Skipper's Kid

Little Junior!

You scrolled through your emails for the 80th time that morning. Leicester. Bristol. Man United. Reading. Bayern Munich. Tottenham. Liverpool. Chelsea. Arsenal's offer was nowhere in sight.

"Y/N!" your mom called, knocking on the door before poking her head in. "Yer' always holed up in your room, why don't ye' come spend time with yer' dear old mother?"

You slammed your laptop shut, mouth slightly agape. "Er... er... aye... I'll be right down!"

The Arsenal captain instantly frowned. "What was that?"

"I'll be right down," you repeated. "You go ahead."

She ignored you and slipped into your room, taking a seat on the messy bed and patting the seat next to her. "Come on, tell mum what's up."

You hesitated. "But-"

A quick look that was usually reserved for her misbehaving players shut you up fast.

"So, wanna tell mumma what's goin' on?"

You clasped your hands together. "No."

She smacked you on the side of the head. "Don't get all sassy, now."

"Nothing's goin' on," you protested, shifting slightly. "Ye' just surprised me's all."

Your mom tutted disapprovingly. "I thought ye' knew better than to lie to me, sweetheart. But if there's really nothing going on, then I won't push. Now come on, I'm gonna kick yer' arse at Mario Kart."

You shot to your feet. "In yer' dreams!"

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"Little Junior!" Katie tousled your hair with a grin. "What's up?"

You batted her hand away with your own goofy smile. "Not much. Ye'?"

The Irishwoman shrugged. "Just a bit tired from all this trainin', but nothin' I can't handle."

"Y/N!" Jen squeezed you into a tight hug. "Ye' never come to watch trainin' anymore, we miss ye'!"

"I've got school," you whined. "Mum's mean and makes me do all my homework, so I usually can't come."

The Scotland international gasped at the revelation. "I'm gonna have a talk with her, it's no fun without ye'."

Katie snorted. "If you've got a death wish, go right ahead."

Jen's face turned white. "That's a good point, actually. Sorry, Little Junior."

You stuck out your tongue. "Whatever. Anyways, when training's done, I need to talk to you, Beats. Alone. It's important."

Katie pouted. "I'm trustworthy! You can trust m- alright, alright! No need to give me the look. I know, it sounded wrong the moment I said it."

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"What's up, kiddo?" Jen jogged up to you outside the Arsenal compound.

You shoved your hands into your pockets. "Ye' canny tell anybody 'bout this."

She gestured for you to continue.

"I've got offers," you blurted out, much to Jen's excitement. "And no matter where I go, it has to be in London. I'm staying with mum. No question. And they're all good offers, but..."

"But what?" your fellow Scot was ecstatic.

"None from Arsenal," you mumbled.

"That's alright," the statement didn't do much to dampen Jen's excitement. "What clubs?"

"Liverpool. Manchester United," you closed your eyes. "Bayern Munich-"

Jen looked surprised but said nothing.

"-Tottenh- Tott- garbage club," you coughed. "But the one I'm leaning towards the most isn't any of those."

Jen flicked your ear impatiently. "Well, don't keep me waiting! What is it? Reading?"

"Chelsea."

You expected Jen to throw a fit. To yell in your face and call you a traitor. Spoiler alert: she did not.

The Defender paused. "It'd be good for ye'. As much as I'd hate to play against ye', ye' should go."

"How are ye' so calm right now?" you hissed. "My mum'll be so-"

"Happy for ye'," Jen interrupted. "It doesn't matter who ye' play for, kiddo. Yer' mum will be proud of you no matter what. Unless it's Tottenham. She'd disown ye'."

You cracked a smile, feeling more relieved than you had since receiving news of Chelsea's interest. "Thanks, Beats. Don't tell Leah, but you're my favorite."

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I'm so excited for this one omg

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