NBA Imagines

Blake Griffin

You sat in the crowded and rowdy arena clinging to edge of your seat. The game was intense, physical, and it seemed as if we were on the losing side. There was 18 seconds left and the Clippers were down 6 to the Golden State Warriors. You could already tell by the look of disgust on his face, that Blake was ready to fight. There was a timeout, and you could hear Docs deep and raspy voice calling out what he wanted the team to do from your seat on the opposite side of the floor. The team got ready to perform the next play, we had the ball and you knew from the setup that JJ would be shooting the three. Blake had described this play to you many times, it was relatively new and he wanted to perfect it many times at home. The ref blew his whistle, signaling that the play had begun. Blake and DJ set two down screens on JJ and Chris but only JJ would come up. He ran around caught the ball and shot, except Andre Iguodala fouled him. The shot rolled in, it was an and one three! The crowd cheered and JJ popped up and ran to the foul line. Expertly he shot the free throw and made the shot. The Warriors called a time out.

This time we were on D, Blake had his famous 'Blake face' on. The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the timeout, he stood next to Draymond Green on defense. It was no secret that the two didn't like each other, the long history of flagrant fouls, ejections, and technical fouls on each other could attest to that. The Warriors passed the ball in to Steph Curry, he thought he saw Draymond open, but Blake snatched the ball out of the air and stole it. You and the crowd lost it! He passed it to Chris and they ran down the court. The Clippers were down 2 with 10 seconds left. Chris called out the next play, but you were unsure as to what this one was. DJ came and set a screen on Steph and they assumed that DJ would catch the alley oop and dunk it down to tie the game up. But no he passed it to Blake who was all alone on the three point line. Draymond Green had ran down to DJ on help defense leaving Blake wide open.

5 seconds left on the clock and Blake shoots the ball. Before the ball leaves his hand, you jump out of you seat, the ball is traveling in the air and bounces off the side of the rim, hits the backboard, and drops into the basket. The arena is alive with cheers all directed towards your boyfriend. There are still 2.8 seconds left though and the Warriors have no timeouts left. Draymond quickly inbounds the ball to Klay Thompson who attempts a full court 3 which air balls. The Clippers win! The confetti drops from the ceiling and you cheer as the team runs over to hug Blake as he is the true hero of the game. The defeated Warriors leave the arena in haste, while you stay on the sidelines watching as your incredible boyfriend is swarmed with teammates and reporters. You look up to the scoreboard seeing him and his stats pop up on the screen. 'Blake Griffin: 47 Points 16 Rebounds 11 Assists 2 Steals 2 Blocks' The sideline reporter is asking him questions but you can't even hear over the excitement of the fans still in the arena. You laugh as you head back to the locker room.

You stand outside waiting for him to finish showering, getting dressed, and finish his post game interview. You see a few teammates leave out and hug them along with their girl friends and they leave out. DeAndre comes out last and says, "Blakes the only one in there, you can go in" he nods his head towards the door. "Thanks DJ, great game by the way" you say. "Thanks see you later!" You hug him and head inside the locker room. Blake is at his locker room, buttoning up his shirt. "Hey baby great game!" you say beaming up at him. He looks up smiling, "Thanks babe" he leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm proud of you for not feeding into Draymond" you saying rubbing down his arm. You slightly feel his muscles flex, you know how much he hates him. He doesn't reply. You rub his back trying to calm him down. "You ready to go?" He nods his head grabbing his bag with all of his things. You hold his hand as you head out to your car, he opens the passenger door for you letting you in. Blake throws his things in the backseat and gets into the drivers side and starts the car up. On the way home you guys don't talk much, you look over and Blake is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. You place one hand on his thigh catching his attention. "You okay?" you ask softly, unaware of how he will react. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired" he says. You nod rubbing his thigh. You feel him relax, he's not as tense as before. You decide that you will help him relax, so you casually move your hand over his crotch. He doesn't notice at first so you continue the movement. You feel him staring at you through the corner of his eyes, "What are you doing?" he mumbles in a deep voice, "I'm trying to drive" he adds. "Then drive" is all you say.