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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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Hey! I ADORE your Eddie x reader stuff ❤️

Ive had this idea in my head but absolutely no time to write, but the Hellfire Club is pretty obviously using the theater departments prop storage room as their meeting place… what about a theater kid!reader who desperately needs some props for their version of Hamlet or something - specifically Eddie’s throne - and it conflicts with the only date everyone could make it to the big battle in his latest campaign. (I’m happy to help with any theater or dnd refrerences if you need it ☺️)

i'm a theater kid, so I know stuff.

I modified the idea a bit, I hope you like it. [also I discarded the other ask since it pertained to this]

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You stood outside the prop room, mentally preparing yourself to go in. You could hear The Hellfire Club in the middle of a huge campaign, and you were terrified to interrupt them.Finally you heard them taking a break, and you took a deep breath before opening the door.

Every member froze in their conversations, turning to stare at you.

“Did you need something, outsider?” one random guy asked in a snooty voice.

“Man, chill,” Eddie Munson hit him softly. “We’re on a break,”

“But did you need something, Y/N?”

He knew your name. How did he know your name?

“Y-You know my name?” you stammered.

“I assume that’s your name, it’s all over this sign out sheet,” He picks up a clipboard labelled “PROP SIGN OUT SHEET.”

“Right,” you nodded sheepishly, looking down. “Actually, speaking of–” you cleared your throat.

“Yeah?” He walked closer to you, and you could smell the old weed and Old Spice wafting off of him.

“I kinda need– you nodded to the throne that Eddie liked to sit in when they had their campaigns.

Every other member in the club froze at your statement, staring at Eddie. They held their breath for his response; everyone knew that was his throne.

He narrowed his eyes at you, stepping even closer to you.

“For what?”

“A play, duh,” you answered rather snarkily, now feeling your ‘stage manager’ presence coming back to you. “Y’know that is what these things are actually meant for,”

“Ooooooh,” the other members made noises of awe, to which Eddie quickly glared at them, shutting them down.

“Alright Princess,” he smirked at you, licking his lips. “Take it, but return it when you’re through,”

“Yeah no shit,” you rolled your eyes as you took the clipboard from him.

You wrote down all the dates you’d need the throne before handing it back to him. You saw him glance over it, and his eyes widened.

“Uh, yeah no this ain’t gonna work, Princess,” Eddie shook his head as he pointed to opening night.

“Excuse me?” you put your hands on your hips.

“That’s the day of our Gauntlet,” he simply said, as if you knew what that was.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” You looked around the group, who still just stared wide eyed at your exchange with your leader.

“It’s like our playoffs,” Dustin Henderson informed you.

“Are you serious?” you had to laugh, causing an even bigger glare from Eddie and his peons to cower in fear.

“I need that throne for a show actual people are going to see, Eddie,” you crossed your arms.

“Oh is that so?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and I outrank you in the real world, ‘King Munson’,” you smirked.

“It’s King Mason, actually,” he corrected you, using his character’s last name.

“Wow, creative,” you laughed.

The other members watched in fearful awe at the back and forth between you and their ‘king’. THey wished they had some popcorn for something like this.

“Listen Princess,” He starts to circle you. “I get you may be ‘queen’ of your little theater folk, but you can’t just come in here and disrespect me like that,”

“Right…” you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

“Perhaps we can come to an agreement,” he suggested.

“Uh yeah, you agree to move your little game to another night,” you gave him a cheeky tongued smile.

The other members of Hellfire start making motions of stress and pacing, knowing you were quickly angering their leader more by the second. But to their surprise, he didn’t yell or scream. He actually laughed in amusement.

“...I like you, Y/L/N,” he chuckled. “You got spirit,”

“Thank you?” you did your best to keep your face straight, even though inside you were secretly squealing in delight in having Eddie Munson’s approval.You’d never admit it to anyone, but you secretly had been in love with him since 8th grade.

“Tell you what,” He crosses his arm, still smirking at you. “You get us tickets to your little show, and I’ll see about moving our Gauntlet,”

“You wanna go to the play?” you snorted. “I wouldn’t peg you as a theater person, Munson,”

“Well if you’re gonna be there, it might be worth it, Princess,” He winked.

The other members were now looking at each other in confusion and disbelief. Was Eddie actually flirting with the intruder?

That was it, you were visually taken aback, undone at his words. You could feel your face flushing hot, pushing hair behind your ears as you looked at the floor.

“I–um, I–” you took a deep breath before looking back up, seeing he had moved closer, now inches from your face.

“Y’know, we really don’t use this shit,” he whispered. “I just hang out here because your name’s on that sheet. I figured one day you’d come in here looking for a hat or something,”

Your knees almost gave out from under you at his confession. Was Eddie Munson actually admitting he had a crush on you? For how long? So many things ran through your head at the moment, you could barely keep conscious.

“R-Really?” you whispered, trying to keep composure.

“Really,” he looks down at your lips with a cheeky smile.

Then without warning he swiftly backed away, as if you two had been making some sort of secret deal, keeping his image in front of his knaves.

“I guess we’ll see you opening night then, Princess,” he bowed dramatically. “I’ll be sure to bring the Stage Manager a special surprise,”

“O-Okay,” you giggled nervously, quickly becoming a girly mess the more he flashed that heart melting smile at you.

You backed out of the room before you made an even bigger fool of yourself, shutting the door behind you and immediately crumbling to the floor against it in a pile of infatuated mess.

That was, until you realized he had just conned you out of taking the throne of the room that day.

“TIme for round two,” you giggled to yourself as you re-entered the room, ready to go toe-to-toe with ‘King Mason’.

On opening night, when you were asked to come out onstage for the curtain call, you saw Eddie and his members standing in the front row, clapping wildly. Eddie held out roses and knelt before the stage, giving you a wink.

That was the day you became queen of Eddie Munson’s heart.

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