Skipper's Kid

Did You Forget?

"Hey, kiddo," Leah smiled as you strolled through the front door. "What did Erik want?"

"He wanted Katie and I for a video," you shrugged, slipping off your shoes. "Y'know, the regular."

"Alright, well, hope you had fun."

You bounded up the stairs, pulling out your phone once you were in your room. "Hey, mum?"

"Hey, kiddo," she greeted, pulling on an Arsenal hoodie. "What's up?"

"Nothin' much, just filmed a video with Katie for the YouTube channel," you responded. "How are ye'?"

"I'm alright, just tired," the Midfielder stated. "Katie just called, actually. Is she sick? She looked a wee bit pale."

You held back a smirk. "Nah, I don't think so. By the way, what day do ye' come back?"

"Friday, why?" The captain raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, mum. I've got to go, I'll call ye' later before bed?"

"Okay, kiddo. I love ye'."

"Love ye' too, bye."

You slouched onto the bed, carelessly discarding your phone onto the floor. Skydiving had taken a lot out of you.

"Y/N, start packing for tomo-" Leah stopped mid-sentence as she took in your sleeping form, a fond smile on her face as she quickly snapped a picture. "This is so going in the groupchat."

The Defender moved you into a more comfortable position, placing a blanket on top of you. She and Steph always were your extra set of (responsible) parents.

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"Jonas!" You grinned, jumping on to your step-in father's (aka the irresponsible extra parent's) back. "What we doin' today?"

"Hey, älskling," he chuckled. "We're doing laps, some rondos, and an easy scrimmage today. Just some light training. We want to make sure everybody's in perfect shape for our match against Chelsea."

You blinked, sliding off his back. "We have a game against Chel-sea?"

"Yes," he looked at you strangely. "Did you forget? It's in three days? On Saturday?"

"No," you said meekly. "I-I knew that."

You swiftly turned, jogging into the changing room and sitting down at your cubby while ignoring the various greeting sent your way.

A fixture against Chelsea meant facing your old teammates. Sam and Millie hadn't seemed too happy when you told them you were leaving. And the fans. They were going to tear you to pieces.

"Hey, Steph?" You called, so uncharacteristically soft that the Aussie did a double take. "Where's the game against Chelsea?"

The Defender looked concerned. "At the Emirates, why?"

You merely shook your head, elbows resting on your knees. The only good thing about this was that you'd be at Arsenal's home stadium, so the fans were more likely to be cheering for you rather than against you.

Otherwise, you were kinda fucked.

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"I'm worried about her," Leah murmured, hands resting on her hips as she watched you dive a second too late. "I don't think she should play on Saturday. It might not be good for her."

"Manu and Sabs are busy," Lia sighed. "It has to be her. And don't tell anyone else, but Y/N's the best Keeper we've got. Besides, not everyone at Chelsea hates her."

Jen frowned as you threw up your hands in annoyance. "She's going to play. She'll insist on it. But we've got to try and protect her as much as possible. Don't let anyone other than Erin wearing the color blue too close to the kid, and shut down any fan ye' see givin' her hate."

Steph nodded. "I'll text Sam and see if she'll help out."

The group cringed as you slammed your bare fist into the goalpost.

"I'll go get her," the Australian international said, briskly walking over. "I think she needs a break."

"Stpeh, move," you growled, eyes locked onto the ball that the assistant coach was currently refusing to kick. "If ye' get hit, it's not my fault."

She ignored you, gently tugging off your gloves and pulling you to the sidelines. "I think it's time we get you home, Little Junior. Why don't we get your hand bandaged and then we'll go get you a Happy Meal?"

You scowled. "Fine."

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"Hi, Dean," you mumbled sullenly to Steph's fiancé, forcing your eyes to meet his in a half-hearted attempt at a greeting. "Thank ye' for havin' me."

He exchanged a look with Steph. "Hey, kid. How are you doing?"

"Alright," you lied, readjusting the bag on your shoulder. "I'll be in the guest room if either of ye' need me."

"Is she okay?" Dean asked as soon as you slipped into your room. "She seems... off."

Steph shook her head. "She's worried about our match against Chelsea."

Realization flashed in Dean's eyes. "If I were her, I'd be nervous too. Can we do anything?"

Steph kissed the Keeper on the cheek. "That's sweet of you, but no, I don't think so. Best I can do is text Sam and ask her to try to keep the fans under control, but it'll be difficult. She'll have to face the music one way or another."

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What's wrong with me smh I've been planning this for months

Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!