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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

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"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask".

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?'

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?"

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?"

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged".

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window.

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?"

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?"

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night.

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack.

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb.

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street.

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake.

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?"

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything.

If anything, Eddie has more questions.

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot.

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue.

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?"

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?"

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone.

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him".

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt".

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.

And Wayne would never hurt him.

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse".

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…"

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?"

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday".

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos.

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end.

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again.

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!"

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers.

"Dustin?"

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

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merakiui · 2 years

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I’m in love with Riddle’s Halloween SSR and I was beaming with joy when it’s found out that he comes out next year 😁 But I fear my patience won’t last, especially with next year’s birthday SSR

In anycase, I’d love to hear some Halloween drabbles or concepts you have in mind w/ the housewardens! Even if it’s pretty early. - 🔮

Oh and now I can imagine female mc to have a Corpse/Ghost Bride kinda costume for Halloween after being pressured into one when everyone else has their own get up - 🔮

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His Halloween SSR is a blessing to behold!!! I’m also very relieved it’s coming next year. Twst has been giving so many events one after another and I can’t keep up.

Ooh, that would be a fun costume! I feel like they would all have their own costume ideas for you and some of them might be a little (or very) risqué, or they want you to match their dorm’s theme. They’re a little disheartened when you end up choosing to match with Grim.

Omg you have opened the floodgates… I have so many horror/Halloween ideas for the Housewardens. I’ll list a few below.

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, stalking, kidnapping/captivity, mention of gore/murder)

Final girl!darling x slasher!Housewarden. You’re the last one left and your yandere!Housewarden, covered in blood and approaching with slow, deliberate steps, is so very happy to finally catch a moment alone with you.

Shark cage diving but things go horribly wrong when all of the fish scatter, leaving you all alone and staring out into the deep blue. You wonder if a shark might be nearby because most creatures can sense when bigger predators are lurking and so you glance around in search of it. When you look down, half expecting to see more ocean, you’re horrified to find a gigantic blue eye staring right back at you from the gloomy depths, horizontal pupil perfectly fixated on your frozen form. (yes yes giant octo-mer azul hours)

Death game/battle royal with the Housewardens.

Apocalypse au where Twisted Wonderland is overrun by Overblots and NRC is a safe haven for those who haven’t succumbed to the blot. You find yourself taking shelter there after your friend Grim turned into something terrifying and monstrous and you’re hoping to find some answers or a cure at NRC. The Housewardens are skeptical of your arrival, but they welcome you nonetheless. Little do you know they’re all infected with the blot (except Kalim) and the more time they spend with you the deeper into insanity they fall. You’ll bring out the worst in them if you keep acting so helpless. <3

Kalim, who is your close friend, has become so very good at coercing you into doing things with him. Nervous about late-night magic carpet rides? Don’t worry! It’s completely safe and fun! Worried that his kisses linger too long? He’s just being friendly! Fearful of the fact that Kalim genuinely can’t see his actions as wrong and that you’re uncertain if he’ll ever understand how bad he can get when you tell him you don’t want to spend a life with him after graduation? Oh, that breaks his heart! You can’t just do that to him. He can provide for you and give you everything you could ever want. But no one’s ever taught Kalim that you can’t buy love with materialism, but oh does he certainly try. And when that doesn’t work, you’ll find yourself under a certain someone’s hypnotic command, slowly but surely conditioned into loving Kalim.

Idia’s not sure when it happened or how it’s gotten to this point, but for the first time in his life he’s certain that he’s found the one. You’re not 2D; you’re real and tangible, just separated by some odd distance and a screen. He’s the first one to arrive at your livestreams and he stays until the very end. You respond to his comments and the short-lived conversations give him reason to keep going. And then he learns that you’ve got a significant other. And then he learns that you’ve been together for a while. And then he realizes that all of those sweet sentiments were hollow and cold lies. And then what was once pure love and adoration soon grows thorns and barbs, until it’s devolved into a hatred so cloying it’s practically filth incarnate. Idia realizes it’s insanity to get so frustrated over something out of his control, but he’s too far gone to dwell on that any longer. All it takes is some digging and he finds your address, and soon he’ll find you. And soon you’ll belong to him, and he’ll teach you that that normie scum you call a lover is not worth your precious gaze.

Riddle but he’s an evil, angry spirit (or demon) trapped in a porcelain doll you purchase from an estate sale. The poor thing is cracked and chipped in various places and you take him in to get fixed up. He’s very stunning, what with his Victorian attire and cold, stony countenance. You treat him with so much care and appreciation, and when night falls the room grows impossibly chilly and things begin to move. And Riddle realizes that you’re much nicer than the humans who beheaded him when he was alive. He thinks he likes you and he’s going to stay no matter what.

Vil obsessing over your relationship with Neige. At first he told himself he didn’t care, but when the two of you post cute couple pictures and fun selfies he can’t help scoffing. And yet the more time he spends looking at them, the more you draw his gaze and soon he’s no longer obsessing over the relationship and how detrimental it is to his status as number one. Now he just wants you. And luckily for him, social media is a weapon he wields well.

There are legends of a unique creature who dwells deep in the thorny woods of Briar Valley. As an avid monster hunter, you’re determined to find the truth in those legends, if such a thing exists. What you don’t expect is to be captured the moment you set foot in Malleus’s territory. Lucky for you, he intends to spare you for reasons you can’t begin to fathom.

Little Red Riding Hood au but with Leona hehe!! Instead of going to meet grandmother, you’re meeting your lover. When you arrive to their dwelling, you’re horrified at the sharp, acrid smell of blood and the sight of mangled gore. And standing above the corpse, inspecting his blood-stained hands, is a beastman you’ve never met before. But he’s certainly had his eye on you for quite some time now. He’s given you your freedom for as long as his patience could hold out, but now it’s time for him to claim his herbivore.

Camboy Azul who always looks like your newest crush during his streams. :) You’re not even sure what he looks like or how he truly sounds. He’s like a chameleon, always changing himself to fit some image you find pleasing. It’s good that you can’t see his true appearance. It’ll make it all the more easier when he takes you for himself. Or alternatively, Azul doing everything he can to change himself to fit your tastes, to the point where it borderlines madness.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #🔮 anon #it’s never too early to discuss halloween >:D #camboy azul is stuck on my mind #i want him to be filthy and depraved and hiding many horrible secrets behind his personas >:)

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