#iZombie OCs

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Francis Quinn (instead of Francesca) was orphaned at the age of five. He has found it difficult to trust people, to open up ever since then. However, somehow Major Lilywhite gets through to him, becoming like a big brother figure. So, when zombies start causing problems and lives are turned upside-down, Frank finds himself spending more time with Major in the hopes of maintaining some semblance of normality.

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atom's just having a rough day, you guys

get glassed, idiot

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𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝗠𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 (𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱/𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀: 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗯𝗿𝗼, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗱𝗮𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆.)

𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘀: (𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻/𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗡𝗢𝗡-𝗖𝗢𝗡, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀: (𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆)

𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍:

𝗖𝗢𝗗(𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆):

𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 "𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧" 𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝗸𝗶𝗺 "𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗜" 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴-𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴

𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 “𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘"

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 "𝗦𝗢𝗔𝗣" 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵

(𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀)

𝗥𝗘(𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹):

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮

𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝗧𝗪(𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳):

𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗰𝘇𝘆𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘄 "𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦" 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹

𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲

𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗲 "𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦"

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻

𝗻𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆

𝗢𝗕𝗫(𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀):

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲

𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱

𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗦𝗞𝗭(𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀)

𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻-𝗵𝗼

𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻

𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧(𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮):

𝗲𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦:

𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽- 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻- 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗼- 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗼- 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗼- 20𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝘆𝗴𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗸𝗶-𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗷𝗼𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗵𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲-𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗿𝗶𝗼- 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗿- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 (𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻-𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿)

���𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼- 𝘅𝗼,𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆

𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻 𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗲- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝘀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗻𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝗺𝗮- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗹𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘆- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿- 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻

𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻-𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻- 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘆

𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄! 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻!!!

[careless-with-your-heart]

Chapter 20: Lay You in the Ground (an iZombie Blaine x OC AU fanfic)

You guys, I'm so sorry.

(Chapter link below the music)

i could spend my whole life

happy i just got to know you

Chapter 20: (too many ghosts at this party):

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | God, I Love Party Girl Brains

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, Blaine is nasty as usual, sexual tension, exhibitionism mention, smut, p in v, degradation, multiple creampies, kind of fluffy at the end

Synopsis: There's a mix-up in the Scratching Post kitchen and Cori and Blaine take advantage of it.

Word Count: 2.3k

Party Mix Playlist Link

"Don E!" Cori whines, bursting through the doors of the kitchen of The Scratching Post.

"Yeah, what's up C?" He asks, not looking up from the plates he's moving.

"I think there was a mix-up," She wraps her arm around her stomach, tossing her hair, "You said you gave me the creative writer, but I think I got party girl instead."

"No, nope," He shakes his head, "No way there was a mix-up."

He looks up to see her head tilted, annoyingly chewing gum with her mouth open.

"Though I have been wrong before."

"Something wrong?" Blaine asks, coming in the back.

His eyebrows raise when she sighs, "No. It's whatever."

"Okay..." He glances at Don E.

"I'm gonna go change," She says, tugging at her cargo pants, "I'm gonna send you an EDM playlist D, you should play it tonight. I wanna dance."

Blaine watches her walk out, specifically the sway of her hips and ass, before turning to Don E, looking for an explanation.

"We're gonna have to change the menu for tonight, some idiot switched the Writer and Party Girl brains."

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"What happened to the playlist I sent you?" She pouts at Don E, tits threatening to spill out of her tight top when she leans over the bar.

"No way am I putting on that trash, sorry C."

"Can you at least get me a shot of Patron?"

"How about some Vodka?"

She stomps her foot and huffs as she stands up. She crosses her arms and turns to scan the crowd.

She makes her way through a group of people when she spots Blaine, latching onto his arm.

"Blaineyyyy," She whines, "Don E's being mean to me."

"I'm sorry, sugar, I'll take care of it once I'm done here," He kisses the top of her head and she looks absolutely crestfallen. She stays there, hanging off of him for another ten or so minutes before storming off.

She walks right behind the bar and picks up the sound system tablet.

"What are you doing?" Don E asks, reaching to take it from her.

"If you're both going to ignore me, then I'm putting something to dance to," She explains, pulling it away from him, "If you're serving Party Girl, you should have the right vibe anyways."

She taps play on her playlist and her face lights up, setting down the tablet and downing the drink he was about to serve.

He looks flabbergasted when she hands the empty glass back to him and walks out to the growing crowd on the dancefloor.

"Kesha? Really?" He calls after her and she flips him off.

Blaine is more confused than he should be when music starts blaring from the club's speakers, bass boosted so hard, the liquor on nearby tables is rippling in its glasses.

He looks over at the bar only to see Don E rolling his eyes and muttering to himself.

He can barely hear the possible 'investor' he's talking to over the noise.

His attention wanders, as do his eyes, flitting over the crowd until he sees her. She's jumping and moving to the music, lost in her own world, and his stare rakes down her body.

"That has got to be the shortest skirt she owns," He says absentmindedly, small smirk on his lips.

"I'm sorry, maybe we can finish this conversation later when it's not so loud," He says to the man standing across from him before heading to the bar.

"Cori said you were being mean to her," He chuckles.

"Yeah, I wouldn't play her shit music or start her on tequila."

"Looks like she found a workaround," Blaine laughs, pouring himself another drink.

"Dude, we've gotta get her on a new brain," Don E groans, "She wants to add a permanent DJ booth and was looking into getting an industrial fog machine and glow sticks in bulk."

"Ah, we'll just keep her from making any big purchases and it'll be fine."

"You sure about that?" Don E motions to the dance floor and he turns to see what he's talking about, sipping his drink.

Cori is rolling her body against some random guy in time with the music while he runs his hands across her curves, fingers dipping just below the waistband of her skirt. She seems blissfully ignorant of how she's being stared at by a handful of patrons.

The glass surprisingly doesn't crack when he slams it back on the counter. He shoves his way through the mass of writhing bodies until he's standing in front of her. He grabs her arm and tugs her away from her dance partner, his eyes red and face more pallid than usual.

After successfully scaring off the potential threat, he turns to her.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He spits.

"Well, you weren't going to dance with me."

"Sweetheart, that wasn't dancing, that was him dry-humping you on the dancefloor."

He can't help but agree with Don E's idea of getting her off this brain when she rolls her eyes.

"Hey," He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him, "If you wanted someone to fuck you in front of all these people, you could have just asked."

"You're disgusting."

"I'm exactly how you like me," He growls, pushing his lips against hers.

She's into it, he can tell by the way she tugs him closer by the shirt and moans into his mouth.

"I get the feeling you find the idea appealing," He teases, making her whimper, "Aw, but someone wanted to dance."

She smirks, accepting his little challenge of who will break first. She turns and sways her hips to the music, pressing her ass against him, arms raising to trail her fingers down his cheek.

He can't help but laugh, he's so whipped for her.

His hands hold her waist, taking a moment to find the beat and move with her.

He tries not to groan when she grinds back on him, already hard in his tight jeans, his grip bruising. She cocks her head aside when he starts sucking her neck.

She has to pry him off her to step away and peel her jacket off, revealing all the bare skin of her chest and shoulders he needs to get his mouth on.

He pulls her back in, thumbs rubbing her midriff, "You're so hot."

Her fingers trace his chin before she swivels her hips to the beat, reaching down to take one of his hands. He raises it to let her spin slowly, leading him back to the bar.

He presses her against the counter, the edge cutting into her stomach.

"What do you want?"

She pushes her ass against his hard-on and he chokes out, "Tequila! F-fuck..."

"So she just gets whatever she wants?" Don E complains.

"I always do," She grins, throwing back the shot, taping the rim to signal she wants another.

Don E looks back at Blaine who eagerly nods for him to do what she says.

"You know, if I had done something like this," He pours her another shot, "I wouldn't still be here."

"Fucking the owner has its perks," She winks at him and Blaine buries his face in her neck, nipping at her skin, "Speaking of which."

He starts pulling her away, towards the office.

"Please don't fuck on my desk," Don E calls after them, "Blaine? Cori? Please?"

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She cuts him off by sliding the door shut behind them. Blaine ambushes her, hands sliding under her shirt, tongue shoving it's way past her lips.

She pulls away with a grin, "I win."

"Shut the fuck up," He chuckles. He grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him while he moves to set her on the desk.

"Oh please Mr. Club owner, I swear I thought I could pay for those drinks," She says with an exaggerated pout, "How can I ever make up for it?"

He laughs against her lips, tickled by her theatrics.

"Oh, I can think of a few ways, sweetheart," He starts bunching her skirt up around her waist, drooling at the sight of her black lace panties.

He presses two fingers against her slit through them, letting out a shaky breathe when he feels how wet she is.

He hooks them on his fingers and drags them down, tossing them over his shoulder.

"Now why don't you be a good girl and keep these pretty legs spread for me?"

She bites her bottom lip as she raises her legs, heels resting on the edge of the desk.

She watches him unbutton his jeans, pulling off her shirt. She can't stop herself from reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she watches him, muscles tensing at the feeling.

"Oh, honey," He groans, frozen with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, eyes zeroed in on her cunt, "That's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen."

He shucks off his underwear and slowly starts fisting his cock, "You touchin' yourself cause of me, sweetness?"

"Uh-huh," She nods, "Blaine..."

He could almost cum from the way she sighs his name while sliding her fingers into her pussy.

He watches her for a minute, taking note of the way her eyebrows furrow when she can't reach the spot she needs.

"Your fingers too small?" He teases, pulling her hand away, "Need me to make you feel good?"

"Please," She whimpers at the feeling of him running his tip through her utterly soaked folds.

"Please what?"

"Please make me feel good, Blaine," She begs, "Need your cock-!"

She chokes on her words when he slams into her, the force making her feet slip so she has to wrap her legs around his waist.

"F-fuck! Blaine!" She holds onto his shoulders for dear life as he pistons in and out of her.

"This is what you wanted, right?" He growls against her ear, "Wanted to be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes! Yesyesyes!" She whines, "Wanna be a good whore for you baby!"

"Just for me?" His possessiveness taking over.

"Just for you," She confirms, pulling him to her lips.

She cries out when he grins and reaches down to rub her clit.

"Then be a good little whore for me and cum."

The laugh that leaves him is nothing less than sadistic as she jerks in his arms and screams out his name.

"Oh fuck baby," He chokes out, "Juuust like that. So tight sweetheart."

He doesn't slow down and her vision blurs.

"B-Blaine! Fuck!"

His abuse of her clit only worsens when he sees tears start to form.

"Aw poor p-poor thing," He forces out, "But this is what she wanted, yeah? Wanted to be fucked like a slut? Just couldn't keep her clothes on. Needed my dick inside her sooo bad."

"Blaine!" She sobs when her second orgasm wracks through her and he gasps.

"Baby- Cori- ah," He presses his forehead to hers, mouth hanging open. Her eyes roll back when she feels him spill into her, "Ah, Sweetheart, beautiful girl."

She slumps back onto the desk, pulling him with her. He rests his head on her chest and mutters soft praises as he kisses her skin.

"You're soft," He hums. He takes his time squeezing and groping her hips and thighs.

He straightens up and pulls out, making her shiver.

Propping herself up on her elbows and locking eyes with him while he pulls on his pants, she reaches down, collects the cum dripping out of her, and fucks it back inside her with her middle and ring finger.

"Don't do that," He breathes, pants hanging off his hips, dick already starting to harden again, "That's my job."

He yanks her off the desk before spinning her around and shoving her face down on it.

She claws at the wood, pornographic moan leaving her when he slams back into her.

"That's it, baby," He grins, "I know you love it when I'm rough with you."

She tries to give him a witty comeback, but it comes out as a garbled, rambling mess.

He's feral, not giving her time to breathe, making her gasp with each thrust.

"You wanted my cum, huh?" He asks and she nods dumbly, "Well, you're gonna get it, sweetheart. Load after load of it in this sweet, sweet pussy."

Her heartbeat is nearly up to 20 beats a minute by the time he's done with her. The desk is a mess. Not just strewn with papers and pens but with cum and sweat smeared and puddled on it.

"Blainey," Her voice is hoarse from screaming, certain the clubbers outside the door could hear them going at it like rabbits. She clings to his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.

He's lying on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

"Please don't ask for one more, baby," He pants, "Cause I'll be honest, I don't think I have it in me."

"'M tired."

"Yeah, me too."

He pushes himself up, leaning on his arms to look down at her.

She looks absolutely wrecked. Countless orgasms and her hair is everywhere, lipstick smeared, eyeshadow running down her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," He whispers, leaning down to kiss her, "Let's go home."

She nods, letting him pull her into a sitting position.

He throws his clothes back on and helps her pull on her panties.

She tries to stand, but her legs are jelly beneath her and she nearly falls.

"I gotcha, sugar," He hooks his arm under her legs and scoops her up.

She wraps one arm around his neck, resting the other on his chest.

"My Prince Charming," She sighs sleepily.

"Now, I wouldn't go that far," He grins, "But I appreciate the compliment."

[americanwh0resstuff]

I have a problem

[gingergari]

late ass splatoween drawing + blacktober drawing + more talia propaganda bc when it comes to drawing for an occasion you know i’ll be late 😤

[essentiamortis]

DAUGHTER OF HADES 🞄 DEATH WITCH 🞄 MEDICAL EXAMINER

indie & selective elizabeth winchester (oc) 🞄 haunted by sammie. 🞄 INFO

[zombieplaguedoc]

I just realized I fell behind in my picrews, I apologize for that.

Picrew found here: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/11558

Antis dni please

[findroleplay]

M+18 looking for a fandom or fandomless roleplay!

WARNING! Due to me posting this anonymously I must find the post once it is posted! I will try and get to you as fast as possible but if I take long I'm sorry, it's a hassle finding posts!

I love interacting with my partner and making spotify playlists and everything that comes with it! I primarily roleplay on discord and my timezone is EST, looking for people 18+! I'd argue dont worry about timezone because I wake up early and sleep extremely late. I'm open to both fluff and NSFW but I'd like there to be a plot to come with it. I do double ups if that's what you'd like, I myself very much enjoy them. I'm into and accept dark dove 🕊 themes and more often than not no matter what you're thinking, I'm not going to judge you for your likes. I might not roleplay certain things but you can ask and be free of judgement. In terms of activity I am very active and really only ask you respond every couple of days if you can. I myself can rapid fire unless life gets in the way. I am literate to novella but I will just adapt to your liking. I'm very open so let's talk and come to an agreement on what we want! Im looking for MXF and MxM but I do FXF happily with double ups. I DON'T do CCs unless it's a double up. I ask that you be atleast semi-active. I get everyone has a life and can't answer quick or everyday, but if you can only bring one reply per week to the table, we are not going to be a good match. Without further ado in case you do want to do a fandom roleplay, here are my fandoms!

Right now that I can think of,

Love & Death

Wednesday

Supernatural

Cobra Kai

Wrestling(WWE, AEW, etc)

Stranger things

All of us are dead

YOU

End of the f***ing world

Ratched

Peaky blinders

Black mirror

Izombie

I am not okay with this

The babysitter(both)

Oh Ramona!

In terms of anime's I know way too many to name, though theres only about five I'd actually be interested in roleplaying! Like this or comment and I'll reach out!

-

[the-pinstriped-hood]

At Long Last I Have Created Penny's Moodboard!!

Little backstory about how I came up with Penny.

I've had this idea of a supernatural disc jockey rolling around in my head for years and originally I was making my own Icon OC for HHN (Halloween Horror Nights for those of you who are uninitiated.)

This is how she came about, switching from Werewolf to Zombie. She lived in the same town as all the other Icons dwelled: Carey, Ohio.

She just came back to life somehow and feasted on the normal people who lived in town and played the radio starting from sundown to sunrise.

Basically that's Penny now. Except the location has changed and the rules for her rezzing are different. Originally I had her playing guitar and whatnot. I might still add that to her character. But moving on to her inspo's before I ramble.

•Stretch as played by Caroline Williams (TCM 2) (her job and livelihood)

•Liv as played by Rose McIver (iZombie) (how she obtains her ability to do her job was by eating the brains of her former coworkers)

•Gamzee Makara from Homestuck (her height, stoner-ness and what she's like when sober)

• The Forsaken Race, Designation: Horde (WoW) (her looks and overall appearance)

My love of Rockabilly and Psychobilly also added to her character as it's a genre of music close to her heart.

Penny, like myself has a collection of Patches and Pins she likes to add to her clothing.

Penny has decided that when she gets raised from the dead she just goes back to doing what she's always done. But, with a twist.

Tags: @soupbabe @devil-doll13 @slaasherslut @rottent33th @bluecoolr-main @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @texaschainsawslvt @6lostgirl6 @solmints-messyocdiary

[justmoreocs-writing]

D: What time does their day usual start? Dmitry (Grishaverse) is usually an early riser. He gets up at about half past six, though it depends upon the guard shift he has.

F: Have they ever had a one night stand? Frankie (Detroit: Become Human) hasn’t had any one night stands; she’s asexual and the appeal of them’s never been there for her.

Q: Do they have a good luck charm they often have with them? Cesca Q (iZombie) doesn’t really like the idea of a thing giving her luck. That being said, she doesn’t like leaving the house without her satchel bag which contains a set of spare clothes, some snacks and a bottle of water.

V: They’ve been arrested, who is their one phone call to? Viola (Titans) would probably call Tae, simply because if she’s been arrested, the likelihood is her younger brother Kit has been arrested too.

[ittybluebell]

꧁༺Blue's Garden ༻꧂

welcome to my garden - a complete guide of my growing creative works, all g/t! i don't do vore and i don't do nsfw 'cause i'm all about that fluff and angst, baybee!!

(creative priority is basically whichever concept/fic i am more interested in as i am riddled with adhd and don't know how to juggle projects)

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

AO3:

Itty Bitty Brains, an iZombie g/t fic about a borrower named Atom who moves into the morgue. He becomes besties-maybe-more with Ravi while navigating the difficulties of being tiny in a giant, undead world. Fluff and angst! With drama and a slow burn romance on the side.

Nine, a Sense8 g/t fic about a borrower named Clover who is part of the main cluster and the sensates experience the world in a way that is completely new and fascinating to all of them. Drama with a serving of wacky perspective shenanigans, hurt/comfort, and found family.

Roommate, a Daredevil g/t fic that focuses on Finch - a borrower who moved into Matt's apartment - and Matt trying to coexist and all the trials and tribulations that follow. Hesitant roommates become tentative friends as Finch pretends they don't give a damn about a human and Matt's desire to protect who he can slowly turns him into a mother hen. Angst, dry humour, reluctant (platonic) bonding, and some trauma sprinkled on top.

Little Devil, a Lucifer (tv) g/t fic centred on Lex, a lone tween borrower who, unfortunately, becomes the Devil's newest interest when he catches her. Despite Lucifer's general dislike of children and complete disregard of boundaries, Lex latches on to the only adult in her life and Lucifer is bamboozled into the role of an unwitting father figure for a girl that is smaller than his hand. Found family/accidental baby acquisition. Lucifer is Lucifer, in which he grows as a person thanks to the people around him; expect lots of drama and feelings.

TUMBLR:

Itty Bitty Brains || latest chapter (3) || chapter 4 snippet

Roommate || latest chapter (2) || in the cupboard (matt's pov) || the last straw || what is the horned figure? || long-ass post about matt feeling protective of finch || the glue trap

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Itty Bitty Brains: Atom (old) || Atom, meet glass cup || doctor's little confidants (old) || Cav

Roommate: Goldfinch || terms and conditions

Hazbin Hotel: batsy oc sketches (batsy sketches the squeakuel) || catch her in the rye

Little Devil: lex got yoinked oh nooo

[sukoshimikan]

Picrew time for the flock!

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @detectivelokis and @strangefable

Silva Ellassa

Lily Anaphiel

Hazel Maribelle

[careless-with-your-heart]

Distracting myself from fic trauma by brainstorming a one-shot that takes places the same night as the piano chapter when Kitty and Blaine go back to the mansion. 🤪🔥🧤

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | It's Not Your Fault, Love

Warnings: Show typical violence and gore, blood, angst, death (More or less)

After being cured and striking out on her own, Cori is dragged back into the world of the undead, and a stray bullet changes everything.

Song: Kiss It Better by He Is We

Word Count: 2.4k

She doesn't know how it happened or who did it. But a few weeks ago she woke up on Ravi and Moajor's couch and she was alive, not undead, actually alive.

After a brief period of not knowing who she was finally able to get her own place. And a few weeks later, she was out getting coffee, relishing the ability to taste it again.

Then, on the way home, she was grabbed by someone she hadn't seen, a pinch in the neck and everything went black.

When she wakes up, she has no clue where she is and she's shackled to the wall across from her friend Don E, who she's seen look better.

It's been nearly 24 hours, whatever brain he was has started wearing off, and he finally seems to recognize her.

"Hey, D?" The chains binding her to the wall clink when she wraps her arms around her legs.

"What C?" He growls.

"No matter how this turns out, I hope you know we're friends," She smiles at him, "And I'm okay with whatever happens."

She's been put there as bait while the rednecks outside their cell starve him.

"I uh," he groans, "I appreciate that."

"Ehh," He shrugs the best he can, "The moment Blaine finds out what happened and figures out where you are, he'll come in all guuuns blazing to get you."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure," She mutters, "We didn't break things off in good terms, and I didn't exactly leave any room for interpretation the last time I spoke to him."

"Yeah, I know, but he's so hung up on you that won't matter."

The next few hours are uneventful, she's already realized Ravi is just as much kidnapped as they are.

Don E tugs at the straps securing him to the pipe, looking much more zombie-esque.

"Fuck," He groans, "I don't wanna kill you Cori."

He sounds so pained.

"Good, cause I don't want you to kill me," She says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood even a little.

"H-hey, before I go total Romero," He swallows hard, "I... I want you to know I'm sorry for bailing when Blaine... y'know?

She nods.

"Our friendship means more to me than and I want you to know that."

"You wanna grab some drinks once this is over?" She chuckles.

"Yeah... yeah that sounds fun."

There's less chat after that as his vocabulary dwindles to mostly grunting and growling.

Cori hums to herself to keep herself calm. She doesn't want to think about the fact that she only just became human again and that one of her best friends is going to kill her because of it.

She wishes she had done things differently, done more for herself. Set better boundaries with Blaine earlier in their relationship and not let him get away with so much.

She wishes she'd gone to her grandmother's birthday three months ago, that she had smoothed things over with her mom.

She wishes she had fewer regrets.

She wishes she could tell Blaine she still loved him despite everything. That, yes, even now, knowing exactly where it's lead her, she would do it all over again just to know he knows he's loved.

It won't be much longer. She can see Don E starting to go feral.

Their captors start getting excited, having something planned for the near milestone 100,000 viewers.

"Get up you damn drunk! Let's go light up a zombie and watch 'im go coocoo for cocoa puffs!" They hear Harley yell.

"Well D," She tries to stop her lip from trembling as the guys in the other room countdown with the viewers, "It was great knowing you."

Ravi tries to stop them. He blocks the doorway and begs them not to not be stupid, but it doesn't work.

Cori backs up against the wall when Don E yells out taunts, too lost at this point to realize it's a bad idea.

She wants to go home. Wants to curl up in bed and have her biggest problem be how much she misses her ex, not this.

Ravi falls to the floor in front of her when Harley pistol whips him.

"They're killing machines you dumn sumbitch!" He yells, leading the others into the makeshift cage.

She stands up, back still against the wall.

"Please don't do this," She says, but he ignores her.

"Those things killed our brother, they'll kill us all," He nods to Beau, "Do it."

Before her can turn back to Don E, Cori wraps one of her chains around Harley's neck, pulling it tight.

"What the hell are you-"

He shouts when she kicks the back of his knee, knocking making him drop.

"I'd put those guns down if I were you," She warns, when they all aim at her, "I have no problem killing your little ring leader here."

She pulls them tighter and Harley starts to choke, grabbing at the metal links crushing his windpipe.

She pushes his body forward with her knee, adding pressure.

"Let Don E and I go, and I'll consider only adding a little extra brain damage."

Harley's face starts turning blue.

"Fuck you," Beau lunges at them, jamming the cattle prod into her side.

Her body seizes, chain slipping from her hold and Harley falls to the floor coughing.

Cori collapses behind him trying to force her body to inhale.

Don E is struggling harder now, starved and now pissed that they hurt her.

"Little bitch deserves to have her brain eaten," He scowls, voice strained, "Get on with it."

Don E screams when he's electrocuted, pulling against his binds.

They almost don't notice the bangs at the door over the sound of him and the clanging pipes.

When one of the guys goes to investigate, the glass window shatters and an arm reaches in, grabs his collar, and slams him against the door, knocking him out.

From there, all hell breaks loose.

Someone drops a smoke grenade through the skylight before they come crashing down behind it.

Her vision is blurred from the pain and smoke, but even in full rage mode she knows that voice. She gets to her feet and presses herself against the wall so she doesn't get stepped on.

There are gunshots, shouts, and more breaking glass.

Blaine grabs Harley's leg and he panic fires half his clip.

Liv comes rushing in before the one with the shot gun gets her in the back and she collapses.

The last three shots of Harley's clip go off, two of them hitting Blaine in the chest and stomach, making him fall back against the wall next to her.

Harley runs out of the cage, locking it shut behind him and flipping a switch.

Blaine isn't far behind him, moving to tear down the chain link but he shouts as soon as he touches it, electricity arcing trough him.

"I got something for you, boy. One in the head," Harley grins, watching him growl. He raises his gun and pulls the trigger, faces falling when it only clicks.

Blaine just grins back at him until he hears Cori's voice.

"Blaine?" She's quiet. He swears she almost sounds scared. Of him? No. She's never been scared of him before.

He turns to look at her and the rage drains from him, being immediately replaced with horror.

Her hand is pressed to her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers and soaking into her pale yellow sweater.

She huffs out a small breath and her back slides down the wall.

"Heyheyheyheyhey," He rushes over to her, pulling her gently into his arms and lowering them both to the ground, "It's okay."

"I've got you," He says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'll make it better."

She shakes her head, catching his wrist when he goes to scratch her, "No."

"Cori," He looks at her, fear and confusion filling his eyes.

"I-I don't want to be that again."

He stares at her like she's insane, "It'll save your life!"

"I don't want to be a zombie again," She argues, "You didn't give me a choice last time. So respect it now."

Blaine's quiet for a moment but nods, pressing his hand on hers over the wound. She moans in pain when the added pressure causes pain to ripple through her.

There's more gunshots outside.

"Okay... okay. You'll be okay," He leans in and presses his lips to her forehead, "Everything's gonna be okay."

His hand is already drenched in her blood, fingers slipping between hers.

"I'm scared," She sniffles.

"Hey now," He pulls back to look at her, taking note of the tears in her eyes, "You're going to be fine, I promise. You don't need to cry."

"Come'ere," He holds her tighter, "I'll kiss it better, yeah? Kiss away the pain and make it all better."

He kisses her head, burying his nose in her hair and tries to hide his own terror from her.

He doesn't want to lose her, doesn't want to watch her die in his arms, unable to do anything to stop it.

"I love you."

The murmur of plan making behind him falls silent.

He can't stop his own tears and shaking breath, "Don't say goodbye. Please just- You're gonna be fine."

Her breathing begins to shallow and his grip tightens.

"Stay with me," He begs, voice cracking.

"Always," She promises.

Her body relaxes against him and he freezes, his blood running cold.

"Cori?"

The room is too quiet. The only noise being the slow, periodic beat of his heart and the sound of his breath picking up.

"Coriander wake up," He shakes her slightly, "Sweetheart please."

He pulls away, hands moving to cup her face. Her eyes are open but unfocused.

"Baby look at me," Blood streaks across her cheek, "Coriander look at me! Look at me baby, please!"

"Blaine-"

"Baby, wake up!"

Liv puts her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs her off.

"Cori, sweetheart, please, please wake up," He runs his fingers through her hair and it sticks to the red on his hand, "Baby I-... I can't lose you."

"Blaine, she's-"

"No! She promised," He shouts. His thumb strokes her cheek, "Stay with me. Cori, stay with me. Baby, you promised... You promised."

A terrifyingly empty feeling washes over him as the quiet settles in. She's dead.

The thought of never hearing her voice again, never seeing her smile, it make him sick.

"No..."

He can't do that. He won't do that. He needs her. Her hands in his hair, her breath on his skin.

Before anyone realizes what he's doing he runs his nail across Cori's cheek, breaking the skin.

He waits with bated breath as the others berate him for going against her wishes.

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

She suddenly inhales, eyelids fluttering, and he lets out a shuttering sob.

He pulls her into a vice-like hug, his face against her neck while he cries and hiccups against her skin.

"Blaine?"

He squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of her voice. It worked.

She's confused for a moment, looking around at everyone as they stare at her with wide, wet eyes. Then it dawns at her.

"I told you, I didn't want to be a-"

"I couldn't," His voice is muffled because he refuses to move, "I'm sorry, couldn't let you die."

She pushes his chest, angry tears forming in her eyes, "My life isn't something you get to just play with!"

"I love you too much to live without you."

Her anger turns to shock at his words.

"I know I never said it. I never..." He leans back, hands still on her shoulders when he sighs. His face is tear-streaked, "I never told you I loved you. But I do. I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

"So no actually, I'm not sorry," He says, "Because even if you hate me for the rest of your life, at least you're alive to do it. And that's enough for me."

"I don't hate you," She admits and he lets out a tearful laugh.

"Good," He smiles when she falls back into his arms, "Because I was totally bluffing, it would destroy me if you did."

The others go back to trying to find a way out while he holds her.

Minutes later there's a barrage of footsteps and the door bursts open. In floods a troop of Fillmore Graves soldiers with big guns.

Blaine's eyes turn red when they point them at them, pulling Cori closer.

Everything calms down when they realize one of the soldiers is Major and he helps clear thing up.

Blaine refuses to let her leave his side, terrified that if he takes his eyes or hands off her for even a minute he'll lose her again.

His hand is wrapped tightly around hers as they listen to Chase Graves give a rundown of what happened while she was... Well, dying.

He's given her his jacket, because not only is it a chilly night, but she's freezing after the amount of blood she lost.

When he finishes he looks over at them, "And who are you?"

"I'm the guy that just saved a zombie from getting tortured and killing a kidnapped human on the internet."

"Kidnapped human?"

"Former human," Cori explains, "Coriander Moes. This is Blaine."

"Blaine McDonough, owner and proprietor of The Scratching Post."

They talk for a bit, then Blaine leads her back inside to check on Don E.

"Hey, you guys want in on this?" Don E asks, referring to the cracked skull he's eating out of when he sees them.

"Yes!"

Blaine chuckles when she pulls him over. He sits on the floor next to the body, leaning up against the step, and pats his leg.

The adjust and she eventually settles between his legs, one of his arms hooked loosely around her neck.

He can't stop staring at her, even with her mouth and fingers coated in the blood of some crazy hick as she messily eats his brain, she's the most beautiful tonight that he's ever seen.

He leans in to kiss her temple, soaking in her warmth.

"Don't scare me like that again, yeah?" He asks in a loving whisper, "You're everything to me, Cor. You're my everything."