#Ana de Armas x reader

[bonm4ti]

youre camera roll if you were dating ana de armas

- 🏷️ @yumcoldbrew

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You’ve been having an affair for a very long time now and your husband Tom’s grown suspicious. You tell him it’s girls’ night out and that you’re going out with Ana but he decides to follow you thinking that you’re lying and you’ll meet with some other man, so when he sees you and Ana pulling up in a motel, Tom is very confused. He needs to know what’s truly going on, and needs to see it with his own eyes so he gets out of the car and peeks through the windows. When he sees you and Ana making out, he’s so enraged he bursts through the door and demands answers screaming like a mad man.

[inspirationfandream]

Andrew Scott x Ana De Armas crossover

[dietcokeangel2004]

Knives Out ~ Ransom Drysdale

In for a penny, in for a pound

[marvelsgirl616]

[ 🎬 ]: knives out (2019): I love this movie sm. 😭

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

Your fiancé Henry never liked your friend Ana, in fact he was always a bit of an asshole to her. Just a few days before your wedding, you and Ana went out and had one too many drinks so she ended up kissing you and confessing that she was madly in love with you. She even begged you not to marry Henry. Somehow, Henry found out and even though he wasn’t surprised, he lost it. He was outside of Ana’s place the next day, waiting for her to come home, and at the sight of him, Ana drove off full speed. Henry got in his car and went after her and this whole thing turned into a highway pursuit as if Henry was a cop and Ana a criminal. The fight they got into over you was way out of proportion.

[hansensgirl]

warnings. | smut, fingering, dom/sub, reader is nude but dani isn’t, sex in an office, dani is on the phone, exhibitionism (?), dirty talk, praise, mild degradation, pet names (honey, dove, and more), begging, mentions/allusions to strapping, kissing, reader sits on dani’s thigh briefly, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairings. | Dani Miranda x Fem!Reader.

author’s note. | well… it’s been WAY too long. i’m not sure if i’m back but god do i miss it here. my twitter mutuals asked me for a concept and here i am to deliver. i haven’t written smut in forever 😭 happy pride month! @hansensfics (library blog). MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

It’s hot—sticky; you both know this. You practically glide on Dani’s expensive leather sofa, which came with the office but will have to go by the time she’s done with you. Even with the air conditioner on full blast, your skin is still so warm.

She tells you this, whispering in your ear while her hand works at your cunt. She’s got two of her fingers inside your dripping hole, middle and ring. They’re slender but strong—that’s how Dani is to the bone. You wouldn’t expect she could kill a man with just the twist of her legs, but she can.

You muffle your whimpers as best as possible, biting down on a pillow while Suzanne drones on about forms Dani has to fill out. They both hate this part of the job, the logistics and having to sit behind a desk for hours just because a building was blown up or some poor sod got his foot chopped off.

“Look at you, honey… You’re a mess,” she cooes, almost rubbing it in your face, and her palm rubs against your clit. “Please,” you whisper in her ear, hips bucking up as your hands reach for the soft material of her suit. Dani’s plump, pink lips pucker up when she shushes you, fingertips grazing your g-spot.

“What did Carmichael say about the Berlin situation?” she asks Suzanne, knowing the conversation will be longer than it should be. Your back rolls back in pleasure and annoyance, but when Dani’s fingers speed up, you melt right then and there.

Tingles blossom throughout your body—fully nude in an almost embarrassing contrast to your girlfriend’s entirely-clad form. Part of you wants to tug at each layer until she’s in her naked glory and all her responsibilities are forgotten. But the other part knows that with patience will come the greatest gift—the flesh-coloured silicon in her drawer at home.

As Dani continues to fuck you with her fingers, you palm at your breasts like she would. Hours of pleasure after days apart have taught you well. She hums in delight, thankfully coinciding with Suzanne's point about how frustrating it is to have Carmichael as a boss.

“Gonna come, dove? Hm?” she questions, nudging your face with her nose. You frantically nod when you begin to feel that pressure building up inside you. You know by the look on her face that it’ll be like this for the rest of the morning. “C’mon, you can do it, baby. You just gotta ask nicely, ‘kay?”

“Dani, please. Can I come? Please, please, please,” you quietly plead, hips rocking as your breathing quickens. Dani smiles at you—cherub-like, yet she has a glint of mischief in her beautiful eyes. You have to bite down on the cushion to keep quiet, and even then, you can’t stop the moans that tumble out of your mouth.

“Are you almost done with your paperwork? I need to double-check whether our stories match up if that’s alright with you,” Suzanne asks, and Dani hums.

“You can—go right ahead,” she says, looking you dead in the eyes while nodding subtly. At her words, you come undone completely. Your back arches as a whine gets caught in your throat. You soak Dani’s hand, and she continues to pump her fingers in and out of your pussy, muscles tightening around her. “Oh, gosh.”

“I’ll talk to you later. Lloyd is calling me, and you know how he gets,” Suzanne groans, but all Dani does is hum. Her phone beeps—the call is finally over.

You’re on her quicker than either of you can comprehend. Her fingers slip from your soaking pussy, and you clench around nothing, already missing her. You straddle one of Dani’s thighs and press your lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

She pulls away eventually, leaving you desperate, and it makes her smile. “Patience, honey. We have all day here.”

[buckystevelove]

The sluttiest man I have ever seen.

[niobe-loreley]

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvii}

AND NOW~ IT WAS TIME~ FOR TUMBLR TO DROWN IN THE SWEET SORROW OF THIS FIC'S 17TH CHAPTER

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 16 was the icon Chapter 17 is the legend

word count: 3.9k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

This has got to be kidnapping.

Yet how can it be when you're not even verbally struggling to escape?

The only physical binding you have is your sprained ankle. If you didn't have that, you can easily jump out of the car.

But you dare not anger Court any further. He might not let you leave them until you ripen of old age.

Would that be so bad, though?

You blush, sharply averting your gaze out the window as if it would throw the thought away. Being with Court and Claire in less than three hours for thrice a week should be enough for friends hanging out.

Right?

So, why are you wishing for more time?

Why are you always at the edge of your seat waiting for them?

Why is it always hard to watch them walk out of the cafe without you?

The answers are obvious. You just don't want to indulge them again, especially after what happened tonight.

"Home runnnn!" Claire shouts happily as she races through the garage. She certainly looked like she batted a ball out of the field, arms raised overhead, open-mouthed grin, and keys dangling noisily.

You and Court stay silent as Claire unlocks the door. He has you in his arms again, but you don't breathe a complaint this time.

"Want to take a bath, (N/N)?" Claire asks when the three of you entered the guestroom.

You nod. "Sure, that'd be grand."

Court gently sets you down on the bed. "Do you, um, need help?" he questions with a red face, "Taking a bath?"

You laugh. "I'm not that incapacitated, dude. Just get me a chair, towel, and clothes."

"Here's a towel!" Claire gets one from the closet and deposits it on the bed in a flash, "I'll go get a plastic chair!"

She's out of the room before either of you can blink.

"What a proactive teen," you comment amusedly before the silence becomes awkward.

Court snorts in agreement, looks at you for a few seconds, and turns away. "Hey, listen, you can borrow my clothes for the time being."

"Do you have my kind of underwear this time?" you tease.

"About the underwear.. we can buy some tomorrow morning." Court awkwardly rubs his nape, "There's a— what do you call this.. a small market at the park tomorrow. It's always there every Saturday, from 6 AM to 10 AM."

"A tiangge?"

"Yeah, that!"

"Alright, it'd probably be good for me to walk around tomorrow."

"Who says you'll be walking around?"

"Uh, I did?"

"No, you're staying in the car."

"What?"

"My house, my car, my rules."

You chuckle. "Court, seriously.. what are you doing? This is rather sweet and all, but you're lowkey scaring me." you swiftly add to ease his growing anxiety, "It's scary in a funny way, actually. But I'm getting worried that you're over-worrying about me."

He glances down at the floor. "Isn't this what friends do?" and peers at you with eyes so dubious it's as though he doesn't know the meaning of friends.

"Yeah, it is.. and I would do the same for you, it's just that…" you look straight into his eyes, "This kind of overworrying feels different. I can't help but think it feels different. This, us, we.. feel different. But I don't want to think it does, I want to know." 

You're quick to realize what you just said, their weight and meaning, so you let out a loud laugh. Hopefully it will dispel your statements.

"Or maybe it's just me!— Me being silly ol' me," you snicker.

Yet Court is looking at you as though he understands the facade you're wearing.

"What's so funny?" Claire drags a monoblock chair into the room.

You shake your head. "I was just mimicking Flint Lockwood."

"You know Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs?!"

"Know it? I've watched it a hundred times!"

"There! Good as new!" Claire declares, satisfied.

After taking a bath, the father-daughter duo helped you with your wounds again. Claire has just finished bandaging your elbow. While Court went to get another compression bandage after leaving an ice pack on your ankle.

"Kiara.. may I ask you something?"

She snorts. "Of course. And no need to be all formal."

"How did you and Kurt find me?"

Claire freezes, the look on her face somewhat resembles a search engine loading continuously due to a weak internet. "Um, well.. we were going to invite you to watch a movie with us," she smiles sheepishly, "It's Friday. And it's been a while.

"Anyway, we knew you were going to Lillia's, so we turned around and drove to the hotel. We got there just as you were being chased."

You resist a shudder when you hear derisive howling in your ears. You wonder how long those guys will be in your mind, their laughs and hoots bouncing back and forth, reverberating your skull.

"I'm glad you two turned around," you smile at Claire with glassy eyes. "Thank you, Kiara."

She's stunned until tears brim her eyes. But Claire doesn't let them fall. "Don't just thank me. It's Six who beat their asses," she snickers.

"Who?" you ask.

"What?" Claire replies and freezes in realization.

"(Y/N), are you hungry?" Court inquires, sidling in the room.

"No, thank you." you glance at him from head to toe, "How about you? Didn't all that ass kicking got you starving?"

"Not really." Court sits on a chair at the edge of the bed. He takes off the ice pack from your ankle, which he towel-dries before he mindfully wraps a compression bandage around it.

He's too focused on your sprain while you're so engrossed watching him that neither of you notice Claire sneaking out of the room.

"Hey, can you come over here and hand me the ice pack?"

Court just finishes bandaging your sprain. Yet he wastes no time obliging you. This, again, neither of you notices.

"You found another welt on you?" he asks, sounding like he's half-joking (but he's not).

You snatch the ice pack from him and press it up against his left jaw. Court is monumentally unprepared for the "assault" that he winces in pain.

"Nope! Found a bruise on you, though." you say, snickering.

Court lets the astonishment wash over him. "You notice that?" he asks, somewhat amazed.

"At first, I thought it was a tattoo."

"Really?"

"No, I'm joking."

"Oh.."

You snort. "Doofus."

"Twerp," he fires back, flaring.

You double over, laughing. But you still have the ice pack steady on his jaw. "Sometimes you're a sore loser," you examine his face for any more injuries, but it's hard when he's scrunching it up to a scowl. "No, scratch that, you are one."

"And you're just infuriating. All. The. Time." he remarks with hardening emphasis.

"But you love me," you intone jokingly.

Court stares at you, astounded. And as the blood creep up his face, your laugh dies down in shame.

He knows you're joking, right?

You know you were joking.. right?

Sure, you like-like him, but you wouldn't call it love. Infatuation is more like it. Or stirrings, as Captain Jack Sparrow termed it.

Your inner self gives you an unimpressed look.

'Ok, fine.. feelings.'

Court calls your name.

"Huh? What?" you snap out of your stupor.

Court grabs the ice pack from you and off his jaw. "I asked if you want to call somebody." he says with genuine concern.

"Oh… I don't think I can talk to anybody about what happened just yet."

"Okay," he pauses, "Sorry.. I thought you'd feel better if you talked to Mindy. Or maybe Erick."

You chuckle. "I would if we were still dating."

Court blinks at you.

You elaborate. "I mean, we were only dating. He's not really my boyfriend in the first place."

"So… You two aren't dating anymore?" Court asks.

"That's right." you nod and pretend like your heart is not leaping up your throat because of what you plan to say next. "I told Erick I can't  date him anymore because I realized I already like someone else. Even before him."

"So," he hums inquisitively, "You're dating this someone now?"

You shake your head, smiling sadly. "No, I haven't told him I like him yet."

He gulps. "Why is that?"

"Because after what happened tonight, as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."

Court is looking at you like you're a thousand-piece puzzle.

You blush. "I know I've liked this guy for a long while now. And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."

Silence spreads to every corner of the room. And if it weren't for the crickets serenading outside, the silence would be awkward the way it should be.

Court is still saying nothing. He has his eyes on the floor and you have no idea what's going on in his mind.

Typically, you're that friend who advises their other friends to just say it— do it!— Don't ride the merry-go-around.

Yet here you are, dangling on one of the carousel horses as it spins for all eternity.

"You should get some rest." Court says finally.

"Huh?"

"I said, you should get some rest."

"Oh… That's what I thought you said."

He hauls out something from his jacket pocket. "Here.. the channel is all set," he nods at the walkie-talkie, "Keep it open and call me as soon as you need me— or anything."

"Sure," you grab the device absentmindedly. "Good night."

"Good night."

And then he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

You look at the transceiver, place it on the bedside drawer, and expel a hefty sigh. "Ang tanga mo talaga," you tell yourself, forcibly lying down. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You should've just told him!— Why didn't you tell him? Oh right, because I'm an idiotic, no good, shit for brains, twat!"

A sharp twinge rises up your leg as a scratching pain erupts from the rest of your body. "Ow, ow, ow," you stop thrashing, slowly placing your sprained ankle atop the pillow it was on. You sigh exasperatedly, "I'm such a dumbass."

"You're such a dumbass!"

"Excuse me?" Court glares at Claire over his shoulder as they climb up the stairs.

She rolls her eyes. "Her message was as clear as the archipelago sun!"

"Whose?"

"(N/N), duh!"

He furrows his brows. "What message?"

She snaps her fingers. "And that's why you're such a dumbass."

"Fine. Whatever. Just get to bed."

"Fine! Let's all see how this stupidity between you and (N/N) plays out!"

Claire storms in her room and noisily shuts the door before Court can retort. He ponders what she's got to be mad about.

He takes a short bath, sets another set of clothes aside for you, and checks the house's security.

No one's after you three.

That's not just why Court suggested you stay with them for a few days. This is better than you staying all night at the cafe alone. And like hell he'll ever leave you alone after what happened tonight.

Court checks the handgun under his pillow as he looks at the guestroom's feed.

If someone did come after them, he'll have no choice but to take you with him and Claire.

Suddenly, he recalls what you said earlier as he lays on the bed.

"...as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."

You're not talking about him, right?

"I know I've liked this guy for a long while now—"

There's just no way, right?

"—And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."

Court abruptly sits upright. "Fuck!" he breathes out, wishing he can do the same to the heat in his cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself, man. You're 100% uncertain."

Maybe you were just delirious from the trauma.

Yeah, that's plausible. 

But also worrisome.

Court glances over to his desk, where the security feed is showing any events live inside, outside, and ten meters around the house. But he's focused on one feed: the guestroom.

You're fast asleep already. And how you're so unmoving sets paranoia ablaze in his veins. 

He has the right to worry, right?

So, it's okay for him to switch on the guestroom's camera audio and cranks it up until he hears your breathing, right?

He puts on one earbud and doesn't dwell on the fact that what he's doing is downright creepy.

Setting up a tablet beside him on the bed, Court finds the security feed on the device. He then lies back down and tries closing his ends. Not after a minute, he ends up watching you on the screen.

'Hopeless..'

He ignores his demons snickering at him.

As he continues eyeing the security feed of the premises, particularly you, Court doesn't realize he fell asleep.

Until he hears you scream.

"NO! NO! STOP— PLEASE!"

Court practically becomes The Flash. He bolts down to the guestroom before his eyes can fully open.

He shouts your name as he bursts in the room. Opening the lights, he finds that you have no (external) attacker.

You're sitting down, yet you looked like you ran a marathon. "Hey, Kurt," you wipe the cold sweat off your brow. "I'm so sorry for waking you."

He stammers. "No. Not really, I.. I just got up to get some water."

You glance at the time, 1:35 AM. "Still, sorry for disturbing you and shit."

Court sighs. "Stop apologizing. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Maybe 99 more to get it through my thick skull?"

"That's probably not enough."

You laugh, shaking your head, and you scratch behind your ear. "Did I wake Claire up, too?"

Court glances out the door when he hears footsteps. Claire carefully rounds the corner, armed with a handgun dipped towards the floor. 

"No, she's still asleep." he blankly says as he turns back to you.

You heave a brow. "Why are you lying?"

Court is taken aback. Was he that obvious? No one can usually read him, not even Claire; although, Donald and Margaret used to.

"Oh, Claire!" you holler in a singsong voice.

The teen reluctantly peers in the room, hiding her weapon behind her. "H-Hiya," she smiles nervously.

You chuckle. "The two of you should get back to bed. I'm sorry for getting you out of there in the first place."

"It wasn't your fault you had a nightmare, (N/N)." says Claire. "Would—"

"Would you like some company?" Court asks just before the teen could. He looks at her in befuddlement, while she sneers maniacally at him.

"No, you two should rest." you give a small smile, "I'll be fine."

Except you didn't get to be.

For the past three hours, you've woken up from several nightmares. Only a few of them did you wake up screaming. Sometimes you can't even sleep immediately because it takes you back to the same bad dream. 

It takes all of Court's might not to barge back in the guestroom, lay down next to you, and kick all those nightmares in the ass.

After your first nightmare, Court hasn't slept a wink. He returned to his room and watched you through the security feed. When you've had your second nightmare, he quickly sets up the sandbag in his room and starts whaling on it.

But there's only so much that he can take from hearing your cries. He tried muting your security feed, yet for some reason, it's worse than before.

So, Court has selfishly decided that you need someone with you tonight. Whether you like it or not. 

He waited until you're back in deep sleep after a nightmare.

Without little to no sound, Court sneaks into the guestroom and places a chair beside the bed. And as he sits there, it just hits him that he doesn't know what the fuck to do. You'll probably have a heart attack when you wake up and find him staring at you.

How should he comfort you?

He pinches himself when the first thought he has is to get in bed with you. There's got to be another way other than that— it'll be the last resort.

You suddenly let out a grunt, stirring, and Court flinches, readying to flee. But you're still asleep. It's another nightmare.

Court spots your clenched fist and tightens his jaw. He looks at your grimacing face, and for some reason, it's similar to your concentrating face. Now, here's a thought: what if you're suppressing yourself for him and Claire? So that you won't wake them up because of your nightmares.

He chuckles in both disbelief and admiration. That'd truly be you. Even when you're having trouble, you're still looking after them.

Breathing in and out, Court takes your balled hand in both of his. He strokes your fist, tracing patterns on your skin until he feels your muscles release their contraction. Gently, he unfurls your tightened fingers and soothes them one by one.

Compared to his, your appendages are small and smooth. It astonishes him how a hard worker such as yourself has dainty hands. But he stands corrected when he feels a few callouses. Nevertheless, your hand fascinates him.

What would it feel like to hold both of your hands in his own?

The thought is cut short when he feels crescent marks on your palm. Court frowns at that and then at you. "Idiot.. stop taking on everything by yourself," he whispers and carefully holds your hand in both of his. "I'll be here for you, (Y/N). I am here. You just.. gotta see me."

For the second time tonight, Court has fallen asleep watching you.

And once again, you're the one to wake him. But not with a scream this time.

"Court," you softly call, tugging on his hands.

With his name like a feather on your lips, everything within him stirs wildly into life. But he doesn't show that effect you have on him.

He slowly rises from slumping on the bed. "Hey, sorry, did I scare you?" he blurts out with one eye still closed.

You chuckle. "No, you didn't."

"Get back to sleep. I'll just be here."

"Why don't you..?"

"Hm?" Court blinks at you curiously.

You fight back the blush, scoot further in the bed, and pat the space beside you. "I don't think you're comfortable there. Why don't you sleep here instead?"

He gulps. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing here first?"

"Will you answer me honestly? Or tell me to shut up and rest?" you question amusedly.

"Both?" he stifles a grin.

You shortly laugh before you tug him towards you. It doesn't take long for him to fold. Just you holding his hand is enough to make Court roll over for you.

He worriedly climbs in the bed—

"Oh, wait!"

"What?!"

"Let's switch."

".. Why?"

You redden. "I don't want you sleeping on my sweat, man! Understand?!"

He looks at you for a few seconds and sputters out a laugh. "Alright, fine," he says before you can chastise him for laughing. You scoot over as he rounds the bed, "There. Happy?"

"Very," you nod and settle down.

"Oh, wait!" he exclaims this time.

"What?!"

Court returns to his room to retrieve his clothes that you were going to wear later in the morning. "Change. You stink." he chucks them to you, sneering.

"Go away, then." you snarl.

"Like hell I would."

"Just turn around, moron!"

He obliges, snickering, and when he faces away from you, horrific realization strikes like vicious lightning across his chest. 

You're undressing. With him still in the room. And it's just the two of you. Has he mentioned that you're currently undressing?

His demons are biting into the side of his neck, yanking at him to look over at you. This is bad. His self-control is losing a lot of blood.

"Need any help?"

Yup, that's significant blood loss right there.

"No, I got this. Thanks, Kurt."

After an eternity (minute) of suffering..

"Done!" you exhale, relieved.

And so did Court. 

He rigidly gets in the bed without glancing at you. His self-control needs recharging, it doesn't help that you're half-an-arms length away. But even just a visual on you is lethal.

The two of you are staring at the ceiling. Until you turn your head to Court, just as he risks a glance at you. His self-control can't charge anymore.

You grin apologetically. "Sorry for keeping you up. Let's get some rest," and roll on your side, facing away from him. "Good night."

"Yeah, night." he replies, staring at your back.

Before horrendous thoughts can start invading his mind, Court notices something amusing. 

He stifles a grin, his shirt is like a blanket on you. The way it hangs on you with too many folds screams that you're wearing an extremely baggy top. It'll never not be entertaining to have you in his clothes. What's more, only ⅓ of your feet are sticking out the hem of his joggers.

This time, Court doesn't fall asleep watching you. Because with you up close, he's granted visual acuity to scrutinize you evenly.

Your hair doesn't appear damp despite the cold sweat you're experiencing from the nightmares.

The curve of your shoulder somewhat displays tenacity and elegance simultaneously.

How can such a tiny body hold so much strength and carry such burdens?

Eventually, the nightmares are back. And Court is ready for them.

As soon as you're stirring abnormally and moaning in fear, Court props onto his elbow and carefully grabs your shoulder. He calls your name, shaking you gently.

You jolt awake, breathing heavily. "Court," you look at him, the fear in your wide eyes diminishing gradually. "Did I wake you?"

"No," says Court, steeling his resolve. "Come here."

You almost didn't understand what he said. Until he pulls you to him. And you move compliantly.

Court shimmies his arm under your head, while the other clutches your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between your back and his chest.

You stifle a squeak when he slips a leg between yours. "Sorry," he says in your hair, "Just gotta get this.."

He clasps the edge of the pillow with his toes and carefully reels it. "Lift your left leg up," he tells you, and you oblige. He leaves the pillow between your legs and grabs the one you lifted. "You can put this down now."

He helps you in setting your sprained ankle down on the pillow.

"Good girl."

Oh, damn..

Thank the heavens you're not facing him right now. He'd probably mistake your face for a stove.

"No nightmare is getting to you now."

"Huh?"

You feel him moving his face against the back of your head.

"I said," he pauses, voice low, breaths fanning on your ear. "No nightmare is getting to you now. Because I'm protecting you."

Your heart finds it hard to go back to its place after cartwheeling up your throat. And when it's reminded of the position you and Court are presently in, your heart threatens to roll out your mouth.

"The nightmares are in my head, though." you chuckle, placing a hand on the arm you're resting your head on, you reach for his hand. "Thank you."

Court watches, with fireworks gleefully exploding in his chest, as you intertwine your hand with his. When the festivities calm down, he gives your hand a squeeze.

"You're always welcome, (Y/N)."

A/N: these chapters will be all FOR NOW~ I am continuing this fic y'all, albeit it'll be from time to time (ehem month to month huhuhuhu)

The door to Chapter 18 is blocked

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Being a Thrombey and Being with Marta Cabrera

Headcanon

How it Started…

You were Harlan’s favorite grandchild. You’re the second born after Hugh or Ransom as he prefers to be called.

Unlike the rest of the family, you were actually interested in writing like your grandfather. You could pick his brain for hours. He always loved when you brought him your latest novel or screenplay.

It was under one such occasion that you met Marta. She had just begun her time as Harlan’s nurse and you were instantly smitten. Her smile, her demeanor, her spirit. It just made your heart beat out of your chest.

You and her started hanging out after her shifts with Harlan. Little cups of coffee lead to lunches and dinners.

Harlan, despite what others might say, approved of you and her. He often found the three way conversations to be lifting to his spirits. As far as he knew, you and Marta were his real family. Everyone else was a parasite.

What it’s Like…

Marta is devoted to her family and they welcome you with open arms. You join Marta and her mother for breakfast before driving Marta to Harlan’s estate.

You’ll sneak little gifts to Marta when Harlan’s not looking. You’ll give her little nose kisses.

Your favorite thing about her is her eyes. You love to kiss her fingertips and nose. She’ll giggle every time you do that.

She loves your lips and holding on to you. You’re her rock in a storm.

She loves laying in your arms, staring into your eyes. It makes her feel loved

You’ll bounce ideas off of her and she’ll be as constructive as possible. You encourage her to take night classes to eventually get her doctorate.

The rest of the Thrombey family wasn’t aware of your relationship with her. Knowing them, they would’ve thought it beneath them to date the help.

You propose to her after setting up an elaborate puzzle with Harlan’s help. Marta, once she figured it out, simply nodded her head fiercely before diving into your arms, crying tears of joy.

You marry her with only Harlan Thrombey and Marta’s family as your witnesses.

Right Before Knives Out…

The family arrived for Harlan’s birthday. Before then you were mostly defending Marta’s honor and name against the racist attacks of your uncle. Trying to play peacekeeper.

You and Marta try to play nice but occasionally you sneak away to soothe her nerves. She collapses in your arms after one particularly nasty word.

“Your family will never love me” she states through her tears.

“But I do. I love you. You are my family” you whisper to her, “them out there? They’re parasites” you kiss her fingertips to comfort her.

Knives Out…

Harlan’s birthday started out normal and then came the “suicide”. Marta was shaken. You didn’t know the full reason why at the time.

And then came the police and Benoit Blanc. Surprisingly the southern detective is a fan of your work.

And then came the will, Harlan left everything to you and Marta. The family practically freaked out.

Marta explained everything to you instead of talking with Ransom. Being the burgeoning detective that you are, you knew something was up.

You convince Marta to be upfront and honest with Blanc. He was immediately convinced of your wife’s innocence.

The three of you set a trap and Ransom sprung it. Culprit arrested and case closed.

Now there’s only the family to worry about.

You threw your Uncle Walter a bone and gave him a mystery film screenplay that you and Harlan wrote in secret. If he wants a movie, that’s the only one he’ll get.

As for Blanc, you still talk to him from time to time. You send a a Christmas card to him and his husband. You and Marta have gotten into playing Among Us with them.

Whatever happens next, you’ll stand next to Marta. You’ll kiss away every fear and try to run the company in the way Harlan would’ve wanted.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Somebody needs to find/make a gif out of the last screne from “Ghosted” where Cole is waiting for Sadie before the theatre with his books.

Why? Because it’s damn sexy and I need a new gif for my professor Steve fic (there are only so many Professor vibe gifs of him out there and 👏 we 👏 need 👏 more).

Thanks for listening - please contact me if you find it.

Meg out ✌️

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 24: “The one where Tony has a flashback”

A/N: School is killing me atm but I wanted to give you all something to read in the meantime. I have already started on the next chapter so I'll try to get it to you all by sunday, again. But I before I let you read I want to thank everyone who's read my story so far. It means alot to me.

Pairing: Tony Stark x OC F! Reader

Warnings: Just fluff

Word count: 1k+ words

1999.

Tony.

I was quietly sitting fixing up something in my lab, when I dropped my screwdriver on the ground I sighed and grunted when I went to pick it up but it rolled under my desk so I had to crawl under it. “Damn it, where are you” I grunted. I crawled all over the ground when I saw a pair of feet standing in front of me.

“You looking for this?” a soft voice entered my ears, making the hairs on my neck stand up. I  scrunched my eyes really hard before I looked up. My eyes get a glimpse of her shoes. She looked down at me a grin on her face, the screwdriver in her hand. She gave it back to me reached out her hand towards me and pulled me up. (not so fluently, however)

“Yeah, thank you” I chuckled softly. I walked back to my desk and sat down. She followed me back, like a lost puppy. “Can I help you, Darling?” I put emphasis on the word ‘darling’. She smiled and showed me the tv-remote.

“I don’t know how this works. There are too many buttons” She shifted on her feet uncomfortably. Her face flushed red when I laughed a little too loud. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. She constantly looked down at her hands and constantly avoided my eyes.

“It’s fine” I wiped my hands and walked back upstairs with her. It’s only been 6 months since she got here. She was still getting used to the new environment. She gets startled easily and I had to save her from traffic multiple times. I guessed the amount of stimuli must’ve doubled.

“So, what’s the problem?” I asked when we got to the living room. She shifted on her feet again.

“I was watching this show, Friends, I guess. But I accidently pushed the wrong buttons and I can’t find it again” I laughed again. She handed me the remote again and I set it to the right channel again.

She smiled and plopped down next to me. “Thank you” she quipped. She was so innocent and quiet. I felt guilty that I couldn’t help her.

“No problem, but you know there’s like 5 other seasons that go before that” I stated. Her head jerked up.

“Really?” she asked, her voice soft. A small smile on her face, for what seemed the first time in months. I got up, grunting from the sofa. All those hours sitting down on a chair in the lab aren’t exactly the best for my health. But it was better than just sitting in meetings all day deciding if we should sell more weapons to the U.S. government.

I went to the DVD holder next to the TV, grabbed the first season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., and put it in the DVD player. “Now it’ll make much more sense I guess. Can’t seem to figure out why this Rachel girl is so mad at this guy, ehm” she snapped her fingers.

“Ross?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. She giggled and nodded very fast.

The first episode started playing. Ransom's head turned to the TV. If she could put her head against it I think she would. I was so caught up in staring at her that I didn’t notice hours go by.

Her head was resting against my shoulder when I heard light snoring coming from her. I was scared to move and wake her up. She looked like she didn’t get any sleep for a while now. She looked so peaceful. So I just sat there In silence, listening to her snore. It was only then that I also noticed how tired I was.

My eyes felt heavy and I fell asleep. My head resting on top of hers, my arm laying on her shoulder. I couldn’t help but notice that warm feeling in my chest welling up. But I stopped myself from pursuing whatever it was that I was feeling.

It was about three hours later when I was woken up by the phone ringing. Ransom jumped up her eyes wide and frightened by the noise. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

I rubbed my face to wake myself up. I took the phone off the horn and greeted whoever it was that interrupted our blissful sleep. “This is Tony,” I said, sleepily. My head resting against the back of the couch.

I looked at Ransom who was still distraught by the sudden noise that woke her up. I grabbed her hand to help her calm down while listening to Pepper rambling on. Turns out That I had missed a very important meeting. I didn’t want her to keep talking anymore so I tried to cut her off. “Alright Pepper. I’m still the boss so we can reschedule whatever meeting I missed.” I said to her. Feeling very irritated by the fact that the first little sleep I had in days got interrupted by some stupid meeting. “So please don’t call me until I call you,” I said harshly before I hung up.

I sighed and laid my head against the back of the couch again. “Are you okay?” Ransom asked, she looked at me, worried by my sudden burst of anger. I wasn’t normally like this I don’t know what got over me. Maybe it was the distraught look on her face when she got startled. Every time I looked at her I couldn’t help myself, but I had to protect her. It’s a promise I made to my father. I smiled at her, trying to calm her down again. “Yeah, I am. I’m sorry for scaring you” I squeezed her hand tightly.

“It’s okay, sweetheart” She smiled at me, her eyes glowing with kindness. “Can we resume watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.?” She asked. Her voice was soft. “I think I fell asleep.” her face flushed when I laughed.

“Sure, we can watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S.” I leaned back down, placing my feet on the table. “Do you want some popcorn?” I asked.

Next part

[antoniamarshall24]

Staying Alive cast

Masterlist

To be honest, I was going to make some posters for each character and then post the cast of this book. But I didn't have much time, and since I wanted to post the prologue today, I just made a list of the characters and their faceclaims.

[inspirationfandream]

multicrossover AU:

Criminal!Andrew Scott & Detective!Ana De Armas

Drew Starkey & Emily Rudd

Stefan Salvatore & Book!Elena Gilbert

Justin Foley & Jules Vaughn

Modern!Eddie Munson & Maeve Wiley

Ser Criston Cole & OC!Velaryon AU

[isabelldrabbles]

Dani Miranda x Reader

Imagine: You wake up in the middle of the night, a bruised Dani Miranda in front of your door.

warnings: fluff, black eyes and bruises

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Awakened by a loud thunder, you wake up. The temperature in your room is muggy and oppressive, you can hardly breathe. The window panes reflect the lightning over the city. You sigh.

You turn to your bedside table and take a sip of water from your glass. As you put it down, you glance at the neon numbers on your alarm clock. 11.38 p.m. It's going to be a long night.

You wake up again. This time it is not because of the thunderstorm, which has turned into a soothing downpour over the hours, but because of a distant ringing. Maybe it was just a bell in your dream. Ring. Ring. Nope, real life. Who else is awake at this hour? You sigh again and straighten up. As you put your feet on the floor and search for your slippers, you glance at the clock. 2.56 a.m.

On your way out of your bedroom, you put on your dressing gown as you walk and run your fingers dreamily along the wall of the room until you finally hit the switch for the light. As the lamps for the corridor and the living area switch on, you are dazzled and curse softly. You check again that the bucket for all emergencies is next to the pull-out couch before you take the last steps to the door. It wouldn't be the first time that former school friends and family members stayed at your place after partying at the club nearby.

Ring. Ring.

"Jesus Christ." You roll your eyes aggressively. "Sorry I‘m not faster at this hour!" You unlock the locks and turn the doorknob. As you carefully open the door and look up from below, you are surprised.

"Dani?!"

The brunette stands in front of you in a fancy black designer dress. And she's bleeding.

"Shit Dani, what have they done to you?" You look in shock at her black eye and the wounds on her face.

"I didn't know exactly where to go and then I remembered you live in Vienna ... and now I'm here. I shouldn't have come here, sorry. It was stupid."

"Well, you're already here and you've already woken me up. Now come in, knowing you, you have no time to waste." You pull her into the flat by one hand and close the door. Dani looks at you nervously. "I was going to check in with you after what happened in Zurich, but-" "How bad from one to five is it? Are you being followed, are you in bad trouble or 'just' an unpleasant confrontation?" You interrupt her as you walk towards the bathroom. She follows you and looks down at the floor in shame. "An unpleasant confrontation."

You open the medical kit in the mirror and take out bandages, plasters, alcohol to disinfect and painkillers. "Here, sit down." You flip the lid on the toilet and point to it as you soak a pad with alcohol.

"You-you don't have to do this." Dani's tired voice rings out in the sound of the bathroom.

"I know I'm not a super agent. But even kids in kindergarten have scrapes that need to be treated all the time." Dani smiles gratefully and then winces in pain as she moves her face too much. "Hold still." You step closer to her and place the bandages against the windowsill. In one hand you hold the cotton wool to disinfect, with the other you brush her messy hair out of her face and gently turn her head. She puts her hand on the wrist of your hand. After a short silence and the occasional hiss of pain, you clear your throat.

"What happened?" You ask quietly, as if that would cause her to tell you more.

Dani helplessly whispers your name. "You know I can't tell you that."

"CIA business, I see." You twist the bottle of alcohol shut and throw the used cotton bits into the bin. You now stick plasters on her wounds and have to concentrate very hard on them so as not to get lost in her eyes.

"You know what, actually I don't understand anything. I hate it. I hate that I don't get to see you much. I hate that most of the time I can only see you when you're hurting and need help. I hate that every time I hear the news, I'm scared that I'm going to hear that CIA agents have been killed. That I can't even hear once in a while if you're still alive and how you're doing. I hate that I can't call you when I've had a bad day. I hate that I can never celebrate good news with you. I hate that I can't forget you. But most of all, I hate that I can't hate you for it."

Dani looks at you with an open mouth, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She straightens up as you frantically pack the medical supplies. "I- I-" She whimpers and looks ashamed at the floor. "Um," she gulps, "I'm losing blood." "Damn it!" You immediately drop everything and catch her as you notice her collapse.

———

"That beautiful dress." You whine softly, preparing it for a wash. You haven't been able to sleep yet - after the first aid, cleaning blood and all the adrenaline, you've lost all sense of tiredness...or at least suppressed it.

"It was Louis Vuitton." You turn quickly to the voice and look at Dani in surprise. "Oh god, my heart!." You blurt, reaching for your heart. You take a couple of steps towards the bed. "How are you?"

"I've been better-" you take a breath to say something "but I've also been worse." You nod, half-convinced, and sit down on the edge of the bed. "I should hope so, this is my bed you're lying in after all." You joke.

"And I'm extremely grateful to you for that." Dani takes your hand. "I mean it. Thank you." Her black eye and wounds - now covered with zoo animal plasters - mark her otherwise elegant and soft face.

"You're welcome." You squeeze her hand and notice a loose plaster. You gently run your hand over it, then stroke her chin with your hand. You've really memorised the feel of her skin. You slide a little closer.

"I don't work for the CIA anymore. Today was my last assignment." Dani whispers, still holding your hand, trying to control her breathing while you are so close.

"What?" You look at her in disbelief. "No more being an agent?"

"Kind of. I'm not incredibly popular there at the moment. So we have a deal. And-" She closes her eyes briefly for courage. "It's getting time to settle down and, who knows, I might want to start a family."

You grin uncontrollably and slowly but surely brush against Dani's lips. "I'm sorry about that, for you and your career." Dani laughs and shakes her head carefully. "No you're not."

You bite your lips lightly as you practically hover over her lips. "No, I'm not. I'm done hating. Today is love." Dani pushes you away and holds her hands over her face as she laughs heartily. "Did you just recite a Tiktok sound? You're crazy."

"And how I am." You fling yourself onto the bed and turn your head in her direction.

"How lucky I was to never forget you." Dani pulls your face towards her with both hands and kisses you passionately.

You break your kiss and stroke her cheek with your thumb. "No unannounced departures?"