Red Handed|| Eddie Munson X Gender Neutral Reader!

Red Handed||

You stood at the gas pump impatiently, tapping your foot as you pumped your gas and held the freshly filled balloons you'd just bought for Eddie. It was his birthday today!

You had planned to surprise him knowing he wouldn't be happy with a shit ton of people for a party.

You stuffed the balloons into the backseat quickly with the gifts you had along with them, as it was getting dark and you didn't like driving at night.

After pulling out of the parking lot you turned on the radio. To your surprise your favorite song was in the middle of playing.

Master of puppets.

You sung your heart out to this song
"MASTER OF PUPPETS, IM PULLING YOUR STRINGS!" You shouted loudly out your window into the quick fading sunset. "TWISTING YOUR MIND AND SMASHING YOUR DREAMS!"
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You arrived at Eddie's house after a couple of songs played. Getting out of your car and standing at his door, beginning to unlock it you realize it's awfully quiet.

You walked in, bearing gifts only to find Eddie on his couch, hot and sweaty. Quickly getting himself off to something on his phone, he turned to look at you for a second before you hastily turned back and closed the door in shock.

A couple seconds later you hear footsteps and the door opens behind you. As you slowly turned around him standing there, short of breath.

You stood there looking at him before speaking. "I brought...presents?". You said as you moved your hands. "Let me explain." He said very breathy after looking down into your hands at the gift bags.

"Nope, we're gonna act like it never happened." You said with your head held high ready to pretend you didn't see anything.

He sighed heavily before grabbing the bags and balloons out of your hands.
"Thanks y/n" He said as he backed up a little, gesturing for you to come inside.

You walked in slowly, sitting on the floor a couple feet away from his couch. He sat down on the couch in front of you, setting down the gifts next to him.

"Open it Birthday boy" He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically before laughing a little. "Ughhh do I have to"
He laughed and grabbed the bags, detaching the balloons.

He opened the 2 bags to find a card filled with money, 1 bag filled with clothes and an 8th of weed at the bottom, the other with a custom guitar pick and other snacks he likes.

After reading the card out loud and stuffing the money back into the card.
"Thank you love". You screamed internally at the name but didn't show it. You both stood up and hugged for an excessively long time.

You opened your eyes to look over his shoulder for a moment. You saw his phone was turned on, on the couch. After taking a closer look you realized that was you on the screen.

You quickly broke the hug and he looked stunned for a moment. You swiftly scooped up his phone with your jaw on the floor.

He tried desperately to take it from you after he realized he fucked up. "Y/n give me the damn phone. I can explain".

You ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you scrolled through the pictures he had of you on his phone from throughout the years.

Was he really getting off to me? You questioned yourself. There's no fucking way.

He banged desperately on the door trying to get his phone. You turned around and unlocked the door handing him his phone.

"Let me explain, please". You giggled a little trying to hold it in but you couldn't control it, you burst into tears.