Football Imagines

Kylian Mbappé | vi

Little summary: This is a request by VRenergy46. You and Kylian start arguing about something that to him isn't that important, and he reproaches you that lately you are being too dramatic and overreacting, which leads you to showing him the reason behind your "odd" behaviour. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! ☺️💜

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"Bloody hell!"

"Woah, what happened?" Kylian says, walking into the kitchen.

"I broke a mug."

"Are you ok?"

"I am. But I broke a mug."

"You already said that" he chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you. Why are you crying?"

"Because you laughed at me!"

"I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! You laughed at me because I broke a mug!"

"I didn't laugh at you" he repeats. "And anyone can break a mug, it's ok."

"No, it isn't ok!" I cry. "It was my favourite mug!"

"I thought the blue one with daisies was your favourite one."

"Exactly, was! This one was my new favourite one! And now it is gone."

"It was just a black mug from Ikea."

"But I loved it! And now you are making fun of me again!"

"What? How?"

"Your face!" I say, pointing at it.

"What about it?"

"You were trying to hide a smile!"

"I... whatever" Kylian says, rolling his eyes. "Why don't we clean this mess and then go to Ikea and get you a new mug, uh?"

"I don't want a new mug!"

"Then what the fuck do you want?" he yells.

"For you to stop yelling at me!"

"Me? You are the one who has been yelling since I walked in!"

"I have not!"

"Yes, you have! And you are crying because of a broken mug, just like the other day you cried because you didn't have enough tomato sauce for your pizza, and the day before because your phone had 5% of battery. You are constantly overreacting and making a big fuss about the most stupid things!"

"They aren't stupid to me" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yeah, because you are a drama queen" Kylian snorts.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard what I said" he shrugs.

"I... I..."

"You?"

"I'm gonna clean this" I say, bending down and starting to pick up some of the broken pieces.

"With your hands? Are you mad? You could cut yourself!"

"I'm a drama queen, Kylian. Not an idiot."

"Let me help you" he says, bending down next to me.

"I don't need your help."

"But I want to help you."

"And I said I don't need your... ouch!"

"See?" he says, taking my hand on his. "I knew you would end up cutting yourself."

"Because you keep annoying me!"

"Now it is my fault? Unbelievable" he laughs.

"Everything is your fault, yes!"

"How? Explain to me how you being clumsy, is my fault."

"Because... because... urgh" I groan, leaving the kitchen.

"Where are you going now?"

"To show you how it is your fault!" I yell.

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"I cleaned everything" Kylian says when I'm back.

"Good. Now you can read this."

"What is this?" he says, looking at the piece of paper I've given him.

"The reason why me being a drama queen is your fault."

"It's just a leaflet" he says with a confused look.

"Just read it. I'm gonna go take a long bath that will make me forget the fact that I wanted to punch your stupid handsome face."

"Ok..." he replies, still visibly confused.

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"I'm sorry."

"Bloody hell, Kylian" I say as I leave the bathroom, my heart on my throat. "What are you doing there?"

"Waiting for you."

"Why?"

"Because I read this" he says, showing me the leaflet on his hand. "And now I understand everything."

"Do you?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I do. Like you said, it's all my fault. You wouldn't be taking these pills if it wasn't because of me."

"I mean, there are other reasons to take them."

"But you take them to not get pregnant, and that can only happen if I'm involved so... my fault" he shrugs.

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry I treated you like that. I didn't know."

"It's ok. Maybe I should have told you earlier that sometimes they make me feel like..."

"Like a drama queen?" he smiles.

"Yes, that."

"Do you forgive me?"

"If you look at me with those puppy eyes, I guess I'll have to" I sigh.

"Can I get a hug too?"

"Fine, a hug too" I reply, rolling my eyes but also smiling.

"I'm sorry. And I love you."

"I love you too, Kylian" I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Since tomorrow morning I'm free, do you want to go to Ikea and get a new mug?"

"What?" I chuckle.

"It was your favourite one."

"The blue one with daisies is my favourite one."

"But you said... Oh, you are trolling me. Look at that smile, you are trolling me!"

"Maybe I am" I shrug. "But we can still go to Ikea."

"It's a date, then?"

"It's a date. Now may I please go get dressed? I'm getting cold."

"I can warm you up."

"Kylian!" I say, hitting his chest.

"It was just a suggestion" he replies with a cheeky smile.

"If you want to suggest something, making me dinner sounds like heaven."

"Pasta?"

"Surprise me."

"As my lady commands" he smiles, kissing my cheek and walking towards the door. "Wait, no."

"What now?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Not my lady. My queen" Kylian winks.

"Idiot!" I laugh, grabbing a pillow from the bed, throwing it at him and missing, the sound of his laugh echoing around the house as he leaves our room.