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lovren-la-vida-luka · 6 years ago

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Movie Night

In which Domagoj Vida invites his WC18 teammates over for a movie night reunion. If you think it will go smoothly, you don’t know Domo.

Word count: 1831 Warnings: Alchohol, a few swear words, mention of recent retirements. Pairing: This is more about friendship, but there are hints of Mario/Domo and Modren (Dejan/Luka)

“Thank you all for coming over!” grinned Domagoj Vida, hugging each of his teammates one by one.

“Are you kidding?” chuckled Šime. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world! A team reunion movie night, what a genius idea.”

Domo laughed. “See, I am clever sometimes,” he winked, before gesturing to the seats in an unspoken invitation for his guests to make themselves comfortable. As they did so he made his way to the kitchen and came back with two crates of beer, then some popcorn, before sitting down himself.

He sat next to Mario, who had saved a seat for him on on a sofa positioned directly behind Luka, Dejan and Šime who had positioned themselves on beanbags in a row on the floor. Domagoj grinned as he realised how advantageous his position would be should he want to pour beer on their heads for tradition’s sake, but he decided against it and simply ruffled Luka’s hair as he pressed play on the remote control.

“I don’t know why you insist on horror movies, Domo,” groaned Suba from an armchair in the corner as the opening credits rolled. Domo responded only with a mischievous grin, and Suba rolled his eyes before getting up and turning the light off. “If we’re gonna watch it, we may as well do it properly,” he reasoned as he flopped back into his seat.

For a while, they chatted comfortably, mainly about memories from Russia. The drunken celebrations, the songs, the pranks. But as the movie progressed, the chatter faded to silence. The only sound was the haunting rendition of an old nursery rhyme coming from the television – and Raketa rummaging obnoxiously loudly in a bag of Doritos, which earned him a glare from Mario – as the unfortunate character on the screen headed unknowingly to her certain demise.

Domo, unbothered by such things, kept his eyes on the screen but occupied himself by flicking increasingly large pieces of popcorn into the back of Luka’s hair. Four stuck to his golden locks, but in his growing confidence he threw the next just a little too hard. It bounced off Luka’s head, and at the exact moment the masked assailant leapt from the darkness to claim the poor woman’s life, it hit Dejan in the cheek.

Nothing could have prepared Domo for Dejan’s reaction. With a long, piercing screech at least five octaves higher than his normal speaking voice, Dejan sprang to his feet clutching his face. His scream startled Luka, who also scrambled to his feet in fright, looking around to see what happened, only to find Domo in hysterics.

“Dejo, what the hell?!” Vida wheezed, and the fear faded from Dejan’s face as he realised what had happened.

“Daj, budalo. You scared me, man,” he shrugged casually, settling himself back down. Luka sat down again too, albeit more gingerly than Dejan in his confusion as to what just happened, and rested his head on Dejan’s shoulder. Domo smiled warmly as Dejan put an arm around Luka’s shoulders, but felt the smile turn to a smirk as he noticed at least one piece of popcorn still lodged in Luka’s hair.

“Do you guys ever calm down?” sighed a voice from the other side of the room. Domo, still giggling, looked up, straight into the eyes of Vedran Čorluka.

“Sorry, Čarli,” grinned Domo. “Although you should know better than anyone that nobody here is normal.”

Vedran rolled his eyes, but a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lip.

Suddenly, an idea struck Domo. It was meant for Luka, but he already got scared by Dejo… “Hey, Čarli?” he said innocently. “I don’t want to keep climbing over the three amigos here, and you’re closer – there are a few bottles of rakija in the fridge, would you go and get them?”

Čarli nodded and ambled towards the kitchen. Domo waited eagerly, a hand over his mouth to stifle any giggles. “Oh, God,” grumbled Mario from next to him. “What have you done this ti-“

He was interrupted by a yell of “A U KURAC” from the kitchen, and a shriek of laughter from Domo.

“DOMAGOJ VIDA, YOU’RE A DEAD MAN” hollered Čarli. Raketa jumped up from his seat and ran through to the kitchen to inspect Domo’s handiwork.

There was a yelp from Ivan, and a reassuring “it’s fake, brate, he got us again” from Vedran before they both appeared in the living room doorway again.

“Seriously, Domo? A fake snake?” cried Raketa. “You know how much I hate snakes!”

“It’s not my fault you ran through! It was actually meant to scare Luka, but then I remembered Čarli said he was scared of snakes too and I couldn’t resist,” shrugged Domo, and Luka spun around to face him.

“Meant to scare me?! That’s nice.” His sarcasm was accompanied by a pouted lip, and Dejan backed up the sentiment with a punch to Domo’s leg.

Čarli walked back into the kitchen, and after hurling the snake into the living room in Domo’s general direction (although the whine from Sime suggested he misjudged) retrieved the bottles of rakija from the fridge.

For a while, they settled down. They drank their rakija and watched the movie, thankful for the fact it was a mediocre horror instead of something with a complex plot because the latter would have been impossible to catch up with after missing so much.

All was quiet until Perišić got up and headed towards the bathroom. Mario buried his head in his hands as Domo stood up on the sofa and jumped straight over Dejan’s head, landing on the floor in the middle of the room before tiptoeing up the stairs towards the bathroom door.

“I hope Ivan knocks the clown down the stairs,” he groaned.

“You know you don’t,” said Sime calmly without turning around. “You’d kill him if he did. You love Domo really.”

Before Mandzo could think of a cutting reply, they heard the bathroom door open, and within seconds, an exaggerated chicken noise so loud that Luka wondered for a second if Domo had some kind of megaphone.

Perišić swore loudly in fright before stomping back down the stairs, followed by a cackling Domo.

“Domo, for fuck’s sake,” laughed Dejan as the blond man crashed back through the door, hitting the wall head first in his hysterical state. “You invited us over to watch a movie and we’ve seen about ten minutes of it!”

Luka chuckled softly and looked up at Dejan. “It’s Domo, did you really expect anything else?”

Dejan looked back at Luka, deep into his hazel eyes. “I wasn’t thinking about it, if I’m honest. All I knew was I wanted to see you again.”

The tension between them was broken like an elastic band snapping by a loud gagging noise and snorts of laughter. Brozo, sitting on the floor across from them, was pretending to throw up into a bowl of popcorn, much to the amusement of Kova and Piva. “Get a room, you two,” he crowed, and Dejo shook his head with a sigh.

“I just meant I wanted to catch up with the captain, you idiots,” he said. It was dismissive, even derisive in tone, and Luka laughed in response, praying that neither Dejan nor Brozo would realise how fake it was.

If no one else noticed, Domagoj did. “Come on guys,” he said calmly, surprising everyone including himself. “Dejo is right. Let’s just watch the rest of the movie, okay?”

All eyes turned back to the screen, apart from Dejan, who seemed more content watching Luka watching the movie, and Domo, until he realised the absurdity of watching Dejan watching Luka watching the movie and looked back to the screen himself.

He became so engrossed in the events on screen that he didn’t notice Brozo, Kova and Piva slowly creeping behind the sofa, making shushing motions at Mario who simply shook his head and rolled his eyes. Mateo could have sworn he heard a “no good” under his breath.

Domo’s eyes were glued to the screen, waiting for something to happen. The screen was dark, and that creepy music was back. Any minute now, something would jump from the shadows and-

“POLUDIIIII!”

The three men jumped up, appearing behind Domo.

Vida volleyed his bowl of popcorn into the air and jumped up, tripping over Dejan and landing in a pile of said popcorn in front of him.

“You got me,” he chuckled as he scooped handfuls of popcorn off the carpet. Then a realisation hit him.

“Hey, Lovren!” he said accusingly. “You just about hit the roof because a bit of popcorn touched you earlier, and that didn’t scare you?! You were in on this!”

Dejan simply winked in reply, and Domo’s eyes scanned the room. “Hold up…”

He narrowed his eyes, looking around at his teammates amused faces. “You were all in on this, weren’t you?!”

Suba laughed out loud. “Yup,” he confirmed. “While you were busy scaring the shit out of Perišić, we decided to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Nothing to do with me,” grouched Mario, while Vedran loudly and proudly took credit for the idea.

Domo frowned for a second, then started laughing along with his friends. The movie played on in the background, a stark contrast to the laughter in the room, an unnoticed backdrop to the alcohol fuelled mayhem, until Luka pointed out that the end credits were rolling.

Luka untangled himself from Dejan’s arms and jumped up to hug Domo. “Thank you for tonight, brate,” he said sincerely. “Even if you did plan to scare me with that damn snake.”

“Yeah, even though you scared me half to death with it,” contributed Čarli, while Perišić whinged at no one in particular about chickens and how that was really fucking loud, bro.

However, all of them were smiling, and none could deny that they’d had a good time.

“Was this the plan the whole time? Causing chaos?” chuckled Dejan, slapping Domo on the back.

“Of course!” exclaimed Domagoj proudly, and everyone turned to look at him.

“Think about it,” he smiled back at them. “No one has mentioned... you know... the retirements... all night. No one was sad. No one fought or anything – it was just like being back in Russia. Like, without Zlatko, and the whole World Cup thing. But you know what I mean. It was like nothing had changed… for tonight, we were all Vatreni again.”

Mario stepped forward and engulfed Domo in a bear hug. “We always will be, dragi,” he said, kissing Domo’s head softly.

“Now look what you’ve done, Vida, you’ve brought out Tender Mario,” chuckled Suba, before hugging Domo from the other side.

The three were swiftly tackled to the floor by Šime, and it wasn’t long before everyone else had joined the pile.

As the team lay on the floor, laughing and singing, they all knew Domo was right. It felt like nothing had changed. And it felt like home.

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Special thanks to @pinessa whose post about wanting to draw them having a movie night inspired this, and @domo-no-domo-yes who inspired the chaotic Domo element - and the others’ revenge - with her comments!

#fanfic #croatia nt #domagoj vida #mario mandžukić #dejan lovren #sime vrsaljko #luka modrić #marcelo brozovic #mateo kovačić #ivan rakitic #ivan perišić #josip pivaric #vedran čorluka #danijel subašić

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worldcupofhotness · 6 years ago

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Meet the Team: CROATIA!

Now that squads have been announced, we can look more closely into the hotness of the individual teams. I mean, that’s what we’re here for, right? For each team, I’ll talk a bit about the squad, then highlight ten hotties (trying to be attentive to many types of hotness), doing my best to split them evenly amongst the field.

Today: CROATIA!

Croatia is everyone’s favorite dark horse candidate...and with names on the team roster like Modric, Rakitic, Kovacic, Mandzukic, and Perisic, it’s not hard to see why. However, while the starting 11 has a ton of talent and experience, the bench is a little young. Will this provide much needed energy or will the lack of experience rear its head?

(considering what happened Thursday, clearly whatever they’re doing is working)

Team Nickname: Vatreni (The Blazers) Fan Chant: Hrvatska! (clap clap clap) Hrvatska! (clap clap clap)