Summary: Yours and Eddie’s friendship was fine. And you were fine with just being that. But then the new girl came along. (Angst with a happy ending)
Word Count: 4051
Eddie Masterlist
You’ve been best friends with Eddie Munson ever since your freshman year and you joined Hellfire with Jeff. It had been an almost instant connection with the at the time junior. He likes to joke that he’s failed senior year so many times just so he can graduate with you. And with how well he’s doing in his classes this time around it’s getting harder to tell that it’s a joke. Him and the guys were really the only friends you had, though you’re partially convinced that that’s just because you were in their club and as soon as you all graduated you’d only ever see them when you see Corroded Coffin play or Eddie drags you to a practice.
You knew Eddie was actually a friendship that would last. From the moment you told him you liked whatever band shirt he had on all those years ago he latched onto you. He was constantly making the plans for the two of you to hang out one on one and telling you when each of the bands’ shows were as soon as they booked one. He went out of his way all the time to weasel his way into your life and you couldn’t be happier about it. He was the first genuine friend you’ve ever had besides Robin who’s basically a sister to you.
Warnings: angst, misunderstanding trope!, cheesy sappy shit, chrissy is not the villain i promise, fluffy end :)
Request: No
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: part two to the prom fic i wrote. i hope i don’t hurt y’alls feelings with this one lol. also part of it may be inspired by high school musical 3, because i just rewatched it, so mind ur business. enjoy- sava
part one
You slam the locker door shut and exit the locker room, pom-poms in hand and walking over to the other girls on the squad. You notice Chrissy talking with the other girls, a small amount of jealousy forming in the pit of your belly, even though you know you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend like that. Your mind just can’t help but think back on what you witnessed in the parking lot.
You felt stupid, utterly humiliated at even thinking you had a chance to go to prom with Eddie. You should’ve just listened to him the first time he mentioned not liking the idea of prom and saved yourself the humiliation. Maybe then it wouldn’t have hurt as much to hear him ask your best friend instead of you.
No, it wouldn’t have helped.
Chrissy’s head turns to you and she mumbles something to the other girls she was talking with, parting ways and walking towards you. You don’t bother trying to hide your hurt expression, seeing as she saw you in the parking lot and tried calling after you. Plus, she could read you like an open book, she would’ve found out about your rejection sooner or later.
“Y/N, I need to explain to you what you saw-“
“Chris, can we talk about this after the game? I don’t want to go in there and be hurt more than I already am,” you cut her off. She shakes her head and looks to the ground for a moment.
“I can’t-Jason and I are going to the drive-in after if we don’t win. If we do, I’m going to help him get the supplies for the after party,” she explains, looking up to you with her big blue eyes. You let out a sigh and cross your arms the best you can, pom poms still in your grip.
“I know what you think you saw, but trust me Y/N, it wasn’t like that at all. I’d never go to prom with Eddie, I know how much you like him,” she whispers, trying to keep your feelings still secret from the rest of the group. “Plus, Jason asked me two weeks ago, in the middle of the cafeteria, remember? You were sitting right beside me when it happened.”
You smile at the memory. He stood up on the table in front of your usual one, something he would always fuss over whenever Eddie went on his long rants about society and conformity. Regardless, watching Jason ask your best friend in front of the whole school was sweet, accompanied by a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a sign he probably bullied one of the arts kids to make. It was just what Chrissy had always imagined, and your heart filled with joy for your best friend.
Even if you’d never be able to experience anything like it.
“Alright ladies, let’s get out there and cheer our boys on so we can win a championship!” Your coach yells, busting through the door of her office and opening the door to the gym for the team. The other girls let out squeals and cheers as they run inside, Chrissy holding up a finger to the coach, asking for a moment. Guess there were perks to being the captain of the cheer squad.
“Just trust me when I say it isn’t what you think. Go talk to Eddie after the game, he’ll explain it a lot better, okay? Just hear him out,” she tells you, a pleading look on her face.
Part of you was curious to know what she meant, and the answers were unfortunately not going to come from her. Eddie seemed like a nice guy, but he truly hurt you earlier during lunch with his cruel tone and harsh words. At the same time, the feelings you had for him were strong enough to be open to the possibility of hearing him out, especially if what Chrissy was saying is true, and she has never had a reason to lie to you before.
You give her a nod, silently telling her you’ll meet Eddie after the game, bringing her big bright smile to life. Gently shoving her towards the gym, the two of you run on the court and smile at the crowd before you, ready to perform and get the basketball season over with, hopefully with a new title coming home to the school.
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The gym doors are thrown open as cheers bleed out into the parking lot, the other cheerleaders and the entire basketball team jumping for joy with their win. Although you weren’t overly fond of the jerks that you had surrounded yourself with, you were happy to see the team win, and watch a freshmen who has always been kind to you score the winning basket. You knew Lucas Sinclair had the talent, shocked that the basketball coach decided to keep him on the bench for nearly the entire season up until this point. He sure was going to learn from that lesson.
Watching everyone leave out the doors, you hang around inside the hallway, hands shaking with uncontrollable nerves as you began bracing yourself for your journey to the drama room. Chrissy turns around and gives you a thumbs up, before Jason pulls her into his chest and the two wander off into the parking lot. With a sigh, you turn on the heel of your bright white cheer shoe and make your way down the hall.
The theater room felt like a foreign place to you, not having touched the door to the place since your randomly assigned drama class you couldn’t get out of a few years back. It felt weird being back here, especially after school hours, but you needed to hear Eddie out. You needed to know why he was so quick to reject you, only to go after your best friend.
Knocking on the door, you slowly enter the room where the Hellfire club met, seeing Eddie’s frizzy curls leaning over the table gathering figurines and placing them in a baggy. He looks up at you, his brown eyes bright and a slight smile creeping up on his face.
“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N,” he greets you, doing a bow. You so badly want to laugh at his actions, always thinking his funny gestures were cute, but your mood from earlier was still tarnished. You cross your arms as you take a few steps closer.
“Hi,” you mutter out, your eyes looking to your feet on the ground. You hear a sigh and the padding of his Reebok’s, trying to meet you half way.
“So I take it Chrissy talked with you? About what you saw in the parking lot?” He questions, his voice coming out in an almost scared tone. You look up to him and his eyes are wide, a worried look smeared across his face.
“Only briefly. She said it wasn’t what it looked like, and that I should find you after the game,” you answer, shifting the weight between both your legs as you spoke.
“Did you guys win at least?”
“Yeah, we did. The tigers are officially champions again,” you let out, a slight chuckle escaping to try and relieve some of the tension that was building up. “What about your…campaign? Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah, that’s the word. Um, the other members defeated me and, well-it’s complicated,” he replies. Complicated sure was the word to describe more than just the game right now. Silence fills the room quickly, Eddie’s foot tapping against the floor as you look around, waiting for him to explain.
You knew you should’ve just listened the voice in your head, telling you to go straight home after the game. To avoid the awkwardness that stood before you and skip the victory party, opting to just grab some ice cream and change into your pajamas. You let out a sigh and grip your cheer bag tightly, beginning to turn around.
“I knew coming here was a mistake. L-let’s just forget today happened, okay? I’ll see you around Eddie,” you tell him, turning around quickly and walking towards the door.
“Wait. Please don’t go, Y/N,” he calls out. You stop for a moment, again letting your feelings towards the metalhead cloud your judgement instead of listening to the rational voice in your head. Turning around, you shoot him a questionable look, growing irritated at the lack or progress this conversation was having.
“I’m sorry. About earlier? I didn’t mean to blow you off like that…you just make me nervous,” he explains.
“I make you nervous? How?” You ask, taking a few small steps towards him as you let out a laugh.
“I mean how could you not?” He asks lowly, but you’re quick to pick up on his words. “Listen, can you close your eyes for a moment? There’s something I need to show you, a-and, well, like I said, you make me nervous,” he begs. Your brows twist in confusion before watching him shoot you a pleading look. Letting out a sigh, you drop your cheer bag to the floor and close your eyes, covering your face with your hands as extra protection.
The sound of shuffling and items tumbling fill the room, making a giggle fall past your lips. You so badly want to take a peak and see just what Eddie was doing, but you were a person who stuck to their word, so you continue to keep them closed.
“Okay, you can open them now,” he tells you, his voice sounding a lot closer than before. You open your eyes and look at him, before your eyes travel down to a red sign resting in both his hands. There were little doodles bordering the words on the sign, doodles you recognized from catching glimpses at his notebook during O’Donnell’s class. You read the letters over and over, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you as you looked at Eddie, then back to the word painted across the sign in black paint.
PROM?
“This isn’t some kind of sick joke, is it? Or a pity ask? I’m not sure which one would be worse but ple-“
“No, it’s not either. I-I was going to ask you tonight after the game regardless. But you coming up to me at lunch really threw me off, sweetheart, a-and I panicked,” he explains. You shoot him a puzzled look. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a couple weeks now.”
The weight in your chest suddenly felt lighter after hearing his confession. You were happy to hear that he wasn’t just being mean to spite you, and it seemed like his words were truly genuine. But part of you was still thinking about the events that happened right as school let out, hearing him talk with Chrissy, asking her to the dance. It just didn’t make sense to you.
“Then why did I overhear you asking Chrissy? You know she’s already going with Jason,” you question, still confused. He chuckles to himself and you see his head shake, his beautiful hair flowing with his movements.
“I was practicing. I knew I fucked up in the cafeteria today, and I went to her for advice. I know she’s your best friend, and I wanted to make a good impression on you, especially to make up for how I acted. So she suggested this corny stuff, knowing you’d like it,” he continues to explain.
Eddie Munson really was asking you to prom? He even went to Chrissy for help, because you meant that much to him? You couldn’t have even predicted this in your dreams. You felt silly, letting your emotions get the best of you over a silly misunderstanding, but the way Eddie spoke to you made it seem so serious. Regardless, you were relieved that his words were just anxiety filled vomit, and that he actually saw you like you did him. A smile slowly began forming on your face, your lips curving as you look Eddie in the eyes.
“I really am sorry for how I acted Y/N, and I’m sorry for giving you the wrong idea, but my question still stands,” he tells you, waving his sign a bit. You giggle and walk closer to him, coming close enough to reach out and grab him, but keeping your arms at your sides.
“You never verbally asked me this said question, you know?” you tease, a smirk tugging on your lips. He looks at you with a smile, the cute little dimples adorning his cheeks as he looks at you with admiration.
“Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?”
“I’d love to,” you answer. Eddie holds the sign out to you and you take it, inspecting it further. You look up to him and smile, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek, catching him off guard. You watch the blush slowly creep onto his cheeks, his hand disappearing in his frizzy curls to scratch his head.
“I also was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime? That way our first date isn’t to our senior prom?” He asks, looking to you with his big doe eyes and a handsome grin. It was your turn to begin blushing, the heat instantly spreading across your cheeks. You give him a nod, and the two of you begin talking about the details as you help him clean up the rest of his D&D materials, before walking out of the drama room together and towards the parking lot, your pinky fingers interlocked with one another.
Warnings: angst, misunderstanding trope!, cheesy sappy shit, chrissy is not the villain i promise, fluffy end :)
Request: No
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: part two to the prom fic i wrote. i hope i don’t hurt y’alls feelings with this one lol. also part of it may be inspired by high school musical 3, because i just rewatched it, so mind ur business. enjoy- sava
part one
You slam the locker door shut and exit the locker room, pom-poms in hand and walking over to the other girls on the squad. You notice Chrissy talking with the other girls, a small amount of jealousy forming in the pit of your belly, even though you know you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend like that. Your mind just can’t help but think back on what you witnessed in the parking lot.
You felt stupid, utterly humiliated at even thinking you had a chance to go to prom with Eddie. You should’ve just listened to him the first time he mentioned not liking the idea of prom and saved yourself the humiliation. Maybe then it wouldn’t have hurt as much to hear him ask your best friend instead of you.
No, it wouldn’t have helped.
Chrissy’s head turns to you and she mumbles something to the other girls she was talking with, parting ways and walking towards you. You don’t bother trying to hide your hurt expression, seeing as she saw you in the parking lot and tried calling after you. Plus, she could read you like an open book, she would’ve found out about your rejection sooner or later.
“Y/N, I need to explain to you what you saw-“
“Chris, can we talk about this after the game? I don’t want to go in there and be hurt more than I already am,” you cut her off. She shakes her head and looks to the ground for a moment.
“I can’t-Jason and I are going to the drive-in after if we don’t win. If we do, I’m going to help him get the supplies for the after party,” she explains, looking up to you with her big blue eyes. You let out a sigh and cross your arms the best you can, pom poms still in your grip.
“I know what you think you saw, but trust me Y/N, it wasn’t like that at all. I’d never go to prom with Eddie, I know how much you like him,” she whispers, trying to keep your feelings still secret from the rest of the group. “Plus, Jason asked me two weeks ago, in the middle of the cafeteria, remember? You were sitting right beside me when it happened.”
You smile at the memory. He stood up on the table in front of your usual one, something he would always fuss over whenever Eddie went on his long rants about society and conformity. Regardless, watching Jason ask your best friend in front of the whole school was sweet, accompanied by a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a sign he probably bullied one of the arts kids to make. It was just what Chrissy had always imagined, and your heart filled with joy for your best friend.
Even if you’d never be able to experience anything like it.
“Alright ladies, let’s get out there and cheer our boys on so we can win a championship!” Your coach yells, busting through the door of her office and opening the door to the gym for the team. The other girls let out squeals and cheers as they run inside, Chrissy holding up a finger to the coach, asking for a moment. Guess there were perks to being the captain of the cheer squad.
“Just trust me when I say it isn’t what you think. Go talk to Eddie after the game, he’ll explain it a lot better, okay? Just hear him out,” she tells you, a pleading look on her face.
Part of you was curious to know what she meant, and the answers were unfortunately not going to come from her. Eddie seemed like a nice guy, but he truly hurt you earlier during lunch with his cruel tone and harsh words. At the same time, the feelings you had for him were strong enough to be open to the possibility of hearing him out, especially if what Chrissy was saying is true, and she has never had a reason to lie to you before.
You give her a nod, silently telling her you’ll meet Eddie after the game, bringing her big bright smile to life. Gently shoving her towards the gym, the two of you run on the court and smile at the crowd before you, ready to perform and get the basketball season over with, hopefully with a new title coming home to the school.
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The gym doors are thrown open as cheers bleed out into the parking lot, the other cheerleaders and the entire basketball team jumping for joy with their win. Although you weren’t overly fond of the jerks that you had surrounded yourself with, you were happy to see the team win, and watch a freshmen who has always been kind to you score the winning basket. You knew Lucas Sinclair had the talent, shocked that the basketball coach decided to keep him on the bench for nearly the entire season up until this point. He sure was going to learn from that lesson.
Watching everyone leave out the doors, you hang around inside the hallway, hands shaking with uncontrollable nerves as you began bracing yourself for your journey to the drama room. Chrissy turns around and gives you a thumbs up, before Jason pulls her into his chest and the two wander off into the parking lot. With a sigh, you turn on the heel of your bright white cheer shoe and make your way down the hall.
The theater room felt like a foreign place to you, not having touched the door to the place since your randomly assigned drama class you couldn’t get out of a few years back. It felt weird being back here, especially after school hours, but you needed to hear Eddie out. You needed to know why he was so quick to reject you, only to go after your best friend.
Knocking on the door, you slowly enter the room where the Hellfire club met, seeing Eddie’s frizzy curls leaning over the table gathering figurines and placing them in a baggy. He looks up at you, his brown eyes bright and a slight smile creeping up on his face.
“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N,” he greets you, doing a bow. You so badly want to laugh at his actions, always thinking his funny gestures were cute, but your mood from earlier was still tarnished. You cross your arms as you take a few steps closer.
“Hi,” you mutter out, your eyes looking to your feet on the ground. You hear a sigh and the padding of his Reebok’s, trying to meet you half way.
“So I take it Chrissy talked with you? About what you saw in the parking lot?” He questions, his voice coming out in an almost scared tone. You look up to him and his eyes are wide, a worried look smeared across his face.
“Only briefly. She said it wasn’t what it looked like, and that I should find you after the game,” you answer, shifting the weight between both your legs as you spoke.
“Did you guys win at least?”
“Yeah, we did. The tigers are officially champions again,” you let out, a slight chuckle escaping to try and relieve some of the tension that was building up. “What about your…campaign? Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah, that’s the word. Um, the other members defeated me and, well-it’s complicated,” he replies. Complicated sure was the word to describe more than just the game right now. Silence fills the room quickly, Eddie’s foot tapping against the floor as you look around, waiting for him to explain.
You knew you should’ve just listened the voice in your head, telling you to go straight home after the game. To avoid the awkwardness that stood before you and skip the victory party, opting to just grab some ice cream and change into your pajamas. You let out a sigh and grip your cheer bag tightly, beginning to turn around.
“I knew coming here was a mistake. L-let’s just forget today happened, okay? I’ll see you around Eddie,” you tell him, turning around quickly and walking towards the door.
“Wait. Please don’t go, Y/N,” he calls out. You stop for a moment, again letting your feelings towards the metalhead cloud your judgement instead of listening to the rational voice in your head. Turning around, you shoot him a questionable look, growing irritated at the lack or progress this conversation was having.
“I’m sorry. About earlier? I didn’t mean to blow you off like that…you just make me nervous,” he explains.
“I make you nervous? How?” You ask, taking a few small steps towards him as you let out a laugh.
“I mean how could you not?” He asks lowly, but you’re quick to pick up on his words. “Listen, can you close your eyes for a moment? There’s something I need to show you, a-and, well, like I said, you make me nervous,” he begs. Your brows twist in confusion before watching him shoot you a pleading look. Letting out a sigh, you drop your cheer bag to the floor and close your eyes, covering your face with your hands as extra protection.
The sound of shuffling and items tumbling fill the room, making a giggle fall past your lips. You so badly want to take a peak and see just what Eddie was doing, but you were a person who stuck to their word, so you continue to keep them closed.
“Okay, you can open them now,” he tells you, his voice sounding a lot closer than before. You open your eyes and look at him, before your eyes travel down to a red sign resting in both his hands. There were little doodles bordering the words on the sign, doodles you recognized from catching glimpses at his notebook during O’Donnell’s class. You read the letters over and over, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you as you looked at Eddie, then back to the word painted across the sign in black paint.
PROM?
“This isn’t some kind of sick joke, is it? Or a pity ask? I’m not sure which one would be worse but ple-“
“No, it’s not either. I-I was going to ask you tonight after the game regardless. But you coming up to me at lunch really threw me off, sweetheart, a-and I panicked,” he explains. You shoot him a puzzled look. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a couple weeks now.”
The weight in your chest suddenly felt lighter after hearing his confession. You were happy to hear that he wasn’t just being mean to spite you, and it seemed like his words were truly genuine. But part of you was still thinking about the events that happened right as school let out, hearing him talk with Chrissy, asking her to the dance. It just didn’t make sense to you.
“Then why did I overhear you asking Chrissy? You know she’s already going with Jason,” you question, still confused. He chuckles to himself and you see his head shake, his beautiful hair flowing with his movements.
“I was practicing. I knew I fucked up in the cafeteria today, and I went to her for advice. I know she’s your best friend, and I wanted to make a good impression on you, especially to make up for how I acted. So she suggested this corny stuff, knowing you’d like it,” he continues to explain.
Eddie Munson really was asking you to prom? He even went to Chrissy for help, because you meant that much to him? You couldn’t have even predicted this in your dreams. You felt silly, letting your emotions get the best of you over a silly misunderstanding, but the way Eddie spoke to you made it seem so serious. Regardless, you were relieved that his words were just anxiety filled vomit, and that he actually saw you like you did him. A smile slowly began forming on your face, your lips curving as you look Eddie in the eyes.
“I really am sorry for how I acted Y/N, and I’m sorry for giving you the wrong idea, but my question still stands,” he tells you, waving his sign a bit. You giggle and walk closer to him, coming close enough to reach out and grab him, but keeping your arms at your sides.
“You never verbally asked me this said question, you know?” you tease, a smirk tugging on your lips. He looks at you with a smile, the cute little dimples adorning his cheeks as he looks at you with admiration.
“Y/N Y/L/N, will you go to prom with me?”
“I’d love to,” you answer. Eddie holds the sign out to you and you take it, inspecting it further. You look up to him and smile, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek, catching him off guard. You watch the blush slowly creep onto his cheeks, his hand disappearing in his frizzy curls to scratch his head.
“I also was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime? That way our first date isn’t to our senior prom?” He asks, looking to you with his big doe eyes and a handsome grin. It was your turn to begin blushing, the heat instantly spreading across your cheeks. You give him a nod, and the two of you begin talking about the details as you help him clean up the rest of his D&D materials, before walking out of the drama room together and towards the parking lot, your pinky fingers interlocked with one another.
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