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I Love You Like a Love Song (Rakidric) Chapter 1

A/N: this is not gonna be as long-running as There’s No Way I’m Falling, unless you want me to. This is in the same universe, but you don’t have to read one to understand the other. (However you will get to know some characters more...) also, this chapter is kinda boring but it’s like the introduction.

Warnings: Heartbreak, The 3 guys who did the thing...

Chapter 1

Being back in Barcelona was such a different experience to Ivan, he had been with the Croatian guys all summer more or less and now he was suddenly alone. He had all his buddies in Barca too but, none of them was Luka, or Lovre or Mario, or any of the guys. He looked back at all the photos he took, from the wardrobe, the buses, the planes, the hotels. The last was the most important, the hotels. He got to share a room with his best friend, Luka, and he had had the time of his life.

“My girlfriend is moving to Liverpool” Sergi whined as he entered the dressing room. Ivan had thought to himself numerous times that the relationship couldn’t have been going a good way since Sergi had told him that she started to refer to him “as a brother to her”. but he decided not to say anything as to protect the younger man’s feelings.

“Are we talking about the same girlfriend who calls you her brother’s childhood friend?” Pique shot in and they could all see Sergi’s head falling, as he probably understood that their relationship was doomed to fail.

The Croat had even felt like she was the female version of Sime Vrsaljko when he had met her, but right there and then he couldn’t remember neither her face nor her name. “seriously Sergi, you should have a long talk with her, but honestly I don’t think you have a future” he had never been this straightforward with anyone, like ever. Ivan was used to being shy of conflict, well outside of the pitch that was. However, now his friend needed a visit by the cold hard truth.

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He had never seen someone crying that hard before. “Sergi, she literally still calls you every.single.day and now she asked you for advice about work” Ivan tried to comfort him, at the same time as he was texting with his friend Dejan about… Sergi’s ex. He felt so horrible for pushing her on Dejan, but at the same time they would be a perfect match and he needed someone to make him forget about Anita.

“I just… miss her” Sergi stammered as he was putting on a sweater after their hard work out. Ivan really wanted to understand how he felt, but he had never felt that kind of connection with anyone. He had literally never had a relationship that got that serious, he had never been heartbroken. Everyone kept telling him that it was just because he hadn’t found the girl of his dreams yet, but he had a feeling that would never happen. Not one single girl had ever made him feel the way everyone keeps telling him it’s supposed to feel.

“Sergi, breathe… it’s not the end of the world” wow that was a little harsh.

“Ivan you don’t get it! I feel dead on the inside!” he knew it would be rude, but he was so sick of all this lovesickness that his friend was spewing out all over the room, so he just left the dressing room and went to his house.

If the training grounds had felt lonely, that was nothing compared to his house. Most his friends had kids, or wives or at least girlfriends, he had a dog. Obviously, Lucia was the best thing that had ever happened in his life, but at the same time she was ‘just a dog’. To him however, she was the most perfect creature in the entire world. With long hair and she was so small and he loved her so so much.

The boys loved making fun of him for being a ‘Crazy dog owner”, who brushed his dog’s hair and dressed her in dresses and just made her the cutest version of herself. It was easier to get away with styling her than to be too stylish himself, he thought, so why not treat his princess?

There was only one person in his life who would beg to get pictures of Lucia, every day. Luka Modric lived for seeing the cute little Yorkshire terrier, wishing he would ever be so brave as to get one of those beautiful creatures. He had thought about it once, but when he had mentioned it his father had just asked him if he was gay and since he was sure he wasn’t, no doggo for Luka.

Seeing the pictures of Ivan’s dog, however, made him feel like at least he got to see one of them up close. It was something almost therapeutic with waking up to fifteen snaps of Ivan cuddling with her every morning, at the same time, he hoped he could be there with them.

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Luka had also had a hard time adapting to life after the World Cup, Spain just wasn’t good enough after he had spent all that time with the guys in the national team. Of course, he still got updates from them every day, still he wished he could be spending more time with them… face to face.

It didn’t help anything that his childhood friend, Suba, had decided to retire from the team, or when Mario and Vedran had done the same. But at least he still had Ivan, the best friend a guy could ask for. The long nights in the hotel room, discussing strategies for upcoming matches or falling asleep holding around each other because they had cried from the unbearable stress. He missed the connection the two of them undoubtedly had.

Something about Ivan just made him relax. Maybe it was the way he could always calm him down after a bad dream or match, or maybe because he was calm and collected when everyone else went batshit crazy after a win. Whatever it was, it felt safe, Ivan felt safe.

He remembered those classicos where he had seen his best friend look like he was about to murder him, and he was pretty sure if anyone was to be that scary on the field, it would be Raketa. He had never realized why people focused so much on Mandzo being ruthless, had they ever seen Ivan. That was passion, it was drive, putting everything in himself out there on the pitch for his team or country.

Protected. That’s how he felt whenever Ivan was near him while playing. Be it el classico or playing together for Croatia, he knew the younger man would take a bullet for him, as he also would for Ivan. Everyone kept making jokes about them being like a married couple, but as much as he didn’t like being called homosexual, he didn’t mind being called Ivan’s hubby.

“Goodnight Lukita” Gareth bid him, making him realize that he was still sitting in his boxers in the dressing room. One quick glance confirmed his hypothesis, it was just him and Gareth.

“Goodnight… see you tomorrow” he said with a smile as he looked more at the phone than his friend. Twelve snaps, from Ivan, this would be a good night. Watching the dog and her owner, dreaming off about how it would be if he one day could be able to have a dog like that.

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sanikercuquisergio · 5 months

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give it up to sergio ramos and luka modrić — the scoring husbands — for singlehandedly holding up my sanity. modramos fr returning to their prime, sevilla winning 0-3 against granada, luka scoring at santiago bernabeu against villarreal. . . god is real. god is great. god is looking down upon us. god continues to bless this couple and i couldn't be more thankful. god bless, now bring luka modrić to sevilla fc please heavens i beg.

special thanks and welcome to quique sánchez flores, the new sevilla manager.

and finally, not me writing this as if anyone would care, but fr it makes me so happy to see them score and be excited. seeing them happy makes me happy, and my only tinge of sadness is that how i wish both sergio and lukita got to celebrate their goals together again. i would do anything to have that back, delusional as it is to hope for luka signing with sevilla.

literally revived my soul fr 🙏

modramos my beloved come back to me 🥹😭💗

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