#OMGGGGG I LOVE HIM UNDER THE RED WARNING LIGHT

[campingwiththecharmings]

OMGGGGG THAT FANART, I'M SOBBING. *GRABBY HANDS*

lmaooo, he's be so bored, like a petulant, spoiled child, bless him.

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you. <- YESYESYESYESYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone. <- pls, why am i sitting here imaging him just watching the necklace sway between your breasts as you ride him ;sdlas;dlsdf;ldf i am such a hoe omfg

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. <- lmaoooo he has a file on her, of course he does, i'm screaming

MELINDA?? MIGUEL BB NO. 😩

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(WARNING: references to domestic violence, unplanned pregnancy, and abortion below--proceed at your own risk)

melissa goes out with him a couple more times after this, and he really does try (as best as he can with you on his mind), but she can tell something isn't right and bounces (politely). his advisors get pissed bc she was a catch and he blew it. still, what can they do but try to find someone else?

miguel can't stop thinking about how uncomfortable you were with your husband touching you. he's seen you out at a few events since then---his arm possessively around your waist, hand on your ass, your back and smile stiff---and he can't shake the feeling that something is just off. it's been weeks since you'd agreed to meet with him, and while he longs to have you in his bed, he'd settle for just knowing you're okay.

he tries reaching out to you, but you don't respond, and he starts getting more and more concerned. he corners you at the next event. you don't look him in the eye and that worries him even more than your silence. you're cagey, looking around to make sure no one's watching. gently, he takes your face in his hands and lifts your chin until you meet his eyes.

he can tell right away something is wrong; that light, that fire inside you, your sharpness, everything that made him fall in love with you...it's gone.

well, not gone, but definitely dimmed. your eyes are tired and your face is gaunt, as if you haven't slept or eaten well in ages. he asks what's wrong, what happened, why you're avoiding him, if you're okay. you tell him you're fine, that things have never been better, but you know he doesn't believe you.

you try to leave, you know if you stay with him too long he'll figure it out, he'll see---

'what happened?' he asks finally, voice low and dangerously calm as he drags his fingers gingerly over the bruises on your upper arms (the ones you'd tried to hide with your dress choice).

you wince. 'it's nothing,' you insist, 'i fell and must've hit something on the way down.'

you know he's not buying it. his jaw clenches, a cold, sharp anger entering his red-brown eyes.

'did he do this to you?' he rasps, anger rolling off him in waves.

you're afraid, but not of miguel, you know he won't hurt you, more of what he'll do if he finds out...everything.

you nod, knowing there's no point in denying what's obvious.

he grumbles, muttering under his breath (in spanish and english) about how he's going to kill that fucker, how he's going to make him suffer--

you shake your head, putting your hands on his arms in an effort to recapture his attention. 'miguel, please. you can't---'

'i can. he can't just do this and expect--'

'i'm pregnant.'

miguel's immediate reaction is one of dread, of disgust. pregnant? with that pendejo's baby? he's angry, angry for you, that you're now stuck with him, that you're saddled with his child--

'it's yours, miguel,' you whisper softly, looking away in...shame?

he's stunned. his? his baby? his mind races, creates fantasies of marrying you, of raising the baby with you, of being happy with you.

but then he remembers you're already married. to his rival.

this is bad. so bad. if anyone finds out you've not only slept with your rival's wife, but also knocked her up??

it'll start a war.

he's silent so long, you don't know what to say, but you know you can't be caught with him (by anyone, least of all your husband).

'i have to go,' you tell him, trying to slip away, but he stops you again, his attention returning to yours. there's a light in his eyes that makes something warm settle in your chest, and you know he's thinking of the baby (his baby). your husband still doesn't know, doesn't suspect, but you can only hide it for so much longer.

'i'm keeping it,' you say, cupping his cheek and smiling sadly as you answer his unasked question. 'i know you can't help me, and it's okay. i don't expect you to.'

you insist that you don't want anything from him, that you're planning on leaving and raising the baby on your own.

the thought makes miguel's chest ache.

Ok so I've been playing with Mel's Mafia Jake AI and it got me thinking about what Miguel would be like for some reason??? Dude's half Irish so like, maybe he's a boss in the Irish mob. Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? So he goes about his life, about his business, runs his side of things well. He's lonely at the top but he ignores it, doesn't think anyone else would understand the pressure that's on him...

Until he meets you.

It's some celebration (maybe St. Patrick's Day or something idk) and he sees you across the room/bar/whatever and you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. So he does and you hit it off from the get go. You're smart, witty, funny, sexy...just the whole package. He's basically in love, okay?

Then a boss (maybe a rival heheee 👀) from another city or section (or whatever idk how they divide the city up tbh lmao maybe I should've done more research 😭) comes up and he finds out: you're his wife/girlfriend and it's just like a punch in the gut for him. He's devastated. He's never ever wanted anything anyone else had that he couldn't take...until you. Youre kinda bummed too, you really enjoyed the time you spent with Miguel, and you (honestly) aren't a huge fan of your husband/boyfriend (maybe he's an idiot or just a dick idk).

But you guys keep running into each other, and the feelings between you keep growing, until the tension breaks and you hook up with him at another get together (he takes you against a wall, fast and hard, his hand over your mouth because you're moaning as he pushes inside, the stretch of him divine and he buries his face in your neck, his cock spearing in and out of your wet heat in sloppy, hard thrusts. You're both coming in minutes, his spend dripping out of you and down your legs. The sight is almost enough to make him take you again).

After, you both say it was a mistake, that you can't do this again, it won't end well. But neither of you can help it, sneaking off to meet up in random places so no one catches you (except that one time it happened in your bed 🫢). And and and.... yeah. 🫣

I'M SO. SORRY SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED TODAY

OK FIRST, EVERYONE CHECK OUT THIS FAN ART BY @darkfoxkirin -- the mafia!mig of MY DREAMS

PLS WHITNEY:

Maybe he took over for his dad and he kind of hates it (has always hated it) but there's really nothing else for him so what can be do? -> i could literally imagine him sitting on a throne, bored as fuck like 😒 damn this SUCKS lolll

He's lonely at the top -> PLEASE THIS IS GIVING THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH -- I NEED HIM AHH

you lock eyes and have A Moment™️ and he decides he has to talk to you. -> the moment™️ KILLS ME LOLL, but YES a love or lust at first sight (spoiler, its both). not only does he need to talk to you, he needs you.

But you guys keep running into each other...-> HEY THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPPH, YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DO ME LIKE THAT 0-0, IM MELTING BRUV -- AND THEY KEEP MEETING 🫠

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ok so imagine that he's getting pressured to marry someone because as the boss, he's expected to have an heir to keep the business in the family.

he agrees to meet up with some aristocratic women just to get his advisors off his ass. it's not like he's taking them home or anything, he's merely meeting them at one of the clubs he owns or getting some dinner.

of course, during one of these 'dates' he bumps into you and your husband.

looks like he's not the only one trying to keep a low profile during the affair.

even though your two gangs are rivals, your husband politely greets miguel (though anyone within a 5 mile radius can hear the venom that simmers below his words).

"Mr. O'Hara, what a surprise to see you here..." you roll your eyes at the dick measuring contest. men can be so --

"Likewise."

miguel doesn't even look at him, barely even acknowledges his existence with his murmured reply. he's too busy looking at you in your pretty dress and the necklace that sits against your chest. he gave you it a few weeks ago, the last time he could get you alone.

he tries to catch your eye but you're not looking back at him, you're looking at the girl who clings to his arm.

both of you barely register that your husband is still talking, eyes devouring the woman who's clearly confused by the tension in the restaurant.

"...and who is this lovely thing?"

"this? oh, this is m..." damn, he forgot. SHIT, he literally just read her file in the car before picking her up. this may not be a real date, but he's not a dick!

she saves him the embarrassment, "I'm Melissa, nice to meet you." she offers a hand, expecting a handshake, but your husband takes it for a kiss. gross. even melissa look weirded out.

"So you're finally out in the field again?"

miguel looks at you warily, but you've been avoiding his eyes during this whole interaction.

"You could say that."

"Good for you." your husband reaches out and holds your hands in his from across the small round table, "It's about time us bachelors settle down."

miguel's jaw clenches, watching how uncomfortable you are being touched by him. "Sure. Look it was great catching up, but me and Melinda have a table waiting."

[imaginedisish]

We Don’t Deserve Love (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: MY FIRST SMUT EVER OMGGGGG!!!! GAAASSSSP! So this is based on a request someone made a short time ago. The title and parts of the imagine are based on an Arcade Fire song of the same name. Go check it out its a BOP!  I figured you all deserved some smut so I WROTE ITTTT!!! I hope it’s okay. Colin fluff and Stefan fluff will be released soon! And then Donnie Darko, and then Catcher in the Rye. (Unless a request REALLY speaks to me, then things may change) Okay... ENJOY!!! 

Summary: You and Stefan have your first real fight, but it ends rather well...if ya know what I mean...(aka MEGA smut AHEAD!)

Warnings: SMUUUUTTT! angst, LOTS OF LANGUAGE, au...

Word Count: 2,053 ;)

The sun sets peacefully over South London as you walk back to your flat. Oranges, purples, yellows and reds stretch across the sky, each color fighting for dominance, yet failing to do so. Instead, the colors smoothly blend together, coexisting despite their differences. Soft, thin, clouds dance in front of the vibrant colors, some trailing behind, taking on the appearance of the sky behind it, others continuing on, remaining white. 

It had been such a stressful day. People in your office bothered you constantly, critiquing your most recent work. You worked as an author for a company. You loved your job, it had been your dream ever since you were a child. Unfortunately, your co-workers loved to act as though they knew everything about literature. 

“I mean, this is a joke right? Come on, (Y/N), you’re practically plagiarizing Austen!” That was just one of the comments you received today. 

And it was a compliment compared to all the others. You try your best to shake off the events of the day as you approach the steps to your building. 

You rush up the stairs to your flat, wanting to get inside and forget about all your troubles. 

Maybe Stefan is making me dinner, you think to yourself, trying to see the bright side of your terrible day. 

You approach the door to your flat, and push down on the handle. The door opens, which means that Stefan must be home.

Sadly, there’s no delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The lights are off, and you see Stefan standing by the huge, open window opposite the door, staring down at the city below him.

“Stefan?” You whisper softly. You know that he gets like this sometimes, depressed, angry, filled with guilt, but something felt off. Something felt wrong this time. 

You walk over to him slowly, stepping through your living room. You avoid hitting into your maplewood coffee table, and successfully make it past the large, navy couch. You step closer to the window. 

Stefan’s reflection shows in the window. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, most likely from hours of crying. Worry fills your gut. 

“Stefan, are you-,” He cuts you off, whipping around to turn towards you. 

“We need to talk, (Y/N)” Stefan croaks. His brown, fluffy hair is a mess. His pale skin lacks the shine it usually holds. He’s disheveled, and looks sleep deprived. You look into his deep green eyes, searching for some sort of an answer, but there is none.

“I’d sure say so.” You wanted, no needed to know what was going on his mind at that moment. Stefan moves over to the navy love seat adjacent to the couch. He sits down, placing his head in his hands. 

“I-I, I don’t d-deserve you,” Stefan says, refusing to look up at you. 

“That’s impossib-,” 

“Let me finish!” Stefan shouts, cutting you off, staring angrily at you. You furrow your brows. Where the hell was this coming from? “You would be so much happier without me. I’m a burden to you.”

You shake your head. How could he actually believe that? You think to yourself. Stefan makes you happier than anyone else can.

“You’re not a burden, Stefan. And you never will be,” You say calmly, trying to keep your cool. “You make me so amazingly happy. Why are you thinking like this, what happened?”

Stefan pulls at his earlobe anxiously. You want nothing more than for Stefan to calm down. Yet, he doesn’t. He begins to shake his leg up and down, staring into the beige wall behind you, saying absolutely nothing.

“I love you, and I can guarantee to you that I will love you forever.” Your voice is reassuring and warm. You stare up at Stefan lovingly, and you two meet each other’s gaze for a second, until he quickly turns his head away from you, avoiding your eyes. 

“B-but I don’t deserve to be loved by you, (Y/N). I don’t deserve love at all,” Stefan states matter of factly, looking back out the window. You look out as well, noticing that the once vivid colors of the sunset faded into a grey mess. The once small, thin, white clouds grew large, dark and menacing. 

“This is ridiculous, what are you trying to say?” You shout this time, turning back to look at the brown haired boy, completely irritated with everything that he is saying. 

“You’re too good for me. Don’t you get it? Don’t you see it?” Stefan stands up now, his voice is wild with emotion. “I’m holding you back. You should be some best selling author already. Bloody hell, you should be married to some fucking rich bloke by now!” Stefan’s face is bright red from all of his screaming. Tears begin to fill your eyes. You try your hardest to fight them back. 

“Bullshit!” You yell at the top of your lungs. “If I wanted that, I’d have that. I want you, Stefan, open your eyes!” The tears free themselves from your eyes, and slide down your cheeks. 

A moment of silence falls upon the room. After a few seconds, Stefan quietly chimes in.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he says, sitting back down on the couch. 

“Well I fucking do.” God you’re mad. You can’t comprehend the idea of not loving Stefan, or not being with him. “Stefan, I want to-, no I need to be with you. You are all I need in my life. You deserve all the love in the world.” You pause, putting your head in your hands for a second, trying to collect your thoughts. 

“No, you deserve more than that,” you continue on, looking back towards Stefan. “I’m not leaving you, I refuse to leave you. Don’t ever think you aren’t enough for me! It’s bullshit, and so is this damn argument!” 

You storm out of the living room, tears streaming down your cheeks at free will. You make a line for your bedroom. 

Is this really it? You think to yourself, reaching your hand towards the door to your room. 

What if he…what if he breaks up with me?

Suddenly, a set of hands grab your waist, spinning you around. Stefan stares down at you.

“Fine, (Y/N)! You win!” Stefan shouts, holding you in place for a second, not allowing you to move. “I’m deathly afraid… t-t-to…” He trails off nervously. 

“To what?” You whisper firmly. You wanted to know why he was acting this way.

“T-t-to lose you.” Stefan’s voice is hoarse. His emerald eyes shine, even in your dark apartment. There’s something so spectacular in those eyes of his, yet also something so torn and damaged. 

Then, you quickly realize what all of this is about. Stefan had lost his mother, the one thing he loved more than anything else in this world. 

Now, he fears the same thing will happen with you, that he’ll lose the very thing he loves more than anything else in the world. The universe, even. 

Stefan steps closer to you, closing the gap that separated you from him. He rests his forehead down against yours. You bring a hand to his cheek. 

“You never will,” You say back to him. Stefan’s eyes light up with a jolt of intensity that you had never seen before. 

His lips come crashing down on yours. The kiss is languid and passionate. You feel every muscle in his once tense body relax. Slowly, his tongue swipes across your lips, asking for permission to enter. You let him in, enjoying the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours. 

Stefan’s hands drift up and down your body as he pushes you up against the wall behind you. He grabs at your waist, slowly making his way down to your bottom, squeezing softly. 

The tension of the past few minutes replaces itself with warmth and a longing that no one else could ever make you feel. 

You wanted Stefan.

No.

You needed him. 

You hum in desperation, and Stefan quickly picks up on this. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you while your back is pressed up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you into the bedroom. 

Stefan places you on the end of the bed and crouches down. He unzips your jeans, and slowly peels them off of you, right leg, and then left. He pushes your panties to the side, but looks into your eyes for permission before going any further. 

“Please, Stefan,” You whimper. He smirks, knowing the hold he has on you. Stefan begins to toy with your clit, speeding up with each second that goes by. Then, to your dismay, he stops. 

“Wha-,” But before you can say anything, he slips a finger into your opening. “Oh my g-god.” 

“Y-you like that?” Stefan says, slipping in another finger. 

“Y-y-yes,” You whimper, writhing under his touch. Stefan picks up his pace, his fingers going in and out of your wet lips quicker and quicker. 

You grind against his touch, wanting more of him. Stefan brings his thumb to your clit, adding more and more pressure. You were going to come any minute now, as the combined stimulation was far too overwhelming to bare. 

And that face, that sexy smirk, You think to yourself, could send you over the edge by itself.

You feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as his fingers reach deeper inside you. “I’m going to…”

“Let go, love,” Stefan coos. You do as he says, your walls fluttering around your fingers, coming undone. 

Stefan seemed incredibly soft and innocent, but it was moments like these that proved to be the exception to that rule. 

“S-stefan,” You whine, looking down at the bulge in his jeans, wishing that he’d just take you already. He stands up, undoes his belt, and then slips out of his pants. 

You stare at him, your core aching for his touch. Stefan walks towards you, pulling his boxers down. He takes his throbbing member into his hand, and lines it up with your opening.

He looks deep into your eyes, licking his lips. 

Stefan groans as he thrusts his cock deep inside you. 

“Stefan! Fuck!” Profanities are all you can muster as your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his length. Stefan waits a minute, and then looks at you again, as if to ask you if you were okay. You nod to him in response. 

Stefan begins rocks his hips with yours, pushing in and out of you. You feel so full, so good. 

“Y-you feel amazing,” Stefan says, taking a fistful of your hair in his hands. 

“Harder, please,” You cry out, begging for more. Stefan does as you request, and his thrusts become deeper, more intense. His hand reaches down towards your clit, rubbing slow circles there. It was overwhelming.

“I’m-I’m going to…” Stefan trails off, breathing heavily. 

“M-me too,” You mutter. God he made you feel so good. Your walls clench around his hard cock, and you feel yourself coming undone. 

“S-stefan!” You cry out, finally coming around his 

“F-fuck…” Stefan says, coming to the sound of you screaming his name. He absolutely loved how it sounded. He slows his hips, pulling out of you. 

You two fall on the bed. Stefan pulls you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan says, playing with your hair. “I’m so sorry about before. I-I just lost it.”

“Stefan, you deserve so much love. You are more than enough for me, never forget that,” You say, gazing lovingly into his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” he pauses. “I’m just so in love with you. I-I-I…” Stefan struggles to finish his thought . 

“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Because I’m just so in love with you,” You say, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. 

You rest your head back on his chest, planting one final kiss on his collar bone. Stefan pulls the covers over the two of you, and you close your eyes, now feeling at peace.