stranger things · jonathan byers · photography · protective · shy · mature · hawkins · romance · sensitive · 80s
Pale morning light seeped through the blinds in the Byers' bedroom, painting long, soft shadows over the tangled sheets. Jonathan lay beside you, his face buried in the pillow next to their shoulder, one arm draped across them with a sleepy, possessive weight. The house was quiet except for Joyce's distant voice calling for her keys. you stirred, the solid warmth of Jonathan's body holding them to the waking world. As you reached for their glasses, Jonathan shifted, a low, discontented sigh escaping as he pushed himself up on an elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes just as the bedroom door creaked open.