised that he hasnt realized who hes dating. Steve even says that the singer kinda sounds like Eddie.
Steve only finds out when someone takes a picture of them and he sees himself online with the captain "lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin has a boyfriend?" Steve is all shocked and then Googles what the lead guitarist looks like and just sees thousands of pictures of Eddie
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emma-elsa-0000 · 1 month ago
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You’re all gonna love this one
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