Hiya babes! I'm so happy that they finally added iZombie on here, I just finished "Live and Let Clive" and OMFG theres some cute lil' RaviOli (Thats the ship name if you didn't know) moments. I just can't even right now. This contains spoilers if you haven't seen the episode, so I'd suggest watching it before reading unless you're like me and just can't wait.

As far as a schedule for this one, I want to do one or two chapters for every episode and then one (if I feel like it, two) in between episodes. So basically my take on the episode and then a chapter of my own creation. I'll probably post another one before the next episode since this one ends funny. Either that or I'll tag it onto the next episode's chapter. Idk yet . . .

This first chapter occurs between episodes 4 and 5. Here we go . . . Enjoy!

And yes, all my titles will be puns.

Chapter 1: Major PDA

Ravi moving in with Major has made it a lot easier to see him, even though part of me didn't want to. He was moving on faster than I was. He was well into the triathlon and I had just started. I wasn't sure why exactly I wanted to stay in contact with him, all he gave me were sad flashbacks. But he was my first love, we were engaged for god sakes. I didn't necessarily choose to leave him, I had to. It fucking hurt. Just the cards I was dealt, I guess.

At least I had someone to complain about him and his girlfriend with now.

"You were right, they are pretty disgusting." Ravi announced as he came in. I was busy picking a brain out of the corpse in front of me. "They were just all over each other on the living room couch. I sit there sometimes! It was like-" I stopped him. "I don't need a play-by-play, I'm good."

"Ah."

I placed the brain on a dish, and made my way across the room to the microwave to nuke it. "Well, apparently she's coming over again tonight. Great." Ravi told me. I chuckled. "You'll survive."

"Easy for you to say, you're already dead."

In just seven minutes, I will have tasty brains and pad thai in my stomach. "Sorry, but I can't. My brother's staying with me again tonight."

I've been going over there whenever Corrine's over to keep Ravi from being the awkward third wheel. While they're in the living room watching a movie or whatever, we usually just sit in the kitchen and make fun of them while enjoying a cup of lemon tea and occasionally little brain macarons for me. But thats been happening less and less as my brother's been staying over more and more. He doesn't exactly have the best relationship with mom right now . . .

"Can I come over to your place?" he begged. "You really can't survive one night?" I could tell Ravi appreciated my subtle joke. I'll admit, Ravi's sheer disgust towards Corrine and Major's severe PDA amused me. "No, I really can't."

"Fine." I finally gave in. "It's major PDA, anyway."

"I see what you did there."

Some of Ravi's mannerisms, like the puns, have rubbed off on me. And I have to say, it did make life more pun.

"Well, I hope you don't mind super spicy stuff, 'cause that's all I have in the house."

I took my breakfast out of the microwave and chopped it up into smaller pieces before scooping it all up to put in my meal. I sliced an orange in half and began eating. Ravi began putting the corpse away. She was a woman with severe anger issues, who died when she crashed her car into her boss'. Before that, she had no history of violence. On one hand, I didn't really feel like dealing with anger issues for a few days. But on the other hand, I was hungry.

Ravi, with his usual display of his weird sense of humor, came up behind me and whispered in my ear "Your skin is pale white, and ice cold." before backing up and walking away, giggling all the while. He did things like that all the time; come up to me and make supernatural movie references like that. I always acted slightly annoyed, but I actually found it kind of cute. But of course I would never admit that.

"How cute." said a familiar voice coming from the stairs. "Better love story than Twilight." I didn't even need to turn around to know it was Blaine. "What do you want?" I asked him rudely. Ravi reached over to grab the bone saw. "Just wanted to say hi."

"You're not getting brains from me, Blaine." I stated firmly.

"You've made that clear."

"Than why are you here?" I demanded. "Why are you really here?"

Blaine came closer, too close. His lanky body towered above my short build. Suddenly, Ravi stepped in front of me, still holding the bone saw. He raised his eyebrows, making a face that said "Do you really want to do this now in a room full of medical tools?" That may not have exactly intimidated Blaine, but at the very least it got him to back off.

"Well, before your sweet boyfriend here hacks me to pieces, I'll be taking my leave."

And with that Blaine left. He was definitely up to something. "What was that about?" Ravi asked me after Blaine finally left.

"He came to me before asking me to help him out with getting brains. I figured just giving them to him would be better than him digging up graves, so I agreed." I began. "But when I went to deliver them, I saw him talking to some shady guys in the alley, and I remembered that he's still the same stoner perv that got me into this mess in the first place."

"I see. So you didn't give him any?"

"No."

"Good." Ravi said. "I'm not sure I want him having visions of serial killers."

We didn't have much work today, only the one body from this morning and then a few later in the afternoon. No deaths were really note-worthy or mysterious, but some days were like that. For lunch, we went to a Pita Inn for some falafels, where we spent the whole time complaining about Major and Corrine again. That seemed to be a common conversation topic for us lately, and for some reason, it made it hurt less. I figured it was just my weird way of coping with the situation.

I thought back to when I first saw Corrine from outside Major's window. I refused to admit it to myself then, but he was moving on. I can't say I blamed him, but I also wasn't expecting it. Probably because he was still kind of hanging around me.

And then there's that time when I forced myself upon him. Obviously, I was under the influence of brains, but my actions still reflected how I felt. And just the way he pushed me away, I could tell he was done with me.

Of course there was also that stupid Facebook video featuring a kiss between him and Corrine. In hindsight, I'm surprised I didn't freak out more than I did. Sure, I had an anxious mind of a killer, but still. Afterwards I was finally able to have my first good cry in a while. I had cuddled up with Peyton while she patted my head softly. She had become my mother figure.

But it was her using my mug that was the straw to break the camel's back. From that moment on, I absolutely loathed her. I just straight up hated her. When Ravi moved in I threw the damned cup away.

"Liv?" Ravi said snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Sorry, I was just . . . thinking."

. . .

My brother was already home when we got there. He was lazily sprawled out on the couch watching Maury, shoving handfuls of Flamin' Hot Cheetos in his mouth. "Hey." he said without looking away from the TV. "Well, you're mighty social, aren't you." Ravi said sarcastically. The sound of a guy caught Evan's attention. Evan briefly glanced over at us before turning back to the TV. "So you're into British dudes, huh?"

Ravi snickered. "Nah, unfortunately I'm only her boss." he said, sitting down next to Evan like he owned the place. It wasn't unusual for Ravi to tease me like that; that semi-flirtatious joking. It amused him the same way his hatred for Corrine amused me. I was used to it by now anyways.

I went over to the kitchen and pulled out the tea. I filled a kettle with water and put it over the stove, boiling it. While I waited for the water, I readied mugs with tea bags and went about my nightly routine. That meant going through and lighting all the candles in the living room and kitchen and closing all the blinds. Every surface in the apartment was pretty much covered in candles of all scents and sizes. My sister, Peyton, was the one who actually went out and bought all these candles. She was the type of girl that does pilates and is really into Lush bath bombs, the kind of girl that would buy candles.

I reentered the living room, tea in hand, and carefully put them down on the coffee table.

"Welp, I'mma go study." Evan said awkwardly, getting up, leaving me and Ravi alone. It wasn't like Evan to just get up in the middle of Maury and go study, but I didn't say anything. Instead I got up to take Evan's place on the couch and began flipping through channels, looking for a crappy movie. It had kind of become our tradition to watch terrible movies together, and for Ravi to make smart-ass comments throughout the whole thing. Thats what we did on slow days at the medical examiner's office.

I stopped at Con Air, it was on one of those channels that just plays movies all day. Pretty much anything with Nic Cage in it was a bad movie. Cringe-worthy bad. Sure enough, within the first three minutes of the movie Ravi was making fun of Nic Cage and his weird haircut.

We were about an hour into the film when I began to doze off; I hadn't slept very well the night before and it was getting pretty late anyway. At least it was friday. And Peyton would be coming home on Sunday from her business trip to Boston. . .

. . .

As Liv drifted off into dreamland, she began to fall to one side, face-first into Ravi's arm. He didn't mind. He decided it was actually pretty darn late, and turned off the TV. He was taken by surprise when Liv cuddled up to him more, practically on him at this point. But he didn't move her. Whether he didn't mind or was just too lazy, he didn't know.