Skipper's Kid

Tack Tack

"KID!" Steph was the first to spot you and your mom walking into the changing room, bounding up and tackling you to the floor excitedly. "She's here!"

You grunted, unable to stop the grin that fought its way onto your face. "I was here yesterday. Did you think it was a prank or summin'?"

"I wasn't sure!" the Aussie defended, much to your other teammates' amusement. "You and Jonas can be so dangerously mischievous together, it's scary!"

"I wouldn't do that to my mum," you stated earnestly. "I wouldn't have the heart to do that to her."

"Aww," Beth teased. "Skipper's kid does have a heart after all."

You scowled. "Don't get ahead of yerself, Bethy."

Your mom was clearly entertained by all of this, though she clapped her hands together anyways. "Come on, girls. Let's get ready."

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"Try harder, Caity!" you yelled, hurling the ball down the field to Viv. "Yer' shots are comin' right at me!"

The Forward stuck out her tongue. "I've literally tried chipping you, megging you, and curling it! It's not my fault you block everything I sh- WHAT THE FU- COME ON!"

The Australian was clearly annoyed despite it only being a scrimmage and not counting as a goal. It was pretty funny, considering nobody had even touched the ball. You'd just thrown it without looking.

It was then you noticed one of Arsenal's cameramen on the sideline, panning back and forth between you and a peeved Caitlin Foord.

"Did ye' catch that?" you all but shouted with a cheeky smirk that only widened when you received an ecstatic thumbs up. "HA! Fuck ye', Foordy!"

Your mom's head whipped around at lightning speed. "Y/N! Language!"

Caitlin smiled smugly. "Yeah, Y/N. Lang-OW!"

You beamed as she clutched at her eye dramatically. "Tack tack, farsa!" (Thanks, Dad!)

The manager patted the large Elite 2.0 Commander RD-6 Blaster that you'd given him from your armory full of nerf guns. "Of course, älskling." (A/N: Yes, the term can be used to address a significant other or family members.)

The Forward pouted. "This is favoritism."

Jonas grinned. "No, this is fun."

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"Where's Y/N?" Jen questioned, unable to find you in the chatter-filled changing room. "Kim?"

The Scot's gaze snapped up from her phone. "Where the hell did she wander off to now?"

The Gunners looked around, all of them coming to the conclusion that you were indeed not in the room.

Kim sighed, laying her phone down and pinching the bridge of her nose. "When's the last time somebody saw her?"

Katie scratched the side of her head. "Last I saw her was on the pitch."

"When's the last time somebody responsible saw her?"

"On the pitch," Vic agreed. "I haven't seen her since."

"Steph, Leah, Viv, when's the last time one of ye' saw her?"

Leah glanced up from her phone. "On the pitch."

Kim stood begrudgingly. "Alright, I'll be back. It'd be greatly appreciated if someone could order a leash for children while I'm gone."

"On it."

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The Arsenal Captain was starting to think you'd left the compound in favour of going to Nandos. It was something you would definitely do, and it wasn't helping your case considering you were nowhere to be found right after complaining about being hungry. She'd already checked the pitch, all the medical rooms, all the outdoor areas, and most importantly, the cafeteria.

Kim approached her manager's office, sighing again before knocking three times. "Jonas?"

"Come in!"

The Swede was sitting at his desk with a stack of paperwork on his left and another on his right. He looked up from the tedious office work when she entered, smiling kindly. "Hi, Kim. What's going on?"

The Midfielder smiled back. "Hi, Jonas. Have you seen Y/N anywhere? We've lost her again."

The manager chuckled, nodding his head to the corner of the room.

"Are you kiddin' me right now?" your mom deadpanned as you swiveled around in your chair with an awkward grin. "You'll do boring paperwork for Jonas, but ye' won't do your own schoolwork?"

You blinked. "Yeah. So?"

She facepalmed, eliciting laughter from the man behind her. "Jonas, why do you have another desk in here? Since when?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Since two years ago. She used to do her homework in here."

Your mom frowned. "What? Why can't ye' do it at home, Y/N?"

"Because Jonas and I talk while we work. It's fun," you responded.

"Mhm," he hummed in agreement. "It does make the paperwork less boring when you have someone to talk to."

"Ye' mean ye' have somebody else to make fun of the rest of us with?" your mom asked, already well aware of the answer she'd receive.

"Yup!" you nodded enthusiastically. "It's not our faults one of ye' slip and fall every trainin'."

"We really don't..."

"Hey, farsa?"

Jonas cocked his head to the side. "Yes, älskling?"

"Remember last week when it was rainin' and everybody had to run laps?"

"Yes, why?"

You smiled cheekily. "Do ye' remember when mum slipped and fell on her arse while she thought no one was lookin'?"

Your mom's jaw dropped as Jonas burst into laughter. "Ye' will not say anythin' to any of the girls, ye' hear, child?"

You raised your hands placatingly. "Of course, mum, don't ye' worry. Not leavin' this room, I understand."

"Good," she wagged her finger at you accusingly. "You better not-"

She was interrupted by both of your phones dinging with a text in the group chat. "Who- JONAS!"

The Swede bolted, sprinting into the hallway and away from the angry Scotswoman. "You didn't say anything about me!"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Leah poked her head out of the changing room. "Kim? You alright?"

It was then you and Jonas charged past her with matching, goofy grins.

Leah shrunk behind the door. "Never mind, stupid question."

"YEE' TWO DRIVE ME MAD!"

You snickered, calling over your shoulder. "We know!"

She stuck out her tongue. "Yer' adopted!"

You gasped, skidding to a halt. "Mum!"

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What the fuck happened to my plot

LMAO it's gone just like my father

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