Pairing: mary earps x spanish!reader
Warnings: jorge vilda, abuse, the world cup final, angst.
Words: 1.4k
I had never watched or talked to other players much, never when we stepped on or off the field, not even if we had a team bonding or something else.
I was known as the captain who did not talk to much, but supported and influenced the team great, do no one understood why vilda did not pick me as the captain.
I did not get into a lot off fights on the pitch but on off the things i was known about where the harsh but fair tackles i made, or atleast i thought they were fair.
'Y/n/n, you ready?' Jenni asks, i sigh, nodding as i grabbed the young girls hand, following the referees who where supposed to lead us out.
The final against england was the match where me and some off the other girls, most likely the ones who where part of the 16 leaving for some time.
It did matter if we lost or won, if we lost there was a bigger chance vilda would finnaly leave, but if we won i would probably mean we were stuck with him until our own deaths.
'Come on y/n, i expect better off you this time,' he yells before taking one off the girls who he had chosen in his arms.
The excitment she had in her eyes, that was what everyone here should have, not the anxious look in their eyes because they did not know if they would be picked or kicked out off the team.
I ignore the sympathic looks thrown my way as vilda starts shouting at me the moment the national anthems were over.
I sadly smile at the english woman, they looked nervous, too nervous and the stats and the fifa were for a big part already on our side.
'Good game,' i look up suprised at seemingly the most comfterball and relaxed english player and also their keeper, mary earps.
'Good game,' i say back, her hand lingering on ny back whilest my and her teammates were already leaving.
'You can do this, i believe in you,' she whispers.
That cold layer, that layer that no one had been able to atleast nake a dent or a scratch, was starting to break bit by bit.
And i was afraid, she would try to break it down until there where no pieces left off the armour.
'Thank you,' i whisper, pulling the taller woman even closer against me.
'Y/l/n, come over here now,' i slightly scoff but i let mary go, how much this new like and weird feeling in my heart tells me not to.
I smile at her one last time before we had to go back to our own sides.
The moment the gane had started, vilda kept shouting and yelling at me and it seemed to be me and only me he was doing it at.
But the way england was playing made them 1-0 behind before the first half had ended, despite them having a few accurate and good chances.
'Come on y/l/n, you have got to do better,' vilda yells, his hand was raised like he was about to hit me.
I just nod, knowing it would be better to just go with it then to go against it.
'Why cant you just do better? It is not that difficult,' well i did until he said that.
'Because i do not agree with way you treat us, the way you want control over us, the football bonds may be backing you up and calling you a great coach, but i and all the other girls here know what you really are, a man who seeks control and does not care about who he hurts with getting it-.' Everyone falls silent as a loud slap rings through the air.
