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Mbappe x reader where he is really possessive and angry and jealous. You can come up with the scenario. Maybe something like what u did for Richi 🫶🏼✨

TERRITORIAL

pairing: mbappe x reader

summary: On the day of one of Kylian’s vital matches, speculations cloud the pitch. Both Y/N and Mbappe learn the crucial power of privacy, realising what people don’t know, they can’t ruin.

author’s note: angst!! possessive and jealous mbappe!! honestly i love writing for him!! plus i tried some new things <33. hope u enjoy and sorry for the long wait :) + i imagined blonde kylian whilst writing this

Kylian startles me, as he comes from behind me and wraps his toned arms around my waist. His chin resting on my shoulder, I let out a long exhalation of relief, feeling a wave of serenity among the bustling Parisian lights. I glanced up, staring deeply into the blinking lights that illuminated the city, and then looked back to Kylian, attaching my lips onto his. Today marked our six month anniversary, and Ky decided to bring us back home to celebrate. Paris always had a special fondness in my heart, as it is where I spent the first seven years of my life, where most of my family resided and where I met Kylian. Although our night had to be cut short due to Kylian’s match at Parc des Princes tomorrow, we both made sure to relish each other’s presence to the fullest.

It was rare we had each other to ourselves like this, due to our demanding and famed lifestyles. If I was free, Kylian had training and if he was free, I had a photoshoot. As if this wasn't enough of a hassle of its own, the added factor of secrecy makes things completely infeasible. Disguises, secret locations and body guards were just some of the thousands of precautions taken to ensure our privacy. So far, it worked, as Kylian was being linked to essentially every Woman in Paris except me. No one had the reason to relate the two of us, as to some, I lived in a completely different universe to Kylian Mbappe. And it was all worth it, as despite everything else about us being in the forefront of the public eye, we finally had something that was utterly and wholly ours. Just ours, and only ever ours.

“Je ne me lasserai jamais de ce vue.” (I will never get tired of this view.) I mention, entirely enthralled by the glimmering tower in front of me.

“Moi aussi.” (Me too.) Kylian responds quickly, and I whip my head back to find his stare unreservedly fixated on me instead of the tower. I smile softly, and drop my eyes to the floor attempting to conceal my bashful state. He can obviously see me try to hide my face, as he erupts into a fit of shameless laughter. This only makes me even more coy, as I physically cover myself with my hands to avoid eye contact. I rest my head on his chest, which reverbates as he continues to laugh at my timidity, as he begins to cradle it and kiss my head. His forwardness has always made me feel shy, which was one of things I liked about him.

“Let me take a picture of you.” He asks, staring directly into my dilated irises. I nod as he takes a couple with me doing funny pictures in front of the tower, some idyllic selfies of the two of us and some with my back turned, facing the view. I decided to choose one to upload to my story, appreciative of the views ahead of me.

-

Game day. I made my way towards the stadium, riddled with nerves. As I sit patiently, my phone lights up seeing Ky’s name appear. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, since at a time so close to the game, he would never go on his phone, it was apart of his pre game ritual. I answer hesitantly.

“Y/N,” Mbappe says, and my worry quadruples in size.

“Yes?” I answer, and he lets out a sigh. “Ky, what’s up?”

“Have you checked your phone recently? Or seen your twitter?”

“No? Why? Do I need to?”

“Check your messages.”

Suddenly, I get a notification from Kylian, viewing the attachment he sent me. I gasp.

I go silent, and Kylian understands my thoughts, as he begins calling out my name. That was me and him, on the front cover, kissing, for everyone to see. How did we not know? How could we be so thoughtless?

I tune in to our conversation and listen to what Kylian has to say.

“Listen, there’s good news and bad news.”

“Je pense que la mauvaise nouvelle est très évidente, what’s the good news? (I think that the bad news is very obvious,)

“Your face is not seen in the article, that’s good, right?” He says, attempting to lighten the tone. I giggle at his ridiculous positivity.

“It says undetected not unknown, I already know they are just waiting for the perfect time to say my name.”

“Speaking of that, there’s one more piece of bad news. Check your twitter.”

I sigh, and my Twitter is on the verge of crashing down with the amount of notifications I have. I go to the trending page and view my name in capitals.

“Kylian…”

I tap on the hashtag and see tons of threads and tweets labelled:

A TIMELINE OF Y/N Y/L/N & KYLIAN MBAPPE’S RELATIONSHIP

THE FRENCH IT COUPLE: Y/N AND MBAPPE

Y/N & MBAPPE??? UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER,, KISSING???

Y/N IS THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO AND HERE’S WHY…

“Oh God.” I blurt out, realising just how bad this situation is.

“Yeah… essayez de ne pas trop vous en soucier, d’accord?” (try not to worry about it too much, okay?) Kylian says with his voice soft and gentle, trying to console me. I realise his game is getting closer, and he needs to focus, not calling me.

“You too. I’ll still be rooting for you in the stands. I love you.” I affirm, not allowing any trivial tabloids, trending hashtags or headlines get into my head.

“Je t’aime plus. (I love you more.) See you later, Ma vie.” (My life.)

Eventually, I reached Parc des Princes. This was the first time I would be going to one of his matches, due to our privacy precautions and coincidentally it was also the first time I went out as ‘Mbappe’s girlfriend.’ Great. We planned out this for months, ensuring that I could still have a good view, whilst still being hidden from the public eye, and now that all went to waste. As soon as I stepped out of the Uber, I heard haunting shutters and clicks of cameras, something which still irked me after all the experience. Mbappe made sure to increase the security, even before this whole situation, so I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Three different guards surrounded me, and escorted me to the seats, which, initially I thought was excessive, however now, I’m more grateful than ever. After navigating endless hallways and shortcuts, I finally sat down in my seat. I scan the pitch to find him, and I immediately see him, more unfazed than ever. Seeing him like that makes me feel more confident in turn, so I straighten up my posture, cross my legs, fix my hair and breathe. The whistle blows, and I just pray this match goes well.

Within minutes of the whistle sounding, Kylian is smoothly assisted the ball from Hakimi, before a defender from the other team viciously slide tackles into Mbappe’s ankles. He drops brutally. The crowd roars in anger and the referee whistle is sounded. I jump up instinctually, genuinely stressing. To everyone’s surprise, Mbappe limps up and begins to confront the heated defender. They argue aggressively, foreheads pounding, vicious shouts and boyish shoves and grunts consuming the screen. Just as the teammates from the respective teams begin to diffuse the situation, seemingly reaching a state of stillness, the defender utters something, which was completely unintelligible on the screens, but was clear enough to make Kylian charge towards him again.

Kylian releases himself from his frenzied team mates grasp and dashes towards him. Still provoking him with his comments, Kylian shoves the player with his utmost force and in turn, he drops to the ground immediately, rolling around to finish off the performance. I could tell Ky was extremely, extremely irritated by him, and was on the brink of losing control. The melodramatic player stops rolling around and gets back up, muttering more comments towards him. Kylian finally reaches his edge, as he shoves the player with intense acceleration. The crowd jumped in shock, the game turning into utter chaos as both teams failed to diffuse the situation miserably. The referee swiftly puts a red card above his head, something that Kylian was practically waiting for. He knew what he did was stupid. Before he left, I could make out the words ‘Parlez encore d'elle’, ‘Redis son nom’ and ‘Voir ce qui se passe’.

I could tell he was still angry as he left the pitch, as he ignored consoles from his manager and teammates and headed straight out towards the tunnel leading them back to the changing rooms. Suddenly, I make the executive decision to go, picking up my feet and explaining to bumptious guards that I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself.

Reaching the hallways, I hear the thump and strikes of objects being hurled around the room laced with a string of unrefined french swears. I breathed out Kylian’s name, before following the sounds as it became increasingly louder. I perceive erratic breathing and I become alarmingly worried at his state. Placing my fingers upon the door, I push outwards revealing the catastrophic conditions of the changing room. I see him, sitting on the floor against a disfigured locker door. His head hung back, facing the ceiling and his eyes pinched shut, as if he was trying to erase something from his mind. I murmur his name from under my breath, and he looks up at me, prolonging unfeigned eye contact. I begin to make my way towards him, before Kylian jumps up and moves back from me. I frown, puzzled but nonetheless I remain immobile maintaining a gut wrenching distance.

“Ky, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”(What’s wrong?) I ask gently, tilting my head and giving him further inspection. I glance down to his knuckles, bruised and red. “Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là-bas?” (What happened down there?) My voice slowly started to become less and less unfaltering as it grew with concern.

He shakes his head and compresses his lips together, his hands placed firmly on his hips. He starts pacing around the room, opening up and closing his mouth in an attempt to formulate a sentence. Seeing him this anxiety-ridden makes my heart pound with sympathy, so in a couple strides, I come towards Kylian and grab his attention. I cup his face, staring into his dilated irises. I see flicks of hesitation scan his face, before I begin to calm him down.

“I love you. You can trust me.” I reassure him, as his broad shoulders slowly become less uptight.

“I know I can. C'est moi, en qui je n'ai pas confiance..” (It's me, who I don't trust.) He mutters shamefully, expressing the extent of his anger.

“Well I do. I trust you completely.”

Kylian heaves, before his attentive glare left mine and watched the walls. “He- They know about you. He was talking about you on the pitch. The whole team.” I sigh, before softly dropping my hands from his face. He notices this, as he grabs my hands to hold them before they fall against my sides.

“What did they say?”

His head hangs low, and his gaze meets the floor. I look up at him searching for the eye contact I desire, but his eyes remain glued to the ground. “Ky-” I’m cut off as he looks back at me.

“First they said you were pretty. They kept saying your name, congratulating me for getting someone as sexy as you. Afterwards, they began to threaten me about how I need to get up from the ground so I won’t embarrass you. Then one of them started to talk about how they can treat you better. That they can fuck you better than me. When I pushed him down, his teammates started to say the same thing, saying your name, imitating you, moaning. It was disgusting and I’m sorry that you-”

I connect my lips onto his, overwhelmed. It felt like the only correct answer at the moment, as Kylian’s temper was rising by the minute. His resentment translated into ardent concupiscence, as his hands shifted against my body frantically. His hands in my hair, and my arms linked around his shoulders. I hoped my appreciation for him was communicated. A million thoughts condensed into one single moment.

I slowly detach my lips from him, as our foreheads touch. Trying to regain my breathing, I still see Ky’s eyes closed and his lips pressed together. Eventually, his eyes flutter open and I begin to laugh at his state. Face flushed, red lipstick staining his lips it was truly a heavenly sight. As our laughs reverberated against the changing room, he grabbed my waist and pressed it towards him in a snug embrace. After a few beats of silence, I place my chin on his chest to look up, “Is it bad to say I like it when you’re jealous?” He looks down and furrows his eyebrows. His dimple pops up as he talks, “I wasn’t jealous.” I laugh at his denial, because clearly his actions presented differently.

“So getting a four match ban isn’t a result of your jealousy?” I remark snarkily as Kylian pouts, slightly saddened by my words. I laugh quietly to myself, before I apologise profusely and kiss the tip of his nose.

He continues to plead his case saying “Je ne suis pas jaloux, je suis territorial. (I am not jealous, I am territorial.) Jealousy is when you want something that’s not yours, and I was just protecting what’s already mine.”

-

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📸 HAITI'S FIRST NATIONAL WOMEN'S FOOTBALL TEAM,

circa 1970.

Pioneering Women's Football: A Trailblazing Debut. In the colorful tapestry of football history, Haiti shines as a true pioneer of women's football.

By Orlando Aurélien

Back in the 1970s, despite opposition from FIFA's President against women playing football, Haiti fearlessly embraced women playing football. They established their first national women's team and organized a national women's football tournament, believing in the power of gender equality in sports.

Haiti's fervent support for women's football caught FIFA's attention, leading to the CONCACAF World Cup qualifier being hosted in Haiti (1991), promoting the inaugural Women's World Cup. The image of packed Haitian stadiums, filled with fans passionately watching women's football, symbolized the sport's global appeal.

At the 2023 Women's World Cup, Haiti's debut showcased their unwavering spirit. Labelled underdogs, they held European champions England to an impressive 1- 0 victory. Haiti's goalkeeper, Kerly Théus, made crucial saves, reflecting the nation's grit and determination. As we celebrate Haiti's pioneering journey, we recognize their lasting impact. Their legacy inspires generations, igniting the passion for women's football and empowering individuals to dream big. Haiti's unwavering commitment propels the sport towards a more inclusive and diverse future.

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Messi and Argentina Experience First Qualifying Defeat

Uruguay put an end to Argentina's impressive 14-match unbeaten streak with a commanding 2-0 triumph over the reigning world champions in the World Cup qualifiers at Buenos Aires' Alberto J. Armando Stadium on Friday.ALSO CHECK: Affordable productsRonald Araújo found the net in the 41st minute, and Darwin Núñez secured the victory with a goal in the 86th minute. This win not only propelled Uruguay to success but also marked the end of Argentine goalkeeper Emiliano Martínez's remarkable shutout streak, which spanned an impressive 751 minutes. Lionel Messi and the Argentine squad experienced their first defeat in the 2026 World Cup qualifying campaign, ending a streak that began after their surprising 2-1 loss to Saudi Arabia in the 2022 finals in Qatar.ALSO READ: Interesting storiesReflecting on the outcome, Messi acknowledged, "We had to lose someday; this happens." Despite the setback, Argentina remains at the top of the standings with 12 points from five matches, having won all four of their initial qualifiers. Uruguay's well-deserved victory positions them in second place with 10 points. LEARN MORE… Read the full article

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Football

Football refers to a group of team sports that, in varied degrees, involve kicking a ball in order to score goals. Without qualification, the term "football" generally refers to the variety of the game that is most common in the context in which it is used. Association football, also known as soccer in North America, Ireland, and Australia, gridiron football, sometimes known as American football or Canadian football, Australian rules football, rugby union and rugby league, and Gaelic football are all sports that are frequently referred to as football. These many football variations are referred to as "football codes" and have varying degrees of shared ancestry.There are numerous allusions to conventional, historical, or prehistoric ball games that were played around the world. Modern football rules can be traced back to the 19th-century standardisation of these activities in English public schools.These football regulations were able to extend to British-influenced regions outside of the Empire's direct control due to the expansion and cultural influence of the British Empire.By the turn of the 20th century, several regional codes had already emerged. Gaelic football, for instance, purposefully adopted the regulations of regional traditional football games to preserve its history. The Football League, the first of many professional football associations, was established in England in 1888. The 20th century saw the rise of some of the different varieties of football evolved into some of the most well-liked team sports in the world.

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What is difference between baseball and Soccer?

What is Baseball and soccer (known as football in most parts of the world) are two distinct sports with significant differences in terms of rules, gameplay, equipment, and popularity. Here are some key differences between baseball and soccer:

1. Type of Sport:

   - Baseball: Baseball is a bat-and-ball sport that is primarily played in North America, particularly in the United States and Canada.

   - Soccer (Football): Soccer is a sport played with a round ball using feet (and sometimes the head) to score goals. It is the world's most popular sport and is played in nearly every country.

2. Field and Playing Area:

   - Baseball: Baseball is typically played on a diamond-shaped field with bases (first, second, third, and home plate) arranged in a square. The pitcher's mound is in the center.

   - Soccer: Soccer is played on a rectangular field known as a pitch. There are two goals at opposite ends of the field, and there are no bases or diamond-shaped configurations.

3. Duration of the Game:

   - Baseball: Baseball games have no set time limit and can vary in duration. They consist of nine innings (or more in case of a tie). Each inning involves both teams having a chance to bat and field.

   - Soccer: Soccer matches are typically divided into two halves, each lasting 45 minutes with a 15-minute halftime break. In most cases, additional time is added at the end of each half for stoppages, injuries, and substitutions.

4. Scoring:

   - Baseball: In baseball, runs are scored by hitting the ball and running around the bases. A home run occurs when the ball is hit out of the playing field.

   - Soccer: In soccer, goals are scored by getting the ball into the opposing team's goal. Each goal is worth one point.

5. Positions and Players:

   - Baseball: Baseball has nine players on the field for each team, with specific positions, including pitcher, catcher, infielders, and outfielders.

   - Soccer: Soccer typically has 11 players on each team, with positions like forwards, midfielders, defenders, and a goalkeeper.

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8. Goalkeepers:

   - Baseball: Baseball does not have a goalkeeper position; all players have defensive responsibilities.

   - Soccer: Soccer has a dedicated goalkeeper whose primary role is to prevent goals by stopping or deflecting shots on goal.

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