#s4 formal

[zeussim]

@simandy Happy Birthday, Ellen!!!! I made this for you! fheuifjedwiiw I started and finished this today fjeidejoskdjs so I'm still a bit hyper~ It has 30 swatches, spec, normal and shadow maps. And well technically it has 60 swatches, one with glitter and one without! I hope you like it very much fjdskdsjkd I even made some goth swatches for you, Ellen ~~ I love you, happy birthday!

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Wedding Dress with Puff Sleeves and Satin Corset SET *2 STYLES*

Luxurious off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice and a full, flowing skirt. The bodice features intricate detailing, enhancing the elegance of the dress. Long, billowing sleeves add a touch of regality, making it perfect for formal events, weddings and special occasions. 👑👗🎉

This dress is available in two versions: one with a transparent skirt and one with a solid skirt. Each version has its own package file.

Items in the set:

Solid Dress in 20 colors

Transparent Dress in 20 colors

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[pumpkinrootbeer]

i do think it is legitimately very funny whenever someone tries to make the claim that lavabending is inherently a very slow subbending and therefore not good in a fight. specifically when using that argument against Bolin's skill as a bender.

Sure, I feel like in very specific instances with Ghazan that could be a fair argument to make. It takes him a moment to destabilize the Ba Sing Se wall and for him to kick up enough lava to destroy the airbending temple. (to the point I would argue that if Bolin had been versed in lavabending like he was in s4 he would have swept the ground with Ghazan), but in moments where he's actually in a fight his lava is incredibly quick.

Just the lava frisbee on its own is an incredibly quick move

But making that argument with Bolin in particular is absolutely batshit when outside of lavabending he is an incredibly quick fighter. I would say it is one of, if not the, most defining things about his fighting style. He moves very, very quickly and uncharacteristically agile for a earthbender. This is a known thing. Like

I am not the first person to say this but no other earthbender does backflips like he does. And THEN with lavabending he is just as quick if not more so

Bolin since season 1 has had an uncanny knack for bending incredibly fast, and his lavabending is no exception to that rule. It's honestly something that haunts my brain all the time because how quick he is with it low-key breaks the balancing? a little?? Like earthbending was always shown to be very strong but in turn it was slower than other types of bending, but with Bolin that doesn't really seem to be a hangup he has.

[lilypixels]

An Annalise[core] Lookbook

Felt like making a lookbook with Annalise after seeing some items and going “oh that’d be so cute on her” so here we are! Funny how her color has steadily also become green cause that wasn’t how it was supposed to be xD 

Style 1: Dress / Hat / Boots / Gloves (CL) / Necklace / Hair

Style 2: Outfit / Headscarf (with bangs) / Shoes / Gloves (MWS) / Necklace (CL)

Style 3: Top / Skirt / Hairband / Shoes / Necklace / Hair (3)

Style 4: Sweater / Pants (HSY) / Shoes / Scarf 

Style 5: Dress (*TSR) / Hat (V1) / Ring / Acc Top / Hair

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[nureyevs-worst-alias]

My fav part in the Penumbra is everyone taking one look at Juno and going "Put that lady in formal-wear"

(Cecil Kanagawa in Murderous Mask 1.01, Ingrid Lake in The Midnight Fox 1.12, Nureyev in The Man In Glass, Nureyev in Train to Nowhere)

[simciety-ccfinds]

Wedding Dress CC Finds

*I did not make this content! All custom content is credited to the creator*

I will not re-upload, convert,  recolor or retexture meshes or any other content per the creators TOU (which I do read). I do not get paid by commission, website traffic, or reviews.   You will be redirected to the creator's page for download instructions

I did not create these sims

Thank you & Happy Simming! 

#1 - The Sims Resource - Wedding Dress EB13 with Blush Colors

#2 - The Sims Resource - Wedding Dress 10 RECOLOR 5 (Needs mesh)

#3 - The Sims Resource - VR Floral Encrusted Tulle Ball Gown

#4 - The Sims Resource - Lorenza

#5 - (Mesh Required for this one to work) - The Sims Resource - Ryn Wedding Dress (Mesh required)

#6 - The Sims Resource - Cornelia Gown 

#7 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress - Katya (S4)

#8 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress - Tatiana (S4)

#9 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress - Cynthia 2 (S4)

#10 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress 25 V.2 (S4)

#11 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress 06 (S4)

#12 - Dress+Veil - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress 02 and veil (S4)

#13 - BEO CREATIONS: Butterflies - wedding dress (S4) 

#14 - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding dress 25 V.3 (S4)

#15 - The Sims Resource - Bohemian Wedding - The Bride

#16 - The Sims Resource - Flower Embellished Gown

#17 - The Sims Resource - Romantic Wedding Gown

#18 - The Sims Resource - Wedding Gown 

Wedding Accessories 

Flower Crown - BEO CREATIONS: Circlet of flowers (S4)

Veil - BEO CREATIONS: Wedding veil 04 (S4)

Tiara - BEO CREATIONS: Tiara "Eagle"

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[[ transcript below ]]

gemma: looks like someone learned a new trick

theo: you kind of disappeared for a second ... are signal blockers messing with your magic? lame

gemma: question my magic again and i will curse you. my nieces are asking for my attention ... guess we talk in the wedding?

theo: are you coming then?

gemma: yeah, do you think i woud pass the opportunity to wear formal?

hey, never forget that i'm here for you. deal?

theo: i won't. deal.

[driftwoodcryptid]

so i watched the new trailer

[enniewritesathing]

Davidson Family Portrait

Standing: Jacob (L), Johnathan (R) Sitting: Ian (L), Noelle (R)

[zeussim]

Happy Birthday to me !

There are around 2 hours left of my birthday, but I did it I finished it! Though if you do find issues let me know and I'll fix it tomorrow! I don't know what happened to me I just got the urge to improve EA's sorry attempt at a Hanbok two days ago and so I did.

There are 45 swatches (all in the gif) plus a spec and normal map!

It is around 4500 poly, but the package is around 18 mb because of the beautiful swatches heheheh

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[stop-saying-tootsie]

What's your favorite episode of Ghosts, if someone hasn't asked you already :)

hi!!

this is a very good question tbh, i think i have to say “gone gone” (s4e4) is probably one of the best, though i think that’s something we can all collectively agree on, it’s just remarkable in every way. but besides that, i like “he came!” (2021 special) and of course “woodworm men” !!!

[simstariaccfinds]

By @miikocc​

[iron-sides]

god tbats a gorgeous shot

[star-mum]

1) good morning I'm feeling unwell today and seeing your comments on my posts made me smile so big 💖💕

2) there is nothing in the canon about Tamaran (like the stuff I said about Tamaran) and its gods, but I love making up lore and I figured of they're from a different PLANET rather than being fatphobic, they're gonna be fat positive. Cause I said so

3) GAR'S AUTISTIC TRAITS. I COULD RANT FOR HOURS

To me, it's encapsulated by the scene: "when Conner wakes up, call Bruce" "Bruce... Wayne?" "No, Bruce Springsteen." "...what?"

1) Gar needs specific instructions about what to do for Conner beyond just "take care of him"

2) the only Bruce that Dick knows is Bruce Wayne, but Gar has the need to CLARIFY that Dick means "Bruce Wayne"

3) when Dick replies with "Bruce Springsteen", he is being sarcastic, and Gar doesn't pick up on that sarcasm AT ALL

People in the audience might think that this implies that Gar doesn't know who Bruce Springsteen even IS, but NO, king of all things vintage definitely knows this name. He is just confused because he doesn't. Know. That Dick. Is JOKING

There is definitely a moment there where Gar absolutely thinks that Dick knows a man named Bruce Springsteen who will help them out in this situation

I love Gar so much 💖💕

Hii !! Im sad to hear you’re not doing so well and I’m glad my comment helped a little 😙💖

Tamaran should ABSOLUTELY have a fat positive culture. I mean it is kinda crazy to me, that an alien planet that hasn’t had any big interactions with earth would have the same type of prejudice we do (they’ll probably have issues of their own but eXACTLY THE SAME AS ON EARTH ??? That sounds like lazy world building at the least

Gar is autistic = Canon

I truly don’t know what my brain did cause I actually did pick on those traits — the Bruce Springsteen scene is so clear he was asking for further clarification and Dicks answer confused him cause he took him seriously — I just didn’t connect the fucking dots KSKSKS (“I’ve connected them” “you didn’t connect shit” ya know)

[luveline]

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summary eddie drags you out to lovers lake for some fun [2.7k]

warnings smut, 18+ please no minors, fem!reader, praise kink, heavy petting, finger-fucking, giggly sex, soft but very teasing eddie, an extreme amount of hickeys, public but also no one is there so, aftercare, no s4 spoilers, eddie maybe has dacryphillia my bad

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"Listen to me," Eddie whispers. "Nobody is gonna come up here." 

"You don't know that," you argue back mildly, your neck kiss bitten and your chest full of melty hot pleasure. 

What he does know is that you're going to let him do whatever it is he wants to do to you, even if it's by the side of Lovers Lake in the velvet dark. He always knows what you're thinking. What you're feeling.  

"Would you rather get back in the van?" he asks. 

He's genuine and that's what makes you giggle, stroking the hair from his face where he's lying across your chest.

"I don't wanna fuck in the van again," you murmur. It gets stuffy from the heat. The lakeside breeze is nicer if you ignore the occasional bug.

He rubs his nose into your naked collar. "Who said anything about all that?" 

"So you don't want to?" 

"Your assumptions are embarrassing us both tonight."

You smile at him. He doesn't smile back until his mouth is at your throat. You can feel it, the shape of his lips pulled up like he just can't hide it.

"You're sure nobody will come up here?" you ask. 

"No," he says, vibrations tickling you.

You huff in bemusement as he kisses across your throat, his hand braced behind your ear. He turns your head towards his searching and leaves little half crescents of affection in a curved line to your jaw.

You're breathless by the time he's finished. 

"You're wearing this pretty skirt…" He starts suggestively, other hand at the tight waistband, his nail skipping over the hem. “I was thinking you could leave it on. That way, anybody takes a little soirée to our side of the lake, I’ll stop and nobody will know what we’ve been upto.”

“What are we upto?” you ask. 

He cups your neck and hovers above you, puppy eyes wide and bright even in the dark of the summer night. 

“Well, if you’re so inclined-“

“Quit with the formalities, Munson.”

Eddie squeezes your throat very lightly, eyes glowing with mirth. 

“Fine,” he says, in the rough way that almost makes you regret asking. “I’m gonna fuck you out with my fingers, and you’re gonna say my name when you cum.” He speaks each word slowly, quietly. His lips are barely parted when he adds, “Okay?”

"How can you say stuff like that?" you ask, flushing with heat. 

"You bring it out of me." 

He brushes his thumb over your throat. You dip your chin to your chest and smile, a tendril of excitement bursting through the sloven, slow pleasure of his closeness and his hickeys. 

"Okay," you say, voice low. 

"Okay," he repeats with a smile, catching your small smile with his lips. 

He readjust as he kisses, taking his weight off of your chest in favour of stroking his hand down your front. You sigh into his open-mouth, chest heaving under his hands, his fingers as they push over your boobs. 

He's gentle, his lips less so. 

You grow dizzy with it all, his massaging and his firm kisses, your heart racing as his hand travels down, down, down… 

He pushes his hand under your vest and spreads his fingers over your midriff, the heat of his palm seeping into your skin. 

"You're so soft," he says, pulling away a half inch, his exhales fanning over your chin.

He grasps the curve of your tummy, hands moving to the side. He follows over your hip, rubs a soothing path up your sides to your ribs. 

"N'so pretty," he says, ducking down to kiss the corner of your mouth. "Fucking so pretty." 

You rake your hands through his hair and pull it away from his face, forcing him to look at you as you look at him, his eyes, with ill contained reverence. In the dark his pupils fade into his irises, a swell of black-brown, pretty lashes, pretty eyebrows. 

Says you, you want to protest, but the words get caught in your throat as he needles into the side of your neck, lips catching at your skin, sucking at a half-formed love bite with renewed interest. 

The hand at your ribs slides down slowly but surely, back to your hips and abdomen. 

"Gonna get my pretty thing feeling good," he promises into your skin. 

His words are smothered and yet each strikes you, sending waves of heat to your core. His kissing before likely would've been enough but this second round, knowing what he's going to do to you, is a sweet torture. You squeeze your thighs together for a relief you can't find, the whisper of a whine building in your throat as Eddie's fingertips run over the waistband of your skirt. 

He kisses your neck until it burns, letting your skin pop free lewdly. 

"What do you think?" he asks. 

"'Bout what?" You're breathless.

"Do you think I should make my pretty girl feel good?" 

You love and hate his teasing, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you say, "Yeah, Eds. I think you should." 

"You do?" 

His hands move to your legs. You shiver at his touch, hot hands on your cold skin. He doesn't do anything but stroke them, a rough pressure, thumbs pressing into the dough of your inner thighs. He draws near your cunt and then away, never quite touching. 

"Please, Eddie," you plead. 

He pulls your legs apart, sitting up so he can drop kisses into your kneecap. "Tell me what you want." 

"Eddie."

"You want help?" he asks knowingly. 

You nod, almost feverish. 

He kisses your knee again, his cheek pressed to your skin, looking demure. It's in complete juxtaposition with his evil teasing, in your opinion. 

"Tell me how pretty you are. Tell me you're so pretty, you deserve to get fucked out." 

You inhale hard. "I'm so pretty I… I deserve to-" you stop, feel the immense weight of his hand, his fingertips where they run along the elastic of your panties. "I deserve to get fucked out," you whisper.

His beaming smile is worth it. He manhandled your thighs enough that you think you might get little fingerprint bruises. You don't think you'd mind as long as they're his. 

"Yes you do," he agrees, rubbing the tip of his nose against your kneecap before changing course. "Come here, sweetheart." 

Eddie manoeuvres your back to his chest and you're sitting in the spread of his legs. You can feel his dick hard against your back and feel that lovesickness for him amp up. 

He takes the back of your thigh into his hand and pulls your leg up, splaying you open. 

"Hold your skirt for me?" he murmurs. 

"This is a compromising position," you say, and do as he asks. 

Eddie pushes his hand over the top of your cunt then  down, rubbing into the bump of your clit. "Be brave, babe," he says, softness replaced by a mild exasperation. "I'll make it worth your while." 

"If someone comes up that hill and sees you with your fingers in-"

You're cut off by his hand hooking under your underwear and pulling, running the fabric over his fingers. He laughs under his breath. 

"You-" He laughs again, then mimics your gasp. Your heart is in your throat as he mocks you. "All these pretty sounds and I've barely touched you." 

"That's not true." 

His cock twitches against your back. "No?" 

"No," you whimper pathetically, watching as he pulls your panties to one side. "You, you were kissing my neck, and-" 

He really laughs then. "It's so easy." His voice melts you. Smug, beggy. You can almost hear his eyes rolling back, can picture the look on his face. 

His fingers pet your cunt, careful, his lips coming to rest on your neck. "So easy to get you, huh?" More smug than beggy, you decide. The tone of someone who's about to ruin you. 

You turn your face to his, leaning back to take him in. He's smirking, but there's a familiar sweetness about him as he circles your entrance. 

"What?" he asks softly. You catch a sneak of his tongue as he licks his lip. 

You have a smirk all your own when you kiss the underside of his jaw. "Nothing," you croon. 

"Nothing?" he asks. "Now why don't I believe you?" 

"I'm untrustworthy," you say agreeably, pulling his skin between your teeth gently, a tiny love bite. 

Eddie runs a big hand down your arm and pulls the other from your cunt. 

"Kiss?" he asks. 

When you try to kiss his lips he evades. "Fingers, baby." 

You pout but kiss his fingers chastely. 

"We both know that's not the kind of kiss I meant." 

He drags your bottom lip down. You open obligingly, though shyness for something that feels this erotic keeps you from opening wide and his fingers scrape between your teeth. He draws a circle into your tongue, his knuckles pushing into your soft palate. 

"Suck for me?" Eddie asks. 

And oh, you're gonna kill him when it's his turn. You suck on his fingers and he slides them in and out of your lips, just once, enough to make you close your eyes 

"Thank you," he says quietly.

You shudder. 

"Thank you," he repeats into your neck, cheery, nearing sarcastic, taking his spit wet fingers back to your entrance. He rubs a slow circle and pushes in, at first one finger and then two. 

You seize up on instinct but quickly relax, eased by his lazy kisses over your hickied throat, his hand reassuring on your arm. 

"Tight," he says. "You okay?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"Just…" He curls his fingers, thumb rubbing circles into the bead of your clit. "Relax for me, sweetheart." 

For me. For me. For me. 

You let yourself go limp under his touching, weight holding heavy in his arms. He doesn't say a word that isn't encouraging, whispering little praises into your neck as he works you open. 

He rubs against your sweet spot and you keen, leg kicking up. He grabs your thigh in a cruel grip and spreads you open again, shushing you. "Right there?" 

You nod, unable to speak as he buries his fingers inside you and scissors them wide, rubbing emphatically into your walls, searching for the spot again. Your thigh twitches under his hand. 

Eddie works faster now he's found it, his index and pinky finger slapping into the soft skin of your cunt with every thrust, your body flinching into his. He rocks with you, teeth scratching at your neck. 

"You like that?" he asks. 

"Yeah," you say, something about his force making you teary eyed. 

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and holds them above you, spreading them wide. Your slick ribbons between them. "A little too much, maybe," he says. He rubs them down your slit, collecting the little puddle of wetness dripping down and pushing it back inside you. "Don't ruin the blanket, sweetheart. We wanna be able to use it again, don't we?" 

Slow, fast, searching and shallow, deeper when you beg for it, tormenting your clit until it's swollen under his touch, every right move. Eddie's an expert in making you feel good, attentive to your changing needs, observational. Constantly asking what you want, how he can make it better for you. 

He pinches your clit between wet fingers. 

You turn your face into his chest to mumble fucked out nonsense and he wraps a hand around your head, petting gently. 

"You're okay. You're okay," he says, pulling his fingers out carefully. 

"Don't stop," you say. "Please, Eds, I wanna…" 

He rubs your clit, tight circles that build quickly. "You wanna cum?" he asks. 

You nod into his chest, missing his fingers inside you desperately. 

"Remember what I said?" he asks. 

You nod again. He groans, kisses the crown of your head and then sits up, arms under your arms and pulling you tight to his front. 

He hooks his hands under your legs and spreads them wide before smoothing one of them over your naked thigh, adjusting your soaked underwear. You hold onto his forearms, squeezing dark tattoos and pale skin. 

"Gonna take three?" he asks. He sounds very confident. He sounds proud, you think, skin aflame with heat and clammy with sweat, kissed by the lake's cool breeze. He sounds very, very smitten. "Yeah? Fuck, sweetheart, y'always so good for me."

You're biting back awful, mewling sounds as Eddie works in his three fingers, stretching you out as his other hand pushes wet figure eights into your clit. He moves rhythmically, hands in tandem as he fucks into your g-spot and bullies your clit. 

You pant for air, feeling your orgasm growing until it's white hot, thighs pushing closed around his hands. He ignores this and pulls you through it, his breathing loud in your ear as you gasp. 

"Eddie," you say weakly, chest heaving as you cum. "Eddie." 

"There you go," he mutters. "Alright, you got it." 

"Please," you say, eyes wet, not sure what you're begging for as it fades. 

Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and hugs you tight as he pushes two fingers into your still-contracting cunt. "You sound fucking insane when you cum," he says conversationally, his hand rubbing your side a comfort as you come down.

"How do I look?" you ask. 

"Worse. You get this crease between your eyebrows like you're gonna burst into tears." He's murmuring. You're distracted by his fingers still in your cunt and almost miss it when he says, "You sound like you're gonna burst into tears. Fuck."

You grab his wrist and pull his greedy fingers from your cunt. He wraps that arm around you too, burying his face into the back of your shoulder. 

You take in a sharp inhale and giggle. "Shit." 

"What's funny?" 

You let your head hang forward, exhausted. "Nothing. Here, let me-" You pull his arms off of you to turn and tuck him into a hug, skirt falling back into place, hiding the evidence of his ruining like he'd promised it would. 

You push onto your knees so he can cross his legs. There's a kerfuffle as you climb into his lap, and then you're content. You breathe him in, tired and giddy and lovesick

Eddie laughs as he accepts your embrace. 

"I'm getting mess all over you," he says apologetically. 

"That's okay." 

He rubs your back roughly. Settling, you can hear the sounds of the lake again, the cicadas, the water lapping the shore, the shush of long reeds in the wind. You feel warm but won't consider moving, arms over Eddie's shoulders, the side of your face to his. His cheek is warm. You suspect yours is warmer. 

You brush your fingers through the ends of his ragged curls, eyes open and hungry for his details. The back of his neck, the ridge of his shoulder under his t-shirt. You covet the nape of his neck, brushing your thumb over the top of his spine as he begins to hum. 

"What are you singing?" you whisper. 

"You wouldn't know it."

"I might." 

He hums a few more bars. 

"What kind of song is it?" you ask. "Metal?" 

He pauses before he answers, hand moving to your neck to pull you away. 

"It's a love song." 

"That's awful," you say, awful as in lovely, as in sickeningly adorable, as in you need to kiss him silly. 

You try but Eddie's focused on your neck, knuckles knocking over the column of your throat. The concern on his face makes you groan. 

"How bad is it?" you ask. 

Eddie pushes his fingernail into tender skin, a charming uptilt to his lips. "Bruise of the year, babe." 

"You're in for it, Munson."

"I'd fucking hope so." He bares his neck eagerly. You suspect his theatrical excitement is ninety percent genuine. "Do your worst."  

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thank you for reading ♡

proofread but im tired so please forgive any awful mistakes, ill fix them eventually!

[steddieas-shegoes]

uh. what?

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is healing wounds'

rated m | 1,782 words | cw: injury recovery, mild blood, recreational drug use | tags: post s4, hurt/comfort, getting together, fade to black

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The stitches pulled and he couldn't get comfortable. He almost wished Robin hadn't made him get checked over, but anything that required this many stitches probably would've killed him if he hadn't. At least that's what Nancy said when he complained to her about it.

But now, Steve couldn't sleep, and sleep was apparently very important for healing.

The alarm clock next to his bed said 2:07 am, so calling someone was out. Going somewhere was also out, unless he wanted to go to the 24 hour diner alone.

Fresh air sounded good until he realized he'd have to either go for a walk in the middle of the night alone or sit by the pool alone.

He didn't want to be alone.

His phone started to ring just when he was considering taking a shower out of boredom.

"Harrington residence, this is Steve."

"So formal for two in the morning, Stevie," Eddie's laugh rang through the line and Steve couldn't help smiling. Something about Eddie's energy was contagious, a beacon of light when all he had was the darkness of his room.

"Didn't know if it was an international business partner for my parents. Happens sometimes when they forget time zones." Steve moved to the edge of his bed so the cord didn't have to stretch as far. "What are you doing up?"

"Had a dream about being eaten alive again. This time they managed to eat both of my nipples." Eddie scoffed. "Isn't one enough?"

Steve chuckled. "And you can't go back to sleep because you're scared they'll come take your other nipple?"

"It's a genuine concern, Steve! I have big dreams of piercing this thing and if they take it from me, what do I have left?"

"I think you'd probably just find something else to pierce," Steve shook thoughts of what that might be out of his head before they could take over. "So you can't sleep. You thought you'd call and wake me up to suffer with you?"

Eddie was silent for a moment before responding. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," Steve said quickly, not wanting Eddie to feel bad. "I was awake."

"Nightmare?"

"No, stitches are bothering me."

"You wanna come over? I found my hidden stash. Might help with the stitches," Eddie offered.

Steve probably shouldn't. He was on some pain meds already and if he got too fucked up, he'd probably cry. That's what happened last time he had some of whatever Eddie was selling.

"I'll come over, but probably shouldn't have anything. Robin would kill me if I end up in the hospital," Steve gave a half-truth.

"Yeah, she's terrifying. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Before Steve could tell him that was a bad idea, he hung up.

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When Steve got to Eddie's, he let out the breath he'd been holding the entire drive. Eddie was sitting on the porch, alone, his guitar by his side.

Maybe he'd been playing already, or maybe he planned to play to help distract Steve from the way his skin felt like it was too much.

He got out of the car and waved when Eddie looked over at him with a smile.

"Didn't think you'd get here so quick," Eddie didn't bother standing up, Steve just knew to go sit by him.

But the steps on the Munson's porch were rickety at best, "temporary" according to the government officials who had stuck them here because they didn't think it was worth putting them in a home across town, and Steve's eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dull glow of the light by the front door. He missed the top step and immediately fell, barely catching himself on the wood of the porch.

Eddie was helping him up immediately, doing his best not to make his own injuries worse.

"Shit, you okay? Wayne tried fixing it, but it just keeps getting loose."

Steve felt a stinging pain on his side, and when his hand grazed over the worst of his bites, he felt something warm and wet on his fingers.

"Shit," without looking, he knew he'd torn his stitches. "Eddie, I need a towel or something."

"Shit, that's a lot of blood. That's a lot of blood. It shouldn't be that much, right? Like even tearing your stitches, it shouldn't be-"

"Eddie." Steve poked his arm, stayed as calm as he could. He bled easy, so sometimes even small things looked worse than they were. "Towel."

"Right, yeah. Should you come with me?" Eddie shook his head. "I mean can you move? Should you stay here?"

"I'll sit here until I have a towel. Don't wanna get blood on the carpet."

"Got it."

Eddie still seemed unsure about leaving him, but must have noticed how much blood was soaking through Steve's shirt and rushed inside. He was back in less than a minute, a black towel in his hand.

"It's clean. It's the one I usually use for my hair, but I didn't get to fold it from the dryer yet. Um, just put pressure on it."

Steve knew what to do, was used to putting pressure on wounds, but appreciated Eddie trying to triage it anyway.

"You got a needle and thread, right?" Steve asked once he took his shirt off and put pressure on the bite. It was already bleeding much less, a positive sign that maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"I mean, I do. I don't have medical tools that have been sanitized properly."

"You have water to boil and vodka?"

"Steve. I'm not fucking performing a medical procedure on your stomach," Eddie shook his head. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

"I trust you."

The words hung heavy between them, despite the fact it wasn't exactly news to either of them. They'd been through it all together, why wouldn't he trust him?

"Okay, let's get inside and I'll get everything ready."

Getting inside was easier said than done. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but the pain had really started to set in and every breath felt like knives stabbing into him.

"Deep breath, Stevie," Eddie said as he sat him down on the couch and helped him lay back. "I'll get you something for the pain."

"Something" was an edible, and Eddie seemed hesitant to give it to him, but all reservations Steve previously had went out the window as he felt his hands shaking from the pain.

Eddie prepared everything while the edible kicked in, checking in with Steve every few minutes to make sure he hadn't passed out or started bleeding again.

When the room started to feel blurry and his head felt light, Steve smiled over at Eddie, who looked nervous.

"Ready for your magic hands," Steve wiggled his brows.

Eddie made a strangled sound before leaning over the wound and wiping some of the blood away gently so he could see where to stitch him back up.

He worked as quickly as possible, humming softly to distract himself and Steve from what was happening.

Steve was high.

He was high and he was feeling good despite the needle in his skin.

He drifted for a bit, couldn't be sure how long, but eventually, Eddie was touching his cheek and making him open his eyes.

"Think you should stand up so I can wrap a bandage on it. Then you can try to shower off some of the blood if you want. Wayne got one of those removable showerheads. Feels fancy," Eddie said as he moved the hair off of Steve's face.

"Help?" Steve managed to ask.

"Yeah, I can help you with the wrap and start the shower for you," Eddie nodded.

"In the shower?" Steve asked.

Eddie paused. "I can keep us dressed?"

"But." Steve huffed. "Blood."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh at his confusion, Steve's lips pouting out and his eyes squinting. "Okay, okay. If you're okay with it, I'm okay with it. You're high as shit, man."

"I'm standing right on the ground," Steve waved his arms around him. "Or is the ground standing on me but the other way?"

"God, this is the best. Okay, let's go."

"Wait!" Steve grabbed Eddie's arms. "You should know something."

Eddie raised his brows in question. "Go on."

"I'm very in love with you. And also kinda hard."

Eddie blinked, not processing. Now he felt high.

"Uh. What?"

"I have an erection." Steve made a disgusted face. "Hate that word. Sounds so middle school sex ed."

"It is." Eddie shook his head. "I guess I meant more like, how and why and what the hell do you mean by it."

Steve giggled. "I said you had magic hands and I was right."

"Dude, I was literally giving you stitches. I am failing to see why that would make you hard."

"It's cuz you're so gentle and your tongue sticks out when you're trying to focus. And also I started thinking about what you'd do if I couldn't move," Steve sighed dreamily. "You have handcuffs."

"Okay. Let's pause." Eddie let out a small hysterical laugh. "You want me to help you in the shower because you love me? Do you even need help?"

"Probably. But I also want help. And also you're a helper for me."

"What does that even mean? Where's Robin when you need her to decode what the hell you're talking about?"

"You're a helper for me! Because you help me be better about asking for help! And then you help!"

"Okay, that's. Good. I'm still not sure what's happening."

"You're gonna help me shower. I'm gonna try very hard not to come. We sleep?" Steve looked around Eddie out the window, like he was checking if it was still night time. "And then in the morning I wake up and get yelled at by Robin."

"Why would she-"

"The stitches. And the telling you I love you thing. She's gonna be real mad about that."

"Why?" Eddie felt like he was losing it. What was even happening anymore? How had he completely lost control of the night?

"She wanted to help me do a speech thing."

This was just getting more wild.

Steve needed a shower, and he needed sleep. Eddie needed a minute to gather his own thoughts.

"Shower. Sleep. Talk in the morning." Eddie raised his hand to cup Steve's neck. "Robin murders you after we talk."

"Deal." Steve's face sank, but he quickly perked back up. "But shower?"

"Yes, shower. Go, horndog."

Steve laughed as he half-limped to the bathroom, clearly feeling some pain even with the drugs in his system. Eddie followed and resisted touching Steve as much as possible.

Which ended up being about two minutes.