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the same person ─── luka dončić⁷⁷ (crash out couple)
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⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | valentine's day w/ ur fav crashout's!
⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | some banter, bad cook luka, other than it's just fluff!
You wake up to the smell of something burning.
Not exactly the most romantic start to Valentine’s Day, but at this point, you know exactly what’s happening.
Luka’s in the kitchen.
Which means your kitchen is currently a war zone.
You sigh, stretching out against the warm sheets before dragging yourself up. The bedroom door is already cracked open, and you can hear him moving around—heavy footsteps, cabinet doors swinging open, the occasional muttered curse in Slovenian.
You step out, barefoot, tugging on Luka’s sweatshirt from last night, and immediately stop at the sight in front of you.
Luka stands in front of the stove, concentrated as hell, with a spatula in hand and an extremely questionable pancake situation unfolding on the skillet.
The first thing you notice? The heart-shaped pancake mold he’s trying so hard to use.
The second thing? The already burnt attempts sitting on a plate to the side.
You bite back a laugh, leaning against the counter, watching as he very delicately tries to flip the batter.
“How’s it going, chef?” you tease.
Luka jumps, nearly drops the spatula, and then whips around to see you standing there. He looks—guilty, like he got caught doing something illegal, and then a little sheepish as he glances back at his pancake disaster.
“I wanted to make you breakfast,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face.
You grin, stepping closer, peeking over his shoulder. “And instead, you made… this.”
“Hey.” He shoots you a look, reaching behind to pinch your hip. “I tried.”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. “I love that you tried.”
He exhales, dropping the spatula, and turns in your arms, wrapping you up in a hug. “I was gonna bring it to you in bed.”
You hum, grinning against his chest. “And if I took one bite, you’d have to carry me to the hospital.”
Luka groans, nudging his face into your neck. “You are so annoying.”
“But you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
The thing about Luka is that he’s not really an over-the-top, grand-gesture type of guy.
He’s more quiet in his affection. More about being there, making sure you have what you need, showing up in all the little ways that make it so easy to love him.
But Valentine’s Day? He tries.
And this year?
This year, he planned.
You don’t even realize what’s happening until you’re already in the car, sitting in the passenger seat while Luka drives you out toward the coast, one hand resting on your thigh, the other gripping the wheel.
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” you ask, glancing at him.
He just smirks, shaking his head. “Nope.”
You squint. “So you do have something planned?”
“I always have something planned.”
You snort. “That is such a lie.”
Luka laughs, squeezing your leg. “Just wait.”
You should have known he’d pull some shit like this.
Because an hour later, you’re sitting on a private beach, tucked away under a sunshade, waves rolling lazily in front of you, a whole setup in place—blankets, pillows, a small table with your favorite food, and Luka sitting beside you, looking very pleased with himself.
“You really did this?” you ask, still in awe.
Luka, leaning back on his hands, grins. “I did this.”
You shake your head, biting your lip to stop the stupid smile from spreading across your face. “Wow. My man’s a romantic now.”
“I always have been,” he says, nudging you with his knee.
You raise a brow. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah.” He smirks, reaching out, brushing his fingers along your jaw. “Why do you think I got you in the first place?”
You roll your eyes, but your face is warm—because he’s right.
Luka pulls you in, settling you between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as you both sit there, watching the waves, just existing in the moment.
It’s peaceful. Warm. Easy.
And with Luka? It always is.
By the time dinner rolls around, you and Luka have fully settled into your usual back-and-forth rhythm—the kind of banter that could make people at the next table think y’all have been married for decades.
“Are you seriously still talking about the pancakes?” Luka groans, shaking his head as he cuts into his steak.
“Yes, because you tried to poison me this morning,” you say, pointing at him with your fork.
“It was one burnt pancake—”
“It was all of them, Luka.”
He exhales through his nose, taking a sip of his wine like he needs the strength to deal with you. “You’re so dramatic.”
“You set off the smoke detector.”
“You’re welcome,” he deadpans.
You blink. “For what?”
“For making sure it works.”
You stare at him. “You are so lucky you’re cute.”
He smirks, reaching over to steal a piece of your food off your plate. “I know.”
You slap his hand away, but it’s too late. Luka grins, popping it into his mouth and leaning back in his chair, looking very smug.
“You literally have your own meal,” you say, exasperated.
“Yours tastes better.”
You glare. “Because you stole it.”
He just shrugs, sipping his wine again like the menace he is.
Your teammates—who were definitely listening in—are dying at this whole conversation, especially when Luka, with zero shame, tries to steal another bite.
“Oh my god,” you groan, holding your plate away from him.
“I just wanna try it,” he says.
“You already did.”
“But—”
“You have your own food.”
“But—”
“Luka.”
Sabrina chokes on her drink, trying so hard not to laugh at you two literally bickering like an old married couple.
Luka, though? He’s so entertained.
He leans in, propping his chin on his hand, watching you with that boyish, shit-eating grin that he knows drives you insane. “You like arguing with me, don’t you?”
You huff, shaking your head. “I’d like to get through a meal without having to defend my plate.”
He laughs, full and unbothered. “Too bad.”
You roll your eyes, about to say something else, when you notice him subtly reach for something in his pocket.
Then—he places a small, velvet box in front of you.
Your breath hitches.
“…Luka?”
His grin softens. “Open it.”
You glance at him, then at the box, then back at him—before carefully picking it up and flipping it open.
Inside?
A diamond necklace with your jersey number in delicate, sparkling detail.
You gasp, eyes going wide. “Luka—”
He tilts his head, watching you closely, waiting for your reaction.
You stare at the necklace, your heart doing something stupid in your chest, and then you press your lips together, exhaling sharply through your nose.
Because you can’t believe this.
Because—
You reach into your own bag and pull out a matching box.
Luka blinks. “Wait—”
You slide it across the table.
He picks it up, already shaking his head. “No way.”
“Open it.”
He does.
Inside?
The same exact necklace—except with his jersey number.
A beat of silence.
Then—
You both burst into laughter.
“Are you serious?” Luka wheezes, holding the box like he can’t believe it.
You shake your head, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. “We’re literally morphing into the same person.”
Luka leans forward, shaking his head with a huge smile. “This is actually insane.”
“You are insane.”
“You are,” he shoots back.
You just laugh, reaching over to grab his face with both hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. He hums against your mouth, smiling, hands sliding around your waist to tug you closer.
When you pull back, Luka’s still grinning, eyes soft as he looks at you.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
You run your thumb over his cheek, still holding his face. “Yeah, I know.”
He laughs, shaking his head before kissing you again.
And honestly?
This might just be the best Valentine’s Day yet.
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February 1st 2025 best hockey tweet(s) of the day
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Hey Canucks fans remember when I said I promised you’d stop being the main character on here yesterday? Well I lied I’m sorry, I’m only human 😭
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#nba#basketblr#basketball#i know not alot of girlies care about sports but this is the equivalent of an atomic bomb#luka doncic
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luka dončić, the biggest babygirl in the league right now.
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Jan 25, 2025
#please come back#please please please please please please please#luka doncic#dallas mavericks#mine#nbasource#nbaedit
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go home motherfucker, you can't fucking guard me (05.24.24)
#luka dončić#luka doncic#dallas mavericks#nbaedit#sportsedit#basketballedit#nba playoffs 2024#rudy gobert#minnesota timberwolves#my gifs#basketball stuff#flashing gifs#listen this was so fucking funny#at least the mavs got me last night ;_;#euro on euro crime lol#and just as a little disclaimer: caption is just my best estimate of what he says not guaranteed to be accurate
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he doesn't do it for everyone but...😮💨
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actually wake up,
#im so sorry this had me giggling.....#lak lb#la kings#los angeles kings#la lakers#Luka Dončić#luka doncic#quinton byfield#darcy kuemper
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Lakers @ Clippers | Feb 4, 2025
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never gets old ─── luka dončić⁷⁷
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⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fluffy as hell, literally that's it
The apartment smells like pancakes.
It’s the first thing you register when you blink awake, eyes still hazy with sleep, the soft weight of Luka’s arm slung lazily around your waist. The second thing you register is the sound—low music playing from the speakers, something easy and old-school, mixed in with the occasional clatter of dishes from the kitchen. And then there’s the warmth, the way Luka’s body practically molds to yours, his breath steady and slow against your shoulder.
Valentine’s Day.
You smile before you even fully open your eyes because you already know exactly how today will go. Because it always goes the same way.
No grand surprises, no over-the-top displays, just the two of you in this home you built together, moving through the day like second nature. Luka, who wakes up before you on mornings like this just to make breakfast (even though he’s an objectively terrible cook, but it’s the effort that counts). You, who will pretend not to notice the flour dusted on his sweatpants when he inevitably burns the first batch and has to start over. The way he’ll kiss your forehead when you shuffle into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and act like he’s been cooking for years—like there isn’t a half-disguised takeout bag sitting in the trash from his backup plan.
The best part? It never gets old.
The first time Luka tried to do Valentine’s Day the way he thought he was supposed to—the big, flashy, dramatic way—it had been a disaster.
Not because he didn’t try. If anything, he tried too hard.
It was back in the early days of your relationship, when the world had just started paying attention to him, and by extension, to you. Luka was still getting used to the constant eyes, the cameras flashing whenever you so much as held hands in public. Back then, he was convinced that he needed to prove something—not just as a boyfriend, but as Luka Dončić, rising NBA superstar, man of grand gestures. So he did what anyone with too much money and too much influence at their disposal would do: he went all out.
A private rooftop dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in Dallas, complete with a string quartet playing love songs in the background. A designer dress he had custom-ordered weeks in advance, along with the matching jewelry set that made you blink at the price tag in disbelief. Rose petals scattered everywhere—on the table, on the floor, even in the damn elevator up to the rooftop. And, of course, the final touch: a professional photographer hired to capture every single moment of the night, so perfectly curated that it barely felt real.
It should have been a dream. It should have been perfect.
It wasn’t.
Luka was nervous the entire night, checking in with the waitstaff every few minutes, his knee bouncing under the table. You spent half the dinner making small talk with the photographer, who was taking pictures of you at every possible angle, until eventually, you both looked at each other and realized—this wasn’t you. This wasn’t your relationship.
By the time dessert came, you could tell Luka was exhausted. He was trying so hard to impress you, but the thing was… he never needed to.
So you leaned across the table, rested your hand over his, and with the same quiet certainty that had always been there between you, you told him, This isn’t us.
And that was it. That was the moment things shifted.
Instead of finishing the dessert, you both left the restaurant, ditching the whole thing in favor of picking up burgers and fries from the nearest drive-thru. Luka had laughed—one of those real, unguarded laughs, the kind that made his whole face light up—and you knew then that this was what Valentine’s Day should be. Just the two of you, doing something easy, something simple, something that felt like home.
So that’s what you did every year after that.
No more extravagant plans. No more performances for the cameras. Just warmth and routine, the kind of love that settled into your bones and stayed there. A day that belonged to you, and only you.
Which is why, now, as you roll over in bed and hear Luka humming softly in the kitchen, the smell of slightly burnt pancakes filling the apartment, you can’t help but smile.
Because this?
This is perfect.
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The pancakes are slightly overcooked.
Not burnt, exactly, but just enough that the edges are crispier than they should be, a little too golden-brown. Luka doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he’s just pretending not to—because he’s already drenching his stack in syrup, more than any normal person should ever use. You watch as he drowns the plate, then tilts his head at you like he’s waiting for judgment.
“You gonna say something?” he asks, chewing as he gestures at you with his fork.
You pick up your own, cutting into the pancake and taking a bite, chewing slowly just to mess with him. It’s not bad. A little dry, but nothing a good amount of butter and syrup can’t fix.
“I mean,” you hum, swallowing, “it’s not exactly a five-star meal, but I will say it’s an improvement from last year.”
Luka scoffs, shaking his head. “Nah, last year’s were better.”
“Luka, you set the fire alarm off last year.”
“I was testing it.”
You roll your eyes, but your laugh slips out before you can stop it. This is how it always is—easy, warm, the kind of comfort that settles into your bones. The TV plays softly in the background, some random show neither of you are paying attention to, and the morning light spills through the windows, painting the apartment in soft gold.
And then you see it.
A small, perfectly wrapped box sitting on the table next to Luka’s plate.
You narrow your eyes. “Luka.”
He doesn’t look up, just keeps eating like he doesn’t hear you.
“Luka,” you say again, this time more pointed. “What is that?”
Finally, he leans back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and gives you that look. The one that’s all boyish charm, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “A gift.”
You sigh, but you’re smiling. “We said no big gifts.”
“I didn’t say it was big,” he says, shoving another bite into his mouth.
“You do this every year—”
“And you love it every year.”
You can’t even argue with that, so you just shake your head as you reach for the box, fingers tracing the smooth edges before carefully peeling back the paper. Inside, nestled in soft velvet, is a delicate gold bracelet—thin and dainty, the kind of piece that looks effortless but still means something. It’s simple, but there’s something intricate about the way the links are woven together, like they’re unbreakable. Like they’re made to last.
You blink, touched in a way you don’t quite have words for. “Luka.”
“You were talking about it the other week,” he says, watching your reaction carefully. “Figured I’d beat you to it.”
You remember, vaguely, mentioning something similar offhandedly—something about how you liked the way it looked, how it wasn’t too flashy but still had weight to it. You hadn’t even realized he’d been listening that closely.
You swallow past the warmth climbing up your throat. “You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah,” Luka grins, leaning forward on his elbows, eyes crinkling at the corners, “but I like spoiling you.”
You shake your head, fighting a smile as you slip the bracelet onto your wrist. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stuck with me.”
He’s not wrong.
So instead of arguing, you reach across the table and take his hand, fingers slotting easily between his. “Good thing I don’t mind.”
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#them....#absolutely just me fucking around#luka doncic#luka dončić#kyrie irving#klay thompson#dallas mavericks#edit
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luka & kyrie hugging each other after advancing to the western conference finals ☆ may 19th, 2024
#luka doncic#kyrie irving#man... that series was so special...#AND THIS HUG!#THE HANDS! THE SIZE DIFFERENCE!#i love my dad & my sweet diva <3#dallas mavericks#nbaedit#nbasource#mavs#7711#adri edits
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Luka is officially a Laker. First game likely this Saturday
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haha hey girl, what's- *trips and falls*
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whoops i dropped my- *trips and falls again*
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ough fuck no they're - *stands up and immediately loses balance, tripping and falling for a third time*
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oh no, girl, girl i dropped my- *on all fours trying to pick them up but they just keep falling out of my hands*
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Look at Luka his ass doesn't care if there's a fight he just wanna talk to his nemesis, Devin
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#they are so complicated#but it's interesting#luka dončić#luka doncic#dallas mavericks#devin booker#phoenix suns#basketball#smiling and shiii
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