communication (lionesses x OC, alessia russo x OC) - series masterlist
this one has been stewing since before the wwc, and i'm finally finding the motivation to put all these strings of plot and feelings into a cohesive piece of work. it's not the best, but it's been comforting to write. i hope you enjoy!
series warnings and themes: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, talks of abuse, depression, homophobia, i'll add more as they come. i will also do my best to add more specific tags and warnings on each chapter as required.
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this story follows a character named sim (short for simran - pronounced sim-rin).
blurb from chapter one below:
sim sighed, mustering up any remaining courage she could.
"go on," the soft voice of the team's head coach urged, nudging her gently. tightening her grip on the knob of her crutch, sim pushed the door open and took a few tentative steps into the locker room. she let out the breath she was holding, realizing that none of them had yet noticed her presence.
sim took a moment to absorb the sight in front of her. the lionesses, in all their glory, having a laugh as one millie bright held a training shirt out of the reaches of ella toone, a smirk on her face as the younger (and shorter) footballer jumped up and down.
"hey, girls," sarina called out to the room, gathering the attention of group. a hush fell over the group as they turned toward the locker room entrance. "we've found someone to fill the position of social media manager. this is sim," the woman said, motioning for sim to step forward.
taking in a deep breath, she waved shyly, letting out a soft "hi" in greeting. the weight of the team's gaze rested heavy on the young girl, speculative eyes analyzing her figure. though sim wasn't going to actually play on the team, she was aware that her role as the social media manager meant she'd be spending quite a bit of time with these girls, following them around training and travelling with them to matches and camps. she desperately wanted to be liked by them, if not for her own personal sense of validation, then at least for the fact that it would make her job much easier.
ella toone was the first one to speak. "what's with the crutch?" the question was quickly followed by a sharp squeak, as millie elbowed the girl in her side, the rest of the girls letting out an exasperated sigh at the invasive question.
sim's lips quirked up in a smile, the worry in her chest easing a bit. this will be a riot, she thought to herself.
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chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
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