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snowblossomreads · 1 year ago

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Day 2 - Restless Waiting

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader

Summary: Unaware of the true nature of her boyfriend's job, [Y/n] bids him a weary farewell before Christmas. Things began to crash and burn around her shortly thereafter.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): goodbyes, sadness, a little fluff at one point, things blowing up, not too much crazy in this one!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: And in something totally different! Next on our list is the very handsome, the very suave, and the most polite thief you'll ever meet. Hans! This is my first time writing for him and he's quite soft for his little love so hopefully it's enjoyable! Off we go then!

When Hans told [Y/n] he had another job planned out and that it was to be on Christmas, she couldn’t deny the rush of frustration and worry that pulsed through her veins.

Frustration, because he would be missing another Christmas with her as his jobs, as he so lightly put them, always seemed to take him away from her during the holidays.

But also worry, because while she didn’t know what exactly these jobs entailed of as he never elaborated it on them more than he had to, she knew they were dangerous. He would often times come back with a new bruise here and a new scar there that had her fretting over him asking him what had happened. And all he would say was that it was just an accident.

Accident her ass.

Also it had to be something unconventional because how else would he be funding the extravagant way they lived? A beautiful penthouse in the middle of a bustling city. Luxury trips as gifts to her for putting up with him missing holidays and important dates as he had once stated. And the purchase of expensive clothes and jewelry that he spoiled her with just because.

She wasn't dumb no, and she had a slight inkling that what he did may have also been on the gray side of the law. But by the time she had figured it out she was too deeply in love with the man standing in front of her to leave.

A man who was readying himself to leave for a job that had been in the making for months. One that was more lucrative than any single one he had done, and one he was keen on making work.

Was it dangerous absolutely. But what job didn't have its dangers, especially one with a payout of over $600 million dollars in untraceable bearer bonds. Oh, the risk and danger was well worth it.

Though Hans did have to admit the forlorn look in his [Y/n]'s eyes did give him pause as he readied himself to meet up with the rest of his crew. Would he abandon such a intricate plan all because of a look? Of course not. But she did give him pause which is closer than anyone has ever gotten to making him maybe rethink his plans.

"Liebchen don't look that way. You know I'll come back as always, " Hans murmured in that accented English that had captivated her when he had first approached her a many years ago. "Do not mar that pretty face of yours with something like that I much more prefer your smile so I can keep it in my memory until I return."

Smile? But for what. He wasn't giving her much to smile about as he finished his preparation, going back and forth between rooms gathering his suitcase and other things before making his way to the front door of their home.

"Oh right I should definitely smile because my boyfriend is going away yet again before Christmas for the third time in a row for some shady business he has yet to tell me about." She muttered under her breath while crossing her arms over her chest looking like a tantruming child.

It only made Hans grin as he stalked up to her, cornering her in between the wall and the door and causing her to cower a little. Not out of fear but at how close he was, so close she could feel his breath tickle her skin, warm with a hint of of the bourbon he had drank earlier on to 'warm oneself' as he said.

"What are you talking about? Have I not given you this beautiful home?" He questioned leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead. "Have I've not given you the designer clothes and the pretty jewelry that make you smile?" He added as he moved down to kiss her on each cheek. “Have you nothing to to smile about when I take you on trips, and make you squirm in pleasure on the expensive sheet of some bed far away from here?"

Cheeks feeling warm from the closeness and the seductive tone he was taking on knowing good and well she was very susceptible to it, [Y/n] was quick to try and push him away just to get some space in between them.

"H-Hans you that's not what I'm talking about and you know it!" She exclaimed and stuttered out all at once at the very smug face of Hans who seemed to be amused at how flustered she was.

Damn him!

"I want to spend time with you during Christmas. Together as a couple and maybe even let my parents, who keep asking about you by the way, meet you!" Her words were punctuated with a little stomp and she knew it was a tad childish but she didn't care wanting him to understand how much she was against him leaving.

"I know I know and I will meet them I promise. This job though, it's a big one, if it all goes well it will be the last one. No more holidays away from you I promise you that."

His words dripped sincerity and his amber eyes burned with honesty as he took her hand into his and kissed her knuckles. Usually, the scratchy feeling of his beard tickling her skin would make her laugh, but she was so upset that she couldn't find it in herself to be amused. Only bitter.

"Somehow I don't believe that," she muttered dejectedly as tears began to try and work their way into her eyes betraying the chanting in her head that was telling her to not cry.

Worry was the only thing on her mind as she always worried about him. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him. It hurt too much and it was the cause of the tears that leaked down her cheeks causing Hans to frown.

"What if something happens Hans. What happens if something goes wrong, what happens if you don't-."

She couldn't get the words out as the thought of him not coming home had her in shambles.

"My love, mein Liebchen," he pleaded as he kissed the top of her head and went to wipe the tears that had escaped. “Do not cry you know I do not like these tears of yours they upset me."

"Good because at least you know how you're making me feel," [Y/n] whimpered out as she tried to meet his eyes but failed as she let out another sniffle.

Whilst his heart did not enjoy seeing her upset, he knew what he had to do and even if it made her sad, too much was riding on him and his leadership. Because who else could come up with a plan as intricate and detailed as him?

"I promise I will be safe and that nothing will go wrong. Have I ever broken a promise between us?" He asked pulling her into a tight hug that had her shaking in his hold as she felt far more afraid than usual but was unsure why.

"Liebchen?"

"No you haven't but what if...what if something does go wrong? You always come home with bruises or scars when things go right and I just-."

"Hush enough of that," he interrupted just as [Y/n] voice cracked and she buried her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hand rubbed comforting circles on her lower back as he tried to calm her and it seemed to work as she began to be able to catch her breath again.

"Nothing will go wrong I promise. It is the holidays and what is it that you Americans always say, Christmas is a time of miracles no?"

Letting out a pitiful laugh and a sniffle before looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, she nodded but not without saying,

"We do but I also don't want to bet your return on a miracle they don't work sometimes."

His chuckle was deep and a bit nasally yet it vibrated in her body and made her stomach do little flips just at the sound of it.

"No miracles then, I will make sure we do not need any. But I must go now my company is waiting for me and we cannot be late."

Even if she begged him to stay she knew he would go as that man was stubborn and had a strong will that drove her crazy at times. Yet it was something she had grown to love as she knew he would do anything for her if she asked. Well anything but staying behind from a job...

Sighing she nodded and unhanded him still giving him a worried look.

"Promise me you'll be safe?"

"Yes of course especially when I have you to come home to." He affirmed confidently right before leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips as if sealing the deal.

The squeak of surprise that left her transformed into a tiny moan as she pawed at his front sighing as he deepened the kiss by bringing a hand to the back of head and putting light pressure on it to bring her closer.

There they stood for what felt like forever kissing and whispering soft words that only the other could here. And they exchange those words and lines, one being,

"Ich liebe dich mien Liebchen," whispered passionately in a soft husky voice by Hans as his amber eyes were trained on her for a moment before he pulled away from her embrace.

It made her a bit sad no longer being enveloped by his warmth. But she watched quietly as he gathered his bags and walked out the door into the elevator that serviced their building.

Turning around, he gave her a tiny smirk that had her heart leaping. And when the chime of the elevator dinged and the doors began to close she waved at him until they were parted by the heavy steel doors. Yet [Y/n] couldn't stop the queasy feeling in her stomach that lingered long after he was gone a little sigh leaving her before she whispered,

"I love you too sweetheart." While looking forlorn at the emptiness in between her and where he had been before closing the door to their home.

It was Christmas day and she had paced around the house many times, waiting restlessly on Hans and his call.

Though once the clock struck 9pm and there was no word from him she knew something was wrong as he had promised to call around that time. And he never broke his promises.

As to distract herself from the thoughts she decided to turn on the TV to put on some sappy Christmas movie even if it made her sadder knowing that he wasn't with her.

Though that quickly changed when the TV turned on to a black and white photo of the man she had been waiting for to call. The sheer surprise and confusion had knocked her down onto the sofa and the words that were being said by the female news anchor only confused her more.

There were hostages being held in some building that was far from where he said he would be. And he was the leader of some terrorist group doing the hostage taking. And something about being in a terrorist group while he was in Germany but being kicked out?

What what what? She felt as if her mind was spinning as his picture stayed burned in on the top corner of the screen as the newscasters talked about some Helsinki syndrome or some other.

All while [Y/n] mind continued to spiral. Her Hans? A terrorist? Holding people hostage? No that wasn't him. It couldn’t be him.

"No no this has to be some kind of joke," she whispered to herself as she tried to change the channel wanting to ignore what could not be ignored.

Yet each channel she turned to showed the same news story even on children's programming did the news interrupt as it was the biggest story of the year.

Hopping up from her seat,she began to pace anxiously. Her mind tried to tell her that it was a mistake and that it was the wrong person they were talking about. But unfortunately, her attention was taken back when the newscasters began shouting and she whipped her head back just in time to see an explosion on the top of the building.

The shout she let out could probably be heard by her upstairs and downstairs neighbor as she stared at the TV in dumbfounded awe.

"Oh my god that were people up there they've just killed all those people good lord!"

Shouted the newscaster as they all screamed and shouted over one another. But the only thing [Y/n] could comprehend as she watched the flames engulf the top of the tower causing some of it to crumble away was that her relationship was beginning to crumble just the same as the tower.

A/N: Heheheh will Y/n ever find out the truth about her beloved Hans? Who knows stay tuned (i hope!) Let me know how we are feeling about this story friends! until next time👋💖

Tag: @deepperplexity

#hans gruber x reader #hans x reader #alan rickman fanfic #rickmas #rickmas2023 #blossoms writing

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circusgoth-dotcom · 22 days ago

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Herr Krampus

Ship: Hans Gruber x Corey Amonette [One-off Parenthood AU]

Word Count: 1032

Summary: Oh hey look at that, I actually wrote something I previously mentioned I was going to write. Anyway here's some domestic sweetness about Hans telling our hypothetical kids about Krampus lmao. CWs for brief references to violence, brief food mentions, mentions of child endangerment. (For those who don't know: The folklore of Krampus is that he is basically the anti-Santa Claus. He punishes naughty children by beating them with birch branches, stuffing them in a sack, and in some stories, eating them alive.)

Tag List: @canongf

A cabin in the Norwegian mountains. His family together. No chaos, no cops, no bullets, no blood. Corey couldn’t be happier. Part of him knew, no matter how many years it had been since Ehren (seven) and Meika (almost four) had come into their lives, Hans still wasn’t quite used to the taste of domesticity.

Not that he’d trade this luxury for a holiday heist, mind you, but it still didn’t come quite as naturally as his finger on a trigger. Corey could hear him entertaining them in the other room as it slid a pan of sugar cookies from a state-of-the-art oven. It set the festive silhouettes of trees, bells, and angels aside to cool. Later, he would frost a majority of them so they looked pretty, but a few would be set aside for the children.

Corey moved to the sitting room. Hans was sat in a large leather chair by the roaring fireplace, Meika on his knee and Ehren sitting on the floor close by. He was showing the little girl a magic trick involving a disappearing coin, to which she reacted with delighted gasps and giggling, struggling to form the words to ask him how it worked. Golden whisps from the fire were bright in her long, strawberry hair; genes from Corey’s ancestors.

“Do you think we’ll see Santa Claus this year, dad?” Ehren asked. Corey thought he looked so much like Hans already. Hans thought he looked more like them. Hans hummed in response.

“I suggest you don’t stay up looking for him. You may not like what you see.” There was a mischievous glint in Hans’ eyes that made Corey raise his brows as he approached.

“What on Earth could you possibly be talking about? It’s just Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick, isn’t it?”

Meika quickly turned and reached toward her other father, who gladly hoisted her into his arms.

“Oh, I suppose. But you know it’s not too late to catch the attention of a certain someone else.”

Corey scoffed. They had an idea of who their partner was talking about. “Come on, Hans. There are little ears present! And might I say they’ve been very, very good this year.”

“What’s dad talking about?” Ehren asked, his expression one of naïve curiosity. Hans chuckled and opened his mouth, but Corey gave him a stern look. Christmas is only a few days away, do you really think this is a time to be scaring our children with folklore?

“Mein Liebling, you’re always saying how the children should partake in culture…” He gave his partner an innocent look that hardly suited his devilish demeanour.

“Yes, Hans, but—”

“Please please please please please—” Ehren had risen from the floor and began to beg without knowing half of what he was getting himself into.

“Tell us!” Meika insisted in a tiny voice. Corey sighed.

“Meika, no… Ehren, are you sure you want to hear what your father has to say? We could just leave it and do something else… maybe there’s a nice Christmas movie on.”

But the boy was determined to hear this “forbidden knowledge.”

“Sit back down,” Hans instructed before looking to Corey once more. “Corey, I knew of this at Meika’s age, I’m sure she can handle it. She’s our daughter, after all.”

It was three against one. “Oh, alright, I give in,” he then moved to whisper in Hans’ ear, “aber wenn sie Albträume hat, musst du damit klarkommen.”

Hans nodded, seeming completely confident that the story he was about to tell would be perfectly fine for a seven and almost-four-year-old. Corey sat on the sofa with Meika in his lap as Hans cleared his throat.

“Children, it is time you’ve come to learn of the anti-Father Christmas… the fearsome Krampus.”

Oh boy, here we go…

“Krampus?” Ehren egged.

“Ja, Krampus. A towering figure with the hooves and horns of a goat, Krampus arrives side-by-side with your beloved Santa Claus on the fifth night of December. However, I’ve heard tales that this means nothing… do you wish to know why Krampus is so feared?” He had the children wrapped around his finger. They leaned closer in anticipation of his answer. “You may have heard that Santa dispenses coal to the misbehaving children of the world, and perhaps that is true. But Krampus is much, much worse, for once he tracks down an insolent—”

“Insolent?” Ehren interrupted. Hans became, although briefly, pink. Corey mentally deemed it insufferably cute.

“Frech, naughty. Once Krampus catches a naughty child, he beats them with birch rods for their misdeeds and stuffs them in a sack,” he half-lunged toward his son, startling him. “Herr Krampus takes them far, far away to his dark, dank cave, where he—”

Corey cleared his throat and Hans looked up. He saw his daughter’s frightened face looking back at him. “Well. All that really just to say, you must be on your best behaviour, lest you want to meet his unsightly gaze at your next Christmas dinner.” He nodded curtly and sat back in his chair.

“But what does he do when he takes the children to the cave?” Ehren prompted impatiently, both awestruck and horrified.

“Ehren, I think that’s enough of your father’s stories for now,” Corey responded firmly as he rubbed Meika’s back soothingly. “If you really want him to go on, ask him after Meika’s been put to bed, okay?”

He frowned but ultimately complied. “Shall we go check if the cookies are ready to frost?” Corey continued. Meika agreed in a trembling voice, and the three moved to the kitchen, leaving Hans to ponder if he’d done the right thing.

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Later that night, as the parents prepared for bed, Corey couldn’t help but ask, “So, does Herr Krampus punish and eat naughty adults as well?”

There was a pause. “Are you asking for my or your sake, Vögelchen?”

They laughed half-heartedly. “Mm, I suppose we’re both in trouble if he does.” They moved to kiss him, and for twelve short seconds they were wrapped up in each other’s bliss… then, they heard the crying. Corey opened their bedroom door, motioning for Hans to exit. “After you, Falke.”

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roskirambles · 1 year ago

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(Archive) Christmas movie of the day: Die Hard (1988)

Originally posted: 2nd December, 2021 I mean, it is more wholesome than a horror movie AND takes place during Christmas so… yippee kayak, motherfuckers! Seriously though, this is such a fun action film with a bit of Christmas sprinkled over it.

We all know the drill. Veteran NYPD officer John McClane goes to Chicago to reconcile with his ex wife during Christmas eve. She works in a bank that gets in a hostage situation and is up to him to save the day. It's a simple premise but the script is just such a joy to experience, even decades later. It's violent, intense, but mostly entertaining. There's this morbid sense of humor 80's movies had you can tangibly feel here.

But hey, this is an action film, and one that holds up quite well. The physical fights look a bit crude after John Wick, MMA popularization or simply just a few decades of good martial arts films, but even with the poor trigger discipline of the era the gunfights are still a joy.

It's easy to forget how much Bruce Willis as McClane(or Alan Rickman as Hans Gruber) changed the game as a more vulnerable action hero compared to the likes of Rambo(or Rickman as the more cerebral, charismatic villain), but his quick wit and improvisation skills alone with deadpan delivery are simply delightful. They contrast so well with the antagonist's eloquence, making for a very entertaining dynamic between the two.

While it has aged in some areas (both technical and plot wise, like how a police officer accidentally shooting someone wouldn't fly as a sympathetic backstory nowadays), it's still a blast to watch.

#roskirambles #christmas #christmas movies #die hard #bruce willis #alan rickman #action film

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themosleyreview · 2 years ago

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The Mosley Review: Best Films of 2022

Welcome to 2023! Of course we can't start off this new year in cinema without taking a look back at the best films of the 2022. As always, I have compiled a list of the films that I personally loved and especially the ones that moved me. This year was particularly surprising and I can't wait to share it with y’all. Now you may not agree with me on some of them and that's okay. All film is subjective and you can have your opinions, but these are mine. If you want a more detailed review of each film listed, then simply click the title of each film. So, lets get to it!

Jackass Forever: In my youth, the show and films brought so many laughs, cringes and sickening feelings as these professional idiots would do the most outrages stunts that captivated my generation. When it was announced that they would return once again to bring more outrageous comedy and stunts, I was genuinely excited and scared for them. From beginning to end, the Jackass team did an hilarious and amazing job at delivering another outstanding adventure. It was great that they introduced a possible new generation of professional idiots and I'm curious to see where they go from here. It all ends with a loving, hilarious and heartfelt tribute to Ryan Dunn that was perfect. He was truly loved by the Jackass Family and fans.

Violent Night: I'm a sucker for a film that has a great amount of Christmas cheer and a great portrayal of Santa Claus. If you told me that there is a Die Hard styled Christmas film where "Scrooge" is a version of Hans Gruber and Santa is the John McClane, then I'm there opening night. This film delivered on that promise in gory and explosive creative ways. Not only did it deliver on the action, but it had such a warm feeling of a child's pure belief in Saint Nick and it was the driving force of the film. David Harbour was an amazing Santa and I loved that he went into the history of the legendary character. John Leguizamo was awesome as "Scrooge" and their scenes were great together. It will forever be on my list of must watch during the Christmas season.

Barbarian: Its such rich concept that I'm surprised it really took this long for a film about a nightmare scenario in an AirBnb. When it comes to films and especially horror films, I tend to stay away from the trailers because they reveal TOO MUCH of the creepy moments. I took a shot in the dark with this one and I'm so glad that the first trailer gave you no real idea of what the film was about and that's why I felt this film was so refreshing. I was genuinely surprised by the palpable tension of the plot, the makeup effects, social commentary and much more. The characters were excellent, but Georgina Campbell was was a true standout in a brilliant performance.

Bullet Train: The premise of the film is very much Snatch and Smokin' Aces and that was a positive in my book because even though that style is great, many have abused it over the years. This film learns from those films and takes you on one of the most smartest, funniest and exciting rides of the year. The entire cast was stellar and the action in the film was the icing on top of this wonderfully crafted dish. Bryan Tyree Henry and Aaron Taylor-Johnson stole the film as a dynamic duo that I would love to see a prequel spinoff about their characters. The amount of set up and pay off was elegantly handled in the most creative ways and I loved that each assassin was so distinct. I can't gush enough about how much I loved this film.

The Whale: Brendan Frasier, Sadie Sink and Hong Chau. Do I really need to say more?! This film was a fascinating and heartbreaking story that had amazing performances from the whole cast but the 3 aforementioned, destroy you in so many ways. Aside from his charming and fun personality, I knew Brendan had the dramatic power in him all these years and like most, the right story was waiting for him to sink his teeth in and he went all in. It truly was a powerful film about reconciling and reconnecting with family that was haunting and shouldn't be missed.

The Batman: Out of all the live action adaptations of easily the most beloved hero, Batman hasn't had a film that served Gotham and himself in his early years. This film did all of that and something that I've been waiting to see done on the big screen for decades. We finally get to see Batman portrayed in a true detective story. Robert Pattinson gets to play with a younger Bruce Wayne that's only 2 years into his vigilante lifestyle as Batman and the secrets that he finds out about his family and even Alfred, were so compelling and brilliantly designed. I loved that we got a look into the psychology of Bruce being a recluse and not yet creating that billionaire persona for the public. Jim Gordon was awesome in this film and I loved Jeffery Wrights chemistry the most with Robert. Zoe Kravitz was an excellent Catwoman and I loved her origin story. Paul Dano was a fantastic modern version of The Riddler that was heavily inspired by David Fincher's Seven and the online streamer generation of today. Colin Farrell was the MVP though as the best on screen version of The Penguin. There is so much to love and so much that they got right in this film and I cannot wait to explore this version of Gotham more. Michael Giachinno's score is as iconic as Danny Elfman's 1989 Batman score as it invokes the terror Batman brings to the hearts of criminals.

The Northman: What can I say about this film that hasn't been said already? Its the perfect and most accurate Viking film I've ever scene. The tone, the brutality, spirituality and story twists were all amazing. This was probably one of the most gorgeous films of the year as the lighting of every scene was magnificent and the fights scenes weren't overly stylized. It may be a simple story of vengeance, but it does have an emotional core that surprised me. In the end, I felt my blood pulse through my body from the sound design of the film and especially the final fight scene. This was a Viking masterpiece as the first trailer that was released promised it to be.

Top Gun: Maverick: Very few films get a sequel almost 30 years later that are of this quality. What's even more rare is that a film held out from being released onto a streaming platform and fought to be released in the theater. This film was one of those that was set to be released before the pandemic and was in limbo for so long after the pandemic. It deserved to be seen in the theater and what an experience. The sound design in this film was amazingly thunderous and visually it was everything that the late Tony Scott established in the original and director Joseph Kosinski carried on. This was actually a fantastic story about passing on the torch, family, friendship and the evolution of Maverick himself as he deals with the sacrifices he has made to protect Goose's son from following his dad's path. Tom Cruise shows why he is still an excellent actor and not just the action hero. Jennifer Connolly was stellar and Miles Teller nearly stole the film from Tom. Even though the final mission is straight out of Star Wars, this was definitely one of the best sequels ever made.

The Woman King: Talk about a film that was highly anticipated and one that rarely sold me just with 1 image. From the moment I saw the first image of Viola Davis as Nanisca, I knew this was gonna be amazing and I didn't even bother watching any trailers. This was an African epic that is based on true events even though some of it is altered for the film which if you think Braveheart was a completely accurate portrayal of William Wallace, then you may want to actually pick up a history book. This film didn't shy away from the horrible things tribes did in the slave trade and I liked that. It was also a coming of age story for the Nawi played wonderfully by Thuso Mbedu. Lashana Lynch deserves so much praise as being one of my favorite and charismatic characters in the film, Izogie. John Boyega finally gets to play someone of royalty and as the young King Ghezo, he exemplifies why he is one of the best actors out there today. The score by the great Terence Blanchard was so moving and powerful in the battle scenes and the best in the more emotional scenes as Nanisca reveals her past. There were so many juicy layers to this film and it was a joy to have witnessed it.

And we've come to the moment you've all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen. This is by far the best film of the year it must be seen by all for it features a story that everyone will feel to their core. The best film of 2022 is.....................

Everything, Everywhere All at Once: Right now the trend to do a multiversal style film or franchise is slowly becoming popular, but I doubt any of them will have the same amount of heart and depth as this film had. Michelle Yeoh has always been a powerhouse performer that has shown grace, strength and intelligence over an amazing career. Evelyn Quan Wang has got to be her most complex character yet as she portrays a mother that is struggling to keep her family business together while trying to figure how to connect with her daughter. Once we're introduced to the alternate universe versions of herself through her husband played by the great returning actor Ke Huy Quan, that's when the toppings of the proverbial bagel start to be revealed and it is a wild ride from beginning to end. Stephanie Hsu was great as Evelyn's daughter Joy and she rocked the house as the antagonistic universal threat named Jobu Tupaki. Her views on the universe, society and life were all valid and hit you hard. At the heart of all the madness, this film was truly about a daughter crying out to be heard and understood by her sometimes blind mother. It was a heart wrenching story of communication and understanding between a parent and their child that was beautiful and down right perfection. Does it get weird? Absolutely, but there is always a brilliant point to it.

And that is my list of the best films of 2022! I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what your favorite films of the year were or if you agree with my list in the comments below. Let's see what great stories 2023 has to offer. Thanks for reading!

#best films of 2022 #michelle yeoh #viola davis #brad pitt #bryan tyree henry #david harbour #john leguizamo #georgina campbell #Alexander Skarsgard

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fabricdragondesigns · 2 years ago

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The original post is friends locked, so I am copying instead, from the inimitable and clever David Firestein:

I don't enjoy most religious holidays and celebrations, but tonight is the first night of Hankukah, which is a rare exception to that rule. It's a celebration of a small band of indigenous rebels overthrowing a foreign occupation, and it's celebrated with fried food, gifts, and fire.

And so, in celebration of the first night of Hanukkah, I present to you my argument that Die Hard is actually a Hanukkah movie.

First, let's establish the general Jewishness of the film:

1. It's about LA and NYC, which automatically makes it at least a little Jewish.

2. The screenwriter was Jewish.

3. The movie is bookended by two songs - "Christmas in Hollis" at the beginning and "Let It Snow" at the end. While the two seem pretty obviously to not be about Jewishness, "Let It Snow" is written by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne (both Jewish), and "Christmas in Hollis" is produced by Rick Rubin (Jewish) and is inspired by Bill Adler (also Jewish). Much of the Hanukkah story is about being forced to hide your true beliefs, so many things that look like they're not about Judaism, will prove themselves otherwise.

4. The movie begins as the sun is setting and ends as the sun is rising, as do all Jewish holidays.

5. The first thing McClane does upon getting to LA is light a cigarette, obviously a metaphor for the lighting of candles.

Now, let's look at the story itself:

1. The Book of the Maccabees begins with the conquest of Alexander the Great and his conquering of all the known world. One of Hans Gruber's first lines in the film is "And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept because there were no more worlds to conquer."

2. In the Book of the Maccabees, an invasion force comes in on "the five and twentieth day of the month" and immediately slaughters men, women and children (the biblical description is more gruesome than the movie) so a building takeover on Christmas fits nicely.

3. Those who resist are killed immediately, but some try to ingratiate themselves to the new masters. "In those days went there out of Israel wicked men, who persuaded many saying, Let us go and make a covenant with the heathen that are round about us" (Maccabees 1:11). "And spake peaceable words unto them, but all was deceit: for when they had given him credence, he fell suddenly upon the city and smote it very sore and destroyed much people of Israel (Maccabees 1:30). Sounds like Harry Ellis trying to get in with the occupiers and getting himself killed.

4. In McClane's first fight with one of the occupiers, McClane gets the drop on him and points a gun at him. When McClane says he's police, the man responds that McClane won't hurt him because there are rules for the police. In one of the first battles in the Maccabeean Uprising, a town of Jews refuses to fight on Shabbas and are all slaughtered. Afterward, the Maccabees agree that the general rules of Judaism will not apply during the uprising, and they will do anything they can to win (much as John McClane does).

5. Hanukkah is the Festival of Lights, and lights play a major theme in the movie. The occupiers shoot out the lights, and it is the cutting of the lights by the FBI that leads Hans to say "You asked for miracles, Theo. I give you the FBI."

6. How do the tiny band of Jewish rebels defeat the occupiers of their country? They use guerrilla tactics to surprise and ambush their enemies then take their weapons and supplies. This is exactly how McClane takes out his enemies. Picking them off one by one and taking their guns and explosives.

BONUS ROUND:

1. Germans. Right? And all that broken glass? What do I have to spell it out for you?

2. John McClane = J. Mac. Judah Maccabee = J.Mac. Coincidence, I think not.

But what about all the Christmas references:

The story of Hannukah is all about Jews who were forced to give up their Judaism and adopt the ways of the occupier. The punishment for participating in Jewish rituals was death. So of course all the Judaism has to be hidden behind Christian iconography. But you can't fool me.

Yippee-Chai-Oy, Motherfuckers!

#die hard #chanukah #hanukkah #die hard is a christmas movie #die hard is a Hanukkah movie

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samgphotography · 2 years ago

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My mate posted this. He was so much more than Hagrid.

Robbie Coltrane passed away. I’d like to take this moment to highlight his impact on British Culture.

Without argument the highlight of his career was the Ghost of Christmas in Blackadders Christmas carol. (1988)

However his impact started as early as his role of “man at airfield” in the 1980 sci Fi masterpiece Flash Gordon. And who can forget his role as the CB voice in classic British sit com “are you being served?” Although the mid 80s proved triumphant for him with a role as Rhun, in the movie Krull, arguably an equally shit movie akin to Hawk the Slayer was it not for Jack Palance. Multiple roles in The young ones, French and Saunders and other sketch shows and various movies like Absolute beginners, as putting him next to skinny David Bowie might make him look like a half Giant. What few British comedic actors can claim to have supported Lenny Henry in the brief time he was actually funny? Not many.

As a true Scotsman, he nailed the role of “Man in a Bathroom” in a little known movie and easily forgotten sequel National Lampoons European vacation.

Star Wars actor Mark Hamill and Aliens foul mouthed kick ass commando Bill Paxton starred in Slimstream (of course you haven’t heard of it) but Coltrane stole the screen with the loveable best friend role of Montclaire. Clearly this catapulted him into 2 Bond movies, one of which was not shit and had a fucking awesome Nintendo game. And again showing his comedy chops alongside mildly famous Eric Idle in Nuns on the run.

Then a stint as quirky criminally minded perverse interrogator in the long running show “Cracker” showing all the best of a quirky, criminally minded perverse Scotsman.

Then sadly, he was type cast as a fat jolly fellow for some anti gender equality authors novel film adaptations who had the audacity to reuse the exact same fucking costume from blackadders Christmas carol, because they gave all the money to Hans Gruber and the kids. And he was forced to do that like 8 times. 11 if you include the Disney shorts to watch while you’re in line.

Rip Robbie Coltrane, who was so much more than just Hagrid.

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yourmcu · 4 years ago

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Body Pillow

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

Natasha finds you cuddling a body pillow. In your dream, it’s actually her you’re cuddling. It’s Christmas Eve too.

Word count: 1,600

A/n: I’m takin a long time to post but I’ll get em out soon! I hope! thanks for 200 followers btw :))

Warnings: fluff, sleep talking

It’s not a surprise to anyone in the compound when they find you sprawled on your favorite sofa in the lounge. Of course you had a room, but you just love it so much that you’d rather sleep there most of the time. Especially after or before your favorite holidays.

Bidding Sam and Bucky good night as they're the last ones to turn in, you ask Friday to dim the lights and to turn on a Netflix show. If you’re ever wondering why no one stays with you for a movie night or something it’s because you’ve had too many already, and most of the time you don’t mind being alone anyway.

After two or three shows, you finally fall asleep.

Few hours later, Natasha walks across the lounge to get to the kitchen, not all that fazed when she sees a lump shaped like you on the sofa. Though she stops in her tracks when she hears a faint voice coming from your direction.

“Nat,”

She decides that she’s just hearing things, or you probably saw her come in then drifted back to sleep.

When she’s about to return to her room, you speak again.

“Nat,”

She decides to reply this time. “Yeah?”

You don’t respond back immediately. So just in case, she walks up to the sofa to see if something's wrong.

Your hands are wrapped around the side of the body pillow and it's slightly bigger than you. The whole blanket is wrapped around you as well, so Natasha could only imagine how comfortable you are in your sleep.

“You give the best hugs, Nat,” you murmur, still fully asleep, oblivious of the same redhead witnessing it in real life too.

Everyone knows you’ve developed a lil something for Natasha. Does she know? Yes... and no. She refuses to believe you like her that way. If you do, she wants to hear it from you, not from the testosterone of the team.

But seeing you so adorably vulnerable and cute, in a way, it makes her heart flutter.

“I do, huh?” Natasha chuckles from above you and leans down to kiss your hair. “Too bad you’re gonna have to get up soon.”

“Aww, no,” you whine, snuggling closer to the crook of her neck.

Natasha just stands there and tries to process it - you, her teammate and close friend, is dreaming about her. It’s normal, right? Even she has dreamt of the others, including a weird one where Tony and Bruce were riding unicorns-

She flinches when you make a movement, but you just make yourself more comfortable on the pillow, sighing contentedly.

Obviously she’s giving you a good time in your head. Natasha believes she could do better though. If you ever ask her to cuddle, she’d make sure. Am I really jealous of myself right now?

The opening and closing of bedroom doors shake her from her thoughts. She clears her throat and walks back to the kitchen to wait for Wanda so they could make breakfast together. It the day before Christmas, after all, everything has to be special today and the next day.

Wanda enters the kitchen moments later, still a bit groggy from her slumber but she’s in a mood to make a good breakfast. As the pair gets started, they hear a yelp that sounded like yours from the lounge.

“Ow! Tony!”

“Wakey wakey,” Tony teases, defending himself from your playful punches. “For gosh sake, you need to stop having sleepovers by yourself here - you sure you don’t want that sofa in your room?”

You grumble and walk out of the room to get dressed, taking your blanket and body pillow with you.

The lounge and kitchen starts to get occupied by the inhabitants of the compound. One of them being you, out of your pajamas and in a casual Christmas sweater. You greet them with the usual good mornings including Natasha.

“Good morning,” she drawls out. “Sleep well?”

She's curious on how you’d react. But of course you don’t think much of it, you don’t know that she knows what you dreamt about.

“Yeah, it was... nice,” you try to play it cool, avoiding her eyes to pour yourself a glass of eggnog. I mean, look who’s asking. And the fact that she was just about to kiss you in the dream before Tony so rudely interrupted-

“Bet it was,” Natasha smirks after Steve grabs your attention to point out your favorite comic strip on the newspaper, thinking you didn’t hear her.

You chuckle at the Christmas-themed edition of the comic but your gaze returns to Natasha not long after because you did hear her. Maybe she was just being Nat but yeah, the dream was nice. Too nice to be real. You sigh and sip on your drink, getting lost in your own world as Tony loudly rambles about a party to the group.

It was just you and her, so many blankets, watching movies. You don’t know or remember what film specifically, everything was a blur except the way she held you.

As a kid you never got that much affection physically, so every hug from your friends means a lot to you. Well, especially the ones from Natasha.

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit how you feel for her. The men constantly tell you to do it, that it wouldn’t hurt to try, but you’d rather have a close and friendly relationship with Natasha rather than an awkward one just because she didn’t feel the same about you.

The thing is, you don’t know if she shares those kinds of feelings. That’s what Bruce was nagging to you about. ‘You won’t know until you try, until you tell her-

“Y/N, you with us?”

Your hand involuntary twitches as you snap back to the room. “Sorry, yeah. What’s up?”

“Well, instead of a usual party, we’re gonna have a movie night,” Tony says, stealing a piece of food from your plate. “Thoughts?”

You sent him a look but chuckle, “haven’t we already had enough of those?”

“But it’s Christmas!” Tony insists. “And we’re watching Die Hard.”

Steve frowns. “That doesn’t sound like a Christmas movie.”

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“Alright Cap, it may not sound like a Christmas movie to you but it’s one of the best.” Sam jokes and plays the movie once all of you have settled.

The theater room is dim and composed of two large sofas, one in front and one just behind it, and a table filled with food. You're one of those who occupied the second sofa behind along with Clint, Wanda, Vision and Natasha. The rest fought for a place up front, which took a while to be honest.

“Hey Nat,” you mutter, eyes not leaving the screen but you do see her from the corner of your eye claim the spot beside you, the one at the edge of the sofa. She gives you a warm smile and makes herself comfortable.

An hour into the movie only the men seated at the front are fascinated by the fighting scenes. Well except for Clint who's seated at the other end, pointing and asking Sam questions about the plot. Wanda and Vision are half asleep leaning on each other, you and Natasha are the only ones calmly watching, probably because you’ve both seen it many times.

You make a sound when Hans Gruber appears on screen again. “Did you know that’s the same guy who played Professor Snape?”

“What?” Natasha chuckles.

“From Harry Potter,” you reply, smiling to yourself. Then you turn to her, “have you watched any of those movies?”

“I’ve heard of it but, no.”

You tilt your head at her, slightly surprised. “You should watch them with me sometime. I prefer the original source material but the films are good on their own.”

You wish you could photograph the way Natasha smiles at you. She’s all smiles today. I wonder why. “I’d love that.”

A loud explosion echoes throughout the room along with yells that sounds like Tony’s and Clint’s, making you yelp and scoot closer to Natasha. She wraps an arm around you instinctively.

“Guys, turn the volume down,” she calls out. Silent chatter fills the room once it turns into a more calmer scene, and Tony told Friday to lower the volume. “You okay?”

Her arm is still wrapped around you and you want nothing more than to hide yourself in the pillow you’re hugging out of embarrassment. “Yeah... m’good,” you manage to say while holding a yawn. Natasha tugs the blanket more snugly over both of you.

“You can sleep if you want,” she speaks softly. “I think they’re planning on watching all the Die Hard movies until dawn.”

“That’s crazy,” you breathe out. Your eyes are starting to droop and your yawns became frequent.

You know that cozy feeling when the room’s cold and you have a warm blanket over you? That’s one of your favorite things (the other one being Natasha).

There are only four of you left on the back sofa since Clint moved to the front. At this point your head rests on Natasha’s chest while she plays with your hair, and one of your arms loosely wraps around her waist. You exhale, falling asleep entirely.

Natasha admires how adorable you slept on her. “I hope this is better than your dream,” she murmurs, gently planting a kiss on your forehead and getting drowsy herself.

You snuggle closer to her, as if it was to say, it is.

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agentnico · 2 years ago

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Violent Night (2022) Review

Never thought I needed to see a stand-off between Santa Claus and Sid the sloth from Ice Age. Turns out, I really did not need to see it.

Plot: An elite team of mercenaries breaks into a family compound on Christmas Eve, taking everyone hostage inside. However, they aren't prepared for a surprise combatant: Santa Claus is on the grounds, and he's about to show why this Nick is no saint.

David Harbour is most known to everyone as the loveable Hawkins chief of police and No 1 class dad-bod Jim Hopper in Stranger Things. However outside of the Netflix series Harbour is yet to find another signature role to define his career, as he has not had much look in the film medium, with the likes of 2016′s Suicide Squad and the Hellboy remake acting more as a hinderance than a boost to his filmography. Harbour is a very talented actor and a very likeable one too, so it’s a shame that his agent evidently isn’t able to suggest him actually good movies to be in. However in comes Violent Night, a Christmas action slasher that in style merges Die Hard with Home Alone with a home invasion tale featuring action and gore on the level of John Wick. On paper this movie screams potential so no wonder David Harbour took on this role. Especially since his character of a run-down tired Santa Claus who’s been in the business for too long to actually give a real crap is actually really fun to watch. From endlessly downing liquor to vomiting it out even quicker, Harbour’s Santa is done with everything, yet given Harbour’s likeable facial expression he is also a Santa that still cares about giving kids that aren’t on the naughty list a very merry Christmas, no matter how few there are. So Harbour is great, HOWEVER, and this is a huge however - he is still stuck in a bad movie.

Yep, sorry but this is not the way to kickstart this holiday season. Violent Night is not a good film. Harbour’s Claus is great fun, but aside of him all the other characters are either very annoying or simply not worth caring for. The main family who have been taken hostage are for the most part all very self absorbed obnoxious snobs. So honestly I kept wanting them all to turn from hostages to dead bodies. As for the mercenaries, a lot of them try being over-the-top whilst saying jokes, however neither the jokes nor them were entertaining. John Leguizamo as the main baddie - he was okay. Look, he tries his best to be the Hans Gruber-type, but he isn’t given much to work with.

In terms of the action scenes and gore, this movie is pretty gory, but nothing that was actually that shocking or ground-breaking. The action itself was okay...I think. Honestly I couldn’t see the fight sequences half the time as they were set in very dark surroundings, as if the director was hiding the bad choreography and stunt work. There’s a major fight set in the attic, and a lot happens there, but I hardly saw any of it. So don’t walk into this one expecting John Wick-level action work.

Overall Violent Night is a forgettable affair. Only positive is David Harbour and the character creation of his run-down Santa Claus. There are even a few quick flashbacks of this Claus being originally a Viking or Kievan Rus fighter, and I wish we got more of that! If Harbour and that character were just lucky enough to be in a better film with a more fun story and maybe a better action director, we could have had another Christmas classic. Should have had that chap who did Bullet Train earlier this year to direct this one. Sh** would have gone real then.

Overall score: 3/10

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deepperplexity · 2 years ago

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Prompt: 17. Dying Embers

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!Reader

POV: Dual POV

Setting: The escape-cottage in the woods

Continuation of: Prompt 8. To Be Alone

A/N: It’s been nine days… I think it’s far beyond time to fix the mistakes of the past and mend the broken - don’t you? 😉 It is Christmas after all and we can’t have the man who believes in Christmas Miracles not believing in the miracle of love at this time of the year, can we? But let’s start with some hurt to make the comfort even sweeter…💚

Tags/TW’s: Starvation, Heartbreak, Thoughts of Death, Giving Up, Reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, True Love, Healing Trust, Regret

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word count: 3.7k+

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≪ Your POV ≫

It had been nine days since the bank heist, since the truth came to light, since you were left behind — broken and alone. Again. Abandoned; again. Unwanted; again. Dismissed; again.

You shivered and curled up further on the squeaky sofa with sunken pillows and seats. The last log burned with a crackling sound in the hearth. The last bit of heat slowly diminished while the cold from the winter wonderland beyond the walls of the cottage seemed to creep inside.

You pulled the knitted blanket tighter around you, the dull ache in your stomach a constant reminder that you had barely been able to eat anything since Hans had left — nothing at all today. Not that there was much more than a can of tomato soup and some tea left in the pantry. After all, it had only been planned that you were to stay there for one or two nights. With Hans. With the man you had come to love so deeply, so fully, so irrevocably despite his criminality.

“At least last year’s Christmas was wonderful,” you thought while thinking back to the many gifts Hans had procured for you — not by legal means but with effort — and all the lovemaking, the sweet kisses, the many words of affection and care he’d lavished you with as he was ‘in the holiday spirit’ as he had termed it.

A deep sigh escaped your lips while you thought of how funny you had found it that a hardened criminal like him was such a Christmas enthusiasm. The way he adored to dress the Christmas tree in whatever hideout you were in, the way he hummed carols while he read the newspaper and gave you all his attention when you talked in the morning, or even how adamant he was that there was no Christmas without homemade Christmas cookies.

“We got flour everywhere,” you chuckled and snivelled as tears rolled down your cheeks again. “But I’ve never laughed so much in my life before…” You toppled over and mashed your face into one of the chafing throw pillows while choking back a cry at the memory.

There was nothing you could do about anything now. Miles out in the woods, no car, no real clothes for the windy weather outside throwing around snow like tiny icy missals and no energy left. It doesn’t matter. I’ll fall asleep at some point and that will be that. I won’t see this Christmas, I don’t even want to… My last Christmas should be a happy one, and that’s last year’s tinsel madness. And that’s alright. It’s alright.

“You knew, Y/n. You knew it would end like this…” you whispered to yourself while the crackling fire lost a bit more of its strength. Your mind wandered back in time, to the moment when you had realised it was all over, the second you had known that your heart and life belonged to the man who had abandoned you without a single tear shed or plea for answers about anything.

Hans hadn’t even asked you to explain, hadn’t even asked what you felt for him. He had simply stated that everything was a lie and dismissed you without ever turning back. Did I mean so little to him? I’m such a fool, why did I ever think I was something he needed… Someone he truly cared for like nobody else… Why, fucking why did I let my heart-, why did I think I-, fucking hell…

You turned your head, resting your cheek on the uncomfortable pillow, blinking slowly while your tears wetted the fabric. The fire was losing the battle to stay alive in the small fireplace. Slowly turning into embers, dying embers unable to battle the cold seeping into the cottage much like you were losing the battle to remain conscious, your thoughts turning into liquid.

≪Hans’ POV ≫

The car skidded along the icy road winding through the woods, trees looming high on both sides of his car. Hans hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the tears you had shed when the truth came to light nine days ago. The hurt he had felt when the informant revealed who you truly were. A cop, an agent, a damn spy sent to take him down — to play and deceive him.

His perle had turned into a rat, yet still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. His fingers longed to stroke your skin, his lips to kiss yours, his body to be pressed against yours — and the beautiful way your eyes lit up each and every time you saw him had his throat closing up.

He should have been halfway around the world by now, yet he hadn’t come further than the next planned hideout. Unable to go on when his heart screamed for you so ruthlessly despite his brilliant mind throwing every reason possible at it to be quiet. Even while he thought of all the reasons to hate you, abandon you, kill you — your smile shined so bright behind those thoughts. No matter how damn hard he tried he couldn’t stop missing you, wanting you, loving you.

That was why he now drove like a criminal on the run being chased by patrols that didn’t actually exist. Skidding, swerving, speeding up and braking each time a sharp turn came. He needed to get to you, needed to find you, needed you to tell him it wasn’t a lie. That his unlovable heart could be enough for the only one who had ever touched him within. The only woman whom he had ever put before himself, not even his former wife having been worth shielding from anything. But for you, he’d step into a rain of bullet, he’d be your shield if it meant you’d be safe.

“Verdammt!” he cursed and slammed his fists against the steering wheel. Fury surged through him at the things you had made him feel, made him want, made him share with you. From sleeping in the same bed to drinking morning coffee together, that he didn’t even feel annoyed when you talked while he tried to read the news was infuriatingly frustrating. He hated being interrupted while reading in the morning. Yet when you talked he lowered the paper and listened, like some lovesick fool. I am a lovesick fool, I’m going back for her. Verdammt! This shouldn’t be!

“What am I even to tell her? That I’m soft for her? That I can forgive her, because I love her?” The words made a chill crawl down his spine, uncomfortable just thinking about forgiving someone for anything. He wasn’t a forgiving person, nor was he patient — but again everything was so damn different with you. After so many years spent together, after having slowly, over a long time, grown attached to you only to develop actual feelings for you. How could he not though, when you were such a wonder of a woman?

The road split and he took a right, seeing the outline of the cottage his heart sped up — wondering if you would even be there still. He had nothing else to go on though. It hadn’t been until that morning when he decided to go back for you that he had realized how little he actually knew about you, like where would you go to hide or get away from someone? He hadn’t a clue. So he prayed the cottage would give some indication of where he would be able to find you.

He slammed on the breaks, the heavy snow showing no signs of any tracks going in or out of the cottage. The windows were dark, no sign of anyone being around. It made his heart constrict and his throat closed up, discomfort and worry managing to spread through his body.

He ran up towards the cottage, his feet sinking down above his ankles in the snow. Be here, meine perle, he thought as he reached for the door — finding it to be unlocked. He yanked it open only to be met by complete silence and darkness. But it wasn’t quite as cold as outside, the last glow of dying embers in the fireplace straight ahead but no sign of you. “Sheiße,” he hissed while closing the door behind him, toeing off his shoes at the same time.

“Y/n?” he called, his voice harsher than intended. “Y/n, are you here?” he continued as he stepped inside, heading for the little kitchen that was the only other room in the cottage beside a tiny room with a small double bed — but he would see straight in there through the open door and you weren’t there, no sign the bed had even been used. The kitchen looked just as abandoned, apart from a used tea cup and a bowl in the sink. No sign of you.

Hans snarled and slammed his fist down atop the kitchen bench. “I’ll find you.” And when I do, I’m not letting you go ever again, darling. He turned on his heel and headed back only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway. A gushed breath left his mouth as his body froze at the sight of you curled up on the sofa, your eyes swollen, your cheeks pale and your lips chapped with a tint of blue to them.

He stared at you for a moment that felt longer than a year. His mind not knowing what to do with the information his eyes provided. And then he jolted into action, running the three steps needed to reach you before slamming down on his knees by the sofa.

“Perle? Perle, wake up,” he said in a rush while he grabbed your icy hand and stiff shoulder. “Wake up,” he said anew while shaking and squeezing you with his hands. But you didn’t move.

Panic surged through him, but you were breathing — too shallow breaths though. “Sheiße, sheiße, sheiße,” he snarled while grabbing your chilly face. Deep circles rested below your eyes and there was something so wrong with the colour of your skin. “PERLE!” he shouted right by your face while he tried to reel in the franticness that was slowly overtaking him.

You moaned, your eyes moving under your eyelids but you didn’t open them. The chill in the cottage had begun to invade his body and the thin blanket covering you had him cursing anew, knowing you needed heat. He glared at the fireplace, seeing no more firewood beside it.

He released you and shrugged out of his long coat and draped it over you before bolting towards the kitchen, finding old newspapers and a roll of paper towels. He grabbed it all and rushed back, throwing it into the fireplace where the last little dying embers could take hold of the material. It took less than five seconds for it all to go up in flames, a wave of heat surging through the cottage. More, we need more, he thought while he looked all around.

He dashed to the kitchen, and without thinking grabbed one of the two kitchen chairs. He heaved it up above his head and slammed it back down, it creaked and cracked so he did it again and again until it broke into pieces. He gathered the pieces and ran back to the fireplace, chucking in the legs of the chair.

It took a moment but once the fire caught hold it roared to life fully.

Hans panted and heaved, you hadn’t moved despite the racket he’d caused. It made him shove his hands through his neatly combed hair, messing it up. More heat, more heat, heat, heat, he thought and pushed the coffee table out of the way between the couch and the fireplace.

He headed to the bedroom and threw off all the bedding before grabbing the heavy mattress, dragging it out with some effort before going back for the covers and pillows. He stripped out of his clothes and undressed you most gently, feeling your icy skin against his palms only further spread worry through him. That you didn’t wake up from anything made him want to scream. The view of you hurting him in depths he hadn’t even known he held within his heart.

“Perle,” he whispered shakily as he laid you down on the mattress before laying down behind you, dragging you close and covering the both of you with the thick cover. Your shivering body nearly shook his own, the shallow breaths you took made him hold his own while he buried his face in the crook of your neck from behind, inhaling your scent even if it smelled all wrong. Of dirt and salt, smoke and something old.

“I’m sorry,” he said against your shoulder while his heart raged within his chest, his mind snarling about how he had caused this while knowing a hospital was not an option. How he had done you harm, how he was the reason for your broken state that he couldn’t provide proper care for. How if you died in his arms he’d follow you, I’ll never be parted from you again.

≪ Your POV ≫

It was so warm. So warm and comfortable. Bliss… The thought of heaven crossed your mind and you didn’t even care. If you didn’t have Hans, none of it mattered anyway so why stir and break the enchanting dream you lingered in where his arms were around you and the smell of his soft skin and shampooed hair infiltrated your nose.

His arms squeezed you, in that protective manner he always did when you lay curled up together in bed — it had been such a surprise to find out he loved to cuddle with you. All the memories, haze in your half-awake state, tumbled about in your head until him pointing a gun at you took over and you drew a hitched breath. Your heart in splintered pieces.

“I’m sorry.” You swore you heard his voice so clearly it was as if he spoke right by your ear. But he was gone, even if it felt so real to be held in his arms again, naked and wholly protected from the world in the vulnerable state. “So sorry, meine perle.” His voice was so clear, the feel of his warm breath against your neck too real.

Your eyes snapped open, seeing a roaring fire in the hearth but the view was off. You were too far down, too close to it. The edge of a mattress, a thick cover atop you and naked skin against your back that felt as familiar as your own. Your head felt sluggish, your limbs heavy, but your heart pounded.

“Hans..?” you whispered. “Perle?” he asked and you felt him move, jolting half up while you slowly turned your head. “Hans,” you breathed out with confused relief as your eyes found his. “Meine perle, sheiße,” he exhaled and drew you in while he half leaned over to rest his forehead against yours. The connection was blissful.

“You’re here,” you whispered while he tilted his head from side to side, rubbing his forehead against yours while sighing. “What were you thinking, perle?” he scolded. “I find you nearly dead…” “Why did you come back?” “Darling, please,” he said and your lungs stuttered on a shallow breath. Does this mean…

Your body grew heavy anew, the warmth of him, the ease he spread within you by simply being close pulling your splintered heart back into place painfully. “No, stay awake,” he said harshly while your eyes closed. “You must eat.” But I’m so tired.

His hand reached up, grabbing your chin, and he leaned back. “Look at me, look at me,” he said in a rush and your eyes blinked open only to see fear reflected in his. “Stay awake,” he said and kissed your forehead harshly before leaving the bed — tucking the cover tightly around you and then disappearing to the kitchen.

You didn’t know what to think, watching his bare back and then listening to him rummage around on the other side of the wall. He was there, he had come back to you. It felt like a dream with your tired body and sluggish mind trying to work out why he was back. It made no sense. Hans wasn’t the forgiving type, even if you hoped he had it in his heart to forgive you and be with you anew.

He returned a short minute later with a cup of something steamy. “Sit,” he demanded but you couldn’t get up. His jaw clenched at seeing you struggle with such a simple thing, depleted of any energy. Rather than scold you he sat the cup down on the coffee table and sat behind you, pulling at the cover before grabbing you, and hoisting you up to sit against his chest.

“Here, drink.” He handed you the warm cup of tomato soup, holding a hand at its bottom to make sure you wouldn’t drop it. “I have your sweets in the car,” he said, “I will fetch them as soon as you finish this.” You nodded and put the cup to your lips, drinking slowly while feeling so utterly worried about him leaving you again that you scarcely tasted the warm soup.

But after having finished it Hans did as he had said. He fetched the candy and got you to eat as much of it as possible, the sugar rushing through your starved body and you felt better a few minutes later. The silence between the two of you was heavy though, uncomfortable.

“I never thought you to be-, to be-,” Hans began while you laid against his bare chest while watching the fire fed with wood from a broken chair. “Perle… was it lies?” he asked when he couldn’t finish the other sentence. You didn’t even have to think of your reply. “No.” “Perle…” “I love you, beyond life.” “Why would you try to die? Why did you not leave? Go home?” he asked, his voice much darker than usual, as if he was choking up. “I didn’t try anything,” you whispered. The pain of his leaving was too palpable. The loss of him was too clear, still.

“Y/n, tell me you will never do such a thing again.” A demand, a command. A desperate wish? “I didn’t do anything,” you said while trying to hold your tears in. He squeezed you tightly, his arms wrapped around your upper body and his head atop yours. “I never thought—” “That I was honest about death?” “Do not say that word right now.” “If you’re leaving again, do me the courtesy of shooting me first,” you said, dejected and honest. “It would be less painful.”

Hans stiffened around you. “You truly love me in such a way?” “I would die for you, Hans.” “Don’t. My heart-, it couldn’t bare it.” “You don’t have a heart, remember.” The too-honest banter softened something in your shoulders, the familiarity comforting as you said the words he spoke to you two years ago. “Because it is yours, meine perle.”

He kissed your temple, your body heating and churning while the ache in your soul seemed lifted in one swift stroke. His words, honest, deep, truthful — they were more than you could ever have imagined hearing from him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you said. “I was going to tell you that very night, even if I knew you’d kill me or leave me. I wanted to be honest with you, but you gave me no chance. I wanted to tell you—” “Hush, darling. I do not think any words could ever speak louder than the state I found you in…”

You had no reply to that.

“Even if there were words,” he continued as the fire slowly turned to embers, “how I felt, without you, with the memory of seeing tears wet those cheeks of yours which I’ve never seen streaked before, the torment knowing it would have been my last memory of you… I never knew there could be pain such as that,” he said with a voice so rooted in suffering and regret you could feel it within your own chest.

You turned in his arms, bending uncomfortably at your lower back. “I love you,” you said. No tone to your voice. Just pure words. No inflation, no emotion, just words spoken as a law of the universe. Unbreakable and true. “As I love you,” he replied while his hands framed your face.

You leaned up, he met you halfway, and your lips touched gently for a second before a frenzy broke out between the two of you. Longing, torment, fear and love, tied like strings wrapping around a Christmas gift. He groaned while you hummed. Your relationship always having been a bit crazy, a bit too passionate, a bit overwhelming and far too marvellous only amplified the need for him you felt.

But there was one thing you needed to hear first. Before anything else.

So, you straddled him, the cover slinking down to bundle behind you. He looked up at you, being just a bit higher than him in the position, without getting the slightest bit distracted by your nakedness as severity tugged on your facial features.

“Tell me you forgive me.” “I never forgive.” “I know—” “But there is nothing else I’d rather offer you in this moment.” You shivered and exhaled a shaky breath at hearing him say those words before he continued. “Can you forgive me?” “Oh, Hans, babe, yes,” you half chuckled and half cried before leaning in and kissing him with all the pent-up need from the past days you never wished to remember.

The dying embers of the fire would take the hurt with them. As they turned to ash, so did the wrongs of the past. The criminal mastermind you loved held you tight while you renounced everything you had ever known of life on the right side of the law. With his promise to always be yours, you gave the last piece of yourself to him. Heart, soul, mind, and body — all his.

The lonely, broken past with lies and truths intermingled turned into forgotten history as his hands travelled along your naked body, loving and caressing in a possessive sensation only a thief willing to take whatever he wanted could emit.

And, what he wanted, was you…

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letsperaltiago · 4 years ago

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🌟 HAPPY 12TH OF DECEMBER: DOOR TWO 🌟

Welcome to door two of four!

Behind my Christmas calendar’s second door is a... dating, kind of early-relationship, Peraltiago Christmas oneshot! ♥️

Summary: Amy feels like Christmas is crumbling around her and when the stress becomes too much, boyfriend Jake steps in and takes care of it. Takes place somewhere right before S03 E10: Yippie Kayak.

Rating: G

Words: 4k (just barely)

Read on AO3 here

🎁⬇️OPEN DOOR TWO HERE ⬇️🎁

my gift to you is all my heart

Christmas 2015 is the most special one so far, Jake dares to admit - and that’s coming from a guy who really couldn’t care any less about the season of families pretending to be picture-perfect and a 'shallow but pour some glitter on it'-kind of joy. Slap some red and green colors on an otherwise dysfunctional world and call it a happy place for a month or two.

It’s not that he wants or aspires to hate Christmas; it’s not that he wants to be the cynical one in a crowd of happiness and optimism. There just happens to be a lot of wounds, never fully healed scars, from the many lonely Christmases he spent as a child and teenager. Between his dad considering his parental role a part-time job and his mother working full-time to make a living for them, there wasn’t much - if anything at all - for Jake to love about the holidays and more specifically Christmas. On the contrary, the season rather emphasized how dysfunctional his family was...

Perhaps this year, he really hopes, the season of joy and light will feel more… like a season of joy and light. This year he has Amy which is an experience he’s never, obviously, had before and something he’s more than excited to try. His girlfriend loves Christmas and hopefully, it’ll rub off on him even though he’s surely the Grinch in their relationship the second Thanksgiving hits. It’s almost as if, for a month or so, he and Amy’s dynamic is completely flipped upside down. Not that he's calling his girlfriend a Grinch! Although, a secret to no one, Amy does take on a more serious role in their relationship. All that aside: the second the holidays come around, Amy is the most bubbly and cheery about silly, in Jake’s opinion, stuff like napkin-like turkey, too many pies, secret Santas, seizure-inducing fairy lights, and the only thing worse than normal vegetables: baked vegetables… Meanwhile, he’d rather isolate himself in his apartment, with his mayo-spoonsies and Die Hard, as the delusional world outside goes on.

Then again: he hasn’t had Amy around, at least as a girlfriend, before.

It’s a few days before Christmas eve. An evening he’s not looking forward to since Amy’s leaving tomorrow to spend the day and weekend at her parents’ place - which means not with him, and it’s definitely activating his so far decently subdued inner Grinch. How come Christmas wants to come off as this super jolly season when actually it forces him to be away from his girlfriend? What a scam.

About an hour ago he arrived at Amy’s place to find the door locked, which was weird considering that it was her precious day off. Luckily Amy’s already figured out that her boyfriend is of the clingy kind, which she enjoys, so she’s given him a key to her place. This so he can - quote Amy - “Come and go as you please. Like a cat. A really cute, hot cat.”

He’d chuckled at her comment, then kissed her out of sheer happiness because he has a girlfriend that wants him to have a key to her place! A girlfriend who wants him to drop by and cuddle her, laugh with her and annoy her - whenever!

And so here he is: flopped down on his girlfriend’s couch, watching Die Hard, since it’s the only Christmas movie he can stand to watch. He’d sent her a text telling her he was here, making sure he wouldn’t scare her whenever she was to arrive, but alas never heard anything back. This he suddenly realizes as Hans Gruber is taking the people inside of Nakatomi plaza hostage. He hopes she’s okay, suddenly feeling a bit worried. However, the feeling doesn’t last for long. Basically stumbling through the door comes Amy holding what looks like a thousand shopping bags, which impresses Jake so much that he misses the worried frown and sweaty glow on her forehead.

Being the good boyfriend he is, something he takes a lot of pride in, he of course jumps from the couch to help her. “Hey, babe. Need any help?”

“No, don’t worry about it.”

His offer just barely manages to make it out of his mouth before she’s already dismissed him and disappears into her so-called happy place - in reality, a room dedicated to all of her books and crafts.

Even though he doesn't comment on it, it's unmistakably unusual behavior for her. “You sure? I can do whatever you need; help you unpack, make you some coffee, look cute…”

In her little office, Amy is marching, all at once systematically and chaotically, around the room like the devil is after her. It’s as if he isn’t there, as if she’s avoiding him, and just barely takes the time to stop and throw him a vague glance. “Jake, please. I just need some space. I have presents to wrap and… stuff.”

Oh. Space. The word doesn't go by unnoticed and makes Jake's stomach drop. Space is usually not a good word when coming from a partner, he’s experienced, and this time around it seems to sting that much more than back with Sophia. Is this the end of him and Amy already?

Everything they've done runs through his mind with the speed of light. Things were going so well, he thought. Just yesterday they’d been snuggling on her couch, sharing lazy kisses and giggles as their favorite show (they have a show!!) played in the background. Things like “I love my family but I can’t wait to see you again after Christmas” and “Can you believe how far we’ve gotten since this time last year?” were said, making Jake feel so infatuated and sure. They'd even kissed and made stupid remarks at each other under the mistletoe Jake put up in the door frame leading to her bedroom.

Now, suddenly, it seems as if he’s the last person Amy wants around. Without even consciously deciding to do so he backs away from the tiny office, thus allow his girlfriend some… space. God, he hates that word and every memory associated with it.

Communication is key, Jake knows. However, it’s not as if it went well the last time he kicked down the doors when a girlfriend asked for space. Hence why he doesn’t dare to kick down any doors, literally or metaphorically, when the one to Amy’s office is closed.

He doesn’t know what to do; he doesn’t know what he can do? Make coffee - he can do that right? At this point, he isn't sure of anything. His heart starts beating faster and faster against his ribs, and he knows it’s because, maybe not that deep down, he’s afraid. Afraid of losing the possibly best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Coming from behind the shut door Jake can hear thumps and paper rustling. Jake isn’t the big Christmas-connoisseur but even so, he finds, what he believes is, Amy’s present-wrapping abnormally loud and chaotic - something that seems as unlike Amy as can be. He’s brewing a pot of coffee, for the both of them, something he hopes will be well-received, when suddenly the sounds coming from his girlfriend’s furious wrapping-project goes silent. All at once, with a thump, as if she’s hit a wall.

The silence lasts, and though Jake expects the rustling to pick back up any second, it doesn’t. He can feel himself grow considerably more worried. A big part of him, the one that’s still suffering Sophia’s actions even though he is fully and completely over her, haunts him. It feels a lot like being in a tug-of-war between pressing his way into the room, thus whatever is going on with Amy, and staying back and out of his girlfriend’s sudden need for space.

What does it for him is the sound of a loud mix between a groan and a whine. He has to go in, he quickly decides. Gently he pushes open the door, just enough for him to peak his head inside the room, and the sight before him certainly doesn’t calm his nerves: Amy, sitting at her little office desk with her computer before her, with her face buried in her hands and ripped wrapping paper surrounding her. He can’t tell if she is, but just the thought of her crying makes his heart wrench.

“Amy?”

The way her posture completely changes in reaction to the sound of his voice, from hunched over the desk to sitting straight up, as if she’s hiding something surely can’t be good. Even though she tries to be discreet about it, Jake can tell how she quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her hands. In a motion she hopes is discreet but isn't. If Jake’s poor heart wasn’t scratching the bottom of his gut already then it definitely is now. Still, he pushes the door wide open and tries one more time with a voice so soft and attentive that usually only comes out when they’re being really emotional; something he’s trying to grow into and better at. For her.

“Ames… Are you okay?”

Even though there’s no one else but them in the apartment - hopefully, it is Brooklyn, after all - he closes the door behind him to give them some privacy.

“I’m fine, Jake.”

Fine is definitely not how she sounds, a shakiness to her voice, and how she looks averting his gaze, rather diverting her eyes to her laptop screen. To make it even clearer she starts typing - she isn’t fine. Anything that can keep her busy and from unveiling the true colors of the situation seems to be on her agenda.

The urge to back out is so strong, overwhelming, and Jake quickly recognizes the old, certainly bad habit. Although this time around, with Amy before him like this - hunched over and so far from the confident Amy he knows - he also feels the opposing yearning to stay and challenge his former habits. For himself, for Amy, for them - the best six months of his life. Seven, to be precise. The fact that he cares to keep up with this, how long they've been together, says a lot about where he’s at. With her he’ll count every month, week, day, hour, minute and second he gets to be with her.

Emotions are key. He needs to do emotions - the very serious kind.

“You’re…” he halts for a second, feeling as if he’s about to jump off a cliff - not that he's ever tried it before. But it must feel scary. Kind of like this right now. “You're not fine. Obviously.”

Slowly he walks towards her and, after hesitating with his hands waiting in the air above her, contemplating whether it's what he should do or not, he places his hands on her shoulders. The way she stiffens under his touch has him alarmed, but just as quickly as she's tensed up she relaxes. As if she realizes she can safely surrender whatever fears or worries she has to him.

“Tell me what’s wrong - please. Is it something I did?”

“No!” She flies around in her seat to face him to hopefully undo whatever worries about them she's ignited. The first thing Jake notices then is her somewhat red eyes and a look that begs for him to believe her. Hesitantly, he does. Still, it doesn’t make the sinking feeling in his stomach vanish.

Amy turns back around in her seat to face the lit laptop to hide. Frustrated she runs her fingers through her otherwise perfect hair and ruins her perfect ponytail; small tufts of hair on the loose and going in whichever direction they please. Something he's only used to seeing first thing in the morning or late in the afternoon before bed. And even though Jake loves sleepy Amy, morning hair, makeup-free face and all, he wants nothing more than to fix her hair for her, carefully weave the flyaways back into the otherwise still somewhat neat ponytail.

“Ames, I’m just kinda worried. Tell me what’s up, please… Even if it has something to do with me.” His hands never let go of the soft grip on her shoulders as he says this. Right now holding on to her feels like the only grounding element in his universe. She suddenly feels tense under his touch again and he hates that he might be the one doing this to her.

“It’s really... stupid.”

His eyes wander across the lit laptop screen in hopes of a possible hint. USPS Tracking Service.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid, babe.”

“I just-” her hand reaches for the mouse but then hesitates as if touching it will expose her. Either way, she decides to go for it; she grabs the mouse and opens the program containing, what he recognizes as, her day to day calendar - the step down from her life calendar. "I bought this really beautiful necklace for my mom for Christmas…”

He figures they’ve got some time ahead of them and gently pulls over an extra chair for him to sit on. In his seat next to her he follows the cursor on her screen, flying all over the different dates, boxes, color-coded labels and appointments - the many perfect elements of a Santiago-calendar.

“But then earlier, a few subway stops before home, I got an email from USPS saying that the package's arrival would be delayed! So I tried to work a timeslot into my schedule, for me to shop for a new gift from my mom, but it’s impossible." Every word flies out of her so fast she can barely catch her breath and the last part basically comes out of her in the tone of a wail. Jake can easily sense that she’s riled up and is making it hard for herself to calm down. With every word, she grows more and more frantic, panicky, as she switches back to the window with her calendar. What he sees shows, indeed, no room for gift shopping. He knows she thrives on it but he sometimes wonders how his girlfriend lives her life, densely packed, like this.

“I knew it’d be hard to fit in, with me working a full shift tomorrow, the polar swim and then leaving for my parents’ right after, but I thought it'd be possible! Turns out it isn’t... I’ve tried to re-arrange the next 24 hours in my calendar in every way thinkable and nothing works. Nothing.”

“Honey...” he consoles, calmly placing a hand on top of hers. On his face is a small smile, one that can rest in the fact that there was indeed nothing wrong with them, even though he of course feels some concern for his girlfriend who is clearly completely beside herself. Though she's finally speaking up rather than shutting him out, it's obvious that it doesn't come easy to her and there's a vulnerability to her panicky explanation. But it's not, never will be, something that'll scare him away. "... It's okay."

"No, it's not, Jake!"

Yelling isn't exactly the right term but it's clear that the two are of a different point of view.

"I had ordered my mom the perfect Christmas present, one that would so surely beat my brother David's, and now? It's ruined. I won't receive the stupid present in time and I don't have time to shop for a replacement, which, either way, will be less good. I might as well stay home for Christmas this year and spare myself the embarrassment."

It takes a beat of silence for Jake to assemble his thoughts and form an answer. The smile from before is once again back; he knows how to kill her insecurities - with kindness.

"While I would not mind you staying here with me..." He leans in to place a soft peck on her shoulder. "... I'm sure there's no way your mother would want you to stay away simply because of something as silly as a present - no offense."

"Jake, I appreciate your support but you don't know her like I do."

Though the situation reminds Jake of just how stubborn his girlfriend can be, something both frustrating but also endearing, he also remembers just how stubborn he can be. Maybe this time, for once, the latter can come in useful. If there's anything more stubborn than a panicked Amy then it's without a doubt a Jake who wants to see his girlfriend smile. He's a man on a mission - Amy's very own John McClane.

"Okay... I know I have a questionable track record but hear me out..."

She looks at him and for a second, upon seeing the anxiety in her eyes, he stutters to assemble himself one last time before showing her, at least trying to, that he can take control and help her handle her problems - even the worst which honestly isn't as bad as she might think. Softly, making sure to not alarm her, he reaches over to remove her hand from its tight grip on the mouse and replace it with his own. With it, he moves the cursor on the screen to point at the blue '9 AM to 5 PM'-time slot labeled Work, followed by a yellow 'Polar Swim'-slot at 5.30 PM.

"... I was supposed to be off a bit earlier tomorrow but let me fill in for you instead. You can leave at 4, go get your mom a gift, which she by the way will love, and make it back in time for the polar swim. I'll stay till 5 for you. I'll run the arrangement by Holt so you don't have to worry about it."

The silence is loud but not loud enough to hide her thinking; it screams through the way she bites her lip and eyes wander all over his face in search of some kind of truth. She turns her entire body in her seat to fully face him and, somehow, she suddenly looks both cheered up but also remorseful.

"Jake, thank you, but you don't have to do that for me. I know I'm just being crazy. My mom can do without a gift this year."

"Amy Santiago," he reprimands before grabbing both of her hands in his, making sure to keep a hold of her gaze in the process. "Maybe I don't have to but I want to. Ames, let yourself live out the full 'Peralta boyfriend'-experience. Also, stop calling yourself crazy when, in reality, you just care a lot. That's good; to care like you do."

Finally, after it being gone for so long, he catches a glimpse of her characteristic glow. Her eyes are also once again shiny and inspired, and he knows he's doing something right. Everything within him wants to do right for her. For a moment they quietly stay back, in each their seat, and look at each other with admiring eyes. Both wondering how they got so entangled in the other's very much different lives. Yet both eternally grateful. Amy's the first to break and throws her arms around his neck.

"You're the best, Jake," she declares with newfound peace of mind. "Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me." His arms have returned the favor and are securely wrapped around her waist. He's forever sure; nothing feels better than holding her like this. Happy. They stay like this for who knows how long, for seconds or hours, until Jake suddenly retreats into his seat and offers her a cocked brow along with a teasing smile.

"By the way... What's up with the wrapping paper-mess?"

"I had to test the new wrapping paper I got!"

He chuckles. God, he adores her.

"But why the mess?" He hicks a ripped piece of paper lying at his feet.

"Turns out I've bought the worst kind of wrapping paper and I got... pissed." She timidly looks down but still smiles, Jake hopes it's because she knows he likes her love and passion for all things crafty. They go silent and he can tell she's thinking. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, rather insecurely and not affectionately like she would with a double tuck.

"By the way..." She clears her throat then looks at him. Right in the eye. "I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to cut you off and push you away like I did. That wasn't okay - at all. I just-" the words get tangled up and caught in her throat to which Jake reacts by reaching over and softly clutching her knee followed by a comforting squeeze. In his eyes, she sees an invitation to speak her mind and she wonders, every day, how she ever lived her life without him by her side like this. The least she can do is explain her actions, ones that were actually just caused by a stupid defense-mechanism.

"I just didn't want you to see this... unfavorable side of me, I guess. I know I can be a bit much."

"Amy," he coos hearteningly. "Of all the sides of you that I've seen, or you will come to show me as this relationship evolves, never have I ever found any of them unfavorable. You're not 'a bit much'... You're everything I want and need."

Though he doesn't dare say it, not quite yet, this feels a lot like an undefined definition of love - one, he's quite sure, comes from everything she's taught him, shown him, and made him feel these past seven months.

She leans over the gap between them. Their lips collide in a kiss so meaningful that it speaks louder and more clear than any words ever could. He tastes like cinnamon and coffee, and with him she feels safe, like there are no ugly truths about her for him to see through. Every day with Jake is like coming home is. It's no longer just unlocking and walking through a door: it's being herself, even during critical moments, and still feeling welcome in her boyfriend's embrace and eyes. Her hands cling onto his cheeks for dear life, pouring all her emotions into the soft movement of her lips, and it's the most accepted and cherished her A-type self has felt in a partner's presence. Who would've thought that this kind of string of emotions would be a reaction to the touch and care of Jake Peralta?

On his part, with the three magic words just barely clinging to his tongue, he internally decides to hold back and keep them for a more suitable moment. Even if, something he's learned from their relationship, there is no such thing as 'the right time'. 'The right time' is only a theory made up by hopeful, sometimes also hopeless, lovers. Much like themselves just barely a year ago. But with this one declaration, what he hopes will be the greatest I love you of his lifetime, he does want some control. The moment shouldn't be surrounded by ripped wrapping paper and tipped over shopping bags.

Hopefully, she can wait just a bit longer. Then he'll tell her, even yell at the top of his longs, that he loves her. He loves Amy Santiago.

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snowblossomreads · 1 year ago

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Day 20: Returning Home

Pairing: Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Y/n waits on the uncertain return of Hans after the heist at Nakatomi. Continuation of Day 2 Restless Waiting.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): cursing, anger, feelings of betrayal, forgiveness, (how would u feel if u found out ur partner was a international criminal LOL), happy ending of course

Word Count: 2K

A/N: You guys didn't think I was going to just not give you a resolution to this story now did u 😀😀What did Hans say? "It's Christmas the time for miracles?" Hahah! I did make you all wait long but that wait is over!

With the way she had paced back and forth around the house like a zombie the subsequent days after the news from Nakatomi, she wouldn't have been surprised if she had left indents on the floor.

He hadn't come home that night. Or the next night. Or that week. And god had she sobbed herself into a wreck the entire time.

Her eyes were noticeably swollen when she looked at herself in the mirror, and it somehow made her broken heart crumble even more.

Every time she turned on the news, it was the same fucking thing. Replays of the tower exploding, and news coverage about what had happened.

She didn't know why she continued to watch it when she knew it would only make the hurt even worse. But just like a bad car wreck she couldn't help but analyze every single detail of what had happened.

Yet, there was no news of her Hans. The only thing the reporters had to say, was that an investigation was still ongoing, and that they couldn't give details out to the public just yet, as they didn't want to impede the officers' work.

She was so lost. So confused about what to do, so much so that she had packed a bag, ready to run to her parents and stay with them. Yet, she couldn't force herself to do it. Couldn't handle the questions that were likely to come from it as she was sure there would be many.

Especially, about her mystery boyfriend who she had found out was apparently a terrorist or something.

"No, no, no, there has to be an explanation," [Y/n] whispered to herself as she hugged the pillow that belonged to Hans.

She was curled into herself in bed, unable to find the strength to get up as it was another day without him and without knowing what had happened to him.

"There must be a mistake, there has to be a mistake," she continued, trying to reason with herself, even though this whole situation was beyond reasoning. "Sure he may leave for a bit and sometimes come home with some injuries. But no Hans, he's sweet to me and patient. He couldn't do something...he would never..."

But clearly, she didn't believe her own words as she squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of tears returning at the thought that he would do something like this. She always had an inkling but never this.

Winding her arms tight around his pillow, and burying her face into it, she inhaled his scent that lingered. A woody fragrance with a hint of spice, and something she could only describe as 'dark', filled her nostrils. While his scent would usually bring her comfort, this time it only brought more sorrow as tears began to dampen the pillow. "Oh Hans," she sniveled, as she nestled herself deeper into the covers and held onto the pillow like a lifeline. "Where are you? Please please please come back I need you love, please."

Even with her wishing for his return, [Y/n] still didn't know what exactly she would do if he returned. Would she be angry? Scream and yell at him for not telling her the truth? Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't, she didn't know, but she did know she wanted him back. Wanted to feel his arms around her as she always felt safe in them, and she needed to feel safe now with the uncertainty of what had happened.

Her little pleas and wishes for him to return home, return to her, filled the lonely and silent room. Softer and softer in volume did they become though, just as her sobs lessened and lessened before she fell asleep alone in their bed once more.

"Liebchen?"

"Ngh..."

"Mein Liebchen wake up."

She let out another groan as she was shaken awake from a dream that Hans had returned and that she had gone off on him. Of course it seemed like a happy ending was in the works, but unfortunately it was interrupted by-.

"Mein Liebchen wake up."

Eyes cracking open and wincing even in the dim light of the room, her blurry vision was met with the handsome face of the man who had gone missing, and who she had thought was either dead or had abandoned her.

Yet here he was, leaning over her with that smile of his that had charmed her from the very beginning and calling out to her with that accented English that had her shivering all over.

"H-Hans?" She croaked, throat dry from all the crying she had done and eyes bleary from sleep.

"Mien Liebchen I am back as I promised," he replied leaning over her and kissing her forehead.

His beard prickled her face, and suddenly she was wide awake as realisation struck her that she hadn't been dreaming and he was actually back.

"Hans!" Her voice cracked at the shriek of surprise as she shot up from bed and was wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "You're here! You're alive! Oh god you're really here!"

His deep chuckle pleasantly filled her ears, and her heart, as he hugged her back just as tightly while also planting a tender kiss on her cheek.

"Yes, it seems that you Americans were right about Christmas miracles," he teased as he pulled away only to be taken aback by the infuriated look on [Y/n]'s face.

"You bastard!" She shouted, startling him as she pushed him away but not without hitting his chest with as much might as she could. However, it wasn't a lot considering she hadn't been sleeping well or eating as she should have due to the worry. "You fucking liar, you asshole! How could you!"

"Liebchen I need to explain please," he pleaded, catching her hand that was about to land another hit against his chest.

"Explain what Hans?" She shrieked, trying to pull away from him but quickly losing the battle with how exhausted she was. "That you're a fucking terrorist? A goddamn thief? Oh yeah and don't forget you disappearing and me thinking you were dead. I don't know how you're going to explain that!"

Bringing her balled fist to his lips, Hans kissed it and brought her hand to his chest right above his heart. It made her shiver, and she wanted to scream at her brain that this wasn't the time to let his sweet actions affect her, even if she was over the moon and happy that he was here. She was still pissed though and she wasn't sure what he could tell her that would change that at this second.

"I assume you watched the news? And you know?"

"Oh? Do I know? Know what? The fact that my boyfriend held some people hostage and then blew a fucking tower up during Christmas?" She explained matter of factly, as she kept her fiery glare on him in her exhausted state. "Know that he was apparently in a terrorist organisation back in the day? If that's what you're asking about then yes I know!"

"And yet you stay?" He asked, raising a stupidly perfect eyebrow as he asked a question that even caught her off guard.

Because yes, even though she was screaming at him and was furious that he had hidden something so important from her, she never actually left. She may have thought it, and even prepared to do it but she never actually went through with it all because something in her wouldn't allow her to just up and leave.

"Even after seeing the news, all of these terrible things that you know I do, you still stay?" Hans asked once more breaking her out of her stupor. "Why is that Liebchen. You could have left when you saw the news. Run to your parents, but you are here in our bed? And crying."

A frown appeared on his lips when he spoke the last sentence, and she wasn't surprised at how her heart leapt at the way he stared at her, or more accurately through her. She always did say he had a knack for seeing people for who they are.

Silence befell them both as [Y/n] tried to sort through the confusing emotions that had completely absorbed her. Was she angry absolutely. Yet the joy she had felt when she saw it was really him felt like a breath of air to someone who was drowning.

He was alive and well, and even the anger she had felt days before became secondary to the relief and exhilaration that ran through her veins.

"You know why," she whispered, her voice breaking a little as she spoke, the anger she had slowly beginning to wane and morph into something else. "You know why I didn't leave." She paused to collect her thoughts and her emotions that were everywhere before continuing. "I couldn't even if I wanted to! Because you've stolen my heart, and I don't know if I will ever get it back. And even if I did, I'm not sure if I even want someone else to have it."

It was all she could say before the tears that she had left, which she was surprised to find that she had any left, finally broke through the dam as she fell forward against his chest sobbing.

"I am sorry [Y/n] forgive me," he apologized, letting her hand go and engulfing her in a tight warm hug as her shoulders shook. "I did not tell you because what I do is dangerous. I do not want you to get hurt and if people knew they would try to hurt you," he explained as she cried on his chest. "Please do not cry Liebchen I promise, no more lies. I cannot bear your tears and your anger."

She couldn't stop the tears if she tried as she was finally letting out all the emotions that had been stored for the past few days. So they sat with her wrapped in his arms as he rocked her back and forth to soothe her. He whispered how much he loved her in both English and German along with how sorry he was and how he would make it up to her.

They stayed that way for a while until her sobs subsided into little sniffles before she was silent. Thinking she may have fallen asleep, Hans looked down and softly called her.

"[Y/n]? Liebchen?"

"Does this mean we have to move," [Y/n]'s muffled voice floated up causing him to laugh at the question he was not expecting. "You know go into hiding and get disguises because of you know what?"

"Perhaps," he answered, kissing her on the top of her head as he heard a low groan leave her. "I will let you choose the next place if we must," he added, pulling away from [Y/n] who blew air from her lips. "But how about we figure that out while we are on a beach somewhere far away? I believe I owe you a vacation."

"Only a vacation?" She asked, an incredulous tone clear in her voice as she wiped at her eyes. "Oh you owe me so much more Mr. Gruber. A vacation is bottom of the barrel."

"Mmm, it seems I have some debts to pay?" He smirked, stroking his beard as he pulled away from [Y/n] with a twinkle in his eyes. "I have some thought, maybe we can see if they are to your liking?"

She was very familiar with that look. It was a look that he always got before she was on her back and he was making her cry for very different reasons than the one before.

"You do indeed have some debts Mr. Gruber, and I'm eagerly awaiting payment-." Before she finished her sentence though, her stomach grumbled loudly and they were both startled by the sound.

Looking down at where the sound came from, they both stared and looked back at each other before they broke out into laughter.

"Okay, how about payment after I have some food!"

"Of course, anything for you Liebchen."

A/N: 🤣 i hope that ending pleased you all! Y/n didn't really think twice did she with staying with him. Of course not it's Hans! He's not only stealing untraceable bearer bonds but peoples hearts to!!

Gosh Rickmas is almost over and this has been so much fun! Don't worry I still have a few stories up my sleeve!

#hans x reader #hans gruber x reader #rickmas #rickmas2023

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queenofspades20 · 4 years ago

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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.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #Steve Rogers

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smokeybrandreviews · 3 years ago

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Smokey brand Select: Deck the Halls

I don’t know if you can tell by my blog, but i f*cking love Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite holiday of the year. I love t more than Thanksgiving, more than Halloween, even more than my f*cking birthday and that’s a lot because I'm kind of a f*cking narcissist. I love the festivities, the decorations, the music, the objective purity of the whole season. Christmas time is the one time of year that people decide collectively to suck less. Recently, with all of the stupid conservative boycotts and soapbox rants, that less is a little less than usually but still, it’s hard not to love the Christmas season. It’s so inspirational and has inspired some fantastic films. Here's a list of some of my favorites. A lot of these, the majority of them, probably aren’t “traditional” Christmas fare but i assure you that they are, indeed, Christmas films. To say otherwise would just be disrespectful.

10. Edward Scissorhands

Tim Burton is going to be all over this list, man. Edward Scissorhands came out during a time i was incredibly infatuated with the striking visuals of Burton. I’m an Eighties kid and he kind of had his coming out party during that decade. Almost all of those films he released back then are favorites of mine. I remember seeing Scissorhands as a young kid and being absolutely mesmerized by it’s beauty. As an adult, i appreciated the underlying messaging just as much.

9. A Christmas Story

You’ll shoot your eye out! I used to hate this movie, man. It was a staple in during my elementary school Christmas parties. I never paid attention to it because, as a kid, i hated anything that wasn’t a cartoon. One day i was sick at home and caught it offseason TNT. This thing played, like, every day for some reason. I heard it was a favorite of Ted Turner but that’s just rumor. Anyway, i watched it and completely fell in love with this earnest, absurd, flick. It’s a really good watch and deserves it’s title as a classic.

8. Home Alone

Home Alone was the very first Christmas flick i remembered actually loving for being a Christmas flick. Like, when the season starts and Mariah Carey hits the airwaves, Home Alone is what i thing about. It’s the very first film that i unequivocally associate with Santa season. It’s funny because it’s not that great a film but i still love it dearly. I think that’s more because of nostalgia, though. There are fr superior films in the honorable mentions which probably deserve this spot more but Home Alone makes me genuinely smile.

7. Die Hard

I mean, how can i not put this on the list? It’s a classic. One of the best action films ever made. One of the best performances Bruce Willis has ever given. Plus, it introduces the late, great, Alan Rickman as Hans Gruber. Now, my favorite of the lot is With a Vengeance but Die Hard would be nothing without this holly jolly first entry.

6. Scrooged

One of my favorite Christmas narratives is A Christmas Carol. Dickens was a prolific writer and, among his works, the story of Ebeneezer Scrooge’s crisis of conscious is my favorite. I almost always love it when ever it makes it to screen but, for my money, the best version of this story took the form of the Eighties classic, Scrooged. It’s so Eighties in all of the ways. I love the overall narrative, the changes made t fit it into a then modern setting, and those incredible practical effects. It’s a feast for the senses while hitting all the necessary Dickens notes. Also, this version of the Ghost of Christmas Future is a whole ass nightmare. Like, f*ck, dude!

5. Trading Places

I love this movie so much, just on it’s own merits as a film. It’s so good. Eddie Murphy is excellent in this film and Dan Akroyd is just as brilliant. Jamie Lee Curtis was incredibly hilarious, too. This was the second thing i had ever seen her in, after Halloween so, you know, going from that to this really caught my attention. Trading Places is a classic and should be seen by everyone.

4. Gremlins

Gremlins is just generally one of my favorite films. I love this f*cked up movie, man. It’s SO good and this version is the tone down one. The original vision for this movie was just an R rated murder fest. I mean, the one we got wasn’t a joke wither It’s the reason we have the PG-3 rating. SH*t is just that violent Now, juxtapose all of this little green monstrosity anarchy against a dreamy white Christmas and you have all the makings of worming your way into my heart. Honestly, i prefer the gremlin shenanigans from the sequel, Mohawk is my favorite, but Stripe definitely left an impression.

3. The Long Kiss Goodnight

I had a massive crush on Geena Davis when was young. Can’t tell you why, but i was absolutely infatuated with the chick after i saw her in The Fly remake. I followed her career afterwards. She dropped several gems along the way, Beetlejuice, Thelma and Louise, Earth Girls are Easy, A League of their Own, but my absolute favorite film of hers is definitely The Long Kiss Goodnight. This thing is peak Nineties action excess. Shane Black in his prime. Die Hard III but John McCLane is a hot ass amazon woman who can beat you to death with her mitts. It even has Sam Jackson as a smart-mouthed side kick! I love it!

2c. A Charlie Brown Christmas

I adore Charlie Brown. If Spider-Man, Godzilla, and Transformers are the foundations of my childhood, Snoopy is foundation adjacent. My Paternal grandma had all of the Peanuts films and i would watch them on repeat when we were forced to go over there. I say forced because she was kind of terrible and none of us really wanted to visit her ever but, when we did, and she wasn’t trying to exploit our labor or feed us rotten food, we did get to watch dope classic sh*t. She owned every Disney movie from the Renaissance and every Peanuts special on VHS. I hated visiting that woman but i loved those Charlie Brown adventures so kind of bittersweet memories.

2b. How the Grinch Stole Christmas

This one is associated with my other grandma, the one i actually liked. We used to sit down every year and watch this one together while sipping egg nog. Man, it’s hard for me to type this out. It breaks my heart remembering those times so I'm going to stop. I just really love How The Grinch Stole Christmas. It’s very, very, special to me.

2a. The Nutcracker

The Nutcracker is in the same situation as How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I have a lot of love for this thing, in ll forms, but the one i remember so vividly is the opera they used to show every season. My grandma really loved opera and orchestral music. I miss her.

1b. Batman Returns

I told you Burton was going to be all over this thing. Bro, how can this thing not be on the top of this list? Batman Returns left a real impression, man. Michelle Pfiefer’s Catwoman did things to me that would have reverberating effects through the rest of my life! She is, more than any other reason, why i have an unhealthy infatuation for crazy chicks. Also Nancy Downs but The Craft isn’t a Christmas movie. Outside of the way that patent leather catsuit ruined me for normal relationships, Batman Returns is just a force of f*cking nature. It’s Pure Tim Burton and i adore that man’s eye. He is one of my favorite creators and Batman is one of my favorite heroes. How can this thing not make my list? Batman Returns couldn’t take the number two spot, mostly because it jockeys for position with Nightmare pretty actively. I love them both so much, it’s hard to give the number one spot to either of them so, you know, split the difference.

1a. The Nightmare Before Christmas

This is Halloween! I remember being so hype about this movie. Nine year old Smokey was super into this film and that love carries through to this day. Every time it airs, i catch it or, at least, i used to when i had television. I saw this thing day one in theaters, made my mom buy the VHS, it was one of the very first DVDs i ever purchased with my own money, and was the third Blue ray i got after picking up my PS3. The wild thing is, it’s not just me either. Nightmare has become a pinnacle of the cultural zeitgeist. This thing is all over the place. People get tattoos of Jack. Halloween Town even made it into a few Kingdom Hearts games and it wasn’t even a Disney movie at first! It was banished to the subsidiary of Touchstone when it first released because the Mouse House didn’t believe in it! Talk about a miscalculations.

Honorable Mentions: Tokyo Godfathers, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Bad Santa, Elf, Carol, Anna and the Apocalypse

#Smokey brand Select #Christmas movies #Christmas #Tis the season #Happy Holidays

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The autobot human friend(animated) decides to sneak to the decepticon cave and give them a Christmas no matter what

TFA Reader Insert – Spreading Joy

A/N – Merry Holidays, two years late (So sorry, I was always bad at timing.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Optimus asked, frowning concernedly at you.

“Hm?” You blinked, noticing that he was staring at you. “Sorry Optimus, did you say something?”

“I asked if you wanted to help us decorate the base tonight for your holiday, Christmas, but you didn’t answer. So, is everything alright?”

You blushed at having been caught not paying attention, “Yes, sorry. I suppose I was just thinking about some things.”

“A shanix for your thoughts?”

“I was just wondering whether the holidays will see you fighting the Decepticons again, or if they’ll be quiet this year.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will be just fine.”

“I suppose so. I just wish that Megatron could see the beauty of our planet, like you guys do.”

“Sorry (Y/N), but some things never change. Megatron is just one of those things. It’s nice that you’re hoping for a better future for the ‘Cons, but it’s better if you don’t waste your time tonight.”

“Sure,” You said, walking over to the group who were putting up the tree, though as you decorated, you couldn’t help thinking of Scrooge in from the Christmas Carol. Sure, he was only a fictional character, but he had been shown the way to change; maybe the Decepticons could be given that opportunity as-well.

As Christmas drew nearer, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the Decepticons and the comparison to Scrooge you had accidentally made. Perhaps, if you could give them a real Christmas, they might find the beauty in your small planet after all.

Fortunately, you knew that Sari’s father, Professor Sumdac, had been working on a private plane that would make travel possible for anyone with a regular driving licence. It’s one flaw? It couldn’t be picked up on any radar thus far; hopefully that would count for Cybertronian radar as well.

“Thank you, Professor Sumdac,” You beamed, relieved that he was allowing you to test out his plane at your request. All you’d had to do was tell him that you wished to lend a hand with the toys for tots delivery and he had been putty in your hands.

“No problem (Y/N). I’m glad that it’s you requesting the test-run instead of the military. Toys for tots is a much better use for my inventions than a silly war.”

You grinned at that. At least it was true that you weren’t using the plane for a war; in fact, you were trying to end one.

After hauling various boxes of Christmas decorations into the plane, you took off, finding it more than easy to fly the simple machine. You plotted the coordinates to the Decepticon lair, hoping that there would be no way for Professor Sumdac to find out where you had gone when you returned the plane to him.

Although you felt that what you were doing the right thing to do, you couldn’t help feeling anxious that it was a silly pipe-dream. All the same, you tried calming your jittery nerves by humming the various Christmas songs you knew.

Finally, in the chorus of ‘Do they Know it’s Christmas,’ you spotted the Decepticon lair. You couldn’t see if anyone was outside because of the heavy snowfall blocking your view. You only hoped that the snow covered you as well in case anyone was out on patrol.

Landing among the cover of trees near the mines, you lugged out the boxes of decorations, glad that you’d had the foresight to bring a dolly to carry them; after all, it would speed things up and you were relying on speed so you didn’t run into any of your unwitting hosts.

“Alright Decepticons, get ready to be blasted with joy,” You whispered to yourself, taking your first tentative steps into the old mines.

Every step felt heavy with trepidation. You kept to the sides of the mines, often stopping to look around or listen for anyone coming. Only once did you fear that your heart might stop as Lugnut and Blitzwing walked right past you. Fortunately, Blitzwing was in his Random mood, tormenting Lugnut into a rage; the pair passed you, too deep in their argument to notice a stray human on the ground. Once they were gone, you remained where you were, too scared to move any further in case they came back.

After ten minutes or so, you finally left the safety of your shadowy corner to head further into the lair, stopping only when you reached the main cavern where the Decepticons clearly spent most of their time.

“Okay,” You breathed, when you sure that Blitzwing, Lugnut or Megatron weren’t anywhere nearby. “Time to get things moving.”

You had never decorated so fast in your life. Then again, you had never had the threat of being held hostage to motivate you. First, you set up an inflatable tree which was the only thing you could get to match the Decepticons size without help. While the electric pump slowly brought the tree to life you wrapped red and silver tinsel around the computer’s keyboard, adding colourful fairy lights afterwards.

Since the tree itself couldn’t hold any baubles, you hung them of various stalagmites, which you also sprayed with artificial snow. Everywhere you went, you made sure to throw some glitter around for good measure. Once you had placed some large stuffed toys of Santa, snowmen, and elves in various locations, you surveyed your work. Granted, it was still a mine and there was little you could do to make it homier, but you didn’t think it was a bad job, especially when you hung the Merry Christmas banner as high as you could near the entrance.

You were almost finished but you had one more box which was the most special of all. It had taken a lot of time, but you had made a tiny replica of each Decepticon and wrapped them up individually in paper the colour of each bot. Their names hung off them, printed in fancy cursive that you had to use a stencil to write.

As a last touch, you left two Christmas films that you hoped the Decepticons would watch. The first was the film that had inspired your miniature quest, A Christmas Carol. The second was a film you thought Icy and Blitzwing would enjoy a lot more, Die Hard.

Once everything was set up and in place, you snuck out of the Decepticon base, hoping that your stunt to make the Cybertronians love Earth would work.

Megatron was not amused by what he saw when he returned to the base. He wanted to punish his subordinates for their hijinks and order them to take down the infernal rubbish that had been placed around the base. Yet, as the pair sat in front of the computer, watching a human known only as John McClane battle it out on screen with the intellectually superior Hans Gruber, he revelled in the peace; at least the trashy Earth media was keeping them quiet for a while.

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