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Luigi taking care of you during your period. He even takes a day off from work! Please write this

V. COMFORT

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The first thing you register upon waking is the dull, cramping ache in your lower stomach. You groan softly, rolling onto your side and clutching your abdomen. You don’t need to check your phone or a calendar to know what day it is. Your body makes it painfully obvious.

Just as you start to contemplate whether you have the energy to get up and grab some painkillers, you hear a soft knock at the bedroom door. Before you can respond, the door creaks open, and your boyfriend steps inside, balancing a tray in his hands.

"Morning," he says gently, his voice still soft from sleep. He’s wearing his a simple t-shirt, and his hair is a little messier than usual. His expression is warm but laced with concern as he sets the tray down on the nightstand.

You blink up at him, surprised. "Lu? What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?"

His lips curve into a small smile as he sits on the edge of the bed, already reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I took the day off."

Your brows furrow. "You took the day off?"

"Of course," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "I knew your period was supposed to start today. Your cycle averages at about 28.3 days, and you mentioned last week that your cramps were worse than usual last month. So, I figured I’d stay home and take care of you."

Your heart swells at his words. He planned for this. He paid attention, not just to the fact that you were on your period but to how your body responded, how you struggled.

"You didn’t have to do that," you murmur, touched beyond words.

Luigi simply shrugs, as if taking a day off work (a job that rarely lets him rest) is no big deal. "I wanted to."

Before you can protest further, he reaches for the heating pad on the tray, turning it on and gently pressing it against your stomach. The warmth seeps into your skin, easing the tightness in your muscles. You sigh in relief.

"I made you some raspberry leaf tea," He continues, grabbing the mug from the tray and offering it to you. "It can help with cramps, though I also brought ibuprofen just in case... And your favorite ice cream, because I know you crave it around this time." You take the tea, as he tells you that he had to ask his sisters for advice, the warmth of the ceramic comforting in your hands.

"This is… you’re amazing."

He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I just love you," he murmurs. "And I hate seeing you in pain."

Your chest tightens at the tenderness in his voice. You set the tea down and tug him closer until he’s lying beside you, wrapping his arms around you like a cocoon. His long fingers rub slow, soothing circles over your stomach, his touch feather-light but grounding.

"What else did you plan?" you ask, smiling against his chest.

Luigi hums thoughtfully, his fingers tracing light patterns along your back. "Well, first and foremost, we should definitely watch a movie. I figured we could stay in bed all day, watch whatever you want, and I’ll keep refilling your tea and rubbing your back whenever you need."

You grin, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. "The Lorax?" you murmur, your voice drowsy with comfort.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, and the way his eyes glint with amusement makes you laugh. "Again?" he teases, though there’s no real protest in his voice.

"You said you liked it!"

He sighs dramatically, but the fond smile tugging at his lips betrays him. "Okay, fine. I do enjoy it." He answers defeated, playing the movie for you both to see.

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stop repyling to haters!

they are secretly fans bcz they go on their day to tell you whats morally right and wrong and wait for your update to throw insults at us!

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Hi bunny!

I agree to this fully. I’ve luckily hadn’t any people harassing me, but that doesn’t mean that I’m probably being regarded in a bad light by them, or that at I’m not ever prone of coming across them. I’d love to see them try me, especially if they’re gonna try and come across and check me as anonymous on my blog LMAOOO!!! When we don’t know what they’re doing behind their anon pick and they could be doing the “worst” than us and projecting their guilt upon us?

I know there’s been various debates and levels of feelings about what blogs on here should and should not post these past few days, but the bottom line is—we’re all here for the same reason, and debating about what’s morally right and wrong has gone on for months, now, and one thing is clear: these moral debates aren’t gonna free Luigi quicker in the way that we all want him to be freed. We really have to realize the purpose in doing some things right now, and what some things are even worth arguing about it—or worse, to the point of sending mfs death threats online.

I hope you’re protecting your peace just as much 🤍!!!

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I understand that not everyone is comfortable with real-person fanfiction, but I make sure to keep my stories respectful. They're just feel-good, fictional scenarios, like the kind you’d see in fictionalized movies or books about actual people. I don’t write anything inappropriate or harmful, so I don’t see an issue with it. SO please stop bringing negativity to my page. Let’s keep things positive and respect each other’s creative space. 🙏

You never know what someone else is going through, so the least we can do is show some BASIC respect. If you don’t like something, that’s fine, just MOVE ON. There’s no need to be rude or tear people down when something is HARMLESS. Like I said, this app is supposed to be a safe place for creativity, not a space for harassment. Let people enjoy what makes them happy without being a bitch about it. Seriously, and its not only fic creators, I've seen people hate on those who express their opinions and share information about the case. 😐

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A fic where reader has a nightmare and Luigi comforts her in the sweetest way. And he puts her to sleep 🥹.

IV. GOODNIGHT N GO, LUIGI MANGIONE

LUIGI X READER

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Summary: A nightmare wakes you up in the middle of the night, but Luigi is right there to hold you, comfort you, and lull you back to sleep.

You jolted awake, heart racing, breath coming in sharp gasps. The nightmare still clung to you like a shadow, its echoes making your hands tremble as you pushed the blanket off. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the bedside lamp Luigi always left on for you, just in case.

“Hey,” came his sleepy but immediately concerned voice. His warmth shifted beside you, and within seconds, his hand was on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Bad dream?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

Luigi sat up, instantly alert despite having been asleep moments ago. His fingers brushed your hair back, tucking a loose strand behind your ear as he searched your face. “Do you want to talk about it?” He caresses your cheek.

You shook your head. “Just… It felt too real.”

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His embrace was secure, grounding, and the rhythmic beat of his heart began to steady your breathing. “You’re safe,” he murmured against your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You clung to him, letting the warmth of his body chase away the last remnants of fear. “I hate when they feel that real,” you admitted.

“I know,” he soothed, his hand tracing slow, comforting patterns on your back. “Nightmares are just your brain’s way of processing things, but they can’t hurt you. And I won’t let them take your peace, okay?”

You nodded against his chest, your breathing finally even again. Luigi pulled away just enough to guide you back down onto the pillows, adjusting the blankets over you both. He stayed close, his fingers lightly trailing up and down your arm, a touch so soft it made your eyelids heavy.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” he asked quietly.

You smiled faintly, eyes half-lidded. “A bedtime story?”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Mhm. Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart?”

Your lips curved up, warmth blooming in your chest, not just from the adorable fact but from the way Luigi always knew how to make you feel safe. “That’s sweet.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand securely against his chest. “See? No drifting apart,” he murmured.

You sighed contentedly, the weight of sleep pulling you back under, but this time, it felt safe. As your breathing slowed, he whispered one last thing:

“Sweet dreams, love.”

As you drifted off, Lu stayed awake a little longer, watching the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand in slow, soothing strokes, as if silently promising to guard you from anything, nightmares included.

Just before sleep could fully take you, you felt the softest press of his lips against your forehead again, lingering for a moment longer this time.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely audible, like a secret meant just for you.

Even half-asleep, you squeezed his hand in response, a silent I love you too. Making him press a soft kiss on your shoulder, Luigi smiled against your skin, tucking you closer. And as he finally allowed himself to fall asleep, his arms stayed wrapped around you, keeping you safe, always.

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III. CUTENESS AGGRESSION, LUIGI MANGIONE

luigi getting cuteness aggression.

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LUIGI MANGIONE X READER

Luigi never really considered himself the type to experience cuteness aggression. He understood the science behind it, how the brain gets overwhelmed with positive emotions and counterbalances them with aggressive impulses, but he never thought it would apply to him.

Then he met you.

It started with little things. The way your nose scrunched when you laughed, the way you wiggled your fingers at him absentmindedly when you wanted to hold hands, the way you pouted ever so slightly when you were concentrating. But the real turning point was one night when you were sitting on the couch in his apartment, wearing one of his oversized sweaters, your hair a little messy from the long day, and you blinked up at him sleepily.

His brain short-circuited. His hands clenched at his sides. He had the overwhelming urge to just- squeeze you? Maybe squish your cheeks? Shake you a little like a plush toy? He wasn't sure, but it terrified him.

"Lu?" You looked at him, tilting your head.

He pressed his lips together and immediately looked away, his entire body tensing. He grabbed the book he had been reading and pretended to be deeply engrossed in it...upside down. He took a deep breath as if that would help him regain control. "It’s just- uh, you’re really cute right now. Unfairly cute."

You blinked again, confused but amused. "Are you okay?" You've never seen him this clumsy and nervous before.

"Experiencing cuteness aggression is a normal psychological response," he rambled, as if trying to excuse himself. "It's just that your existence is making my neurons misfire and- I want to squeeze you, but not in a weird way, I promise, and-"

At this point, you were laughing, and that only made it worse. He groaned, running a hand down his face before finally giving in and gently grabbing your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks just slightly.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered.

You grinned against his palms, eyes twinkling. "So you do wanna squish me?"

He sighed in defeat. "Yes. Yes, I do."

And that was how Luigi discovered that cuteness aggression was, in fact, a very real problem in his life when it came to you. Which is funny because you never thought it would be like this.

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𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝟑

(2,663 words)

part 1, part 2

summary:

luigi fell in love with you for those sparkling eyes where his dreams of falling in love first came true. but how did it happen?

𝗍𝗐: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

"So..." Luigi has his hand on yours, not wanting to leave.

The date, as he so confirmed, went wonderfully. The giggles were like butterflies filling the atmosphere while you noted the intensity of his stare in your eyes.

"Is this your go-to phrase when you're dumbfounded?" You smirk while still holding onto his hand. Luigi snickers in response.

"I'm smartfounded-" "That is SO fucking lame." You groan at his response, fake-disgusted at the cop-out answer he gave but he pulls back, both hands next to his head implying that he isn't guilty. You tilt your head back down, giving him a seriously? look that only made him happier.

"No, really. If I told you my resume I've got half the mind to say you'd be impressed." Luigi explains himself but two can play that game.

Especially since you want him to compliment you more.

"Yeah, but I bet you've never worked as hard your girl," you emphasize the your to which he raises his eyebrows, "doing everything with a cast on." You watch as his features soften impossibly more and you're thinking bingo.

"T-That's true." In fact, it isn't. Luigi remembers having to use crutches while preparing for the competition of a lifetime but honestly... he was willing to lie just to put you above himself.

It is an honest, selfless act.

You smile, happy that your little guilt-tripping line has worked its wonders before you remember your hangout with Ash. You check your phone and you already see a few texts.

Ash: heyyyy i miss u. i need to rant so bad istfg

Ash: Girl where tFFFF R yA i'm drunk and heartbro-Ken

You shake your head. This girl and her heartbreaks.

"Is everything alright?" Luigi cocks his head to the side, concerned about the expression on your face that changed so suddenly. You look up, immediately smiling and shaking your head.

"Oh, just a girl problem a friend of mine is having. I guess duty calls." You giggle and Luigi lets out a sigh before he stands up, extending his arm out.

"I'll walk back with you because it's getting dark and it's cold outside. Casts don't mesh too well with this...environment the universe has so cruelly subjected you to." You smile at his borderline philosophical monologue, throwing your head back in laughter and responding in equal vigor.

"Oh, whatever would I do without such a gentleman to guide me through the blazing waters of an Ivy League campus?" You stand up before he's already setting a hand on your waist and nuzzling his nose into your forehead.

"I guess we'll never know." Luigi responds and your heart soars. He couldn't give a better answer than that.

He knows it all too well.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

"Why did you get the injury in the first place?"

You and Luigi have been walking at a leisure pace for about 15 minutes, thankfully since you shot a message to Ash who was kind enough to understand, happy that you found yourself a date.

"It's such a long story but let's just say... heels, stairs, and ice. Put one and one and one together." You reply with a mock serious tone and Luigi groans, his arm around you tightening with a sense of protectiveness.

"I swear, I'll never understand the expectation women have to wear these stupid heels and dress up to look a certain way. Just use 15-in-1 body wash and call it a day." You turn around, slapping your hand over your mouth at how he managed to switch from being so sentimental to talking like, well, what you'd expect a guy to talk like.

"I'm impressed." You say, genuinely impressed.

"That's my goal." He replies.

You walked straight into that one.

"What was the event?" Luigi follows up and you find yourself half-surprised he even cares this much.

Your mind flutters away, picking out the pieces of the night.

"It was a sorority wide gala. I wasn't really up for it but my friends pushed me to come and somehow, the night ended with me regretting it altogether. I'm a homebody, honestly. I like keeping to myself and it's definitely on me for bending to the peer pressure." You respond, sighing at the stress of just thinking about the day that landed you with the case you have on now.

Luigi bends down, placing his lips on your temple for just a second before pulling off.

"If you ever need help, bambi, just remember I'm there for you." He stops but quickly adds a comment. "I wish I could've seen the dress you were in." You stare at his side-profile, wondering how his tone could change yet flow so flawlessly.

"Yeah." That's all you say, finding yourself lost in appreciating this man in his entirety.

"Yeah?" He stops walking and so do you, letting your fingers take the risk and reach over to grab his hand, pulling it closer towards your waist. He understand the assignment, gripping onto your hipbones before his other hand is drawing a line from the small of your back, up to your neck.

"Yeah." You repeat yourself, but this time, your voice is more breathy, hyper aware of the way he's touching you and staring into your eyes.

He looks dreamy, you think, the way he looks at you with not just a superficial sweep of his eyes, but as though he's looking into you, trying to grab at the pieces that make you whole and if possible, soothe and piece them together better than they just were.

Dreamy.

Unknowingly, you both start walking but the pace is even slower as you're lost in each others eyes, asking the question neither of your dared to utter.

Luigi is still looking at you but his breathing has picked up.

He's trying his very best to just take you home and drop you off but there's a pull coming from your eyes and goddamn calling you bambi didn't help him much because the purity and innocence behind that name was driving him insane.

He saw you through those lens too and somehow, it seemed to be enough for him because he barely knew you. Yet, he felt he'd known you for years and he could explain how exactly your soul and body were weaved into one.

You find your way to your dorm building, stopping in front and Luigi's lips immediately part.

"I need to kiss you." He says and you're taken aback, but the blush on your face and ever-so-slight present smile in your eyes tell him you want that too.

He comes a few inches closer while shaking his head, driving his fingers upwards and cupping your face. You take your own hands and place them overtop of his, enjoying the size difference.

"You have no clue, bambi. Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I have seen in this world. I don't care if someone showed me the world's largest diamond and held it up to the sunlight because I'd just have to turn around and look into your eyes and I'd see the light of millions of gems sparkling. I'd see galaxies valiantly painted into poems. I see so many things you don't and the more I stare into them, I-" He falters at the end and you're panting, processing the awe-inducing words that just fell from his lips that you really want to kiss.

"Luigi you- you-" You don't know what to say. That wasn't a normal compliment. It wasn't a usual compliment. Hell, it wasn't even a compliment.

That was a love letter that came straight from his adoration for you.

"What the fuck?" A sharp, broken voice cuts through the warm and giddy atmosphere that was hugging the two of you closer together. You both turn your head and you realize, it's Ash.

Your smile drops but picks up when you turn around and walk over to hug her, but in all her rage for reasons you still don't know, she pushes you back. And she pushes hard.

"You fucking BITCH!" Ash screams while you're falling back, thankful that Luigi has caught you from behind. "Ash what is wrong with you?!" Luigi raises his voice and snap at Ash, who is staring at you both in tears.

"Yeah, that's right. Let me ask YOU that." Ash is pointedly speaking to you and you're feeling tears crowding your vision.

"A-Ash I have no idea what's going on-" "You're sleeping with the guy I asked out to prom?" She interrupts your plead and your eyes go wide before you're looking at Luigi, who spares you a stare and goes back to visibly fuming at the sight of Ash in front of him.

"Get the fuck out of here Ash. You're the one who tried to pressure me into saying yes to your stupid proposal-" "Stupid? Stupid? You're trying to act like you didn't know what your friends were doing and it's your fault that I asked you Luigi!"

"STOP." You yell and watch both Ash and Luigi freeze in place.

"Ash, tell me what the fuck happened and please explain why it justified you pushing me to the ground when I have a cast on?" You put your hands on your hips, watching her eyes go wide when she realizes you have a cast. Her lips part as she stutters and explains herself.

"I-I asked Luigi out for homecoming and he said he didn't like me despite his friends making me think otherwise. I got embarrassed because he did it in front of everyone and I-I-" There's guilt written all over Ash's face and you catch it. Luigi opens his mouth but you shoot him a look, which he respects.

"Everyone who Ash?" You ask, starting to think Luigi was right.

"You know what I mean." Ash scowls lightly before continuing. "Cassidy, Rachel, our friends, and the entire hallway like-" Ash stops, waiting for you to respond.

"So you voluntarily asked him out when there were several people around and expected him to say yes and when he said no you got upset?" You asked, slightly accusatory in your tone and she nods. You then turn to Luigi.

"What did you say to her when you said no? I imagine you said more than just no, correct?" You ask Luigi and he nods, speaking his words confidently.

"I told her that I'm glad she felt comfortable enough to ask me, but that I didn't like her despite what my idiotic friends were making it seem like and that I'm sorry on their behalf, but I couldn't go out with her. I was truthful and I was respectful bam- I mean-" Luigi stops and it takes everything in you to bite back a smile. "I was respectful." Luigi ends his sentence and you hear Ash sharply exhaling.

"You still didn't explain why that justified you pushing me to the ground." You whip your head back to Ash, whose face is pale with guilt.

"I thought he would've told you. So I thought he did and I got upset you were still hanging out knowing he rejected me." Ash says, a streak of anger in her eyes when she remembers the rejection.

You shake your head in disappointment. Even if he had told her, you still would've spent time with him because it's true - Ash is in the wrong.

"You're still in the wrong Ash. He was respectful about it and you made it a bigger deal than it has to be." You finally say and Ash flexes her jaw, staring at you with contempt.

"Of course you think it's my fault. Here you are, all perfect and in order with your life when I'm trying to find my footing." You're taken aback, glancing at Luigi who raises his eyebrow, but doesn't look at you. "You're so perfect. Perfect grades perfect everything-"

"You have all that too, Ash." You cut her off, confused what her annoyance is about.

"Yeah well you know what you have and I don't? The ability to make men fold. Every man I bring back stares at your like you're a goddess and it irks me like hell. You're pretty you're perfect you're everything I want to be. I fucking hate you and don't think for a second I find you any less guilty." Ash's voice is dripping spite and jealousy, getting even worse as she watches your face change...none.

"Ash, you were my closest friend and I always looked up to your for the same exact reasons, but I never tried to make men look at me or give me attention or something. I'm always being myself and it seems like you are unable to do that, which explains your jealousy." Ash's face is still angry, but you can see her lips quivering.

"I don't care. I hate you." Ash says, trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I don't hate you Ash, but I certainly don't want to deal with your baggage. Get out of my face." You say calmly and Ash freezes before crying and walking away. You watch as she's stumbling over herself, remembering she was a bit drunk when she texted you.

Luigi finally lets out a breath and turns to face you.

"I'm proud of you standing up for yourself. You've got a clear head and a strong will bambi." Luigi smiles and you smile back at him.

"Stop, oh my god. Just telling the truth I guess. Thanks for catching me Lu." You let the nickname slip and Luigi gives you a mockingly smoldering look.

"I'm Lu now, bambina?" Your jaw drops.

'Wha-Wh-Where do you pull these from UGH!" You slap his arm before he's scooping you into his arms and in giggles and laughter, you agree.

You hand him your ID card which he scans, carrying you into the room where he sets you on your bed, paying special attention to your cast.

"When are you getting this off, bambi?" You've gotten used to the nickname now, simply answering his question.

"In a week or two. I'm bummer out because I'm going to look stupid at homecoming." You frown a bit but Luigi comes over, lightly setting his finger under your chin.

"I don't know if you'd want to come with me or not, but no matter what you choose, I'm telling you that your eyes, body, and smile make you the most stunning woman anyone will ever set their eyes on." He's leaned in now, speaking his words right over your lips and you find your hands on his t-shirt, clutching the fabric so tight your palms start to sweat.

"I-I-I-" "Need to go, bambina." Luigi pulls away and you gasp as he turns around at the door, shining a smile and walking out the door before you can say his name.

Part of your sags, shoulders falling since you thought he'd ask you out to homecoming, but the way he did it... if he really did, was frankly, underwhelming.

Was this just a fun thing for him? A date that he could brag to his friends about? But how could it be?

You're lost thinking about all the words he'd said and spun you around in ribbon with, trying to fight every urge that told you he was playing with your feelings. You bounce back on the bed before wincing.

Something sharp scratches your head and you turn around before seeing a small card, folded into two and now showing a few words inside. You frown, wondering where it came from.

The moment the card slides between your fingers, it feel thick and rich, making you wonder what was possible written on it.

bambi,

if you're willing to come to homecoming with me, keep an eye out for a package tomorrow before noon.

here's my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

~ luigi

Your heart flutters once again, all the doubts melting away as you pull the card close to your chest.

What did this boy have in mind?

~

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crying to this before sleeping 💋

𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝟏

(1,689 words)

summary:

luigi fell in love with you for those sparkling eyes where his dreams of falling in love first came true. but how did it happen?

𝗍𝗐: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was the fourth year of undergrad at the University of Pennsylvania. There were times when Luigi wished he'd gone to a regular university, where no-one would try to inflate their egos just because they were an Ivy-League-r. It was tiring when fake 'friends' tried to get close to him, only to ditch and snitch when they took what they wanted and left.

Sure, he made some good friends in the years he had spent at Penn, making and leading a few clubs and having a few reliable classmates, but overall, there was a sense of grounding he still hadn't gotten. There was no-one on campus who was down-to-earth the way he was. No-one shared his perspective.

That all changed when it came time for homecoming. Luigi was the star of his friend group and they were desperately trying to set him up with a Philosophy major who, on paper, would be his picture perfect match. She was fairly tall - a humble 5'5" - dirty blonde hair, slender legs and a toned body. She even had perfect grades with a beautiful capability to hold conversation that had meaning, perhaps explaining why she chose, pursued, and succeeded in a philosophy major.

They tried and tried all they could, but failed in making Luigi ask her out. Ash, everyone had called her, did have a huge crush on Luigi, feeling encouraged by how Luigi's friends always nudged her when he came around, but they were doing her an injustice. Things came to a head when she took it upon herself to ask him out for homecoming.

"Luigi?" A soft voice comes up behind Luigi, who turns around, stopping his work on the wall. He was hanging up papers for UPGRADE, encouraging everyone to scan the QR code to register for the first meeting. His tense shoulders relax, but confusion immediately covers his face when he sees not only Ash, but her entire group of friends giggling behind her.

Ash's face is covered in blush, her eyes giving away how nervous she is. Luigi gives a small smile, stepping down from the ladder before repeating her name back.

"What's up Ash?" Luigi speaks with a steady tone, mind scattered across having to deal with the club and unable to focus on Ash entirely, but still caring about what she has to say.

"I-I- was wondering um-" Ash gulps and Luigi is clueless, wondering if she's okay. He watches her friends push her lightly whispering in her ear. She stops moving around and finally straightens her back, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I was wondering i-if you wanted to go to homecoming with me." Ash finally gets the words out and her friends freeze, staring at Luigi to see what his answer is.

Luigi internally slaps himself - how could he not realize why they were laughing and screwing around with Ash? Of course it was about homecoming and for a second, he felt anger flare up. It was convenient to catch him in the middle of a busy hallway and come with an entire group because the pressure to say yes was tenfold now and it was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Luigi stares at an unsure Ash, who seems to have her hopes increased after proposing the deal to him. The rational part of him is screaming to say yes and later talk to her in private, but he couldn't. He didn't like Ash because yeah, she was great at holding conversations and she was conventionally attractive, but he never clicked with her. In the few times he had gotten time alone with her, she came across as...boring. She was knowledgeable but gah-- something didn't click. Maybe it was the nuances in how her ego showed and how shallowness presented itself. It was tiring, typical, you know?

Luigi wasn't a pawn; he didn't want to be played and for that reason, he goes against that urge and tells the truth.

"Ash," Luigi starts talking but freezes upon seeing her friend huddle in closer. His smile slowly disappears as he's shaking his head.

"I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to ask me, but I'm going to decline that offer. I'm sorry if my friends have led you on in thinking I like you, but that's not true. I've been keeping to myself in this time and I-I just can't do it." Luigi finishes talking and doesn't know whether the ground or wall would swallow him whole, because he sees Ash getting tears in her eyes while her friends gawked, faces transforming into disgust.

Soon enough, Ash's face followed suit.

"You," she points a finger in his face before talking. "Rejected me in front of everyone? What kind of a guy are you?" Her anger is obvious but Luigi's face becomes neutral. What else did he expect?

"You're the one who came up to me when the hallway is busy and you brought your triage with you. Not my fault. Your attempt to pressure me into saying yes didn't work. I'm not apologizing for say no. Only if my friends have led you to believe something that isn't true." Luigi finishes talking before realizing the hallway he thought was bustling away was frozen and holding up countless phones in his face.

Oh no.

Ash lets out a sob before cursing him out and walking away, her girls comforting her and leaving Luigi forced to feel bad since everyone decided to stare at him silently and add in their two cents by giving blank or angry expressions.

He didn't have time for this.

"What are you guys looking at? Fuck off!" Luigi shouts and people seem to snap, muttering words as their phones lower and everyone starts walking off, still giving glances. Luigi returns to his tasks from before, stapling the papers into the wall for the next ten or so minutes. He feels relieved once the hallway is buzzing again as usual, taking solace in the monotony of his task.

But life just has to ruin that, doesn't it?

Luigi is about to lift his head up and staple the last paper before the short stool beneath him shakes, and eventually, leading him to lose his grip. The wall is smooth and it takes less than a second for him to realize he's going straight down to the ground.

He yelps, trying to keep himself upright but fails, falling over and groaning as soon as he hits the ground, except...

he feels something soft underneath his head.

Luigi looks up, facing the wall before looking to the side and beneath him to see a soft, faux fur backpack placed under his head, perfectly set to stop his head from hitting the ground. He looks up and sees the last poster, ripped into two halves making him nearly tear his hair out. He grabs the bag before scrunching it in his palm and talking.

"Who. The. Fuc-" Luigi's eyes are closed before he turns around to open them, ready to shout at whoever is looking at him before he freezes.

That's when he meets you, or your eyes, more specifically. There you are, biting your finger and looking at him with ridiculously glossy eyes stuttering out apologies and threatening to cry if he even says a word.

"I'm s-so sorry I didn't check where I was looking 'n I had a terrible day and I-I-I-" You're over your own head, afraid of his reaction and worried something had happened to him. You didn't kill him. You saved him and it wasn't your fault people were shoving you around even after they saw your cast on your left leg.

Luigi's eyes flicker down to your cast and back up to your eyes before he gently sets the bag down, walking towards you.

"Hey." He speaks softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look up at him. The tears have already streamed down your face and he gasps, taking in how beautiful your eyes look.

They're shaped like adorable almonds, widening at any shift in movement yet sparkling with so much emotion and fear. The brown hue looks stunning with a docile sun ray shooting right through them; Luigi has to gulp and shake his head before he speaks.

Instinctively, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your head into his embrace. You follow suit, snuggling into his arms.

"I'm so sorry I swear." You say, another tiny sob escaping you before he pulls back, shaking his head.

"Stop. I'm alive and you saved my life with your bag. I didn't see your cast. I'm sorry for getting so mad." Luigi says, running his hand down your back before letting go. You nod quietly, sniffling after you hear his words.

Luigi's heart is leaping out his chest, desperate to just grab your face and kiss those fat drops off of your face. But he can't.

"Listen, how about I make this up to you? Cafe Amore, 3pm. Tomorrow works?" Luigi asks, tilting his head down to catch your reaction. You look up with a gentle smile while wiping away at your tears.

"R-Really?" You ask and Luigi nods, prompting the previous anxiety to melt away and you let your arms drop to your side.

"Okay. Okay. Deal." You say and Luigi's smile widens impossibly more, nodding his head as he turns around but stops. You, getting ready to leave, also stop.

"Do you uh-" Luigi clears his throat, clearly blushing now. "Do you need help getting to class or- or wherever you're going?" You smile, feeling warm at his soothing voice and kind gesture, but you shake your head.

"No. I'm alright..." You pause. What's his name?

"Luigi." He fills it in and you nod, sniffling before you talk.

"I'm alright Luigi. I'll see you tomorrow." You giggle before walking away, limping with ease on your cast. Luigi watches from afar, his heartstrings breaking into two every time he watched you take a step on the same cast. He turns his head away, lightly placing his forehead against the wall.

He just fell in love and your eyes did the trick.

~

@cherrysolo and @luigis-wetdream (whoever the anon was that requested a bambi eyed reader, please tell them somehow a fic is being written for 'em bc idk who they are to tag them!!)

[astvluig]

needy luigi.

II. LUIGI MANGIONE X READER

The first thing you notice is the way Luigi keeps glancing at you. It’s subtle at first—a quick flicker of his eyes over the top of his book, the way his fingers fidget with the corner of the page without actually turning it. But after the third sigh in five minutes, you can’t ignore it anymore.

You lower your own book, tilting your head. "Lu, something on your mind?"

He doesn't answer immediately, just presses his lips together like he's debating something. Then, with another sigh, he shuffles toward you, dropping onto the couch beside you in an uncharacteristically clumsy manner. His head falls onto your shoulder, his long legs curling up against yours.

"You've been reading that for a while," he murmurs, voice slightly muffled against your shirt.

You smile, sliding a hand into his curls, gently combing your fingers through them. "I thought you’d appreciate that."

"I do," he admits, nuzzling closer. "But... I think I’d appreciate your attention more right now." He stays silent for a moment. "I just… I feel like I haven’t really been with you today," he admits, his voice quiet, like he’s unsure if it’s okay to say it out loud. His fingers twitch against his book, but he doesn’t seem interested in reading anymore.

Your heart softens. "I’m right here, Lu," you murmur, reaching over to gently tug the book from his grasp and set it aside. His hands, now free, immediately reach for you, fingers ghosting over your wrist before fully wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath all day, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "I know. I just… I had a rough day, and usually, I can push through it, but right now, I just need you." His voice is raw, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache.

You wrap your arms around him without hesitation, threading your fingers through his curls. "I’ve got you," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I’m not going anywhere."

His hold on you tightens. "Good," he breathes. "Because I don’t want to let go just yet."

[astvluig]

🙏🙏

don’t wake me from my peaceful slumber until that becomes a real headline.

nighty night, don’t let the bed bugs bite 😴🎀

[astvluig]

GIRL DAD! LUIGI MANGIONE

disclaimer - english is not my first language, so please HAVE MERCY. 😔

here are some thoughts that roam in my head at night, i hope you like them!! <3

✧.* Luigi is a naturally kind and patient father. From the moment his daughter is born, he is completely captivated by her. He speaks to her in a soft, almost melodic voice, hoping she feels his calming presence. He wants to share everything he knows with her.

✧.* During labor, he couldn’t hold back his tears, overwhelmed by seeing you in pain. And when he held his daughter for the first time, pure happiness washed over him. His voice remained gentle and reassuring as he spoke to her, still unsure how to process the immense love he felt.

✧.* She is his little princess, and while he won’t spoil her without limits, he will do his best to fulfill her wishes. When she has her own room but insists on “sleepovers” with you both, he’ll find a way to convince you—especially if you're exhausted bc of work—promising a well-earned reward in return.

✧.* As she grows, Luigi takes pride in every small thing: her first word, her first step, and especially when she begins sharing his interests. He becomes a patient teacher, guiding her at her own pace and encouraging her without pressure.

✧.* Luigi values deep conversations with his daughter. Once she's grown, they often stay up late discussing everything from literature to relationships, and he is amazed by her perceptiveness. Even when they disagree, he respects her opinions, appreciating the way her mind works.

✧.* From an early age, he nurtures her curiosity, introducing her to books, puzzles, and fascinating facts. He encourages her to ask questions, no matter how complex, and delights in explaining things in a way she can understand. Her intellect makes him incredibly proud.

✧.* As she enters her teenage years, Luigi’s protective instincts intensify. He keeps a close eye on who she spends time with and where she goes, though he strives to balance his concern with trust in her growing independence.

✧.* When someone takes an interest in his daughter, his protective side becomes more evident. He remains calm, never openly intimidating, but his watchful gaze is enough to make any suitor tread carefully. He doesn’t need to be stern—his quiet assessment says enough.

✧.* Even when their relationship becomes more complicated during her teenage years, Luigi’s love for his daughter never wavers. He still offers advice (sometimes unsolicited), but there is an unspoken understanding between them. No matter how much she grows, she will always be his little girl.