Hi, my lovelies. This is the next part of my Kiss Me series. I think it’s very cute. I wrote it back in January but it’s set over the Christmas break, just before the start of the 2nd half of the season. I hope you enjoy it.
Long Goodbye
Viv Miedema x Reader
Description: Viv needs to go back to Manchester
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“I hate this.” Your voice was muffled against Viv’s shirt. You were currently holding her hostage on the sofa, body fully draped over hers as you clung to her. Although she was a very willing hostage, her hand carding through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp.
“I know, lieverd.” Her voice was soft and gentle.
“Why did you have to chose Manchester?” You complained. It was a common theme in your whining. Yes, you had been so upset when she had told you about her transfer. Not at her, you could never be too upset with her.
It was just that Manchester was so far away. 232 km. 144 miles. 3 hours 6 minutes by train. 3 hrs 43 minutes by car - assuming traffic was ok. You had the routes memorised and the days tracked until you would be slamming the car door and driving to her.
Viv chuckled throatily, her chest rumbling beneath you. “You know why.” You could practically hear her eyes roll.
“But … it’s so far away,” you whined again.
“What? You’d want me to go to West Ham? Spurs? Palace? London City? Chelsea?”
“No,” you conceded after a long pause, voice grumpy.
“Exactly.” Viv sounded smug and you could picture her face - pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.
Silence settled over you like a welcomed blanket. You and Viv often spent you days in silence; neither one of you feeling the need to speak too much. You had known each other for years. Both 18 and freshly signed to Bayern Munich. You had learned how communicate through body language rather than words. Neither of you could speak German very well and she was useless at English and you couldn’t speak a lick of Dutch. But that had formed your foundation - growing to know each other through slight smiles and gentle touches.
You had signed for Arsenal the season before her. Long distance had been an adjustment but you managed. And you knew you would be able to do it now she was at Manchester too. You just hated leaving.
You weren’t too sure how long you lay like that, your head on her chest, counting the minutes in heartbeats.
“I should …” Viv started, her voice thick. “I need to …”
“I know.”
Neither one of you moved.
After a minute, you felt Viv’s hand brush over your cheekbone, her telltale sign she really did need to go now.
“You could come back, yaknow? I’m sure Reneé would love to resign you. I know the team would too and the fans would go crazy.” You were blinking back tears now as you sat up, straddling her hips.
“I think Andrée would think differently,” she laughed wetly.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek.
“Don’t cry, lieverd.” Viv bit her lip, clearly holding her own tears back too. “We play Bournemouth and London City soon. And you guys in February. So I’ll be staying with you all of those nights, and-”
You cut her off with a kiss.
It was soft at first, almost hesitant, like you were both afraid of breaking. Your hands came up to cradle her face, thumbs brushing just beneath her eyes where tears threatened. Viv’s hands slid from your waist to your back, holding you against her. She sighed into the kiss, a sound full of everything neither of you were saying.
When you pulled back, your foreheads stayed pressed together. You could feel her breath, steady but heavy, warming your lips.
“Promise me,” you murmured.
Viv didn’t ask what you meant. She never did when it mattered. “Anything. Always.”
You swallowed. “I think our title race is over. You guys are like too far ahead for us and unless you really fuck it we aren’t catching you so … you win the league. Take the title from Chelshit. Win it for me, yeah?”
Viv’s smile softened immediately, like she could hear the wobble underneath your bravado. “Hey,” she murmured, nudging your nose with hers. “We’re not doing sad and depressing, remember? This is us. We do annoying-long-distance-with-too-many-train-tickets.”
You huffed out a laugh despite yourself. “I hate train tickets.”
“I know. You keep them all in that one drawer like they’re evidence in a crime.”
“They are evidence,” you said seriously. “Of suffering.”
She laughed properly then, the sound warm and familiar, easing something tight in your chest. Her hands slid back to your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, absent-minded circles like she’d done a thousand times before.
“You’re going to come up,” she said easily. “You’ll complain about the rain, the cold, the lack of good coffee-”
“Hey.”
“-and then you’ll steal all my hoodies,” she continued, unbothered. “Again.”
“They look better on me.”
Viv hummed thoughtfully. “Debatable. But I allow it.”
You leaned back in just slightly, so your chests were touching again. “And you’ll come down,” you added. “You’ll complain about traffic, about how you’ve forgotten how loud London can be, and then you’ll pretend you don’t love it when we walk along the Thames.”
She smiled, fond and unmistakable. “I do love that.”
“See?”
She pressed a quick kiss to your lips, lighter this time, playful. “We’ll make it work. We always do.”
You nodded, finally letting yourself believe it. Your cheek dropped back against her collarbone, a comfortable weight. “You better FaceTime me every night.”
“Every night,” she agreed without hesitation. “Even if it’s just you watching me brush my teeth.”
“I’ll rate your technique.”
“I’m already flawless.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You’re unbearable.”
“And yet,” she said, leaning in to kiss you again, lingering just a bit longer, “you’re obsessed with me.”
Guilty.
Eventually - far too eventually - she readjusted herself, pulling both of your into a sitting position, fingers trailing reluctantly from down your spine.
At the door, she paused, turning back with that familiar look she got when she was about to say something important but didn’t want to make it heavy.
“Hey,” she said softly. “When it feels hard, remember this. Remember us like this.”
You stepped into her personal space again, wrapping your arms around her, squeezing tight. “I will. Always.”
She kissed your temple. “Good. Because I’m keeping you. Distance or not.”
“Same,” you said immediately. “You’re stuck with me.”
“Best news I’ve had all day.”
The door finally closed behind her, but the flat didn’t feel empty. Just quieter.
Your phone buzzed seconds later.
Forgot to say I love you.
You smiled to yourself, heart full and warm.
You don’t need to say it. I already know. Drive safe. And win the league.
