# 7 - Die Hard Fan

Warning: swearing

"You ready!?" Jake shouted from the kitchen as you threw some popcorn up in the air, catching it in your mouth.

"I've been ready for the past ten minutes!" You replied, munching happily on the food.

The couch then suddenly dipped beside you as Jake jumped over the back of it, landing pretty much on your lap, muttering, "Parkour." You chuckled at him. He quickly pressed play and so, Die Hard began.

He laid down with his head comfortably in your lap. You sighed sadly as Alan Rickman showed up, running your fingers through Jake's hair, "I miss him." You muttered and Jake took your hand in his.

"Don't we all." He replied and then continued after a moment. "But his hair is killing it in this movie." You raised an eyebrow at him and he looked up at you with a huge smile. "Get it? Cause he's the bad guy-"

"I got it."

...

You hummed in thought, watching the black man quickly type away at the computer, singing a christmas carol. "I trust him." You concluded.

Jake scoffed and straightened up, resting his head on your shoulder instead. "You shouldn't. He's one of the bad guys."

"I trust him." You repeated.

"Well, you're wrong-"

"Look at his sweater, Jake!"

"He's hacking the building, (Y/N)!"

You shook your head. "I still trust him."

...

You two watched as John McClane stealthily made his way through the building, fighting and quipping his way through. Jake turned to you with a dorky grin on his face. "I'll have you know, babe, this is exactly what I'm like when I'm working." He told you.

"Oh, really?" He hummed and nodded, turning back to the screen. "And I suppose if I were to ask Rosa she'd say the same thing?"

"Of course." He scoffed

"What about that time Gina told me you ran away, screaming, because of an old woman and her 12 year old Tabby?"

"Listen, she was terrifying, okay?" A smirk wound it's way onto your face, knowing you'd won. You leant up and pecked his cheek.

"You're my John McClane." You assured him and watched as a grin tilted at his lips.

...

You watched tensely and Harry Ellis began to talk to Hans, trying to save his own skin. Your hands tightly wound with Jake's as he betrayed John.

"Oh God, I knew Ellis was a piece of shit!"

"Don't worry," Jake assured you, "He'll get what's coming to him." And Ellis certainly did. Both you and Jake pretty much cheered in relief when Hans shot him.

...

You squeaked and ran your hands anxiously down your face as Hans put on an American accent, trying to trick McClane into thinking he was one of the hostages.

"Don't trust him, John!" You all but shouted towards the T.V.

Jake chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, rubbing your side comfortingly. "He'll be okay baby."

John was quick to reveal that he definitely wasn't stupid enough to give Hans a gun with bullets nor believe his story which had you and Jake applauding. "Yes, McClane!" Jake whooped.

...

"No!" You wailed as John, after being cornered in an office, glanced towards the exit, the floor littered with glass shards then towards his bare feet. "Please tell me he doesn't..."

"Oh but he does." And so, the next scene consisted of John waddling to somewhere safe he could mend his cut feet, leaving a trail of blood behind him which had you cringing with each step he took.

...

As the end credits played, Jake clapped happily before turning to you. "Wasn't that awesome!?"

You chuckled and nodded your head. "Very awesome." You agreed, smiling at his childishness and how happy this movie made him.

He then screamed, "BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE EVER!"

A/N:

Ohhhh boy did y'all see the amazing pun that is the title? You're all welcome for my comedic genius ;)