screaming, and breaking tvs (closed)

[usurpers]

WHO: eren, prompto and noctis
WHERE: noctis’ and/or eren’s apartment!
WHEN: june 18th through july 15th
WHAT: three guys scream about kicking balls in russia
WARNINGS: n/a


“ＳＯ ． ． ．”
every day chosen to watch the morning games are fairly intense wherever these boys are— eren’s intense by nature, and throwing soccer into the mix does not make it like touching grass! germany aside, he roots for good games and possible adversaries, he critiques and has fun with one of the few things he generally allows himself to have fun with.

in the form of sudden yelling. there’s food to pick at or toss when a team makes or loses a goal, noise makers (not that you need those with eren, the megaphone), paint and flags to work with if someone’s feeling patriotic— there may or may not be dogs involved. the important thing is that they’re all having fun cheering for or against each other. may the craziest games happen in this one month post the returning champion’s crazy loss, that eren internally seethes for every day.

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croatia vs argentina (3-0)

[mercurio]

[prompto is not for any team; the usa didn't make it, but it doesn't deter him from enjoying the world cup. he's always been an avid fan of when this event comes around every four years. even the eurocup has him ensnared, wounded too tightly around the hype and the excitement of soccer.]

[mostly because he's a big fan of spain.]

[...but today? today he may have to say good bye to his red uniform shirt and switch to the croatian checkered black-and-blue jersey, because my goodness.]

[the first half was full of attempts to goal from both teams, and that in itself was exciting. argentina was really close! but the croatian defense really pulled the brakes on them. most first halves in this world cup have proven to leave their spectators and players alike frustrated, full of attempts to score but little actual commitment to certify a goal.]

Feels like every game ends this same way.

[fifteen minutes of downtime spent rolling with the dogs while the boys fix up drinks and snacks, prompto's the first one on the couch when the game resumes. eight minutes in, his jaw drops, eyes widen, as the speakers blare out GOAAAAAAAAAAL. rebić exploited the goalkeeper's mistake, launching croatia to the lead.]

[prompto's getting hype, as the croatian team just slams down on argentina. he's up on his feet and off the couch every time an attempt for goal comes along. nothing happens for most of the second half, until the 80th minute.]

The second one is coming!

[croatia is on the offense, and with a beautiful alignment, modrić scores. he's yelling alongside the commentator's excited description of the kick, jumping to his feet]

Oh man, Argentina's real frustrated now!

[there's ten minutes of game left plus over time. could something more really happen?!]

[usurpers]

[ this wasn’t one of eren’s preferred games, but every game was a game to look forward to. an avid follower of eurocup, he’ll watch just about anything that shakes up a net— this time, he sides with argentina, dawning a green-blue barcelona jersey that carries on its back messi’s number 10.

there was little to dislike about the man’s dribbling in spain, surrounded by the right players to make them seem like a super team. but, right now? right now the whole thing is just upsettingly disappointing on argentina’s end. not that this losing streak was truly any different from rio.

eren stays on the couch and occasionally jumps when croatia offers little mercy on their attack. their goals are worthy enough to earn two jolting screams from eren, the bowl of popcorn in his lap dangerously bouncing around with every move he makes to lean closer to the tv. ]

I call a third, [ he’s at the edge of the couch, the narration only escalating in tone as they fight for the ball. ] I call a third, they’re sleeping in field!

germany vs sweden (2-1)

[usurpers]

[ stationed at eren’s apartment is germany’s second game and the last game of the day. no warm ups needed, and the place is decked with simple decorations, including the dogs— titan (a german shepherd) and the newer rascal, kaiser (a pitbull boxer mix) have their germany bandanas on again while eren wears a flag-cape, has his cheeks streaked with paint and sports the team’s official jersey. hell yes is he patriotic. he wishes he could be there, so might as well send all his energy to russia, through strength of the mind. and screams.

the first half of the game has eren quiet and serious, unable to sit and either pacing constantly or standing on the couch instead of sitting on it. if he has something to yell, it’s out of frustration for missed kicks and the goal from sweden. he curses a ton, he scolds for them to get moving, to keep going— god he’s going to start losing his hair with how much he runs his hands through it. germany’s first goal earns a victory yell, alas, cut short by eren in favor of telling them to go for the second. oh, if only tvs could send your sound to the other side of the broadcast.

boateng gets his second yellow card after clattering into berg from behind, earning his a red and leaving the team short one player. eren is sweating bullets and huddled into is flag-cape as both teams go for their last substitutions, nearing the 90 minute mark. god.

he gonna die and he can’t stand still. ]

Numbers don’t mean anything, [ he paces to the left, ] they still have a few minutes with the +5— [ his dogs are trotting behind him. the human is suffering and they don’t know why :( ]