viv

wag in training

[pers1st]

welcome to… viv’s blog!

⋆·˚ ༘ * and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☆ viv(ien). nineteen. august leo. obsessed with woso, f1, taylor swift, the cranberries, kings of leon and fleetwood mac! i write angst sometimes.

☆ find my woso master list here!

☆ find my works in progress here!

⋆·˚ ༘ * just between us, did the love affair maim you too? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

© pers1st - all work is owned by me. pls do not copy, translate or interpret anything without asking!

[pers1st]

ur back!

i'm trying!! just finished my first semester of the new uni now trying to get back into writing :)

[pers1st]

welcome to… viv’s wips!

⋆·˚ ༘ * ‘cause in this city’s barren cold- ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⋆·˚ ༘ * i still remember the first fall of snow ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

meet the grahams - awfc

(daughter of a footballing legend, everyone knew your dad was strict, but it took the World Cup final for people to realize how serious the situation was)

no matter what - barca fem

(you had promised yourself you'd be a footballer no matter what, only a chronic pain condition you refused to show made it incredibly hard)

everywhere, everything - leah williamson

(pt 3 to let down)

sweeter than fiction - alexia putellas

(reader's reaction to alexia's comeback after her injury)

happy house - awfc

(an article reveals r's troubled past at her old club)

[pers1st]

updated my WIP list a little as I want to get back into writing! if any requests, now is the time :)

[pers1st]

she's got a way (she got away)

inspired by chappel roan's the subway!

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

summary: after the World Cup, your mind is set on leaving Spain - Alexia doesn't expect you to leave her too

It was clear, from the moment the Euros ended for the Spanish national team, that this situation would, at one point, escalate. You had been sure of it, despite the fact that all throughout the tournament, you hadn't been able to focus on anything but your girlfriend's recovery. Her knee was in pain, and so was her heart, and you were in England, unable to help due to the strict rules Jorge had set up.

Along with Irene, Mapi and Jenni, you were one of the most experienced, as well as one of the most vocal players. Your manager was slowly losing the team - it was evident that no one would really listen to a thing he said anymore, and he needed you to keep them in check. At least that was your theory as to why he appeared in your room almost every night, asking you the most absurd questions, and calming his mind with the thought of you keeping his back.

You didn't, though. It was merely the worry clouding your head that had you unable to speak your critiques, as you had done before. Jorge didn't need to know the reason, though - you were quiet, that was all he needed for now.

Alexia welcomed you back to Barcelona with open arms, though she noticed the bags under your eyes and the residue of salt on your cheeks. It was hard to miss - the fact that you were completely and utterly done. You were done.

You wouldn't go back to the Spanish National team. Not like this, and not without Alexia.

Your girlfriend was your biggest rock, and despite the fact that she was undergoing her own struggle, or perhaps that was the exact reason why, the two of you leaned onto each other more than ever. Set under pressure by the RFEF, the only way for you to escape was to lean your head on your lovers shoulders and close your eyes. Alexia didn't need to hear. She knew what was going on, without you ever speaking it out loud, and just before the World Cup, she started fighting hard for the federation to make up for their mistakes, and finally give their players a bit of fucking attention.

Still, she had to beg you. Had to beg you to come back, promising she wouldn't leave your side, promising things would be different, better. And they were, for a little bit.

The moment you allowed yourself to believe that your voices had been heard was a fleeting one. The referee blew her whistle, the English players fell to the ground in disappointment, and Alexia sprinted towards you full charge.

A moment later, when you were lifted into the air, and touched in places that left your skin burning, it was gone again. That little faith, the tiny bit of hope. It was gone. And a part of you was, too.

You had your medal. You had your picture with the trophy, you had a week of alcohol.

But still, the World Cup was tainted, and the horrifying response by not only the Spanish federation but also the Spanish press, and people, they made everything else unimportant.

You had been holding off on extending your contract. You had told the club you weren't sure yet-

You had been sure. Before the World Cup, the whole discussions and meetings had been merely a strategy to have a little more compensation for the work you did - it had been your agent's idea, but you had agreed either way.

Now, you weren't sure.

Spain felt different, in a way. You didn't believe that the country wanted you anymore, partly because you had been very vocal about what had happened, partly because the RFEF had told you so. Despite Rubiales' resign, they wanted an apology, a public one, for the comments and statements you had published. Otherwise, they didn't want you anymore.

That fateful email slipped further down with every new email you received, and by the time you told Alexia about their threats, the transfer window was almost closed.

It was rainy, that night. It never really rained in Spain that often, especially not in September. Your girlfriend had hoped the two of you could sit on your balcony and enjoy a glass of wine, for once. But it rained and you sat on the couch and before Alexia could place her drink on the sofa, something within you broke.

You didn't want to leave - you wanted Spain, wanted Barcelona, wanted Alexia.

Tears fell from your eyes so quickly Alexia didn't know what to do, almost spilling her beverage all over the couch in order to get to you.

"Amor, what's wrong?", she asked, over and over again, until all she could do was wrap her arms around you and hold your shaking frame until you calmed down enough to say something. Anything. She really just wanted to hear your voice.

"I think I have to leave", you breathed, finally, just when Alexia had believed you to be asleep.

Silence remained in your shared apartment.

And it seemed even more present when your last things had been moved to Manchester, and you were gone for good.

Your voice still sounded through the hallways, usually as the of two of you cooked dinner, separated by the ocean and phones on the counter, loud speaker enabled. You had vowed to each other to speak regularly, FaceTime if possible, and make visits as often as possible.

Alexia couldn't get used to it, though. It was quiet.

However, the changing room was louder than ever. With every week that you played in the color blue, the girls had something new to talk about. Alexia couldn't participate, because as much as she wanted to, it only reminded her that another week without a phone call had passed. You had said you were tired, yesterday, and you had said so the day before as well.

Moving was big. Especially if it was to another country. Alexia believed that you were tired, she really did.

"She scored another, on Sunday. Did you see?", Mapi pointed around the room animatedly, laughing along as Pina enacted the way you had put your entire force behind the shot, almost falling over her own legs as Cata leapt to the side, pretending to miss a shot.

"It was so good! She is shining!"

Unsatisfied with the acting performance of her own team, Alexia decided she needed to see for herself. Barcelona was playing this Friday, and since your game was on a Sunday, she would have enough time to fly over to Manchester with Jana and watch you and Jill in person.

It was a surprise, and she could see in your eyes as you gazed through the family section, that you genuinely were surprised. Leia was standing next to you, arm across your shoulder, finding her own friends in the crowd shortly before warm up would begin.

You radiated, waving to Leia's parents, shortly before your eyes caught those of your lover. Though you hadn't seen them in a while, you recognized them instantly, and your smile dropped for a split second, before it grew even wider. Waving your hands through the air, the stadium seemed smaller, all of a sudden. Alexia felt a rush of warmth throughout her body. Then, you turned around, focussing back on the task ahead, the way you always could.

Alexia could see it, then. You were happier than you had been for a while. She knew the weight that had pulled you down over the past year, and despite the fact that she was genuinely relieved to see you get on so well, it also inflicted a pang of something else.

Was it jealousy? Was it fear?

Jealousy that Manchester gave you something Alexia never could?

Fear that you would come to the same conclusion?

Alexia couldn't tell, but she could tell, as the stadium roared with each of the goals you scored, that you were happy. Jumping into the air to celebrate a goal you merely would've smiled for in Barcelona, all of your teammates crowding you happily, tapping your head and laughing along as you jogged back into position - you were different.

You had changed, silently, right in front of Alexia's eyes. She knew it was for the better.

A brief talk after the game followed, an excited kiss over the barrier, an apology as you rushed to the changing room to get changed, promising to meet her in the lounge after.

Then came the reassurance.

No, it's fine, I don't have to go for drinks with the others.

No, really, I want to have a nice evening with you before you have to leave again.

Of course I want to know how things are in Spain.

The word left your lips as though it sliced your tongue in the process, and despite the fact that you watched Alexia's brow furrow for the split of a second, the both of you never mentioned it again. The conversation dulled out, and despite the fact that Alexia was going to meet Jana at the airport hours later, she slowly began gathering her things.

You didn't stop her.

You brought her to the airport, and she promised Jana was on her way already. You wouldn't need to wait with her.

The previous goodbye had been different. There had been tears cascading down the both of your faces, whereas this time, there was merely a little glimmer of wet in Alexia's lashes.

There had been promises and plans, when you had left Barcelona. Plans to visit, promises to call, to make this work.

Now, you didn't even know when you would come back to Spain. If you would come back to Spain.

Your Catalan was rusty already, a hint of an accent coming through, that shocked Alexia at first.

She knew it was for the better, though. You weren't sad to watch Alexia leave, and Alexia would learn to live with that. It took two hours until Jana came. By the time the two walked towards their gate, Alexia's tears had dried. By the time the plane touched down in Barcelona, your lover had made up her mind to call you later. By the time she got to training later, she could only answer Mapi's question -

How is she doing?

With a wet "She got away."

Mapi didn't even question her best friend's answer, didn't furrow her brows at the prospect of her two best friends' breaking up, she merely offered a bitter smile.

Good for her, Mapi thought, too scared to voice her words out loud for the fear of hurting Alexia. Unbeknownst to her, your ex girlfriend thought the same exact thing.

[pers1st]

long time no see (again LMAO) I'm posting an Alexia fic, likely tonight!!

[pers1st]

i’ve been on hiatus sort of but if you guys have any requests/ideas/prompts for me feel free to stop them!! i wanna get back into things <33

[pers1st]

i have not been active on here much for a number of reasons, but I have been working on a criminal minds fic over on wattpad so if anyone here is interested, follow me on wp!! theprxphecy :)

[mysunshinetemptress-deactivated]

do you talk to anyone while your doing your fics? I always wonder if writers have other writers or people they go to to talk fics with

I have jet lag so I can answer asks this late for once.

I do every now and again @grapefruit-personified normally knows somethings that are going to be coming up in the Lil McCabe universe cause I always get an honest answer if it’s good or bad if I doubt my writing.

I’m currently talking to one of my friends on here about a couple of fics that’s I’ve been working on and the plans I have for them.

@pers1st has helped me before to with stories I’ve been stuck on how to expand and with their experience it really helps I mean u just have to read the incredible stories they’ve written

It helps a lot especially when I’m nervous about how my work is going to be received like if it’s good enough.

[pers1st]

🥹🥹 your stories are incredible

[pers1st]

hope u get to update breathe soon ITS SO. GOOD PLS😭💔rereading like its my job

thank you so so much 😭 i just had surgery yesterday so i’m a bit in a flunk writing wise, but i’ll definitely update it soon !! 🫶🏻

[pers1st]

ur leah fic on wattpad is actually too good its ridiculous

THANK YOU SO MUCH !! i really dislike the first chapters but all shall be rewritten once it’s finished

[pers1st]

my leah fic on wattpad has reached 90K reads yay!! if you haven’t checked it out yet, feel free to read it

[girlgenius1111]

was just driving to get coffee and drove by the park and there were people doing hobby …horsing?? hobby horseback riding?? where they gallop around with one of those stuffed horse heads on a stick?

like so.

anyway i actually had to pull over because one of them fell and i was laughing so hard i almost crashed the car

[pers1st]

the hobby horsing virus has reached the states, i see… it’s all i see on my tiktok fyp from germany😭

[pers1st]

this a hard launch??

[pers1st]

Wait I never knew it was, does it say it on your blog cause I just assumed it wasn't cause I haven't seen it or maybe I'm just that blind

i dont think i’ve put it anywhere but tbh as i don’t write smut, i don’t “enforce” it all that much, i just feel most comfortable with minors not interacting :) hope that makes sense

[pers1st]

Is your blog 18+

yes

[pers1st]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ viv’s masterlist

charles leclerc

• the alchemy

[pers1st]

coming soon 🤭

[pers1st]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ viv’s masterlist

charles leclerc

• the alchemy