#jade melbourne

[shezgotgame]

LMFAO IM SCREAMINGGGGGGG YALL OMG

[midnight-madness9]

Hi! I have a request l.

Could you do a fluff fic of Jade Melbourne helping reader surprise her girlfriend Sonia Citron at her first game with the Washington Mystics?

Surprise - S.C

Pairing: Sonia Citron x Gf!reader

Type: One Shot (Request)

Warnings: None (Fluff, Kissing)

Word Count: 1006

Synopsis: A first game, a quiet lie, and a surprise months in the making. Sometimes love shows up exactly where it’s least expected — courtside.

A/N: I lowkey rlly like how this turned outtt, i wanna write more for Sonia so if you guys have an recommendations pls send them innn

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You hate lying to Sonia.

Even little ones.

So when you tell her, “I don’t think I’ll be able to make your first Mystics game, baby — work’s a nightmare right now…” it sits heavy in your chest, even as she nods and tries to hide the flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

“It’s okay,” she says quickly. Too quickly. “I know how busy you can get at work, and during the week it’s a hard ask I know”

You kiss her cheek, linger a second longer than usual. “I’ll make it up to you,” you promise.

She smiles. “You don’t have to.”

You do anyway.

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The plan starts two weeks earlier, with a text you debate sending for a solid ten minutes.

You and Jade Melbourne aren’t close, exactly — but preseason had a way of throwing people together. You remember meeting her properly when Sonia dragged you along to a team dinner, fingers laced with yours under the table, proudly introducing you like she couldn’t help herself.

This is my Girlfriend, she’d said, glowing.

Jade had clocked that immediately. The way Sonia leaned into you. The way you listened when she talked.

So eventually, you take a breath and type.

You: hey jade! this is kind of random but it’s [y/n] — sonia’s gf. hope that’s okay!!

Three dots appear almost instantly.

Jade: of course!! what’s up?

You explain. Carefully. That Sonia thinks you can’t come. That you are coming. That you want it to be a surprise, but you need help — credentials, timing, somewhere to be so Sonia doesn’t spot you too early.

There’s a pause.

Then:

Jade: oh my god.

yes.

Yes.

YES.

we are ABSOLUTELY doing this.

You laugh,

Like actually out loud giggling at your phone…

This is gonna be so good.

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From there, it becomes a joint mission.

Jade is shockingly good at logistics — sending you screenshots of entrances, warm-up schedules, even the exact moment Sonia usually scans the crowd during intros.

“She always looks to the left first,” Jade texts one night. “Habit.”

You save that detail like it’s precious.

You manage to get the time off work officially, sell the lie completely. Sonia Facetimes you the night before the game, hair pulled back, nervous energy buzzing through her even through the screen.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be weird,” she admits. “First game. New city. No you.”

Your heart squeezes.

“I’ll be watching somehow,” you say softly. “I promise.”

“Plus, I’ll see you at home tonight, you can tell me everything.”

She smiles, a little sad but still proud. “Text me after?”

“Always.”

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Game day arrives too fast.

You’re buzzing by the time you arrive at the stadium, nerves tangling with excitement. Jade meets you briefly near the arena entrance — ball cap low, Mystics hoodie on, grinning like she’s in on the best secret in the world.

“You ready?” she asks.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” you admit.

She laughs. “Good sign.”

She walks you through the plan one last time — you’ll stay tucked away during warm-ups, seated near the tunnel only once the team’s already on the floor. Sonia won’t expect you there. She’s told everyone you couldn’t make it.

“She’s gonna lose it,” Jade says fondly.

You swallow. “I hope so.”

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The arena is loud in that special way — not deafening yet, but alive. You sit on your hands to stop yourself from waving like an idiot when the Mystics take the court.

Sonia looks good. Focused. Locked in. Jersey crisp, hair braided back, jaw set like she’s holding her nerves together with pure willpower.

You watch her stretch. Shoot. Laugh with Jade.

She looks left.

Then right.

Then she shakes her head slightly, like she’s reminding herself not to look.

You don’t breathe.

Player intros start. The lights dim. The announcer’s voice booms.

You stand when Jade gives you the look, go time. “Now.” She mouths from across the court.

Sonia jogs toward the sideline, clapping once, bouncing on her toes.

And then she looks up.

Straight at you.

For half a second, her brain clearly refuses to process it.

Her smile falters. Her steps slow. Her eyes widen.

Then she freezes.

Jade swears softly beside her as Sonia’s hand flies to her mouth, shock melting instantly into something so soft and overwhelmed it almost hurts to watch.

She points. At you. Like she needs confirmation you’re real.

You nod, laughing through the tears you didn’t realize were coming.

Sonia breaks formation.

She doesn’t care.

She jogs straight over, wrapping her arms around you over the barrier, burying her face in your shoulder like she might cry, like she might laugh, like she might do both.

“You lied,” she whispers into your neck, voice shaking.

“Just this once,” you murmur back.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glassy, smile huge. “You’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

She kisses you quickly — too quick, because the refs are absolutely watching — then presses her forehead to yours.

“I love you,” she breathes.

“I know,” you say, smiling. “Now go play.”

She nods, steps back reluctantly, still glancing at you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

She doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of intros.

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The game is a blur.

Every time Sonia checks out, she looks for you. Every time she hits a shot, she glances your way, chest puffed just a little more. You cheer until your voice goes hoarse.

Jade joins you at halftime, shaking her head.

“I’ve never seen her like that,” she says. “You broke her brain.”

You grin. “Mission accomplished.”

When the final buzzer sounds — win or lose, it doesn’t even matter — Sonia finds you immediately.

This time, she doesn’t care who’s watching.

She hugs you tight, lifts you just slightly off the ground.

“You’re evil,” she says fondly. “I was so sad this morning.”

“I know,” you admit. “I’m sorry.”

She softens instantly. “No. Don’t be. This was perfect.”

She takes your hand, squeezing once. “Thank you for showing up.”

You lean into her, heart full. “Always.”

[lowklovebball]

This mean sm to me Seattle storm is finally doing good i might just cry. I don’t even care if they lose They’ve been doing so good. Thank you Dallas for waking us up 🥺❤️

[rickeajacksons]

[clubhoops]

Mystics Win.

[sapphiccj]

her australian swagger has captivated me i may be falling in love

[tvmusiclife]

Is it really a WNBA season without Jade Melbourne losing a tooth?

[thatishowsueseesit]