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More character memes because I’M STILL EDITING THE CHAPTER-

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“Gabriel core” texting memes because I’m still editing chapter four.

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Revived: Zombieverse

Chapter Three

Tags: T4T, mlm, there’s zombies so there’s going to be gore

“GET IT!” Cori’s voice echoed through the four floor apartment building, as she and Gabriel ran down the stairs for their dear life. The rooftop plan backfired as soon as they even set foot up there. The door busted open, and within minutes of the two of them were being chased around by those bloodthirsty, brain eating fucks. The undead running after them before they could even take a moment to breathe.

Now, Gabriel is swatting zombies left and right like flies with a rusty metal pipe as Cori follows behind him.

“OH MY GOD, STOP SCREAMING WHEN I AM DOING ALL THE WORK!” Gabriel yelled back, tired and annoyed.

“My four year old cousin swings better than you!"

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

“WATCH IT-“ She quickly points to a zombie running his way. And jesus how unlucky they are that those things can run like that. Couldn't they get the slow ones instead? How fucked up IS the universe even?

Gabriel hits it with the pipe. Smashing it hard enough against its skull to damage the brain. Blood splattered out of its head like confetti. Getting it out of the way. “Okay we can argue later. Come on.” And as he turned the corner, there followed a high pitched scream so loud Cori never thought would be possible to come out of a man's mouth.

The young girl cringed at the pathetic display, as she pushed him aside. "What is it? Don't just scream like a little girl, they'll hear- HOLY SHIT!" She soon came to mimic the pitch of the older man's scream as she witnessed the horror. So many more of them. They were practically blocking their own path by falling one on top of the other in the narrow hallway. That at least gives the two some time to find a different exit. Though it was most certainly not a pretty sight to stumble across, given their reactions to it...you could say their panic was valid.

-

Hours have passed, and with much struggle. A lot of sweat, tears…and endless chains of cursing each other out on the way, the two finally made it out of the building.

“Holy shit.” Gabriel mumbled to himself as he pushed past the door that led to the street, taking in on the current sight of their neighbourhood, absolutely unrecognisable.

“Looks straight out of a movie, doesn’t it?” Cori commented, nudging his arm.

“Right..” He sighed. He couln't shake away his worry. Especially now. Ermes..how is he doing? It took Gabriel and Cori nearly an entire day to get out of the building. How long will it actually take to find him…if he even finds him.

“Ew, you look like you’re about to cry, knock it off.” Cori scoffed, pulling his ponytail.

“Wha- OW! YOU BRAT!” Gabriel glared at the young girl, who unknowingly just pulled him out of imagining every worst case scenario regarding his missing husband.

“Oh damn, your hair is soft. Thought it’d be all greasy and nasty.” She exclaimed in mock surprise.

“Why you-“ He yanked her hand off his hair, undoing the ponytail to fix it up again correctly.

He was uncannily quiet for a moment. As he calmly fixed his hair, his eyes softened, his annoyance toward Cori subsiding. A quiet sigh left his lips, and he spoke up finally. His voice just slightly cracking as the words came out. “I promised I’d let him give me a trim today…”

“What was that?” Cori looked at him, confused.

Panicked, he tried to cover up that vunerable moment quickly. “I SAID YOU’RE DUMB AND YOU RUIN MY DAY!”

“You’re tearing up, dude.”

“Shut up-“

“Do you need a hug?”

Silence. Awkward silence. It’s a shock there’s no crickets at this point. Jesus, this is uncomfortable.

“Yes please..” Gabriel finally gave in. Sniffing sharply while trying to keep his tough guy demeanour up, despite already cracking in front of this kid.

“Awh come here old man.”

To be continued…

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Revived: Zombieverse

Chapter Two

Tags: T4T, mlm, there’s zombies so there’s going to be gore, extra violent chapter, I’m warning ya-

After the intense argument he and Gabriel shared, Ermes had gone off to a nearby cafe to calm himself down. He was still very upset with his significant other’s behaviour towards him, but he also wanted to give him some space to cool off before any attempts of reasoning with him.

A few hours. Seemed like nothing, until it all went down.

As he was seated on the comfy chair of the cafe, enjoying his drink, he snapped out of his train of thought upon hearing the other customers starting to whisper stuff amongst themselves. Something about the news.

Getting curious, Ermes glanced up at the muted tv the shop had on display. His breath hitched as he read the headlines. His eyes wide as he couldn’t take them off the screen. The horror. He sat up from his chair, getting up to rush out of the cafe with no second thought.

Gabe. Please be okay.

He needs to go home.

Before he could take the first step out of the shop, he was forcefully pulled back in.

He was about to yell, to argue with whoever did that. To tell them off for trying to prevent him from leaving. But it soon made sense. When just barely a few seconds after the door closed before he could exit, a whole pack of those brainless creatures came running face first into the glass. Banging on it aimlessly. Bearing their teeth at the living people inside.

“Thanks…ma’am.” Ermes shyly nodded in acknowledgment at the middle aged woman who had just practically saved his life by pulling him back in on time. Taking a moment to calm his breathing, his eyes then fell on the little girl holding said woman’s hand.

“My gosh..hi there.” His face instantly softened. If he’s scared, he can only imagine how a little kid feels at this moment. “Those monsters look pretty scary, huh? Good thing your mommy is here to protect you.”

At that, the middle aged woman frowned sadly. “Oh I’m not- She’s lost. She wandered into the cafe an hour ago. I was just waiting with her for her mom to come looking for her.”

“Oh..” Well…her mom is obviously not coming now. But it’s not like you can just say that out loud.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Ermes knelt down to be on eye level with the kid.

“Emma.” The girl replied quietly.

“Emma! What a nice name. Are you scared Emma?”

“Not really.” She shook her head. “I think they’re funny.” She gestured to the undead still slamming themselves against the glass doors.

“Funny, huh?” Ermes chuckled. Surprised yet relieved by the child’s take on the situation.

“Well you’re a lot braver than I am. I’m terrified, Emma.” He laughed, trying to lighten her mood further up.

“Really?”

“Really.” He confirmed.

“I can hold your hand if you’re scared, mister.”

“Yeah? I’d like that. Thanks, Emma”

He reached out, holding her hand as he sat down for a bit.

His rest didn’t last long though.

The glass was starting to crack.

“You guys think this’ll hold out?” One of the many people inside the shop asked.

“It should. At least until someone can find and help us.”

How naive.

Not even an hour later..and the shop is a mess. There’s blood all over the floor.

Ermes is hiding behind the counter. Emma on his lap. He’s holding a shaking hand over her mouth. The undead are roaming around the now demolished cafe. They’re alone. Unarmed. He can’t let Emma die in a place like this. She doesn’t deserve this.

He heard footsteps nearing. Fuck. They finally picked up their scent. It’s over.

Ermes braced himself for the inevitable. Shushing and reassuring Emma in the process, that it’s all going to be okay. Just as the walking corpse got under the counter, ready to feast, it was quickly stabbed right through the head with a kitchen knife. Left unmoving and bleeding out in front of them.

Then, a man looked over the counter, making direct eye contact with the terrified survivors. “Guys! I found a little something here!” He called for others. There’s others. That’s good, right?

The man who found them first held out his hand for Ermes to take, helping him up. He still held onto Emma, who in turn was clinging to him for dear life.

"This your kid?” The man gestured to the little girl in his arms.

Ermes shook his head. “No she- I’m her guardian, you could say.”

“Cool, cool. You two look like you’ve had a rough one. Come with us. We’re crashing in the bank just down the road.”

“The bank?”

“Yeah. One of my buddies works..well, used to work there. A high security place at a time like this is perfect, right?”

“Right.” Ermes agreed. Wincing softly as Emma tugged his hair suddenly to catch his attention.

“I dont like them.” She whispered.

Ermes on the other hand, had different views on the matter. “Sweetheart, they’re offering us shelter. That’s very kind of them. We need to stick with other people when the world is like this.”

It’s not like she could argue. Listen to the adults, they know best. That’s what kids are always told.

Ermes let these men lead them into their shelter.

It all seemed fine. Ermes wouldn’t leave Emma out of his sight no matter what while they settled in. Given how anxious she seemed to be around the strangers, how could he?

They’re safe. He trusts them. They saved them after all.

So…how did it get to this?

Five hours after being welcomed with open arms, one of the men noticed Emma display some slight discomfort while Ermes was in the other room, busy talking things over with the others.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” The man asked, trying not to let it be known how alarmed he was by that.

“My arm hurts.” She oh so innocently complained.

“Let me see.”

Emma was hesitant. But remembering what Ermes told her, about putting trust in other people, she let her guard down around the stranger. She showed him the wound. It was a fresh, and slightly swollen, deep scratch right above her elbow. It could mean many things. Perhaps she fell. Or she got hurt when Ermes pushed her under the counter of the cafe earlier on.

But in a world overrun by the living dead. When the virus is so fresh, and so many are still uncertain of how it spreads…a simple scratch is not taken lightly.

Ermes heard yelling from the other room. He, and the others, quickly got up and rushed to the scene.

His blood ran cold as he came in, seeing the man he entrusted to look after Emma, holding the girl roughly by the hair and slamming her face into the ground.

“What is going on?” The supposed leader of the group asked as he entered.

“The kid is infected!” The guy responded.

“What? No…she…she hasn’t even been near the living dead-“ Ermes tried to explain. To talk some sense into them. He looked at the leader, a pleading look in his eyes.

The leader on the other hand, only seemed to trust his comrade’s word. “Hold him.” He ordered the other two, who quickly locked Ermes into place, holding his arms firmly.

“Wait wait wait, what are you doing?!” Ermes struggled. Watching in horror as the leader gestured for the man to continue what he was doing.

"No no no- Come on, she’s just a kid, you can’t be serious-“

His breath got caught in his throat as the man slammed Emma down again.

“Stop.”

And again.

“P-Please..”

And again.

“I’m begging you-“

And once again.

Then, the man stopped. He dropped her to the floor, where she remained unmoving. The others let go of Ermes, who rushed to her unconscious body so quickly.

“Emma…oh my god Emma-“ He tried to lift her, only for more blood to spill from her head. She’s been dead for a while. This man just kept going for the hell of it.

Ermes was speechless. He wanted to cry. To scream. But nothing was surfacing. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t get rid of the guilt. The guilt of bringing her into this place despite her protests. The guilt of leaving her alone when he promised to never move from her side. He put so much trust in total strangers… and he paid the heaviest prize of them all. Emma’s blood, is practically on his hands.

He doesn’t remember what happened afterwards. It’s like a switch flipped in his mind, and when it flipped back off…those men were all dead. In a brutal, inhumane way too. That’s what they deserved.

Emma’s death is avenged, right? So..why does he still feel so empty? Right. That won’t bring her back. Foolish of him. Why did he even get attached to someone, let alone a child, during this mess? The apocalypse is no environment to build bonds. It’s survival of the fittest.

And Gabriel…

Right. He should probably give up on finding him. He can’t give himself false hope. He’s probably long gone too. And if he’s not, it’s a matter of time.

He’s on his own now. And he should stay that way. It’ll hurt less this way…

To be continued…

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The boys in a more brief description till I get to edit chapter two.

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Character memes might be frequent, for I am my own oc’s biggest fan

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Revived: Zombieverse

Chapter One

Tags: T4T, mlm, there’s zombies so there’s going to be gore

“YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE!” Gabriel’s voice echoed through the apartment building where he and his fiancé, Ermes, reside in. Followed by the sound of glass breaking. Now he’s done it.

Surely enough, the couple has had their fair share of arguments before. But this…this one was a little more intense. It felt more serious.

Gabriel stared at the now demolished mirror he had just deliberately thrown onto the floor. Broken glass pieces scattered everywhere. Ermes stood before him, frozen in place. Shocked. Uncertain on how he’s even supposed to react at such violent display.

“Gabe-“

“Don’t you ‘Gabe’ me now! You’re so frustrating, you know that?! Always trying to act calm! Have some dignity for fucks sake. Or are you too much of a pushover to do so?!”

Ermes let him rant, as much as he needed to. Knowing his fiancé won’t answer to reason at such delicate moment, he tried to remain collected, despite how obviously shaken up his was by the other man’s behaviour.

“I’m going out.” He sighed. Picking up his keys. “When I get back, you better be ready to talk this over like a rational human being.”

And so, Gabriel was left alone in the suffocating silence of the now empty house. Still frustrated. Angry as ever. He decided to take a nap on the couch. To cool off. To calm himself before he does anything else he might regret. A random show playing on tv as background noise as he felt himself drift off.

Hours passed. He was dead asleep. Until…

Screams of terror awakened him from his deep slumber. Police sirens. Cars crashing. All those sounds together made Gabriel jump out of the comfortable cushions he was previously rested on.

“The fuck is happening?” He mumbled under his breath. Assuming it’s just a fire, or perhaps a car crash, we walks to the nearest window.

Upon taking a glance down the road, his blood ran cold as he took in the chaos currently going on just bellow the building.

People chasing other people. People biting people. Blood. So much blood. The man felt nauseous as his eyes landed on a person running their car over a woman who seemed unwell. Acting off, and by the looks of it, was about to pounce on a child. The sound of bones crushing, the sight of the whole scene...he felt sick. He closed the curtains to shield not only his eyes, but also not to be seen by any of those violent beings. Wait a minute… no. Seriously? Zombies? But that only happens in movies. It can’t be. Wait another minute. Ermes-

No.

Where is he? He should be back by now. What if he’s… no no no. It can’t be. Gabriel frantically reached for his phone. Dialing his number.

Fuck, he’s not answering.

Before he could call again, he heard loud, frantic banging on his door. Growling noises followed. A lot of them, too. Ah crap. No way he’s dying like this. Okay let’s be optimistic. Ermes is probably safe somewhere. Man is a whole tree, he can’t be dead so easily. So…he should go find him, no? He can’t just sit around and wait for those undead pricks to get him.

Gabriel quickly pushed some furniture against the door, blocking it well enough to buy him time. He grabbed a backpack and shoved in a few necessities, before he exited through the bedroom window. Now here’s the difficult part. He’s on the fourth floor. How does one climb down from here? His movements were sloppy, rushed. One wrong step, and he could fall to his death at any given second.

Then… he heard a whistle, from the window right across from his own. He glanced over, a mixture of shock and confusion overtaking his features as he saw a girl, couldn’t be older than 18, waving at him. She was in a similar situation. Clinging to pipes and windows for dear life.

“If you keep shaking so much, you’re gonna fall, old man.” She shouted, the undead from underneath the building going crazy trying to figure out the source of the sound. Snarling and snapping their teeth at thin air.

“Watch your mouth, kid. You don’t seem to be doing any better yourself.” Gabriel quickly got defensive. His excessive hand movement, due to frustration, nearly causing him to fall over again.

“Doing better than you, at least.” She shrugged.

“Shut up! Who do you think you are??”

“Seriously? You don’t remember me?” She scoffed.

No response on his behalf. He looked clueless.

“I’m your neighbour's kid?”

Not ringing a bell.

But she continued.

“Cori??? High school student? You gave me cigarettes to bribe me into not telling your boyfriend I saw you waste your entire pay check on some horse race?”

He nearly looked like a lightbulb just lit up above his head. “Oh. Yeah..that one.”

“You’re horrible.” Cori spoke, unamused.

“Shut up-“

“Do you even know how to say anything other than ‘shut up’ or is your vocabulary that weak?”

“Shut- Okay listen here you little shit-“

“Yesss?~”

“You know a way outta the building, don’t ya?”

“What are you talking about?” Her smile faltered for a split second.

Gabriel scoffed at that. “Don’t play dumb. I can hear your ass sneaking in and out all the time when your daddy is sleeping! Show me the way.”

“Okay FINE I know how to get out. But I use a rope to get downstairs.”

“Brilliant! Bring the rope-“

“Yeah not happening.”

“Why not??”

“My dad kinda got bitten-“

“Oh shit.”

“And he’s in the house.”

“No shit.”

“And I’m locked out here.”

“Holy SHIT kid.”

“Yeah. Sucks. I know. Is your boyfriend also brainless?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know??”

“He’s not here.”

“He’s not?”

“We had a fight.”

“Oh ouch.”

“I yelled at him.”

“You suck.”

“I broke a mirror at his feet.”

“You REALLY suck.”

“Uncalled for. Point is…he left. No clue how he’s doing. Just get me out of here so I can go look for him.”

“Boy will he be happy to see YOU survived.”

“Cori, I swear to god-“ He was obviously getting tired of her attitude.

“I’m just saying. If I were him…I’d wish that next time I see your face, your mouth is hanging open and you’re drooling over brains.” She pointed out nonchalantly.

“Ermes is not petty like that.”

“I know. He’s the nice one. But you, my friend, you really are the problem. How did you even get engaged? I feel bad.”

“You little-“ Gabriel was quickly interrupted by what very much sounded like his front door finally breaking open. The growls and sloppy footsteps of the undead filled the apartment. He looks over at Cori, panicked.

“Quick, kid. Tell me one thing. Is it better to head up or down?”

Cori took in the seriousness of the situation and his shift in tone.

“Up. Grab the ladder and try to climb to the rooftop. There’s a whole hoard of them downstairs by now probably.”

“Sweet. Can you follow?”

“The ladder is on your side.” She frowned.

“Jump over then. I’ll catch you.”

Naturally, she looked at him like he’s a mad man.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “What do ya got to lose? You wanna be stuck hanging from the pipes until you fall to your death? Jump and grab my hand.”

“You’re built like a stick figure, we’re both gonna fall.” She frowned.

“Okay that’s just rude, fuck off.”

“Whatever. Get ready, pops.”

“HEY I’M JUST 27!”

“WHATEVER! Just catch me or else I’ll hunt you down as a zombie!” She yells, then, with no further warning, she jumped across.

Gabriel just barely managed to grab her hand. “Fuck, you’re heavy.” He winced at the way his whole arm jolted down and creaked at the sudden weight pulling him down.

“Great. You caught me. Now what?”

“I’M THINKING!”

“Holy shit, you can do that??”

“SHUT UP!!” Gabriel's voice came out as a cracked up squeal in his struggle to keep holding onto the teen along with his own weight. He took a deep breath, putting his whole strength into lifting Cori up just enough for her to be able to hang onto the ladder too. Success. He quickly steadied himself once that was taken care of. "See? told you I could get you."

The young girl rolled her eyes at the smug look the supposed adult currently wore on his face. "Yeah yeah, thanks. Now go on. Climb up. I'm right behind you."

"Okay okay. Make sure you keep a distance from my ass, I had beans before the outbreak." He teased as they both began to climb the ladder.

"Oh don't be gross now."

- And thus the two make it to the rooftop safely. They would be trapped up there for a while, as we take a look on Ermes’ point of view and where he was during the start of it all. Next time.

To be continued…

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“Revived”

The characters:

Gabriel

A 27 year old tattoo artist with an attitude twice his height. No, for real, he’s tiny. 5’2’’ and it makes him look like a pissy chihuahua. His good looks do make up for it, at least. The long raven hair, the toned, tattooed body. If pretty privelege was a person.

Gabriel is a survivor of the apocalypse. He travels with 17 year old Cori. The neighbour’s teenage daughter from across the hall. Forced by the circumstances at hand, the two end up sharing a father-daughter bond during the chaos, on the run from the flesh eating creatures. Cori too, is trying her best to help the tattoo artist find his fiancé, Ermes, from whom he got separated from just before the virus began to spread. And to be fair, Gabriel has made it this far all thanks to this teenage girl, for he has the survival instincts of a fart on his own.

Ermes

A 24 year old hair stylist with the same innocence in his blue eyes as of a baby deer. Ermes is much taller man compared to his fiancé, Gabriel, standing at 6’4’’, he sure makes his man look like a dwarf sometimes. Ermes is a natural blonde, though for years he has been dyeing his hair dark brown with red highlights.

Like his fiancé, Ermes is a survivor of the apocalypse. Of course, with a different, yet at times nearly similar perspective. Ermes has ended up travelling with a kid too, though quite younger than the energetic teen Gabriel had tagged along with. Emma, an 8 year old girl who got separated from her parents just hours before the virus broke out. It’s still unknown whether they made it alive or not. The young hair stylist took it upon himself to keep this child safe, while also searching for his fiancé in the process. But protecting someone at times like this, it can be difficult. And people are cruel when they need to survive in such conditions.

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“We don’t share the same memories of each other…”

“We are stuck with a cheap copy of the one we fell in love with.”

Idk how the fuck to do previews, so I just used aesthetics and quotes from my little “work in process” and hope for the best😈

Anyway this is about “Revived” which is the book I’m currently working on. I don’t even know what to label it as anymore, it has two entirely different stories with different themes until it leads to the main plot I’m trying to focus on- but more on that later.

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“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

Hihihi, this is the first time I post my stuff on tumblr, so I’ll do just a brief introduction.

This is based on an original story I’m currently working on. Just a silly AU of my characters that I made last year for halloween and kept hidden in my notes. But I figured it gives a good introduction to their dynamic too, and since it’s officially October, might as well post it.

It does contain very adult themes, so let’s keep it 18+

Original characters, mlm/t4t couple

Strong use of vulgar language I guess?

Presenting “Revived” the Scream AU~

It is a chilly night in the middle of October. 27 year old porn star, Gabriel, is laying on the old, torn up couch of his one room apartment. The lights are off, tv is on and muted, playing some random horror movie while Gabriel is reading through the pages of his next film’s script.

All of a sudden, the comforting silence was broken by the all too familiar ringtone of his cellphone.

Gabriel flinched at the unexpected interruption, glancing at the device rested on the coffee table in front of him, next to the overfilled ashtray and his empty cigarette pack. Number: unknown.

Either a prank or a scammer, he thought. He ignored the call. But that unknown number kept popping up. Again, and again. Every five or ten minutes.

Eventually, he got sick of it. He finally gave in, grabbing the phone hastily and answering the call.

“Hello?” His voice dripped with annoyance directed to whoever is on the other end of this line.

“Why did you take so long to answer?” The altered voice of the caller spoke with a hint of playfulness in their tone.

“Who is it? If it’s about the damn Vodafone offer again, I already told you I’m broke-“

“Oh don’t you worry, I’m not from any company. I just want to talk.” The caller interrupted his little rant before it escalated.

“About what?”

“Hmm..well, what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Huh?” Gabriel leaned back on the couch, phone between his shoulder and his ear, as he folded his scripts for later reading.

“Your favourite scary movie, darling. What is it?” The voice insisted.

“I mean..I guess it’s..I dunno..twilight?”

There was a pause, then a soft chuckle from the caller. “That’s not a scary movie.”

“It is! Have you seen the cgi?-“

“Darling give me an honest answer, come on.”

“Okay you want a real answer? Scream. I fucking love Scream.”

“Scream huh? How come-“

“Ghostface.” Gabriel interrupted without missing a beat.

“W-What?” The caller began to sound baffled.

“I don’t know, man, it’s something about the mask. Turned me the fuck on. Like..dear god push that knife into MY guts!-“

“Okay enough, ENOUGH!” The caller nearly lost composure there. He didn’t expect him to be this passionate with a single question.

“You asked-“

“I know, I know, my bad. Forget it..let’s just…ugh..what’s your name?” The person’s voice switched back to that previous, ominous tone.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” Gabriel himself switched back to being more concerned.

“Cause I wanna know who I’m looking at.” The caller’s voice broke into a sadistic laugh by the end of that sentence.

“Wait…you can see me?” Gabriel asked fearfully.

“Why yes, I-“

“For fuck’s sake! Why didn’t you say so sooner? I look like a mess!”

“I- what?”

“I’m wearing sweats and my shirt has red wine stains on it? Oh and my hair, wait..watch this..” He abruptly let his hair down from the messy pointy tail holding it up just seconds ago. Whipping it left, right, and back like a freaking L’Oréal model. “How about now?”

“Looks…luscious..?”

“I know, right?”

“Focus!” The caller was getting impatient. But Gabriel was getting horny.

“Oh I like getting yelled at, keep it up, honey.”

“I’m gonna gut you like a pig, damn it!”

“Kinky-“

“Shut up! Listen! You’re gonna die, okay? I’m gonna kill you!”

That shut him up finally. For a few good seconds too.

“Wait, you serious?”

“Yes I’m serious, you idiot! What do you think this is? The plot of a porn movie??”

“I mean-“

“NO!” The caller interrupted him before he could go any further with that sentence, knowing damn well it’d make them more uncomfortable if he did. “Listen to me, you man-whore. Count your days. I’m coming for you, remember that.”

The call ended with that warning. A chill went down Gabe’s spine. For once, he’s starting to realise the gravity of the situation. If this is not a prank..then he’s fucked.

Barely a few seconds after the call was over, Gabriel jumped off the couch at the speed of light thanks to the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing.

Cautiously, he approached the door. Empty beer bottle in hand, ready to strike any potential threat. In a swift movement, he swung the door open.

Only to the instantly relax when he saw his fiancé, Ermes, standing there all confused with a large gift basket in hand. “Gabe..are you drunk? You seem a little tense.” The man let out a lighthearted chuckle, pushing past him and letting himself in.

Gabriel quickly shook all his previous concerns off, closing the door behind him as he followed the other man back to the couch.

“Yeah I’m..a little tipsy, sorry about that..” He sat down. Ermes set the basked onto the coffee table and sat next to him.

“Aw darling it’s okay. I hope I’m not interrupting. I know you said you have to study a new script till tomorrow, but I thought you could use some company.”

“Yeah can’t deny it..I’m feeling a little off..could use a break..” Gabriel leaned his head against the taller man’s shoulder. “Or a distraction..” His hand smoothly slipped to the other’s inner thigh, slightly pulling it toward himself.

“Now now..” Ermes grabbed his wrist, prying his hand off of him. “I don’t wanna be part of your porn rehearsal.”

“Didn’t suggest a rehearsal, I suggested good old kinky sex.” Gabriel answered without missing a beat.

“Oh my I do love when you have a way with words.” The taller man laughed. “Fine, if this is gonna get your mind off that psycho killer, be my guest..” His voice dropped to a suggestive tone as he pushed his lover back against the couch, hovering over his smaller body as he showered him with kisses from his neck down to his chest.

“Wait..” Gabriel paused, pushing him back a little. “What did you just say?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby..” Ermes tried to get back to business, but Gabriel pushed back again.

“I never told you anything about a psycho killer.” Gabriel got off the couch as fast as he could. His eyes then falling back to the basket Ermes brought with him earlier. “Hey..what’s in there?”

And just like that, that sweet facade Ermes was keeping up a moment ago was gone in an instant. A sadistic smile overtaking his features. “Why don’t you check, darling?”

Gabriel’s breath got caught in his throat at that switch up. He hesitantly reached to open the basket. First he fished out the infamous scream mask. Then a knife. And then..a plastic bag with severed hand inside. He dropped the bag to the floor with a gasp escaping his lips. His eyes snapped back to his partner in fear.

Ermes chuckled ominously, lips pressed against the voice changing device he now held in his hand as he pressed the button. “Surprise, Gabe.”

“Who’s hand is-“

“Oh you know..dear little Cori? Girl who died mysteriously a week earlier? That was me, darling.”

“You’re sick..”

“Perhaps I am.” Ermes had that psychotic glint in his eyes as he picked up the knife and the mask off the floor. He slipped the mask on, knife directed straight towards Gabriel.

“What are you going to do to me..” Gabriel asked fearfully, walking backwards till his back hit the wall.

“What to do with you, huh?” Ermes mocked him as he stepped closer, and closer, till he was chest to chest with the other. Pressing the knife lightly against his neck. “Oh I sure have a few ideas, darling…” The knife slowly slid down, until in a sudden movement, it tore right through his shirt, cutting it messily in half. He then tossed the knife aside, using his hands to rip the rest of it off.

“I have a few ways of making you squeal like a pig.” He then aggressively worked Gabriel’s belt off.

“Oh please don’t kill me mister ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” Gabriel moaned as his pants were tossed off in a matter of seconds. Ermes picked him up and tossed him right back into the couch. Gabriel moaned harder at the rough treatment. The way he was manhandled so easily by the masked killer.

“Oh I’m gonna stab you and fuck the wound, you whore. You’d like that huh?” Ermes spoke in that low threatening voice as he kept undressing the other with such force.

“Ohh yes, I’d love that, daddy ghostface-“

-

And then the tv was turned off. A very upset Ermes stood in front of the screen. Staring back at an annoyingly prideful Gabriel.

“I don’t even talk like that!? What the heck is that script??” Ermes protests.

“Come in it was hot, can’t say you didn’t enjoy it.” Gabriel teased, trying to take the remote back from his taller fiancé.

“It’s stupid and it doesn’t make any sense. Who came up with this?” Ermes rolled his eyes, putting the remote up on the highest shelf and out of his beloved’s reach.

“I did. I thought it was brilliant.” Gabriel pouted, sitting back on the couch. “If you didn’t like it, why did you participate?”

“Well you looked excited when I agreed to play in one of your adult movies. Couldn’t say no when you worked so hard on writing a Halloween special, and going through the trouble of getting it approved by your director.”

“You did so good thoughhhh.. psycho killer you was so hot!”

“Trust me, I’m aware you liked it. You even made me keep the mask.” Ermes facepalmed at his partner’s behaviour. He can’t believe the childlike innocence in his eyes when he’s saying something so incredibly horny.

“Well you know..just for special occasions.” Gabriel said sheepishly. “And..do keep the attitude too actually..that shit got me so HARD-“

“Okay okay, time for bed. Too much porn of yourself for tonight, dear.”

The End

[erynnosaurus]