One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

32nd (LUKA DONČIĆ)

>Reader is watching an NBA game with a friend. You were seating peacefully, enjoying the game, when mid-game, Luka came crashing down between your legs.

(y/f/n)- your friend's name

WARNINGS: mild cursing

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"Since I already went here with you, you have go to my little brother's birthday party," you said in a loud voice through the noisy crowd to (y/f/n), your eyebrow raised, "just so we're even, aight?"

"There's gotta be that cake you promised me, though," she shrugged, a smug smirk on her face, "this is front row, at least you owe me that."

And truth it was, you were seated in the front row of the court baseline. She immediately booked two tickets for you guys to watch the Dallas Mavericks versus Los Angeles Lakers game, as she was an avid fan of basketball sport, most especially LeBron James. You weren't exactly a fan, but you have watched several games under (y/f/n)'s influence.

"Fine, fine," you waved her off, focusing on the game while taking a sip on the smoothie, "whatever."

The game started right after the warm-ups and a couple of interviews by the court-side reporters to a few players. In between games, your friend would casually fill you in with information about the LA players, and to show support for her interests (because that's how great a friend you are), you would also ask her some questions, to which she would also love to answer.

"Who's that," you asked, pointing to another LA Laker with a number zero jersey, "the one with a curly hair? He's cute, huh."

"That's Kyle Kuzma, summer league championship MVP. He's good, too. But sometimes his games are affected by his own emotions."

"He looks young, though." you commented, looking intently at the man.

"Because he is," your friend replied, observing your face, "but you know who else is young and a really good player?"

You diverted your eyes to her, anticipating her next words. "Who is?"

"See that man in the number 77 jersey?" (y/f/n) bobbed her head toward the player she referred to, and you noticed that he was the other team's player, "he's a damn good player, almost always averages 40 points per game, triple-doubles, all around shooter, you name it. Even a bad shooting release, he still gets two or three point plays. He's young, too. Younger than Kuzma."

"He's a Dallas player," you nodded, quite amazed, "what's his name?"

She shrugged, "Luka Dončić. Slovenian."

You chuckled, your shoulders jolted up, "The NBA's slowly becoming a Euro league, huh."

Your friend laughed along you, before you both focused watching the game. You watched as LeBron dribbled the ball away from a Mavs player in a number 11 jersey after a steal. LeBron ran toward the court near your side of the baseline, before jumping high in the air, ramming the ball inside the rim.

You clapped your hands in glee, as LeBron slapped his left chest three times, so did your friend.

You grabbed your smoothie again, taking a sip and draining it in no time. You let out a slight pout, a bit bummed when you found it empty. You opted to place it down below your chair instead and went back to watching the game.

The Dallas gained three points, bringing the Laker's lead down by 7 in 5 minutes of the 3rd quarter. Lakers have the possession, and all players were running down their side of the court, implementing offense and defense.

The man named Luka, the one your friend referred to awhile ago was screening LeBron, the Mavs' defense was tight against the other team. You kept your eyes on him as he ran close to the ring in attempt to block the shot Caldwell-Pope was about to do, but everything happened too fast.