Skipper's Kid

I'm Totally Fine

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"-I can't-" you coughed, smacking your fist to your chest as you wheezed. "I'm gonna-"

Mitch threw a paper bag at you. "Calm it down, gal. Yer' gonna be just fine.'

"I'm totally fine!" you practically yelled, knuckles white from gripping the bench so hard. "I've got it!"

"Y/N, just believe in yerself," Rachel advised, patting you on the back lightly as you hyperventilated into the bag. "You'll do great."

"Uh-huh," you inhaled, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn't screw up what was possibly the biggest moment of your life. "I will fuck- I will not fuck up."

In your moment of self-reassurance, you didn't notice Nicola getting up to open the changing room door.

"Okay, girls- what the hell happened to Y/N?" Pedro raised his eyebrows in concern as his eyes washed over your panic-stricken form. "Who broke the kid? We kind of need her today."

Rachel shook her head at the coach, silently telling him the problem.

"Ah, I see," he nodded. "Y/N, look at me."

You wordlessly tilted your head to the side, showing the Spaniard that you were listening.

"Do you think your mother will care about the outcome of this match?"

You nodded slightly.

He facepalmed. "No, Y/N. She won't. She loves you too much. Do you want me to search up all the YouTube and TikTok clips of her going crazy every time something good or bad happens to you during a game?"

You flushed. You loved your mom, but sometimes, she could be fucking bonkers. "No."

"Do you need me to find that online photo of her looking like she was going to burst with pride when she saw you in the Arsenal kit for the first time?"

"No," you mumbled. "I get it. Can we go now?"

Erin snickered. "No, no. Keep goin', this is entertainin'."

He smiled. "I'd love nothing more than to poke fun at Y/N all day, but we've got to get through the pre-game speech quickly and then head out. I don't know about you all, but I don't want to be late for a Euros qualifying match."

You exhaled loudly. "Just one second, please. I might throw up."

Nicola scooted away. "If yer' gonna throw up, don't do it next to me! Do it next to Erin."

The Midfielder flipped her off. "Fuck off."

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"Breathe, kid," Rachel murmured, reaching back to grasp your shaking hands. "You've got this."

You stared straight ahead, ignoring the fact that you were standing next to some of the world's greatest footballers. "Mhm."

Ah, fuck.

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"Kim, they're 'bout to kick off," Jen called, phone in hand. "Come on, sit down!"

"I'm right here," the Midfielder waved dismissively. "Calm-"

Kim froze, jaw dropping as her eyes stuck to the TV. "Wh-what?"

Jen grinned, keeping the camera focused on the shell-shocked Arsenal captain who currently seemed incapable of moving her legs. "So, what d'ye' think? Y/N looks good in navy blue, yeah?"