One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

24th (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Reader is in a fight with long-time beau, Luka. (I love fights. lol)

WARNINGS: angst

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You forced a small smile to Mark, the Head Coach of Mavs, the team your boyfriend Luka had been playing for. You brushed through the strands of your hair away from your face, skin still cold from the freezing air outside of the hotel. Minutes ago, you were in such a hurry to catch a cab after being stuck at the airport for half an hour, and running to catch up on your boyfriend's playing team before they check in on their own suites.

"He's still upset," he sighed, handing you the spare keycard to Luka's room, and you took it, "hasn't talked to anyone pre, on, and off the flight. Hope you guys talk it out."

You pursed your lips together in a thin line, heart pumping against your ribs. It sent a dull ache, with each beat; the possible look on his face, and the conversation you both had two days ago.

You opened your mouth to muster a reply to Mark, but you ended up sighing in frustration, "Thanks."

Turning your back from him, you walked toward the room number printed on the card. As soon as you reached to the door, you let out another heavy sigh. Your knuckles touched the surface of the wooden door for a couple of times, not bothering for an answer from him, you inserted the keycard and the door opened ajar right before you.

Your legs walked in on its own accord, with your eyes scheming over the room until it landed on Luka's tall figure. His back was facing you, as he was busy arranging some of his stuff on the couch. You wanted to call his name out, but you were too afraid for yet another confrontation that's about to happen between you two.

Luka kept rummaging through his bag, and as he was about to grab something from the adjacent couch, he paused. His head slowly angled towards your direction. There was an unmistakable and evident frustration showing on his face, making you heave a deep breath as you marched straight to him.

You thought he would yell at you, or ask you what were you doing in there after you had a fight over the phone a couple of days ago. Yet he didn't. Luka chose to ignore you, turning his head back and focusing on his stuff.

You held back a sob, coupled with tears threatening to break loose from your eyes. He had always been sweet to you, and everytime you had a fight you always missed it just like now.

"Luka..." you whispered, sitting on the edge of the couch, "I'm sorry. Please, talk to me."

Luka scoffed under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear it. You waited for him to respond, to at least say something even if those words were going to hurt you, but it didn't came. He kept quiet, blatantly ignoring your presence; which was even more painful.

"I know how much it means to you," you sighed, careful in choosing your words this time, "and it means a lot to me, too. I want to be with you as well; to be under the same roof, not saying goodbye to each other but just good nights, building a home, and taking care of the dogs. I know it's hard. Our situation, we're thousands of miles apart, and we barely get to each other on time whenever we need...us. But I'm trying."

Luka's green orbs darted to you, his gaze sharp and piercing through yours. "I never said you weren't. But you could at least give a little more effort."

Your shoulders slumped, "I am. I am putting effort into our relationship. But I am a different person, Luka. I have a job, which does not allow me to travel from time to time. And even if it's stressful at times, I love it. I have-"

"So was that the reason why you ignored my calls for how many days, and turned down my idea of visiting you last week?"

"I just don't want you to be stressed," you answered, inching closer, "you have a game to go to, I don't want you getting tired because of me-"

"But I wanna be tired because of you!" He blurted out, standing straight, "If you're the reason why I'm stressed, or tired, it's fine. We're in a relationship, and relationships are always hard and tiring, but I love you, I wanna work it with you, that's why it's fine,"

"I do understand that worry, and I appreciate it. But what you don't understand is I am giving you an option to move in with me to Dallas not because I don't trust you and that you'll eventually cheat on me, or I wanna steal you away from your job," Luka sighed, massaging his right temple, "I see a future in you. I want to take care of you. But I don't know...whatever you're saying does not coincide with your actions."

"What?" You were taken a back from his last statement, making your head pull back, "That's not true. I want what you want, Luka. And I am trying for this relationship just to keep it going just as much as you are. I told you, I'm sorry if I did those things. I have been busy, and I was thinking you were, too-"

"I had never been too busy not to call or leave you a text," he said, cutting you off, "you could've done the same thing."

Of course, why didn't you?

Luka moved away from you and walked toward the suite's master bedroom. You stood from the couch and faced him once again, "Then I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I can't always reciprocate your efforts. I'm sorry I'm always busy. I'm sorry for those missed calls and turning you down. Luka, babe, I'm sorry."

Luka stopped walking, his body tilting towards you, "How about you really tell me how you feel about this?"

"About what?"

"Us," he said, his eyes hard and cold, "our relationship. I don't know, but...it's always like this. Always 'I'm busy', or 'I'll call you later', then 'I'm sorry'. It's like a cycle we can't break."

"I love you," your voice was breaking, together with your heart, "sometimes I feel caged. I don't know..."

"I am not caging you," Luka took a couple of steps nearer, "And I don't want to. It's just...I have no idea just how much we'd have to go on like this just for us to keep going."

"We've been together for three years," you sobbed, unable to stop your tears from falling, "I can't. I don't want to lose you..."

"But if you want me to go," your tears fell down your cheeks, as you stared right through the man you loved for the last years of your life, "I will. Do you...want me to go?"

Luka stared back at you. His gaze already soft, which made him look unguarded and vulnerable before you. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, before he took a deep ragged breath, and shook his head.

He bridged the gap between you two, his long legs striding closer. Luka sat down the couch, and pulled both your arms to him softly. What he did made you cry, your sobs were hard and louder this time- the thought of losing him after that reoccuring argument haunted you.

You felt his large hands snake around your torso. He leaned his face on your chest, and you reached up to brush through his blond hair.

"No, I don't want you to," you heard him sob against you. "It was just an option. I don't want you to think I have been controlling your life-"

"Okay," you sighed. You have finally made up your mind after nights of thinking about it. "I'll take it."

"Take what?" Luka pivoted his head up to look at you.

"That option," you smiled, still brushing the strands of his hair, "I have thought about it. Long enough, actually. I will move in with you."

He distanced himself a bit in surprise, a wide smile forming on his face, "Really?"

He pulled you into a hug while he was sitting down, so you would be vertically leveled, at least, to him.

You nodded, your decision finally sealed inside your mind. "Yes."

"You won't regret it," he said, kissing your forehead, "I promise. I will take care of you, and make you happy."

"With you...I already am." You said, right before kissing his lips.

Author's note: Okay that didn't end well, didn't it?