#Jonathan byers as spiderman

[unfinishedslurs]

Spiderman au (stoncy)

Jonathan makes sure to check that the ally is well and truly empty before he pulls his mask up. Christ, he wouldn’t have become Spider-Man if he’d known how hot the suit would be. And not in the fun way people like to joke about. He chugs his water, and debates pouring some over his head. Sadly he needs it to hydrate. He slowly drinks the rest like a good superhero.

That’s still insane to him. Even after years of experience, he still sometimes thinks he’s going to wake up and it will all have been a bad dream.

Nancy told him she got into investigative reporting after her best friend went missing. She was found a year later, body deteriorating inside the restricted area of a government lab that had faces a chemical leak. A leak they tried their best to cover up.

Her first article is under someone else’s name. He’s read it. It’s incredibly good for a seventeen year old burning with righteous fury. It’s obvious that she was meant for this, built for finding the cracks and burrowing deeper until she pulls the ugly truth. 

He respects her deeply. He just wishes that he wasn’t the crack she’s focusing on.

“You’ve spoken to him though, Jonathan,” she says, eyes pleading. “If anyone could get me an interview, it would be you!”

And have her recognize him instantly? No thanks.

“Nancy, seriously. He doesn’t want an interview.”

“But if I could just talk to him-”

“No, Nance.”

He knows her first regret will always be Barb. Her second, though? The ex-boyfriend who also went missing after agreeing to some extremely shady treatment for his terminal cancer. Unlike Barb, she never got closure for that one. She still doesn’t know what happened to him. She tracked him as far as the facility they’d taken him to, but it exploded long before she got there. Presumably with Steve inside. 

He knows she still holds out hope. They never identified his body she’d whispered to him once after too many drinks at an office party. I checked the records. They don’t know for certain if he was still in it.

The next day she told him she knew it was a stupid wish. Even if the explosion hadn’t killed him, the cancer would have by now. But he knows Nancy. She’ll never stop wondering.

“So how’d you get yours?” Deadpool asks, swinging his legs cheerfully over the ledge.

“My Chimichanga? You gave it to me.”

He can practically see Deadpool roll his eyes behind his mask. “No, smartass. Your powers.” 

That’s a loaded question. If he’s too specific it would be easy to find out who he is. But it’s not like it would be with anyone else, is it? Deadpool’s a hero too, no matter how much anti he puts in front of it. And they’re friends, or something like it. Friendly enough for him to let the other man slap his ass at least.

“I got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“No,” he gasps, whipping his head towards Jonathan. “No fucking way. Seriously?”

“I’m being completely serious!” He promises, starting to laugh. It really does sound ridiculous out loud. “I was on this field trip at the place my mom’s ex-boyfriend worked at, and it got out and bit me!”

“Field trip? Oh my God, you were a fucking baby. No wonder your mom broke up with that guy.”

That sobers him up quick. “He was actually a really nice guy,” he says quietly, looking down at his hands. “He, uh…he died, actually.” Saving my brother, he doesn’t say. The failure still bleeds in his chest. He should have been stronger. Bob didn’t deserve the way he died, ripped apart by the Green Goblin because they’d been after him.

His mom doesn’t blame him, but she should.

“Shit,” Deadpool swears, reaching towards Jonathan as if to comfort before thinking better of it and pulling away. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, sorry. Me and my big fucking mouth.”

“It’s more trouble than you’re worth,” Jonathan agrees, and ignores the protest that gets. “What about you? How’d you get your powers?”

Deadpool takes the deflect with grace, eager as Jonathan to get the awkwardness behind them. “Oh, me? Great story, you’re gonna love this. So I was dying from cancer, right?”

He wasn’t expecting that, almost choking on the chimichanga he’d taken a bite of.

“Gross, man. Chew it, don’t spew it.”

“You have cancer and you’re out here doing all this?”

“I had cancer,” he corrects. “Terminal. There was no saving me, yanno? And I…well, I got desperate.”

Jonathan sucks in a breath. He knows exactly what kind of things desperation lead to.

Deadpool huffs a laugh. “Yeah,” he agrees, even though Jonathan hasn’t said anything. “Stupid of me, I know. Shoulda just kicked the bucket like a respectable motherfucker. But no, I just had to track down some shady research facility that promised to try and find a cure for me. You know how that goes, right? But, well…” He raises a fist, dropping it slowly down before he opens it near his thigh, making an explosion noise with his mouth. “Rock fucking bottom, amiright? I was gonna die anyway. Why not add human experimentation to my bucket list?”

“So it worked?”

“So it worked?” He mimics, in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like Jonathan. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“How’d you get superpowers from it?”

“I was getting to that. So it worked, right? But the cure they used…it wasn’t designed to stop the cancer. Not really. No, what they did was turn me into a mutant. I’m basically an X-Men by now. X-Man? Point is, not dying did not come naturally. And once they brought it out of me, they made sure to test it. Again, and again, and again.”

Suddenly his chimichanga doesn’t look too good anymore. He hands it to Deadpool, who takes it with enthusiasm.

“Thanks, man, how’d you know I was still hungry? Anyway, I escaped, obviously. Took the whole organization down with me. By the time I left, whole building was in flames. Now I’m hunting down the survivors.” He takes a bite. “Y’sure you don’ wan dish?” He asks through a mouthful of food.

“I’m good.”

He swallows. “Your loss, I guess. This is fucking delicious. Sorry to be a moodkiller and run, but I’m afraid I have an appointment with a very small, very blind landlady. Toodles!” 

He leaves Jonathan there at a loss for words. He can’t even make a sound to protest. All he can do is watch as Deadpool jumps straight down from the roof, only barely bothering to slow his fall so he doesn’t break his leg. Not that it would matter much if he did. Jonathan stays on the roof, processing, until he hears a woman cry for help a few streets away. 

He hits his web-shooters. Crime never sleeps in the city. 

It’s only when he’s in bed that he realizes he’s heard that story before. 

The next time he sees Nancy, he’s a mess. 

“You ready to shoot?” She asks, setting a coffee on his desk with a smile. It falters when all he does is stare back. “Jonathan?”

Ready to shoot? Right. Photography. His job. His job he works at with Nancy. Nancy, whose ex-boyfriend may or may not be the guy who has slapped his ass and flirted with him on numerous occasions. Fuck. He’s going insane. He’s losing his fucking mind. Deadpool probably isn’t even Steve and all this will be for nothing. 

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he blurts out. She rears back, startled. “He had cancer, right?”

“Steve?” She shakes her head, not in disagreement but in confusion. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Did he?”

Her mouth twists in displeasure. He doesn’t blame her, that was a terrible fucking way to start “Hey, your dead boyfriend might not be so dead after all!” He wishes he could bang his head on his desk without cracking the table. “I’m not talking about this.”

“Nancy, wait,” he starts, and she shakes her head again.

“I’m going to see if Fred is free, actually,” she says, and hurries away. He groans, and lets his head fall onto his desk anyway. One tiny crack won’t matter, right?

It’ll fit in with all the others.

Nancy avoids him for the next week. By the time he sees Deadpool again, he’s even more of a mess.

“Spidey!” He greets, blood dripping off his sword. “I know I ask this every time, but I just gotta check, man. You seen anyone named Brenner around?”

“Still a no, sorry.”

He sighs, wiping off his blade before sticking it back in the sheath. “Worth a shot.”

“Do you ever talk to people from your old life?” Jonathan blurts out. “Before you became a superhero?”

Deadpool shrugs nonchalantly, but he can’t pass off the tension in his shoulders. “They all think I’m dead,” he says. “It’s better that way.”

“Didn’t you have a girlfriend? Or friends? Parents?”

“Friends, not really. Parents, no. Girlfriend…she’s better off this way.” He says, counting on his fingers. He laughs bitterly. “I stopped talking to my parents before I even got diagnosed, and my only friend was my girlfriend. I dumped all the other ones for being assholes after…well, some shit went down, and they were real dicks about it, that’s all I’m gonna say.” He turns to Jonathan, suspicious. “Why the third-degree?”

“What’s dying like?”

“Pretty chill, actually,” he says. Jonathan turns to look at him, and he gets the impression Deadpool is grinning. “Don’t get me wrong, the dying part? That fucking suuuuuucks. But Death itself isn’t so bad. I usually just chill with Her for a while before She sends me back.”

“...Her?”

“Oh yeah, The Lady loves me. We’re besties.”

“You’re besties,” he repeats flatly. “With Death.”

“What? Like that’s so hard to believe, Mr. Radioactive Spider?”

He’s got him there. “What’s Death like then? The…Lady, or whatever.”

“Well, first of all, she’s a massive lesbian.”

Jonathan should have known nothing that came out of his mouth would be fucking normal. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” Deadpool grabs his arm. “I’m being serious! Death is a lesbian, she loves birds and prefers to go by Robin, and we’re apparently soulmates.”

“…are you a girl?” 

“No?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“C’mon, Spidey, open your mind.” If he could see his face, he knows that bastard would be smirking at him. “We’re not romantic. She actually hated me at first. I mean we’re literally tied together by the universe. Whatever souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.’

“Is that Emily Bronte?”

“Look who paid attention in high school english!” 

He misses his bed. 

[soniclion92]

SPIDER-JONATHAN 🗣🗣

[castielinpastel]

the similarities between peter parker and jonathan byers though. they’re both smol nerdy photographers in school who get/used to get bullied, plus their personalities are overall very similar. this is proof that jonathan byers is in fact spiderman.

[jonathans-cam3ra]

Spidey Jon ❤️💙

[ollsonline]

idk but jonathan byers and will byers both having spiderman’s powers and trying to hide it from the other does make me giggle

[jonathanbyersphd]

Jonathan Byers (when getting confronted on anything Spiderman related in the AU):

[scarebats]

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

(My favorite of yours is Put Me Down!)

hi anon!

your favourite fic of mine is literally my least favourite that ive written😭

anyways i know you probably mean my favourite top gun fic, but im just gonna put my favourite from all of the fandoms that i write.

Top Gun: The Rock Show (icemav, fluff)

Marvel: You’re Better Than the Stars (parkner/parley, fluff)

Stranger Things: Cute Customer! (stonathan, fluff)

and for a bonus fandom that i have only written two short drabbles for:

The Outsiders: Grow Up (no ship, steve randle centric, angst)

it was very hard to pick for my top gun fics. so here are the two runner ups for number one spot: 

Reflecting Thoughts (icemav, smut)

It’s Something Unpredictable. But In The End, It’s Right. (icemav, angst)

[shipperssafehaven]

POV: me being the problem

[max-mayfield-71]

Stranger Things as Spider-Man

Jonathan Byers as Peter Parker

Nancy Wheeler as Mary Jane Watson

Steve Harrington as Flash Thompson

Robin Buckley as Betty Brant

Inspired by [x]

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

What people don't understand is that both Steve and Jonathan are sooooo spiderman coded just in such different ways

Steve's got the hero martyr complex down

Jonathan's got the literally everything else and more down

[worldfullofash]

If i had a coin for each time a protective nerd with a silly little camera falls in love with a beautiful, smart, and badass girl while he’s fighting monsters and being bullied… i would have two coins. That's not much, but it's weird that it happened twice

I mean-

[spideyswebhead]

Who I Write For

Rules on requesting : these will be for "x reader" and not canon x canon. You need to tell me what gender or pronouns you'd like reader to use, otherwise I'll just do gender neutral!

No heavy topics, as I don't think I can do any subject justice and rather not spread misinformation! But any angst like a break up or such, I am cool with doing.

I'm allowed to deny a request. whether it's because I'm uncomfortable or don't think I'm suited to do it.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Michelle "MJ" Watson-Jones

Ned Leeds

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Jessica Jones

(I have only experience in writing for Peter, but willing to give anyone a try)

Marauders

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

(I have only experience in writing for three of the boys, and it's been a hot minute since I've read fanfic, but again I'm willing to give a try for anyone (except Snape))

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams (adult)

Abigail "Abby" Anderson

Tess Servopoulos

Dina

(Pls specify if it's for game or show)

Detroit Become Human

Connor (800, 60, or 900)

Markus

Kara

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Charles Smith

Abigail Roberts

[emily-mooon]

Here it is! The Spidey-Jon suit idea.

Thought that this was a good opportunity for me to experiment with watercolours since I do love the medium. I also used pencil crayons as an outline because I saw it once in an artist I like YouTube video and I thought it looked cool.

They are little dumb doodles because I didn’t want to try and make an extravagant piece with an art medium that I rarely use (I started using watercolours almost three years ago and will use the medium once every few months)

[soniclion92]

I see all these spider-man aus but none for the guy who's actually a photographer like peter like COME ON

[ihrtby3rs]

if u guys want u can follow my other blog pls 😟 @ihrtch4rlie PLEASEEE

[key-lime-slice]

I’m going to assume that anyone who headcanons Steve Harrington as Spider-Man has zero media literacy.