#everett dislyte x y/n

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[Headcanons]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Everett 🤍

⤷𐙚 there is a sections for NSFW ‼️ Nothing detailed/explicit but there is implied sex and preferences.

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- I feel like due to his past regarding Ophelia, he has a hard time trusting people and letting them become anything closer than an acquaintance. Despite being a caring individual, he doesn’t want to experience another betrayal.

- Everett’s love language is gift-giving. As a staunch believer in “actions speak louder than words”, he’d much rather show than tell. Although his disability can make it a bit tough, Everett is determined to make sure the people he loves know that he cares.

- If Everett catches feelings for you, he’s in denial. Him? Like someone else romantically? Never. Everett would avoid you at times, but he’d subconsciously seek out your company anyway.

- If When he confesses to you, he’s blubbering like an idiot. He was already so quiet and the few words he had were long gone from his thoughts. A bright pink would stain his cheeks after admitting his feelings, and would quietly ask for a kiss (What a gentleman).

- He asked if he could be your boyfriend instead of the other way around. In his eyes, it’s a privilege and blessing to be with you. After all, you’re taking in a broken man, physically and mentally. In all honesty, he’s shocked that you even said yes (even though you were crushing on him hard).

- If you like to bake, he’s head-over-heels. It’s one of the few things he truly enjoys, and if he could simply bake with you all day he would. His favorite is to bake cupcakes and watch you decorate them. If he can, he’ll purposefully wipe some flour onto his cheek— he’s planned it perfectly. You’ll tell him he has something on his face, he’ll act oblivious, then you’ll wipe it off with an endearing smile.

- With his job in the Esper Union, it makes it hard for him to find the time and energy to do things with you. On his night shifts, he’ll shuffle into your shared apartment and immediately make his way to your room. Even if Everett is about to pass out, he’ll always make sure to give a lingering kiss on your cheek. Whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear before changing and climbing into bed with you.

- You have a favorite flower? Well, Everett will make sure to buy you a fresh bouquet every week with a small note filled with his love and signature. He always feels his cheeks turn pink when he opens his phone to a text from you, thanking him as usual and telling him how much you love him. His coworkers often catch him rubbing his face with his hand to try and calm himself down after getting praise from you.

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- Everett’s a bottom. Let’s make this clear; after his past trauma, he wants nothing more than to be taken care of by his woman. He never really knew it, but then again he never saw himself in a relationship.

- Please praise him, he goes crazy when you talk to him and give him little words of encouragement. The first time you called him a “good boy”, he immediately folded and quietly begged to hear you say it again.

- If you were to ask him to top you, he wouldn’t ever say no. Everett only has two positions if he’s topping— missionary and mating. And by the gods was he gentle. Slow, deep, and even strokes as he quietly pants against the skin of your neck, small bites here and there. Everett feels awful every time he leaves a mark and profusely apologizes when he sees the small bruises along your hips and the small bites left along your shoulders and collarbone.

- Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. Everett would have to be out of his mind if he didn’t take care of his beautiful girlfriend after she worked so hard for him. He’s gentle in bed and outside of it. He’ll always clean you up (with a little help from you due to his limitations) and make you some dinner. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take a little extra time to clean up where he can, just for a little extra time with you in the morning.

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⤷𐙚 authors note: erm. Yeah, IDK IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN NSFW BYE. 🙁

[capitollie]

Hello, Ollie! At your request here are my dislyte x reader asks:

1. Reader's wedding day (Ahmed, Falken, Ollie, Elliot, Raven, Ife, Zora, or Clara)

2. A day in the family of reader and <dislyte character> (you pick ;) )

3. How reader met <dislyte character>

4. Reader's birthday with a dislyte character of your choice

5. Solstice in the Esper Union with special guest, reader

Take your pick and dw!

(PS. Do you accept requests for Dislyte drawings?)

Gonna do the how you met bc cuuuute aha

I do indeed take drawing reqs! They’d be pumped out slowly but they’d be done regardless (I have school)

I am 16! 18+ blogs DNI

Content includes: reader implied to have a child (Everett’s story)

“Again?!” Clara sighed. She rubbed her eyes exhausted. “Your the clumsiest and most reckless person I know Y/n, I swear.” You twirled your thumbs.

“I didn’t mean to get in trouble with the Shadow Decree. They’re practically unavoidable.” Clara sighed.

“I know I know.” She sighed. “Listen, Falken needs me on this patrol so I’ll have you go to uhh,” she thought for a moment. “Heng Yue. You’ll be safe in her hands.” You had heard of Heng Yue before, the gorgeous woman of the Esper Unions Medical Department. You never thought you’d actually meet her though.

She is just as gorgeous as she was in her Echo magazine.

Long flowing hair and cute ears, she was magnificent.

“Hm, Clara’s told me about you.” Heng Yue said, tightening the bandages around your arm. “I must say, you are quite cute.” She said, smiling at you as you stuttered.

“M-me?”

“Is anyone else here?”

You shielded the young child as a billboard fell down ontop of the two of you, trapping you. You had gotten caught in a miramon attack and found this child about to be crushed by a billboard. It was only natural you helped the child.

“I-I don’t sniff I don’t wanna die.” The child sobbed. He clung to your shirt, shaking. The noises of the Espers fighting the Miramon made it hard to hear.

“We won’t die. The Esper Union is here to save us, you hear them right?” You reassured the child, who nodded his head.

“Y-yeah. Your right.” The child’s sobbing only slowed a little. It wasn’t long before the fighting stopped. You could hear someone talking, but couldn’t decipher what they were saying exactly. Someone butt in, but you were to occupied comforting the child to care at the moment.

“Hello? Is someone there?” A slightly raspy voice called.

“Over here!” You replied. A man lifted the billboard off of you and the child, and you swore you could’ve passed away at how beautiful he was.

Feather like hair covered his eye, he wore a black and purple suit. He had to be out of a dream.

You scooped the child into your arms and carried him out, stroking his head to comfort him. “Thank you, uhm…”

“Falken. Are you this child’s parent?” He asked, setting down the billboard. You shook your head. “Hm. I’ll bring you two to the Medical Department soon.” He said.

“Y-yeah, that sounds good.” You headed away from Falken, to wait for him when the child giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“You liiiike him.”

Grocery shopping was one of your least favourite things to do. It was boring but necessary.

Strolling through the baking area of the store, you inspected cake mixes. It was your four year olds birthday soon, you decided to buy the cake mix now before you forgot. You sighed, the cake mix you wanted was too high for you to reach. You must look silly jumping up to reach it.

“Do you need help with that?” You turned you head and stifled a gasp. A man stood with beautiful silver hair covering his eye, and was dressed exotically. And Esper, no doubt. He was a bit intimidating, you had to admit.

“Uhm, yes please.” The man smiled a little and grabbed the box for you. Handing it to you he asked, “You like baking too?” You blinked, then shook your head. “No, it’s my four year olds birthday soon.” You sighed. “I’m worried the cake won’t turn out good though, baking has never been my strong suit.”

“I can help.” The man said suddenly. You blinked, but smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked. He nodded. “I love baking, I’ll be more than happy to make a cake for the little kiddo.” You gasped a little. “Thank you so much, uh..”

“Everett.” He said. What a beautiful name…

“Y/n. It’s nice to meet you Everett.”

I wish I was joking when I say that after putting down Everett’s header all my headers would change to Everett so I’ll have to make a part two 😨

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[One Shot: Somethin’ Stupid]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Everett 🤍

⤷𐙚 prompt: the song “Somethin’ Stupid” - Nancy and Frank Sinatra

⤷𐙚 word count: 2.0k

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The snow always seemed to amaze Everett every time he saw it fall from the sky. Whether by great force or a gentle flow, it was mesmerizing. But there was always a competitor for his attention. And it was you. Everything you did felt as though it were from a movie scene and your words from a perfectly written script.

He considered himself lucky to even be considered a friend after how poorly he had treated you at first. Ignoring you for days on end, pushing you away at any given opportunity, and wishing the worst for you until he finally realized he was the problem. The day you finally broke past his barriers was the day he healed, slowly but surely. But what pained him the most was how irrevocably smitten he was with you. To Everett, being ‘friends’ wasn’t enough for him. You were the one he thought of at the end of the day, with your comforting texts and a smile. Gods, he loved you so much that it made his stomach flip.

Everett was more than content to keep your relationship platonic— mostly out of fear and uncertainty. He was far from perfect physically and emotionally, and he knew it. Although he knew of all your struggles and heartaches, none of those felt like flaws to him. They only made it more endearing in his eyes, and he wished he could simply take away your insecurities and problems.

Everett sighed as he stared at his reflection in his mirror. And to his dismay, it was the same disappointment every morning. His hand rested against the rim of his sink, his eyes scanning over his missing limb. Maybe if he wasn’t like this, it would be easier to work up the confidence to ask to be your boyfriend. He pinched the bridge of his nose before he began getting ready for the day. He showered and got dressed, placing his cloak over the right side of his body with a bitter shake of his head. He wasn’t sure why he felt so resentful of it lately after living with this burden for years.

The small comfort the day provided was that the two of you were going out for a walk in the freshly fallen snow, admittedly something he had been looking forward to since he heard the weather report. It was an unspoken tradition the two of you shared, and he wouldn’t trade it for all the riches of the earth. The two of you would meet at a nearby park in Gyrate, walk for a few miles (with you on his left, just in case anything happened), he would listen to every word you said, and then you two would part for the day.

After leaving his house, Everett maintained a quick pace to ensure he would beat you there. Out of habit of course, not because he wanted to see you walk up to him. That would be silly, wouldn’t it?

Once he arrived, he impatiently patiently waited for you to show up. And there you were, approaching him with a warm grin and a hug. Anyone would’ve instantly noticed the way he melted under your touch and the smile that spread across his pale features. Once you let go, he cleared his throat to collect himself a bit before extending his arm. “Shall we?” He asked you in a gentle voice, much like the other times he speaks to you. Ever since you two became friends, he’s never once raised his voice against you. And he would make sure to keep it that way after his previous mistakes.

You nodded curtly and interlocked your arm with his own. The quiet morning was soothing and held a specific charm of its own. You admired the wildflowers peeking through the early winter snow and the birds that cuddled against one another to keep warm. You hadn’t even noticed your lack of movement until Everett glanced at you silently, “What’s going on in that brain of yours, y/n?”

“I was just thinking— well, I was watching the birds.” You said as you stared up at the two small creatures. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt so envious of the birds. But they were only animals, so it shouldn’t have mattered.

Everett shifted his weight, hardly sparing a glance at the birds. Instead, his gaze was focused on the small details of your face, from the curve of your nose to the soft pursing of your lips. “They remind me of something I dream about.” Everett’s words were concise as he continued to tug you along the trail. The birds chirped from behind you and you spared them a fleeting glance from over your shoulder.

Quiet words of teasing came from your lips, and mentions of the previous day from Everett. An hour of aimless walking brought them back to the spot where they had originally met, and his pace had slowed subconsciously. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind, but the thought of it made his stomach do flips. But he really couldn’t handle this any longer— he had to confess today. Everett cleared his throat abruptly, “Hey, do you want me to walk you home? I don’t have anything else for today and I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You stared up into his eyes, the violet hue capturing your attention as it had many times before. The way he carefully leaned over you made your heart skip a beat, making your breath hitch. “Why would I even say no?” You raised an eyebrow and giggled, “You don’t even have to ask me, okay?”

His eyes softened and he nodded softly, humming in response. He knew he would fumble over his words if he tried speaking, so he gave up. Even as you two walked towards your apartment, your words replayed in his mind over and over. Something about the air between you two felt so different this time, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. Everett wasn’t super talkative in the first place, but this time felt a little different. All he did was look at you, over and over. Was there something on your face? No, he would’ve told you. Your hair? Your makeup? Your mind wracked over any possible answer, and you soon found yourself at your doorstep.

You quietly picked at your gloves as you waited for him to say anything at all. It made you wonder why he wanted to escort you home if he wasn’t going to say anything. Just as you opened your mouth to tell him goodbye, Everett gently hushed you. “I’m sorry y/n. I just… please wait.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “Wait for what? Is something wrong?” All your past worries melted away as genuine concern laced your voice. You’ve never heard him sound so… distressed. He sounded as though he would pass out at any given moment, but his eyes were resolute as always. Your eyes watched his fist clench and relax periodically before his eyes flicked down to yours. “Y/n, what would you do if I said ‘I love you’?” Everett wanted to bite his tongue in shame and immediately felt the sting of regret. Everett shook his head as he began muttering something incoherent to your ears.

And you? You would say you were shocked, but you weren’t expecting those words to come from Everett. The tips of your ears burned out of the sudden nervousness that filled your thoughts. But I’m the back of your mind, something screamed at you to ramble about your feelings to him. And yet nothing came from your slacked jaw, and you watched Everett’s gaze falter.

“I’m sorry, I— I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget what I said.” Everett turned quickly and was about to walk away before you grabbed his arm desperately. He stopped in his tracks and yet refused to look at you.

“Wait, I’m not upset,” Your voice felt weak as you managed to speak, “I just… it caught me off guard.”

“I really should go. I’m sorry for bothering you y/n.”

Everett broke out of your grip and stepped away from your doorstep. His words nearly made your heart break, but you were determined to get him to listen to you. “I would say it back.”

The world itself went still, even the birds' songs were quiet to your ears. One could’ve truly heard a pin drop, and you’ve never once believed it to be true. Your heart thudded underneath your chest as you waited for a reaction. Anything would be better than the deafening silence.

Everett came to an immediate halt after your response. Had he heard you right..? He turned to face you with furrowed brows, “Are you—“

“Yes. Everett I… I love you.”

Everett stiffened and felt his pale skin flush from the tips of his ears to the end of his nose. Why on earth was she being so forward with him all of a sudden? His heart rate must’ve doubled within seconds and his head was spinning like crazy. He took a few tentative steps in your direction, his broad frame shadowing over you. Without thinking, his hand ghosted over your coat until it reached your face.

His hand lingered just above the skin of your cheek, hesitating to make the slightest contact. His fingers grazed your jaw softly, matching the look in his eye. “Forgive me…” Everett’s words were but a whisper, his soft breath brushed against your lips.

Before you could ask why he was asking for forgiveness, he gently kissed you without warning. You immediately melted into his touch, with your hands pressing against his chest to steady the both of you. Even though he didn’t want to stop, Everett pulled away from the kiss. He felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t even look you in the eye. Had he just done that?

“Just so you know,” You spoke up, your voice grabbing his attention, “I forgive you. And I’ll forgive you a thousand times over if that’s what it takes to get a kiss.”

Your words must’ve given him another dose of courage because he finally held your gaze for longer than a few seconds. It frustrated him that he couldn’t speak up, but at this rate, he was going to pass out. His vigorously nodded his head and held your hand with his own.

The feeling of his calloused palm soothed you, and it just felt so right. Everything about this felt as though the stars themselves were aligning in your favor. Everett traced his thumb over the back of your hand before lifting it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you, y/n. But I’ll ask you officially, I promise. So please, wait for me. Okay?”

You smiled warmly and nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest. This felt completely surreal, but you somehow managed to keep your composure. “I’ve waited long enough, I think I can wait just a little longer Everett.”

“Then you’ll meet me tomorrow night at 7? I’ll pick you up from your apartment, and wear something nice. N-not that you don’t look nice all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he faltered on his words, and you shut him up by placing a peck on his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: the amount of time this took me was frustrating— I thought I had the idea down but I flopped— I’ll get to pt2 eventually ! Idk when or how to script pt2 but it feels unfulfilled without it