“Oscar!” It came out more like a hiss than Wyatt intented to but he was frustrated. Despite loving his boyfriend with all his heart, right now he felt like Oscar was determined to misunderstand him and make things difficult for him. “I’m not a child anymore! If I want to stay up all night, searching for demons, I will. You know I have to!” Despite, what alternatives did he have? Lying awake all night, thinking about how Chris died because Wyatt wasn’t strong enough to save him? Why was this so difficult for Oscar to understand?@endswithbeginnings

“Have I ever told you how grateful I am that you’re here? Trying to help. If not, I am. Very grateful. Thank you, Ollie.”

Turning one page in his comic book, Max didn’t even bother to look up. “You know that I know when you’re approaching me, right? You’re walking always tells me. So don’t even bother sneaking up on me.” He teased Owen and smirked, finally raising his head to look at the other. “Nice you’re finally showing up. For a moment I was under the impression you forgot we were supposed to meet.”

@endswithbeginnings - This here is a blog that I have lots of feelings about. Lots meaning I could talk for hours about how fantastic and kind they are. They sticked with me in a bad situation, they are still interested in writing with me even though my activity varies so much and all this makes me eternal grateful. Because I adore this blog. All muses are well thought off, have a backstory and are all different from each other. Their threads are always deep, no matter if its one of our threads or not. Seriously, this blog deserves all the love in the world and I hope I could express a tiny part of this. 

“I like many things, and many people. I’m not sure I could possibly narrow it down. Although I have recently learned to appreciate a charming smile, especially when accompanied by a pair of strong arms.”

“Whoa. Alright. Calm down. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Mike held his arms up in mock surrender. “... Talk to me. Explain it to me; what’s bothering you?”

Scott came out to check on some suspicious stories he’d been hearing on the news lately. It sounded extremely supernatural. Little did he know that the scene was going to be swarmed with people. He managed to push his way into the crowd, trying to look past the people and police tape for clues that might evade the police when he felt an unfamiliar hand running up his thigh. He stiffened, his breath catching as his body automatically began to react. He looked at the man next to him, swallowing hard. What was this photographer doing? Shouldn’t he be trying to make a few bucks with good pictures of the scene? Scott arched his brow, waiting fro the other man to realize his mistake because he was too surprised to get anything out himself.