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Your smile grows and your heart flutters, your eyes warming as he expresses. 

“No, because I'm pretty sure I hit the jackpot with you!” you playfully retort, smiling as you look over at him, who’s beside you in bed. 

Luigi lets out a hearty laugh, looking away as he grins. 

“No, because I'm serious.” your voice gets softer and sincere. Scooting closer to him, nuzzling into his side. The back of your head fitting perfectly in the vertex of the pit of his arm. Luigi instinctively wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. “You’re the most selfless and sweetest guy I've met. It’s not everyday you meet a respectable kind man. A man I'm lucky to call mine.” 

Your words hit him deep. You’re no longer joking. He can see the genuine look in your facial expressions and hear the sincere tone in your soft voice. 

Luigi leans down to meet your lips, his heart racing. Both of your eyes falling shut. His hand cupping a side of your cheek. The short loving kiss is left lingering as you pout against his pink ones. 

“Stop because youre going to make me cry.” you exaggerate in a whisper. Your eyes soft and child-like. 

Luigi’s lips turn up as he hears that baby voice he knows all too well. The one you use when you get all mushy and emotional. And damn he loves it! 

He chuckles and his whole face lights up. Pulling away from the kiss, far enough to get a better look at your face but near enough to keep you close. 

“No tears allowed.” Luigi teases with a growing smile, already seeing your smile grow. Your chuckles filling his ears. 

“How could I not when you’re being so sweet?” you counter, pouting again playfully. Knowing it gets to him. 

“Well who hit the bigger jackpot?!” Luigi continues with a grin, a little mischievous look in his eyes. Not giving up on the idea that he hit it. “Because I wake up every morning knowing I'm the luckiest man alive.” 

Your rosy cheeks lift up as you smile. Your eyes glowing and heart fluttering. 

You chuckle and continue with the playful competition. 

“Well… I wake up every morning knowing I'm the luckiest girl with such an amazing guy.” you reiterate with a pleased smile. Rolling over to lay on top of him, confident and assured in your claims.

Nestling your face into his neck. Luigi’s hand immediately wraps around your waist as you change positions into this much more affectionate one. 

“You just cherish me and treat me like I'm the only girl in the world.” you close your eyes as he pulls you closer, allowing you to burrow into his neck. His fingers running through your locks. 

A proud smirk is formed on Luigi’s face as he hears your words. The way you appreciate him and never make him feel unnoticed makes him feel seen. It warms his heart. 

“Damn straight.” Luigi boasts in that prideful tone. Loving how confident you make him feel. “You have no idea how grateful I am to have met you y/n.” Luigi admits as he rubs up and down your back. Letting out a little thoughtful exhale.

You lift your face up from the crook of his neck to meet his gaze. 

“Really?” You mutter out softly. Eyes filled with curiosity as you hear his genuine tone at the end. There’s a shift in the conversation. Luigi nods as your eyes meet, loving how small you look in his arms. 

The way you’re laid over his body makes him feel like your protector. The one who can keep you safe and loved. Your facial expressions are soft and adorable, too adorable for him to handle. “Mmhmm.” he mumbles out in response. “Someone honest. Sweet. Funny. Gorgeous.” Luigi trails off softly as his hazel eyes meet yours. 

Your small smile grows and you can feel your cheeks warming up. His hand roaming up and down your back, still. 

Luigi knows how rare it is for him to have met someone like you. Someone who gets him, who supports him and loves him for him. As in the past, in his college days and even in his time in Hawaii, he searched and much to ‘his efforts’ he never found the one until he met you. 

“I spend my life looking for you. You know how hard it was? It’s truly a miracle I met you. Do you know how rare it is to meet someone like you?” Luigi states, wanting you to know it, to hear it. Luigi’s eyes are on you as he looks down at your laid body before him. 

Luigi knows what a true gem you are and he doesn’t ever plan on taking you for granted. Finally having found someone he once would wish and dream for. Knowing he won’t let you go now that he’s found you. 

“Is it?” you’d ask thoughtfully, wanting to hear Luigi say it. Your face is still pulled away from his neck, looking up at him as he’s looking down at you. Mere inches apart. 

Luigi treats you the way he does, the worshipping and simping, being an outright gentleman because you're aware of how lost he was before he met you. Running away from family and friends because of how off he felt in a world full of people who didn’t see him or understand him. 

But not you. You got him instantly. A light that brightened up his life. And vice versa, he made you feel special like no other. He was like a breath of fresh air, he wasn’t like other guys. Wanting to be chased or acting douchey. 

Luigi seemed like he just wanted to talk and be heard, be accepted. You were each other’s ying and yang. Balancing each other out.  

Luigi furrows his brows as you ask the question. As if you’re questioning your integrity. “Yes!” he blatantly affirms. 

“I don’t know… I feel like you could’ve had any girl you wanted.” a growing smile forms on your face as you peg him. 

He exhales dramatically and rolls his eyes. “Yeah… maybe… but they were never genuine or profound.” Luigi confesses about girls he could’ve had if he wanted. His voice becoming sincere and thoughtful. He had high standards but in reality he just wanted a girl who cared. Not just about him but about the world. 

He didn’t like a superficial girl and you were nothing like that.

“My parents would have all these girls lined up for me. All these preppy girls coming from wealthy Baltimore families. Connected to family friends or business partners. But…” he expresses as he trails off again, sighing. 

You didn’t need him to continue, you understood him perfectly. He didn’t connect to that lifestyle. The opulent events, filled with ostensible people who only seeked him for connections and networking. Or just wanting to get wrapped in with the Mangione name. Not the genuine connection that he seeked. 

Luigi didn’t have anything against the girls his parents would want to arrange him with. They just weren’t for him. Those girls wanted a husband, and he didn’t just want to be a husband for the title. He wanted to be a husband for all little lines in between, the ins and outs of a true marriage. But at the time, being a spouse wasn’t even a seed in his mind. 

Luigi was in his mid-twenties, he just desired and ached for a true connection and he knew that the odds of finding someone looped in with his parents wouldnt be it. 

“...I just didn’t feel like that was who I was searching for.” he admits in a lower tone. “Those girls weren’t who I was looking for. Not someone I shared ideologies with.” 

You nod as you look up at Luigi, hearing his heartfelt reflection. “I know.” you whisper softly and reassuringly. Your hand splaying up and down his side, meeting with his delicate toned skin. All while your heart warms as Luigi opens up.

“But what about the other girls? The ones who didn’t know about your family?” You’d ask curiously, knowingly. As you know he doesn’t go off parading his last name. 

“Like the girls from UPenn or Hawaii?” You mentioned, as those girls knew Luigi for more than a Mangione. Sharing a campus or co-living space with him. Spending quality time with him. In a school club or frat party at Penn or at Surfbreak at the beach or at their big feasts in their well off condos. 

Luigi's smile grows as you ask, enjoying your intrigue for the topic and how you genuinely seem interested in his life and previous endeavors. 

“Those girls?” Luigi smirks playfully and you can't help but playfully roll your eyes at his goofy smile. Your own smile growing and even letting out a chuckle. 

Luigi’s hand lowers down and gives your ass a playful slap, as he chuckles. “They were cool.” he teases without giving too much information, just to mess with you. 

You quirk a brow up at him and you return the playful look. He only replies with a little laugh. 

“They were cool.” Luigi reaffirms again with a little grin. Egging you on. 

You nestle your face back on his chest. “Mhm?” you insist for him to go on. Your arm rests on Luigi’s pecs as you cuddle into him, your face finding refuge in the familiar spot of his neck again. Already used to Luigi’s little teasing. 

“Well those girls, at least didn’t initially know me for my name or family.” Luigi starts off, smiling as he holds you close. Squishing the flesh of your ass gently but firmly as he speaks. 

Luigi turns his head down to see your face burrowed restfully in his neck, basking in the sight of your smaller body over his muscular one. 

He takes the comfortable silence as cue to continue, hand stilled on your skin. “I met a lot of people throughout the past couple of years. But if we’re speaking solely on girls. Yeah, I talked to a couple. Never too serious, except for a couple girlfriends, here and there” Luigi gets more serious as he speaks. 

You nod, eyes closed as you relax on top of him. Inhaling his scent. 

You were aware that Luigi had a college girlfriend and some flings in Honolulu. 

“She seemed smart.” You mention as he knows you’re referring to his past girlfriend from university. 

“She was.” Luigi remarks with a smile, his eyes never leaving your loving figure atop of him. “Sometimes a little too smart for me.” he chuckles jokingly. Luigi continues before you have a chance to interject. Not that he didn’t want you to, but he was in the flow of conversation. “It didn’t work out though.” 

Your mind fills with questions but Luigi is already answering them. “We wanted different things.” his hand course through your hair, sending shivers down your body. 

Your brows furrow as he speaks mindlessly. Questioning and being curious, you lift your face up and away from his neck. “Why? What do you mean?” 

Luigi shrugs and smiles down at you. Loving your straightfowardness and the way you don’t shy away from eliciting. 

“She wanted different things than I did.” Luigi meets your eyes. Already continuing before you had a chance to ask. “She wanted a future with a man who had a clear path.” Luigi informs, seemingly well. Not a flicker of doubt or pain in his eyes. 

“You know? It all went back to that lifestyle my parents wanted for me.” He admits. “She wanted someone respectable in society. The Penn days were coming to an end and she wanted to settle, nothing wrong with it. But I just felt like there was so much more to life than that. At least at the time.” Luigi expresses as his eyes are soft, his gaze on yours. 

“You are respectable.” I affirm to him, my eyes and expression clear as day. 

Luigi can’t help but smile at your determined tone, you’re always grounding him, giving him that little push he needs at times. His heart warms at your words. Luigi whispers a “thank you baby” against your lips. You simply nod and smile, pressing your lips against his briefly. 

“But I get it. I understand where she was coming from and I get you too.” you note, tracing a finger through his hairline. “She seemed like she knew what she wanted. Had her mind set.” 

Luigi smiles as he looks down at you, percieving the understanding that you cast. His large hands run up and down the curves of your butt. 

“You understand me don’t you?” Luigi graces, his heart warming at how you just seem to get him. He knows that no one else knows him more than you do. “You understand my need for freedom. For curiosity.” Luigi’s words dawn little whispers. 

Your acceptance is clear as day as you smile at him in response to his question. 

Luigi was voyaging around, trying to find a place to fit before he met you. “Yeah.” you lean up to peck his lips. 

You’ve always been drawn in by Luigi’s free spirited nature. His life long journey to learn and to be true to himself. His curiosity that enlightens your worlds. You two share those values, you just want to live. 

See, that’s where you two found common ground. You grew up in an enclosed schedule: work, school, family, and occasional fun. You desired travel and freedom. That’s something that Luigi’s been privileged enough to have. The journey to explore and seek. Something you had to work to earn was what Luigi had in a snap of a finger. He didn’t want to give that all up for the basis of a schedule he would get if he settled. 

You two were on other ends of a coin, seeking the same resolution. With Luigi, you were lucky to get that life: to live, to seek, to travel and live a comfortable life. With you, Luigi didn’t have to give up his lifelong learning, he got to live it with you. Luigi got to be himself, without feeling trapped or forced to live a life he didn’t yearn for with someone else. 

A thought dawned your mind. “How do you think your life wouldve been if you settled?” you asked curiously as the thought overcame your mind. What if he would’ve just caved and lived the life his parents or past partners would’ve held over his head? 

Your questions stuns him for a bit. It was something Luigi used to think of relentlessly and constantly. He had been close to just giving in and living the Mangione life, following his father’s footsteps, taking over the family legacy. Settling with an opulent girl from Baltimore. But, having you asking him felt different. 

Luigi exhales and smiles a bit as he already knows how it would’ve been. “Miserable. In a suit, in an office, stuck. A perfectly planned out future.” he remarks in irony, knowing it would be anything but perfect. You could feel him shudder beneath you. A bad taste in his mouth. 

You’re trying to think of it. Picturing Luigi in some parallel universe with a picture perfect wife in Baltimore and working for the countless family businesses under the Mangione name. 

“You think so?” You’d perk up. 

“Oh, honey. I know so.” Luigi exasperates out as his eyes widen slightly. He further explains his train of thought. “I can’t imagine giving up the sunsets, the sunrises, the adventures - the freedom.” 

Your heart warms at the heart to heart. Your big soft eyes looking up at him dearly and Luigi can’t seem to take his eyes off of them. 

“You know what I just realized?” Luigi speaks in a low deep voice, caressing the strands of hair by your face. 

You hum out a “hmm?” exhaling softly, your chest tightening. 

“That I’m exactly where I want to be right now.” Luigi's eyes glow, his voice softly confessing. 

Your smile grows instantly, heart fluttering, face bright. That smile, oh that smile is just confirmation for him. He feels so full. His cups are overflowing. The cups that once were drained dry are pouring. 

“This is my perfect.” he whispers and leans towards your lips. Eyes fluttering closed until -

You smile playfully. “Really? And here I was almost insecure about you living that perfect life in Maryland. Living that white privileged life with your college girlfriend in an unorthodox household.” 

You’re speaking, chuckling, talking but Luigi's face and heart torns. He completely forgot about the kiss he was leaning into. He sees your playful expression, but oh no. This is no joke to him. 

“Not here, living in this humble abode with me.” your smile falters a bit, still remaining but no longer a grin. Without even intending your heart falls a bit despite it starting off as a silly joke. 

“Baby, do you even realize how boring that life would’ve been for me?” Luigi objects seriously, a stark contrast to your joking tone. His hazel intense eyes instilled into yours, his lashes evident. Luigi searches your eyes for any hint or glint in your expression that’ll give away that you’re being serious. 

Your face softens and you can feel the way your heart breaks a little. You breathe out slowly from your nose. “I know… I know” you say barely above a whisper knowing Luigi would’ve hated it if he would’ve succumbed. Your face falls back into his chest, inevidently looking away. “I was just wondering…” you speak honestly into his collarbone.

Your tone is too low for his liking. Almost sad-like. 

Luigi looks down at you, nuzzled on top of him. Face deep into his neck as if you were trying to hide from him. But, it was just a place of comfort for you. 

Luigi’s fingers run through your hair. “What makes you wonder y/n?” Luigi asks sincerely, wanting to understand your thought process. “You think I'd be happier with someone who’s part of that world?” he utters out in a direct tone. Speaking of the materialistic world in which he grew up in. The world he’s tried so hard to move on from. The insensible table mannerisms Luigi once dreaded, a lifestyle that’s polar opposite of the one he has now. The one Luigi has created with you. The life he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

Luigi is already asking more questions before you could even answer the first one.  You exhale softly, hearing the tone of Luigi’s voice. The one he has when he needs to get to the bottom of things. Luigi’s curiosity and determination are a big part of his personality. Not to mention the care and devotion Luigi has for you. Those two mixed together aren’t something Luigi takes lightly. You just know he’s not going to let it go. Despite it just starting off as a little harmless joke. 

“It was just a thought.” you repeat into his neck, sighing. Your mind starts running with thoughts as you internally delve into his questions.

Luigi’s brows furrow and his arms simultaneously tighten around your lower waist. 

You keep your voice neutral, not wanting Luigi to take it the wrong way or make the wrong conclusions. 

“Like…” you trail off, exhaling a little sigh. You lift your face up to meet his gaze that hasn’t faltered. “What if one day this all gets boring to you?” Your voice becomes solemn at the end. Referring to the life he has with you.

 You’re aware that you’re not like the people that Luigi grew up with. Not like the girls he’s dated in the past. You didn’t attend an Ivy League, you weren’t generationally wealthy. “I mean I know you’re happy right now. But what if one day you realize that you want to go back to the big Maryland homes, live the upscale life you’ve always known. Alongside an ivy league girlfriend or an entitled Baltimore girl. Hmm?” You ask, looking directly into Luigi’s eyes. You’re describing the exact opposite of what you two have now and you’re mentioning him being with other girls. Now, that was a fucked hypothetical you threw at him. 

You were pulling at his heartstrings, Luigi doesn’t know if he should be offended or if he should question your supposed ‘wonder’. 

Luigi can’t help but ponder if you’ve been repressing these emotions. That you might be speaking from a place of unattended emotions. Was it something you stored away subconsciously? 

“Fuck no.” Luigi cuts you off sharply. His heart is beating through his chest. His brows furrowed as he looks at you. His arms tighten around you, as you’re laid on top of him. 

Luigi’s voice is firm and intense. Hurt and laced with genuine offense. Was everything you two constructed together nothing to you? 

“Is that really what you think? That one day I'm going to wake up and trade all this?” Luigi exasperates, seemingly upset. Voice laced with a hint of betrayal and acute.

You exhale deeply, looking away. Your expression softens and you feel your heart break. Face red as you feel Luigi’s agonizing gaze on you. You know Luigi’s only beginning his disquisition and you weren’t going to interrupt him. Even if you attempted, he’d want his turn to express himself before you interjected. So you’ll give it to him.

Luigi replicates your deep exhale. Looking at you with grave intensity. “Do you honestly think I would get bored of this life? Of us? This apartment may not be a mansion but it’s home because YOU are my home.” He exasperates and you can’t help but smile. Your heart flutters at his sweet words but Luigi’s eyes are looking at you like tunnel vision, making you want to hide back into his neck and take it all back. A pout takes over your eyes and lips. 

Your heart skips a beat as your ears are met with Luigi’s frustrated groan after his deep confession. You’re now feeling small and guilty on top of his chest, feeling Luigi’s arms keeping you firm and rigid against him. You take in the way he stresses and runs his grand fingers through his curly bedhead. Your smile falters as you see how your words impacted him. 

But, his words impacted you just as much. Despite Luigi’s little outburst, the corners of your lips etch up slightly and your eyes cast a soft hue. Your hands trace up Luigi’s forearm, the one where his hand is locked into his curls in distress. 

Luigi is met with your loving and appreciative smile making his spinning mind pause, breath alleviate, and frustration melt away. He exhales out, your smile calming him. Just like they always do. 

“Baby, do you see me getting bored? Do I seem unhappy?” His voice is soft and gentler now. Luigi’s soft hazel eyes dance around your visage, wanting to study you, really understand you. Looking through the portal of your soul: your eyes, to scope any lingering doubts you may have. 

You both know the answers to Luigi’s questions. There’s no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t happy or content with the life you two have. But it was just a thought, a mindless little timorous thought. 

“No.” you shake your head, speaking softly. Your response is genuine and honest. It’s clear that you both know how blessed your lives are together. The universe aligned your paths, and it’s no mistake that you two are destined to be. 

Luigi’s gaze is still skeptical. His brown-greenish eyes that scope you through his long curly eyelashes don’t go unnoticed. You pout and just let your head rest back on his chest. 

Luigi is glad he can at least still see your warm face as you lower it. You’re not hiding into his neck this time, just simply resting it over his chest. Your soft skin met with his. 

Luigi sighs and runs his hand through your hair, you two in silence. Patience and understanding filling your guys’ bedroom. His other hand rubbing the skin of your lower back, sending shivers down your body. 

“I was just thinking…” you mutter out softly, breaking the sweet silence. It’s not a harsh or pressuring silence. Luigi doesn’t emit that presence, he’s kind and considerate. He’s emotionally attuned, you both are. Which is why you two work so well together. “I’m just… not like those other girls.” 

Luigi was about to interject but you cut him off before he had a chance to. It was your turn now. 

“I’m just a regular ol’ girl.” you express, pressing your ear against his heart. The beating of Luigi’s heart against your ear makes your beating heart sync with his. “Not like those other girls from Penn or connected to wealthy families.” you softly reiterate, your voice breathing out against the skin of his pecs. 

Luigi’s lips turn into a frown, he can feel his resolve ache. It hurts the way you discredit yourself. Luigi notices how your eyes leave his, now falling to his chest. He doesn’t want you belittling yourself. You’re not like those Baltimore girls and that’s one of the many reasons why he loves you. 

“And I don’t know… I guess the thought of you being with someone from that society or class rank would… fit better?” You let out in an unsured manner. Your eyes timidly lift up to meet his eyes. Your heart skips a beat nervously as you make eye contact with him. 

Luigi’s heart clenches, he feels it still. His demeanor darkens at your admission. He cups each side of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he tries to decipher your words.

“What you’re saying is that you think I’d be better off with my ex?” Luigi exhales as he looks at your bambied eyes. “Or, that I'd be better suited with one of those girls that are connected with my parents?” His brows furrow and his staggering eyes become soft. “Instead of you?” Luigi asks insightfully. 

He’s got you, knowing exactly how to poke at you. You exhale and shake your head. “It was just a thought. I’m not doubting myself or us.” You explain, looking into his pressing hazel orbs. You know perfectly well that nothing could compare to you and Luigi. No doubt about it but you couldn’t help but wonder. “I’m just… thinking.” You let out in a softer breathy tone. 

Luigi doesn’t still his eyesight. He’s hearing you out, trying to see where you’re coming from and where these sudden thoughts are coming from. His gaze is tense: worried. Brows interlinked, eyes serious, jaw clenched. He doesn’t want to interfere in your utterance but he will once you’re done. 

He gives you a slight nod, allowing you the silent message that he’s present and hearing you out. 

You look back down after his little nod, breaking eye contact. Instead your hand softly caresses up and down his torso. Appreciating his devotion to listening, though knowing your thoughts are silly. But they’re still your thoughts and you couldn’t ask for a better partner than Luigi to help you depict it with you.

“...Thinking of your life. If you would’ve chosen a different path than the one you’re in now. If you would’ve stayed on the path your parents would’ve wanted for you after college or if you would’ve settled with your ex-girlfriend from UPenn.” Your tone is wondrous and a bit doubtful. You could feel your heart sombering a bit, throat tensing. 

Luigi could see the sincerity in your eyes and the genuine tone in your voice. 

You hadn’t been holding onto these thoughts, no. These thoughts came in a sudden manner when you two were conversing about Luigi’s past. Luigi evokes nothing but confidence and assuredness in the relationship. He doesn’t even need to reassure you, his actions and words speak for themselves. 

You’re aware of the profound love you two share. It’s incomparable. Nothing like you two had ever experienced before and it’s endgame. Without a doubt. 

We have it all

Luigi reads you well, he sees the vulnerability in your eyes. You two are open and honest with one another. 

When studying your words and expressions, Luigi comes to the conclusion that you’re not claiming that ‘you’re not good enough’. Rather, you’re simply perceiving what you believe are his lost opportunities. 

Luigi’s heart trembles and it breaks him with the way you seem slightly dismantled. Your eyes are on his chest rather than on him. Luigi needs you to look at him, he needs to see your mien. 

Luigi’s fingers that were once splayed on your back now meet your chin. “Hey.” Luigi whispers, tilting your chin up so that you can look directly at him. “You’re overthinking this. Hard.” He affirms, eyes on yours. “You really think that I’m sitting here wishing I had that white privileged lifestyle? Ivy league wife, big house, and the country club memberships?” His voice becomes harsh as he openly expresses. Apparently he has to make it clear, he thought you already had it down. His sass coming into town because he knows that you know it too. But yet you’re here having this conversation. 

“You think that’s what I want?” He scoffs. You hiss as he tightens his grip on your chin. 

“Owww.” You deflect, knowing he’s not actually hurting you. But you’re pouting regardless, wanting to slightly steer away from the conversation. 

Luigi’s eyes are fierce and deep as they bore into yours. You know that he’s trying to instill his words deep into your brain and heart. 

Luigi observes how you’re diverting away from the conversation, you’re good at it when you want to be but he’s got you down. More than anyone in the world. 

“Answer the question, baby!” He growls, looking straight into your eyes and still holding your chin.

Your eyes fall slightly, not meeting Luigi’s eyes. Instead devoting your attention to his beauty marks on his cheeks. Your heart flutters as you hear Luigi’s tamed and serious tone. The deepness of his voice makes you tremble, in all the good ways. 

“What question?” You mumble out innocently, playing dumb. Your eyes still not brave enough to meet Luigi's fierce ones. 

Luigi glares at you instinctively, not liking how you’re deviating from his questions. “Do. You. Think. I. Want. That. Life?” He snaps, accentuating each word clearly and precisely. His voice is deep and adament. 

Luigi grabs ahold of your chin once again and lifts it up, making you look at him. Your faces now an inch apart, to the point where you feel his hot breath ghost your lips. 

He’s not mad, no. But Luigi wants to make it damn clear. He’s intense and passionate, it’s what you love about him. 

You pout out a smile, your face falling onto his chest once more. “Baby.” You whine and can’t help but nervously laugh. Wanting to end this conversation you sewed yourself. 

Luigi can’t help but smile at your reaction, his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. “You’re avoiding the question.” He mumbles out in a softer tone. Exhaling deeply into your hair. 

Your breath falls out heavily as he hasn’t let it go. But, it’s Luigi, what do you expect? 

You breathe out heavily and deeply. “Your question?” you nuzzle into his chest, hiding your face in it to steer away from his gaze. You continue to play dumb. “The one about the country club memberships and golf? Yeah, I know. You’d hate it.” You reply in a smartass tone, knowing that wasn’t his question. 

A smile on Luigi's face forms at your facetious response. He loves your witty comebacks and tone but he’s trying to be serious. Though, appreciating how you’re keeping things light. You smile as you feel his chest vibrate with laughter. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He reiterates in a softer tone, looking down at your hidden features against his chest. 

Finding refuge inside the crook of the neck, you lean into it again. Instinctive pout filling your facial expression, dwelling on how to reply. Staying silent for a couple seconds. You don’t even have to speak up because you know Luigi’s persistent and will retain the conversation. 

Luigi notices the way you’ve hidden into his neck again, stowing away from his words and eye contact. 

“Answer the question.” He mutters out, his masculine fingers running through your locks. His voice is firm but gentle. He knows you’re overthinking, being way over your head and your silence is killing him. He could feel the tension in his chest. 

He breathes out deeply, kissing your temple. Luigi’s lips remain on your skin for a bit. You let out a little thoughtful breath. You knew his question wasn’t about the damn country clubs. 

“No.” you let out in his neck, your voice soft and cutesy. “I know you don’t.” you exhale and speak gentle assuredness into his neck, though your sigh deflects the way you’re giving in. 

Luigi’s heart aches at your defeated tone and the way he perceives you belittling yourself. As if you’re doubting his love and the way he values you. Luigi wants you in every aspect in his life and it hurts him knowing that there could even be a small percentage of you thinking otherwise. 

He turns his face to capture your lips as you’re nestled in his neck. “Say it.” He murmurs into your lips, curating a loving, gentle kiss. 

Your heart flutters at the soft kiss. “Say what?” you ask while pursing your lips into his. Your eyes big and open as they meet his eyes. 

Luigi can’t help but smile grandly as he takes in your pouty expression. Finding it adorable despite the serious conversation. His thumb runs over your lower lip, looking at you with deep affection. “That I don’t want that life. That I want you.” Luigi affirms with firm delicacy, while his eyes bore into yours. Wanting to affirm to you that he doesn’t want that eloquent lifestyle, especially if he would feel forced to live it with the wrong partner, he wants what’s right. And you’re what’s right for him. He knows it.

“Okayyy.” your cheeks flare up at his words, heart beating fiercely against your chest. Nuzzling your forehead with his as you melt. 

Luigi nudges his nose against yours with a smile. His face lightens up at your childish expressions: your cute little voice and puppy dog eyes. 

“I want you.” Luigi proclaims once again, a charming glint in his eyes. “Not some phony, picture perfect, girl.” he exhales, already imagining a Baltimore girl his parents would’ve paired him with if they would’ve had it their way. A girl solely based on networking or to pull up a front as the next face of the Mangione empire with him. 

You hear Luigi’s insistence but for some reason you’ve let your thoughts get to your head. You lay your head on his chest with a little frown, but not hiding in his neck this time. You believed Luigi wholeheartedly but you couldn’t help being in your feels. 

You know Luigi won’t let it go until you admit it, so you barely give him what he wants. “You don’t want another girl.” You let out with a monotone expression, as if the words coming out of your mouth weren’t veritable. He hears your spoiled and attention seeking words as if he had forced them out of you. 

Bless Luigi’s patience with you because he knows how to deal with all your perks and behavioral ins and outs. He can’t help but chuckle and sit up, sitting you up with him. 

“Listen to me.” He tries to maintain his growing smile as he has caught onto your pressed lips. As much as your pouts are entertainment for Luigi, his words are serious. 

At the sound of Luigi’s tone your face falls at his persistence. “Baby.” you whine out at him, already done with the conversation but knowing he’s not letting it go. He’s too stubborn for his own good. He ignores your whines and looks down at you, locking eyes. 

His intense gaze causes your heart to flutter and cheeks to flush. “I want you.” Luigi firmly states as he grabs ahold of your calves and wraps it around his sat body. “I want you by my side. I want you to be the mother of my children.” 

You instantly melt at his affirmations. Your face lights up: your eyes, your smile, and your whole expression. You wrap your arms around your neck and get comfier atop of his lap. 

Luigi’s heart flutters as he sees the genuine and sweet smile that evades your face. A smile forming on him too as his eyes glow at the sight of you. 

“There’s my girl.” He coos and cups your face. Your stomach is filled with butterflies at the petname. “Say it.” Luigi goes on. His nose brushing against yours. You tighten your jaw as you try to hide your evident smile. Giggling escaping your lips as you fail miserably. 

“Say what?” You chuckle, feeling your skin warm up. Luigi notices the way that you try to force away your smile. He cracks a smile of his own and chuckles. Luigi tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb, trying to coax out your real smile. 

“Say that you believe me. That you know I meant every word.” He murmurs into your lips, his own breath mingling with yours.

I grin as he tugs on my lips. “Hey!” I exclaim at him as he sees right through my pouts and walls. I giggle and press a kiss on his thumb. “I believe you. I believe every word.” you genuinely promise as you feel your heart warm and stomach melt. Your eyes meeting him after all. 

Luigi feels a sense of relief wash over him and his heart fills with happiness. He hugs you instantaneously, catching you off guard, pulling you in closer than before. He pulls back and you see the bright toothy grin on his face. 

He leans into your lips and presses a lingering kiss. “Good, because it’s true.” Luigi speaks into your lips, with loving eyes. 

Your smile softens and your arms remain around his neck. “Thank you baby. I know.” you appreciatively avow, leaning back into his kiss. “Thank you for everything.” you say in between kisses, while you sit on his lap. 

Luigi feels complete and relieved at your sweet reply. He nods as you two lock lips. He hears your confident response and he knows when you’re being truthful. He’s glad that you’re both on the same page. He knows you’ve never doubted him, you just needed a little reminder that he’s truly yours. He understood your train of thought. Luigi deepens your kiss as he’s proud to have you as his. 

He loves seeing you like this: happy, blushing, kissing him. 

Both of your lips pull apart, creating a smooching sound. “You can wonder about all the what ifs in the world but we both know what’s real and what’s true.” Luigi assures you as his eyes fall on yours. 

Your heart swells and you nod. Luigi notices the way your eyes soften and the way you look at him as you take in all of his words. 

“Everyday with you gets better and better.” Luigi gives you a little nod, wanting to make sure you’ve got it. His eyes never faltering but gleaming as he affirms. 

Your hands cup his face. “I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” you express softly, your heart skipping a beat. 

♥ strawberry in your parted lips, eyes focused on the film. Luigi couldn’t help but notice your innocent yet sexy actions. The way your plump lips hugged the red fruit, your teeth biting into the soft chewy berry. His breath would hitch and deepen. You had swallowed the strawberry and Luigi's eyes roamed down to how your throat took it. Feeling himself twitch. You would go in to grab another strawberry from the bowl when you’d notice his focus was on you, rather than on the movie like you were. “What?” you’d ask softly and unaware of his thoughts, your fingers placing the strawberry in between your lips again. Luigi’s eyes would fall down to your fruit filled lips. “Nothing baby.” He’d comment in a low voice, leaning in to with an open-mouthed kiss, taking in a bite of the strawberry himself. His lips pressing against yours in a wet kiss.

♥ you two would go back to the film, grapes were next. Much smaller and you even played with it in your mouth, sucking on it unconsciously. You’d turn to look at him sillily, grinning with the green grape captured in between your pearly whites. Luigi’s toothy smile would evade his face at the sight of your playful antics. He’d lean in, lips pressed against yours and stealing the grape for himself. Sucking the coat of your saliva from the grape before evidently chewing it widemouthed. Both of you giggling and grinning at the fruit play

♥ he’d part a strawberry in half with his teeth, feeding you a half and keeping one to himself. Purposely, sliding two of his fingers over the exposed skin of the berry. Looking into your eyes, while he purposely teases you. Your breath hitches and you look from the screen to him. “Shi-fuck! Stop!” you’d scowl at him and smack his wrist. He grins from getting a reaction out of you. Pressing your thighs together as you try to maintain yourself for the sake of finishing the movie. You stay silent for a second, “or else you’re going to make me stop this damn movie.” you’d whisper after a second. Luigi just chuckles and looks back at the screen, sucking his fingers from the strawberry juice he had squeezed. Knowing he’d have you after the second film in the saga was over.

♥ Every time Bella and Edward were pulling apart, panting and starved when they had to pull away from kissing due to Edward’s inability to hold back from feeding on her, Luigi would be smiling all proud. “I’m so glad that’s not us.” He’d pull you in close, hugging around your body. “I would’ve sucked your blood already.” Luigi would whisper into your neck.

♥edward vs. jacob would be of discussion the whole time. Comparing the scenarios and characters as if you were Bella and he one of the two.

♥ luigi would be team edward since day one. Since the first twilight but quickly changing his mind.

♥ “I would never leave you like that!” he’d passionately exclaim when Edward broke the news to Bella about the Cullen's leaving Forks. “You’d come with me! Or I’d stay in Forks. I mean he’s been with his family for decades.” Hands thrown around as he explains and rambles on. You’d be smiling and admiring him and his enthusiasm.

♥ ice cream bars would be another snack. You’d be eyeing the movie, focused on the cinematography and dialogue while nonchalantly sucking the remains of the ice cream from the wooden stick. “Baby stop.” he’d hoarse out as he’s trying to focus on the film and not let his intrusive thoughts take over. Though, the way your cheeks hollow as you eat out the wooden stick would have him wanting to place your face and mouth into his dick instead.

♥ “would you have turned me into a vampire?” you’d ask gently, as if it were a real scenario you two would have to contemplate. He’d look down at you, leaned into his side. “I…” he thinks before speaking. “It’d be hard. Knowing that being immortal isn’t as it seems and how life goes on and on. There’s no end. But… if you were ready and sure. Then yes. Life would be so much easier to deal with by your side. Forever.” He’d kiss your temple. “I mean look at Edward, he’s miserable. That won’t be me.”

♥ Jacob and Bella's relationship is unfolding over the screen. Luigi would be nodding in approval. Swaying over to team Jacob. “See? Who’s there for her, picking up the broken pieces. I can’t defend Edward here.”

♥ when it’s Jacob’s transformation: hair cut, glossed skin over the pouring rain, huge biceps and killer abs/back. Luigi would be eyeing you like a hawk. While you’re just there trying to hold in the evident grin but bursting out laughing, knowing he’s looking at you to see if you’re checking Jacob out.

♥ “m’cold.” you’d murmur out, cuddling into Luigi side coincidently when it’s the scene where bella and jacob are in the truck after she cliff-dived. Jacob saying ‘‘hundred and eight degrees over here.’ right as Luigi had pulled you into him. Both of you, smiling at the timing. “You got your own personal heater, babygirl.” luigi would beam as he holds your cold body close, draping the warm blanket over the two of you.

♥ you’d be angered when Jacob hangs up the phone when Edward calls for the first time, causing Edward to believe Bella had died. “Jacob had no right!” you’d exclaim at Luigi, expressing your thoughts. Luigi would lift up his brows all righteously. “I would have ended that call too” He furrows his brows and tightens his arm around you. “Thinking he could just call back after I had rescued you and have brought you back to life over the past months! The hell does he think he is? Only calling because he thinks you died? If he really cared he would’ve never left!” Luigi scoffs and defends Jacob to the core, as if he were Jacob himself, putting all of your pieces back together. “I’m team jacob now.”

♥ when Edward was going to expose himself to humanity to end his life by the Volturi, that would win Luigi back. “I would die too. I wouldn’t live in a world without you.” He’d kiss your temple.

♥ your brows furrow and heart spikes. “Jane?!” you’d yell out at the screen, noticing how Edward says Jane’s name so knowingly, like he knew her. The scene when Edward, Bella, and Alice walked into the Volturi, Jane popping into the screen as a new character. “Is that an ex or something?!” you’d call out immediately. Luigi’s lips curving up, knowing your tone all too well. Just like the tone you use when you’re all jealous and possessive over him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Luigi teases and smirks, looking at you before looking back at the screen.

♥ towards the end of the movie, Luigi would convert back to team Edward. “They’re just meant to be.”

♥ Luigi would see himself in both Edward and Jacob. “I’d be like Jacob too, you know? Fixing you, being there for you, helping you become you again, to find happiness again. But… Edward, he sacrificed his happiness too. Despite him being horribly wrong, he did what he thought was best for the love of his life. Edward put himself on the line for Bella. They’re inevitable. Like us.” Luigi would ramble on, ready to watch the third film.

♥ “Who do you think I would be? Jacob or Edward?” Luigi would indulge, looking at you carefully. You’d purse your lips “None.” You'd look at him with a straight face and shrug. Luigi is left dumbfounded, speechless. You’d lean in close and let out a little giggle. “You’re Luigi. My Luigi.” You’d smile sweetly, eyes glowing. Capturing his heart with the romance. Pulling him in close, kissing his rosy cheeks and inserting your fingers in his curls.

♥ your laughs would be heard around the room as you two discuss the film. “Okay. Very important question. Edward or Jacob?” Luigi asks you, his eyes pierced on yours, ready to hear your pick. “Charlie!” You gleam with a wide toothy smile. “The dad?!” Luigi yells in pure shock.