One Shot (Jill Roord x Reader)
warnings: ⚠️swearing and blood⚠️
a/n: let’s pretend Viv’s ACL isn’t torn. based off this request:
Hi, I was wondering if you could do Jill x reader, pls? When they're playing at the world cup final and the reader got tackled badly by Luc
prompt: the world cup final with your secret girlfriend Jill Roord.
For two years, Jill and you had been dating. You both played for Wolfsburg, and only your teammates and families knew about your relationship. That was fine with the both of you, although lately, you had been talking about going public. You had both decided that you would tell people after the world cup final. So, tomorrow.
You felt nothing as you stood behind Dan and in front of Jill. Your face was stone cold and full with concentration. You felt a hand gently graze your arm and you knew it was Jill’s way of telling you you had this. You looked to your left at the lionesses. They were all lined up and directly beside you was Lucy Bronze. She was easily the player you were the most scared of on the team. But there was no room for fear in your mind. The referees started walking out into the large australian stadium, the crowd was wild, a sea of orange and white. Everything was a blur. There was the national anthem, the shaking of hands, the team picture, and then the kickoff.
England scored first in the 60th minute from an Alessia Russo banger. Your heart dropped as you saw the ball go in. As one of the wingers, you felt guilty. You were giving Viv service, passes, crosses, and you had taken shots too. But everywhere she was, there was Lucy Bronze, Millie Bright or Leah Williamson. England was unbreakable. That is, until the 78th minute during a corner kick.
You were the Netherlands pride and joy when it came to corner kicks. They were your specialty. You had scored two olympico’s for the netherlands, but that’s not what happened today. You lifted your hand in the air and kicked the ball with your left foot, delivering it perfectly. It went to the back post and you thought you had over shot, that was until Jill came running. She lunged, the sole of her foot connecting with the ball and going flying into the net. The Netherlands fans went crazy. You screamed at the top of your lungs, running to the group of girls in orange who were hugging and jumping around. They opened your arms too you, complimenting your corner. You crossed your fingers to Jill who crossed them back. It was your special thing, you couldn’t do PDA, so it was your way of saying I love you during games.
The referee blew the whistle in the 92 minute. Extra time. It had been a surprisingly clean game for a World Cup final. Only two yellow cards between both teams and a couple of fouls. But you knew that was all about to change. Playing 120 minutes meant people got tired, and panicked, and scared. And that meant unnecessary tackles.
That’s exactly what happened in the 117th minute.
Viv was obviously trying to keep her cool, but she wasn’t positioned well when Dan sent a perfect ball through the midfield and up to where Viv was supposed to be. Luckily for you, you were fast, the ball was in the air and you jumped up, back towards Mary Earps. You brought your leg up and it trapped the ball, but that was as far as you got.
Dirty.
That was the only word for the tackle against you.
The second you trapped the ball with your foot, you felt the breath get taken out of you. You felt someone’s body collide with your own from behind, and you felt their head against the back of yours. Your body went flying forwards, falling on top of the ball and winding you further. You let out a loud groan of pain, rolling on the ground with your eyes shut. You heard a whistle and then felt a hand on your back. Your head was in the grass and your hands were holding the back of your head that was bleeding profusely. "Y/n?" Jill’s familiar voice said. You got onto four legs, digging your palms into the grass. There was clearly blood trickling down your neck. You felt a hand pull down the neck of your jersey a little. "Can’t get your jersey dirty." Jill said gently. "I’m not going off. We need to win this." You mumbled, seeing medics running towards you from the corner of your eye.
"She’s faking it, I barely touched her!" Lucy’s words echoed on the pitch and before you could stop your girlfriend she was on her feet and walking towards the english woman. "She’s faking it?!" Jill yelled, storming towards Lucy and the referee. You tried to get up but the medics stopped you as they were pushing a towel into your head to stop the bleeding.
Jill put her hand up to Lucy’s face, it was full of your blood. "You mean her blood is fake? She’s just- pretending to bleed? You’re fucking dirty!" Jill yelled, pushing Lucy with both hands, leaving a bloody mark on Lucy’s jersey. "Hey! Hey you both better calm down or I’ll send you both off and your teams will be playing a man down each!" The referee yelled at both the women. Lucy gave a death stare to Jill and then walked off, slipping off her jersey and getting handed a new one by her equipment manager. The referee still took out a yellow card, lifting her arm up in the air and showing a yellow to both Lucy and Jill.
Jill was by your side again soon, and the medics had given you the all clear. "You gotta come off for a bit but you can theoretically still play." The man said to you with a nod. "That’s all I need to know." You said. Your head was wrapped up in gauze and tape and Jill gave you a quick hug before taking her position again.
You were back on the field two minutes later but only for a few minutes as no one scored.
Penalty time.
You barely listened to Andries as he gave a quick speech to you guys. All you could think of was how you were going to take that penalty. As the girls started to go like up, Jonker held you back. "Can you take this penalty? Your heart did okay?" He asked you. "I can take it. I’ve got this. We’re doing it just how we did in practice." You told him. He clapped you on the back and you jogged over to the girls. You put one arm around Jill and one around Viv and watched.
Dan took the first penalty. She scored and your team cheered loudly. Then it was Ella Toone. She scored as well. Viv was next you tapped her on the back as she walked towards the spot, closing the gap by putting your arm around Lieke Martens. Viv scored as well. Leah Williamson stepped up next and shot it home. Jackie Groenen stepped up to the spot and slotted it into the far left corner. It was a beautiful penalty. And then Lauren James stepped up. Your team held their breaths as she shot it. Lauren was young, and the penalty was an easy save for Daphne who cheered loudly. Aniek was next and your heart dropped as you saw Mary Earps get the tip of her fingers on the ball. Next was Rachel Daly. That scared you because she wasn’t experienced. But even experienced players miss. Rachel sent it flying sky high.
And then it was your turn. And you knew that scoring this meant you were world champions. If your slotted this home, then even with a goal by England’s next penalty taker, they would still loose.
After 120 minutes and a dirty tackle, wearing a bandage around your head, it was time to make the Netherlands world champs.
You placed the ball and then took four steps back. You made eye contact with Mary Earps, smiling at her gently and throwing her off. The referee whistles and you ran up to the ball. Mary went left. You went right.
The Netherlands were world champions.
You fell to your knees in joy, quickly ending up at the bottom of a large dog pile. eventually they let you out and you jumped around in joy.
All you wanted was to find Jill, and you soon did. You found her and cupped her face with your hands, she did the same to you. You looked at each other like that for a little until you pulled her into a hug. You laughed, and sung, and cried, and hugged so many people. You also toned it down as you tried to comfort a few of the lionesses, including Lucy.
"You were great. You did great." You told her gently. She nodded gently. "Sorry about your head." She sniffled. "Sorry about my girlfriend yelling at you."
You walked away with that, not seeing lucy’s the look of realization on her face as she realized you had called Jill your girlfriend.
The trophy lift was next, Sherida lifted it first, and then Viv, and then she handed it to you and Jill. You both went to the front of the group, and lifted it up in the air together. The Netherlands fans cheered loudly and sang their hearts out.
Confetti in orange and white and silver was all over the floor, you laid down in it, and eventually Jill threw some on you. "Oh you’re on Roord." You said, standing up and throwing confetti at her. You guys were like children on a sugar rush. Except your sugar was alcohol and adrenaline. You were partying, throwing things, singing, laughing and you couldn’t stop hugging Jill.
You both went around signing things and taking pictures, never leaving each others side. All you wanted to do was kiss her.
After another hour on the field, soaking everything in, the fans had left. The stadium was empty other than the Netherlands team. The english were in their locker room, and the dutch girls were starting to go into the tunnel. "You guys coming?" Dan asked you and Jill. You were both lying in the middle of the field, confetti stuck to your body due to the sweat from the game and from the dancing and jumping around.
"In a sec." You said, sitting up.
Dan nodded and walked into the tunnel, leaving you and Jill by yourselves on the field.
Jill shifted so that her head was in your lap and you looked down at her, brushing strand of hair from her face and taking a piece of confetti away from her forehead. "There is no one in the world I would rather be here with." You told her, tearing up. "You mean everything to me. Everything in the world." You told Jill, who smiled lovingly at you. "Well… we own the world now. We’re world champs." She said to you. "But I wouldn’t want to be with anyone other than you either. I’m so in love with you." Jill said.
She sat up gently and you put your forehead against yours, moving only to kiss her. You made out for a couple seconds until you heard movement behind you. You both pulled apart and turned around to see a small english woman picking up her water bottle from the ground. Nobbs. She raised her bottle to you both in a sign of cheers, and walked back inside.
