Assorted Character Oneshots

Battle of the Bands Pt1 - Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson

A/N: Thank you guys for 100 reads! Holy shit, and thank you for your votes, you guys are the best! Onto the one shot. Also, the song you play is Fallin' with me by the Struts.

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for a while now, meeting when your bands went head to head at one of the first battle of the bands held in Hawkins. You two had only grown closer over the years, but this year, Eddie brings a friend.

Triggers: Swearing, this will end up being two parts (the next part will be smut tho)

Word Count: 2,979

___ yelped as a pair of arms wrapped around them from behind, thrashing slightly before glancing back to see Eddie Munson's face. They calmed down, smacking him upside his head when he released them. "Coulda gave me a damn heart attack! You trynna sabotage my chances of beating you, Munson?"

"No need, we're gonna breeze by you. No competition." He smirked, chuckling as ___ wrapped him in a proper hug. "It's good to see you."

"Even if I did almost just kill you?"

"Yea." They playfully punched his arm, laughing lightly as another figure standing off to the side caught their eye. He was just an inch taller than Eddie, shorter brown hair quaffed another three inches on top of his head. He stared nervously between them and Eddie. "You know him?" They gestured at him, the drumstick in their hand extending out in his direction. "Yea, he's with me. C'mere Stevie boy, don't be shy."

A red smeared itself across the lanky boy's cheeks, moving forward til he stood next to Eddie. "This is Steve Harrington, we're friends." 

"You're friends with Steve Harrington, the guy you used to bitch about all the time?" Eddie's face twisted to tell them to shut up, but this only drove them more. "You used to bitch about me to them?" Steve's face fell, resembling a kicked puppy. ___ had to give it to Eddie, he was cute and very oblivious it would seem.

"Oh, yea. He wouldn't shut up about you dude. Every battle we had together, this dude was always talking about you. Couldn't get you off his mind. Started to think he was making you up at one point." They laughed, crossing their arms as Eddie sent daggers at them, half wishing he had El's powers just to shut them up. 

"In a good way...?" Steve tilted his head, looking between the two. "Oh goodness, you are cute." ___ chuckled, patting his cheek twice before setting the drumsticks with the drums. Steve's blush spread to his ears, tucking his hands in his pockets shyly. "Anyways!" Eddie quickly stepped in before either could further the uncomfortable topic. ___ rolled their eyes, both of them were so oblivious it hurt. 

"I need to go get everything out of the van, C'mon Steve. I'll see you on stage."

"And afterward, I hope." They winked back at both of them, laughing as they left. Eddie shook his head, chuckling to himself before walking off towards where they had parked. "So... who was that?"

"Oh, shit, sorry. We always get kinda.. distracted. That was ___ ____, they're the lead for a band called Flowering Death. We met at a battle forever ago and we've been friends since."

"You're just friends?" Steve's confusion made Eddie's heart flutter. "I mean, we've fucked a few times, usually after battle, but uh, never really more. They're single if that's what you're asking."

"N-No! I-I just, you guys seemed pretty close. Closer than friends that fuck sometimes. That's all."

Eddie chuckled as he unloaded the back of the van, stacking equipment carefully. "Yea well, neither of us really bring it up. We hang out but it's usually pretty tame. Why?"