#omg nikka send as many asks as you want they genuinely make my day ily

[beyondthegame]

ok hi please tell me if i’m sending too many asks djsjsksksa but last one i swear: “Someone who'll set my heart free” for cy hehe <3 thank you!! also sorry if i’m sending too many asks djdjsmsms

“You’re early,” Cypress says whilst answering the door.

They’ve just come out the shower, their dark hair has only just dried. They’re standing in front of you shirtless, probably a little tired, but the sight of you is enough to pull a smile out of them.

Your eyes scan them quickly. “I can turn around and leave, if you want.”

Cypress’s eyes roll, they slip their hand into yours and pull you inside. “Don’t be stupid.”

They close the door behind you when you’re inside before waltzing over to the sofa and picking up their knitted jumper.

“You cooked,” Cy states, watching as you place some tupperware on the kitchen island. They slip their jumper over their torso and run a hand through their hair.

You nod a little. “Promise I haven’t poisoned you.”

Cypress snorts. “I hadn’t actually thought about that until you mentioned it, so well done.” They tap their fingers against the table. “You didn’t have to, you know.”

“What?”

“Cook,” they answer. “I don’t mind doing it.”

“I know,” you murmur, taking a few steps towards them. Your hands gently grip a fistful of their black jumper. “But I’m your partner, it’s literally in my job description to take care of you.”

There aren’t many times Cypress de Vera gets tongue tied. Reserved and silent, sure, but speechless—not so much. They’d admit that they’re out of their depth here, a relationship had been the last thing on their mind, and now you’ve appeared in their life like a great blessing.

Cypress places their hands on your waist, their thumb brushes against a bit of exposed skin, enough to make you shiver a little. They lean over, press a long kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer towards their living room.

“You’re choosing the movie we’re going to watch, right?” they murmur.

—

“I feel like you’re ready to criticise my taste in films,” you say. Cypress’s arm is looped over your shoulders, their fingers are running up and down your arm before they let out a light chuckle.

“I’ve been criticising since the beginning,” they murmur, your back is pressed against their chest and you can feel their laugh against you.

Your eyes roll. “Well, that’s fucking rude.”

They’re joking, you know they are. Cypress has been too invested in watching to make any critical comments, then again, the people pleaser in them wouldn’t let them—they like seeing you happy, more than they’ve admitted.

They hum against you, their mind elsewhere for a moment. “Are you staying the night?”

You smile. “Why? Are you scared to stay here on your own?”

“No,” Cypress says with ease, their lips parting after a moment, “but…”

You turn around and look at Cypress, their arm stays around you. “Are you okay?” you ask, genuinely concerned.

“Fine,” Cy says candidly, “just…it’s weird, not having someone under the age of eighteen here tonight. I feel like I need to do something, or check on them. It, just, has me tense I suppose.”

Your hand cups their cheek. “Well, that’s normal. You take care of them all the time, you’re practically a parent to them. You’re going to feel like that.”

“Hm, it’s just not a nice feeling,” Cypress utter. “I just don’t know whether I’m doing any of this right. My siblings. You and me.”

You shake your head. “You’re doing fine, great, even. With all of us, don’t worry.”

Cy smiles a little, it’s strained, still riddled with wordy, but they’d be lying if they said you hadn’t been great help.

“So, are you happy to?” they ask, placing a hand in the small of your back. “Stay here, I mean.”

You nod. “I suppose I haven’t got anything better to do,” you joke, a laugh falling from as Cy rolls their eyes.

They lean forward and plant a kiss on your lips, and then a second, and then a third.

“Let me cook, though. I think that poison’s starting to kick in.”

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