#Hans Gruber fell from Nakatomi Plaza

[dinosaurwithablog]

Well, I just finished watching Die Hard for the third time this month, but it's the day after Thanksgiving so it's time to start the Christmas season. I just watched Hans Gruber fall from Nakatomi Plaza, which means that it is time to celebrate Christmas!!! I love this movie and How the Grinch Stole Christmas narrated by Boris Karloff!! They are my 2 favorite Christmas movies!! Happy holidays to everyone. Let's be kind and treat each other with love and brotherhood. Peace on earth and goodwill towards man 🙏🏼 Spread all the love you can all around your world and be happy!!! That's my plan!!! ALWAYS ❤️💚❤️🙏🏼

Happy holidays to all!!! ❤️

That's a photo of my favorite Christmas t shirt 😁

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: shivering certainty

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, mention of death, hans fakes his death

A chill went down my spine as I stood next to the get away car. The boys would be piling into the ambulance by now but all time had stopped as I watched someone fall from the top of the building. My eyes were trained on the body, watching as it landed. Shaking, I climbed into the car and started it up. I dialed the phone as I drove, being careful to stay away from police cars and blockades.

“pick up. Pick up dammit.” I muttered as the phone continued to ring. Hanging up in frustration I tried again. “Hans you fucking ass. Pick up the damn phone. Prove to me it isn’t you. Prove it isn’t you who took a dive.” The ringing continued in my ear as I refused to hang up a second time. “Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I pulled over in front of a hotel. It wasn’t the rendezvous point but I needed a second. I slammed the phone down as tears fell down my cheeks. The radio kicked in as I laid my head on the wheel.

“The hostage situation at nakatomi plaza has finally ended. Police confirmed that the man who fell from the 30th floor was in fact the leader of the situation, Hans Gruber. It is reported that he died from injuries sustained in the fall. Also found dead were a large number of terrorists as well as one of the hostages. Another hostage has reportedly gone into premature labor due to stress she experienced throughout the night. One member of the terrorist group was taken into custody in the parking garage.” The reporter said as I lifted my head.

“Theo.” I whispered, fresh tears streaming down my face. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. I passed by nakatomi plaza and saw them loading stretchers covered with sheets into the back of an ambulance. I bit my lip to stop from crying again as I continued to the rendezvous point. There wasn’t any point in going there now but if Theo was in custody, I had to grab the go bags. If there were police there I could keep driving until I reached the final point. I sighed as I noticed a large police presence at the motel we’d picked. Theo hadn’t wasted any time talking. Picking up the phone, I dialed the only other number I had memorized.

“Hans?” My breath hitched as Simon answered the phone.

“sorry Simon.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Hans…uh Hans didn’t…”

“shit.” Simon cursed. “Get to the airfield. We’re taking off as soon as you get here.”

“copy.” I said before hanging up. I floored it and made it to the hanger in record time. Slamming on the breaks, the tires squealed as I stopped next to the plane. I got out and grabbed what I could from the car. “Simon! A little help!” I yelled. Simon appeared in the doorway and ran down to grab the rest of the bags.

“but them in the cabin. They’ll never check there should we get stopped.” I nodded as I climbed into the plane. I tossed the bags into the passenger seat before turning around and freezing.

“hello darling.” Hans said, smiling before taking a drink. I blinked at him. “Miss me?”

“Hans? You…but you…fell…” I stammered. “Thirty stories…” Hans came over and hugged me.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He pressed a kiss to my head. Simon climbed in as Hans led me to a seat.

“you didn’t tell them?” Simon grumbled as he readied the plane for take off. Hans shrugged with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He teased. “Just get us out of here safely baby brother. We have some catching up to do.” Hans said as he led me to the bed in the back of the plane, kissing my head softly as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

“but you died.” I stuttered, looking at Hans. He kissed me softly before gently pushing me on the bed.

“I know darling. It was a decoy.” He soothed, caging me in with another kiss. “Let me prove it to you.” I nodded as I laid back, letting hans climb on top of me as he proved he survived.

[chancedarling]

He makes it back out of the tree line at exactly the same moment she loses her grip. It looked like one of those action movies, though a different angle to the shot. The only thing that came to mind in that moment was Hans Gruber falling from the top of the Nakatomi Plaza tower. Arms and legs flailing in the air. Only this time, there were no green screen effects. There would be no one yelling 'cut'...

In his periphery he can see the swirl of darkness. Those birds, panicked into flight grouping together like starlings at dusk -- a murmuration. All in synch, weaving and turning in the air, but heading toward the tower faster than he can run so...

...He doesn't. Because nothing he can do now will help. She'll either find a way out, or she won't. If there was no shadow for her to slip into, then he'd done his best to bring a shade to her...

Still falling. Eyes tracking her form down the side of the building. Surprisingly, and rather to her credit. She doesn't scream.

And then he loses her. Suddenly no longer following the trajectory that gravity was pulling her in. Down, down... Gone.

A small cloud of dust and a 'thump' from the base of the tower is the only indication that something has hit the ground. And Chance can only assume that it IS Darcy.

But... It's not directly below where she fell from. It's around to the side of the tower where Chance had been searching for the trigger. And there's too long a time between the fall and the impact... At least a few seconds. As though she'd taken a detour on the way down.

Maybe that's precisely what she'd done.

He jogs forward, wondering if he's going to encounter a morbid mess. A putrid splatter of innards and outers all mingled together in an ex-Darcy puddle. But then he hears the sudden exclamation.

Alive then.

And he slows. Looking back up at the tower, to the swirl of birds who - now there was no apparent or immediate danger - were returning to their roost in the trees. To the woman laying on the ground, shaking and hysterical.

Hm.

He'd have to take some time to think about this. To consider how potentially useful this little trick could be. To him, of course.

Hunkering down into a squat next to the apparently still whole (and still marginally bonkers) woman, he casts a quick eye over her. No bones poking out. The laughter and words testament to likely minimal or negligible internal damage.

He can probably pass of his inspection as an overt concern for her. But he's looking for anything that might be a resonant or remnant of her use of power. Did the shadow seem a little darker here than it had before? Or was he trying to tie things into a circumstance that didn't exist.

"Darcy... You... You're... Ohmygod... You're alive."

He finally engages his brain back into the appropriate response - the concern apparent in both tone and expression.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? H-how...? Did you do it? I mean - the shade? Did you do it?"

Instead of trying to help her up. Chance just lays down on the ground next to her, flat on his back, gazing up at the tower. Watching as one or two of the birds still flitted about in the sky before disappearing back into the trees.

Well, what have we learned today kids? Uno. Darcy was clearly off her rocker. But that was pretty much of a given. The hysteria that bubbled up out of her throat was probably a mixture of shock and relief. Understandable, he supposes. B. The tower was dangerous, and any mysterious warnings were NOT to be taken with a pinch of salt. III. Darcy has an ability that allows her to walk between shadows as though there's a path leading the way. Well enough to avoid being turned into human jam. (Footnote: - Chances 'luck' seemed to have worked... Either that or the birds had just done what he'd hoped. Hard to tell.).

"Huh... Oh. Birds. I thought if I could scare the birds... It might help. With a shadow or... I don't even know what I was thinking to be honest..."

He did. He doesn't have to admit it though.

"I... I think. That's maybe enough exploration for one day though, huh?"

"No, I don't think-- fuck, I don't think it works with you," Darcy muttered (not that Chance probably heard it or it mattered), cursing as she could feel her fingers slipping. She would not make it that much longer.

(Really, it already felt like an eternity, how long she's been up there and a miracle in itself that she didn't fall yet.

If she survived this... well, she wasn't sure what if was, but maybe she'd try to use her brain more, before she started banging on windows so high up.

"Yeah, it's me!" she yelled back, her fingers slipping even more so even though she was trying to get a better footing for them, trying to get it further back up. "But I am not quite sure how it works. Haven't really gotten that much of a grasp on things!" And she was hanging over the side of a tower where there wasn't that much shade, let alone shadow to work with, so really, it wasn't that useful anyway.

"Look, if-- if I fall--" she started (trying to be optimistic with that if, but really they probably both knew it was a when), her voice croaking and breaking, the words dying after. If she fell then what? There was nobody here. Nobody she knew and cared about. Anyone she could remember caring about were in the simulation and even there, they were--

They were--

Her left hand slipped and the thought died in her mind, her heartbeat speeding up even more as she struggled to get another hold for her arms, -as if that would change anything, aside from buying her just a few extra precious seconds, the voice in her whisperred.

And somehow this was the moment when Chance decided to go-- do some weird stuff. "What are you even-- Are you--" she almost mumbled if he was losing his marbles but even in this state she didn't want to call or even suggest anyone was crazy. She wasn't, how could she know what was Chance's line of thinking. Even if she saw no rhyme or reason behind it.

"Chance, I really am slipping, I--"

But Darcy couldn't finish the thought, though, because the next thing she knew, she was falling.

It all felt like slow motion, as if Darcy was momentarily seeing herself from outside of her body - this was it. She'd fall in matter of seconds and then it would all be over. She didn't have pointless hope that she'd be okay after a fall like this.

From the corner of her eyes she saw something move through the sky - almost as if something big and dark suddenly moved in, some kind of fog or smoke or something, she didn't even know -, and even though she looked towards it, she couldn't quite figure out what it was.

She wasn't sure why she closed her eyes for a moment - it was more of an instinct than anything. The milisecond her eyelids closed, she could feel the weakest of tugs, similar to what got her up to the tower to begin with - and she didn't even think, she tugged, she pulled, she dragged on it so hard, as hard as possible. Wheverever that tug brought her, it would be better than plummeting to her death.

It still felt strained, as she pulled herself through - strained and hard, maybe because she was trying to be so intentional with it, but at the same time, it felt like the little darkness she grabbed onto was welcoming her home, home, home.

Home, that turned out to be the same spot she disappeared from the ground, falling onto it with a thud, with a lot less force than if she actually fell and collided with the ground. And Darcy just laid there, eyes closed, panting, wondering if she was dead and this was whatever came next, or if she managed to do it. And when she opened her eyes, the sky and the top of the tower came right into her vision.

Still lying down she looked around, locating Chance with her eyes and just staring at him for one, two, three seconds before her entire body started shaking and a loud laughter burst out of her.

"What the-- what the hell?!" She tried pushing herself up onto a sitting position, but nope, that was not working, not while her entire body was taken over the laughter and she just plopped back down onto her back. Maybe it was better to be close to the ground for now.

"What were you even doing? Right before I fell? I couldn't see, I just heard-- jesus, I just heard some weird sounds."

[dbrasco37]

My favorite part of Die Hard was when Hans Gruber fell from Nakatomi Plaza to his death and then John McClane had to become the new Santa Claus.

[queenofspades20]

Snow Day

Synopsis: Steve and Y/n spend a snow day together

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: just some fluff

Preexisting relationship; not in MCU timeline. Steve’s look is probably close to what he looked like in Endgame. Saw Chris Evans’ instastory today and was inspired. Really missing living in Massachusetts (and seeing my family that’s still there) and would love a snow day and someone to spend it with. Just wanted to write some fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Y/n woke up, feeling the chill in the room. She burrowed further under the covers, not wanting to leave the comforting warmth that was surrounding her. Her boyfriend’s arm was loosely hanging over her side, his front facing her back. Between their legs was their dog, Copper, curled up in a ball. Y/n moved her body back towards Steve to cuddle closer. Copper kicked his leg at her in protest of the move, but he settled quickly. Steve tightened his arm around Y/n.

“Doll, go back to sleep. S’cold,” Steve mumbled. He moved his face and put it in the crook of her neck, placing a soft kiss.

“I’m not getting up. I just wanted to be closer to my super heat-producing soldier,” Y/n whined slightly. She felt Steve’s body shake with laughter behind her. He moved his legs around Copper and tangled them with Y/n’s.

Y/n sighed as she felt Steve’s body heat cocoon her. She lifted her head slightly to look at the window in front of her. “It’s snowing. Can we have a snow day?”

Steve placed another kiss on her neck. “What does a snow day entail?” he mumbled.

“Well, Copper needs to go for a quick W-A-L-K,” Y/n whisper-spelled the last word, so as to prevent Copper from getting excited and trying to get them up earlier than they wanted. “But we get a fire going in the fireplace, make a breakfast that involves carbs and warmth and hot chocolate, watch a ton of Christmas movies, and cuddle all day. Maybe make some cookies at some point.”

Steve thought for a few moments. “Can we sleep a little longer?”

Y/n chuckled lowly. “Duh. This bed is way too comfy to not take advantage of it.”

Steve pulled Y/n impossibly closer and snuggled his face back into her neck. “Good.” Within minutes they had fallen back asleep, the comfort of being in each other’s arms too welcoming.

Awhile later, they got up, taking a shower together, as Steve said it would be a waste of water to take them separately. Steve took Copper out for a walk while Y/n started on making pancakes and bacon for breakfast. She heated up milk for the hot chocolate and got everything together. She placed the bacon in the oven for an easier cook. Steve came back and let Copper off his leash, the Husky mix running to get a toy before crawling into his bed in the living room. Steve made his way into the kitchen and moved behind Y/n. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. Y/n let out a yelp.

“What the hell? You’re freezing! Why would you do that to me?” Y/n turned around and smacked Steve on the arm.

Steve just laughed. “I have to warm myself up and what better way than to snuggle up to my beautiful girlfriend?”

Y/n half-heartedly tried to push him away from her. “Just because you’re cold, doesn’t mean I have to suffer.”

Steve let out a gasp in mock hurt. “Fine then. We’ll see how much I want to cuddle when we’re watching movies.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes. “By then you won’t be a capsicle, so I’ll be willing then. And besides, the cuddling is part of our snow day.”

Steve stared at his girlfriend. “Capsicle? You’ve been hanging out with Tony too much.”

Y/n laughed. “Oh come on, it’s funny.”

“No, it really isn’t, Doll.” Steve pretended to be upset and pouted. Y/n moved closer to him and slid her arms up his chest and around his neck, sliding her hands into his hair. She stood up on her toes and placed a kiss just under his ear. Steve hummed in contentment. “It is a little,” Y/n murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist. He shook his head at her antics. “Troublemaker.”

“You know you love me,” Y/n sassed back.

“That I do. Now, can we eat? I’m starving.” Steve saw the batter for the pancakes next to the griddle.

“If someone hadn’t distracted me, the food would be ready.” Y/n looked at the pan with the milk. It was nicely bubbling, signaling it was hot enough for their drinks. “The milk is ready for the hot chocolate. And I just need to check on the bacon and cook the pancakes, which will take like, five minutes.” Y/n turned on the oven light, checking the bacon. It was sizzling on the pan. She figured it needed a few more minutes to get crispy just the way she and Steve preferred it. “Steve, do you want to pour the milk in the mugs? I already tossed the chocolate truffles the mugs.”

Steve picked up the pan and carefully poured the steaming milk into the mugs. The truffles started immediately melting and the smell of melting chocolate filled the kitchen. Steve grabbed some marshmallows and put in the mugs. Y/n got to work on the pancakes and, in no time, had a nice tall stack for her and Steve to eat. She pulled the bacon out of the oven and placed it on a plate for them to share. They decided to eat at the kitchen island, wanting to sit close to each other. After their hearty breakfast, with Steve slipping a piece of bacon to Copper (who had come over when he smelled the food), they cleaned up the kitchen and then made their way over to the living room.

Y/n ran to their shared room to grab some extra blankets and Steve started a fire in the fireplace. Y/n turned on the tv and looked over at Steve, who was making himself comfortable on the couch. “What do we want to start with?”

“Well, how about we start with Home Alone? I know how much you love that one.”

Y/n beamed at her boyfriend. “Perfect!” She cued up the movie and moved over to the couch. She sat next to Steve, curling into his side, and grabbed a blanket to throw over their laps. Steve put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Ready, Doll?”

Y/n looked up her boyfriend. She smiled. “Just about. Need to do one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

Y/n leaned up and kissed Steve’s stubbly cheek, happy he didn’t shave that morning. “Thank you for doing a snow day with me.”

Steve kissed the top of Y/n’s head. “Like I can ever say no to you.”

“Oh the power you give me.” Y/n smiled mischievously. “I shall totally abuse it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Sure you will.”

Y/n laughed and pressed play on the movie. “I definitely will. You’re gonna help me with all my baking this year.”

“Don’t I help you every year?”

“Yes, but this year you can’t say no.” Y/n smiled up at Steve. “Now, hush. The movie.”

Steve and Y/n spent the rest of the morning cuddled on the couch. After Home Alone, they watched Home Alone 2, White Christmas, and Y/n’s personal favorite, Die Hard (it’s a Christmas movie and I’ll die on that hill). After watching Hans Gruber fall off the top of Nakatomi Plaza and the fire in the fireplace dying out, Steve and Y/n decided to make cookies. They made sugar and gingerbread cookies in the shapes of little people and Llamas.

While they were cooling, Y/n and Steve took Copper out for another walk. With the snow on the ground, the world felt quiet and new. While Steve was distracted with Copper, who had found a squirrel and was staring at the little critter while it sat in the tree. Y/n packed some snow into a little ball and hefted it at Steve’s back. It burst as it hit him, snow flying into his hair.

“Hey!” Steve yelled, turning around. Y/n was already getting snowball number 2 ready. Steve saw what she was up to and quickly made his own snowball. He threw his as Y/n started to stand up. Y/n quickly dodged the snowball and threw her own. It hit Steve in the chest. “Gotta be faster than that, Capsicle!” Y/n laughed.

Steve took off running at Y/n, realizing that while he couldn’t hit her with a snowball (she was too quick and had spent way too much time training with Natasha and Clint), he could out run her. Y/n had bent down to make another snowball when she saw Steve running for her. Laughing, she dropped the snow and took off running. Steve held back, letting the chase go one for a few minutes before made quick work of catching up to her and grabbing her in the middle, swinging her. Together, they fell into the snow, Steve holding Y/n tight in his arms.

“Little sneak,” Steve said, as he tried to tickle Y/n’s sides.

Y/n squirmed on top of him, laughing. “You were just too tempting a target! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Y/n managed to roll off Steve, too tired from laughing and running. He rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down above her head. Steve leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. There was snow in her eyelashes and her smile so wide, it had to have been hurting her cheeks. Steve thought she had never looked more beautiful.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Capsicle,” Y/n said with a smile.

Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. Steve ran his tongue against her lower lip, asking for entrance. Y/n’s lips parted, welcoming his kiss. As he deepened the kiss, Copper decided that was the perfect moment to jump onto his owners.

“Copper!” Steve yelled, laughing. “Stop it!” The dog kept trying to get at Y/n, trying to protect her from Steve. Copper nosed his way in between the two, pushing Steve. “Okay, okay! I get it!” Steve stood up and let Copper get at Y/n. After making sure she was okay, Copper moved away from her. Steve helped Y/n stand up. “What do you say we head back, decorate those cookies, and start up another fire to warm up by?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Y/n reached for Steve’s hand. Their hands intertwining as best they could with gloves on. Y/n called for Copper and the trio made their way back to the house.

After changing into dry clothes and drying off Copper, Steve and Y/n decorated the cookies and made their way back to the living room. Steve started another fire and Y/n cued up some more Christmas movies. They spent the rest of the night on the couch, cuddled up.

Y/n felt herself grow sleepy, Steve’s warmth better than any blanket. “Steve?” Y/n mumbled.

Steve looked down. Y/n was looking at the tv, her eyes clearly growing heavy. “Yeah, Doll?”

“I love you.”

Steve smiled and kissed the crown of Y/n’s head. “I love you, too.”

Y/n had already fallen asleep, snuggled close. “Best snow day ever.”

[readexplorerepeat]

Cocos Christmas Edition: Top 10 Christmas Movies

My love of all things Christmas is pretty well documented, so it would only be natural for me to share my top 10 Christmas movies with you all. Bound to fill you up with Christmas cheer, make you laugh, make you cry, or simply sigh with nostalgia, my 10 picks are a must-watch each year at Christmas time. So pop that popcorn, warm up some hot chocolate, and cuddle up with a fuzzy blanket because you have some serious binge watching to do!

10) Die Hard (1988)- Now I know this may not seem like your typical Christmas movie, but Christmas just isn't the same unless I watch Bruce Willis outwit Hans Gruber as he takes his wife hostage during a Christmas party at Nakatomi Plaza. And can we all just go ahead and agree that Bruce Willis is a total hottie in this movie?  

9) Elf (2003)- Quite possibly Will Ferrells best piece of work to date. I could listen to Buddy the Elf one liners all day. "Buddy the Elf whats your favorite color?!" You seriously have no heart if you can watch this movie and not be infected with the Christmas spirit. 

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8) Prancer (1989)- Perhaps not as well known on the Christmas movie circuit, this was a favorite of mine as a girl. (It doesn't hurt that Sam Elliott is a total babe in a rugged/cowboy kinda way). Young farm girl Jessica Riggs finds, and nurses back to health an injured reindeer she believes to belong to Santa. Her infectious spirit and kind heart are the epitome of Christmas spirit, eventually reaching her emotionally dejected father. 

7) Miracle on 34th Street (1947)- This one has been remade a couple times, but I prefer the classic, black and white version. Proving Santa is real in a court of law? And making one skeptic of a little girls Christmas wish come true is enough to leave even the grinchiest among us with not a dry eye. 

6) Scrooged (1988)- A modern take on the Dickens classic, A Christmas Carol, cold hearted TV executive (played by Bill Murray) is visited by three ghosts on Christmas Eve. Now you know ANYTHING by Bill Murry, especially from the 80's is gonna be golden. 

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5) National Lampoons Christmas Vacation (1989)- Hands down, no questions, my favorite Christmas movie of all time. Perhaps it's because they remind me so much of my own family dysfunctions, but the Griswolds are legends in my eyes. As is any big event in their family, the Christmas celebration planned by Clark turns into a hilariously delightful disaster. 

4) A Christmas Story (1983)- Played on a loop for 24 hours every Christmas and I still never get tired of Ralphie as he tries for 94 minutes to convince his family, friends, and teachers he should get a Red Rider BB gun for Christmas. "You'll shoot your eye out!"

3) Home Alone  (1990)- Back before Macaulay Culkin fell off the map and sunk into child star oblivion, he rocked it as 8 year old Kevin McAllister who gets left behind in Chicago as his large family travels to Paris for Christmas. His trickster trouble-making with the bumbling burglers Marv and Harry are hilarious and clever. 

2) A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)- What better way to learn the true meaning of Christmas than with the lovable Charlie Brown? A Christmas classic, I can remember watching this on VHS as a child (yes I know, I'm old...). These classic characters are sure to bring a smile to your face. 

1) How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966)- An oldie but goodie, watching the recluse grinch learn the turn meaning of Christmas is a good reminder to us all this time of year! "Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!"

What are some of your favorite holiday movies? Did I miss any goodies? Let me know! please comment below.  Happy Holidays!

 **photos used courtesy of www.IMBD.com

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 1! prompt: Home For Christmas

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: die hard spoilers, character death, implied smut

AN: so I’m doing rickmas this year. Wish me luck! The prompts are on my page if anyone wants to join in. Here we go!

Hans rolled off me as I sighed in contentment. Knowing I was too blissed out to do anything, he slid his arm under my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. I curled up against him and wrapped my arm around him. As I started to come back to reality, Hans pressed kisses into my hair.

“You did well my dear.” He purred in my ear. I laughed as I lightly hit his chest. “What? I’m not allowed to tell you how good you were? How hot and bothered you make me feel?” I blushed and tried to hide my face.

“Hans you don’t always have to say it that way.” I giggled. We fell into a comfortable silence. “When do you have to go?” Hans pulled back slightly to look at me.

“In the morning. You have me for the rest of the night. I’ll be gone Christmas Eve but,” he put a finger under my chin and directed my head up so I was looking him in the eye. “I’ll be home for Christmas.” I nodded and he removed his finger.

“Promise?” My voice had gone small. “Promise me you’ll be home for Christmas?” I held up my hand and hand chuckled at the childish gesture. Smiling at me, he looped his pinkie finger with mine and pulled tight.

“I promise. I will do everything in my power to come home to you for Christmas.” I pulled on his pinkie and he used the leverage to kiss me. “There is little in this world that can keep me from you.” He whispered against my lips. “Now how about we…” I laughed as he kissed me and pulled me to sit on top of him.

———————-Christmas Eve——————-

“As the hostage situation at Nakatomi Plaza has come to an end, we are now getting reports that the terrorist leader Hans gruber has died. Reports say that he fell from the 30th floor.” A sob wracked my body as I turned off the TV.

“Fell from the 30th floor with no one coming to his aid. They all watched him fall.” I sobbed out. My eyes landed on the Christmas tree in the corner and I launched myself at it. The tree came crashing down and the presents underneath skidded across the floor. Simon ran out from the kitchen and made a grab for me but I kept slamming the tree against the floor, hell bent on destroying everything it stood for. Simon finally got a hold on me and pulled me up and into his arms. I hit his chest a few times before collapsing against him.

“I won’t say it’s alright (Y/N). But we’ll get through this.” Simon whispered as I cried. “I’ll take care of it.” I looked at him and shook my head.

“He promised he’d be home for Christmas.”