Scott Morgan

Hi, I'm Scott and welcome to jackass. Non-fandom OC Roleplay blog I owe responses to: n/a i track the tag 'annihilateeradicate'

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It’s Fucking Snowing

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Henry was initially excited since he was getting to eat, but he saw how weird Scott was acting. He looked absolutely terrified and he could tell that his hands were shaking. He took his food and looked up at him with a worried expression, wondering what was going on. His immediate thought was, “here it comes. He’s going to break up with me.” Once he started talking, he was starting to shake just like him. He was unsure of what he was going to say, which just scared him even more. At least he finally got to date someone. At least he got to enjoy it while he could and Scott wouldn’t have to be stuck with him. Shit, he really thought that this would last longer than a month. “Recovery from what? What happened?”

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“This is not info I would tell just anyone. We’ve only been dating a month, normally that wouldn’t be enough time,” Scott chewed on his bottom lip. “But, you’re the first person I’ve actually dated in awhile so I feel I owe you that much.”

He took a bite of the sandwich he didn’t want, looked out the window at the snow piling on the streets outside. “You’re a demon hunter but this is still going to sound stupid so just hear me out,” He sighed.

“I’m a werewolf.”

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It’s Fucking Snowing

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“Not really. You missed me being really lazy.” He laughed softly before taking a sip of his soda. He let out a huge yawn once again before he laid his head back on Scott’s shoulder, finding it to be a very comfy pillow. He knew he probably should have been more angry that Scott ignored him for days, but he couldn’t bring himself to be. He was absolutely smitten and his judgement was a bit clouded. If anyone else besides him had done this, he would be fucking pissed. Honestly, he was just happy that he was talking to him again and wasn’t planning on ignoring him like he assumed he eventually would.

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“Right,” Scott said. He couldn’t stall forever. His name was called over a speaker and he went to retrieve their food. When he returned, he internally groaned at himself for putting everything important in his life off. Especially when it comes to the person he was literally dating, and telling him about being a werewolf. 

“Okay, so I was gone for three days,” He started. His hands were a little shaky as he reached for his sandwich and fries. “A lot of shit happened. Well, the first night a lot of shit happened, and then the rest of my silence was because I was in recovery. But that’s not really the point.” He could feel himself rambling to waste more time, and was still debating whether or not making up an excuse would be a better solution than oh, by the way, every month i have to kill and eat a human being in order to survive. Also, I turn in to a wolf during this time. Crazy.’ 

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“Um, I want…” Henry ordered a number one with large fries like always and waited for Scott to pay for everything. He felt a little bad that Scott was paying for everything, but also he didn’t really have that much money and he needed to save up for the new animal crossing game. Soon they were wandering over to go get their drinks as they waited for their food to be made. “Even if you don’t recommend fighting she will still try. You know how she is. Once you piss her off she’ll be out for vengeance for all eternity.”

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Scott pushed his cup against the lever on the soda machine and laughed. “You have to admire her tenacity,” He admitted. He placed the lid on his drink and scanned the area for a clean table and chose the booth in the farthest corner. He sat down in the middle of the seat so that Henry would sit on the other booth and he could actually look at him when he was talking.

“H-how’ve you been? Did I miss anything important while I was gone?”

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It’s Fucking Snowing

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Henry’s hair was an absolute mess, but he didn’t even feel like putting in the effort to fix it. He was just glad that Scott didn’t mind that he was a lazy mess who wouldn’t even dress himself if he didn’t have to. Jesus christ, he got way too lucky in finding this guy. He was hot and didn’t judge him for answering the door in a pair of boxers and a blanket wrapped around him. And he was sweet too. God, he was so fucking gay. He kept his face against Scott’s arm until they were finally in Wendy’s and it was freezing cold. He felt like his nose was going to fall off, even as he had it pressed up against his boyfriend’s shoulder. It was too cold! This is how he knew there was no god! If he really cared about him he wouldn’t let it get below fifty degrees outside! “I mean, we could go back to my place but I’m scared that Artie will come home and try to fight you. She was really mad that you hadn’t talked to me in a while.” Artie was probably more upset than he was. She seemed like she really was considering murdering his ass.

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Scott opened the glass doors for Henry, and they were greeted by a gust of hot air coming from inside. No one else was inside besides bored and tired looking employees, which was good. “Yeah,” Scott agreed, “She has the right to be mad, and so do you. But I wouldn’t recommend the fight.”

Stepping up to the counter, the disgruntled teenager behind the register asked them what they wanted before Scott had a chance to even really step inside. He ordered a chicken sandwich, seemed harmless enough that he could keep it down, and then he pulled out his wallet to find cash while Henry ordered.

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“Well, me getting something like a cold is better than Artie getting stabbed.” Henry was sure that even if Artie got a cut on her she would freak out, but it was nice to know that Scott was worried about him. He squeezed his hand as he watched the snow fall, finding it to be beautiful. If only it wasn’t so fucking cold then maybe he would be able to enjoy it more. He soon yawned and hid his face in Scott’s shoulder, finding that he was already getting tired. He knew he wouldn’t make it for that long. “Once we eat we should go back to your place and watch a movie or something. Is Clark home?”

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“Good point,” Scott realized. “I’d hate to see any of you get hurt really. You’re good people with a dangerous job, and that’s weird to me I guess. I don’t think I’d ever do something like that. I’m already a danger to myself.”

Scott held Henry’s hand tighter, fixed his own hair with the other, and could see the sign for Wendy’s in the distance past the falling snow. He looked down at Henry as he yawned and smiled, he was too cute. The scene was laid out perfectly for something a lot more romantic then Scott could muster. For a moment he considered kissing Henry but honestly didn’t feel like he deserved to. Maybe if things went over well after he explained his disappearance, but otherwise he couldn’t see himself mustering the courage.

“I did buy some new movies recently, so yeah, we can,” Scott answered. “Clark’s at work, I think. Or something. He hasn’t been home all day, said he was going to be busy, but didn’t say what he was going to do.” Probably reaping, maybe drinking. Who knows.

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“Um, let’s go to Wendy’s.” You would think Henry would want to go somewhere nice and fancy with his boyfriend, but the kid always preferred fast food over anything else. If he didn’t have his powers, he would most likely have diabetes or something. He supposed he was just lucky enough to get this certain power. He stood close to Scott as they walked, already shivering even though they had barely made it out the door. How did this guy stay so warm all the time? It was almost like he couldn’t even get cold. It was kind of weird, but he had ran into much stranger things so it really wasn’t important enough to question. “Um, well we’ve been trying. I think it’s mostly been Noah and Erika. Me and Artie’s hunts usually involve her trying to shoot things and me getting stabbed. We’re kind of stupid.”

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“Sounds good to me, Wendy’s isn’t too far,” Scott tried to make a mental map of the city in his mind as he spoke. Wasn’t the Wendy’s just a few streets over? Yeah, he remembered now. “Haven’t been there in awhile.”

Scott shrugged, “I mean, aren’t Noah and Erika pretty good? They’ve got the practice in. If you and Artie keep going you won’t be so bad. Just...try not to get stabbed anymore. I hate to see you sick when you’re recovering from stuff like that.”

He was putting off the truth until they sat down with food. There was no way Scott was going to tell him about the werewolf shit until Henry was comfortably sitting down and eating. There wouldn’t be a better time than that, anyway.

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“You’re too smooth for your own good.” Henry giggled and threw the gloves down, preferring to hold Scott’s hand than wear them. It was probably a bad idea to leave Artie’s gloves on the coffee table since if she knew he took them she would probably try to kill him, but it was worth. Maybe if he just stayed out with Scott until tomorrow she would forget about it. (But probably not that girl loved to hold a grudge.) He took Scott’s hand, already having a good idea of where he wanted to go. If he was really going to make it up to him, then he would at least have to get him food and maybe a new scarf since some demon tore up his last one. Though, they probably wouldn’t even have a chance to do all of that stuff before Henry would complain about being tired and wanted to go home. “Let’s go get food first. I haven’t had the chance to eat out for a while.”

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Scott led Henry outside and on the sidewalk, “Where would you want to go for food?” He was the exact opposite of hungry at the moment, but he’d fake that for the sake of posterity. When you spend an entire night gorging on human meat for the sake of survival, you can’t really stomach much else for awhile after.

“You been hunting a lot with Artie lately?” Scott asked. “There haven’t been a whole lot of demon sightings lately from what I’ve heard.”

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Right. Okay. Ikea. That’s what properly functioning members of society did; they went to Ikea and the bought desks and lamps and bed frames and all that shit that made up a house and they looked normal. Of course, that wasn’t really what he was there for, he had given up home of being a functioning member of society back when he decided to live in a shitty apartment with 8 other people instead of going to college. He was just here to find a bed frame. He made enough money at work now to be able to afford the rent and his drugs, and he was sick of sleeping on a plain mattress on the ground as people stepped over him to get to the kitchen. This was a step up but…

Jesus, was he supposed to have done research or something? There was so many different kinds of frames for different sizes and shapes and some were metal others were wooden and…was that plastic? What the hell? Why couldn’t he just buy one? Every time he asked a store clerk they told him they didn’t have enough information to help him. What did you need? He had a mattress. On the fucking ground. In the slums of Chicago. Just give him a fucking bed frame.

Then the announcement came on, announcing they were closing soon, and Richard wasn’t even in the bedroom section anymore. He had somehow find his way into the depths of Ikea, looking at the strange miscellaneous items that he was convinced had no real purpose…How had he gotten here? How was he getting back?

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Scott didn’t need furniture. He wasn’t what you would call a ‘responsible adult.’ He had come to Ikea for food and maybe also sleep on display beds. Clark always bought furniture, and never the shit you had to assemble yourself, so being here was a new experience for Scott. He was losing his insane swedish department store virginity.

When the announcement for closing came over the speakers, he knew a powerful moment of opportunity had been bestowed upon him. He immediately left the food court and went out of sight of all employees. And he hid. Because he was a child and bringer of mayhem and literally so dumb. He waited until the lighters were off, crept from his hiding spot slowly to look for employees and when none were in sight he lept up and smiled mischievously. How much of this store could he ruin before someone came to open it in the morning? He wondered if he wasn’t the only straggler left within the store, and he wondered how often this sort of thing happened.

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It’s Fucking Snowing

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Henry wasn’t really sure why Scott seemed so nervous. He usually never acted like this. Besides, he had been in here before but usually everyone else was home when he was. With Artie and her interrogations and Walker sometimes coming in, it was no wonder he never felt like he belonged here.

He quickly went to his room and pulled on a super warm sweater that Artie had bought for him along with his heaviest jacket. It was fucking snowing outside so he needed all that he could get. He was even wearing like three pairs of socks so his toes wouldn’t freeze in this weather.

“You ready to go? We could go window shopping or-ooh, also I have two pairs of gloves if you need to borrow some!” Of course they were Artie’s so hopefully they would fit Scott’s hands. Henry was worried that his hands were just a bit too small for him.

“And you better keep me warm, okay?”

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Scott rose up from his seat and smiled at Henry. “We can go wherever you wanna go, it’s all my treat,” He offered. “I told you I want to make things up to you, and I’m keeping that promise.” He held out his hand to Henry and told him he would be fine without gloves, any warm clothing he was wearing was purely for show. His body produced a lot of heat for several days after returning to human form. “I’ll keep your hands warm too,” he told him. “If you get too cold, I won’t complain if you want to get closer to me,” Scott smirked a little.

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Henry grinned, obviously happy that Scott hadn’t completely forgotten about him. His cheeks began to turn red as he took the flowers and he soon became a bit embarrassed. This guy was willing to walk out into the cold for him and go buy him some flowers. He really wanted to yell at him before, but now he didn’t even have the will to do it.

Scott was lucky he was cute.

“I wasn’t really planning on going out today.” Henry looked back into the living room as he held the flowers close to his chest. This was so fucking sweet of him!

“Come sit down. Well, as long as you’re willing to wait for me to change.” It was so fucking cold outside but he was glad that he could spend time with Scott. At least he had him to keep him warm.

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“Y-yeah I can wait, no problem,” Scott nodded, widening his eyes in nervousness. Entering Henry’s house felt like he was intruding, he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel like he belonged here. He followed Henry inside and sat down on the couch and smiled thinly up at Henry, this being one of the very few times in which we could.

 He felt so guilty about not having told him, but he would get to explain everything. It was okay if Henry was mad at him and didn’t want to forgive him, he could understand that. He just wanted Henry to know why he went off the radar for three days.

“I’ll be here,” He assured him.

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There’s something really anxiety-inducing about waiting on someones porch with flower’s in your hand while its so cold outside your balls have turned to ice, but Scott does it anyway. Because he owes Henry this. Last time they were together had been a few days ago, and after that Scott had stupid werewolf shit to deal with and hadn’t talked to him since. 

He felt like shit for not telling Henry about it, but at the same time, the shift was always so draining and he knew Henry would immediately rush to his side to take care of him. The person Scott was right after a shift was not the person he ever wanted Henry around. That guy is a dick.

He rang the doorbell and waited.

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Henry hadn’t heard from Scott ever since they hung out a few days ago. He attempted to text him but found no reply. Did he make him mad or annoy him? Shit, this guy was going to be the end of him. Without Scott being another person to drag him out of bed, he spent most of his days just laying in bed playing video games. He also freaked out a little bit and Artie immediately responded with “Where is he? I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. I will destroy him.”

He wanted to think that he was just busy, but of course his anxiety got the better of him. The only one who seemed to be happy about this was Walker, and Henry instantly assumed that it was because he hated him.

When the doorbell rang, he was sitting in bed underneath his covers, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He didn’t want to answer the door. It was cold outside…

But eventually he wandered out of bed and to the door, lazily opening the door only to find Scott standing there with…oh my god, he had fucking flowers.

“Are those for me?”

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“Huh?” Scott looked down at the flowers he’d momentarily forgot he was holding. “Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I know a video game would probably be a better gift to ask for your forgiveness with but flowers were cheaper.”

He apologized again and handed Henry the flowers. “I’ve been missing in action for a few days, and I’m sure I made you worry, so I want to make it up to you,” He said. “I’d like to go on a date, we can just walk around the park and get some food. If you get too cold you can have my jacket.”

Scott looked at what Henry was wearing and almost wanted to laugh, this guy was cute. “But maybe you should put on something warmer to begin with, its freezing out here.”

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There’s something really anxiety-inducing about waiting on someones porch with flower’s in your hand while its so cold outside your balls have turned to ice, but Scott does it anyway. Because he owes Henry this. Last time they were together had been a few days ago, and after that Scott had stupid werewolf shit to deal with and hadn’t talked to him since. 

He felt like shit for not telling Henry about it, but at the same time, the shift was always so draining and he knew Henry would immediately rush to his side to take care of him. The person Scott was right after a shift was not the person he ever wanted Henry around. That guy is a dick.

He rang the doorbell and waited.

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OOC important announcement thing

hello friends i am gonna revamp scott hes gonna be a lot different and his fc is also changing so heads up sorry

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[HEnry, hey. youu are such a cute i don't think I've met super cute guys like you before. Thanks for your fac e. I think even my buD Dy jACk dani ls agrees wit me.]

Henry threw his phone down on the bed, his face instantly flaring up. Did Scott just really send him something like that? He covered up his reddening face and attempted to breathe correctly. It was obvious that Scott was drunk, but still…

He picked up his phone anxiously and struggled to text back.

[Scott, are you drunk?]

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Scott reached out for his glass of whiskey but fell short and it slipped through his fingers, ultimately falling off his coffee table and on the floor. He heard is phone go off and he squinted at the screen as he read.

[mAY bee a little. is it ovbiou s?]

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"I think I would enjoy your company as well." Henry had to force that out because he was embarrased at saying something like that to him. "And I’m pretty sure I can handle you when the sun is up. I’ve met some people that I can’t stand so you shouldn’t be a problem." He didn’t believe that this guy could ever be a bastard. Right now, he seemed so nice. There was no way he could be that bad. "And I feel as if I must warn you that I’ve been told that I can be a brat sometimes."

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"Good, then I guess we make a good pair, the two of us. A bastard and a brat, on a date to see a movie of the brat's choice, say maybe...Saturday?" Scott was asking permission to speak with every word he said, he felt so strange going for something like this at such an odd time in his life. "If that's what you would like."

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Henry shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up into the sky still trying to keep himself from blushing. He had definitely calmed down since that kiss but he was still afraid of messing up somehow. “I’m glad to be an exception. I’ve never really had a stranger kiss me but I don’t really plan on making it a habit.”

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"I guess we're not really strangers anymore?" Scott held up a hand flat in the air, as if to give up. "You might not think much of me in the daylight though. I'm a real bastard once the sun is up." Figuratively or literally was the question, but not one he would answer. "Regardless of that I would still enjoy your company sometime."

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"Well, I mean, you could," Henry smiled at himself, thinking about it for a second before continuing, "but I guess you’re right. She’s either really annoyed that I’m not home or super worried. Either way Artie’s gonna have something to scold me about when I get home." Sometimes he wished he didn’t live with Artie and this was definitely one of those times.

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Scott had half a mind to make a very terrible joke about the scolding bit, but he didn't want Henry to stumble or choke on air, so he kept it to himself. "I would love it, don't get me wrong," Scott said. "I don't usually make a habit of kissing strangers, but I'm glad I made an exception just this once."