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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π‹π’π§πžπ¬

(Tattoo Artist!Eddie Munson x Apprentice!Reader)

Summary: . . . After deciding you were meant for more than what life had in store for you, you gave into the siren call of the city─well a city. But when city life finally eats away at your bank account and your main source of income isn't reliable, you take on an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop where your boss is the six-foot something, tattoo covered Eddie Munson who quickly and unwisely becomes intrigued by you. Nothing romantic can come from it, lest you risk it being torn apart by your past, his lover and yourself.

Entire Work Warnings: 18+ (smut will take place in later chapters), swearing, financial problems, mentions of loss, escorts/call girls, age gap (Eddie is 36, reader is 25), financial shaming, slut shaming, implied sexual harassment, bimbo!reader (she may not be book smart but she knows the score) angst, self-sabotage.

a/n: based on my initial post and elements of Breakfast at Tiffany's. next chapters will be significantly juicer, this was just something to get us going. this is dedicated to @munsonology, happy birthday and I hope this year was a good one! and a very gratitude filled thank you to my dear friend, @kitmon, for continuing to be an an amazing beta! hope you guys like it so far β™‘ (attempting the keep reading feature, fingers crossed)

word count: 5k

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π‹π’π§πžπ¬

(Tattoo Artist!Eddie Munson x Apprentice!Reader)

Summary: . . . After deciding you were meant for more than what life had in store for you, you gave into the siren call of the city─well a city. But when city life finally eats away at your bank account and your main source of income isn't reliable, you take on an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop where your boss is the six-foot something, tattoo covered Eddie Munson who quickly and unwisely becomes intrigued by you. Nothing romantic can come from it, lest you risk it being torn apart by your past, his lover and yourself.

Entire Work Warnings: 18+ (smut will take place in later chapters), swearing, financial problems, mentions of loss, escorts/call girls, age gap (Eddie is 36, reader is 25), financial shaming, slut shaming, implied sexual harassment, bimbo!reader (she may not be book smart but she knows the score) angst, self-sabotage.

a/n: my fav little hater was upset about my post getting interactions again so they flagged it to be incorrectly labeled, meaning it's hidden from the majority of people so repost time! there is no mature content in this chapter, suck it. based on my initial post and elements of Breakfast at Tiffany's. next chapters will be significantly juicer, this was just something to get us going. this is dedicated to @munsonology, happy birthday and I hope this year was a good one! and a very gratitude filled thank you to my dear friend, @kitmon, for continuing to be an an amazing beta! hope you guys like it so far β™‘ (attempting the keep reading feature, fingers crossed)

word count: 5k

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This is painful and devastating but the idea of sulluvan being there like "guys i can help-" "GET THE FUCK OUT SULLUVAN" 😭

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OH ACTUALLY HE DOESNT TELL THEM HE CAN HELP LMFAO!!!!!!!!! HE IS LEGITIMATELY THERE TO COLLECT HER SOUL (and the soul of the witch king)

because even then as hes watching hes still not 1000% sure that he wants to use his lifeline on her. hes THINKING about it, but again its something he can only use once, and the thought that he might need it for someone/something important later in the future still nags at him. its not until he actually talks to mochi in the realm of the dead that he actually decides to use it.

eventually he realizes that the lifeline shouldnt be used on someone who MIGHT change the future if they're brought back, but instead on someone who HAS changed the future, and deserves to have the life they sacrificed for everyone else returned to them

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