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a date with lin
lin lie x reader
A soft haze spread the moonlight around the garden. You weren’t expecting much for your date with Lin lie so you didn’t dress up too formal for the occasion. Lin has always been discrete in the relationship, but never to an extent that made you anxious and insecure. It’s just how he spoke, he was blunt and hardly provided context. He told you to make sure you weren’t doing anything this Friday, he didn’t mention what you guys were doing.
Lin also does have a history of not going above and beyond when it comes to your dates. He still attempts to put in effort, making sure the food is good, the movie is entertaining, the day is planned in some way. He’s still considerate when it comes to those things because his main objective is to make you happy. You acknowledge his efforts, always thanking him for treating you right and he appreciates the feedback.
Today, he outdid himself, you felt embarrassed when you looked at the table you were sitting at. Underneath a white wooden gazebo with an overwhelming amount of magenta trumpet vines growing along the pillars. Warm soft lit candles melt upon the cobblestone, and an unlit candle in the middle of the round table.
The chairs made out of metal with floral carving detail, both empty. Behind the gazebo is a beautiful willow tree, that’s leaves lit up when the fireflies beam alongside it. No music playing so you hear water running but faintly see it as the moon sparkles upon its reflection. You’re in awe.
The hostess extends her hand, guiding you to sit at the table, “thank you” you quietly say as you make your way over. You sit down slowly not wanting to ruin the table, a thick white sheet over it, with a satin runner in the middle to divide the space between the two. There’s one rose in a skinny glass vase at your right that’s next to the unlit candle that the hostess now sparks.
She hands you a menu and walks away. Leaving you with the scenery. Fairy lights dangling from the ceiling. “Oh my god!” You mouthed, the first instinct is to get your phone out to take pictures as you wait for Lin.
The music arrives, live music. The woman begins running her fingers through the strings of her harp. She’s at a distance where the music is faint but still heard. You start to record, the melody matches the scenery, you feel like you’re in heaven.
The first song ends, and she begins her next song, this time a man blows in his trumpet, a beautiful Chet Baker song.
In the distance coming through the same way you came is Lin. He isn’t really dressed for the occasion either so you feel relieved to know you wouldn’t be the only one. You’re smiling at him snd he blushes, “I’m sorry, I was hoping to show up before you.”
You jump up, lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Lin! I love it!” You excitedly kiss his cheek.
“The night just started” he chuckled but wraps his arms around your waist “I missed you.”
You wait, as the two of you sway to the music, then you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him, “I missed you too.”
He takes your seat, the metal scraping the stone floor, “madame.”
As you sit, he pushes the chair closer to the table and sits across from you. You didn’t look at the menu too much, you trusted his choice. Fluffy bread and butter as gratis from the restaurant he booked. The two of you don’t say anything, he takes your hand, lazily intertwining your fingers together. You admire him, his face just shaven and you know because it leaves a certain glow. A light breeze and his aftershave fills the air that surrounds you.
He purses his lips, “so…” he blushes.
“So” you giggle and he laughs, with his other hand he hovers it over his mouth. Something he does when he’s nervous or embarrassed.
“I’m glad you like it.”
You scoff, “are you kidding, I don’t even feel like this is real right now.”
“Oh really?”
“Pinch me I must be dreaming” you joked and he laughs. He turns his head to the water, barely visible but the both of you know it’s there. He stares at the fireflies that blink in the sky and he takes in the soft jazz playing in the distance. Then his eyes trail back to you, he can’t help to feel butterflies in his stomach when he looks at you.
Under the light, it illuminates the sparkle in your eyes, and the gloss in your hair, to him you’re breathtaking. He’s glad to have made this arrangement because of the few times he’s canceled for missions and worried you when he came to you injured, you still cared for him. You always showed up for him. It’s something that is a blessing to people like him, he wants to make sure you know that.
© luvmoonstar: desperately need more lin lie fanfics hereeeee
me when I’m mischievous
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headcanon:
IRONFIST — lin lie ༚༅༚˳
✩⡱ LIKE A STONE BY AUDIOSLAVE — he discovered this song on his own. The gateway to his love for alt rock, post-grunge, and garage rock. He enjoys listening to this song when he’s warming up and going for a jog, in the mornings preferably. Helps him wake up.
✩⡱ BLOW OUT BY RADIOHEAD — there’s only 1% of the male population who does not listen to Radiohead, and Lin Lie is not one of them. After liking the song from audioslave, he stumbled upon Radiohead. He doesn’t go a day without listening to them. When Peter asked what he was in to, he shrugged “might not know them but Radiohead.” Peter nodded, “everyone knows Radiohead man.”
✩⡱ SELFLESS BY THE STROKES — peter put him on. Without even knowing, until he heard lin lie ask him for that one song. Peter’s music enthusiast, so to him it could be any song. Lin attempted to hummed the words but Peter couldn’t make out of what he was talking singing. Until a week later it plays on his laptop and Peter sends him the link.
✩⡱ I CHOOSE YOU BY F5VE (LUNA COVER VER.) — luna covered the song once and lin thought it was actually her song. His searches include… everyday every night by luna snow and I choose you by luna snow but her version never came up, just some jpop group and he listened to the original song, it’s nice… wasn’t too bad… just wasn’t luna’s voice.
✩⡱LOOK BY RED VELVET — luna said once “I think you’d like this song” not expecting him to actually like it, she just wanted to play it. he added it to his playlist, and a few of red velvet’s other songs because he discovered that rock isn’t the only genre he enjoyed. kpop was his second favorite genre, because it also included luna’s music. name 5 luna songs, go! he’d be able to do it.
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BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN BY THE SMITHS | TELEPHONES BY VACATIONS | CUPID DE LOCKE BY THE SMASHING PUMPKINS | 100 BY DEAN BLUNT | SWIMMING BY FLAWED MANGOS
© luvmoonstar : nothing niche, he really does give linkin park stan too? maybe…
Everyones such a slut in tumblr compared to real life if u really think about it
realistically jean-paul would've told everybody to pirate it but i just wanted to show my appreciation for these sillies. pixie needs to bully northstar more often
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou
✐ᝰ spiderman x fem!reader
✐ᝰ syn: you and peter agree to wind down and make dinner for each other after his workload has been taking up all the time he could be with you. but you become anxious that he can’t commit to his promise. you call him and when he answers, you overhear a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear.
✐ᝰ a.n: domestic fluff, emotional traumas, cheating, angst. I’m honestly not the best at writing, making these to hopefully get better. For no reason, I need a hobby. It’s my first fic, be nice…please.
You weren’t anyone to judge, but everything was hard for you to do deal with alone. Nonetheless, you were patient. For a few days, days turned into a weeks and then months, then eventually you had enough. But there was a pit in your stomach, a feeling you couldn’t shake. It over took your mind and sent it swirling, your heart wired to his. You felt guilty to feel this way. You know it’s hard for him to handle too.
Your teeth peeled the skin from your lips. You were attempting to calm yourself, your thoughts. The TV playing for the past hour and still you heard nothing from it. Today, you planned something with Peter, at 7pm the two of you are going to make dinner at your apartment, watch a movie, and if luck is on your side sleep soundly.
Spiderman was someone every kid looked up to and happened to be what the city officials entrusted their security to. It is an honor to him, with all the blood, sweat, and sleepless nights they city of Queens give their respects to him.
The clock hit 6:45, there’s still no sign of Peter. You gathered the ingredients out of the paper bag, it was his idea to make Singapore curry noodles.
Your eyes flickering at the clock on the white stove the apartment complex gifted you. The apartment came furnished, with a few things the old renter didn’t take. You read 6:57, and all the vegetables laid out on the kitchen counter, you straighten up the red bell pepper and let out a sigh.
The wind chime rung softly to the breeze of the night sky. You look over at your empty window, pausing for a moment that maybe he’d slip through. You’re left with nothing. The porcelain clatter against the metal once more. You sigh, “why make this difficult for me”
You grab your phone, unlocking it and staring at Peter’s last message he sent. A selfie of him with his mask pressed against a wine bottle.
For us to wine down
Get it? Wind down… wine.. :P love you
You received it at 6:07, the sun setting in the picture. You glance over at the dark sky outside the window. The time is now 7:05.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as the pad of your finger pressed the phone icon. It started to ring.
On the other end, Peter felt his phone vibrate. In the distance, cans clanked on the New York floors, residents preparing for trash day tomorrow.
“You couldn’t pick any other day to chase me down?” He says through the mask, keeping his distance.
Felicia smirks, “spidey, I missed you, life’s not the same without you” her heels echo. Peter sat against the wooden box at the top of an apartment building.
“That’s because it’s different now,” Peter states “I’m in a relationship now, you know that.”
She giggles, “that didn’t stop us before, why now?”
He felt a bubble form in his throat, annoyed at her response. It will forever haunt him as long as she’s alive. He was dumb and angry; Mary-Jane, his ex, did not cooperate with his lifestyle. She didn’t know, of course, he contemplated on telling her multiple times. But she was already too stubborn to talk to in general.
Felicia Hardy, stealthily entangled with Peter after a harsh argument he had with Mary-Jane, he regretted it the morning after. It was wrong of him and he knew it too. Since that day, he still doesn’t know what got over him. After she broke up with him, he laid low, focusing on his studies and saving lives. He wasn’t planning on entering the dating world after his unfaithfulness.
Then, he met you.
“I have important places to be” Peter picks up the wine bottle from the abandoned box, he turns away from her. “She’s different, Felicia, don’t get in the way.”
“She’s different” she emphasizes, “is my good boy spidey the same?”
“I was young, Felicia,” the defeat in his voice, “why can’t you just bug off?” He was interrupted by a gust of wind, he can see the sparkle in her blue eyes and her hips sway closer to him.
“You don’t mean that, love, do you?” As her hand reaches for his chin, he shrugs her away.
It takes him a while to say something, and with everything else you heard from the phone you couldn’t wait any longer for a response. Your heart pulses in your ears, your hand quivering over your mouth. You hung up and dropping your phone on the faux suede couch. Cheating is not something you take lightly, it haunts you from your previous relationship.
But Peter, he’s patient, and aware of your anxious attachment. He doesn’t blame you for it, he knows you’ve been cheated on in the past and he’s always been there to relieve your mind when it takes over. He told you he was Spiderman a year into the relationship, because you sobbed in his lap about your frustrations. He didn’t know how you’d take it, at first you didn’t believe him, you didn’t want him to think you were naive. But he took you for a swing, and explained what happens when he puts on the mask.
For a while, you were calm, he’d visit you occasionally and cuddle you to sleep. You became his safe space. After a few battles that left him bruised and scrapped, he’d go to you and you’d patch him up, sewing up open wounds. You learned quicker than your colleagues in nursing school.
But these flare ups, they made you feel insane, like instinctively you knew not to let your guard down. Guilt won overtime, but after peter accidentally answered your call… you knew to trust your gut feeling.
You weren’t mad at Peter, he didn’t say anything wrong, but he didn’t tell you his wrongs either. Well, he can say it’s none of your business, but had you known he’s had a history of cheating, things would be different.
But did you want things to be different?
Your vision is blurry and you choke on your breath. You wipe your tears away, “oh god,” you sob. You stay seated on your couch, the commercials buzz, but you pull your legs up to your chest and cry.
There’s nothing to do of this situation, he’s not in the wrong. You can’t help but to think you’re way over your head, the woman sounded comfortable. Her giggle, you can remember it. She’s sexy, you know it.
“Sorry I’m late!” Peter hops through the window, “I was trying to find an outfit to match the occasion, then I grabbed another for tomorrow—“
He set the wine down on the bar counter, his head snaps at the sound of your sniffling. He rushes over, “hey” his voice is soft as he takes a seat beside you. The warmth of his arms bring you closer to his chest. “What’s got you down, y/n? Was it me?”
You feel the stronger urge to sob, but you shake your head, you want to ignore it. “I’m sorry, I-I just…” you stand up avoiding his eyes “I missed you, that’s all.”
He watches you walk to the kitchen, shoulders stiff and your pace quickened. His eyes flinch at the sound of you lying, “I’m sorry to keep you waiting” he sees you grab a pan out of the oven and place it on the stove.
He gets up from the couch, his eyes land on your phone faced down on the floor. He bends over to pick it up, the screen lights up, the time is now 7:37 and you’ve got one notification about your internships schedule. He sets the phone on the coffee table and walks to you. His arms snake around your waist, “I missed you” he whispers, his chin resting on your shoulder.
You shrug him off, I missed you. Her voice echoed through your head.
His eyebrows stitched, “what did I do, y/n? Tell me.”
You grab the cutting board, and place the green bell pepper against it. You cut the stem off, slicing it in half as he asks you. You don’t respond, still conflicted if you should mention it.
He waits for you to say something, but you continue to prepare dinner. He hears your heart beating at second quicker than your normal rhythm. He wishes he could hear your thoughts, he knows you’re thinking about something.
“I really tried to get here on time—“
“It’s not about that,” you finally speak “Peter.”
His name used as a period, he feels his stomach churn. He knows something isn’t right. He feared it, as crime begins to pick up, he’s dealing with something more difficult. An anti-hero who he manages to always get in the way. It’s taking up a lot of his time, he senses you’d become impatient someday. He can’t help but to think, you have every right to feel that way. He sees the way you see things and he fears you don’t carry the same amount of patience he does.
“Are you sure?”
You hesitate to finish slicing the other half of the bell pepper, just like you’re hesitating to bring up the conversation you overheard. You bit your lip and close your eyes, you know it’d bring you relief to know more about her.
“Who is she, Peter?” Your voice cracks.
He’s puzzled, that’s the last thing he’d expect you to ask. “There’s no one else, y/n”
“Don’t lie to me”
He bites his tongue, you responded too quick and he suspects you know of the black cat that lingers behind him. He’s cautious, “she’s no one.”
You put the knife down, your eyes fill with tears in reaction to his response. He lunges at you, “let me explain” he repeated but you felt your nerves start to send you in a panic.
“I called you,” you admitted “did you know that?”
He shakes his head, “I didn’t…”
“I heard everything.”
He doesn’t say anything, he knows exactly what you heard. “I wanted to tell you… but it just…”
You tried to brush past him but he grabbed onto you, “you told me about you getting cheated on and I got scared.”
“I don’t even know what to say” you didn’t want to blame him for his past mistakes, he’s learned from them. But you couldn’t shake this anxious feeling on top of that.
“I’m different, y/n” his voice is hoarse, “you’re someone I don’t want to loose. Please, hear me out.”
You steady your breathing and nod. Flushed from your ruminating thoughts, your hands are holding your warm cheeks as he explains. She definitely was someone you’d fear, you have every right to, because everything you thought, she was 10x more. But Peters voice was stern and believing when he says he regretted ever interacting with her.
“I love you,” he sighed pulling you in for a hug, “I’m sorry I don’t get to say that enough.”
“You do—“
“Seconds! Every second you should hear me say it because I truly mean it. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” He shakes his head “even still, I’m not saying it enough.”
You chuckle and to him, that’s a relief. You look into his eyes and he’s in awe. “I love you” he whispers again as his lips hover over yours, he kisses you slowly. His hands sliding down, caressing small of your back.
“I wanna hear you say it” he smiles into the kiss and you do. A mumble out of your mouth, his lips are fighting your words, but he hears you.
He pulls his head back, “I’m hungry” he whines.
You shake your head with a smile, “Whine? Before preparing dinner?” You joked.
His laugh warmed your heart, “I knew you liked that one.”
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spiderman x fem!reader
you and peter agree to wind down and make dinner for each other after his workload has been taking up all the time he could be with you. but you become anxious that he can’t commit to his promise. you call him and when he answers, you overhear a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear.
HEADCANON:
- lin lie music taste
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Art by Peach Momoko