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tagged by @loopyhoopywrites, thank you! time for more claws goodness (goodness? awfulness? badness? unhinged-boys-ness?). Gonna put this under a cut cause it's a) a bit long, and b) features a weird spider and some blood & minor injury (with a scalpel).

no-pressure tagging @morganwriteblr @aalinaaaaaa and @little-peril-stories to share any wip-bits they'd like!

Vivien’s heart glows. Bitsy won’t hurt him, nothing born of Arachnis will hurt him, not anymore, but it’s so perfectly lovely how much Rainier cares. He sets the tarantula—now almost the length of his forearm—down in the circle, and joins Rainier outside it. Rainier has one of the cans of Monster in his hand. He holds it up.

“Cheers,” he announces, and pours the ichor into the circle.

It slithers into the space surrounding Bitsy. Bubbling and oozing, crawling and spurting aborted attempts at multi-jointed legs as it goes, it fills the centre space of the binding and swarms up Bitsy’s oversized body in a hungry flood. She rears up, fangs out, and is sucked down into the living black.

Beside him, Rainier is tense, gnawing at the knuckle of his thumb. Vivien wraps his arms around his waist, and presses to him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

“It’s too much. Should’ve used less, to start, she’s not strong enough.”

“She is. You are. We are.” Vivien tugs his hand from his mouth and kisses Rainier’s palm. “Watch.”

The tide of ichor recedes. Bitsy rises, all her limbs at every angle all at once. She’s black on black, juddering stripes of grey piercing up like aurorae in the dim light. Faint patterns that could be webs or nothing ripple through the pool of ichor surrounding her. She stands, utterly still except for the parts of her that aren’t.

Rainier lets out a long, slow breath. Vivien squeezes his hand.

“Told you.”

“Step one, anyway,” Rainier says. “Let’s see if one can’s enough, hm?”

He crouches by the circle, and Vivien fetches his scalpel. Sensible tool for bleeding, not like his little razors and blunt penknives.

“Rainier…” he starts, as he holds it out. “Rainier, can I…”

“You’ve bled enough for me,” Rainier says.

“No,” Vivien says. “I want…I want to cut you.”

His heart thuds in his ears as Rainier stares up at him. Then Rainier lifts his arm, and tugs up his sleeve. Vivien sighs as he kneels, taking Rainier’s wrist gently and laying the scalpel atop it. He can feel the pulse beneath the skin, sense the ichor protecting Rainier’s veins. It calls to the Pacts within him, a distant bassline, sound beyond sound. He can taste it on the back of his tongue.

“Go on, baby.”

Skin breaks slow. Blood wells. Vivien bites his lip as the blade bites through, drawing the same line he’s drawn on his own wrist so many times. Just one more thing they share now. Rainier sucks in a sharp breath. Together, they hold his arm out. Together they drip his life into Bitsy’s ichor. Backwards, that’s what this summoning is. It’ll still work. It has to.

The ichor bubbles, writhing at the warm energy the blood infuses it with. Bitsy makes…not a sound, but a noise. At first Vivien thinks it’s just a hiss in his head, but Rainier winces too.

“God, she’s loud.” A grin splits his face. “She’s loud! Vivien, do you hear her?”

“Yes.”

Rainier kisses him quickly, still beaming. “You hear her! Alright, step two.” He lowers his hand until it’s almost touching Bitsy where she crouches in the throbbing pool of ichor. Her head tilts towards him. The hiss grows louder. “Take my fingernail,” he says. “That’s my gift, Bitsy. Take it, and make me ambidextrous.”

In the silence after his words, Vivien doesn’t breathe. Neither of them do. The air grows heavy around them, the ichor writhes and writhes and writhes and that is all it does. Rainier’s nail stays human. Bitsy’s hiss dims down to a faint growl.

After five long minutes, Rainier sits back, letting his hand drop with a sigh.

“Not enough,” he mutters. “Not e-fucking-nough!”

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#writeblr #tag games #wip extract #original writing #horror writing #snippets #wip: claws #c: vivien webb #c: rainier mortem #just a couple of boys doing weird shit with demon ichor nbd #im having fun getting in the weeds with how weird i can make demons in this book #second draft they're gonna be even WEIRDER

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littlespoonevan · 6 years

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SCREW IT. 8!!! PLATONIC CUDDLES BUT THEY'RE ALSO IN LOVE OFC OR SMTH (do which ever one u want I know u might be busy 💞💞💞) ily

anon said:Honestly all of the prompts but to make it easier 9/25

anon said:9/12 evak for the cuddle prompt please? love your writing

9. Totally platonic + 12. Just waking up

this is ridiculous but also based off a real thing that i heard ok!!!! it just screamed evak, i couldn’t help myself skdjfla i hope you like it!!

Isak would formally like toabsolve himself of all responsibility for this. It’s Magnus’ fault - like it’salways Magnus’ fault - and he cannot be blamed for the situation he’s in now.

Here’s Isak’s current dilemma in a nutshell: the rent for hisflat has gone up again, the heating is on the verge of being cut off again, and Isak is really fucking broke.

He can’t be blamed, he thinks, that he spends his Friday nightlamenting his fate after a few beers have loosened his tongue. Especially whenhe can – generally – count on his friends to be sympathetic.

“Just get a roommate, man,” is Mahdi’s helpful but somewhatredundant advice.

“I live in a one bedroom apartment,” Isak deadpans, sulking intohis bottle of beer.

“So share the room,” Jonas tells him, like it’s obvious.

“I can barely fit my own bed in there, let alone anyone else’s.”

“Fy faen!” Magnus exclaims, eyes wide as he snaps his fingers.“I’ve got it!” He pauses for dramatic effect, making sure to meet each of theirgazes before declaring, “Share your bed!”

Isak attempts to splutter out a scathing retort to that butMagnus barrels on before he can even manage to get a word out.

“Advertise your place as a bedshare! And make sure you sayyou’re looking for a nice person to ward off the creeps.”

“Magnus, that’s-“

“Actually pretty smart,” Mahdi cuts in, sounding mildlyimpressed.

“No, it’s-“

“I’m gonna draft an ad for you,” Magnus decides, whipping outhis phone.

And that is how Isakwakes up in the morning with a killer headache and a message from some guycalled Even asking about a bed to rent.

Fuck Isak’s life, honestly.

He’s fully intending on texting this Even person and telling himthat he does not have a room – or abed, what the fuck? – available but then he reads the message properly.

Drunk Isak – or more likely Drunk Magnus – told Even to comeover at 11:00. Isak checks the time.

Its 10:55

Shit.

Isak stumbles out of bed,reaching for the first pair of probably-need-to-be-washed sweatpants he sees anddragging them on before upturning his chair of clothes in search of a hoodie.

He’s just in the middle of frantically trying to pick theclothes up again off the floor when there’s a knock at the door.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Okay,the good thing is that this Even guy will spot in about five seconds flat thatIsak is far too much of a human disaster to be living with and will probablyback out as soon as he gets a chance. This is fine, he tells himself. He can bemature, tell the guy it was just a prank and that he really, really does nothave the space.

He nodsto himself, determined, and then promptly swings the front door open.

And,oh wow.

It’spossible Isak is still a little drunk from the night before but holy fuckingshit this guy is beautiful. He didn’tknow people like this existed in real life?! He’s staring – gaping, really –and he doesn’t even realise he is until the guy raises his eyebrows and uttersa slightly confused, “Are you Isak?”

Isakstarts, straightening his stance and trying to make it look like he wasn’tclose to drooling just five seconds ago. “Yes! Hi! Sorry! I’m- I- uh I’m reallyhungover,” he admits sheepishly.

Evensmiles and it’s, quite frankly, the most stunning thing Isak’s ever seen.

“Maybewe could do this interview over breakfast then?” Even offers, and honestly,with a face like that, how can Isak refuse?

Tenminutes later Isak finds himself sitting at the breakfast bar in his kitchen,watching a beautiful stranger make him eggs.

AndEven is so nice. He talks so easilyand asks Isak questions about his life that Isak answers because he’s toodumbstruck to do anything else.

“Sodo you want to ask me anything?” Even says, poking at the eggs with a spatula. “Myonly references I can offer you are my parents – who say I’m a stunningroommate, by the way – or my ex-girlfriend, who, yeah she probably doesn’tagree.”

Evenlaughs and Isak feels like the worst person in the world. Because he’s actuallyconsidering this. He’s actually considering going along with this ridiculousbedshare idea because fuck, he kind of wants Even to stick around a littlelonger. (And maybe for bedsharing to turn into kissing; he’s only human, okay?)

Inthe end his stupid moral integrity wins out though.

“Listen,Even,” he starts, already feeling supremely uncomfortable when he forceshimself to stop being a baby and meet Even’s gaze. “You seem really nice andlike you’d make a great roommate but- I’m not actually looking for one.”

Evenpauses, a slight frown appearing between his eyebrows that Isak wants to kissaway.

“Butthe ad said-“

Isakwinces. “I was drunk and complaining to my friends about not being able toafford my rent and one of them decided it would be a genius idea to advertisemy flat as a bedshare.”

Evenis quiet for a minute, pushing the eggs around in the pan while he seems to bethinking over what to say. “You can’t afford your rent?”

“Yeah,”Isak replies slowly, unsure of where this is going. “My lease is almost up andthe landlord is hiking up the price again so I’ll probably have to get a secondjob or something. I’m sorry you came all the way out here for nothing.”

Evenhuffs a little bit, taking the pan off the heat and moving to the other side ofthe breakfast bar. “Look, Isak. I know we literally just met fifteen minutesago but from what you’ve already told me, you sound pretty busy with uni and yourjob without adding another job on top of all that.

“Iguess I am?” Isak admits.

“AndI need a place to stay and- well, my company hasn’t been that bad so far, hasit?”

Even’sgot this hopeful little look on his face and Isak can literally feel it melting his heart.

“Ionly have one bed though,” he protests weakly. He’s pretty sure Even could askto share his fucking shower and he’d say yes.

(Scratchthat. He’d definitely say yes.)

Evengrins, offering him a careless shrug of his shoulders. “That’s fine. I like tocuddle.”

Aftertalking over breakfast, he and Even agree to a trial run. A week long periodwhere they’ll see if they can manage living on top of each other without itbeing too disastrous. And, as much as he likes Even, he doesn’t really liketheir odds.

Isakis a slob and the apartment is tiny and his bed sheets probably need to bechanged and oh yeah, he has fucking insomnia six nights out of seven.

He’llbe lucky to come out of this with Even as an acquaintance, not to mind anythingelse.

Onthe first night they both decide to go to bed at the same time and Isak can’tdecide if that makes it weirder or not. He gets the most bizarre sense of deja-vufor a version of himself that doesn’t exist, like he’s one half of a marriedcouple going to bed together which is just- not a thought he should be having.

Evencalls out a soft, “Goodnight,” as soon as they’re settled and Isak echoes him.

Andthen they’re just…lying in Isak’s bed, side by side, in the dark, wide awake.

Great.

Isakgenuinely believed Even was kidding when he said he liked to cuddle. He thoughtit was just a joke to make the fact that they have to share a bed a little lessawkward. That doesn’t really explain why Isak wakes up from dozing to find Evensprawled across his chest.

Hefreezes as soon as he’s fully awake, breath stuck in his lungs as he waits. Forwhat, he doesn’t know. After a few seconds the heavy weight of Even on top ofhim and the steady rise and fall of his breathing tells him Even must besleeping and it allows Isak to relax somewhat.

Okay,this is fine. Even just reached for him in his sleep. That’s totally normal.Even must be used to cuddling. Isak can nudge him back over to his own side ofhis bed and go back to sleep himself.

Except.

ExceptEven is warm. And he feels nice andhe sounds so peaceful. Isak doesn’t want to disturb that.

Aftera moment’s deliberation, he carefully lets an arm drape across Even’sshoulders, settles back into the pillow a little bit more and closes his eyes.

Isakis distinctly aware of another body in his bed when he wakes up in the morning.(It’s not hard to miss when said body is lying on top of his chest.) It doesn’ttake him all that long to remember it’s Even’s. Slowly, he lets his eyesflutter open, giving himself one last moment to bask in this before he looksdown and gets ready to face the impending awkward moment.

Evenis awake, head still on Isak’s chest and watching him with an expression that’shalf sheepish-half unapologetic.

“Soapparently, you’re more comfortable than your pillows,” Even croaks and god, his morning voice should not makeIsak weak at the knees.

“I’vebeen told I make a really great pillow actually,” Isak says. Which isn’tstrictly a lie but Eskild also took it back five minutes later when Isak wouldn’tstop moving.

Evensmiles, sleepy and soft, and jesus christ, he can stay here as long as he wantsif Isak gets to wake up to that everymorning.

“Sorryfor like, completely obliterating any boundaries there were between us,” Evensays, though he still makes no move to get off Isak’s chest.

Isakshrugs, feeling a lot braver with Even curling into him the way he is. “We haveto share a bed. There wouldn’t be much point to this if we didn’t get tobenefit from cuddling every once in a while. This way I don’t even need to payfor the heating.”

Evensnorts but it morphs into something like a giggle halfway through and it’s too much. “Even with the extra body heat,I think we might freeze to death without that.” In spite of his words, Evencuddles the tiniest bit closer.

Isakhums in acknowledgement, idly wondering if it’s normal that he already feelscomfortable being this close to Even.

“Sodoes this mean I get to be your roommate?” Even asks, glancing up at Isak witha light in his eyes that feels far too meaningful for how long they’ve knowneach other.

“Ithink you’ve proven yourself to be a pretty impressive candidate,” Isakmurmurs, a wry grin spreading across his face.

Evenraises an eyebrow but his lips are twitching like he wants to smile. “If I cookyou breakfast again, will that seal the deal?”

Isakbites his lip, nodding once, and Even’s responding grin is blinding before hesqueezes Isak in a hug.

Isakmakes a mental note in that moment to send Magnus a thank you note later.

#evak #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #skam #tishul #asks #my fics #meme thing #ok i got this out of my system now i can properly focus on the tlditm sequel for the next week

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