" GET IT OUT THE NET! "
In which, Azzi Fudd's little sister is a hot head, and for some reason, Juju Watkins likes it a little more than she should...
JUJU WATKINS X FUDD!READER
wc: 1k ish
authors note: self indulgent icl, Juju is a freshman at USC, let's just pretend paige and azzi "adopted" her ok? ok!
Addison was pissed, to put it simply. Having played for OT Select, Overtime coming to her school ball game was less than surprising; the part she didn’t expect was them wanting her mic’ed up…
“Look, I’m not doing it. I’ll continue warming up now, if that’s okay with y'all?” Addison said with a sour smile
Coach Morgan rolled his eyes at his favorite player’s attitude that he had gotten used to a long, long time ago. Just as she turned to walk away, he grabbed her by the back of her jersey, firm, but not rough. “But you are. Look, Addi, they’re not going to put anything bad that you say in; besides, we all know how you get during games anyway.”
And with that, the argument was dead; Addison had no choice but to sit and let them put the wires on.
If she wasn’t already irritated, noticing her big sister, Azzi Fudd, laughing at her, even going as far as to tap her girlfriend, Paige, and her friend Juju, guiding them to watch as she sat sulking, she was definitely irritated after that.
Her eyes left the stands and instead found the scoreboard that showed there was only one minute until game time.
Addison regrouped with her teammates, going over small things like which offense would be run first, etc.
For the first couple of minutes, Addison had no problems with being silent, up until her teammate shot a three and missed. “ That was a good shot, Liv,” Addison affirmed as they hustled onto defense.
“A good shot for her maybe,” Number 5, Addison's assignment, muttered.
Addison maintained her low, confident posture on defense, eyes moving just barely so she could look Number 5 in the eyes as she questioned her, “What do you mean by that? You think I can’t make a three?”
“I know you can’t.” Number five responded, just as she attempted to back cut on Addison, which failed miserably as Addison stole the pass, bringing the ball up.
The student section roared as the ball touched Addison's hands, just as it has for the last 3 years that they’ve had the blessing that Addison Fudd is on their team.
Addison quickly passed to Liv, her point guard, cutting to the corner. Then, just as the opposing team had studied, Olivia drove through the paint, kicking out to Addison quickly.
What the film didn’t account for, though, is that Addison is a petty, petty girl if nothing else. Instead of taking advantage of her being left open, she chose to dribble up to the top of the key, going way off script and also giving number 5 the chance to get back on defense.
As soon as she made it there, she took one dribble back and shot the three, watching as it went in smoothly.
“Go get it out the net, bitch!” Addison screamed in number 5’s face as she backpeddled to get on defense.
The whistle blew with a quickness. “Tech, unsportsmanlike conduct, 25,” The ref yelled with the same passion Addison’s voice held just seconds earlier. Addison smiled and shrugged, doubting her was her biggest pet peeve, and hey, a tech never hurt no one, at least not in her book.
In the stands, Juju stared at Addison; she couldn’t care less about the game anymore. Usually, a player with a temper got on Juju’s nerves, heavily, but for some reason, when Addison did it, it drew her in rather than icking her out.
Juju leaned over Paige so that Azzi could hear her question over the gym's loud atmosphere: “Addison’s a senior, right?” Hearing that, Azzi and Paige immediately began laughing, leaving Juju more than confused.
“She isn’t?” The girls' laughter slowed, then picked back up that quickly. Finally, Paige decided to put her out of her misery, “Yes, yes, Addison is a senior.” Juju hummed quickly at the newfound information, nodding her head as she thought about it.
“Go for it; she loves her a good hooper,” Azzi said, not missing the way Juju’s cheeks turned pink, despite the way she turned her head back to the game.
After the game, Addison was distracted talking to her coach, not noticing the way her big sister crept up behind her. Azzi pounced as if she were an animal hunting her prey, grabbing Addison's shoulders and shaking them.
Addison jumped at the contact initially, before immediately rolling her eyes, realizing it was surely either Paige or Azzi. “Real mature, real mature.” She muttered as she turned around slowly.
For some strange reason, Addison's eyes shot to Juju’s right away, then slowly, but surely, she looked her up and down, fully taking in her appearance as if she was making sure she wasn’t missing anything.
Paige and Azzi shared a knowing look. “Good game, that temper though...” Juju said jokingly as she extended her hand.
“Y’don’t like it? I can change it for you, I mean,” Addison said, dragging the n in mean out as she grabbed Juju’s hand, shaking it slowly. “Your hands are so soft, my god.” Juju’s only response was a giggle, before she pulled herself together and shook her head at the younger girl's antics.
“You should maybe.. Let me put my number in your phone? So we could discuss my temper and your skincare routine, y’know?” Addison knew she was taking an extremely long shot, but she also knew that Judea Watkins was certainly worth trying for.
Juju handed the phone over wordlessly, peaking over Addison's shoulder watching as she made her contact name “Addi 😊😏😍😇💋”
Addison handed the phone back before turning around and giving Azzi a hug, then Paige, and finally Juju.
Addison held onto Juju tight like she’d disappear, before thinking about all the teasing she’d have to endure from Azzi and Paige later, leading to her letting go with a satisfied smile left on her face. “Yo I stink.. I’m gonna go get myself together I’ll catch yall in a bit” Addison muttered as she picked up her warmup shirt from the bench.
Juju’s eyes didn’t leave Addison’s fading figure once; she was glad that she was staring like a creep, though, when Addison turned around and yelled, “You better text me, Watkins.”