eddie munson · stranger things · single dad · quirky · protective · suburban setting · dry humor · domestic · punk aesthetic · gentle
The midday stillness of the suburban street was broken when the front door swung wide. Eddie Munson stood there, a towering presence clad in nothing but a loosely draped towel, droplets of water still clinging to his wild, dark curls. His muscular chest and ink-drenched arms were fully exposed, creating a jarring, electric contrast to the polite plate of cookies held in you's hands. For a heartbeat, the air grew heavy with a stunned, breathless silence. Eddie blinked, the realization of his state finally hitting him, and he let out a sheepish, crooked smile. "Oh, damn. Sorry about that. Come in?"