Danny Ramirez Gif Pack - Tumblr Posts

[ HERE ] you’ll find #200+ gifs of the actor, Danny Ramirez, from his role in the movie, No Exit (2022). I hope that these gifs can be useful to someone. You can find my rules here. Suffice it to say that I ask that the time I spent making these be respected and that the fc himself be respected. Please note that this movie is a thriller and comes with all the warnings of the genre. In terms of triggers: this pack contains kissing, violence, blood, kidnapping/taking hostages, fire, and flashing lights, though I’ve done my best to limit exposure of these topics in this pack. If you found these gifs to be helpful, please like and/or reblog this post. Enjoy!  

Getting the Falcon Role- Danny Ramirez

Description: Danny gets exciting news regarding his career and the first person he delivers it is his wife.

Warnings: None, Pure fluff

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“I made you some breakfast so you can take it with you. Try to eat something before the audition,” I say, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Danny focus on his reflection in the mirror.

A few seconds pass in silence. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he struggles to get his hair just right. I step closer, reaching out to smooth the back of his head, and press a light kiss where his neck meets his shoulder.

“You’re going to do great… Don’t stress about it. They’ve worked with you before, and they know how talented you are,” I reassure him softly.

“Yeah, I know,” he replies, his voice coming out almost too cockily, with a hint of bravado that doesn’t quite mask his underlying anxiety.

I catch his eye in the mirror, giving him a teasing look. It only takes a moment for him to notice and turn to face me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so nervous I could shit my pants right now. I don’t even know what I’m doing with this,” he says, gesturing vaguely to his hair. I raise an eyebrow—he looks perfectly fine to me.

“Alright, sit down. I’ll handle it for you,” I offer.

He sits obediently, allowing me to stand between his legs to get a better angle on his damp hair.

“Just don’t use too much product, okay? I want it to look natural,” he murmurs.

“I’ve got it,” I assure him. A couple of minutes pass in silence before he speaks again.

“Babe, I don’t want it to look too neat. Don’t overdo it,” he insists, his nerves peeking through.

“I’m not overdoing it. Just relax,” I reply calmly.

Another couple of minutes pass before he interrupts again.

“Can I see? I just want to—”

“Danny! Can you please let me finish?” I interject, laughing. “I’m literally two curls away from being done. Chill! I’ve done this a thousand times.”

That’s enough to silence him, though I can tell it takes some effort. When I finally step back and let him see the finished result, he breaks into a reluctant smile, realizing he has no complaints.

Ten minutes later, he’s ready to leave, having spritzed on some cologne and put on his wedding ring along with the two chains he always wears.

He doesn't want to eat, but he won’t refuse the breakfast I made, even if I know he won’t touch it until after the audition.

Before he leaves, we say a quick prayer—something he’s grown accustomed to over the six years we’ve been together.

I pull him into a tight hug, wishing him all the luck in the world, then rise on my tiptoes to give him a few light kisses. He thanks me, still holding me close, and before stepping back, he gives me one more kiss, deeper and more lingering.

“I’ll let you know how it goes. I love you,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you, too,” I respond with a smile as I walk him to the door, watching him until he disappears into the elevator.

Hours later, we speak on the phone. His voice is noticeably more relaxed and cheerful than it was this morning.

“I think I’ve got a good chance. They had a lot of positive things to say, you know? And Sam told me the role is pretty much mine. But I don’t know… I don’t want to get my hopes up. Or maybe just a little,” he says, grinning at me through the phone camera. I can’t help but smile back.

“I mean, if Sam said it, why wouldn’t we believe him, right?” I reply encouragingly.

“But we could just be delulu right now. Sam loves me. That’s definitely something he’d say,” Danny laughs.

“Who cares? Let’s be delulu, then. Nobody can play that role better than you.”

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Time passes by and Danny keeps working harder every single day. New projects keep coming his way, and he is profoundly grateful for every opportunity. After so many years of navigating an industry with limited roles for Latinx actors, this is a major breakthrough.

Nearly four months after the audition, he finally receives the news he had been waiting for during a meeting with the production team and his agent.

As soon as Danny steps out of the building, a surge of adrenaline pushes him forward. He sprints down the bulding, his heart pounding in sync with his racing thoughts. He hardly notices the people he weaves through, the city blurring around him as he focuses solely on getting home. When he reaches our front door, he bursts through with such force that the door almost bangs against the wall. His bag slips from his shoulder and thuds to the floor, forgotten in his excitement.

“(Y/N)! Baby, where are you?!” he calls out, his voice carrying a mix of exhilaration and urgency.

I don’t hear him at first. I’m in the studio, headphones on, fully immersed in the process of layering tracks, the bass reverberating through me. It’s only when I catch a faint sound through the music—a distant, frantic shout—that I pause, lifting one earphone.

He bursts into the office/studio, his face flushed, eyes bright with an intensity I haven’t seen in a while. I swivel around in my chair, startled by his sudden entrance.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” I ask, concern flickering in my eyes as I take in his breathless state. Before I can react, he scoops me up from my chair, lifting me off the ground with an unexpected burst of strength. I gasp, caught off guard, my hands instinctively clutching his shoulders.

“I got the part! They just told me! I’m going to be the Falcon, (Y/N)!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and euphoria, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“Wait, what?” I blink, trying to process what he’s just said. My eyes widen as his words sink in. “You got it?! Shut up!”

“I got it, baby!” he shouts again, his joy utterly infectious. A laugh bursts out of me—a mixture of relief, pride, and sheer happiness—as I wrap my legs around his waist. I pull his face down to mine, capturing his lips in a quick, jubilant kiss.

“I knew it! I told you you’d get it!” I whisper breathlessly against his lips, my fingers running through his hair. “There’s no one better for the role than you. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

He grins so wide it lights up his entire face, his eyes glistening with emotion. He presses his forehead against mine, letting out a shaky breath before leaving a tender kiss on the tip of my nose.

“I still can’t believe it,” he says, his voice softer now, as if speaking any louder would shatter the moment. “This is such a big deal. I have to call Mom, Glen, Paola...” He starts listing names, his excitement bubbling over.

“Do you want to make a list?” I tease, a laugh escaping me as I watch him roll his eyes playfully, still wearing that incredible smile. “Call them. They’ll be over the moon.”

“Yeah, I’m going to do that. I can’t wait to see Glenn’s reaction.” He chuckles, heading towards the door but stops mid-step, spinning around again.

“Oh, and Sam wants to celebrate tonight with some of the team. Maybe go out for drinks or dinner. You’ll come, right?”

“Absolutely,” I reply, my smile mirroring his. “I should be done with work in a couple of hours, and then I’m all yours.”

“Okay.” He smiles again and as he reaches the door; his body turns around and walks back to where I still stand, wrapping his arms around me one more time. His voice softens, “Thank you for being my rock through all of this. I really appreciate all your support.”

I hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of his words. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Te amo (I love you)."

“Yo también te amo (I love you too),” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He finally leaves to go tell the others, and I watch him go with my heart still full of excitement for what this meant for him.

Chasing Sparks- Danny Ramirez

Description: In a lively club, Danny finds himself drawn to a captivating woman enjoying her night alone. As the night progresses, their connection deepens and with that, a promise of something more happening in the future.

Warnings: None, Fluff, RPF Fic.

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The club throbbed with life, lights synchronized to the pulsing beat, wrapping Danny in a haze of laughter and chatter. He reveled in the afterglow of his favorite football team’s victory, surrounded by friends raising their beers in celebration. Their voices echoed with animated banter, recounting highlights of the game, but his attention kept drifting. Amid the raucous energy, his gaze landed on her—dancing alone on the floor, completely lost in her own world. Her eyes were closed, lips moving softly to a song she seemed to know by heart.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol. A flicker of concern ignited within Danny.

For a moment, he watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved with carefree abandon, a smile playing on her lips. She radiated an infectious joy that made him want to know her, to understand the stories behind those dancing eyes. As he took a sip of his beer, he noticed her walking to the bar, and a guy sidling too close to her while she ordered a drink, his intentions clearly clouded by alcohol.

“Hey there, beautiful,” the guy said, leaning in a little too close, invading her space. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? I promise you’ll have a much better time.”

She tried to back him off, her demeanor serious, but he kept pushing, his breath heavy with booze. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just one drink, what do you say?”

A flicker of concern ignited within Danny as he watched the interaction unfold. He could see her discomfort growing, and without hesitation, he made his move.

“Hey, babe, I was looking for you everywhere,” he said, striding up with an easy confidence and lightly touching her arm. She looked at him, confusion etched on her face, but it faded as she caught his protective glare aimed at the intruder.

“Did you order the drinks already?” he continued, feigning casualness while glaring at the intruder.

“Uhh yeah. He’s making them as we speak,” she replied, her voice steady.

The guy frowned, clearly taken aback. “No man should leave his girl alone. Come on, just give me a chance.”

Danny stepped in closer, his tone firm but calm. “Back off, dude,” he said, his voice dropping an octave, each word sharp with warning. “If you get any closer, you’re going to regret it.”

With a huff, the guy finally stumbled away, defeated by the protective aura Danny had created around her. She turned to Danny, relief noticeable in her eyes. 

“Thanks. I had it handled, though,” she replied, a hint of defiance in her tone as she turned back to him.

“Yeah, it seemed like it. But guys here can be unpredictable. Better safe than sorry, right?” he said, casually leaning against the bar.

“Right.” She smiled, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before shifting back to the bartender. “I’ll cover the next round of whatever he’s drinking.”

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“Take it as a thank-you. You’re not going to refuse a free drink, are you?” she shot back, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Touché.” He raised his beer, and they clinked their bottles, laughter bubbling between them.

“So, do you always rescue girls in bars?” he teased.

“Only the interesting ones,” she replied, a spark of mischief in her gaze. 

As the night wore on, they exchanged stories about their lives—trivial things that somehow felt significant. She shared her favorite pizza toppings while he recounted an embarrassing moment from the last game he played in high school. Their laughter mingled with the music, a thread weaving them closer together.

“So, are you here on a trip?” Danny asked, genuinely curious.

“No, not really. I just moved here recently. Figured I’d see what all the fuss is about,” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious.

“You don’t mind doing things like this alone?” he asked, leaning in.

“Not at all. I’ve traveled solo everywhere. There’s something liberating about it. If I want to dance until my feet hurt, I’m going to do just that.” 

Danny admired her spirit. “I like that. Freedom has its own charm.”

As the music played on, the club morphed into a backdrop for their connection. With each laugh and shared glance, the air between them thickened with unspoken possibility.

“Okay, so… come dance with me,” Danny suggested, emboldened by their chemistry. She raised a brow, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“Aren’t your friends waiting for you?”

“They’ll figure out I’m not coming back,” he replied, extending his hand. She hesitated, then took it, a spark of adventure igniting in her smile.

They moved to the dance floor, lost in the rhythm and each other. As they swayed together, the music enveloped them, and it felt as if they were in their own little universe. The vibrant lights reflected off her eyes, making them glisten like stars in the night. Danny spun her around, her laughter ringing like music, and their eyes locked in a moment that felt electric.

Every brush of their arms sent shivers through him, and every shared smile drew them closer. His hand rested lightly on her waist, the proximity of their faces igniting a spark of undeniable chemistry. She seemed completely at ease dancing with this stranger who felt oddly familiar, her movements fluid and free.

With each playful tease, Danny's smile widened as their faces ended up mere centimeters apart, the tension between them palpable. Time seemed to suspend around them, leaving only the intoxicating connection they were weaving in the dim, pulsing light of the club.

After a while, they found a quieter spot near the bar, the energy of the club still buzzing but softer now, the crowd thinning out. “So, what do you do when you’re not dancing alone in clubs?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“I’m an artist. I paint. It helps me express everything I feel inside,” she revealed, her eyes brightening.

Danny leaned in, fascinated. “That’s amazing! What do you paint?”

“Mostly landscapes and portraits. I love capturing moments. You know, like this one,” she said, glancing around the club before settling her gaze back on him, a warmth spreading through their conversation.

The vibe shifted subtly as they both realized the night was coming to a close; the club was beginning to empty. “I guess it’s time for me to head out,” she said, glancing around.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll walk you out,” Danny replied, feeling an undeniable urge to extend their time together.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air wrapped around them, a stark contrast to the heat of the club. The world felt quieter now, but the electricity between them still felt very alive. “Speaking of embracing special moments, am I going to see you again?” he asked, his voice dipping with sincerity, eyes locked onto hers.

“Do you want to see me again?” she shot back, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, her breath warm and inviting in the night air.

“Uhh, yeah… I would. Only if that’s something you’d be interested in, too. No pressure,” Danny’s heart raced as he searched her gaze for an answer.

Her smile softened, and she extended her hand. “Hand me your phone for a sec.”

He handed it over, watching as she saved her number under “Y/N.” “This should be a good start,” she said, her tone light yet laced with significance.

“ I’m counting on you to not disappoint me.” Her gaze lingered on his, an unspoken confession pulsing between them, palpable and electric.

Just then, her Uber pulled up, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the street. “That’s my ride. I’ll talk to you later?” she said, glancing back with a playful smile that made his heart skip.

“Yeah… of course. Take care, (Y/N). It was truly a pleasure,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the moment was too precious to disturb.

“Same over here. Night, Danny.”

As she turned to leave, something inside him stirred, an irresistible urge to seize the moment. In one swift motion, he stepped closer, cupping her cheek with a gentle yet firm hand. Their eyes locked, and for a brief second, the world around them fell away. He leaned in, heart pounding, and their lips brushed softly, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a fleeting look of astonishment that quickly melted into a radiant smile. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, and in that heartbeat, everything else faded—the noise, the crowd, the night—leaving just the two of them suspended in their own private moment.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, a lingering warmth enveloped them. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, happiness dancing in her eyes. “Wow,” she whispered, as if still trying to process what had just happened. “I didn’t see that coming.”

He couldn’t help but smile back, the thrill of the moment coursing through him. “Neither did I,” he admitted softly, his voice low and sincere.

As the sound of the approaching car broke their bubble, she glanced back, knowing her ride was waiting. “I guess this is it for now,” she said, her tone a blend of reluctance and excitement.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, feeling a pang of disappointment mixed with hope.

With one last lingering gaze, she leaned in and whispered, “Goodbye, Danny,” her breath brushing against him like a whisper of promise.

He watched as she slipped into the backseat, his heart racing. With a gentle touch, he closed the car door, a final gesture filled with his warm charming smile. As the car pulled away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Days later, he found himself gazing at his phone, fingers hovering over the screen as he typed:

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

After hitting send, a smile spread across his face, the thrill of anticipation enveloping him like a warm embrace. She was different, and every part of him ached to uncover the countless details that made her who she was. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a connection that would change everything.

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Is it obvious that I’m a simp for Danny Ramirez?