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mightyeagle100 · 2 years
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Jingle bell Rocks
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maria-scribbles · 3 years
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yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker
movie night at your place sparks the age old debate: is die hard really a christmas film?
fandom: outer banks
ship: slight jj maybank x reader, pogue friendship
word count: 967
featuring: too many movie references/mentions, the pogues being cute, swearing, overuse of italics for ✨emphasis✨
a/n: day 5 of my holiday challenge, a day late ‘cause work sucked ass. idk what this even is lmao (is it bad to say that i’ve never seen die hard the whole way through? oops). unbetaed, all mistakes are my b.
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December 2020
"Okay, which one are we watching first: Elf, Home Alone, or How the Grinch Stole Christmas?" You asked, holding all three DVDs in your hands and turning to face your friends piled together on the couch; everyone yelled out their choice at once and the sheer volume of their combined voices made you wince.
"Jesus, guys, take it down a notch! We're not debating which one is the best of all time, here.”
You laughed as Kiara lovingly flipped you off from her seat between Pope and John B before she leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza from the box on the table. "Too late, Y/N. The answer is Home Alone and anyone who says otherwise-" she turned to stare pointedly at John B as Pope nodded in agreement- "is wrong."
"No, it's gotta be Grinch, hands down." He fired back, nudging Sarah in the side with his elbow. "Back me up here."
The blonde girl just shrugged and took a casual sip of her beer. "You're both wrong because it's obviously Elf, no question."
"Correct!" You smiled in approval and spun on your heel to slip the DVD into the player, ignoring the rest of the group's protests, then grabbed the remote and squeezed into the spot between Pope and JJ. "No bitching! I'm the host, what I say goes."
"Hate to break it to you but everyone already knows what the greatest Christmas movie of all time is." JJ finally spoke up as he threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer to his side. "It's Die Hard."
"For the last time, no, it is not. It's not even a holiday movie!" Pope stated while you and Kiara exchanged a flat look over the back of the couch. Every single year, ever since the first annual pogue Christmas movie night back in fifth grade, the two boys (and occasionally John B, whenever he felt like making trouble) would have the same argument, going over the same points like two annoying, infuriating broken records and never reaching a conclusion. It was practically as traditional as the movie night itself.
"It takes place during a holiday party, so yes, it is!"
"Dude, the setting doesn't change the fact that it's a typical action movie!"
To your right, you could hear low conversation as John B filled Sarah in on the Great Die Hard Debate, Kiara adding details every once in a while and you wished you'd picked to sit on the end of the couch instead, where you wouldn't be stuck in right in the middle of the action. That massive crush you had on JJ always seemed to get you into trouble without fail. 
"Guys, can't we just agree to disagree?" Your hopeful question went ignored and you sighed, not surprised in the slightest as you relaxed against the blond boy's side with your arms crossed. Kiara caught your eye and mouthed, "you tried," before offering you a sympathetic smile. 
"The fucking screenwriter himself said it was 'as much of a holiday film as White Christmas', and that's a direct quote, I can prove it!" JJ said, starting to reach for his phone as Pope laughed and shook his head.
"And Bruce Willis himself, the fucking star of it, said, and I quote, 'Die Hard is not a Christmas movie.'"
"Well, if Die Hard's a Christmas movie then so's Mean Girls, if you think about it." To everyone's shock it was Sarah who interrupted the loud -oh so loud- discussion around a mouthful of popcorn and upon seeing the sea of five blank faces staring back at her, she continued, “The Jingle Bell Rock scene? Technically, it should count.”
“But it’s only one scene, not the whole movie.” JJ leaned forward to argue with the girl at the other end of the couch and you, out of spite that you lost your comfy spot tucked against his warm shoulder, decided to take a page out of John B’s book and stir the pot.
“You know, Sarah’s got a good point. What about the ugly sweater party in Bridget Jones’ Diary?”
“Or Narnia?” Kiara quickly added before JJ or Pope, sitting up now, too and looking like he just swallowed a sour lemon, could counter. “They get presents from Santa!”
“Um, Edward Scissorhands? Winona Ryder dancing in the snow?” That was John B adding his two cents and it opened the floodgates for everyone to start listing off different movies in rapid fire succession.
“You’ve Got Mail!”
“Gremlins!”
“Rocky!”
“Like, every Harry Potter movie. Seriously.”
“I can’t believe I have to listen to this...this slander!” Pope said, shaking his head in disgust while JJ crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch in a huff.
“And I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you!”
Kiara raised an eyebrow and looked back and forth between the two boys. “Oh, now you can agree on something? Do you guys even realize how fucking stupid you sound?”
“No.” 
“Yes.”
“Okay, executive order from the host! Die Hard is whatever you want it to be.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table before pushing Pope’s chest until he relaxed back against the couch. “Believe what you wanna believe but do it quietly, I just wanna watch Elf in peace. Capiche?”
When no one protested otherwise you pressed play, then tucked yourself under JJ’s arm once again; he squeezed your shoulder in response and you couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face.
The blissful silence lasted only ten minutes before John B shot up straight and turned to the rest of you with wide eyes, his next words sending the whole room into chaos once again.
“How did we forget Iron Man 3?!”
You just put your head in your hands and groaned.
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