luigifan1998

[luigifan1998]

its beyond embarrassing how some of you act like this is love island lotto and youre putting in your bets to get picked by the guy whos likely going to spend his life behind bars. and for what. literally for what

Finally mailed my letter to Luigi today. As per my friend’s suggestion, I spritzed a little of my favorite perfume on it. :P

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tonight we are all eagles fans

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Hey girl! I’ve written to him twice! The first was just me talking about how I support him, why Ive written him, and my life. We’re both 26, went to private school, have a master’s degree, have a chronic illness, and love fitness, reading, and travel. We also both hate consumerism, excessive screen time, and soul-sucking routine. I talked about how post-grad is a hard time that’s lonely. Like him, I think I’m neurodivergent but didn’t get diagnosed so I get everything that he has said or has been said about him feeling different, because I’ve always felt that way but could still fit in and seem super social. I told him I read the What’s Our Problem Book and loved it! I ended by asking him to tell me about a favourite memory of his and asked him to tell me what it looked, smelled, sounded, and felt like. In my second letter I told him what I was up to in January. I talked about hanging out with friends, my Christmas break, what’s happening in the world (I told him ab the TT ban and Musk’s salute lol), the books I’ve read that month, and some of it just turned into a little ranting about problems in the world. I ended with some quotes from my favourite books from the month. And I gave him the tea on my sister’s new boyfriend lol. Oh, and I told him about a concept in a book I loved that I think would help him mentally rn. I almost forgot but I asked about the plunger story lol. My hope is that it’s a distraction for him and that maybe it’s a bit interesting to hear from someone who is similar to him!

this is soooo cute i love! im sure he will enjoy reading what you have to say, you seem so likeminded and thoughtful. prayers we get to the bottom of the plunger story someday

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hi! I wrote lm a letter talking about my New Year’s resolutions! I also just talked about life,pretty boring stuff which now looking back I’m kind of cringing and hoping he does not read my letter lol. I sent mine 1.6 and it will probably be the only one i send🫨

thats sweet of you! if i decide to send one im sure i will also look back in embarrassment and worry about the possibility of him reading whatever im on about

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if you guys have written lu will you send asks talking about your letters pretty please. im nosey and need to satiate my curiosity

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thinking about learning italian for lu. its the primary language you speak to each other in while youre alone so you can progress but when you get into an argument with him youre flustered and saying the wrong words so he stops you to correct you and hes smiling the entire time like he just won

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Luigi Mangione's steam page. His most played games were PUBG, Terraria, Rocket League and Civ VI.

His most recent games from summer 2024 were PUBG, Orwell, and Spelunky 2. He last played on July 8th.

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My Luigi thoughts are all up there with my Catholic guilt and the freaky stuff one shelf over. The first ask had me thinking strategically about fleabag, but it’s you and Luigi. The angst and scandal of it all, yearning, guilt, but you end up fucking maaaany times. I’m talking filthy, empty church at midnight, after confessing, making it a habit to see each other every night and after it’s all said and done the inescapable guilt. But he ends up leaving that life for you anyways

Hurt me with it please <3

please this is too good. i havent seen fleabag (i know) but im a fan of any religious imagery that balances its conflating moral coding with heavily repressed sexual vibes

imagining the the "i love you" "itll pass" moment happening shortly before he goes missing is making me thrash around

i do think lu is instinctually hungry for something, much like those within the church are. working behind the scenes for some grand revelation to make it all worth it. romance seemed to be missing from his life. i dont know what internal or external factors contributed to this divot in fulfillment, but there are markers that he desired female companionship within his online footprint. obsessive love would suit him. he is so steadfast and confident, a relationship that careens into morbidity is something im obsessed with thinking about him experiencing

i wish i could peer into his brain for just a night. i want to know how how his practicing family has influenced how he processes want and shame

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Hey idk where u manifested from but i love ur blog and i love u. Ur writing for wife hc’s left me devastated, 1,000% agree with all of it. That man is a fucking mess who wants to crawl under ur skin and it’s so sexy.

Thought I’d love for you to entertain: College Lu pining over u, the prettiest girl in one of his lecture hall classes. Him being so pathetically down bad for you he’s stalking ur social media desperately to find out more about u as a person, trying to see what direction ur off to after class, looking for u all around campus. Not knowing ur going insane doing the exact same thing in regards to him, because i am also willing to die on the hill that this man NEEDS to feel intoxicated off a mysterious gorgeous deviant mentally ill girl he’s plotting to speak to any day now.

this is so sweeeeet smooches you

you get the vision. growing up in such a prestigious family, an italian one at that, has instilled a fatal flaw within him. hes a morbid longer. source: trust me

morbidly longing for something he cannot find, did not find in high school, failed to access in college, could not obtain in maryland, hawaii, japan. hes soooo "its not a metaphor, this ache". much of his life has been about perfection and following rigid societal practices. he wants something disgusting and consuming and nauseatingly complex. my sweet im your man by mitski boy

in regards to the second part, his infatuation for you is anything but cathartic. hes losing sleep, losing focus. he cannot string a coherent thought together, much less engage in banter with his social circle. he pulls back and into the recesses of his mind that allow the perverse nature of his adoration to overtake him. his friends are relieved, assuming hes finally succumbed to the exhaustion from making himself available to everyone. theyre happy he can find rest. they dont know that the nauseating and near animalistic drive to check your internet presence is something hes sodden with shame over. he feels like a fraud for writing about the importance of divorcing ones self from the modern cellular device. despite it, the practice of poised fingers as to not alert you of his invisible attendance is something his resilience in the protest of social media has become soft to. knowing its wrong, pathetic, inappropriate, he feels like he has to punish himself in some way. in the ever-rare moments he finds himself alone, he touches himself and he doesn't allow for completion. invites the pressure build within, increased sensitivity and a gnawing desperation for release. he doesnt let himself be reduced to the inability to control himself from spilling into his cupped hand and down his cotton briefs until hes seen you in real life. a gift to himself. walking to class, talking to a mutual friend, swaying back and forth as you wait in line in the dining hall. this reverence is not sustainable without more give, and he is wearing like loved linens

hiding the way you feel for him is, in many ways, easier. you escape into buildings for majors you have never heard of when you spot him walking in your direction. you cherish the blessing of being able to use your hair as a curtain in which to protect yourself from the prospect of being perceived when in close proximity to him through your mutual friends congregating sporadically throughout the campus. you blame various ailments for reasons as to why you cannot go to gatherings you had previously agreed to attending. its heavy, this curse of needing. you want to drop to your knees and crawl to him, taking his fingers into your mouth and letting the love-conditional curse break, but you dont. cant. wont let it. it feels too good to have this private affliction be something you own. darkness on a leash, locked into a tower only you have access to. when nobody knows how you feel, not even him, he can be yours

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just wrote so much back to an anon and it got deleted randomly as my app crashed im beyond devastateddddd

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luigi x wife!reader headcanons. can be set before or after he went mia

right right right. married lu. throws myself on the floor

for the sake of length ill keep this to before he dropped off the face of the earth but ive written a memo to write about the after in a separate post soon

my personal biases might get in the way of this because i am unwell and genuinely think he is in desperate need of someone whos up at 3 am fighting a manifestation of their own hubris in their bed. he needs someone that experiences romantic delirium and is convinced her dreams tell her stories of the two of them from thousands of years ago. a girl thats considered showing up to a convent and who has a favorite saint. a rotten girl who wants to eat a piece of his birth certificate. this is so crucial to me unfortunately

that being said. its my belief that lu is saccharine, something he didnt know until you came along and peeled the wallpaper off his psyche. the way his customary sweetness unravels itself is sickly and all enveloping. hes the neediest boy in the world, forever coming to you with quiet infirmity. he drapes himself over you whenever he can, always saying how you were made to hold him. his incessant appetite for affection didnt ease with marriage. he plays with your ringed finger absentmindedly. presses his lips against it, not registering the habit

he would think of marriage early on in the relationship, unreachable to the anxious expressions of others when he'd say hes going to marry you weeks into dating. when he decided this, he paced back and forth in his bedroom, hardly able to focus long enough to tell the time before seeking his mom out to tell her. it all came out in one big prosaic wave. she thought he sounded like a child but his cheeks were flushed and his heart is so painfully stitched onto his sleeve in regards to you. he doesnt press the idea of the union but he likes to tell you how hes going to make you his wife during random moments. when youre eating. when you make him laugh. when hes fucking you

i can see lu trying and failing to preserve going all the way when you mess around once youve accepted his proposal. the engagement would be long. he is so busy and so wanted by everyone around him, but the novelty of you being his fiancé would wear off after the first couple of months. he wants to fuck his wife, not his girlfriend. he wants the sanctimony of marriage to wrap around the two of you when hes inside. the vow acts as a spectator in the bedroom, and he needs it. needs you to be his and only his under a holy decree. he calls you his bride and his little wife

in my heart of hearts....... i know lu would want to propose in the most cheesy way ever. his sister behind foliage, filming the whole thing. balloons. one knee. the rest of your family nearby. the video would be uploaded onto instagram, people you havent ever met commenting with what a beautiful couple the two of you make. but i think the right girl could pavlov him into asking in a whisper under the soft cotton of a bedsheet. face kisses and crying and pleading for the rest of your life to belong to him in some capacity. he cant live without this

the ring would be beautiful and heavy with weight and the diamond would be absurdly large. he'll never let onto the price, just like hes been doing with the checks at each restaurant youve been to together since your first date. bastard. whats next? steak tartare at the reception? he starts biting you each time you deny being able to accept such an insane piece of jewelry

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hi i'm the anon that you responded to first and i just wanted to say that you KILLED it. love ya and hope you have an amazing day!!!

my shayla thank you MUAAAHHHH

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turns out im slow at answering things BUT im in the middle of my big lu fic that im trying to get out before his new court date

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here's an ask for you :)

luigi teaching you how to cook his favorite italian dish! it'd be super cute and romantic and he'd do that little lip pout thing he does because he's so focused

ahhhh this is so cute. love that my first ask wasnt about hardcore nasty sex LOL

he would absolutely be the one to gather everything the recipe requires. it matters to him to get ingredients that only he would know of, things that hes seen in his mother and grandmothers cupboards since childhood. things he has to go to hole-in-the-wall stores for, with shopkeepers hes familiar with. employees that greet him by name and ask how hes doing, how his family is doing. to him, this is part of the love that goes into making a nurturing meal

thinking about his little pout is killing me im going to squish his cheeks telekinetically through the concrete and steal bars wahhhhh but he wouldnt even know how often he does actually pout, soft lips falling downward at the corners, making him resemble that boy in the photos lining his parents foyer as opposed to the ones youd find on his many, many friends social media pages. you wouldnt even want to tell him about his proclivity for the childlike habit because that could interfere with how often he allows you to witness him at ease. he does it in his sleep too, though only when hes exhausted which is more often than not

he would get carried away in explaining the methods hes using to make the pasta itself, the sauce, all while talking about the women in his family with a reverence that would make you feel like hiding behind your hair. slipping into aphorisms and using lovely words in a language you cannot understand. his tanned fingers look softer as they work dough than when hes with the more unforgiving materials he is usually surrounded by. you'd call his hands beautiful while leaning too far over the counter, studying him in opposition to what hes trying to teach you. he would get so flustered, so boyish, unable to make eye contact. he'd just smile and shake his head before sliding behind you to guide you into understanding what he wants you to know. he doesnt have to try to be romantic, he simply is

also im impossibly upset over his selective shyness. one trillion heart breaking emojis

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not sure what to tag this as but. will someone leave me lu asks to answer when i wake up. kisses you sloppy style