Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Into the Danger Zone

Y/N POV
Friday, August 30, 1985.

I arrived at the Hellfire room at 5:30 and anxiously leaned against the wall outside the door, waiting for Eddie to arrive. I got there early, but I couldn't help it, I was excited to finally have an opportunity to rub my writing skills in Fred's face. In fact, I was so excited that I spent all of lunch in the newsroom researching the rules of D&D to be well prepared for today's meeting. A couple minutes later, I saw Eddie coming down the hallway, an annoyed expression on his face.

"I told you 6," He muttered, aggressively jamming his keys into the lock.

"Well, I'm here now," I retorted as he got the door open. I started to walk into the room, but was stopped by Eddie.

"I'm not ready for you," He sighed down at me as he leaned against his arm in the doorway, trying to block me from entering. I ducked under his arm, brushing past him into the room. I stepped up to the table, studying the array of objects scattered across the table top. I picked a figurine up off of the table, turning it around in my hand to observe it from all sides.

"Hey, don't touch anything!" He screamed, snatching the figurine out of my hand and examining it to make sure I didn't damage it. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic reaction. "Why are you here so early, anyway?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I was excited I guess."

"Oh, so you're excited to see me?" Eddie smirked over at me as he started to set up for the campaign.

"No," I shot him a dirty look. "For the journalistic opportunity."

"Mhm, whatever you say," He snickered to himself as he plugged a set of string lights into the wall, bringing the room to life. I wandered around the dimly lit cave aimlessly, taking this opportunity to fully observe the space. The room was cramped and full of cardboard boxes and unused auditorium lighting equipment jammed into the corners, obviously being some sort of storage closet that the club was relegated to. Ornate tapestries with intricate patterns were tacked to the chipping walls, only illuminated by the Christmas lights strewn across the low ceiling. I circled back to the table, where Eddie set up an array of small candles on the stands scattered behind the plastic fold-up chairs. He lit the candles one by one before finalizing the last few pieces on the tabletop. It would have been quite the romantic scene, but unfortunately Eddie was here. I pulled my polaroid camera out of my bag and began snapping pictures of various corners of the room.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, a tone of irritation cloaking his voice.

"I need pictures for my story, genius," I rolled my eyes at him, shaking a fresh photo lightly.

"Well, can you not? I'm trying to create a serene aura in here and you're kind of messing it up," He spat at me, exasperated, as he motioned his hands around the room.

"Nerd," I mumbled under my breath to myself as I tucked my camera and the photos carefully back into my bag. I walked back over to the table to examine his set up. It looked the exact same to me as before, but what do I know? "Can I ask you a few questions before the rest of the club gets here?"

He nodded and sat down in the throne at the head of the table. Oh yeah, did I mention he has a fucking throne at the head of the table? Who does this guy think he is? I sat down in the chair next to him and set up my tape recorder.

"Do you mind if I record this?" I asked. He shrugged disinterestedly. I start the recording and place the device on the table between us. "Okay, let's start with the basics, why did you decide to start a D&D club?"

"I don't know," He shrugs again. "D&D is cool and the school didn't have one already."

"Okay," I began writing my notes down on my legal pad. "And why the name 'Hellfire'?" I made air quotes with my fingers as I said 'Hellfire.'