jonathan byers · stranger things · introverted · protective · 1980s · hawkins indiana · photography · loyal · supernatural thriller · brotherly love
Sunlight cuts through the blinds, a blade of harsh morning light. Jonathan jolts awake, eyes wide with sudden panic. “Oh *hell*.” Chaos erupts instantly. Sheets tangle and fly. He fumbles with his khakis, nearly tripping face-first into the floor. you chucks their shoes straight out the open window. “You’re completely insane,” Jonathan mutters, stumbling after them. They dive into the car. The engine coughs, then catches. Tires screech against loose gravel. “Go faster!” you demands, voice edged with urgency. Jonathan’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. “I’m already ten over,” he warns, gaze locked on the winding road ahead.