One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

4th (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Yep. He's my crush. If anyone of you here don't know who this amazing guy is, he is a Slovenian professional NBA player.

•2018 Top 3 overall draft pick,
•point guard for the Dallas Mavericks and the
•2018-2019 season NBA Rookie of the Year.
Yep, that's my Luka (tho he already has a gf idc) ❤

>You're an artist who have been dating Luka for quite a while now. You two share a home in Dallas, it was just another mundane day for you both. Not until you decided to draw him as he watched the tv.

(y/h/i/f) your height in feet

WARNINGS: NONE

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Luka ran his fingers through his blond hair, the other grasping the throw pillow resting well on his lap. You watched him as you lay down on your back on the sofa, your left foot stuck between the soft cushion and his back molding on it, your right on his lap under the pillow he just held. His eyes were heavily trained straight to the TV, not giving a care about everything around him.

Maybe you should cook. Or bake, whatever. You knew Luka won't budge from that sofa and you'll be stuck watching another basketball documentary that is on Spanish.

You took your time and studied his side profile instead. Starting from his hair, down to his forehead, drawing imaginary lines and tracing his nose to the curve of his lips. You imagined brushing colors on his face, giving him more light and brightness. He was just so engulfed to his own current world that he didn't notice you scrambling from under the small table infront of you guys for your drawing tablet and stylus pen. You always kept it nearby so you'll have easy access when you'd have an inspiration.

And this time, it was him. It wasn't like it was your first time making him the subject of your art, for he always had been. And Luka would never fail to be thrilled whenever you'd show him yet another potrait of him. But this one was different.

You began to draw lines as a skeletal framework of your sketch, to have better angles of his face. You filled those lines in with shading, applying feather-light strokes to create a definite figure out of those lines. You would casually glance up to Luka whose eyes were still glued on TV, then back down to your tablet.

You didn't noticed that it was almost two hours when you were finally near finished with you digital painting of him, when your eyes met his green ones. He was looking at you with deeply pinched brows, a small cheeky smile on his lips.

"What is that?" He spoke with his usual deep-accented voice, a little chuckle coming out of him.

Your eyes opened wide. You immediately hugged your tablet to your chest, protecting it. You didn't want him to see it yet. At least not until you finished it.

Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze and glanced to the TV. "Nothing. Just...usual lines and whatnot."

Both his eyebrows raised. It was clear enough indication that he did not buy it. "What is that?" He spoke again, this time a wide smile creeping up to his lips.

Luka then crawled to you, his body weight shifting in a second to your side. He was tall, extremely tall compared to your (y/h/i/f/) figure. He was laying on next to you, his right arm moving under your head to pull you closer to him.

"It's just a usual sketch, Luka. Don't fret."

His brow arched upwards. "But you were always looking at me. I may be watching TV but I can see you along the sides."

You chuckled, always amused of him. "Really, it's nothing."

He rallied to stare at you, before flipping the tablet up from your hands in a matter of a split second. The next thing you knew, the tablet was already in his hands and you groaning in protest.

Luka looked at you with a dramatic sad look on his face, grasping the tablet to keep you from taking it from him. "So I'm nothing to you now?"

You pouted, taking the tablet off him easily this time. "No, you're not. It's just that I'm not yet done. And I wanted to show you after I finished the final shading and all."

He shrugged, a smug smile on his face. He always loved it whenever he knew you were making art pieces of him from time to time. "That's okay."

With the remote in his left hand, he switched the TV off and put it back down on the small table before turning his attention back to you. "You can finish it now. I'll watch."

You chuckled softly over his actions. "You're crazy."

He shrugged once again, his nose buried on the crown of your head. "Okay, I'll take that. I'm crazy."