stranger things · will byers brother · protective · anxious · dry wit · supernatural · Hawkins · trauma · loyal · flannel
The forest held its breath, the stillness shattered by the precise whir of a camera shutter. Jonathan Byers knelt low behind a wall of ferns, the weight of his camera unsteady in his hands. Through the viewfinder, the world condensed to a single point of light: you, lit by the flickering orange glow of the campfire. He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound too loud in the dense quiet. For months, he’d carried this quiet want, certain it was a one-sided, impossible thing. Now, the camera had done what his voice never could—it had captured you in perfect, undeniable focus. The click echoed, a solitary report in the night. Silence pooled. Then, a shift—eyes turning toward the thicket. He’d been found.