One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

13th (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Reader is finishing academic obligations at home and is called by boyfriend, Luka, to join him eat take outs.

WARNINGS: noneee

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You slumped your shoulders down as you looked at the contents of the fridge. There wasn't much for you to cook, and the thoughts of your university requirements like your essays and papers, even your upcoming exams were drowning you. You just didn't want to do anything for now except finish all your projects.

You closed the fridge and headed out of the kitchen, only to see Luka laying on the couch and busy on his phone, a loud music blasting off from the speakers near the TV. And it was a Spanish pop song. Luka loved Spanish stuff, he played for Madrid before making it to NBA, and even fished his high school diploma there. No doubt why he'd always been so immersed into it.

"Luka," you called out, "what do you wanna eat?"

Luka looked at you for a second then went back to his phone. He shrugged, "Anything that's in there. You gonna cook?"

You blew an air through your mouth before walking up to him. "I don't know. I still have stuff to finish. Take outs?"

"I'm fine with take outs," he shrugged again, "only if you're not gonna cook."

You placed a small kiss on his forehead before walking again to your room to finish your uni requirements and to study. You waved your hand vaguely to the air, with Luka's eyes trailing your movements.

"Nah, forget it," you chuckled, "I'm just gonna cook. I'll be down by 10 later."

Luka stared at you as you climbed up the stairs and disappear in sight. He knew you were busy, and you had been busy for the last few days.

-MOMENTS LATER-

There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of it opening, along with the loud music from the living room pouring in with Luka's head peaking through the ajar door. He was smiling at you before he walked fully inside. You noticed something, and it was the fact that he was chewing food in his mouth. Your brows furrowed, oh no did he cook?

Holding a phone in his other hand, the other stretched out to you, "Let's eat."

Your eyes widened, "Did you cook?"

Luka laughed at you, waving his hand dismissively, "Don't be silly. I didn't. But I ordered some take outs."

You opened your mouth to say something, but it ended to be just a sigh. "I was just kidding about the take outs. Told you I was gonna cook."

"Well," he sighed, walking closer to you and mouth already empty, "as much as I love your cooking, you're busy with school. And if you were kidding, I am not. So let's go, before the fries get cold."

A surprised smile formed on your lips, "Fries? You got fries?"

Luka held your hand, pulling you up your feet then dragged you outside of the room. He tugged you closer to him, his arm placed over your shoulder. "Yeah, and mac and cheese, too, and pizza."

You laughed, clapping your hands together, "Thank you baby. You're the best."

"You're welcome." He said, giving you a wink before both of you headed downstairs.