Skipper's Kid

Why Are Ye' Like This?

We are going to act like Hannah Hampton does not play for Chelsea for my sake because God knows I messed up the plot
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"Should I tell her?" you panicked, pacing around the locker room that was empty save for Jen and Victoria. "I feel like she's gonna smack me if I tell her."

Vic scoffed. "Don't be silly. She would never."

"But—"

"Y/N Y/M/N Little. Will ye' shut the fuck up?" Jen interrupted. "Kim loves ye'. Yer' her little gift from heaven. She wouldn't dream of hitting ye'. She'll be so proud of ye' going pro, trust me."

That took the wind out of your sails ever-so-slightly. "But are ye' sure? Like, that now is the time to tell mum tha—"

"Tell me what?" there stood the Arsenal skipper, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

You squeaked. "Um... ah... that I love ye'?"

Jen and Vic facepalmed.

"No, that's not it," Jen sighed, grabbing her Dutch teammate's wrist. "C'mon, Vic, let's head out."

You shifted on the balls of your feet as the two left you to your own devices.

"Sit with me," your mom directed gently. "C'mon, sweetheart. My bark is scarier than my bite, ye' know that."

"Yer' bite is still scary," you sniffed. "They're both terrifyin'."

She chuckled. "Okay, okay. That's enough. Now, tell yer' mummy what's up."

"Um... well, ya' see..." you attempted to make a break for it, gasping in shock at the very grumpy looking Leah Williamson and Steph Catley who stood behind the door. "Yee' traitors!"

Steph shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, your mum's orders."

"Now go, get out of here," Leah rolled her eyes, pushing you back jokingly. "Just tell her what's going on."

You trudged back to the bench with a sigh. "Why are ye' like this?"

Your mom smiled fondly. "Just because. Now, spill it before I tell the girls that you've found yourself a partner."

You caved almost instantly. You loved the Gunners, but they could be crazy. "I got offers!"

She crossed her arms. "For?"

You swallowed. "For— for— WSL teams?"

The skipper beamed but said nothing, gesturing for you to continue.

"They're from—uh..." your eyes darted around wildly. "Liverpool... Man—Man U... Reading... uh... uh..."

"Calm yourself," your mom placed a hand in your shoulder. "I'm only gonna be upset if you're thinkin' about accepting an offer from Tottenham."

"No! No," you shook your head. "I wanted to still stay with you... and um... I—I didn't get an offer from Arsenal."

Her eyes narrowed. "You better not decline everythin' just because you want to stay with me."

You gripped the padded bench with both hands. "No. I was leanin' towards— towards— Chels— Chelsea."

Your mom, bless her, grimaced, attempting to be supportive nonetheless. "Well... I suppose it could be worse. Are ye' sure ye' didn't get an offer from Arsenal?"

"I'm sure."

She gave you a small smile. "I'm proud of you. Go tell Emma Hayes that ye' accept."

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"Y/N, it's good to finally meet you," Emma gave you a quick hug. "Kim. You as well."

Your mom looked so awkward it was laughable. "Uh-huh."

"You ready to become a Blue?" the manager questioned, handing you a pen.

You bit your lip. "Y—ye—"

Emma grinned, probably finding all of this extremely funny. "It's alright. Club loyalties and all."

A much more genuine smile appeared on your mom's face as you held up your official #24 jersey.

It truly didn't matter to her who you played for.

As long as you were chasing your dreams, that was enough.

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Your mom had left once it was time for you to meet the team, so it was just you and Emma.

"How are you feeling?" she questioned.

"Excited. Nervous," you responded. "I know they're all probably very nice, but still. Also, Ez is gonna give me so much shit."

The coach smiled. "You'll be fine. Girls!"

They all turned, confused looks etched on all of their faces.

"This is our newest Keeper, so I hope you'll make her feel welcome," Emma placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N Little."

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"HA-HA! KIMMY, YER' DAUGHTER'S MAH NEW TEAMMATE!" Erin cackled into the phone as you shrunk into your cubby. "TAKE THAT!"

The former Scotland captain hissed. "Yee' shut up, Erin!"

The Midfielder slung her arm around your shoulder. "What are ye' gonna do about it?"

You smirked, shoving her away and into a snickering Jessie Fleming. "If Mum's not here to bully ye', then I'll do the bullyin' for her."

She glared at you. "I'm not gettin' ye' out of trouble anymore."

You scoffed. "O-okay, Ez. Yer' the one who always gets me into trouble in the first place."

"Am not!"

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