Eddie Munson X Witch!reader - Tumblr Posts

season of the witch p.1

summary – the town of Hawkins is introduced to quite the progressive young adult. she opens a store downtown where she sells crystals, jewelry, some decor, and candles. however, there's more to the store owner than Hawkins knows.

pairing – eddie munson x reader

word count – 2.1k

warnings – this series will contain smut and violence, minors DNI!

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The new talk of the town of Hawkins – Y/N L/N. The Chief of Hawkins PD rapped his fist on the door of the new store. The door swung open, and the man huffed out in surprise. A huge smile greeted him.

"Hey there, you must be Chief Hopper! Come in, come in!" You urged him inside the shop, and he glanced around behind you. The store was still in the process of being decorated. Potted plants and herbs were lined around the store, definitely making the air smell fresh. The walls were such a beautiful, creamy color. It was the cleanest store he's ever been in. The bar extended from a display case of pastries, his mouth already drooling at the smell of the fresh donuts.

"So you're here to inspect my business, Chief?" You broke his thoughts of admiration of the place.

"I mean- yeah, I was tasked with inspection of your new business. What is it again? I see you're not finished yet," the burly man couldn't stop staring at the donuts that laid in that display case, waiting to be in his mouth.

You smiled as you caught him staring, your hands behind your back. A lacy apron was tied around your waist, and flour stained your cheek.

"I just finished a batch! I knew you were going to be in, so I wanted to introduce myself and my store when you came by this morning," You moved around the counter, pulling the powder pink box lined with fresh donuts out of the case. You brought over the box to him which he gladly decided to test a donut.

"How are they? I wanted to start with something simple to perfect," You watched him devour the donut in less than 30 seconds.

"So fluffy," he moaned, grabbing another without shame, "very sweet, and fluffy." You did a little cheer, your hands clapping together.

"I'm glad you like them! Come by any time and I'll always have a donut for you, Chief. Anyways, my business is a combination of things. I did buy out the whole building, so for right now this floor is my kitchen/cafe/store front. I am selling baked goods and coffee as of now. I do want to expand into some more products like candles and handmade jewelry," You explained to him. He probably wasn't fully listening to you, he was too busy admiring your café and the taste in his mouth.

"Sorry! I am listening," the chief quickly caught himself, closing up the tempting sweetness, "so you're looking to expand your store to the other floors, and you said you already bought the whole building?"

"Yes, I did," you nodded your head.

"Are you planning to hire anyone as an employee within the month that I should know about?" Jim takes out his notepad and his pen, writing down what you've said so far.

"As of now, no. I will not be holding an application process, but can I take down information for when I do?" You are given approval and you relax. You weren't sure how popular you would get.

"You look young, how old are you if you don't mind me asking?" Jim glances up at you before writing down some more notes.

"Oh, I'm 21. I moved from a few states over," you bit your lip, wiping your dry hands on your apron, "I was wondering if I could live out of the building I bought? You know like one of the floors?" Jim looked back up at you, pondering your question.

"I actually don't know, but I'll get back to you on that. Do you not have a place to stay?" Jim got a head shake from you, and he nodded in return.

"Look, I won't say nothin' as long as you keep feeding me those donuts," Jim joked. You smiled at his joke, winking back at him and zipping your lips.

"Okay, I think you're ready for business once you get all the necessary things like seating since it is a place for food and drink. But once that's done, you're ready to open," Jim stores his notepad away, "by the way, you said coffee. Do you mind grabbing me a cup?"

When you ran back to the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee, you also grabbed your store's information file that he requested. You returned with both cup and file and handed them to him. He held out a crisp $20 bill.

"Oh no, I can't take that, Chief-"

"Hey, you gave me donuts and coffee, I'm going to pay for them. Just give me a discount next time," Jim smiled and lifted the donuts and coffee, backing out of the front door and jogging back to his explorer.

You stood in the dim café, before snapping your fingers and all of the cleaning supplies returned back to cleaning.

"Come on everyone, we have a lot to get done. I want to be open by tomorrow!" You clapped your hands as the kitchen returned to making dough for the next morning.

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You stared with your fingers on your chin in contemplation. After locking up your café, you decided to go buy some tables and chairs. Maybe even some more decoration to brighten the place up. However, while in the furniture store, you were stuck between two different types of chairs. You got your tables but you were trying to see which looked better.

You felt someone staring holes in your back, so you looked over your shoulder. A woman with curls and a baby on her hip quickly looked away.

"Hey there," you introduced yourself as you came up next to her, and the woman jumped.

"Oh goodness! You're sneaky!" The woman had a blush crawling up her neck.

"I'm Y/N L/N, I own the new store downtown, it's a café mostly at the moment," the woman took your hand and shook it, and you had your business card that you slipped into hers, "it's called Urban Gardens."

"Oh, I'm Karen, Karen Wheeler, I'll be sure to check it out! My daughter Nancy, she would totally love that! What do you do there?" Karen flipped over your business card, trying to keep her daughter still who was wiggling in her arms.

"At the moment I am selling coffee and pastries, I'm hoping to get into making candles, soaps, handmade jewelry, and maybe even collecting antiques," you responded, waving to the child who stopped and stared at you.

"This is Holly by the way," Karen smiled when Holly reached for you, "Oh, she's never reached out for a stranger before..."

You hummed in reply, giving Holly a smile who returned it.

"The white floral chairs," Karen blurted out.

"Hm?" You looked to her, noticing she was pointing to the chairs you were looking at.

"I think you should get some cute cushions and get the white floral chairs, it's giving me the antique look you're wanting," Karen explained, and you gave a nod, "Are your parents looking for any employees? Maybe Nancy could work there?"

"Oh, no I own the store. Just me," you chuckled at her bewildered look, "and not at the moment, but check back in a few weeks. If I get super busy, I may need some hands."

You said your goodbyes and returned to your store with the new furniture. You bought some more decorations and even a cozy couch for a reading corner.

After getting your store ready, it was finally set to open for the morning bright and early. You had finished a batch of glazed donuts to bring to the businesses around you. You were hoping to leave your business cards and create relationships.

Walking into the convenience store down the street, you saw a woman standing at the register. She looked tired. You looked around you before pulling a cup of coffee from your apron out of nothing. You put on a smile and walked up to her.

"Welcome to Melvald's how can I help you- oh!" she stopped when she saw the cup of coffee and the pink box of donuts.

"Hey! I'm Y/N, and I just moved in down the street. I was hoping to come around and introduce myself, and hopefully post my business card and a poster," you held up the coffee which she graciously took into her hands.

"I'm Joyce Byers, it's so nice to meet you. I'm just an employee, but I'm sure my manager won't have any problem, go ahead! What do you have there?" Joyce shook your hand and gestured to the pink box. You opened them and she immediately got hit with the smell of warm, sweet donuts. She didn't even hesitate grabbing one.

"My sons would love these... I'm taking these for myself," Joyce talked with her mouth full of the donut, quickly taking the box and hiding them under the counter, "if-if that's okay!"

"Oh yeah no problem! I'm glad you love them! Just come by to get more," you giggled, and she viciously shook her head.

"These are soooo good," Joyce finished the donut and licked her fingers, taking a gulp of the coffee, "are you going to be going to Hawkins High?" You closed your eyes and gave an impatient smile.

"I'm actually 21, I'm the one that owns the store," Joyce quickly corrected herself and apologized, "oh no, it's not a problem! You're not the first, I know I look young."

"Maybe you could hire my son, he takes pictures. Like really good, he's amazing. He could help you out if you ever need pictures," she held up the extra business card, and you nodded.

"I will be sure to call him first if I ever need some photography done, if he has any pictures he would be willing to sell, I will gladly buy them. I want to showcase a gallery wall in my shop of local photographer's work," you had your hands in your pockets, fidgeting your fingers. You glanced over your shoulder, before tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Are you okay?" You looked toward Joyce, and then she was gone. It was dark, and particles floated through the air. It was cold. You looked to your feet, before you heard Joyce shout at you: "Y/N!"

Your eyes snapped up to meet hers, and everything looked as it was before, and you blinked your eyes to make sure it was real, "Yeah! Ye-Yeah I'm sorry, I have to go."

You buttoned your coat back up, before shoving your hands back in your pockets, rushing out of the store.

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Finally, it was time to open your store. You waved your finger in the air and all cleaning ceased. The supplies returned to their closet, the kitchen utensils ceased as well. The curtains flew open, and the door unlocked. It swung open, and the closed sign flipped around. You wore a big smile, hanging up your apron as you greeted your first customer.

Of course, the Chief was at your register.

"Two boxes of donuts, and four coffees please," Jim started counting his bills, putting some in the tip jar, then handing you the total.

"There you are Chief, two boxes, and four coffees," when you finished his order, you returned with the donuts and the coffees. He happily rode to his station to show his police officers.

The day went by pretty fast, you had plenty of customers and made your projected profit. Your most interesting customers just walked through the door. You heard the bell, but when you turned around and looked through the order window, you only saw tufts of hair and heads. You smiled.

"Hey! Over here lady!" One called, and instantly made a groan from getting hit. You moved around the register, seeing the four boys who had smiles on their faces.

"And who might you four be?" You put a hand on your hip, looking down at them.

"I'm Mike, this is Will, Lucas, and Dustin," the boy with dark shaggy hair responded, "my mom told us about your delicious donuts and she sent me down here to get more. And then, I guess she told their moms too." You looked to all of them, chuckling.

"Four dozen donuts coming right up-"

"I-I'm Will- Will Byers?" The smallest boy spoke up, and you looked back down at him. You knelt down to his height, holding your hand out to the boys.

"Hi Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair," they all gasped, how did she know their last names? "I know your mama, Joyce Byers."

"She has to be magic, how does she know my last name? A-And Lucas's?!" Dustin gasped, looking at you in awe.

"She probably already met your mom if she sent you," Mike waved his hand. You stood back up, seeing more customers walk in. You hurriedly finished all four boxes, returning it to the boys and collecting their bills.

Then the next customer walked up to your counter, and you had to look back up at him.

"Hey there, I was hoping to try one of your donuts," he smiled, "I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."