One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

5th (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Reader is a businesswoman who had been dating NBA superstar Luka Dončić for a few months. It was his team's game day against Utah Jazz, and you were in a hurry to make it to Dallas to watch the game, with an agitated Luka waiting for you.

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Luka took a careful grip on the ball as Maxi in-bounded after a two freethrow shot from the Jazz. It was four minutes into second quarter and his sweat was dripping like waterfall all over his body, as he walked in a normal pace through the long court, with his right hand dribbling the ball.

He looked over the empty seat in the front row, the one intended only for you. He was actually hoping you was already there, like what you promised him over the phone almost an hour ago before the game started. Yet you were still missing.

"Luka," Tim's voice took him out of his reverie as the man ran along side him, his arms outstretched to him, asking for the ball, "eyes on game, man. She'll be here soon."

Luka frowned a bit, and passed the ball to Tim Hardaway, Jr. in one swift. The man ran to the paint, with the circulation of players changing from one position to another, in hopes of making a shot. Tim passed the ball to Kristaps, who fired a shot from the three-point range, but missed it. The rebound was boxed-out by Jordan Clarkson, and everyone in both teams were running down over the next court.

Little does Luka know, as they were busy implementing defense to prevent the Jazz from gaining a two point play, you marched out from the Mavs' locker room and out to the entrance of the court. You were wearing a maroon plump dress, resting well below your kness and a pair of black strapped block heels.

The other players seating from the bench noticed you right away, and the first one who did were Boban and Dorian. You waved to them, and they waved back with big smiles on their faces. You finally made your way to the empty seat Luka had been watching minutes ago, and settled yourself, your eyes landing on his tall frame and huge figure, currently divulged in playing the game.

You have been going to a couple of his games and Luka had been posting pictures of you together on IG, the main reason why people already know who you were in the man's life.

The camera man diverted the camera to your direction, and in just a few seconds, your face was flashing on the jumbotron screen. You smiled, and just in time Luka looked up the screen and saw your smiling face. He grinned like crazy, his impatience after not seeing you for weeks vanished away.

He looked immediately at you and waved his hand. The camera changed to his direction, flashing him on the screen. You laughed at his sillyness, wanting to embrace him in your arms, and talk to him finally in person; not just through texts and calls.

After the Jazz gained a score courtesy of Mitchell, DeAndre in-bounded the ball and passed it to Maxi. Maxi in turn passed the ball to Luka, who was still looking at you with his eyes glimmering in evident joy.

Luka dribbled the ball once again with his right hand, while his left hand's index finger pointed at you and back to him. He was signalling you to keep your eyes on him, something you were already familiar to everytime you'd watch on game practices or just a random two-by-two play.

You raised both your brows, a twitch on your lips visible as you waited for whatever basketball stunt he was about to execute. He nodded his head once again, before sprinting to the next court. But to your surprise, Luka stopped half-court, his arms angled and knees bent to take a shot from such a long distance.

He was crazy. Not that he couldn't take a half-court shot, he even managed to shoot a ball with a swish from down the other court in a practice game. But this was not a practice game. His antics were always so crazy and silly as he is.

Luka threw the ball with such great force, his feet jumping off the ground. Your eyes, everybody's eyes inside the arena followed the ball as the shotclock ticked down to twelve seconds. The ball swirled mid-air, before it finally passed through the wide rim, making a swish-like sound as it hit the net before bouncing off the ground.

He shot the ball from half-court.

All the audience clapped their hands, including you. Some were twirling their white towels and standing from their seats, shouting his name. The sounds were drowning your ears off, with Luka; your dear, full of antics boyfriend threw both his hands in the air. There was a wide smile set on his face, his body fully titled to you.

"You're crazy," you mouthed to him, as your brow arched and eyes rolled heavenwards. Yet no matter how many antics he had up his sleeve, it always made you smile. Just like what you were doing at the moment. It was like your default response to whatever flexing he does.

Luka laughed and winked at you, before blowing a kiss your way.