revol

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MASTERLIST

caught red-handed (riddle rosehearts x reader)

heatwaves (evan myers x reader)

head scratches (evan myers x reader)

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REQUESTING A FIC

PLEASE be specific on what you want, i often misunderstand things. the more info i get, the better ! if you don’t specify pronouns i'll use gender neutral :)

let me know if you want a vignette, headcanons or a fic. and if you want it in first, second or third person.

please be patient/don't spam, i'm a very busy man. i will get round to it (probably...)

feel free to dm me if you have any questions or a specific character(s) you want me to write for !

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WHAT I'LL (currently) WRITE;

⌞ ⌝ EVERYMANHYBRID / MARBLE HORNETS

⌞ ⌝ GOSLINGVERSE (ryan gosling characters)

⌞ ⌝ THE PITT

⌞ ⌝ YURI ON ICE

⌞ ⌝ IWTV (AMC)

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BOUNDARIES;

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WHAT I WILL WRITE;

⌞ ⌝ male/gender neutral readers

⌞ ⌝ poly ships

⌞ ⌝ 'niche' scenarios

⌞ ⌝ different styles of writing (e.g. headcanons, oneshots, drabbles etc)

⌞ ⌝ if i ever post my ocs on here i'll do oc x reader if anyone wants hehe

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WHAT I WON'T WRITE;

⌞ ⌝ SMUT (sorry not sorry) i'll write suggestive stuff, but not smut.

⌞ ⌝ fem readers, sorry ladies

⌞ ⌝ straight ships (LMAO)

⌞ ⌝ romance for kids, i will only do platonic scenes for child characters

⌞ ⌝ i won't write anything offensive or harmful

⌞ ⌝ i won't write about real people

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you sluggishly get out your car, shove the door shut, and drag your feet up the path to the front door, practically falling into it as you twist the keys in the lock.

you just got home from a gruelling ten hour shift, your feet are sore and your limbs are stiff, not to mention the skull splitting headache thats occupied your brain since lunch.

evan was lounging on the couch, playing some zombie video game. when he heard the front door open and you groaning your way through the house.

he paused the game, freezing the entire screen as the menu popped up. tossing the xbox controller on the coffee table and watched as you shuffle towards him, shrugging off various work related accessories as you get closer.

evan leans back, giving you enough room to crash land on the sofa. "heh, tough day?"

all he could hear as a response from you was a muffled, "hhgmmhhhhh".

"i'll take that as a yes," he shuffles closer to you on the couch, until your head is on his stomach, "i think i know what will make it better."

he reaches over to you, and you can feel the tips of his fingers creep into your hair.

you sink into him the moment he starts to scratch your head, his fingertips grazing your scalp, pushing your hair around.

after a moment, you grab his other hand, which is tracing circles on the small of your back, and plop it on your head. he chuckles a little at your non verbal command, but does as he's told, and runs his nails through your hair, pulling it back from your forehead and temples.

he continues for a few minutes, changing the pattern he scratches every now and then, until he speaks up, "you had dinner yet?"

he waits for your response, only to be met with your soft snoring and almost purring.

he has to hold in his laugh as he reaches over to his phone, flipping it open and dialling in the numbers for your favourite delivery place.

"g'night, babe."

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bonus (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

you feel HABIT 's nails dig into your skull, from the top of your head, down to your nape. already feeling the headache start.

he drags his fingers along your spine, fire like pain blooms and it leaves red lines trailing your back. he goes up to your shoulder blade, carving out a few doodles with his claw.

his hand moves from your inflamed shoulder, to your head again. he grabs a fist full of hair, his nail beds caked in your blood.

he frowns, furrowing his brows, as he whispers in your ear. "'m not hurtin you, am i?"

he grins as he shakes your head no.

HABIT who locks you in the hottest room of the house so he can see you all sweaty and delirious from the heat.

evan who buys tubs of your favourite ice cream in bulk, so you always have something cold to snack on.

HABIT who smears said ice cream all over your body, just so he can lick it off.

evan who buys a gym membership for the both of you to use the pool. (+ matching swim suits)

HABIT who pushes your head under the water, ignoring your struggles, trying to break your last record.

HABIT who loves pulling your swim wear off in the pool, watching you squirm around all embarrassed, especially if there are others near by.

evan who drives around for an hour to find the perfect little river for you guys to have a swim in. he packs a picnic blanket, sandwiches, fruit, some towels and a spare change of clothes.

only for HABIT to take you there instead, chasing you through twigs and sharp pebbles before pouncing on you beside the riverbank.

Riddle noticed you fidgeting with something in your coat pocket for about 10 minutes before he got suspicious. His mind wondered what it was, a snack you were trying to sneak mid-lecture? A note you wanted to slide across to Ace without getting caught? It was keeping him from focusing on his work, until your hand slipped out and raised sheepishly as you said the professor's name. 

“Sir, can I go to the bathroom?” You called out.

Trein turned to see who interrupted his teaching, “Hmm? Oh, yes, fine. But be swift to return.” He stated before turning back to writing on the chalkboard.

You nodded and quickly scooped up your coat, pushing the chair back as you stood up. And walked down the aisle of desks to the classroom door, shouldering it to open.

Now Riddle was even more curious, what was in your pocket? He tried to ignore it, he couldn’t let something like this distract him from his studies. What kind of Housewarden would he be if he couldn’t pay attention in class just because of something hiding in your pocket?

…but he needed to know what it was.

He placed his pen down and closed his notebook around it, raising his gloved hand with perfect practice.

“Mr Trein,” Riddle announced before his brain could catch up to his mouth, “may I also use the restroom?”

The teacher didn’t even turn around to respond as he continued writing on the board. “Make it quick, Housewarden Rosehearts.” 

Riddle mumbled a small, “Yes, sir.” And he grabbed his own coat from the back of his chair, stepping down the stairs to the exit. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the door closed behind him. 

Riddle scanned the hallway, putting on his coat, and saw you rounding the corner. He quickly followed, making sure not to lose you. He watched as you walked by two of the bathrooms and started to climb the staircase.

Now he definitely knew something was up, were you going to meet someone? In the middle of class?? He was utterly puzzled and thought the only logical thing to do was continue to follow you, to make sure you’re not getting in trouble…of course. 

He trailed behind you as you practically skipped up the stairs, he questioned why you were much more…bubbly, than usual. Maybe you were meeting with someone?

He waited for a moment before stepping out from the staircase, just in case you decided to look back. And watched you turn into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

You kicked open each bathroom stall one by one before pulling out a half empty packet of cigarettes. You picked one out by your mouth and shoved the pack back into your pocket, and fished for your lighter. 

Eventually you grabbed it and clicked it to life, putting the flame to the end of your cig. Inhaling deeply, your arm dropped by your side as you closed your eyes. “I sooooo needed this…” You mumbled, cigarette stuck in the corner of your mouth. 

After another moment in bliss you opened your eyes and chucked your light back into your coat, taking the cigarette between your fingers. 

A cough scared you back into reality.

You yelped and turned to see Riddle stood at the entrance of the bathroom, arms crossed and looking furious. Your hand shot behind your back, but it was already too late.

“What are you holding?” He asked sternly, shifting his weight to the other foot.

“N-nothing!” You squeeked, smoke slipping out from your nose. You prayed he didn’t notice, but you're not stupid.

He raised an eyebrow and put his hand out, like a mother disciplining her naughty child.

You look at him, then to his hand, and back to him. Sighing, knowing you can’t get out of this, you take another drag of your poor cigarette, your time together being cut short. And stub it out on the sole of your shoe, and drop the crumpled up remains of it in Riddle’s hand. 

Riddle’s eyes go wide, he’s not sure what shocked him more, the fact that you gave it over so easily, or that you actually put it in his hand. He shakes his head and clears his throat, trying to get over his surprise. 

“Where did you get them from?” He questioned, crushing the cigarette butt in his fist, “Was it Leona? I swear-”

You cut him off. “They’re mine.” You shuffle on your feet for a moment, “from…home.”

“Oh.” Riddle’s stern expression drops for a second, replaced by a small amount of guilt. “Do-...did your parents know you smoke?” He hesitated, unsure how to go about this. 

“Ha, would you believe me if I told you I stole this off them?” You grinned and let out a small sigh, “they’d kill me if I ever got caught, though.”

Riddle smiled with you. You never spoke about your life before, all of this. He didn’t know much about your home or what you were like before coming here, so these small snippets were…nice.

After a moment Riddle broke the silence. “You know I have to confiscate them, right?”

“What?!” You stared at him like he just kicked a puppy, “Why!?”

He chuckled at your reaction, “Skipping class, to smoke, at school, when you’re underage? Of course you’re breaking the rules.”

“What if I promise I won’t smoke during school anymore? Just at Ramshackle!” You begged, clasping your hands together. “Pleeasee Riddle?”

Riddle’s ears turned red, “Ah-” He turned his head away from you, “Your frivolous pleading won’t change the rules, now hand them over.” 

He lost all his composure when you dropped to your knees, “Pleeasee!! Rids, you have to understand, I need these, I won’t survive without them!” You bowed your head and squeezed your eyes shut, like you were waiting to be executed.

“You-!? W-what are you doing??” Riddle stammered, his face burned with embarrassment, were you really on your hands and knees, just for some cigarettes?? “I think you’re being a bit melodramatic…!” 

You sensed he still wasn’t going to give up, so you started to shuffle towards him, still on your knees. “Riddle, think about what you’re doing…you’ll break my heart!” You stretched your arms out to try grab him, to which he quickly stepped back to avoid your grasp.

Was this actually happening? Did you really get on your hands and knees to convince him to keep them?? Riddle’s mind was spinning and he couldn’t think straight. 

“F-fine! You can keep them- just get off the floor..!” Riddle broke, he couldn’t even look at you. 

You practically leapt from the floor, “Really? Thank you, thank you Riddle!” You smiled from ear to ear and beamed at him.

“Yes, okay, you’re welcome, now we really have to head back to class.” He scoffed and turned away, trying to keep the thought of you looking up at him out of his mind. 

He was about to walk out of the bathroom when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, lighting another smoke. 

“Prefect!” He barked, “What did I just tell you?!” 

You look up at him red handed, “Fine…” You pocket the cigarette and lighter, following after him.

What did Riddle get himself into?

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EXTRA !

When the two of you eventually got back to class. You couldn’t think about anything else other than mourning the cigarette you so nearly had. You couldn’t make out what the teacher was saying, and you felt like scratching your skin off.

Your leg bounced up and down, and you spun your pen around in your fingers, agitated. Riddle’s hand snaked under the wooden desk, and gently placed it on your thigh, stopping your jittering. 

He doesn’t look up from his writing, but you can see him smirking ever so slightly.

This must be payback...

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