#Arizona wcbb

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Unfinished Business

Pairing: Jada Williams x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Rating: Angst, Tension, Slow Burn

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball

Summary:… it means nothing… or everything… who knows

🏷️: @yailtsv

Pt2 Pt3

Arizona wasn’t on my radar. Hell, I never thought I’d leave UCLA. But things change. Promises break. People leave. And now, I’m here, standing in the middle of Desert Financial Arena, wearing blue and red instead of blue and gold, pretending that it doesn’t bother me.

But what bothers me more?

Jada Williams.

She’s here. And from the second I walked into practice on my first day, she’s made it clear that she doesn’t want me here.

“New transfer from UCLA,” Coach announced, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Make her feel welcome.”

Except Jada didn’t.

She barely looked at me, barely acknowledged me. Where I got nods and polite greetings from the rest of the team, I got nothing from her. Just an impassive stare, her jaw clenched tight like she was holding back every unspoken word we never said.

That first week, I tried.

I caught her after practice. “Jada—”

She walked past me.

I sat next to her at team breakfast. She got up without a word.

I passed to her during scrimmages. She didn’t pass back.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what this was. A silent punishment for leaving. For what happened between us before I left.

But she didn’t get to be mad at me when she was the one who let me go first.

⸻

Weeks passed, and I stopped trying. If she wanted to act like I didn’t exist, fine. I could do the same.

At least, I thought I could.

But it was hard when every game, every practice, every team event put us in the same space, with nothing but distance between us. Harder when I caught her looking when she thought I wouldn’t notice, the same way I still caught myself looking at her.

It was even harder now, standing in the middle of a department store, trying to ignore her presence a few feet away while I shopped for some essentials.

“Excuse me, ma.”

I barely had time to react before a guy stepped into my space, all confidence and a smirk that made my skin crawl.

“What’s up?” he asked, leaning too close.

I took a step back. “Just shopping.”

He didn’t get the hint. “Well, since we’re both here, how about you give me your number? I could take you out, show you a good time.”

I sighed. “I’m good, thanks.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that. Just one date.”

“No.”

He laughed like I was joking. Like I was playing hard to get. Like he wasn’t hearing the rejection in my voice.

Then suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist.

“She said no.”

Jada.

I stiffened, feeling her press against me, her voice calm but sharp as a blade. The guy blinked, confused.

“Who are you?”

Jada didn’t hesitate. “Her girlfriend.”

My breath hitched. “Jada—”

She turned to me, expression unreadable. “Just go with it.”

The guy looked between us, suspicious. “Oh yeah? If that’s true, prove it.”

I felt my pulse in my throat.

Jada didn’t hesitate.

Before I could say anything, she tilted my chin up, leaned in, and kissed me.

And God, I should have pulled away.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Because the second her lips met mine, everything else disappeared.

The weeks of silence, the months of distance, the hurt, the anger—it all blurred into nothing. All I felt was her. Her lips, soft and familiar. Her hand, gripping my waist. The way she kissed me like no time had passed, like we weren’t pretending, like we hadn’t left things unfinished.

By the time she pulled away, my heart was in my throat.

Jada turned back to the guy. “Believe me now?”

He held up his hands, backing away. “Yeah. Yeah, my bad.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Silence stretched between us, thick with everything we weren’t saying.

I swallowed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Her jaw tensed. “Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

She exhaled sharply. “Because I wasn’t about to stand there and watch some dude keep pushing up on you like you weren’t saying no.”

I searched her face. “And the kiss?”

Jada didn’t answer right away. Instead, she looked at me like she was debating something, like she was on the edge of something she wasn’t ready to say.

Then, finally—

“Because I wanted to.”

And just like that, everything I thought I knew shattered.

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, she took a step back.

“I gotta go.”

And then, like always—

She left.

Leaving me standing there, heart racing, breath shallow, with nothing but the taste of her on my lips and a thousand unanswered questions in my head.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[burntthebacon]

i need them in same room together again🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[jhopeismyhope]

⊹ ࣪ ˖°✧₊ ﹟🏀 ' Jada Williams ˚★₊˚ ༘⋆

J.W

[yailtsv]

HOW MANY ARIZONA WBB PLAYERS ARE IN THE TRANSFER PORTAL???? OMG 😭

[fruitbasketball]

juju gives me jada williams vibes like once she dates a guy she’s going to realize she likes girls 🤣

I AM GONNA PISS MYSELF

jada so fiiiiiiine too ugh

[connormccafferyhater]

JADA WILLIAMS IN THE TRANSFER PORTAL

[sleighingstella]

jada williams is so cute

i whole heartedly love her bad.

[female-buckets]

DT at a hockey game watching women's basketball lmao

[mrsarnold]

you know im such a fool for you! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

📜 ; smut

🕯️ ; fluff

🥐; angst

WCBB :

UCONN

paige bueckers ;

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azzi fudd ;

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USC

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LSU

flau'jae johnson ;

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hvl ;

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ARIZONA STATE

jada williams ;

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KENTUCKY STATE

georgia amoore :

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WNBA :

SEATTLE STORM :

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gabby williams :

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diana taurasi :

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britney griner :

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kk harvey :

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SERIES !!

20191009 i like her ! - juju watkins🥐📜🕯️

thats all !! request any person i missed !! <3

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Unfinished Business (Part 2)

Pairing: Jada Williams x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Genre: Heavy Angst, Eventual Fluff

Summary: maybe running is better… maybe not…

🏷️: @yailtsv @starfulani

Pt1 Pt3

Jada left me standing in that department store like the kiss never happened.

Like she hadn’t looked me in the eyes and said she wanted it.

Like she hadn’t just cracked open every locked-up feeling I had buried for months.

I should have known she’d run. That’s what we did—danced around the truth until it was too late to fix anything. But I wasn’t going to let her do that this time.

So I gave her space.

For a day.

Then, when practice ended and she tried to slip out before I could catch her, I didn’t let her.

“Jada.”

She ignored me, grabbing her bag from the bench.

“Jada.”

Nothing.

I exhaled sharply, stepping in front of her before she could leave the locker room. “You kissed me.”

Her jaw tightened. “I know.”

“You said you wanted to.”

“I know.”

“Then why the hell are you acting like it didn’t happen?”

She inhaled, eyes closing briefly, like she was summoning patience. When she opened them, they were cold, distant. “It didn’t mean anything.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

I forced out a bitter laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

Jada shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Believe what you want.”

I stared at her, anger and heartbreak bleeding together until they were indistinguishable. “Why are you doing this?”

She finally met my eyes, and for a second—just a second—I saw it. The hesitation. The crack in her resolve.

Then it was gone.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

That hurt more than anything else she could’ve said.

My breath caught, but I forced myself to nod. “Right. Got it.”

I stepped aside, giving her room to leave. She hesitated—just for a second—but then she walked past me, not looking back.

And I told myself I wouldn’t follow this time.

I told myself I wouldn’t care.

But that was a lie.

⸻

For the next week, I did exactly what Jada wanted.

I acted like she didn’t exist.

No more lingering looks. No more attempts at talking. No more giving her the space to hurt me again.

If she wanted distance, she could have it.

Except, I knew it was getting to her.

I saw it in the way she hesitated before answering a question in the locker room when I was around. In the way she stiffened every time we were paired up in practice. In the way she looked at me when she thought I wouldn’t notice—like she had something to say but refused to let herself say it.

And honestly? It pissed me off.

She wanted to act like I was nothing? Fine. I could be nothing to her, too.

Or at least, I thought I could.

Until it all came crashing down.

⸻

It was a late-night practice. Coach had let most of the team go, but Jada and I stayed behind for extra shots.

Correction: I stayed behind. Jada just happened to be there, too.

We ignored each other, like we’d been doing for days. I was focused, hitting shot after shot, trying to drown out the feeling of her presence on the other side of the court.

Until I heard a ball slam against the wall.

I turned, finding Jada standing near the free-throw line, hands clenched into fists.

I frowned. “You good?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t know, am I?”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” She laughed, but it wasn’t amused. “You, apparently.”

I felt my stomach twist. “What the hell did I do?”

Jada took a step closer, eyes blazing. “You act like you don’t care.”

I stared at her, incredulous. “That’s what you wanted.”

“No,” she snapped. “I wanted you to fight.”

I blinked. “Fight for what, Jada? You pushed me away the second I got here. You’ve been icing me out for weeks, acting like I don’t exist. And now you’re mad because I finally gave you what you wanted?”

She didn’t answer.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to kiss me, say you wanted it, and then act like it meant nothing.”

Silence.

Then—

“It scared me.”

I froze. “What?”

Jada swallowed hard, looking away. “The kiss. It scared me.”

I searched her face, my heart hammering. “Why?”

She hesitated. “Because it felt real.”

My breath caught.

She looked back at me, vulnerability bleeding through the cracks in her walls. “I thought I was over you. I thought that when you left UCLA, that was it. That I could move on.”

“Did you?” I asked quietly.

She shook her head. “No.”

My chest ached. “Then why are you running?”

Jada exhaled, voice breaking. “Because I don’t know how to stop.”

I took a step closer. “Then let me help you.”

She met my eyes, something fragile and hesitant in her expression. “You’d do that?”

I nodded. “I never stopped wanting to.”

For the first time in weeks, her walls cracked. Just a little.

And that was all I needed.

⸻

That night changed everything.

Jada wasn’t perfect. She was still stubborn, still hesitant. But the ice between us finally thawed.

We started talking again, first in small moments—passing comments in practice, subtle acknowledgments in the locker room. Then longer conversations, sitting next to each other at team dinners, lingering after practice just to be near each other.

It wasn’t an immediate fix.

But it was something.

And then one night, after another late practice, we ended up walking back to the dorms together.

We stopped outside my door, silence stretching between us.

I turned to her, searching her face. “You still scared?”

Jada held my gaze, then shook her head. “Not as much.”

I smiled, reaching for her hand. “Good.”

She squeezed my fingers. “I’m trying.”

“I know.”

She hesitated. “Do you think we’ll ever get this right?”

I squeezed back. “I think we’re already starting to.”

For the first time in weeks, she smiled.

And this time, she didn’t run.

To Be Continued…

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[prettygirl-gabi]

yall sleeping on my girl jada williamss!!

What if I told you I have a Jada x !transfer reader fic locked in the drafts storage….then what…

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Unfinished Business (Final Part)

Rating: Mature audience

Pairing: Jada Williams x Reader

Fandom: Arizona women’s basketball

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: staying is a lot better…

🏷️: @yailtsv , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @paigeluvvr

Pt1 Pt2

⸻

I wanted to believe things were finally falling into place.

Jada wasn’t running anymore. She wasn’t shutting me out or pretending like I didn’t exist. We weren’t fixed overnight, but we were talking again—really talking.

It started slow.

Small moments—sharing protein bars before practice, sitting next to each other on the bus during away games, lingering after practice like neither of us wanted to say goodbye.

But with every step forward, I could still feel the weight of our past pressing down on us.

Because for all the progress we made, we were still walking on the edge of something unspoken.

Something unfinished.

And the truth was—I was tired of waiting.

⸻

It happened after a game against Stanford.

We won, but barely. It was a fight to the last second, and by the time the final buzzer rang, we were exhausted. The locker room was filled with the usual post-game energy—music blasting, laughter, the smell of Gatorade and sweat.

I was sitting on the bench, untying my shoes when Jada sat down next to me.

“Hell of a game,” she said, nudging me lightly with her knee.

I huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, thanks for the assist.”

She smirked. “You would’ve missed without me.”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, one of our teammates walked by.

“Y’all are basically a married couple at this point,” she teased.

Jada tensed beside me.

I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “Nah, we just play well together.”

But the words tasted bitter in my mouth.

Jada didn’t say anything.

And that’s when I knew.

This thing between us—the lingering touches, the looks, the history—it wasn’t enough.

Not if she was still scared of what we could be.

⸻

Later that night, I knocked on Jada’s door.

She answered in sweatpants and a hoodie, her hair piled up in a bun. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

“Hey,” she said, voice soft.

I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

She closed the door behind me, brows furrowing. “What’s up?”

I took a deep breath. “What are we doing?”

Jada blinked. “What?”

I turned to face her, crossing my arms. “We’ve been playing this game for weeks. Acting like we’re something but never saying it out loud.”

She exhaled slowly, leaning against the door. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

I shook my head. “No, you’re hesitating. And I’m tired of pretending that doesn’t hurt.”

Her jaw tightened. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“Then tell me the truth,” I said, stepping closer. “Do you want this? Because I do, Jada. I always have.”

Silence.

Her eyes searched mine, like she was trying to find a way out.

But there wasn’t one.

Not this time.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

I swallowed hard. “Of what?”

“Of losing you again.”

I frowned. “Jada—”

“You left once,” she said, cutting me off. “When you transferred. And yeah, I pushed you away before that, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell when you were gone.”

I inhaled sharply. “You could’ve told me that.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “And say what? ‘I miss you, but I was too much of a coward to fight for us the first time’? You deserved better than that.”

I reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “I deserved the truth. And so do you.”

Her eyes flickered with something raw, something vulnerable. “The truth?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She hesitated. Then—

“I love you.”

The words knocked the air from my lungs.

Jada swallowed hard. “I think I always have. That’s why it scared me so much. That’s why I ran.”

I felt my chest tighten. “Jada…”

She looked away. “You don’t have to say it back. I just—I needed you to know.”

I took her face in my hands, gently tilting her chin up so she’d look at me.

“I love you too.”

We stood there for a heartbeat longer, foreheads touching, breathing in the shared scent of vanilla and anticipation.

Then, slowly, deliberately, Jada reached for my hand, her fingers interlacing with mine. The simple gesture sent a shiver down my spine, a potent reminder of the intimacy we were about to explore.

"Come on," she murmured, tugging me gently towards the living room. The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. We sank onto the plush sofa, the cushions yielding beneath our weight.

The silence that followed was not awkward, but charged with unspoken longing. Jada turned to face me, her eyes dark pools reflecting the flickering candlelight. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of my cheekbone, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

"Me too," I confessed, my own voice trembling slightly.

With a shared breath, we closed the remaining distance between us. Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, a culmination of weeks of suppressed desires.

Jada's tongue danced with mine, exploring every contour, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

Her hands moved from my face to my neck, then down to my chest, her touch sending shivers of anticipation through my body. I arched into her touch, craving more, needing more.

I reciprocated, my hands exploring the soft curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her back. I could feel her tremble beneath my touch, a sign of the desire that mirrored my own.

The kiss deepened, becoming more demanding, more insistent. We broke apart gasping for air, our eyes locked in a silent conversation of longing and surrender.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Jada whispered, her voice thick with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak, my heart pounding in my chest. We rose from the sofa, hand in hand, and made our way to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation.

Jada turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Are you sure about this?" she asked softly.

"More than anything," I replied, my voice unwavering.

With that, the last vestiges of hesitation melted away. Jada reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly, deliberately, pulled it over my head. I stood before her, bare-chested, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Her eyes roamed over my body, lingering on the curves of my breasts, the swell of my hips. I felt a blush creep up my neck, but I held her gaze, refusing to look away.

She reached out and gently cupped my breasts, her thumbs teasing my nipples. A moan escaped my lips, and I arched into her touch, craving more.

I returned the favor, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples erect and begging to be touched. I leaned in and gently kissed one nipple, then the other, savoring the taste and texture of her skin.

Jada moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. We fell back onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our desires unleashed.

Her hand trailed down my stomach, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. She reached for the button of my jeans and slowly, deliberately, unfastened it. I sucked in a breath as she slid the zipper down, her fingers brushing against my skin.

I reached for her jeans and did the same, our movements clumsy with desire. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together, skin against skin.

Jada leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Her hands roamed over my body, teasing, caressing, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

I returned the favor, my hands exploring the curves of her body, savoring the feel of her skin beneath

my fingertips. We were lost in a world of sensation, our bodies communicating in a language of touch and desire.

She trailed kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I moaned and arched into her touch, craving more.

Her lips found their way to my inner thigh, and I gasped as she began to nibble and tease. I gripped the sheets, my body trembling with anticipation.

"Jada," I moaned, my voice barely audible.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Is this okay?" she whispered.

"Yes," I gasped, "please."

She lowered her head again and began to lick and suck, her tongue working its magic. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure, my body arching off the bed.

I ran my fingers through her hair, urging her on, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensations were overwhelming, intense, almost unbearable.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she found my clit and began to tease it with her tongue. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I cried out as I reached the edge.

I convulsed beneath her touch, my body shaking with release. Jada continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

Finally, the waves subsided, and I lay panting, my body weak and trembling.

Jada lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes filled with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I whispered, "that was incredible."

She smiled and leaned in to kiss me again, her lips lingering on mine.

"There's more to come," she whispered

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[burntthebacon]

it's something about them dirty blonds man

[burntthebacon]

damn near everybody and they momma entering the transfer portal

ts makes me wanna join too and i don't even play a sport😭

[burntthebacon]

for crying out loud jada we get it come home the kids miss you😒

looking all fine and shi

[burntthebacon]

need that😋😋