Can you please write something for Kylian where hes confirting reader? Love you!
summary: when you were not feeling well and your boyfriend quickly noticed it.
warnings: mention of not feeling enough, emotional?, established relationship.
a/n: think I really am too sensitive because why did I almost cried making this like.. anyway hope you enjoy! send more reqs!’
kylian knew something was wrong the second you walked through the front door.
normally, you’d call out for him.
or you’d immediately come looking for him, usually stealing the hoodie he happened to be wearing before he’d even had a chance to say hello.
the apartment stayed quiet.
he looked up from the sofa when he heard your keys hit the bowl by the entrance.
“…baby?” he called, waiting for your usual answer.
just the sound of your shoes being slipped off.
he found you in the kitchen. standing completely still. still wearing your coat. staring at nothing.
“…hey.” he walked over slowly, stopping a few steps away from you.
you turned your head, forcing a small smile. “hi.”
he knew immediately. that wasn’t your real smile.
“how was your day?” he asked quietly, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“…just fine?” he tilted his head.
“mhm.” you nodded quickly. “just tired.”
he studied your face for a second before taking another step closer. he gently hooked a finger beneath your chin, encouraging you to look back at him. “…try again.” his voice was barely above a whisper.
your eyes met his. “…what?”
“don’t give me the version you tell everyone else.” he offered you a soft smile. “give me the real one.”
you held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away again. “…i’m okay.”
he sighed quietly. “no, you’re not.”
your lip trembled, just for a second. you hoped he hadn’t noticed.
he had. of course he had.
“come here.” he opened his arms without hesitation.
you looked at him, already shaking your head a little. “…kyks..”
“come here.” he repeated gently, never taking his eyes off you.
the second you stepped forward, he wrapped both arms around you.
you buried your face against his hoodie almost instinctively.
he rested his chin on top of your head, one hand slowly rubbing comforting circles against your back.
“…you don’t have to fix it.” you whispered into his chest.
“i know.” he nodded, still stroking your back.
“…you don’t have to make it better.”
“…i just…” your voice cracked as you gripped his hoodie a little tighter. “…i’m so tired.”
not because you were crying, because you sounded exhausted.
the kind of exhausted sleep couldn’t fix.
“tell me.” he murmured, never loosening his embrace.
you let out something that almost sounded like a laugh. “…everything feels too much.”
he stayed silent, letting you continue at your own pace.
“i feel like i’m trying so hard all the time.” you admitted quietly.
he listened, not interrupting once.
“at work…” you swallowed. “with people…”
“with myself…” your shoulders slumped.
“and no matter what i do…” your voice became smaller. “…it never feels like enough.”
kylian hugged you a little closer. just enough for you to notice.
“look at me.” he said softly.
you slowly lifted your head.
your eyes were already shining with tears.
“who told you that?” he asked, gently brushing a thumb beneath one of your eyes.
“who told you that you have to earn the right to rest?” he searched your face carefully. “who told you you have to be perfect before you’re allowed to breathe?”
you blinked slowly. “…no one.”
“exactly.” he caught the tear before it could fall down your cheek. “because it isn’t true.”
“…it doesn’t feel that way.”
“i know.” he nodded understandingly. “feelings lie sometimes.”
you let out the tiniest laugh through your tears.
his thumb continued absentmindedly brushing your cheek.
“especially when they all decide to gang up on you at once.”
“i hate crying.” you admitted, embarrassed.
he frowned immediately. “why?” he asked gently.
“because it makes me feel weak.”
“hey.” his voice became just a little firmer as he shook his head. “don’t do that.”
“…do what?” you wiped your eyes.
“talk about the person i love like she’s weak.” he looked at you with nothing but sincerity.
you stared at him. speechless.
he carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“do you know what i see?” he asked.
“i see someone who keeps going even when she’s exhausted.” he smiled softly.
“someone who loves everyone with her whole heart.”
“someone who worries about everyone before herself.”
“someone who’s been carrying far too much for far too long.”
he rested his forehead against yours. “that’s not weakness.” he whispered. “…that’s someone who’s overdue for kindness.”
your eyes filled all over again. “…i don’t know how to stop.”
“then don’t.” he shrugged gently.
“not today.” he smiled reassuringly. “today…” he intertwined his fingers with yours. “…let me carry you for a while.”
you looked down at your joined hands. “…what if i’m too much?”
he laughed. not loudly. just warmly. like the thought itself was impossible. because it was.
“have you met me?” he grinned.
despite everything, you smiled.
“i spend ninety minutes every weekend with defenders trying to kick me.” he joked, making you huff a tiny laugh. “you really think you’re going to scare me away because you had a bad day?”
a small laugh finally escaped your lips.
“there she is.” he smiled immediately.
“my girl.” he gently cupped your cheek. “i’ve been looking for her since you walked through the front door.”
before you could answer, he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a second.
“how about this?” he asked as he looked back into your eyes.
“we order the most unhealthy takeaway we can find.” he smiled. “we stay in our pyjamas.”
“we ignore the outside world.” he gave your hand another gentle squeeze. “and…” his voice softened even more. “…you don’t have to pretend you’re okay for the rest of the night.”
you looked at him for a long moment before your shoulders finally relaxed. “…that actually sounds really nice.”
“good.” he smiled proudly. “because i already decided.”
you laughed, wiping your cheeks. “you didn’t even let me choose.”
“i know.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he guided you toward the sofa. “tonight…” he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple. “your only job” he pulled you closer against his side, resting his cheek lightly on top of your head. “…is to let yourself be loved.”
and for the first time all day, the weight on your shoulders felt just a little lighter.
