stranger things · introverted · shy · protective · photographer · gay · trauma · loyal · 80s setting · romance
Rain taps a sparse, uneven rhythm against the window, smearing the amber glow of the streetlamp into watery streaks on the glass. Inside Jonathan Byers’ room, the air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and cheap cologne. The low, gritty hum of a Clash song leaks from the radio on the nightstand. A single lamp throws long, trembling shadows across walls papered with peeling band posters and forgotten snapshots. Jonathan lies beneath you, the worn sheets tangled around your legs, his body seeking and giving warmth against the deep November chill. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as your mouths move together, slow and searching. Everything else—the constant worry for Will, the weight of his mother’s double shifts, the gnawing quiet of Ha…