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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."

Like A Ninja | Steve Harrington x Munson Fem!Reader |

Warnings: heavy kissing, eddie being eddie, Steve sneaking around like a ninja Summary: You are surprised with a late night visit from Steve which lead to the admittance of some feelings and some quite passionate happenings.

"So, did he say anything yet?"

"No, Chrissy. He hasn't it's kind of just hopeless."

"Oh, (Y/N). Don't say that Steve is just probably nervous. I mean you are a Munson after all." You sigh into the receiver and flop back onto the bed. Chrissy giggled knowing the frustration of having a crush on someone who wasn't really the smartest was hard.

"With that being said, Chrissy. When are you gonna tell my brother that you like him, huh?" You ask and she huffs then tries to a stutter out a response leaving the two of you giggling like a bunch of school-girls. Ironic wasn't it? There was a soft knock on your door and you sighed. "Hold on, Chris." You pull the phone away from your ear. "Yes?"

Eddie nudged the door open a crack and peaked his head in, "Hey, just checking in on you." You smile at him and he returns it.

"I'm fine, Eds. Just talking to Chrissy." You inform him holding up the phone and he turned red across the face and all the way to his ears.

"Cunningham?" Eddie had the biggest crush on her and could never get those three words out. It was honestly frustrating. Chrissy had come over plenty of times to study and Eddie was just a big mess, it was almost painful.

"The one and only." You confirmed and he smiled fondly.

"Well, tell her I said hello. Also, don't stay up late." He warned pulling his head back and shutting the door softly. You smile and hold the phone up to your ear once more.

"Eddie, says hi." You relay his message to your friend.

She sighs in content. "He so sweet. God, I've got to tell him" Chrissy admitted to you and there's a shared agreement.

"Just like I have to tell Steve." Chrissy hummed in approval. After thirty minutes or so, she hangs up, and heads off to bed. It was Friday night so no school tomorrow, but you couldn't exactly sleep. Your mind was still reeling from the conversation had with Chrissy. Eddi was the same way, unable to shut his mind off, which is why he slept to the sound of his own music. It was the only thing that helped him. You sat up going over to your dresser and reaching for the brush going to undo the tangles, before settling down in bed. Suddenly, there was a knocking at your window.

You hold the brush out in defense as the glass slides up. However, when a familiar face pops through the window followed by a familiar smile you toss the brush at him and he ducks. "Steve?" He grins as he manages to climb in through the window nearly crashing into the floor. You wince hoping Eddie did not just hear that. The door creaking open followed by Eddie's voice made the two of you freeze.

"(Y/N)? You okay in there?" You mentally cursed Steve for being so loud. He was the exact opposite of stealth and it had interrupted Eddie. You glanced at the crack just beneath the door watching his shadow as he got closer, but stepped back.

"Y-Yeah, just thought I saw a spider on my window, and I fell." Eddie stepped towards the door, but then walked back. "Okay, keep it down. I'm trying to practice." Steve grins as he returns to his room signaled by a door slam. You slap Steve on the arm and he chuckles pulling himself off the ground and turning to quietly shut the window.

"Sorry." He slowly made his way over to you and he sighed in relief. "Tried to be a ninja." Steve tried to defend himself, but you only stare back at him a glare on your face. He scanned your face before letting out a huff, "What's got you all worked up?"

"You. do." You reply jabbing a finger into his chest trying to fight the urge to punch him. "What are you doing here, Harrington. My brother will kill you if he finds you here." You seethed and Steve places his hands on your hips much to your surprise.

"I came, because I heard from a certain bird that you had some feelings about me. I wanted to hear for myself." He admitted and you turned red. Chrissy Cunningham was going to hear it tomorrow, but for now your attention was on Steve. His hands were placed gently over your waist and his hazel eyes staring down at you.

"I like you, Steve." You confessed shamefully considering the events that just occurred. "I do, but if my br-Mm!" He cut you off by pressing his lips against your own soft, sweet like candy, and completely intoxicating. His hands tightened on your waist and you curl your fingers in his hair. Own lips hungrily moving against his own and your breath shaky.

When the two of you pulled back a smiled danced onto his lips. "Safe to say you like me back then." He comments almost out of breath as if he ran a marathon. Steve chuckles pressing his forehead to your own, "Yeah, just couldn't wait any longer, (Y/N)." He pulls back and you stand there slightly dazed as he walks around the room. Picking up the brush from the floor you go back to brushing out the tangles from your hair, the usual bedtime routine. He joins you standing behind you and his fingers brush over yours, taking the brush into his hands.

"Here, let me." He takes your thick waves into his hand and gently runs the brush through them. Taking his time pulling each tangle from every strand. Steve's fingers felt so good against your scalp. You hummed in content sighing as he took care of you. Once he finished he placed the brush back onto the dresser neatly. "All done." You turn around to face him and you reach up to place your hands over his shoulders rubbing them. Steve suddenly has his hands on you lifting you up and setting you down on the dresser standing between your legs. In return your legs wrap around his waist keeping him there.

His hands are on your thighs squeezing as he hungrily nips at your neck, leaning your head back to give him better access. Steve's breath ghosts over your skin and your eyes flutter shut. "Steve.." You gasp, in return he groans against your neck kissing along your jawline.

"Yeah, baby?" He grabs ahold of your chin pulling your head back to look at him. You can only whine and he chuckles, "Okay I'm sorry." He attacks your lips again and you gasp and moan as teeth nip at your lip.

The door to your room creaks open and Eddie walks in, "Hey, sis. I broke my--HOLY SHIT!" His voice caused the both of you to pull apart and your cheeks were a bright red.

"Harrington?" Eddie looks at the jock in shock and you whined.

"Eddie. Get out!" You snapped tossing a bottle of hairspray at him and he quickly scurries out of the room laughing on the way out, but shuts the door behind him. You were going to get him later and hopefully Eddie kept his mouth shut.

"He's never going to let me live that down." You whined to Steve, he walks over to you and kisses your cheek in attempt to make you feel better.

"Yeah, I know." Steve hummed and you sighed still content with the moment you shared with Steve.

hi guys welcome to my Death Proof slenderverse AU. I am a normal person. habit is stuntman mike and the main mh four is the second half's protags. ok bye