received a "gift drawing" from one of my favorite fan artists yesterday & now we have spiderman!lion coming to life, written by one of my favorite ficwriters ever.......... idk what i did to deserve allllll that but god knows how happy i'm feeling right now i might just kiss the first person that i see on the street as soon as i'm off work and that's me being nonchalant about it alright lol
DAILY BUGLE : “HERO? OR BAD LUCK?”
Issue #1
Lion Kaminski doesn’t have it all figured out. He works a dead end job, a dead end career, and at this point, a dead end life. If anything else were to fall apart, perhaps he was just asking for it. He’s accepted his fate already, being okay with just being okay. But the universe has plans for him, something that he finds worse than his shitty life already.
Authors Note ⌣ hey! I wanted to post this since I’ll be on vacation for a few days, This is based on this post! By @bluesycatharsis I tried to have fun with it so the format is truly all over the place. You’re always dropping such creative au ideas. Never go bald 🫶🏾 thank you to my pookie @flixpii promising toe sucking. Open wide 🤑if you see any spelling mistakes, IGNORE IT
ᯓ Earth- 9122019
Introducing 𓂃
Walter “Lion” Kaminski ! (Also known as Spider-man)
“My name is Lion— just Lion. The rest doesn’t matter.”
Lion Kaminski finds that his life isn’t much to be desired. He goes to work, practices at a run down gym, and when Stan calls him with a request on his tongue, he hopes that he wouldn’t go home with a bloody nose again.
🕸️ His dream of being a professional boxer was never his, but his brother insisted that he was gifted enough to go for it. Out of love for the only family member he has left, he pursued a career of broken knuckles and black eyes.
🕸️ Has a bad habit of talking with his mouth full and licking his fingers after every meal.
🕸️ Has a dog that he loves like a son.
🕸️ Lives next to noisy neighbors that bring him a sort of comfort when he’s stuck with his thoughts. They are either arguing or fucking very loudly… he’s not going to say which one he prefers more.
🕸️ Thinks the so called “Spider-man” is a good guy, he’s just trying his best. (To which you say he’s dumb for thinking so)
“He isn’t a bad guy— if anything, he’s doing people a favor. How many people you know would fight crime to help the community?”
“Someone who was lonely and had a hard on for stupidity.”
“You’re not funny.”
THEME SONG
001 : New Person, Same Old Mistakes
002 : Pray For Me
003 : Novacane
004 : Dark Red
005 : Fireworks
Lion Kaminski… who gets bitten by a radioactive spider at a run down gym he frequents after work. He was working through sets, sweat dripping down his face, fingers cramping up, adrenaline slowly running out. He takes a seat on a the floor, the rim of the water-bottle at his lips, chugging down lukewarm water to wash the dryness plunging his throat.
He heaves, the only one in the gym besides the owner who was an older man, greying all over, snoring at the front while he waited for Lion to finally leave.
He finishes the water, making sure he gets every last drop before he decides that it’s getting late and he should get home. He shouts that he’s leaving, startlingly the man at the front who jumps at his booming voice, complaining immediately after that he should hurry up and get out— and then he feels a sharp sting on his leg, the feeling shooting up his nerves like electricity.
He sweeps at his calf’s, the evidence of a spider rushing around the floor to get away and he sighs. He was already down on his luck, he supposed a spider thinking he was food was all that was left of his life.
Lion Kaminski… who wakes up in a cold sweat, unable to go back to sleep. His whole body aches, his muscles and skin feeling tight. He didn’t practice that hard to feel this sore— in fact, even after he’s been beaten in a match, he’s never felt this fucked up before that he feels the need to rush to the store for pain relief. He snatches every pill known to man, a heating pad, a few cold medicines like he’s on the verge of imploding in on himself. He barely makes it back home and through the front door before hes collapsing to the floor, holding himself while his body crumbles. He feels cold and hot at the same time, head tight, fingers tingling like he held them in ice.
Hes gonna fucking die. He knows it. What would his brother think? Would he even care? Would he get a burial? No, he doesn’t have enough money in his name for that. Cremation or leaving his body in the morgue sounds like a better scenario—
He blacks out.
He wakes up the next morning suddenly better. The events of last night no longer evident. He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming, or maybe someone drugged the water at the gym. It is old, the pipes probably rusty, the same pipes that holds the water he kept refilling his water bottle with.
He goes to the bathroom, looking himself over. He touches his face. Nothing. He checks out anything that could be suspicious, running his hands down his body. He still has that month old bruise itched into his side, no longer purple but a lighter brown.
Weird.
The alarm on his stand rings, the sound loud enough that he hears it from the bathroom and Lion realizes he’s late for work. Again
Lion Kaminski… who’s terrible at making himself small. He tries to hide in the shadows, acting as if he’s invisible so people wouldn’t *know* that he’s hiding something.
Everyone hides something. Big, small, clean, dirty— doesn’t matter— but his secret isn’t something he can share. He won’t share it even if his life depended on it. But he can’t stop his mouth from running, drawing up illogical excuses that contradicts himself so badly, people wonder if he’s high on something 24/7. It’s so bad, he draws suspension from his work partner who bunks desk right next to him— one out of the three woman who works in the same station as him he notes— who starts to take notice of everything he thought people didn’t.
Lion Kaminski… who knows you know something is up with him. It’s in the way you stare at him, like your trying to peer into his soul for answers to questions you haven’t asked yet, or soon to be asking— it was all in the matter of **when.**
There was only so many lies he could make up on the spot before they’ll start to cross over and become muddled highways of untruthful material in his catalogue.
Introducing𓂃
MJ! Reader ! (MJ variant)
“Other people may not notice you, but I do. And one thing I noticed is that you’re a terrible liar.”
A sewing factory wasn’t your dream job, but it payed well enough to live on your own. You moved fairly young, entirely dependent enough that your parents didn’t know what to do with you. You did what you wanted, said what you felt, nobody could handle you and that was okay. Maybe you do go overboard but you only live once, might as well do what you wanted until the time ran out.
🕸️ Finds life dull sometimes so you find excitement by making them.
🕸️ People watcher
🕸️ Introverted/ Extroverted mess. Sometimes you’re the life of a party, sometimes you would rather be wrapped up in a blanket watching your favorite movie for the hundredth time. Depends on the day and if you had coffee in the morning.
🕸️ Has a knack for making PowerPoint presentations about useless topics
🕸️ Thinks the so called “Spider-Man” is lazy and kind of a performative male. (To which Lion argues that he isn’t… suspicious much?)
“I think you’re hiding something, but I’m not sure what.. Either you’re a serial killer or worse.”
“Do you want me to be a serial killer?”
“I think you would be a terrible serial killer, but who knows.”
THEME SONG
001 : IM THAT GIRL
002 : Star Girl: Interlude
003 : Are You That Somebody?
004 : Heartbreaker
005 : Like Crazy
Your desk mate, Lion, often came in with wraps around his hand and black eyes that drew attention. People didn’t comment on it, some type of understanding you were privy to, but as a woman, ignorance wasn’t bliss.
Waiting for a ride home, shivering at the bus stop while you scrolled away at your phone, you stumbled upon him walking out of a shady building one night. You were never good with names, but faces were your secret weapon. He wore that same grey hoodie, the cuffs always wrinkled at his wrist, scrubbed with dirt and something you couldn’t quite name. He was speeding out, checking behind his back, hands stuffed in his pockets like he had something to hide.
Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn’t. But nothing like that should be ignored.
Reader who… tried to make it seem like you weren’t side eyeing him during the first 4 hours he was struggling to cut through fabric at his desk. Wearing those bandages adorned his hand like a second skin.
You found him at an odd location, a place you wouldn’t have expected someone like him to come out of. That spelled out a serial Killer waiting to strike.
Reader... who has a notebook , penciled in with every detail you managed to take about your odd co worker. A few weeks went by after that incident and you still couldn’t shake the feeling off that he was hiding something truly crime time worthy. He did the same routine, the same work flow, the same messy breaks where he came back early or showed up an hour after he should have been back. He always looked tired— or was that the consecutive purplish haze under his eyes he gained from… boxing? He said. He did boxing at the expense of his older brother who feels he has a talent for using people like punching bags.
You could believe that part. You would know, you followed him to his supposed match he admitted to having one afternoon. You told him that was great, he tried to invite you, and, thinking that was a code for luring you to a dark alleyway to strangle you, you declined with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, I’m sitting my sister’s dog.”
You don’t have a dog, or a sister.
You witnessed him fumbling in the ring that night, a man — who no doubt was his brother coach he revealed— was at his corner, screaming at him to take charge.
He won, nothing too extraordinary but the crowd went wild anyways.
You noted which hand he used to punch. How fast he was dodging, how often he came up with plans to get out of his opponents grasps. You jotted down everything in case the day came where you had to face him in your search for his secret he most definitely had.
Reader who…starts to enjoy the small conversations held with Lion. Even though most of your questions pried into his life, he took that as your way of making the environment tame. He answered as honestly as he could, but you started to noticed how often he looked off to the side when you asked things that seemed too personal.
“Do you always fight every night?” You asked once.
“Not every night,” he answers, always in that same dry tone, clipping away at loose strings of the shirt he’s been working on.
“So, why do you always have your hands bandaged? You don’t ever take breaks? That doesn't sound healthy."
Once he his eyes found yours, his eyebrows straining together, he’ll look away, trying to change the subject. “I’m a free lance… boxer? Yeah, that. Boxing can be every day, week or month, whatever suits me. Anyways, boss said to—“
He was a liar. A terrible one at that. You never heard of a “free lance Boxer”. He definitely was making up words and careers, but you were a smart cookie. You’ll figure it out.
PAIRED TOGETHER… A Product for disaster
Your quiet coworker has a knack for showing up late with suspicious bruising on his hands and face— something that you know isn’t from all those boxing matches he claims he goes to every night. Nobody notices when he’s gone, probably because nobody really cares.
Except for you.
He’s quick to change the subject. Eyes snapping somewhere else, a hand at the back of his neck; searching for an excuse that you never fall for. You knew men were easy— he was easy. But a person can only lie for so long before the truth bleeds through.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a match last night?”
“Yeah… change of plans I guess? Haha…”
As always, you note something down, a composition notebook filled to the brim. Life was boring anyways, and things are suddenly getting interesting.
Lion isn’t sure what he should do about you. You’re too observant, questions toeing the line of being very personal. Nobody else cared what he did behind the scenes, worried about their own lives outside of work, but you show interest like there’s something deeper you want from him.
Maybe you like him… wait, do you like him?
Oh shit, how does flirting work again? Is that what you’re doing? Oh shit shit shit—
“Missing one day is normal, everybody does it, but coming in late everyday is where I start to wonder if you need an alarm clock. What’s up with that?”
“If the boss doesn’t care, why do you? I’m here right? What’s the issue.”
i see a lot of your lion kaminski posts and i love how obsessed you are about him but i want to know your honest opinion about sky
would you believe me if i said that i was genuinely thinking about making a sky appreciation post? lol cuz i do like her too! my honest opinion about her... i think she's great. she plays a very important role in helping lion realize that he can be his own person, chase his own dreams, and that he doesn't have to depend on stan's validation. so yeah, i love her for that. not gonna lie, at the start of the movie, i did think she was a little bit too moody, but after learning how sad her character background is and how her family treated her... yeah, girl, i understand. come give me a hug :(
they look really cute together, too aww 🥰 jessica barden is soo pretty and i do love the baddie x cutie patootie duo, y'know... big fan of that
(i am planning to add her to my lion fanfic, by the way. i feel very affectionate towards her <3)
my friend saved my ass by giving me a ride to work last night so i kept joking about me being her passenger princess which made her playfully place her hand on my thigh..... and my skin accidentally goosebumped out of reflex....... and she noticed it so now i know she'll tell everyone and never let me live this down #fantastic
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