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Originally posted by joyeuxno-el

Title: Cold December Night

A/N: So I know it was never discussed what the characters celebrated holiday wise on MTV Scream or if it was I missed it, but I decided to write a small holiday/christmas themed Audrey Jensen Imagine. It’s not anything religious, but I’m going to warn that there are holiday themes discussed in this imagine. It’s not mean to offend or claim that certain characters of the show celebrate this holiday. Anyways enjoy, I just wanted to write something cute.

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Song to listen to: Cold December Night - Michael Bublé

You and Audrey were walking down the streets of Lakewood after the two of you had just finished grabbing coffee from the cafe Emma works at. Audrey had gotten a plain cup of coffee and you had a hazelnut latte with whip that gave you enough sugar to keep your heart beating fast. Or was it something else. The two of you were doing your last minute holiday shopping grabbing a few things around the boutiques near the theatre and coffee shop.
Audrey was wearing her leather jacket, wrapped in a black chunky knit scarf and black hat over her short hair and ear. You wore your thick, over sized denim jack that used to belong to your mother over a sweater, wrapped in a knit grey scarf and matching hat. Both of you had chilled noses and rosy cheeks against the cold winter air. The sun had gone down and people were still walking the street holding large bags of treasures for their friends and family for which ever holidays they were about to celebrate.
“It’s a lot colder than I had thought it would be tonight,” You say looking over at Audrey. The short hair girl was looking up at the string of lights decorating a nearby shop. They were rainbow, with green, blue, red, and purple bulbs twinkling, that casted a reddish purple glow on Audrey’s face. “But I enjoy wearing a warm scarf and hat and that feeling that comes from bundling up and drinking hot coffee.”
“I don’t hate it, but my hands are cold,” Audrey says rubbing them together quickly for a few seconds and then places them over her lips to blow warm air into them. “I didn’t think I would need my gloves today.”
“Here,” You strip your hands of the knit gloves that covered your fingers and shove them into your pocket. Boldly you grab the girls hand and place them between yours. Audrey turns her head to the side, shyly looking away while you try to warm her hands up, rubbing them in-between yours. “How’s that? Is it better?”
“Actually,” Audrey looks down at her hands. “It does help, but once you let got of my hands they are going to get cold again.”
“Why don’t you wear my gloves for a while, my hands aren’t that cold.” You drop the Audrey’s hands and pull out your gloves. Quickly you shove them into one of her hands.
“I can’t do that, it’s my fault that I didn’t bring mine and I’m sure we’ll be heading out soon.” Audrey pulls out her phone and looks at the time. “It’s almost 8pm and that movie marathon is about to come on.”
“Let’s walk a bit longer, I’m enjoying this walk we’re having, it’s actually feeling like the holidays out here with you…” You start to walk off looking at the lights on wrapped around a street lamp.
“Wait what?” Audrey asks perking her face up quickly following behind.
“There are lights on the shops and people dressed in their coats, It feels almost magical out here,” You smile. “Almost like Christmas or something.”
“I definitely feel something,” Audrey says biting down on her lower lip and awkwardly pulling on the gloves. “I’m going to give these back to you before we leave because it’s not fair.”
“Okay if you say so.” You nudge the leather jacket wearing girl on the shoulder.
“This is nice, us walking to together without the group for a change, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with you alone, it’s nice to spend time with people one on one.”

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Summary:  “You know what your uncle always says, ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.’”   What was Jack thinking as he ran toward the haus right after graduation? A peek at Jack Zimmermann falling in love with Eric Bittle. A love as sweet as honey.

Originally posted by itsybittle

“You know what your uncle always says, ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.’”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, go say goodbye. You won’t be back here for some time, you know? If that’s what your heart is telling you, you should go… Go really say goodbye.”

Jack let the words his father said sink in, and then he knew exactly where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.

“Oh.”

In that instant, Jack took off. He didn’t even bother removing his graduation gown. He ran through the park and straight toward the haus. Immediately, moments the two had shared began splattering across his mind. And Jack ran hard, spurred on by a single word. Bitty.

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The knots were what appeared first. Deep and unrelenting, churning and turning in the pit of Jack’s stomach. Then, it was a cold sweat at the base of his spine – a cold that refused to leave, no matter how much he willed it. Anytime Bad Bob came to see him play, it was always the same. His anxiety would rear its head and continue to hang around even after the fact. Fucking fantastic.

Proud. He wanted to make his father proud, but what if he failed? Crisse. At least his mother wouldn’t be coming out this time around. It’s not that Jack didn’t want to see Alicia, but if he failed…well, no need to have them both be a witness to that.

“No, I want you to come papa, I swear,” Jack said clutching his phone tightly.

The cool breeze outside helped a bit, but only a bit. Jack swung his legs as he sat at the end of the loading dock.

“You know my anxiety is going to be a problem no matter what. It’s not you! Sorry, yeah, sorry. Okay. I have to go back.”

He ended the call and cradled his head in his hands, trying to steady his breath. He hadn’t had a full-blown panic attack in a while, so at least Jack was thankful for that.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Are you okay?”

He looked up and saw Bittle standing by the door. Bittle approached slowly and sat next to Jack. In his lap, a box of jock straps.

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