#@lu ur writing

[crazylittlejester]

yknow those scenes in movies where something horrific and awful just happened to a character and the audio is cut so it’s dead silent (except maybe some soft music in the back) and you just see a character close to them screaming in absolute agony but you can’t hear anything at all because there is just absolutely nothing they can do to fix the situation, and they know it, and it’s ripping them apart from the inside out and it feels as though something has just broken and can never be repaired again, and you as the viewer can just feel something shatter deep in your bones?

^^^this but time and wars

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

something interesting i noticed about liu bang’s behaviour is that he is never physically violent with lu zhi. never threatens her. doesnt even raise his voice. he doesnt need to. society is the coercive force keeping lu zhi totally shackled and obedient to him. he benefits from this power dynamic without ever needing conscious thought or action. its been on my mind for a while but i couldn’t articulate it. whats more, it makes his pretensions of being a ‘hen pecked’ husband so difficult to stomach. maybe he does it out of a subconscious feeling of guilt. pretending to defer to her (when convenient) to assuage his own guilt that this relationship is built on a one-sided power dynamic. he’s manufacturing a world where he can pretend his wife is capable of consent and agency. And what can lu zhi do except pick up her script and recite her lines?

[illegiblehandwriting1]

put simply,

We are the ghosts under the floorboards We are the voices in his head We are the whistles of the treetops And the creaks around his bed

We are the shadows in the closet And the eyes along the hall We are the broken friends and family who all scream and shout and call

We are the memories of long ago the terrors of the night We are the footsteps no one left at all We are the reason that he fights

We can measure hugs and words of care We line up shining lives We haunt our blorbo evermore We choose if he survives

[urhoneycombwitch]

miss you all 💖

[viasdiary]

actual freaky req😓 i cant stop thinking ab luigi being a camp counselor. i was wondering if u can make a smutty long fic ab u being a counselor too or smn on the camp wtv and having a crush on him and he has to like walk u to ur cabin one night and it gets freaky and u guys like gotta be quiet.?!? idk i feel like i need it #ovulation😭

i lowkey freestyled so this is hardly porn with plot, it's just like pure smut 😭 this request was great though i loved writing it

☆ worth the wait (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, overstim, teasing

☆ word count: 2.9k

you weren’t sure when it had started. maybe it was when he first smiled at you during the camp orientation, that wide grin that somehow made you feel like the only person in the room. or maybe it was the way his eyes would occasionally flicker toward you, like he couldn’t quite help himself. his attention always seemed just a little more intense, a little more personal than what you had grown used to.

he was beautiful. you’d felt that way since the first time you’d laid eyes on him. his soft dark curls, the two freckles delicately placed on each side of his perfect smile, his strong nose bridge, his sharp jawline - you’d been studying every single detail about him this past summer, and sometimes if you looked close enough, you’d see him studying you too.

he wasn’t overt about it — luigi wasn’t the type to make his interest obvious. but you saw right through him. you felt the way his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary when your paths crossed. little things, like the way his eyes moved slowly over your face before dropping lower, tracking the way your shirt clung to your body, damp from the heat.

it was torturous, seeing him, being near him, but never having him. you’d stare at his strong arms, his broad shoulders, wondering what holding him would feel like. your attraction bordered obsession, and as the camp came to an end, you wondered if you’d ever have him — or even be able to tell him how you felt.

you glance over at him, standing near the door of the main cabin, hands in his pockets, chatting with a couple of other campers. he has that same relaxed look on his face.

"hey, lu" you say when you reach him, barely loud enough to be heard over the clatter of voices in the background.

he turns, that easy smile spreading across his face. 

"hey," he replies, voice low. "what’s up?"

you shrug, trying to stop the smile that’s tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"nothing. just thought i should let you know i’m about to turn in for the night."

his brow furrows for a moment, like he’s weighing your words. his eyes flicker over your face, then back to the group of campers, but he doesn’t look away. something shifts between you, a quiet understanding. he pushes off from the doorframe, moving closer.

"it’s kinda early," he says, his voice dropping lower. "you sure?" he asks.

you meet his eyes, the tension hanging heavy between you. 

"yeah, but i… i could use a little company before i do." you hint, a slight chuckle escaping your mouth.

his smile widens just a little, eyes darkening as he looks you over.

"company, huh?" his gaze flickers briefly down to the ground and then back up to meet your eyes.  "and what kind of company do you have in mind?"

you can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine. you give him another look—a silent invitation. you take a slow step toward him, until you’re standing just a little too close, so close you can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint trace of his cologne. your heart beats faster, and when you glance up at him, you can see the way his breath catches. he doesn’t move away.

“i think you know,” you say softly. "just... come with me." the words come out quieter this time. you can feel your pulse racing, but you don’t back down. not now.

he’s quiet for a moment, studying your face like he’s trying to make sure this isn’t just some game. he’s so close now, the tension between you both so thick you can barely breathe. then, finally, he nods, his lips curving into something far more knowing.

"well, alright," he says grinning. "lead the way."

you don’t waste another second. you turn, walking quickly toward the small cabin where you’ve been staying, his footsteps following closely behind you.

when you reach the door, you pause, hand on the knob. you push the door open, stepping over the threshold, and taking a seat on the bed. luigi trails behind you, closing the door and taking a seat next to you. you turn to face him, your chest tight with anticipation. his brown eyes are locked on yours, following every movement you make, and for a moment, neither of you says a word.

"so," you start, your voice trembling a little as you try to make yourself steady. "i’ve been thinking about this for a while." 

he seems so amused at how flustered you are. he moves a bit closer, his hand reaching for your arm. 

"yeah?" his lips brush lightly against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "and what exactly have you been thinkin’ about?"

you can’t hold it in anymore. you need him—need the weight of his body, the feel of him close to you. you lean forward into his space, your body practically magnetized to his. his chest is warm under your palm, his body so solid, so real. your breath catches in your throat as you look at him.

“i’ve wanted this… you… for so long.” you whisper the words, and they hang in the air as you look at him.

A slight grin spreads across luigi’s face, his gaze softening as he leans in closer. 

"should've told me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "i've been wanting you too. been thinking about it every single day."

"show me," you breathe, barely audible.

that's all it takes. luigi closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. his hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. you respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his soft curls, your body pressing against his. 

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more - passionate, desperate, filled with months of pent-up longing.

Luigi's hands roam your body. he breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. you gasp as he finds a sensitive spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"god, you're so cute," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "i've wanted to do this for so long."

you pull him back up for another searing kiss, reveling in the weight of his body on top of yours. your hands slip under his shirt, exploring the taut muscles of his back. luigi groans into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

“fuck, we could’ve been doing this all summer.” he says, breaking the kiss.

you can't help but smile against his lips at that thought. "well," you whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, "we'll just have to make up for lost time."

he chuckles softly as he captures your lips once more. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. you gasp at the contact, feeling him pressing against you.

"this okay?" he murmurs, his lips trailing along your jawline.

"more than okay," you breathe , arching into his touch. "please, luigi. i need you."

he doesn't need to be told twice. with deft fingers, he begins unbuttoning your shirt, his lips following the path of newly exposed skin. you shiver under his ministrations, your own hands fumbling with the hem of his, lifting it and running your hands across his body, feeling his abs and the broad expanse of his chest.

“like what you see?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” you say, giggling.

you can't stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips as his bare skin presses against yours. he kisses you again, his hands making quick work of your jeans. your hands slide down his chest, pausing briefly at the waistband of his shorts, before slipping them down and taking his thick cock in your hand. he groans as you stroke him, his hips rocking into your hand.

"you're driving me fuckin’ crazy," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip.

"that's the point," you reply, a breathless laugh escaping you.

“you’re so good at this,”

“just for you, lu” you say, chuckling softly

"you look so fuckin' beautiful right now" he says, his voice low and husky.

he helps you out of your pants, his hands tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts. your body melts under his touch, heat pooling between your thighs. you've never wanted anyone more than this. 

he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, spreading them apart as his lips move down to your collarbone.

your breath catches as his fingers tease the edge of your panties, slipping underneath and brushing against your clit. he chuckles against your skin as he feels how wet you are.

"mmm, someone's eager," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

you bite back a whimper as he rubs slow circles against your clit his other hand cups your breast, his thumb teasing the peak of your nipple. you arch into his touch, desperate for more.

“looks like you’re just as worked up as i am,” you reply, grinning.

“you’re so tight around my fingers,” he says softly

"luigi, please," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. "i need you."

"patience, sweetheart." he says, moving down your body and placing his face between your thighs.

you can't help but groan in anticipation. he's so close, his breath hot against your skin. you can't wait any longer. you wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer.

he doesn't hesitate. his tongue traces the length of your slit, circling your clit before plunging into you. you gasp as he licks and sucks at you, pleasure washing over your body. you writhe under his touch, his fingers moving just right as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"how's that feel?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look up at you.

"so fuckin' good," you groan, your fingers threading through his hair. "don't stop."

he continues, his tongue moving faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to release. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grasping at his shoulders as the pressure builds. you can't hold on any longer. you come undone, your body shuddering with pleasure.

he holds you close, murmuring praise and reassurance as you come down from your high.

"you did so good for me," he says, kissing his way back up your body.

you lean in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you reach for his cock again, stroking him slowly. he groans into your mouth, his hips rocking against your hand.

"fuck, sweetheart," he mutters, his hands gripping your waist.

"let me return the favor," you whisper, rolling him onto his back.

you run your hands along his bare thighs before taking him in your mouth, licking and sucking his length. he groans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you can't get enough of him, his taste, the way he feels against your tongue. you want to give him everything he's given you, bring him the same pleasure he's brought you.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

you continue working his length, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat. he moans, his hands moving to your hair.

"jesus, you're amazing," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "just like that."

you move faster, feeling his control start to slip. his grip tightens on your hair, his hips thrusting harder. you can tell he's close, and you double down, working him with your mouth and hand until he's shuddering, spilling into your mouth.

you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes. he's panting, his eyes dark as he gazes down at you.

"y'know how many times i've thought about you goin' down on me like that?” he asks, breathlessly chuckling.

you smile, licking your lips. "as many times as i've thought about it, probably."

he pulls you back up to his mouth, kissing you deeply. you lose yourself in the feeling of his lips, his tongue, the way his hands roam your body. he rolls you over, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

his cock hardens against you, pressing against your inner thigh. you gasp, breaking the kiss

"you have no idea how much i've fuckin' wanted this" you say softly.

he kisses down your neck, his lips trailing across your collarbone. his hand slides between your legs, his fingers brushing against your dripping entrance.

“oh, i think i’ve got a pretty good idea,” he teases, his eyes fixed on the mess you’re making on his fingers.

"you’re so wet for me," he whispers, pushing a finger into you.

"i've been thinking about this since the moment i met you," you moan, arching against him.

"tell me how much you've wanted me," he says, adding another finger.

"so much, luigi," you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

"you've got me now." he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit.

the pleasure builds quickly, the sensation of his fingers inside you coupled with the friction of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge. you finish with a soft moan, your body trembling as he works you through it.

he's relentless, his fingers continuing their ministrations even as you come down from your orgasm. he presses his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips, his breath hot on your skin.

"i wanna feel you," you moan, desperate for more.

"tell me how bad."

"bad," you pant, gripping his arm.

"hm? how bad, sweetheart?" he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

"so fucking bad," you groan, feeling him push into you.

he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you cry out, the feeling almost too much to bear. he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, his hips snapping against yours. you match his pace, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you hard.

"that's it, baby, just like that," he groans, his hands gripping your hips.

your thighs shake as he pounds into you, pleasure building with every thrust. you cling to him, your fingers tangling in his curls, holding him close. he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“you’re being so rough,” you whine.

“i know, sweetheart, i know” he coos

“you fuckin’ wanted this though, you gotta take it,” he says, smiling against your skin

“it’s too much,” you gasp.

“i’m trying my best to be gentle, baby,” he says, chuckling softly.

his pace is relentless as his hips slam against yours, your grip on his shoulders driving him insane as he fucks deep into you.

“i can’t take it, lu” you cry.

“you asked for this. shut the fuck up and take it,” he grunts. clearly he’s abandoned any intentions of being gentle with you.

"you're so fuckin’ tight around me, sweetheart" he whispers softly, grabbing your hand to hold it, interlocking his fingers with yours.

"you feel even better than i'd imagined" he says, his voice rough and low. you moan in response, unable to form words as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"that's it," he groans, his hips bucking into yours. "cum for me."

you don't last long after that. you cry out, the sound muffled by his shoulder as you shudder, your orgasm hitting hard and fast. luigi's not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses on top of you.

he presses his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

you smile, tracing patterns on his back as he catches his breath. he looks down at you, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"was that worth the wait?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you laugh, leaning up for a kiss. 

"we've still got all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, kissing you deeply.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

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-well!

-another shitty ending who would have thought

^u would think after *counts on fingers* 28 (JESUS CHRIST???) smaus i would be better at ending them but alas.

-ANYWAY DESPITE THAT I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED THIS SMAU!!! ALL UR SUPPORT N INTERACTIONS ALWAYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND MOTIVATE ME TO KEEP WRITING FOR U GUYS I LOVE ALL OF U KITTENS SM U MAKE BEING ON TUMBLR N POSTING SUCH A GOOD EXPERIENCE ILY!!! I HOPE U STICK AROUND FOR THE NEXT SMAU!!! which may be awhile gulps but i hope u dont forget about me till then!!!

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[inkinthetypewriter]

Just remembered what I considered the other day: What if in other timelines CXS was buried because you know he died and time still goes on even if LG leaves the present. If that’s true, now it’s possible that there is like 3+ cemetery plots in each present QL had him buried in so when QL and the people they know visit from the next timeline (since LG presumably failed if he had to go back again) and somehow come across the multiples of CXS’s grave they’re [Qiao Ling, mostly] like, “Lu Guang, care to explain this?” and LG is just as confused because he either didn’t know or forgot it would happen and when CXS is asked he’s downright horrified because, “When the hell did I die? And did you try save me multiple times?”

Do you think Lu Guang sometimes looks at Cheng Xiaoshi and only sees a corpse? Do you think at night he sometimes has to remind himself that CXS is breathing, that there is no blood on his hands, and he is not alone in the room? Do you think he still mourns for the Cheng Xiaoshi(s) he’s lost in other timelines? What do you think it feels like to grieve for a person who you can still see, and hear and touch? Do you think he ever stops himself from getting close because he feels guilt over the CXS he failed to save? CXS is a ghost that haunts Lu Guang despite being alive and in front of him and I’m not normal about it.

[scoutofmymind]

can u please write something about how like reader felt while luigi was missing for 6 months. like would he reach out, would she go with him etc. also i love ur stories 🤍🤍🤍🤍

Run — { Luigi x Reader }

Content: sfw, angst, friends to lovers, slight situationship vibe, reader is an artist, kissing, heartbreak, explores ideas of guilty Luigi.

Wc: 2,345

Notes; Luigi vanishes - no warning, no footprints, just the sudden hollow where your life used to fit against his, opening to six months of silence before his letter appears under your door, bearing coordinates to a payphone five blocks away.

You didn't know where you'd be six months later when Luigi drove you down to the lake in his old Bronco, your spot shotgun worn from all those midnight trips for ice cream, the two of you off-roading through patches of corn fields out in the boonies — afterward he'd drop you off at home in the city, then drive himself back to the suburbs, unless he fell asleep in your room despite insisting he couldn't stay because of morning classes.

He always found it hard to leave you.

June warmed the brown leather beneath you, the window cracked to let in the summer air sweetened with hay as Luigi sped down the winding back roads of the countryside, rambling about his sister's new donkey they'd keep at the farm — the Mangione's second, more humble mansion with its livestock and respectable Christmas tree operation.

"You know you're my best friend, don't you?" He'd turned to look at you, the old truck thrown into park at the Dairy Queen after you'd convinced him the donkey could wait.

"Yeah." You nodded, cheeks full of ice cream, brows furrowed. You didn't notice then how his face had flushed red, embarrassed at blurting something so obvious it had never needed questioning. "Who else would you have time for?"

School, tech clubs, part-time job, and you.

Those were the pillars Luigi had built his life around, and for years, it had worked.

You and Luigi could fill a room with laughter —obnoxious howls and high-pitched giggle fits that echoed off walls — or sink into comfortable silence, Luigi drifting toward sleep while you lost yourself in whatever new book he'd brought for you to borrow from the university library.

Your own schedule mirrored his in its fullness, though school took a backseat to your collection of side hustles, your primary source of income selling art pieces at local markets where you'd drag Luigi along to showcase your most treasured works.

"That's a good point." He shot you a grin, spoon dangling upside down from his mouth as he finally broke his gaze from yours to stare out at the tall grass swaying beyond the windshield. "I just hope you know that."

You shift to pull your knees up in the passenger seat, turning to face him with your back against the door. "Feeling sappy again, are you?" Your foot stretches to nudge his knee, the leather creaking beneath you. "S'alright. I like when you get all soft."

Just the week before, Luigi's heart had been sitting too close to the surface, everything managing to touch a nerve — the way his mother spoke about his future over Sunday dinner, how his professor had dismissed his latest project idea, and even the changing spring weather that threatened the saplings he planted last fall.

Eventually, he recalibrated, but that raw tenderness still surfaced in waves.

"Yeah, maybe." Luigi shrugged, leaning over to dig his spoon into your ice cream, stealing a taste. "I just think it's worth saying. A reminder never hurts."

You'd never wanted to invalidate Luigi's feelings — and while you loved to tease him, you'd never dismiss what he shared. He was a natural at expressing himself when he chose to, and you knew if he voiced something, it meant those feelings ran deep.

"You're right, Lu." You say softly, letting your knees drop as you lean toward him, patting his thigh. "Thank you for telling me." He turns to you, his lips curling into that familiar grin. "You're my best friend too. Obviously."

"I know it's obvious," he groans, stealing yet another spoonful of your ice cream, your reflexes failing you when you jerk the cup away. "Let me just fuckin' say it." The late afternoon sun catches in his dark curls, the sun setting over the field.

You wave your hands in surrender, "Alright, alright." A laugh spills from your lips as you lean forward, spoon stretching toward his cup, missing entirely when he pulls it just out of reach. The melting ice cream drips onto the weathered console between you. "C'mon, lemme try."

He shoves a heaping spoonful into his mouth, eyebrows lifting in that familiar challenge, dimples deepening as a muffled "Come get it" drifts across the console, and the invitation draws you across the seat into his lap, the old leather protesting beneath your shifting weight while his free hand automatically found its place at your waist to steady you.

It wasn't the first time you'd tasted ice cream from his mouth, sweet and cold and mingled with laughter — but it would be the last.

And by some cruel twist of fate, that sun-drenched afternoon in his car, with melting ice cream and shared breaths, would be the final time you'd see Luigi's face in person.

After that day, he'd only exist in grainy security footage and missing person flyers.

It's a specific kind of agony, one that lives beneath your ribs.

You searched every corner of his life — the obvious hiding spots and the secret ones only you knew about. The Bronco yielded nothing but old receipts and a forgotten hoodie that still smelled like him.

You harassed mutual friends until they stopped answering, reached out to people who barely knew him, desperate for any trace.

"If Luigi doesn't want to be found, he won't be," Andrew told you, defeated after failing to track any of his devices that had sat abandoned in his room, right there on his desk to be found. Wiped clean. Stranger-cold.

Even your face was gone from his lock screen, erased like everything else.

Sometimes you wondered if you imagined him entirely.

It would be easier than accepting how methodically he vanished, how carefully he erased himself from your world. But then you'll find evidence — a movie ticket stub, a photo booth strip tucked into an old book. The careful progression from strangers to friends to best friends to that unnamed thing you became.

The way you'd end up tangled in his sheets, his hand gentle at your throat, or how you'd hang up on him three seconds into a call because he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

It couldn't have been real — how could someone who claimed to love every scattered piece of you leave without taking any of them with him?

Therapy wasn't optional anymore.

Your friends watched you spiral into something darker than even middle school heartbreak, something that wrapped around your organs and threaded itself through your bones.

This wasn't the kind of pain that faded; it evolved, grew thorns, made itself at home in your marrow.

But talking helped.

Six months without Luigi became possible, then probable, then real — not because you wanted it, but because the alternative was letting yourself disappear, too.

The letter arrives alone on a Tuesday, no bills or wedding invitations to keep it company, just your name in that familiar scrawl that makes your stomach drop. "What do you think?" you whisper to Mario, who's wagging his tail like he knows something you don't, nudging the envelope across the hardwood with his nose.

Luigi named Mario when you got him as a puppy six years ago; Mario, because he thought they’d become more of a duo than the two of you had been.

And that, they did.

"Mar, quit it," you mutter, wrestling the envelope from under his paw where he's planted himself like a furry anchor. The paper is damp from his nose, and it takes four tries to open it without destroying whatever's inside. Your hands won't stop shaking. "The fuck is this."

Eight words stare back at you.

December 3rd, 8:15PM. Pay phone outside of Murphy's on 12th.

Mario presses his cold nose against the back of the paper as you stare down at it, inhaling deeply like he's trying to memorize something. His tail wags so hard his whole body sways, but then a whine escapes him — low and confused.

You know that sound; It's the same one he makes when he finds one of Luigi's old shirts in the back of your closet, when he can smell what he's looking for but can't find it.

The paper crumples in your fist as Mario leans against your legs, still whining softly. Six months of therapy, of learning to breathe around the hollow space Luigi left behind, of convincing yourself that moving forward meant letting go — and here he is, eight words dropping into your life like a lit match.

Still, you march yourself there.

Mario decided somewhere in these six months that he needed to be more than just a wagging tail and sloppy kisses. He took Luigi's place as protector, navigator, watchful eyes scanning every shadow as you cut through familiar alleyways to Murphy's corner.

Your phone reads

8:20

"Shit." You glance down at Mario, who's pressed against your leg, his head tilted back to study your face with those knowing brown eyes. "Fuck this." The words taste like surrender as you pocket your phone, but Mario plants himself like a furry statue, refusing to let you move.

"Mar, c'mon." Your voice cracks, but he stays rooted until that first metallic ring cuts through the night air. The payphone looks ancient, probably witness to a thousand desperate conversations, a thousand promises made and broken against its scratched plastic shell, and whatever the fuck this is going to be.

Mario's ears prick forward at the second ring.

His tail, which hasn't stopped moving since you left the apartment, goes suddenly still.

The third ring echoes off brick walls, and you realize your hand is already reaching for the receiver, and before you can even press the phone to your ear, his name escapes like a prayer: "Lu — Luigi?" Your voice wavers between accusation and hope, sharp but fragile at the edges.

Through the static, you hear breathing — that familiar rhythm you could still map in your sleep.

"You know you're my best friend, don't you?"

The words hit like a physical force.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tilting your head back against tears that threaten to spill. "Where are you, Lu?" The receiver trembles in your white-knuckled grip like it might hold some piece of him. "I'm sorry I showed up late."

"I knew you would." His voice is soft, almost lost beneath a symphony of distant horns and city life —sounds too big, too foreign for the quiet streets you both grew up in. "8:15 is an odd time, hm? Figured more like 8:30 would be when you actually showed. Surprised you answered this one."

"How are you?" You keep your question careful, safe — one that won't send him running back into silence, into six more months of nothing; and now this strange urban backdrop paints him somewhere far beyond your reach.

“I miss you.” Luigi says softly, words he’d said plenty before, but they had never carried this sort of weight. “That’s how I am, I guess.”

Why did you leave me, then?

Please tell me where you are.

Whatever it is, Lu, we can fix it.

“I miss you too.” Is what you say instead, the line keeping him here with you feeling much like a fading spirit, destined to disappear any moment if you didn’t watch your step. “Mario is lost without you.”

“Ah, he’s a big boy.” Luigi sniffles softly, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it. “Been taking care of you, hasn’t he?”

Your head bobs in a nod he'll never see, and suddenly grief hits like a physical blow, doubling you over in the cracked vinyl booth. A sob tears through you, raw and feral, ripping up those poisoned vines of betrayal that have wound themselves through every hollow space he left behind.

"Please come back, Lu. I can't—" The words strangle in your throat as you curl deeper into the booth's shadow, pressing your forehead against the phone hook.

You're trying to fold yourself smaller, to disappear from the fluorescent exposure of Murphy's front windows, from the pitying glances of late-night sidewalk wanderers who pretend not to notice the spectacle of your breakdown.

"I can't, baby." Luigi's whisper barely exists, a breath caught between static and silence, but you strain toward it like a dying plant toward light. "It can't work that way — there's nothing either of us can do about it."

Questions bloom like bruises under your skin.

Is he sleeping in a real bed?

Has he shaved?

Who's making sure he remembers to eat?

You bite down on your lip until you taste copper, trying to dam the flood of 'why's' threatening to spill out. Each suppressed question burns like bile in your throat. He's already thrust the blade in deep — watching him twist it with such gentle hands makes it somehow worse.

"I just needed you to know I was safe." His voice shifts, crystallizing into something harder, something that sounds less like your Luigi and more like whoever he's becoming. "And that I love you. I needed you to know that."

"I love you." The words fall into a sudden void as the city sounds cut out on the other line, replaced by a sharp fizz of static, and then nothing.

You press the receiver harder against your ear, as if you could force his voice back through sheer desperation, and the tone eventually starts its monotonous song, but you can't make yourself hang up.

You wait in that phone booth for an hour, then two.

The neon signs paint wet streaks of color across the glass, and your legs go numb from standing, but you wait for a call back.

It never comes.

Monday morning's headlines make everything brutally clear.

His name in bold print.

The investigation.

The evidence trail leading nowhere and everywhere at once.

And suddenly you understand why he couldn't stay, why he had to hear your voice one last time, and you wish to God you didn't.

Because now you know he wasn't running from something.

He was running toward it.

[crazylittlejester]

It's nearly half past 1am so blame the lack of sleep for this thought but:

If I ever got isekai'ed into HW, I would die for Wars. Not for y'know any heroic reason or whatever but purely in hopes that I traumatise him further and irrevocably change the way he sees his allies (by giving him separation anxiety) and haunt him for the rest of his life.

As you can tell I like him a normal amount in a normal way I swear

— Swan Anon

IM FUCKING CRYING LAUGHING RN AT NO POINT IN THIS ENTIRE THING COULD I PREDICT THE NEXT SENTENCE

there are two types of people in this world, you who would do all that and haunt him for the rest of his life, and me who would walk right up to him, shake him (politely), call him a fucking idiot (affectionately) and then make his ass go to bed and eat something and get some water, because who tf else is gonna do it it sure as hell ain’t gonna be him takin’ the initiative to take a break and not run himself into the ground 😔

[promise-of-soup]

If you’re comfortable ofc could we hear your hc’s of what the ghouls may be hiding in their pants? 🫣

(You can do the whole cast or just a few of ur favs, it’s up to you. Luv ur writing btw!!)

Ok, this has been in my inbox for a while, and I do want to respond to it because 1. thanks for the ask, 2. my brain has misunderstood this SO BADLY I JUST HAVE TO DO IT I AM SORRY ANON!! I wanna say this: I am comfortable writing stuff like this but I lost my Penis Specialist Certification after "the incident" (I am really bad at thinking about penis stats because like, if I like the penis haver I like the penis) so I would recommend asking a true specialist rather than a feeble Certificate-less freak such as me, HOWEVER:

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you REALLY excited to see me?" What is your favourite Ghoul hiding in their pants?˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

✿Synopsis: men. they have... pants? what is in these... pants?

✿aka: Find out what your favourite ghoul is hiding in their pants for the low low price of 0 doler

✿Tags? THIS IS NOT SMUT OR NSFW, this is PG13 because I say the word "frick" at some point, mentions of PANTS AND WHAT IS WITHIN THEM

✿Notes: my sense of humour is fucked up I am sorry anon, thank you for requesting, and please enjoy this :)

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Jin: NOTHING. literally, this man has nothing in his pants. His pockets are slung out most of the time and are empty! his wallet is somewhere else but I am not telling you where.

Tohma: he has a neatly folded yellow sticky note with a reminder or an email address or something random, a half smoked cigarette, a bottle of medication, and a loose glasses cloth that is somehow still clean.

Lucas: the gateway to a pocket dimension of infinite shortbread biscuits. Not really. BUT HOW DOES HE KEEP PULLING SO MANY OF THEM OUT?, he also has a cloth napkin, and a little british fork for some reason, he also has several receipts but they are all neatly folded and organised. he also wears funny boxers, but that's a conversation for another day.

Kaito: a mass of things that have melted and glued together. it's just a clump of something. mysterious clump. he takes it out to look at it and puts it back in because there's no trashcan nearby so what can a guy do? it whispers at him and beckons him "feed me father~" whenever he has new trash and can't find a trashcan, because that thing has been there. it has seen things. Oh, and how could I forget that he has a gacha capsule with a little figurine of a cat in it.

Alan: an embroidered handkerchief, a wrench, a crumpled half-torn note that says "REMEBR" but not what to remember or when or huh?, and a box of mints. He's neat though, it's nice in his pocket, 10/10 would recommend.

Leo: Vape... another vape... another vape... something that looks like a vape (but is a bullet vibrator), another vape, another vape, portable makeup mirror, hair comb, mini body spray, packet of gum, another vape, kpop-style photocard OF HIMSELF, portable selfie stick, powerbank phone charger.

Sho: small notepad with an attachable pen with grocery lists inside of it, keys.

Haru: mysetrious pieces of animal feed, a bunch of random paper clips and bits of paper, the wrapper to a candy bar, a used scratch card, a fuck ton of keys on a key holder, people's phone numbers, a printed out picture of Ren and Towa that he took without their premission, extra gloves, keychain of a horse, some loose change.

Towa: blades of grass, dried flowers, squashed fresh flowers, random bits of paper, a part of a textbook he tore out (like, just the edge of it), piece of bread, strawberry, the colour pink (idk how he got the colour pink)

Ren: portable phone charger, loose potato chip, video game keychain, headphones that are tangled, headphones that are not tangled but tangled with the tangled headphones that are tangled, small framed picture of Haru that Haru gave him and keeps putting back into his pants whenver he takes it out.

Taiga: an actual gun, a bottle of lube... I will not eleborate.

Romeo: a 1,154,820 yen designer wallet that is really only big enough to hold a single credit card, but it is there... condom, a spa leaflet, a bundle of money (to throw at people if he needs to), random casino chip that fell in, confession note he received from a general student and never opened, a really cool lighter.

Ritsu: he does not have pocket organisers but it sure looks like it, he might as well have a filing cabinet in there, because how tf does he have a neatly folded pile of recipets, a wallet organised alphabetically (all "C" for card), voice recorder, and a clear handkerchief that is always clean no matter how many times he's seen using it. One thing he doesn't have in his pockets? corruption. His pants are a place of justice.

Subaru: you'd think he has things in his pants, but he does not have things in his pants, don't ask him what is in his pants because there's nothing there, how did you even notice that there might be something in his pants, he is NOT carrying anything there... fine, it's a scrunched piece of paper... are you disappointed in him?

Haku: A cool gemstone, a condom, a piece of wood (idk why), dirt(?), the pile of paper, he does not empty his pockets, so after washing them and whatnot, the pile of paper is actually just weird little pieces of paper that are impossible to remove.

Zenji: air.

Edward: there is... an alluring sense of.... BONE? SINGULAR BONE. And wittle pwinted pictures of kittens :)

Rui: extra pair of gloves, a PILE of people's phone numbers on slips of paper, a notepad and a pencil.

Lyca: chewed up pieces of paper, a pencil he took from someone in a lecture once and never returned, a cool rock he found on the ground, feather he found on the ground, plastic fork that has been bent, and a piece of cardboard he accidently tore off a food box and stashed in his pocket to make sure no one sees it.

Yuri: two small glass viles that clink together when he walks, a note he scribbled with his awful medical handwriting about something random, one yen bill, Jiro medication (medication for Jiro)

Jiro: stray Yuri hairs he bunched into his pocket because he didn't know where to put them, a neatly folded receipt, a note telling him to buy more tea, a note on what flowers to get for Yuri, a multi-tool, extra rubber gloves, a dirty mask that he folded, glasses cloth, random piece of metal.

[hongluboobs]

I'm planning on going into more detail about this abno in a seperate post but u brought up some cool stuff here/I have more to add to it so I wanted to answer ur things :)

I originally wrote this section last, but because it's spoiler free I can put it above the cut and I didn't have much to say so I put it first.

Before I start talking about this I have to say that I am like??? 15ish hours into Ruina and not done yet so I could know more than i do.

Jade qilin is a really interesting name for a color fixer because it's a lot more descriptive than they usually are. For the uninformed, a qilin (sometimes kirin/kylin and about a million other spellings) is a Chinese mythical creature which often appears somewhere between a dragon, a deer, a horse, and a lion.

I'd also like to mention jade isn't exclusive to Hong Lu and his family. It's got a lot of significance all over china and is a status symbol which goes hand in hand with gold!

Here's some real life jade qilin I found. We know next to nothing about this guy but if we were to meet someone with the jade qilin title it Would be in Hong Lu's chapter! There's no one in the book I can think of that has qilin symbolism and be a good fit for a color fixer, even though small representations of qilin like those statues do come up in the story.

I didn't have a lot to say about that one, but I DO have a lot to say about your other points! They also spoil a lot of things though so canto 5 dungeon spoilers under the cut!

THIS LINE!! is really interesting! My friend has a "rule" when reading into Hong Lu's lines where if things end with an ellipsis (...) he's being genuine up until that point, where he'll often transition into something less genuine. If there's tildes (~) he's covering something up with a lie/being silly/misdirecting.

Some examples of this:

(canto 2 dungeon) He's making a very interesting observation here! Bitten off is VERY different from missing and it brings up the question of why he would know what bitten off fingers would look like. The game flat out calls attention to his cover up here! He realizes how it sounds and has to cover up what he observed with something more absurd to not draw attention to it.

Hong Lu is a LOT smarter than he lets on! It's hard to tell how much smarter because he's still DEFINITELY sheltered and genuinely curious but he's very good at reading people!! (see canto 4 and his interactions with Yi Sang, like you said)

But when I read through these cutscenes a line a bit earlier stuck out to me. Here's all the lines together.

His repetition of asking if it's a coincidence almost makes me feel like his question here is a deflection to hide what he originally thought was a coincidence. I have a theory relating to this but it's gonna get its own post because it requires a LOT of explaining so for now: There might be even more in this line than you think! (for those curious, the theory has to do with the golden bough in Hong Lu's canto potentially being in place of his heart)

His choice to go along with Ahab in spite of his suspicions definitely makes sense. This is Mr. "Cohort of kin looking to stab you in the back" we're talking about. You have to do what's necessary to survive and if the Jias are anything like they are in the book he's very used to going along with things he wouldn't necessary agree with solely because he has to.

Now I'm gonna go over some of your questions relating to Hong Lu's family. If I end up repeating info I apologize because there's some stuff I might've gone into in the original post but it's been a while.

Yes, Jia is the family name! (It's one of my biggest pet peeves when people shorten Jia Huan's name to Jia but I honestly can't blame people for being unfamiliar). Hong Lu's book equivalent is most likely Jia Bao-yu. There's some ambiguity and I doubt he'll be a straightforward adaptation of any one character, but he's mostly Bao-yu.

Interestingly, Limbus Jia Huan is older than Hong Lu, while book Huan is younger than Bao-yu. Book Jia Huan is Bao-yu's half sibling from his father and a concubine, and has a horrible inferiority complex because he's treated as lesser by the family. He feels overshadowed by his brother and has a kind of one-sided hatred for Bao-yu, who treats him with nothing but kindness.

This is the first thing Jia Huan says in this game, and it seems pretty well in line with book Bao-yu and Huan's dynamics. Jia Huan's use of "your family" disproves your theory, unfortunately. If he was born a Jia and Hong Lu was adopted, I doubt he'd use that wording.

Jia Huan is actually a relatively minor character in red chamber (there's ~400 in that book!) so it's interesting he's the only person from that book we've seen. (aside from Hong Lu, of course)

Interestingly, in the book his most notable action is spilling hot wax on Bao-yu's face, granting him severe burns and almost blinding him in one eye. He's able to heal back to health relatively quickly thanks to his magic jade, but we know Hong Lu's jade is his eye and we also know it's prosthetic or otherwise unnatural due to Liu Hong Lu's uptie conversation.

Every Sinner in Limbus company's reason for joining is that they'd have a wish granted, shown here!

Right now, I think all of their wishes involve "going back" in some way or another. Be it for revenge, or closure, or returning to a time/place that no longer exists. This plays pretty nicely with Dante's ability to "turn back the clock"!

I am unsure of Hong Lu's wish because I don't have a proper window of when in the book he enters limbus, but Bao-yu is someone who desperately wants to return to an earlier time in his life and there's a number of events he'd love to forget.

Another theory is that Hong Lu ran away from his family or was disowned by the Jias. Hong Lu could grow upset with the heavy control and harsh standards he lived under, or his family could have decided enough was enough. My main support for this argument is his mugshot outfit, along with how Jia Huan treats him.

The sinners' mugshot outfits are implied to be what they were wearing when recruited for Limbus company. Isn't it odd that Hong Lu, the ONLY sinner who wears his uniform in full and correctly, shows up in a tracksuit of all things?

Sure, it's possible that the guy who dresses like this normally would suddenly be in a tracksuit when recruited by the sinners, but it does feel a little odd to me.

Honestly, we know VERY little about Hong Lu still so I can't make super sweeping assumptions, but I doubt his relationship with his family is as nice as he makes it seem.

I think it's likely Jia Huan is working with/on behalf of the Jias to get the boughs. There's no way the Jias won't be super fucked up in Limbus, so I know they'll have some kind of unethical reason for wanting the boughs.

Thanks for sharing ur thoughts! I had a lot of fun answering and giving a bit of additional context:) I love talking about Hong Lu and I love talking about red chamber!!

ok i was cooking up another hong lu analysis thing bc i noticed SEVERAL things in his base id art the other day and wanted to share with the class but they just dropped a new one in the canto V trailer and i have some stuff i wanna talk about that one:)

My Hong Lu knowledge and interpretation is very heavily influenced by reading Dream of the Red Chamber, which may not be the best because I don’t know how much Limbus will pull from the book because it’s Long as fuck but I think it’s given me a deeper knowledge of Hong Lu.

Keep in mind this ego is NOT out yet so i could be totally off base depending on what the full animation/corrosion/sin affinities are like and this is totally theorizing but I wanted to have a go at anyway!! And this got totally out of hand so reading is appreciated :)

One of the first things I noticed here is this Hong Lu seems VERY Bao-yu. We still don’t know for sure what Hong Lu is within the context of Red Chamber (i don’t think it’ll be straightforward considering how that book works) but it’s important to note!

He has this little hat on (this is the best pic i can get atm to show it’s not a fancy hair tie, unfortunately the footage we have rn is a little scuffed)

and Bao-yu is ALWAYS depicted with a hat like this.

This could just be because that’s the appropriate outfit for Chinese nobility (I unfortunately have little to no reference point here, feel free to correct me, but from some quick searches hats aren’t ubiquitous and ESPECIALLY not ones of this style.) I think it’s worth noting because it comes up in nearly all modern depictions of Bao-yu.

There’s also the pearl Hong Lu is wearing on his neck/chest area, which is where Bao-yu wears the magic jade he was born with. His jade is translated into Limbus as Hong Lu’s jade eye, but this plus his hat and the abno’s themes REALLY makes me think we are dealing with some Bao-Yu stuff here.

Speaking of the Abno’s themes, now i can actually go over them! All we have for Walking Pearl right now is the MD event (as well as general observation), but there’s a few things that are relevant.

Just based off design, the abnormality seems to be mostly about the precious (the pearl) and the filth (the muck) intermixing. which makes sense with the EGO being named “Effervescent Corrosion” and our holders being Hong Lu and Rodya.

There’s some symbolism around greed/wealth (the offspring filled muck desiring the pearl and fighting for which one will earn it? the muck tarnishing the pearl? ) and I think we should read into that because it’s Hong Lu and Rodya who have this one and they’re both very tied to their financial status. Those two sharing an ego makes me insane for a bunch of reasons but that’s probably for another analysis piece! But duality is REALLY important for those guys and that’s a theme they’re emphasizing here with both the pearl and muck within the clam.

There’s also some elements of shelter/protection/potentially entrapment with the clam’s shell which are HUGE for Hong Lu, especially with his egos so I think those may come up.

But mostly it’s about the mixing of the precious (likely “wealth” here) and the unsavory, which works very well with what we know of the Jia family. The design likely referencing Bao-yu and thematically dealing with the Jia family makes me think each of those individual readings are more likely because they’re deeply tied together!

And now onto the MD event! I did not write this in order so I may repeat stuff here but. I realized I had to cover the design first so here we are!

First thing that stuck out of me is this portion when you choose to sample some of the clam’s slime.

Sibling/family infighting is very Jia family. It reminds me a lot of this line base Hong Lu says.

You could take this a step further because the clam is something that would typically offer shelter from the rest of the world, and even though it protects, its offspring continue to kill and eat each other.

It seems fine, the offspring have this lovely shell for protection, and they have the precious pearl held within, but even as they are sheltered and wealthy. They are still getting killed and eaten by one another! Reminds me of someone I know:)

It reminds me of some bits in the later half of Red Chamber, where family members more obviously start acting behind each other’s backs or turning on each other, some even killing other family members.

Another part of the MD event that I got something out of was the beginning portion.

using specifically jade as the color for the seawater is a Hong Lu thing. I may be reaching with this bc it’s more than likely just flavor text BUT when taking this color with the fact that there’s nothing in the water it makes me think of an important scene in Red Chamber where Bao-Yu is described as an empty shell, so I wanted to mention it. We know Hong Lu has TONS of water motifs, especially when relating to his family (see his base ego)

The main reason I brought up this section of the MD event is because of the question brought up by the last portion.

If you take one thing from Dream Of The Red Chamber into your perception of Hong Lu as a character, it should be the themes of ambiguity, duality, and being between binaries. Because he sure as hell does that a lot!!! (and i’m not just talking about his gender) He is both genuinely curious and sheltered with an urge to learn as much as he can, but he also plays dumb frequently, backpedals and asks a lot of stupid questions on purpose to maintain others’ perceptions of him. He is CONSTANTLY walking the line between truth and illusion and it can be hard to tell which is which and precisely how much is fake or real, which is why I find him such an interesting character to think about.

Tangent about Hong Lu's characterization aside, it's really easy to read this line as about his family's perceptions of him.

Hong Lu (or rather, Bao-yu) can be read as being the source of the contamination in that he is the heir of the Jia family who is just an absolute fucking failure of everything you’d want in an heir for that time period.

The clam containing the filth can be read as Hong Lu’s lies (whether conscious lies or otherwise) to himself and others about the true “filth” of his family. Really good example of this is with another bit of window dialogue, but these lies and half truths come up quite a bit if you know where to look. (what happened to cohort of kin looking to stab each other in the back at every turn???)

We already have Hong Lu’s assorted water motifs (his feet make ripples on the water in his base id, land of illusion has so much water theming and shows the Jia mansion is surrounded by water) so I think this is a reasonable analysis to make :)

There’s some other sections to the MD event, but there’s nothing of note that triggered the Hong Lu sleeper agent in my brain & also this has gone on long enough that I wanna talk about predicting some stuff for the ego!

I am manifesting Gluttony/Gloom/Wrath for this ego!!

Gluttony and gloom are in the MD event’s skill check already and I think tie in nicely with the themes. Gluttony works with the offspring in the muck killing and eating each other and themes of greed with the pearl (plus the ego is primarily green and that’s a pretty good clue) and then gloom comes up a LOT with Hong Lu’s family (Liu Hong Lu, the only one that remarks on his jade eye, is also the only Hong Lu with gloom. land of illusion requires 5 gloom resources and also relates a lot to red chamber/his family) Gloom’s also generally a stand-in for water which exists here.

Wrath in Hong Lu generally manifests in him going “yeah, maybe my family was a little fucked up actually” internally, instead of manifesting as taking direct action about the fucked up things like it works for most other sinners, and acknowledging that his family was at least partially filth and killing and eating eachother (metaphorically. maybe literally) works for that

i am not an expert on sin analysis but i wanted to take a prediction bc it’s fun :)

I have a couple of predictions for corrosion and i’ll be real they are the main reason i wrote this thing because i LOVE when bad things happen to Hong Lu!!

Since this ego seems to be referencing Bao-yu so much i can pull stuff from Red Chamber too which makes it more fun :)

First one I came up with is Hong Lu taking the place of the pearl within the clam and getting locked in there! A bunch of his egos have to do with being controlled/trapped so i think it works and it also can work as a parallel for Bao-yu’s treatment by his family. Bao-yu’s name means precious jade, and he’s often treated more like his namesake than a person, heavily controlled and never allowed to leave the Jia mansion (or, in this case, the clam.) I just think it’d be fun!

My other concept has to do with more Red Chamber stuff, notably what happens when Bao-yu loses his jade. I’m not quite there yet in the text, but from what i’ve heard he becomes incredibly unstable and essentially loses his mind. This sets the Jia family’s downfall into even faster motion and from that point things get REALLY fucked up. Since the pearl here parallels Bao-yu’s jade, I think having a reference to that part of the book would be really fucking crazy for all 5 people who have read 1800+ pages of red chanber to get to chapter 94 where he loses that thing. Also i just want to see Hong Lu lose his mind i KNOW it would be terrifying and chilling. but they may be saving that for his distortion (manifesting)

In my skimming Red Chamber table of contents to find when Bao-yu loses his jade i just found a chapter where Bao-yu’s father admires a pearl but we will just ignore that for now bc this has taken long enough to type already and that is several chapters off. but there may be more analysis when this thing actually comes out!

Thank you for reading this far!! I hope you enjoyed me looking far too deep into an unreleased ego we know next to nothing about for fun! this took WAY longer than expected to type out but i’m glad I did because I loveee telling people about Hong Lu!

There is a very real chance very little of my analysis and prediction is reflected in canon BUT please remember that truth becomes fiction when the fiction’s true and even if this doesn’t turn out to be correct now u know a little more about Hong Lu and the themes he plays with :)

[luigifan1998]

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

[greengoblinswifey]

since luigi is a vegetarian can u write a fluff about how it’s like living with carnivore reader that loves meat and seafood like crazy? i love ur writings sm this is my first time ever requesting to anyone hope you can deliver. love ya🎀🎀💕💕💕

a/n— I love this and thank you, enjoy <3 P.S, y’all should try oxtail at your local Jamaican restaurant, it’s too good.

Living with your boyfriend meant a lot of things, early mornings, the scent of fresh coffee, and hearing him mumble in Italian when he was focused on his studies. But one thing that became clear almost immediately was the difference in your diets.

Luigi was a dedicated vegetarian. You, on the other hand absolutely loved meat and seafood. It was a huge part of your culture, something you grew up with, and something you weren’t about to give up.

The first time he saw your fully loaded plate of ribs, wings, and shrimp, his eyes widened slightly.

“That is a lot of protein, amore.”

“It’s a lifestyle,” you grinned.

He exhaled, shaking his head with a smile. “I don't know how you eat all that.”

“You don't know what you're missing,” you teased, holding up a piece of shrimp. “Wanna try?”

“Absolutely not.”

You laughed, cutting into your food as he watched in mild fascination. “I respect it,” he admitted. “It’s just funny to me that we live together and eat completely opposite things.”

Despite your differences, Luigi never judged you. If anything, he was incredibly accommodating. When you cooked meals together, he made sure there were vegetarian options for himself while still helping you season your meats just right.

“Okay, so you add this jerk seasoning?” he asked, watching as you marinated chicken.

“Yeah, it gives so much flavor. I love it.”

He nodded, focused. “I feel like I'm betraying my ancestors.”

“They'll forgive you,” you snorted.

Mealtime was always an experience. You’d tease him about his salads, and he’d raise a brow at the sheer amount of steak on your plate. Sometimes, he’d dramatically clutch his chest when you brought home seafood boils, acting as if the smell alone would make him collapse.

Yet, he never complained. Instead, he’d sit beside you, sharing stories about his favorite vegetarian meals while you devoured your ribs with a satisfied hum.

One evening, he came home to you stirring a pot, the rich scent of seasoning filling the air. “What's that?” he asked cautiously.

“A vegetarian dish I looked up,” you admitted, shooting him a smirk. “Surprise.”

His eyes lit up. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I figured it’s only fair I try your world since you tolerate mine.”

His smile softened as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You're the best, you know that?”

“I know,” you grinned.

Despite your differences, it worked. Because at the end of the day, love, like food, was all about balance.

One evening after devouring your plate of oxtail, you leaned back with a satisfied sigh, licking your lips. Luigi, sitting across from you, tilted his head, watching you with amused curiosity.

“What was that?” he asked, nodding toward your empty plate.

“Oxtail,” you said, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“Huh. Never had it, obviously, but you looked like you were in heaven,” he said.

“You have no idea,” you hummed, stretching before getting up.

Luigi stood too, stepping closer, hands resting on your waist as he leaned in. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and before you could react, he was already tilting his head to kiss you.

You pulled back slightly, laughing. “Wait, wait—you sure you wanna do that? I just ate meat.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “I don’t care, amore. I want my kiss.”

You snorted, gently pushing against his chest. “Lu, I respect you being a vegetarian. Let me at least brush my teeth first.”

“You don’t have to do all that,” he said, lips forming a pout.

“It’s fine,” you reassured, patting his cheek playfully. “Give me two minutes.”

With a dramatic sigh, he let you go, crossing his arms as he watched you disappear into the bathroom. When you came back, minty fresh, he immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you in, kissing you deeply. His hands slid up to your ass as you melted into him, the kiss turning slow and sweet.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling.

“I love my carnivore girlfriend.”

“And I love my vegetarian boyfriend,” you smiled.

He kissed you again, laughing softly. “I guess opposites really do attract.”

[sm-baby]

gummi gang when meet Cain: please teach us to steal syrup for our village.

I misunderstood or not?

Nah its more like

Caine: I noticed you were stressed play this game i coded in with ur friends team building is good i think

Pomni: wh... Ok ... Thank you

_________

*in game*

Ragatha: YOURE SO ANNOYING

Jax: THIS IS BULLSHIT come on gangle and zooble

Ragatha: FINE! pomni and kinger ur with me!

________

*cut to castle*

Princess Lu: *animal crossing noises*

Ragatha: awe

Pomni: awe

Kinger: awe

_________

*cut to gummigang*

Gummigoo: we're off to steal syrup here let me teach you how to shoot

Jax: SICK!!

Chad: Let me teach you how to drive

Gangle: hehe HAHAHEHHAHE NEW CHARACTERS THE FANFICTION IM GOING TO WRITE im so normal right now

Max: what

Zooble: ignore her

__________

*Gang make their way to the castle*

The fudge: you shall not pass

Zooble: food

The fudge: OOOOO

__________

*Gummigang sneak in*

Lu: Zzzz

Ragatha: shit time to defend the princess

Pomni: fuck

Kinger: YIPPEEE

Gummigoo: GET FUCKED *clips through floor with Pomni*

Chad: Damn... Show must go on ig

_________

*cut to under the map*

Pomni: damn

Gummigoo: damn

__________

*cut back to castle*

Lu: *wakes up* wh whabwhut huh * sees fight downstairs* oh mybgod MR. FUDGE GET DOWN HERE NEYOWWWW

Fudge: oh right i have a job to do

___________

*their fight ends in a tie, fudge and gummigang are defeated*

Ragatha: that was so fun

Jax: sorry for what I said back there

Ragatha: sorry for being a bitch

THE END YIPPEE🎊

_____

Post credit scene

Pomni: Caine! This is gummigoo! He gained sentience, and since its literally the most traumatizing thing ever i figured-

Caine: oop! *Snap*

Pomni: WHAT THE FUCK

*Credits roll*

[luigilore]

wait this is nsfw but i mean it in the fluffiest way possible i can’t stop thinking about having reaaaally slow soft sex with lu like where you’re cuddling so close and just talking and giggling with each other ughhh and maybe u had a bad day or something and he’s just comforting u, holding the back of your head and giving u soft kisses

and thinking about domestic life with lu on a sunday morning, him making love to u as the sun rises 🥹😔 in my head these aren’t even sexual thoughts 😭 bc it’s just my craving to be sooo intimate with him and be as close as possible :(

and another lil thing i think about is him holding your boobs or resting against them for comfort💘

omg stoppp this is so good!!!! i totally understand and agree like he would loveee missionary and just slowly taking care of you gently, ugh just imagining him holding the back of ur head is making me cry...

okay i wrote a little blurb inspired by this (ig but realizing this is more taking care of him lol so sorry)... it's not explicitly nsfw but it's suggestive, it's basically just me wanting to be as close as possible to him/intimate/domestic/etc 😇 currently writing about the first night you move into together so <3333

you thumb over luigi's delicate skin and lean up suddenly to kiss him, lips barely connecting with his as luigi’s mouth grazes along your chin. it’s messy but there is no embarrassment or hesitation. there’s a sense of understanding that it was the drowsiness you both shared that intruded upon your attempt at affection. 

you are only together for a few quick seconds and as soon as you pull away, you want more. luigi adjusts his hand accordingly, helping you prop yourself over his body to meet him again. this time, more awake and with intent, as you tilt your head at an angle you’ve memorized to perfectly meet his lips, using all the minimal energy you had in the early morning to melt into his arms sweetly.

you feel his hands everywhere at once, roaming your waist, your hips, and shoulder leisurely, dragging across your exposed collarbone. your body has grown to learn and practically memorize how luigi touches you as your lips part against his, letting your hand run through his curls that are getting longer now. he softly kisses you, raising up to meet you halfway as you feel warmth flood your body, feeling more and more awake with every second that passes. 

you break away but remain close to luigi, lazily resting your head on his chest and letting your eyes close for a few seconds that stretch into longer moments of serene silence as you listen to his heartbeat.

your lips eventually ghost over luigi’s neck and chest as your hands run over the deep divots of his abdomen from hours of exercise, from repetitive workout routines. “god,” you sigh out, looking up at luigi. “you’re beautiful,” you say it like an objective, indisputable truth.

luigi visibly blushes with a small smile, he always does no matter how many times you tell him. by existing, he has done something terribly unfair to you. you thumb the hot skin of his neck gently. you want to burn the way it feels in his memory forever, firm and warm skin and the way you can feel luigi swallow thickly against your fingertips.

luigi moves slowly and looks at you intently, like he’s maybe a bit scared that you’ll leave, change your mind. but you don’t, you never will. you only ever lean closer, letting luigi pull you into his side....

[junrenjun]

heyy lu! for my request for ur summer writing event, i would like to order smut, enhypen heeseung, prompts: 16, 33, 36, 37 & 50. For the modifiers: idol reader but they are lovers.

wishing u a happy summer!! thank you!!

that damn skirt

lee heeseung x idol!reader

wc: 929

warnings: slightly suggestive

a/n: part of my summer writing event. sorry to anon, i didn't catch the smut part of your ask until after i had written this. maybe a smutty part 2....thoughts?

prompts: "i'm always thinking about you" "that's my girl" "stop staring at me" "you did so good" "you have no idea how much i want you"

Heeseung wishes he were anywhere but here right now. Award shows are the worst. The room is way too hot to be wearing a suit, the music is just slightly too loud, and you…you're walking around wearing that damn skirt.

Now, he knows it’s not your fault. It’s wholly your entertainment company’s fault for giving your group a sexy theme for the newest song and a skirt that’s a little too short for his liking. But he curses you just a tiny bit for having the audacity to look that good. In front of other people too!

He watches as you disappear backstage, your group finally getting to prepare for your performance. And now his only source of entertainment is gone. Don’t get him wrong, he loves to see all the other groups perform. But this is the 4th show that Enhypen has attended in the past month and he’s getting sick of hearing the same songs over and over. In the meantime, he busies himself with keeping an eye on his members. Nudging Sunghoon’s leg when he starts nodding off. Nodding along as Jake whispers something about P1Harmony in his ear. Doing some half-hearted aegyo with Jungwon when the fans grab their attention during a break. 

Finally, the MC announces your group and the stage has Heeseung’s attention once more. His eyes never leave your frame once, watching as you move around effortlessly. It’s no wonder you are the group’s main dancer. And fuck you look good doing it. Maybe he needs to have a conversation with your stylists. 

The first song ends and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Before he can steady himself once more, the next song plays. His brows knit in confusion for a moment. You hadn’t told him you were performing this one. In fact, you’ve been complaining about how you never want to sing it live. One of the high notes has been giving you trouble during vocal practice and it’s been frustrating you to no end.

He bites his lip momentarily, his heart rate picking up nervously. Every part of his being prays that you hit that note, knowing it will be a huge blow to your confidence if you don’t. The bridge of the song finally arrives and the next line is yours. He holds his breath once more as you sing. You hit the note perfectly, just as you had been wanting it to sound and he sighs in relief. “That’s my girl,” he mutters under his breath, smiling slightly. 

Though it must have been louder than he originally thought because Jake groans softly. “Dude, I thought we talked about this. Keep the horny comments to yourself.” Heeseung just rolls his eyes in response.

Your group’s performance comes to an end and you leave the stage. He lets himself zone out again until you emerge once more. Your members walk quickly back to your seats, bowing at everyone as they pass. Heeseung’s eyes remain on you the entire time. Your leader takes you a different route this time, passing directly in front of Enhypen’s seats. You end up right in front of him, pausing for a second. As you bow, your eyes remain downcast but you whisper, “stop staring at me, Hee.” 

Immediately, his eyes widen in surprise, but he catches himself and ducks his head to return the bow. Meanwhile, the rest of his group is in a fit of giggles. He prays their PR team is willing to work overtime to explain this interaction once it hits social media. 

The rest of the night, he forces himself to keep his eyes off you. And god is that a difficult task. He’s resorted to pinching himself every time his eyes drift over to where you sit. And by some miracle, the show ends before he’s made a big enough crease in his slacks. His stylist would be proud. 

Backstage is chaotic as always. His eyes flit around the hallway, looking for any sign of you in the mix of idols. He’s about to grab his phone and text you when he catches a flash of that damn skirt again. In an instant, he’s moving.

He grabs your hip lightly, squeezing quickly three times. You recognize the pattern instantly, spinning around and hugging him. He wraps his arms around you, not too worried about the scene it may cause. Your relationship is pretty much an open secret to the rest of the industry anyways. “You did so good,” he whispers into your hair. 

He feels the “thanks,” you mutter into his chest. His gaze flits down a bit and meets the garment that’s been torturing him all night. “Baby, can you please change now?” he says, voice low. “You’ve been driving me insane.”

You pull away and giggle, a telltale sign you are about to start teasing him. He preemptively rolls his eyes. “Oh? Have you been thinking about me all night?” you taunt.

“I’m always thinking about you,” he concedes.

You giggle once more. “How sweet. I’m going to change now. If you want me come find me,” you tease, turning in his arms.

He tightens his hold on you, preventing your escape. Then, he leans down to whisper softly in your ear. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

A shudder passes through your body and he smirks. You don’t say anything, but give him one more sultry look before walking away. Right before you turn the corner, he gets one more glimpse of you in that damn skirt.