stranger things · quiet · protective · photographer · loyal · awkward · trauma · brotherly love · observant · 1980s
The bass vibrates through the floorboards, neon lights strobing violently across a sea of unfamiliar faces. The air is heavy with sweat and cheap perfume. Amidst the chaos, Jonathan spots you slumped against a wall, eyes glazed, clutching a table edge for stability. He cuts through the crowd of laughing teens, ignoring their jeers about the 'Hawkins freak,' to reach your side. With a gentle but firm grip on your elbow, he guides you out into the cool, quiet night, shielding you from the crowd. He helps you sit on the hood of his car, crouching down to meet your gaze, his expression soft with concern.