Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Afloat

❌heavy smut alert towards the end of chapter❌
TW: mention of death, subtle dominance, possessiveness, Eddie is a terrible driver, finger fucking
This chapter is a monster. Over 6,000 words!

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"Oh my god you BRAT!" You smacked Nancy's arm playfully when she flashed a handful of Polaroid pictures in your face.

Nancy flashed a cheeky smile as she handed over the photos, "Of course I did... someone had to capture the moment!" She giggled and pointed over at Danny, Eddie cut her off quickly.

"Danny knew all about it too, Robin was busy tonight," he glanced knowingly at Nancy in an almost apologetic way that couldn't went unnoticed if you weren't so familiar with his facial expressions.

"Well anyway, she was busy so I had to settle for good old Nance here." He squeezed her shoulder and spun her around to face her Uncle. "Now trot along and tell dear old Dan that his missy is outta here."

"Eddie no! I can't. This place is a wreck." You looked around, eyes following a long line of people beginning to funnel their way out into the parking lot.

The floor was absolutely trashed. Spilled drinks, sawdust, cups and food scraps littered every square foot of space. You could see the oily grime coating the chairs and tables even through the hazy atmosphere.

"Nope. No no no." He blindly palmed the counter hoping to signal Nancy to toss over your purse, she obliged much to your dismay.

"I can't just leave her to clean up alone!" You shriek, any other day would be fine. Though tonight was hectic, it'd be unfair, it'd be like-.

"Bodyguard." Eddie stood firmly, throwing your purse over his shoulder and clutching the bottom lightly as though he didn't trust the strap.

"What about him?" You scoffed.

"He's helping clean up." He pointed to the man gathering trash into a dust bin. Eddie grinned, "Amazing what a $20 tip will do isn't it?" He jabbed your ribs with his fingers, prodding you along.

"Wait!" You slapped Eddie's chest, bringing him to a dissatisfied halt.

"Nancy I didn't get your number!" You shouted over this shoulder. He groaned in anguish when he heard this.

"Oh my god! She knows where you live stupid." He hefted you up and over his shoulder, your legs flailing while your arms searched for a hand hold. He held you like a sack of flour, he carried you as though you weighed less than a twig.

You heard Nancy's laughter as he trudged on through the crowd. His free hand in front of him, making sure people steered clear of your dangerously face level ass. At this point, there's no use. The more you fight, the bigger chance of accidentally walking someone else you have. So you submit to being escorted out the doors by his strong, toned arms.

Once outside you realize how hot the inside of the bar is after the cool night air sends a breeze straight through your 'barely there' dress.

"Jesus!" Patting Eddie's back to signal you wanted down. Finally he relented and sat your feet gently on the pavement. Shivering as the soft wind blew your hair over your face.

"Where's the van." You demanded, the cold making you more than cranky.

"Oh you're shit of luck baby. I walked here." He shrugged. "The parking lot was packed!" He defended himself against the torrent of your playful fists on his arms.

"God that is so my luck." You huff, letting yourself fall behind Eddie using him as a wind breaker before recognizing the leather jacket he wore.

"I'm sorry sir, are you stealing from my closet now?" Your voice cracking with the high tone.