Skipper's Kid

No. Way.

Imma be real with yall I have no fucking clue how the Euros qualifier works so we gonna act like it's the same format as the World Cup
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TW: Some self-doubt towards the end-ish

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"Y/N, you've got everythin', right?" Your mom asked for the 400th time that morning. "Everythin's all packed and in your luggage, right?"

You rolled your eyes fondly. "Yes, mum. I've got it all. Can I go now?"

"Be safe, okay?" She kissed you on the forehead, cupping your face in her hands. "Call me if ye' need anythin'. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love ye', kiddo."

"Love ye' too, mum."

You waved over your shoulder before shutting the front door.

"Hurry up, you slowpoke," Alessia smirked, window rolled down and arm draped over the side of her car.  "I gotta drop you off and then head up to our hotel."

"It's not my fault my Mum's a worry wart," you responded with a grin. "She just can't help herself."

"Nah, she loves you too much," the Striker agreed. "Now go and put something on, I don't want your voice being the only thing I hear."

"Hey!"

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"Good luck, Y/N! We'll be watching!" Alessia smiled, waving before stepping on the gas and leaving you to ponder your current situation.

You turned slowly, awkwardly grinning at the entirety of the Scottish women who were staring at you in utter shock.

"Ah, there she is!" your new national team coach smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder and steering you to the front of the group. "Well, you all already know who this is."

"No. Way." Erin looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Are ye' bein' serious?"

"Yeah," you shifted slightly. "Hi."

"Wow," Rachel smiled at you, pulling you into a warm hug. "Welcome to the Scotland Women's National Team, kiddo. You've earned it."

The captain's words snapped Lisa out of her stupor, resulting in her tackling you to the floor.

"Kid! Ye' made it!" the West Ham player shook you by the shoulders excitedly. "Look at ye', all grown up! Yer' mum must be so proud!"

You laughed. "She doesn't know yet."

Mitch pressed a rough but affectionate noogie to your head before offering her hand to pull you up. "That's gonna be a hell of a surprise, kiddo. I'm pretty sure our first match is against Spain."

"Oh, joy," you grumbled. "I'm so lookin' forward to breakin' mah wrists on mah first cap."

Pedro laughed. "You'll be fine, Y/N. Now, let's get a move on girls. I have to give you all room assignments and then we have to go over everything about the qualifiers after."

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"Welcome, girls," Pedro clapped his hands together, effectively drawing everyone's attention. "So, first things first. I'm sure you've already met her before, but, Y/N, would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Hi, my name is Y/N Little, I'm 15, and I'm a Goalkeeper," you said, smiling to those that you already knew. "I look forward to representing our country."

"Very nice," Pedro stated. "She will be our starting Keeper for the qualifiers, and possibly the actual Euros if Lee and Sandy are still unavailable. Moving on..."

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"Ye' okay, kiddo?" your roommate's voice interrupted your whirlwind of thoughts. "Yer' weirdly quiet tonight."

"Yeah, just tired," you responded, rubbing your eyes. "I think I'm gonna call it a night."

Erin looked doubtful. "If ye' say so. Goodnight."

"G'night."

She turned off the TV, but remained awake whilst scrolling through something on her phone. You ignored her, though, and closed your eyes while facing the other way.

What if you screwed up?

What if you cost your team their spot in the tournament?

What if you disappointed your country?

What if you disappointed your teammates?

What if... you disappointed your mom?

These were the terrors that ran through your mind, tumbling around as if they were thrown into a washing machine. And although all of them were equally daunting, one always floated to the top.

What if you disappointed your mom?

She'd worked so hard to get to where she was. Former co-captain of the Scotland Women's National Team. Primary captain of Arsenal Women FC. FA WSL Cup Winner. Champion's League Winner. And, what she always claimed was the most important: your mother.

She'd gone through so much trouble raising you, never once giving up despite the many hardships that she was faced with, all the while keeping a positive mental attitude and never losing sight of what mattered to her the most.

What if you tarnished all that?

What if you went onto the pitch and failed so miserably that—

"Hey, kiddo," the bed dipped as Erin climbed in beside you, arms wrapping around you comfortingly. "What's goin' on in that brain of yers'?"

"Nothin'. As usual," you attempted to deflect the question with a joke. "I'd ask ye' the same, but we both know it's just as empty as mine."

The older Scot ignored your comment, having known you long enough to be wise of your tricks. "I can hear ye' thinkin' from over there. Come on, ye' know ye' can tell me anythin'."

You swallowed as you scoured your brain for the right words. "I just—Mum's done a lot for me, y'know? I just want to— to make her proud. I don't want her to think all this effort parentin' me was for nothin'."

"No‐o, Y/N, don't say that," Erin brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. "Kim would never think that. Yer' gonna go out there, yer' gonna do amazin', and yer' mum is gonna be so proud. Even more than she already is. Alright?"

You didn't respond right away, causing the Chelsea player to frown. "Ye' trust me, right?"

"Yes." You responded instantly.

"Then take my word for it," Erin pulled you closer. "Sleep now, kiddo. You've got quite a big day ahead of ye'. I love ye'."

"I love ye' too, Ez."

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Augh I love Erin sm. And like half of the SWNT but like anyways (I do not want to hear any "tRuSt mE, wE knOw"'s in the comments) augh Erin

Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading!