#Diana taurasi x oc

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Chapter I: "From College Phenom to WNBA Superstar: The Victoria O’Hara Story" | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: Kinda narcissistic, kinda obsessed Victoria (excuse my girl she just wants to do good)

A/N: first chapter baby let’s fucking goooo, I’m so so excited about this series and I cannot wait for you guys to read it. As always English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes (I wrote this super high so there’s probably some) please let me know so I can change them asap, comments are highly appreciated, please let me know what you think! My ask box is always open too. Love Sof :))

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There’s a funny thing about being a woman in sports, and it’s that being good is not enough.

When I was first drafted to the W, my back was in agonizing pain, breaking under the weight of everyone’s expectations. Having an excellent college career made the country ache with the need to see me play with the big dogs, some rooting for my success, but most of them patiently waiting for my imminent downfall. I struggled; climbing up that fucking hill was hard. But everything became easier once my mind was blinded with rage, and that anger had a name: Diana motherfucking Taurasi.

Growing up she was everything I aspired to be. She made it all look so easy, so effortless, and I wanted that. And the thing is, I’m not an aggressive person, not even a bad one. I bake for my teammates every Friday, I have friends all over the league, little girls want my shoes after the games and their grown fathers want my ass, teenage girls even write about me on Tumblr, for fuck's sake! I am perfectly fine!

Until that fucking game.

May 19, 2017

My rookie season. We faced Phoenix for the first time. The air was thick with anticipation, and I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut that nobody on that arena came to see me.

There she was.

Diana was there, larger than life, owning the court like she owned the entire damn league. And the truth was, she did.

I knew this moment was coming, but nothing could’ve prepared me for actually standing across from her. She locked eyes with me during warm-ups, her face impassive, like I wasn’t even worth her time. I looked around and every person was the same, nobody really came to see me, not even my team. That’s when I realized that being good at the game it’s not enough, you have to play another type of game if you want people to see you, and I was determined to make them beg for more of me.

That was all it took. I felt something rise inside of me, a mix of insecurity and pure terror, and from that moment, the only thing I wanted more than winning was beating her. Proving her wrong.

And that’s where all the shit unraveled.

It wasn’t just the basketball. It was personal. Every shot I took, every time I drove the lane, I wasn’t just thinking about the score, I was thinking about her. The way she moved. How her voice echoed through the arena when she barked orders to her team. I hated how much I was drawn to it, to her.

My teammates tried to talk me down, “Vico, chill you’re obsessing,” Sydney said. But they didn’t get it. Diana Taurasi was my benchmark, my North Star. My fire, I wanted what she had and in order to get it she was the one to beat. Every game after that I took it as duel, a fight for dominance. I was determined to make her see me, to make her acknowledge that I wasn’t just some rookie passing through, because if she knew that, then everybody would know that I was Victoria fucking O’Hara, and I was coming for the crown, her crown.

And I was doing a hell of a job:

"Rising Star: Victoria O'Hara Leads All Rookies in Scoring and Rebounds"

"WNBA newest princess? O’Hara’s Rookie Season Proves She’s a Force to Be Reckoned With"

"Victoria O’Hara Makes Waves: Record-Breaking Rookie Season Captivates Fans and Analysts"

But it never seemed to be enough, until…

July 7, 2017

It was after another grueling game. We lost by three points, but I played the game of my life. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, slumped on the bench, trying to catch my breath. And someone towered over me.

Someone I was very aware of.

“Not bad, O’Hara. Keep it up, and you might actually be a challenge someday.”

My stomach twisted.

I stared at her for a weirdly amount of time, unsure how to respond. Hell, was she mocking me? Or was this some twisted form of respect?

Before I could think too much, I snapped back:

“Someday? I’m already a problem for you.”

Fuck, that sounded way harsher than I intended.

I saw her look at her shoes, clicking her tongue before staring at me again, a smirk plastered in her face begging to be slapped it out “Of course you are”

And that’s it. She left.

July 30, 2017:

We were playing again, and the tension was unbearable. Everyone could feel it. Diana was all over the place, controlling the game like she always did, like she owned it. But this time? I wasn’t letting her have it. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she still ran the show. I needed this moment. I needed to prove myself. To her. To everyone.

Then, in the third quarter, it happened.

I saw her coming. Her eyes were locked on me like a damn predator, and I wasn’t backing down. I made a drive, quick and sharp, cutting to the basket with everything I had. I was going to score, but she had other plans. She slammed into me, body on body, knocking me off my path like I was nothing. I hit the floor hard, my elbows burning from the impact. The whistle blew, and I stayed down for a second, rage boiling under my skin.

"Get up," she muttered, standing over me like she owned the place. "You’re gonna need more than that to take me down, rook."

The audacity. I pushed myself up, heart pounding in my chest, glaring straight at her. I was chest to chest with the legend, staring into her eyes, and for the first time, I wasn’t intimidated. I was pissed. “You think you’re untouchable? Just fucking wait.”

She smirked, like she’d heard it all before. Like she didn’t even have to try. "I don’t think, O’Hara. I know," she spat back, her voice dripping with arrogance.

That was it. That was the moment I snapped. "Oh, you’re just a fucking bitch, aren’t you?" The words flew out before I could stop them, and I shoved her, hard.

The arena erupted in chaos.

Before I knew it, she was lunging at me, ready to push me back. But our teammates were faster, grabbing us before we could even make contact. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, my fists clenched, ready to throw. But the second I tried to break free, I was held back by a wall of arms pulling me away from her.

It took four players to hold me back. Four.

Diana wasn’t any better off. Her teammates were holding her down too, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted this fight as much as I did. There was fire there, the same fire I felt burning inside me. She wasn’t just here to win; she was here to prove a point. But so was I.

We both struggled against the hands holding us back, trying to break free, trying to get at each other. My muscles ached with the effort of pushing forward, but no matter how hard I fought, it wasn’t happening. I could almost feel the impact of my fist hitting her. The unfinished fight burned inside me, an itch that couldn’t be scratched.

I didn’t give a shit about the cameras or the refs. I didn’t care about the technical they were about to call. All I cared about was making her feel this rage, this fire that she had sparked inside me. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t untouchable. That I wasn’t just another rookie.

Finally, the refs managed to pull us apart, forcing us to opposite sides of the court. My chest heaved with adrenaline, but I wasn’t done. I looked back at her, catching her eyes one more time. That damn smirk still on her face. But I knew she saw me now. I knew she felt it too.

The fight wasn’t over.

That was the moment I realized. Diana Taurasi wasn’t just another player to beat. She was the one. The one I had to take down. And maybe, just maybe, she’d finally met someone who could.

Fucking Diana.

"Rivalry Ignites: O’Hara and Taurasi Get into Fiery Altercation During Friday Game"

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pairings: paige bueckers x oc (for a second) diana taurasi x daughter!oc, alexia putellas x teen!oc

summary: kenza never could quite understand why her dad could never show up; times throughout the years kenza has been let down

warnings: daddy issues and deadbeat dad 👻

notes: based off of real experiences 🫡 READ KENZA’S WIKI PAGE FOR BACKGROUND INFO

FOURTEEN YEAR OLD KENZA STARED LONGINGLY AT THE SEAT IN THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION.

It was her first El Clasico with the senior team and she knew her mom had told everybody. Kenza even invited him. She could hear her teammates celebrating their win as she should be, yet there she was staring at the cold, bare seat. Her eyes shifted to her Mom and Diana who both held sympathetic looks on their faces.

Kenza's inner turmoil was broken by Alexia who ran up and grabbed her face. "What's wrong, Amorcita? You scored the winning goal!"

Kenza couldn't bring herself to answer, instead she kept staring at the seat. Alexia followed her eyes, and after a silent conversation with Nor, she had figured it out. "Lo siento, mi Princesa," was all Alexia could offer as Kenza shoved her head to her chest.

"Why didn't he show up?" Kenza cried, loudly.

"Smile, Kenny!" Diana Taurasi told her freshly turned nine year daughter. Kenza smiled showing her gums off to the camera as the flash went off. "Look at you, pretty girl. Finally nine."

The family had decided to spend Kenza's ninth birthday in London as day after the Olympics ended. While Kenza, was excited to see her moms, she saw them quite often, she was quite revved to see her dad, someone she hadn't seen since early May.

"Mama, when is dad getting here?" Kenza decided to ask her mom. Kenza carefully observed her mom tense up before quickly recovering.

Nor, with a tight smile on her lips, responded, "Let me check, Chiquita."

Diana seemed to pick up on her fiancee's mood, "Aye Kenny, you ready to see Auntie Sue and Auntie Meg?"

Kenza's eyes brightened at the mention of her favorite aunties, "Wait, let me go put on my shoes," the birthday girl ran up the stairs of the rental as Nor unknowingly let go of the breath she was holding.

"Where is he?" Diana asked bitterly. She and the retired NBA player have publicly and privately bumped heads numerous times. Akoni calling her a "wife stealer." While Diana didn't like his alcoholism and reckless behavior around her family.

Nor sighed as tears welled in her eyes, "He's not coming at all. Got caught drinking and driving, he got charged with a DUI so now he's being checked into court ordered rehab," Her heart truly hurt for her daughter.

"Fuck," Diana muttered before pulling Nor into her, "Hey, Kenny is strong."

"That's the thing, she's nine. She's not supposed to be this strong. I keep letting him hurt her," Nor rancorously ranted, a tear slipping down her face before being quickly wiped away by Diana.

"It’s not your fault he is the easy he is,” Diana said through clenched teeth, “Don't worry, I'll tell her." She offered, gently directing her distraught fiancée to the couch before going upstairs to break the news to you. Five minutes later, Diana came downstairs with a sobbing child in her arms who just wanted comfort from her moms.

Kenza leg bounced up and down in the rather comfortable chair, lost in her thoughts. This was possibly one of the biggest nights of her life, the Ballon d'Or Awards; being nominated for the Kopa Féminin Awards has been the highlight of Kenza's season. If she won this award, she would be the first ever recipient to win the category.  Most importantly, it was the first award show her whole family was coming to.

Paige looked at the girl beside her and rested her hand on her knee before whispering in her ear, "I told you once, and I'll tell you again. You are going to win, stop being so nervous."

"I can't help it," Kenza mumbled back, inhaling sharply. Her eyes watched the stage, seeing her Auntie Meg take the stage.

A bit zoned out, Kenza came back to it when Paige nudged her as Megan announced the winner. "The first Kopa Féminin Award goes to..." Megan smiled as her voice broke with emotion, "my Kenny, Kenza Creoxells."

Blood rushed to Kenza ear as she sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as she took in the information. She got up after Alexia came to the table and basically pushed her out of the chair.

Taking the stage after accepting the award and hugging her auntie. Kenza looked in the crowd scanning the room, she saw her mom and mami, Paige, her Barca teammates, even some of her friends from UConn and Yale. Her eyes paused on the empty seat, her eyes going to her moms who has the same sympathetic looks on their faces. A odd sense of deja vu washed over Kenza before she shook her head of her thoughts.

"Kenza Creoxells is the first ever recipient of the Kopa Femenin Award earning it for her work with Barcelona Femení." The announcer said making people cheer louder, as the picture of Kenza doing her signature celebration is blown up on the screen.

"Wow, I have nothing to say but thank you. Thank you to my Mama who let me move in with Auntie Alexia because she saw that this was truly my dream. Thank you to my Mami who literally never let me quit no matter how much I wanted to. Thank you to everyone at Barcelona for giving me a chance and my teammates for helping raise me. Thank you for my team and Yale, my friends as UConn and Paige for always being there. You all have truly become my family and I can't ask for any more than that, thank you," Kenza sniffled before she walked off the stage and more applause thundered throughout the building.

Kenza sat outside of her own party, playing with the Barcelona flag wrapped around her. She had escaped the party after winning the Kopa Award, feeling particularly overwhelmed. Her initial plan on sneaking out with Paige was squashed when she saw Mapi talking Paige's ear off.

"My Enzy! Look at ya! Kop' Winner!" A familiar deep voice thundered.

Kenza looked up from her place on the steps, "Dad?" She quickly got up and took a step toward him, "What are you doing here?"

"My daughter won the... the award! Why wouldn't I be here?" Taking the step forward was a big regret on Kenza's part as the smell of alcohol became prominent. Kenza took in his appearance: Red eyes, stumbling around, she knew he wasn’t sober.

Kenza smiled wryly, "You forgot. You forgot like everything else. Why? Why can't you be a good dad for day, just a day." Kenza sobbed as she sat back down on the steps.

Akoni seemed to sober up at the sound of his daughter's sobs. He sat next to her and sighed, "I have a lot of regrets in life, but having you isn't one of them. Not being there for you, is. I'm a deadbeat, drunk with too much money. I was never worthy enough to be your father, I knew that as soon as I held you. After your mom and I broke up, I spiraled. Don't be like me Enzy, be better."

Kenza sobs only grew louder as she rested her head against Akoni's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Enzy."

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You’ve always been more comfortable in the background. Even at UConn, where you met Diana, you preferred watching from the stands rather than being the center of attention. What you didn’t expect was catching the eye of the star player, much less marrying her and starting a family. 

Now, years later, as you stand outside the Footprint Center with your daughters, Aria and Jaylen, you can’t help but reflect on how far you’ve all come. Aria, the older of the two at six, is bouncing on her toes, her excitement palpable. Jaylen, at just two, is perched upon your hip. 

To support your wife you obviously come dressed in DT merchandise, you and your daughters came matching in Diana’s jersey with Jaylen wearing that and a tool skirt in Phoenix Mercury colors. 

"Mommy, mommy, can we get popcorn?" Aria asks, tugging at your sleeve.

“Yeah, yeah, baby hold on, we needa find our seats first” you grin.

The arena is alive with energy, fans buzzing in anticipation of another legendary Diana Taurasi performance. You lead your daughters through the throng, finally finding your seats close to the court. You’ve always had good seats—one of the perks of being with D.

As the game begins, you watch Diana with a mix of pride and awe. She’s as fierce as ever, commanding the court with her presence, making impossible shots look effortless. Aria and Jaylen cheer loudly, their voices joining the chorus of fans.

"Mama is the best!" Aria exclaims, her eyes shining. "Do you think she’ll win tonight, Mommy?"

"You already know baby," you say, squeezing her shoulder. 

During a timeout, Diana glances toward you and the girls, a smile playing on her lips. You wave, and she blows a small kiss, her eyes filled with love.

Then, when it comes to halftime, she finds time to sneak from the locker room to come see you. Diana approaches, her face lighting up as she spots you and the girls.

"How are my girls" she says, a grin spreading across her face as she kneels down to scoop Aria from the floor then plucking Jaylen from your arms. "You having fun?"

Aria nods vigorously. "Yes, Mama! You're doing awesome!"

Jaylen giggles and reaches out to Diana, pulling on her lips and cheeks. "That's my little cheerleader," she says, her voice warm and affectionate.

You smile at the sight, feeling your heart swell with love. "You’re killing it out there, D," you say. "We’re so proud of you."

Diana puts the girls down and pulls you into a quick hug, wrapping her sweaty arms around your waist. "Thanks, baby. You know i’m gonna show out when I got y’all here" She glances back at the tunnel that leads to the locker room and sighs. "I have to get back, but I'll see you after the game, ‘kay?"

"Go get 'em, babe" you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

She gives you a quick kiss and hugs Aria and Jaylen one last time before heading back to the locker room. As she disappears down the tunnel, you settle back into your seat, feeling a rush of pride and excitement.

The second half of the game is just as thrilling. Diana's energy is electric, and she continues to dominate the court. Aria’s on her feet cheering louder than ever and Jaylen’s perched on your lap cooing at the sight of her mom. You join them, your voice hoarse from shouting encouragement.

When the final buzzer sounds, the Mercury emerge victorious. The crowd roars, and your daughters are ecstatic, jumping up and down in pure joy.

"Mama won! Mama won!" Aria shouts, her face glowing with excitement.

You make your way down to the court once more, the sea of fans parting as they recognize Diana's family. She meets you with open arms, pulling all of you into a tight embrace.

"You did so good, D!" you say, kissing her cheek.

"Couldn't have done it without my biggest fans," she replies, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Diana looks down at Aria and Jaylen with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Y’all wanna sit with me for my interview?" she asks.

Aria's eyes widen with excitement. "Can we, Mommy? Please?"

You chuckle and nod. "Of course. Go show them how it's done."

Diana leads you all to the interview area. The reporters are already assembled, and their faces light up when they see Diana with her family. She lifts Aria onto the panel chair next to her and sits Jaylen on her lap, while you stand nearby, watching with pride.

The interviewer smiles warmly. "Diana, another incredible game. How do you do it?"

Diana grins, glancing at Aria and Jaylen. "Well, having these two cheering me on from the stands definitely helps," she says, her voice filled with affection. "And my amazing wife, who’s always been my rock. I couldn't do any of this without her."

Aria grabs the microphone, her small hand dwarfed by it. "Mama is the best player ever!" she declares confidently, drawing laughs from the crowd.

Jaylen babbles happily, patting Diana's cheek, and Diana kisses her forehead. "They're my motivation, my inspiration," Diana continues. "Every time I step on the court, I play for them. For our family."

The interviewer smiles, clearly charmed by the scene. "We noticed you glancing over at your family several times during the game. How important is it for you to have them here supporting you?"

Diana smiles, enjoying speaking about you and the kids “It's everything. Seeing my… insanely gorgeous, selfless, intelligent wife Elyse” she gushes, taking a moment to brag about you “and the girls in the stands reminds me why I play. They’re my biggest cheerleaders, and their support means the world to me. It helps me stay focused and gives me that extra push when the game gets tough.

Another interviewer raises their hand for a question “Aria and Jaylen seem to be quite the little fans. Do they understand the significance of what you do on the court?"

"Aria is starting to get it.” Diana chuckles “She knows when Mama is doing well and gets really excited. Jaylen is a bit young, but she loves the energy and the cheering. It’s great to have them involved and to see their faces light up."

“How do you balance your career with family life? It must be challenging."

"It definitely is… but we make it work. Elyse is incredible—she holds everything together when I’m on the road or training. We have a great support system and we make sure to prioritize family time whenever we can. It’s all about finding that— that balance and making the most of our moments together."

"Lastly what’s next for you, Diana? Any big plans or goals you’re looking forward to?"

“Um.. Sleep honestly” she jokes "Yeah but nah, nah, we have some big games coming up, and I’m focused on staying in shape. Off the court, it’s just about spending time with Elyse and the girls, and maybe squeezing in a family vacation if we can. Like I said It’s all about balance and enjoying every moment." Diana grins as she finishes.

After the interview, you and the girls head back home, Diana's hand firmly in yours. The girls fall asleep in the car, exhausted from the excitement, and you share a quiet moment with Diana, both of you basking in the glow of the evening's events.

Once home, you tuck the girls into bed and join Diana on the couch. She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Thank you for being here tonight," she says softly. "For everything."

You press a kiss to her forehead. "Always, D. I’ll always be here."

You sit in comfortable silence for a bit before Diana opens her mouth again. 

“I know you have to say I played well cause we’re married and shit but.. you can’t lie I was kinda fly out there tonight” she cackles

You scoff, shoving her playfully “Shut up! You sound so old, nobody says ‘fly’ anymore dumbass”

“Old where?!! I’m three years older than you”

“Like I said— Old!”

She groans, laughing and shoving her face into your neck. You both fall back into the couch in a fit of giggles and hearts full of love. 

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You’ve always loved game days. The atmosphere, the energy of the crowd, and the thrill of watching your dad’s team play. But lately, there’s been something, or rather someone, who makes these days even more special.

From the cheerleaders' section, you keep an eye on Diana. She’s a force on the court, a whirlwind of talent and determination, and more importantly, the girl you’ve been secretly seeing for the past few months.

The relationship started innocently enough. A chance encounter after practice, a shared laugh, and before you knew it, you were spending more and more time together. Diana's confidence and charm were irresistible, and it wasn’t long before you fell for her.

Your father is Geno Auriemma, oh you know— The head coach of the women’s basketball team, as in the coach of the team that your secret girlfriend is currently on. 

Your dad has always been strict about keeping professional and personal lives separate, especially when it comes to his players. That’s why you and Diana have been careful, meeting in secret, keeping your relationship under wraps. But hiding something this significant from him hasn’t been easy.

As the game progresses, you can’t help but feel a mix of pride and nerves watching Diana. She’s playing exceptionally well tonight, and you know that part of that comes from wanting to impress you. Every time she glances your way, your heart skips a beat and you blush profusely. 

The game ends with another victory for UConn, and the crowd erupts in cheers. You perform your routine with the rest of the cheerleaders, but your mind is on Diana. As soon as you’re finished and the crowd starts to disperse, you make your way to the locker rooms, hoping to catch a moment with her before your dad starts his post-game debrief.

You find her waiting in a quiet corner, a grin spreading across her face when she sees you. “Hey, superstar,” you tease, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Hey yourself,” she replies, pulling you close by your waist. “Did you like the game?”

“Loved it,” you say, leaning in for a kiss.

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling back slightly. “You want to come over later?”

Diana's eyes light up. “Hell yeah, when?”

“Give me an hour to get home and settled,” you say. “I’ll text you.”

Diana nods, giving you one last kiss before you part ways. You head home, your heart lighter than it’s been in weeks.

An hour later, you hear a knock on your window. You open it to find Diana standing outside, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hey," she whispers. "You look gorgeous but wanna let me in? Cold as shit out here" she mumbles rubbing her hands together. 

You laugh and open the window wider, helping her climb in. The two of you settle on your bed, turning on a movie for background noise and talking comfortably about your days. Soon enough the conversation drifts when you catch Diana staring at your lips, seemingly distracted.

“And then she came yelling back at me for being “loud and bossy” like? I’m the team captain, that shits gonna happen regardle— D, are you even listening?”

“Uh huh,” she nods dumbly, still staring at your lips.

You scoff “What’d I say then?”

Diana smirks, leaning in closer. "Something about you being loud and bossy... but really, I can't focus when you're this close."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Smooth, Taurasi."

Before you can say anything else, Diana cups your face, her thumb brushing your lip and tugging at it lightly. "You know you drive me crazy, right?"

Your breath hitches as she closes the distance, her lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The movie fades into the background as you lose yourself in the moment, your hands finding their way to Diana’s shoulders.

She deepens the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair, and soon you’re lying back on the bed, Diana hovering over you. Your heart races, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Just as her hand slips under your shirt, the door bursts open.

“Brittany, I was thinking—” Your dad’s voice cuts off abruptly.

You and Diana scramble apart, faces flushing with embarrassment. Your dad stands there, his eyes wide, taking in the scene.

“Dad!” you exclaim, sitting up and trying to smooth your shirt. “Jesus what do you need?!”

Your dad's face hardens, and for a moment, he looks at both of you, his expression a mix of anger and disappointment. "Diana, I think you should leave."

“Dad! No— What? She doesn’t need to leave”

“Brit, Brit, chill it’s fine. I’ll go”

Diana glances at you, then back at your dad, clearly reluctant. She nods slowly, squeezing your hand before standing up. "I'll see you later," she says softly, giving you a small, apologetic smile.

You watch as she climbs back out the window, your heart sinking. The room feels colder without her, and you can already sense the tension radiating from your dad.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just stands there with a look that makes you feel like you’re a little kid who’s been caught sneaking cookies before dinner. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and controlled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know how to. I knew you’d be upset.”

He shakes his head, frustration evident in his eyes. “Brittany, this is not just about being upset. You kept something important from me. This affects the team, and it affects you.”

You stand up, feeling a surge of defiance. “Dad, this isn’t just about the team. This is about me. I really care about Diana, and she cares about me. Why can’t you just accept that?”

He looks at you, and you can see the conflict in his eyes. “I.. I’m going to bed. We’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

Without another word, he turns and leaves the room, closing the door firmly behind him. You sit back down on the bed, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. The silent treatment starts immediately, and it feels like a weight pressing down on you.

For the next few days, your dad barely speaks to you. Meals are silent, and he avoids looking at you directly. The tension in the house is palpable, and you miss Diana more than ever. She texts you constantly, checking in, but it’s not the same as having her there with you.

One evening, as you’re sitting at the kitchen table, your dad finally breaks the silence. “Brittany, we need to talk.”

You look up, surprised. He’s standing there with a serious expression, but there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said,” he begins, sitting down across from you. “And I realize that… I haven’t been fair. You’re right. This isn’t just about the team, it’s about you, and your happiness matters to me.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to him. “Dad, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “You could never disappoint me. I just want you to be happy, and if Diana makes you happy, then I’ll do my best to accept that.”

You nod, tears spilling over. “Thank you, Dad.”

He smiles, squeezing your hand. “Now, go call Diana. Tell her I want her over for dinner, she can come through a door this time.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You rush to your room and grab your phone, clicking her contact with trembling hands. When she answers, you can hear the worry in her voice.

“Hey, it’s me,” you say, your voice choked with emotion. “Come over. Dad wants to talk.”

20 minutes after, Diana is at your front door, and you let her in, feeling a sense of relief and joy. You lead her to the kitchen, where your dad is waiting.

He stands up as she enters, extending his hand. “Diana, I’m sorry for the other night. You’re very welcome here. Anytime, I promise. 

Diana takes his hand, her eyes bright with gratitude. “Thank you, Coach. That means a lot.”

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Timeskip

The roar of the crowd at Footprint Center is deafening as the Phoenix Mercury secure yet another victory, led by the unparalleled prowess of Diana Taurasi. Fans cheer, and the energy is electric, but there's an extra sparkle in Diana’s eye tonight.

As the final buzzer sounds, you catch Diana’s glance from across the court. She spots you in the stands, beaming, your hand resting on your slightly rounded belly. You give her a small, encouraging wave, and she responds with a rush of pride and excitement that you can feel even from this distance.

After the game, Diana hurries through her post-game routine, eager to get home. You wait by the car, excitement building with every passing minute. When she finally emerges, her eyes light up as she sees you, and she breaks into a run, wrapping her arms around you the moment she reaches you.

“Hey, superstar,” you tease, echoing your old playful banter.

“Hey yourself,” she replies, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You feeling okay? How’re my babies?”

You smile, placing her hand on your belly. “We’re doing good. Little one was kicking like crazy during the game.”

Her eyes shine with happiness. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

You drive home, the excitement of the game giving way to the quiet anticipation of your growing family. As you settle into your cozy living room, you can’t help but reflect on how much your lives have changed since your college days.

“Remember when we had to sneak around to be together?” Diana muses, her arm draped around you.

You laugh softly. “How could I forget? Your crazy schemes to sneak me into my own house without my dad knowing.”

Diana grins. “Yeah, and then Geno caught us. I thought I was done for.”

“But he came around,” you say, leaning into her. “He loves you like his own now.”

Diana nods, thinking about how much has changed since those early days. You and Diana have built a life together, and now you’re about to become parents.

As you sit together, you feel the baby kick against Diana’s hand, a gentle reminder of the future you’re creating. You look at Diana, your heart swelling with love.

“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” you say softly.

She smiles, her eyes meeting yours. “We have. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You pull her close, your future full of promise and love. “Me neither,” you whisper. “Me neither.”

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Baby Steps (Diana Taurasi x OC)

based on this <- request

summary: imani and dt being cute and domestic over their baby

i wanted to write a fic abt it instead of little headcannons so i hope you enjoy y’all!

You wake up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Diana is already awake, resting against the headboard quietly watching TV. 

"Good morning, mama," she whispers, noticing you’re awake and leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You smile, feeling a flutter of happiness. "G’morning”

Diana slides out of bed, moving with the grace and ease that comes naturally to her. "Stay here, I’ll get breakfast started," she says, pulling on an old hoodie and heading to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the smell of pancakes fills the air, and you hear the sizzle of bacon in the pan. You take a moment to stretch, feeling the gentle weight of your pregnancy. The baby seems to sense your contentment, giving a soft kick that makes you smile even wider.

When you finally make your way to the kitchen, you find Diana humming softly as she flips a pancake. She looks up and grins, her eyes sparkling. "Perfect timing. Breakfast is almost ready."

You sit at the table, resting your hands on your belly. "You spoil me too much, D”

"Hell yeah I do, I’m gonna keep doing it too” she replies, plating up a stack of pancakes and setting them in front of you. She adds a generous portion of bacon and pours you a glass of fresh orange juice.

As you eat, you talk about your plans for the day. It's a rare day off for Diana, and you both intend to make the most of it. 

"So, what should we tackle first?" Diana asks, taking a bite of her pancake.

"I was thinking we could start on that nursery," you suggest, smiling at the thought. "We barely touched it"

"Yes ma’am," Diana agrees, her eyes lighting up. "I've been waiting to get those damn walls painted”

You laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you've mentioned it a few times."

Diana grins, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "I can't help it. I just want everything to be perfect"

"It will be," you assure her, squeezing back. "Especially with me in charge." you tease back

“Shut up” she grins back

After breakfast, she insists on cleaning up while you relax on the couch, catching up on some reading.

"You don't have to do everything, you know," you call out as you settle into the cushions.

"I know," she replies from the kitchen, the sound of running water accompanying her voice. "But you deserve to take it easy. Besides, I like taking care of you, baby” she smiles, pecking you on the lips.

You can't help but smile at her actions. "Well, thank you. But I can help with the nursery, at least."

"Maybe… I’ll think about it," Diana says, emerging from the kitchen with a satisfied look. "But only after you finish that chapter."

You laugh, holding up your book. "Yes, ma'am."

She joins you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and peeking at your book. "What you reading, anyway?"

"It's a parenting book," you say, flipping the cover to show her. "Thought I'd get a head start."

Diana nods appreciatively, laughing. "Okay, okay I see you Mrs. Scholar"

"Whatever, whatever” you blush, leaning into her. Later, the two of you take a walk in the nearby park. The weather is perfect, the sun shining but not too hot. Diana holds your hand, matching her pace to yours, making sure you’re comfortable. You talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying the day. 

When you return home, you decide to tackle the nursery. Diana has been excited about this project, and today seems like the perfect day to start. She paints the walls a soft, calming shade of green while you sort through the tiny clothes and toys you've been collecting.

"I can’t believe we’re gonna be parents" Diana says, her voice filled with wonder as she steps back to admire her work.

"It's still sinking in," you admit, folding a onesie with little stars on it. "But I can't wait."

She puts down the paintbrush and crosses the room to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind. "Me neither. I love you, baby."

You lean back into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her love surrounding you. "I love you too, D."

The rest of the day passes in a blur of contentment. You take a nap together in the afternoon, the cool breeze from the open window lulling you to sleep. When you wake, Diana is already up, preparing a simple but delicious dinner. You join her in the kitchen, helping where you can, laughing and talking as you cook.

After dinner, you settle on the couch to watch a movie. Diana holds you close, her hand resting protectively on your belly. You feel the baby kick again, and Diana's face lights up with joy.

"Hey there, little guy," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your belly. "We can’t wait to meet you."

As you continue to watch the movie you start to dose off slightly but are woken up as Diana helps you back to your room. You drift off to sleep with Diana's arms around you, feeling safe, loved, and excited for the journey ahead.

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give feedback if this sucked or not 🙃

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could you do a DT fic where diana and the reader both play on the mercury and are like a power couple? always having matching fits, cute post game interviews with their kid, and just overall fluff.

Goals (Diana Taurasi x OC)

this probably isn’t my best writing 💔💔 i hope y’all still enjoy it tho and give feedback if you’d like

You’re in the locker room, lacing up your shoes, getting ready for another game with the Phoenix Mercury. The familiar buzz of excitement fills the air as your teammates chatter and laugh around you. But your focus is elsewhere—on Diana, who’s sitting across from you, tying her own shoes with that same intense determination you’ve always admired.

“You ready, Lex?” Diana asks, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

You smile and nod. “You know it”

Diana flashes you that signature smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. You two have been a power couple on and off the court since  you transferred from Atlanta and joined the team, your chemistry is undeniable. The media loves to talk about it, but to you, it’s just the way things are meant to be.

You go through your pre-game rituals, stealing glances at Diana whenever you can. She catches you once, winking playfully, and you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. The connection you share is unspoken yet so powerful, a bond that translates into every pass, every assist, every basket on the court.

The game is intense, as always, but you and Diana are in sync. You feed off each other’s energy, making plays that leave the crowd in awe. You love the adrenaline, the rush of the game, but most of all, you love the way Diana looks at you when you both know you’ve nailed it.

When the final buzzer sounds, you’ve won convincingly, and the arena erupts in cheers. You and Diana meet at the center of the court, sharing a quick kiss before heading to the locker room. The crowd goes wild every time, and tonight is no exception.

In the locker room, the team is celebrating, but you and Diana have something special planned. You’ve both coordinated your post-game outfits—color-coordinated in the team’s colors, with complementary designs. It’s a little thing, but it’s one of the ways you like to show your connection.

As you step out for the post-game interviews, hand in hand, you see Olivia waiting for you next to the team manager with a big smile on her face. She runs up to you, and you scoop her into your arms.

“How was the game, babe?” Diana asks, pinching Olivia’s cheek.

“It was awesome! Plus I got feee candy!” Olivia exclaims, her excitement contagious and you and Diana burst into laughter. 

The reporters gather around, cameras flashing. One of them asks, “Lexie, Diana, how does it feel to play so well together on the court and be such a strong family off it?”

You glance at Diana, and she gives you a nod. “It’s amazing,” you say. “l mean.. all I can say is how lucky we are to be doing it together”

Diana adds, “This game it’s.. it’s our passion, but family is everything.”

One reporter asks Olivia, “Do you want to play basketball like your moms?”

Olivia looks away shyly when answering the question .“Maybe..”

You and Diana laugh, and Diana says, “Whatever she chooses, we’ll support her 100%.”

After the interviews, you head home, where the three of you settle into your cozy living room. Olivia snuggles between you and Diana as you watch a movie. Halfway through, Olivia falls asleep, her head resting on your lap.

You look over at Diana, who’s watching you with a tender smile. “I love you, Lex,” she whispers, her voice soft and full of emotion as she leans over Olivia and gives you a quick peck.

“I love you Di”

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Next Question (DT x OC)

based on this request <-

ty for being patient 🫡 hope you guys enjoy 🤞🏾🤞🏾

You adjust your notes, nervously shuffling through the questions you have prepared. It's not every day you get to interview a legend like Diana Taurasi. The excitement is palpable in the air as you wait in the lounge area of the practice facility.

The door opens, and in walks Diana, her stride confident and her smile warm. She extends a hand to you, and you quickly stand up to greet her.

"Hi, Diana. It's such an honor to meet you," you say, shaking her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine. It’s Alina, right?”

You nod, swallowing nervously. There's something about the way she says your name that sends a shiver down your spine. "Shall we get started?"

You both sit down, and you begin the interview, asking her about her recent games, her training routine, and her thoughts on the upcoming season.

"So, Diana," you say,  glancing down at your notes, "what's been the most challenging part of this season so far?"

She leans in a little closer, her knee brushing against yours. "Honestly, Alina, the toughest part is trying to stay focused when you’re surrounded by distractions" Her eyes twinkle as she speaks, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Distractions?" you ask, trying to maintain your professionalism despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah” she says, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Like right now, getting hard to concentrate when I’m a few feet away from a stunning reporter"

Your breath catches, and you fumble with your notes. "I—I'm sure you deal with distractions all the time," you manage to say, hoping your voice doesn't betray your flustered state.

Diana chuckles softly, her fingers brushing against your arm as she adjusts the microphone clipped to your shirt. "Something like that"

The room feels suddenly warmer, and you can barely focus on your next question. You clear your throat, trying to regain your composure. "Um, could you tell me about your pre-game ritual? How do you prepare mentally and physically for a big game?"

Diana's hand lingers on your arm for a moment longer before she pulls away, her touch leaving a tingling sensation on your skin. She leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours. "Well, I have a few routines, but I mostly just like to prioritize getting into the right mindset. And sometimes, it helps to have someone special to talk to beforehand"

You nod, trying to focus on her words, but her intense gaze makes it difficult. "That sounds really important. Do you have anyone in particular you talk to before games?"

Diana's smile widens, and she leans forward again, her face inches from yours. "Maybe I do. Wanna volunteer as my good luck charm?"

"I... uh," you stammer, struggling to find the right words amidst the electrifying tension between you. "I'm flattered, Diana, but I'm here to learn about your career and achievements."

Diana leans back, her laughter filling the room. "Alright, alright, I see you're trying to keep it strictly professional. Respect." She winks mischievously, and you feel a mix of relief and lingering excitement.

As the interview wraps up, Diana stands, offering you her hand once more. "Thank you for the interview. I really enjoyed it”

You shake her hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "No, no, thank you, seriously"

She doesn't let go immediately, her thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. "Of course, maybe we can do this again sometime. Off the record."

You nod, your mind racing with possibilities. "I'd like that."

“Give me your number real quick and I’ll hit you up about that off the record thing, kay?”

You nod sheepishly taking her phone from her hand and typing in your number. 

Diana smiles one last time, her eyes lingering on yours before she turns to leave. 

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Making headlines | Diana Taurasi x OC!Victoria O’Hara

Prologue

Warnings: Big age gap but they are two consenting adults!, OC Victoria O’Hara is used (I’m sorry but y/n was just not working for this lol)

A/N: hellooo, disclaimer before everything please remember English is not my first language so if you find something wrong please let me know so I can change it asap thanksss. I haven’t been as active as I’d like to be but this idea has been on my mind for the longest time now and I needed to make a series about this so so bad, and please don’t hate me for using an oc lmaoo I just hated the way y/n looked. Hope you like this as much is I do!! Love Sof :)

Making headlines masterlist

When people talked about Diana Taurasi and Victoria O’Hara, no one had anything nice to say.

Diana was the mighty golden vet of the WNBA, powerful like no one else. Everybody respected her for who she was and the things she did. She could punch, throw, scream, and cuss because she knew nobody was able to defy her, she knew she was untouchable.

You could say Victoria was also the star of the show. First pick in her draft, multiple records broken in her rookie season, and over her head hung the shiny title of Rookie of the Year. She was fresh meat, new blood, basically the WNBA’s newest golden girl.

Everybody could see they were two sides of the same coin, a very golden, shiny, and pricey coin.

If this industry didn’t thrive on drama they could’ve been friends, maybe even more!

But when people talked about Diana Taurasi and Victoria O’Hara, no one had anything nice to say

"From Trash Talk to Shoving: Taurasi and O’Hara's Bitter Rivalry Continues to Escalate"

"No Love Lost: Taurasi and O’Hara’s Heated Rivalry Turns Physical Once Again"

"Taurasi vs. O’Hara: WNBA’s Bad Blood Rivalry Is the Talk of the Season"

And trust me, there’s more. There’s always more. But the worst part? They never lied. That was purely the truth... wasn’t it?

I don’t know, but I think if you ask Diana and Victoria about it, I think they would like a lot more if you put it this way:

"Is It Really Trash Talk If They’re Just Flirting Aggressively?"

Requests are: Open!

Masterlist

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Making headlines masterlist | Diana Taurasi x OC!Victoria O’Hara

Prologue

Chapter 1: "From College Phenom to WNBA Superstar: The Victoria O’Hara Story"

Chapter 2: "A Rookie’s Obsession, A Legend’s Indifference: Is Diana Taurasi ready for Victoria O’Hara?”

Chapter 3: "From ROTY Glory to Post-Season Agony”

Chapter 4: "Victoria O'Hara's Faces Her Toughest Opponent: Her Own Thoughts"

Chapter 5: “Victoria O’Hara Looses Her Fucking Mind. Again!”

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hey!! can i request a dt fic where reader is friends with bg and they meet at an event and dt flirts with her all night and reader isn't sure if dt is being serious or not and after a while agrees to go on a date and then they fall in love

A Night To Remember (Diana Taurasi x OC)

short but sweet, please enjoy and give feedback if you like!!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

You walk into the buzzing event, a celebration for the team's latest victory. The room is filled with familiar faces, laughter echoing off the walls, and the scent of delicious food wafting through the air. As you scan the room, you spot Brittany, your close friend and confidante, waving enthusiastically. You make your way through the crowd, weaving between teammates and their friends, until you reach her.

“Elena!” Brittany greets you with a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you reply with a grin. “Where’s the rest of the gang?”

Brittany points towards the bar area, where a group of players are gathered, and as your eyes follow her gesture, they land on Diana. She’s laughing at something a teammate said, her presence magnetic as always. You've seen her countless times on the court, but there's something different about seeing her here, off the court, relaxed and in her element.

As you and Brittany chat, you can't help but steal glances in Diana's direction. To your surprise, you notice her looking your way more than once. Eventually, Brittany nudges you playfully.

“Looks like someone has caught Diana’s eye,” she teases in a sing song way.

You laugh it off, though your heart skips a beat. “Yeah, right.”

Before you can dwell on it further, Diana makes her way over to you both. “Hey, B. Who’s your friend?” she asks, though you have a feeling she already knows your name.

“This is Elena,” Brittany introduces you. “Elena, this is—”

“Diana Taurasi,” you finish a little too excitedly, shaking Diana’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Diana replies, her gaze lingering on yours just a bit longer than necessary. “Mind if I steal you away for a bit?”

You look to Brittany, who just smirks and waves you off. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.”

Diana leads you to a quieter corner of the room, where the noise of the party fades slightly, allowing for easier conversation. You talk about everything and nothing—your job, her career, mutual friends. As the night progresses, Diana’s flirtatious remarks become more frequent and bold. She compliments your dress, makes jokes that send you into fits of laughter, and her hand occasionally brushes against yours in a way that feels deliberate.

“That dress looks amazing on you, Elena,” Diana says, her eyes sweeping over you appreciatively. “But I bet it would look even better on that dance floor.”

You laugh, feeling your cheeks warm. “Is that your way of asking me to dance?”

“Maybe,” she replies with a playful grin. “Or maybe I just want an excuse to keep you close.”

You shake your head, amused. “You’re pretty smooth, Taurasi. Does this usually work for you?”

She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “I don’t know. Is it working now?”

Before you can answer, she cracks a joke about one of the more eccentric teammates, and you burst into laughter, shaking your head. “You’re terrible.”

“Only when I’m trying to impress someone,” she says, her hand brushing yours again. This time, the touch lingers, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You don’t need to try so hard,” you admit, your voice softer. “You’re already pretty impressive.”

“Good to know,” she says, her smile widening. “Because I’ve been wanting to impress you for a while now.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “Oh really?”

“Really,” she confirms, her eyes locked onto yours as you continue your conversation.

But with each passing moment, you grow more uncertain. Is she serious, or is this just how she interacts with everyone? Diana is known for her charisma; maybe this is just another side of that.

At one point, you voice your thoughts. “Are you always this charming, or am I just special tonight?”

Diana smiles, a soft, genuine smile that reaches her eyes. “You think I’m playing games? Elena you are stunning. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for a while now. I’m serious.”

Your heart skips again, but this time with excitement rather than doubt. “Really?”

“Really,” she assures you, taking your hand in hers. “So, how about a date? Just you and me. No crowds, no distractions.”

You hesitate for only a moment, then nod. “Okay. I’d like that.”

Diana’s smile widens, and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Great. I’ll make sure it’s a night to remember.”

As the evening continues, you find yourself feeling lighter, the uncertainty replaced by anticipation. By the time you part ways, you’re already looking forward to your date with Diana, wondering what the future might hold.

Brittany finds you later, a knowing grin on her face. “So, how did it go?”

You smile back, your heart still fluttering. “Better than I could have imagined.”

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Chapter II: "A Rookie’s Obsession, A Legend’s Indifference: Is Diana Taurasi ready for Victoria O’Hara?” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: fight fight fight!! And a tad bit narcissistic Diana

A/N: I’m having a shitload of fun writing this lmao, so here’s another chapter I hope you like. As always English is not my first language so if you find something wrong tell me so I can change it asap, I can’t wait for y’all to read this and the next chapters I’m so excited. Likes, comments (!!!) and reblogs are highly appreciated and my ask box is always open. Love Sof :))

Making headlines masterlist

There’s a funny thing about being the best in women’s sports. People either love you or wait for you to fall. But when you’ve been around long enough, it doesn’t matter what they think. You know your place. And you protect it.

That’s what I’ve been doing since my debut in the WNBA. Owning the court. Owning the pressure. Every game, every season, everyone expects the same thing from me: perfection. Winning is never enough because when your name is Diana Taurasi, nothing is ever enough.

Then, she showed up.

Victoria O’Hara. The rookie everyone wouldn’t shut up about. Reminded me of me, hungry, talented, a little too much attitude for her own good. The first time I saw her was just before our game against San Antonio. I’d heard her name, knew she had something. But there’s a difference between hype and reality.

May 19, 2017

Game day. I could feel her eyes on me during warm-ups, it was cute honestly, I could see the gears working hard on her mind, probably wondering what it’s like to be me, to dominate the way I have. They all wonder. But what she didn’t know yet is that being good in college doesn’t mean shit here. Welcome to the W, kid.

I didn’t give her a second glance. What was there to say? Another rookie trying to prove something. I’ve seen it all. I’ve been that girl. But this one, this woman, had something extra in her. I could see it the minute the game started. Every time she took a shot, it was like she was aiming at me, if I didn’t know she wanted to rip my throat out I’d say she was in love. Every drive, every step, was a challenge.

I could hear the yelling in the crowd, I’d hear her teammates tell her to relax, feel the energy shift. People loved watching us, golden veteran vs. golden rookie. A fucking classic. O’Hara wanted to make a statement. I could tell she was on the edge, burning herself out just to prove she belonged. And every time, I’d remind her, I’ve been there. I��ve fought harder battles. If she wanted to be the next big thing, she was going to have to earn it. She was good, but I wasn’t worried. I’ve dealt with players like her before. They rise fast, burn out faster. But this one... she kept pushing.

Every game we played after that, it was like she had a personal vendetta. I couldn’t walk on the court without feeling her eyes drilling into me. She was obsessed. It was funny, really. This kid was trying so hard to beat me, to make me see her.

I saw her. I always see them coming.

July 7, 2017

We were in San Antonio. Close game. O’Hara played her heart out, I’ll give her that. But we still won. After the game, I found her slumped on the bench, wiped out. I should’ve just left her there. But something in me couldn’t resist. The kid had fire. I respected that.

“Not bad, O’Hara. Keep it up, and you might actually be a challenge someday.”

Her face said it all. She was rattled, but she had that spark. I liked seeing it. She looked at me like she was trying to figure out if I was serious. I was. Kinda. Then, she shot back:

“Someday? I’m already a problem for you.”

I almost laughed. Her confidence was impressive, misplaced, but impressive. I glanced down, smirked. Let her have that moment.

“Of course you are,” I said, walking off.

Sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I never said that, lucky for everyone I did.

July 30, 2017

Maybe I overestimated how in control I am of everything; the game, the rookie, and my body.

We were playing again, tensions running high. It was bound to happen. O’Hara wanted her moment, wanted to prove herself. And me? I wasn’t giving her an inch. Then, somewhere in the third quarter, it happened.

I saw her coming, her eyes locked on me with a mix of defiance and determination. She made a quick drive, cutting to the basket with an intensity that almost made me respect her. But I wasn’t about to let a rookie get one over on me. I slammed into her, blocking her path with enough force to knock her off balance. She hit the floor hard, her elbows scraping against the court. The whistle blew, and for a moment, I watched her lay there, her frustration almost palpable.

“Get up,” I muttered, standing over her. “You’re gonna need more than that to take me down, rook”

I saw the anger in her eyes as she pushed herself up, pressing her chest on mine. Damn, was she this tall the whole time? The way she glared at me, it was almost as if she was daring me to push her further. “You think you’re untouchable? Just fucking wait.”

My smirk didn’t waver. I’d seen that fire in rookies before, puffed up, ready to prove themselves. “I don’t think, O’Hara. I know.” I said with the most arrogant tone I owned.

“Oh you’re just a fucking bitch, aren’t you?” Before I could react further, she shoved me hard. Everyone erupted into chaos. I felt the rush of adrenaline as I moved to shove her back, but the moment I lunged, my teammates were already there, hands gripping my arms and holding me back.

O’Hara wasn’t any better off. Many of her teammates were swarming around her, trying to pull her away from me. I could see the frustration in her eyes as she struggled against their hold, her fists clenched and ready to throw.

Fun fact about fights: when you need the strength of 4 pro basketball players to hold you back, it makes you look really fucking dangerous.

We both tried to break through the human barriers restraining us. I could almost feel the impact of our fists connecting, the unfinished fight burning in my veins. But with every struggle, every strained push against the hands holding us back, the reality set in: we were not going to get to finish this here.

I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the cameras, the refs, or the impending technical. All I cared about was feeling that fire she was throwing at me. I wanted her to know what it felt like to face me, to try and break through the wall I’d built around myself.

Eventually, the refs managed to get us both under control, leading us to opposite sides of the court. As I was pulled away, I couldn’t help but glance back at O’Hara, her eyes still blazing with that same fire. Despite the chaos, a small part of me felt a twisted respect for her, a rookie who was not just willing to challenge me, but was ready to throw down if necessary.

The arena buzzed with excitement and disbelief as we were separated, but the fight between us was far from over.

That was the moment I knew this kid wasn’t going anywhere. And maybe, just maybe, I’d finally met someone who could keep up.

Little did I know.

Fucking Victoria.

"Rivalry Ignites: O’Hara and Taurasi Get into Fiery Altercation During Friday Game"

"San Antonio Stars Victoria O’Hara Adidas Grey and Black Edition Player Jersey | SOLD OUT"

Requests are Open!

Masterlist

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Chapter V: “Victoria O’Hara Looses Her Fucking Mind. Again!” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: V is loosing her shit (one more time) and Diana being the menace she is, and barely noticeable alcohol consumption

A/N: honestly guys I think I ate this time, with all due respect I fucking love this chapter that’s it. I know I said this would be out last week but I’m a struggling college student and I wanted this chapter to be extra fucking perfect, I just hope you guys love it like I do. Per usual you already know the drill, English is not my first language so yeah just lmk if my dumbass self screwed somewhere so I can change it and not embarrass myself, likes reblogs and comments(!!!) are highly appreciated and my ask box is always open for whatever you want to tell me. With nothing more to say, enjoy. Love Sof :))

Making headlines masterlist

“From Enemies to Allies? The All-Star Weekend Just Got a Lot More Interesting with O’Hara and Taurasi Both On Team Delle Donne!”

I hated her. And I wanted her. And I didn’t know which feeling was stronger.

I hated it.

She was going to be on my side, and I hated it. But I hated more the fact that she was the only thing clouding my mind right now. I just made the All-Star team, and my thoughts went straight to her.

Her words, her voice, her talent, her body, her hands, her lips, her hips—

Stop. It. Right. There.

I shook my head as I stepped onto the court, the noise of the crowd surrounding me, but it felt muted in comparison to the chaos inside my mind. Diana Taurasi was a living legend, and now I had to play alongside her. I had spent months battling against her on the court, and now she was going to be my teammate.

Great. Just what I needed.

As the game began, I focused on my breathing, trying to block out the fact that she was always right beside me, moving with that effortless grace that had everyone talking. The first few minutes were a blur of adrenaline and deafening cheers, the thrill of the crowd igniting a fire in me. I was quick on my feet, executing plays and sinking shots. But every time I caught a glimpse of Diana out of the corner of my eye, a rush of irritation mixed with something dangerously close to desire surged through me.

“Nice pass!” she called out after I made an assist, and my heart raced, my body responding to her enthusiasm despite my annoyance. I shot her a glare, determined to keep my focus. “Shut your mouth and focus on the game, Taurasi.”

She chuckled, that infuriating laugh that somehow sent butterflies through me. “Just saying, kid. You might actually be useful.”

As the game wore on, we fell into a rhythm. The crowd erupted every time we executed a play, the energy lifting me higher with each basket. But every time Diana scored or made a defensive stop, I could feel the heat radiating from her, and it made my competitive spirit flare. I hated that I was so drawn to her.

I was that stupid moth who crashed against the glass of the lighting bulb.

By the end of the first half, we were in the lead, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. But as we huddled together, I could feel her presence just behind me, an electric charge that made it hard to concentrate on the coach’s strategy. I forced myself to focus on the game plan, but all I could think about was how close she was, how I could feel the warmth radiating off her.

After the final buzzer sounded, signaling our victory, the cheers of the crowd washed over me like a tidal wave. But before I could relish the win, I turned to find Diana standing right there, a triumphant grin plastered across her face. “See? Not so bad playing with me, huh?”

“Don’t push it,” I shot back, unable to hide the smirk threatening to break through.

She stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s wrong baby?”

My arms fell, as I walked to be just beside her, my lips close to her ear, my heart racing for reasons I refused to acknowledge. “I said don’t fucking push it”

“Star Power: O’Hara and Taurasi Prove They’re a Force to Be Reckoned With”

With that, we made our way to the after-party, the tension sizzling between us like a live wire. The place was packed, music blasting and lights flashing in every direction. I grabbed a drink, needing something to cool the heat rising in my cheeks from our earlier banter. But as the night wore on, and the small talk with people who I didn’t really care about, but for some reason they cared about me turned poisoned, I couldn’t shake the feeling of her presence. It was intoxicating and maddening all at once.

The atmosphere was full with excitement, laughter spilling from all corners of the room. I tried to drown out the noise, but every beat of the music seemed to pulse in time with my heart, and every glance in Diana’s direction sent a rush of heat through me.

I caught her across the room, chatting animatedly with some teammates, her laughter cutting through the crowd like a siren call. I tried to focus on my drink, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. The way she moved, the way she commanded attention, it was infuriating and captivating at the same time. I hated that she could pull me in like this.

“Earth to Victoria!” a A’ja nudged me, pulling me from my thoughts. “Girl you good? You’ve been staring at Taurasi like she’s about to jump off a cliff.”

“Shut up,” I replied, rolling my eyes even as I felt the heat creeping up my neck. “I’m just… observing.”

“Observing, huh? Is that how we calling that this days? You’ve got that look, like you’re about to take her out or something.”

“More like I want to beat the shit out of her” I shot back, forcing a laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

But the truth was, I was feeling anything but hostile. The tension was thick in the air, and I could sense Diana moving closer, the hum of energy sparking between us like static electricity. She was a force of nature, and I hated that I wanted to get swept up in it.

I made my way through the crowd, drink in hand, hoping to find a quieter corner. I stood on a secluded part of the place, the music now muffled for the walls that separated me from the chaotic mess inside, but somehow, it was peaceful, well as peaceful as you could be in a party, that was until I felt a presence behind me.

I didn’t even had to look back, my head just hung low knowing exactly who was there.

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light, even though my heart raced.

She looked at me, eyes glinting with mischief. “Let what go? The fact that we actually make a pretty good team? Or the fact that you’re secretly obsessed with me?”

“Fuck. Off.” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You know what? Every time you speak I actually consider throwing you into the nearest wall.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” she replied, stepping closer, the air crackling between us.

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “I don’t think you really want to find out.”

“Why not? It could be fun,” she challenged, her voice low, enticing.

I felt my resolve slipping, drawn to her in a way that made my skin prickle with awareness. We were standing too close, the heat of her body igniting something deep within me.

Suddenly, the playful banter shifted, and I was acutely aware of every inch between us. “You’re fucking impossible,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

“And you hate that you love it,” she shot back, her gaze steady, daring me to disagree.

I found myself leaning closer, caught in her magnetic pull. I couldn’t help it; the tension had become unbearable.

“Is this how you deal with the girls that make you feel threatened Taurasi?” I breathed, my heart racing.

“Only the ones that are pretty” she replied, her voice low and smooth.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pushed her shoulder lightly, my frustration boiling over. “How about you stop acting like a bitch who own the fucking place,” I hissed, but the fight was half-hearted.

“Yeah? How about I don’t” she smirked, pushing back against me with just enough force to knock me off balance. “Maybe I’ll own you too.”

I laughed, a sound laced with disbelief and desire. “You really think you’re the shit don’t you?”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a step closer, her breath mingling with mine. “Why don’t you find out?”

The room faded away as I stared into her eyes, the challenge hanging heavy between us.

And. I. Leaned. In.

I leaned in!!! Can you fucking believe that????

And suddenly we were kissing

It was raw and heated, our lips crashing together in a mix of frustration and longing.

It was reckless and intoxicating, and I hated how much I craved her. My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, I felt a mix of triumph and disbelief. “What the fuck Taurasi” I whispered, half-laughing, half-stunned.

Diana smirked, the challenge still burning in her gaze. “I really think you know what the fuck O’Hara”

And just like that, she left, but now there was an undercurrent of something deeper, a connection I hadn’t expected but couldn’t ignore. I hated that I was drawn to her, that the fire between us was undeniable. But maybe, just maybe, this was a battle I was finally willing to lose.

Wait did I really said that?

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Chapter IV: "Victoria O'Hara's Faces Her Toughest Opponent: Her Own Thoughts" | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: nothing really just Victoria loosing her fucking mind but that’s about it (leave hg alone she’s trying her best)

A/N: I cannot tell y’all how much I freaking struggled writing this but anyways it’s here, enjoy. Honestly speaking I don’t know what to think but I’ll let you guys decide if y’all like it lmaooo. Remember that English is not my first language so if you find something wrong please tell me so I can change it asap, as always my likes, reblogs and comments(!!!) are highly appreciated and my ask box is always open. Love Sof :)

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“Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

I can’t stop.

"But God, she’s still a little baby!"

I won’t stop.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter."

I can’t breathe.

“She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

She won’t let me breathe.

I woke up to ragged breaths, my mind struggling to grasp the thin line between the real world and my dreamland. Every word, every mannerism, every inch of her image replayed in my mind, ever since that day, ever since that game. My teammates went home to their families, trying to enjoy their precious offseason time. I didn’t. How could I?

Wake up, train, pain, train, eat, sleep, repeat.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

No.

"But God, she’s still a little baby!"

No.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter."

NO.

“She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

FUCK, STOP IT.

It was like running in circles. My muscles ached, my lungs begged me for a few seconds to breathe.

Wake up, train, pain, train, eat, sleep, repeat.

"Victoria? Yeah, you’re good."

I felt her lips brush against my ear, her whispers feeling like a thousand needles piercing my eardrums.

"But God, you’re still a little baby!"

Her scent crept up my nose like deadly poison, making me hyper-aware of her closeness, of how her chest pressed against my side, caging me, trapping me in her warmth.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that you don’t know anything about the latter."

I can’t breathe.

"You’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

DIANA, I CAN'T BREATHE.

I woke up, my covers on the floor, tangled in a mess of fabric that matched my chaotic thoughts. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the blinds from the streetlights outside. It felt like the weight of her words pressed down on me, suffocating me in the silence of my room.

I glanced at my phone—2:43 AM. I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that had seeped into my bones. I thought the sting of her words would fade, but they lingered like an uninvited guest that refused to leave.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her, taunting me, that smug grin on her face as she delivered her harshest truths. This was supposed to be my time, my moment. I had worked so hard to prove myself, to rise above the expectations and the scrutiny. But all I felt was the nagging doubt creeping back in.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and rubbed my eyes, willing myself to shake off the haze of sleep. The early hours before dawn were my favorite time to train, the world outside still, just as my thoughts should have been.

But as I laced up my sneakers, I couldn’t help but hear the echo of her voice in my mind.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. The sun wouldn’t be up for hours, but I had my own battles to fight, starting with the one inside my head. I was done letting her live rent-free in my mind.

The court on my apartment complex was empty, just the sound of my shoes squeaking against the polished hardwood floor. I dribbled the ball, the rhythmic thud a familiar comfort. With each bounce, I channeled my frustration into my training, driving myself harder than ever before. Every drill felt cathartic. I poured everything into the shots I took, the sprints I completed, the reps I pushed through. But even as I fought to drown out her voice, it echoed louder with every shot that clanged off the rim.

“She’s still a little baby!"

I snarled at the ball, my anger fueling my drive. I was anything but a baby. I was a warrior, and I would show her what that truly meant. Hours passed, my body pushed to its limits. My lungs aching in every breath I took, forcing me to rest, begging me to stop, but I didn’t stop. Not until I felt every ounce of frustration boil over into determination. Finally, as the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the court, I stopped, panting heavily. I stood in the middle of the gym, surrounded by echoes of my hard work, and let the silence wash over me. I might not have won that game, but I was far from defeated.

April 22, 2018

Something you must know about A’ja and I is the bond we shared since our early days in college, we’ve been close since my sophomore and her freshman year, playing together at South Carolina. We had shared everything, blood, sweat, tears, losses and more than anything, wins.

Whether it was late-night study sessions, grueling conditioning drills, multiple love stories and eventual heartbreaks, you name it.

A’ja was always right there beside me. She was my rock, the person who always knew when to push me harder and when to tell me to chill out and breathe.

When I attended the 2018 draft and I found out my very best friend was going to be playing with me at the now Aces I was fucking thrilled.

But when I started practicing in training camp like my life depended on it after last season, she was the first to notice. And she wasn’t the type to let things go.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

The words echoed in my head as I threw another elbow into the defender's chest, ripping my way through the paint like a battering ram. The gym around me full with energy, the hardwood floor squeaking under our feet. But all I could hear was her voice, Diana’s voice.

I won’t stop. I can’t.

Sweat dripped from my brow, stinging my eyes, but I was locked in. Practice wasn’t just practice anymore. It was survival. Every drill, every scrimmage felt like a test, like I had something to prove. Not to my team, not to myself, just to her.

I glanced over at the rest of the squad. They were watching me. Kelsey raised an eyebrow, Sydney looked curious, and A'ja, just stood there, arms crossed, studying me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t quite solve.

"Yo, what’s up with V?" A’ja asked, adjusting her headband as we set up for another scrimmage.

"I mean, she’s been like this since the first day of camp," Kelsey muttered, keeping her eyes on me as I lined up for the free throw drill. "It's like she's on a mission or something."

"Mission?" Sydney snorted. "More like she's fucking possessed."

I took the shot. Nothing but net. The ball snapped against the floor, but I was already backpedaling, ready for the next rep. I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care about anything except my game. I wasn’t going to be the same player I was last season.

Not after what she said.

“But God, she’s still a little baby.”

“Yo, V," A’ja said during a break in one of our preseason practices, her voice low so the rest of the team wouldn’t overhear. "You’ve been going hard, even for you. Something up? Or you just trying to outwork me?" She flashed me that signature grin, but her eyes held a hint of concern.

I smirked, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from my face. "Nah, just focused. You know how it is."

A’ja narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. "Nah, this ain’t regular ‘I’m focused’ Victoria. You’re grinding like you’ve got something to prove. You trying to tell me something?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn’t hide anything from her. "I’m good, A’ja. Just... trying to get better."

"You've always been trying to get better," she shot back. "This is different."

I shrugged, looking away. "Maybe I just need to be better than I was last season. Stronger. Faster."

She studied me for a moment, then nudged my shoulder. "This about that Taurasi stuff? From last year? 'Cause everyone’s talking about how you've been in beast mode since camp started."

I froze for a second. I hadn’t told anyone about how much Diana’s words had gotten to me, but A’ja saw through me like always.

"What’s the deal with you two anyway?" She asked, not letting it go. "You beefin’ or…?"

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, looking away. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

When she heard my dry response, she leaned in. "You don’t have to tell me everything, but... you know I got your back. Always."

I looked at her, my chest tightening with gratitude. A’ja always knew when to push and when to pull back, and today, she was giving me space. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still watching, still keeping tabs on me.

"Thanks, J," I muttered, using the nickname I had for her. "I’ll be fine. I just... need to get through this season."

She nodded slowly, as if she understood more than I was saying. "Just don’t wear yourself out before we even start, alright? We’re in this together."

"Always," I echoed.

Our bond was the one thing that felt stable, even when the rest of my life felt like it was spiraling out of control. A'ja kept me grounded, and I needed that more than ever, especially with Diana still roaming free in my head.

"O'Hara on Edge: Will Her Relentless Training Pay Off or Push Her to the Brink?"

June 10, 2018

"Victoria’s been putting in the work, hasn’t she?"

I watched her from the sideline as she moved with a kind of intensity that was hard to miss. She was laser-focused, every step, every shot with purpose. She wasn’t the player I’d faced last year. No, this Victoria was something else. It pissed me off.

Headlines had been swirling about the new-look Aces, with most eyes on A’ja Wilson, but I saw the shift in Victoria. I could see she only had one goal, and it was clear she was gunning for me. Fine. Let her try. I’d be waiting.

The game was intense from the start, both teams pushing each other to the brink. Victoria was everywhere, diving for loose balls, taking shots with confidence. She was playing like she had something to prove, and she was damn well proving it.

I couldn’t help but admire her fire, but I also couldn’t let her forget who she was up against.

"Keep an eye on O’Hara," I muttered to BG as we lined up for the inbound. "She’s got something fucked up in her today."

Brittney chuckled. "Looks like you’ve been living in her head rent-free."

I smirked, glancing at Victoria as she locked eyes with me from across the court. "Yeah, well… she’s about to learn a thing or two."

The game intensified, the back-and-forth growing more physical. I found myself matched up with Victoria more than once, the tension between us palpable. She played with fiery intensity, and every time she drove to the basket, I met her with resistance.

But she wasn’t backing down.

We collided during a fast break, and the ball went flying out of bounds. The referee’s whistle blew, but neither of us cared. Victoria shoved me, hard, and I pushed her right back.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I spat, stepping up into her space. Our chests nearly touched, the heat of our anger crackling between us.

"My problem?" she hissed, her chest rising and falling as she glared at me. "You. You’re my fucking problem."

"Oh, baby, you’re gonna have to try harder than that" The name slipped from my lips, a mixture of challenge and something I couldn’t quite define.

Her eyes widened for a split second, caught off guard. "Don’t call me that."

"What? Baby?"

The whistle blew again, but it didn’t matter.

The referee's voice was drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat.

"You don’t want me calling you that? Too bad, baby. You’ve been chasing me this whole time, and now you’re acting all tough like you’re not playing into it." I stepped closer, our chests now pressed together, neither of us willing to back down.

We were nose to nose, chest to chest, and every inch of me wanted to either push her further or… something else. Something I wasn’t willing to admit.

Her nostrils flared as she clenched her fists, but I could see it, her composure was cracking. A slight tremble in her hands, her lips pressed together like she was biting back something sharp, or maybe something soft.

Victoria’s eyes flashed with that fire she’d been carrying all game, but there was something else lurking beneath it. I could feel it in the tension between us, the way our bodies were gravitating closer instead of pulling away. It was like the collision had unlocked something neither of us had the guts to admit was there all along.

"You think you’ve got me figured out, Taurasi?" she shot back, her voice low and dripping with disdain, but her breath hitched ever so slightly. I noticed.

I smirked. "I know I do."

That got her.

"You don’t know anything," Victoria growled, gripping my arm to prevent me from walking away, refusing to back down, but her words lacked the bite they once had. Her eyes told a different story now, one I recognized all too well.

There was no more space between us. Her hand was on my arm, gripping tight, like she needed something to ground her in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the flush of adrenaline mixing with… something else lingering in the air.

"Don’t I?" I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper now as I leaned in. Her breath hitched again, and I knew I had her. "You’ve been chasing me, baby. All this time."

Her grip tightened on my arm, and I could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling against mine as her resolve started to crumble. I could practically taste the frustration and anger rolling off her, but underneath it all, there was desire. Raw and unspoken, but there.

We stayed like that for a moment, just mere seconds, neither of us moving, the tension hanging heavy in the air between us. Then, slowly, I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. The intensity was still there, but her guard had slipped. There was vulnerability now, a flicker of something she was trying to suppress.

Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something, but then an arm thrown over my chest pulling me back snapped us both out of it.

I turned my head slightly, seeing Brittney, dragging me out of the confrontation. "You two done, or do you need a room?"

Victoria immediately released the grip she still had on my arm and took a step back, her face flushing red. I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, or maybe both. I watched as she shook her head and stormed off toward her bench, her shoulders tense, jaw clenched.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension. But as I stood there, watching her disappear into the sea of players, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.

"Yeah, I’ve got her," I muttered under my breath.

My heart was still racing as I sat on the bench, trying to put distance between myself and Diana. I could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her voice whispering in my ear, taunting me. And the worst part? I wanted it. I hated how much I wanted it.

"Baby." The way she’d said it, so damn casually, like she owned me, like she knew exactly what buttons to push to unravel me.

I sat, my elbows resting on my knees and my head down, trying to catch my breath, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to spill over. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to let her get under my skin like this. I wasn’t supposed to want her.

But I did.

———

I squeezed my eyes shut, my fists clenching as I tried to wrestle control back over my mind, my body. Everything felt wrong and right at the same time, and it was driving me insane.

"Vic, you okay?" A’ja’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I snapped my eyes open, quickly wiping at my face to make sure there were no tears. I didn’t want her to see me like this.

"Yeah, I’m good," I muttered, forcing a smile as I turned upwards to face her. She looked at me, eyebrows raised, clearly not buying it.

"You sure? Because you and Diana looked like you were about two seconds away from throwing punches, or making out."

I shot her a glare. "Don’t start, A’ja."

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I’m just saying. There’s a lot of tension there, and not all of it looks like the ‘I-hate-you’ kind."

"Whatever." I stood up pushing past her, heading toward my water bottle, but her words stuck with me.

Not all of it looks like the ‘I-hate-you’ kind.

No, it didn’t. And that was the problem.

"Rivalry Reaches New Heights: O'Hara and Taurasi Deliver an Unforgettable Game!"

June 5, 2018

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Chapter III: "From ROTY Glory to Post-Season Agony” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: bitch Diana and random disclaimer I know that in order to be eliminated they have to play two games against phoenix but for the sake of the story it’s just going to be one, and let’s pretend the stars made it to playoffs that year and that they were not absolutely demolished like they were in real life lmao

A/N: I wanna thank y’all so much for the support to this story I swear I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it, I wanna start building Vico’s relationship with her teammates and we are so close to finally seeing A’ja x Vic on the story and I’m so damn excited. Sorry for the slow burn but I love it and I wanna make u guys crave it for a little bit longer. As always English is not my first language so if you see something wrong please tell me so I can change it asap, comments are super appreciated and my ask box is always open. Also if you have any ideas or requests for this story send them through!!! I would really love to see what you guys want because your wish is my command. Love Sof :)

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The last practice before the playoffs had that familiar intensity, but this time, something felt different. I could sense it in the air, a mix of anticipation, nerves, and something I couldn’t quite place. I knew this feeling too well. The playoffs were around the corner, but today held something more.

We had been on a hot streak, our team coming together at the perfect moment, and I was determined to keep the momentum going. My rookie season had been a rollercoaster, with every moment pushing me to my limits. Now, standing on the brink of the playoffs, I felt like everything was about to come to a head.

Vickie gathered us in the middle of the court, her voice cutting through the buzzing tension. “Alright, listen up,” she said, her tone commanding our full attention. “Before we wrap up practice, I have some news to share.”

The media girl was now there, recording everything, holy fuck.

I glanced around at my teammates, my gaze finding Sydney’s who just rose her eyebrows and sent me an excited smile, the murmur of whispers filling the gaps in the silence. Everyone was on edge, wondering what was coming next.

“Victoria,” Coach called out, her gaze locking onto mine. I froze.

My heart skipped a beat. Why was she singling me out? My mind raced, sifting through any possible mistake or misstep I could have made. But nothing came to mind. I had been busting my ass in every practice.

“You’ve been a standout all season,” Coach began, her voice steady but filled with pride. “You’ve shown incredible growth, both as a player and as a fighter. Every game, every moment, you’ve given it your all.”

I could feel the eyes of my teammates on me, the weight of the moment growing heavier by the second.

“And because of that,” Coach continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “you’ve been named Rookie of the Year.”

It felt like time froze. The words didn’t immediately register, like my brain refused to accept what I had just heard. Rookie of the Year? Me?

My teammates erupted into cheers, and before I knew it, Syd was pulling me into a bear hug, screaming at the top of her lungs, her excitement infectious. “Vic! Rookie of the Year, baby! You earned it!”

I blinked, still trying to wrap my mind around the announcement. Rookie of the Year. The title echoed in my mind, and suddenly, it was real. Every late-night gym session, every brutal practice, every bit of sweat and pain, it had led to this.

Coach stepped forward, her voice quieter now, meant only for me. “You deserve it, Victoria. Now take this into the playoffs and show them what you’re made of.”

“Thank you, Coach,” I muttered, my voice thick with emotion. “Who’s freaking rookie of the year” Dearica yelled.

“I’m fucking Rookie of the year people”

"Victoria O’Hara Shines Bright: Named 2024 WNBA Rookie of the Year"

As the cheers died down and practice resumed, I could feel a strange weight lift off my shoulders. It was validation, everything I had been fighting for since day one was recognized. I was someone in this league now. Rookie of the Year wasn’t just a title; it was a statement.

But my mind can play funny tricks to me sometimes and as much as I wanted to revel in the moment, my thoughts drifted, as they always did, to the reaction of the only person that mattered to me at that time: Diana.

I know I know, fucking pathetic.

She had been a constant thorn in my side all season, pushing and pulling at me like we were playing an entirely different game than the one on the court. I knew she’d hear about this. Hell, she probably already did.

Would it matter to her? Would she see me differently now?

I doubted it.

A part of me wondered if it was enough, not for everyone but for her. The doubt gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let miss Diana fucking Taurasi take that away from me.

As practice wound down, Sydney threw her arm around my shoulders, a grin plastered on her face. “Alright, Rookie of the Year, ready to tear that fucking oldie up in the playoffs?”

I smirked, my confidence coming back. “Shut up, I’m the only one that gets to call her fucking oldie. But baby you know it, lets go tear that fucking grandma”

This wasn’t just about the playoffs. This was about proving I was more than just a good rookie. It was about beating the best.

And that meant Diana.

I should’ve wished harder for that one though…

September 6, 2017

There’s something about the playoffs. The energy in the arena is different, charged, almost electric. The stakes are higher, the pressure suffocating. Today, it felt like the whole world was watching, and I could feel it like a noose tightening around my throat. But I didn’t care. This was my moment.

God are you listening? Do you hate me? Or maybe you just find my fucking bad luck very amusing. Because what were the odds that my first match of the playoffs was not only the first one but against fucking Phoenix.

(Actually it wasn’t odd at all like that’s how team placements work Victoria)

But we needed this win. Correction, I needed this win.

And of course, Taurasi was there, a constant in my life at this point, it was like the universe needed her to be in every important mark of my life, looming over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if this bitch showed up to my freaking wedding, or to the delivery room of my fucking firstborn. Every time I looked up, she was there. Her eyes didn’t need to say anything anymore. They were just sharp, focused, and reminded me that no matter what I did, she was waiting for me to slip.

But I wasn’t slipping. Not today.

Am I though?

I played my ass off. Every rebound, every assist, every drive, I gave it everything. I was so locked in that I didn’t pay any mind to the deafening screams after the assist that made me had a triple double. The energy in the arena was feeding me, keeping me alive. My teammates were looking to me, and I was answering. Everything was coming together. For a second, I thought, maybe, just maybe, we could win this.

But basketball is a cruel game, especially in the playoffs.

Fourth quarter, three minutes left. We were tied, and I could feel it slipping. Phoenix was pressing hard, and I saw Diana smirking at me from the other end of the court, that same smug, irritating look she’s worn since the first game, I wanted to punch it out, but I couldn’t have another fucking tech because of her

“Victoria STOP STARING” fuck, sorry coach.

I could feel the pressure on my shoulders, the weight of the entire season, my entire team, like a thousand-pound anchor dragging me down. I didn’t know how much more I had left, but I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I caught a pass, drove into the lane, and spun around my defender, and then there she was. I swear to God, it’s like she just knows when to ruin my day. She bodied me in the paint, and my shot clanged off the rim.

Fast break. Two passes later, the ball was in her hands, and of course, she drained a three in my face.

The arena exploded.

I felt the floor tilt beneath my feet. It was like I couldn’t breathe.

One minute left. They were up by three. We had one chance, one final push, but by then it was too late. Phoenix locked us down on defense, and time bled out like water slipping through my fingers.

The buzzer sounded, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.

We lost.

I just stood there, watching Phoenix celebrate. The fans were on their feet, the flashes from cameras lit up the court, and somewhere in the middle of it all was Diana, arms raised, soaking it in.

I felt like I was going to puke.

I just did my first fucking triple-double, but I didn’t give a shit about that, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

I could hear the buzz of the crowd, the announcers yelling into their mics about how Phoenix had advanced, about how San Antonio’s season was over.

I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t.

I turned, feeling my heart hammering in my chest, and walked off the court. But during the post-game handshake, certain player grabbed my hand.

Diana.

I wanted to rip it away, but something in her expression stopped me. She wasn’t gloating, not this time. She was just... there. Human.

"Good game, O'Hara," she said quietly. "You played really well."

I stared at her, completely thrown off. This was different. She never did this. Not once in all the months we’ve been at each other’s throats. The anger in my chest flickered for a moment, and for a brief second, I wondered if there was something genuine in what she said.

But before I could even find a response, Diana’s hand dropped, and she was gone, back to her team, her celebration, her victory.

It left a sour taste in my mouth.

I made my way to the locker room, head down, hands clenched into fists. As I walked reporters swarmed, shoving microphones and cameras in my face. But I didn’t hear them. I kept my head down, not stopping until I was finally in the relative quiet of the locker room.

We’d been eliminated. Our season was over.

I threw my shoes into my locker and sat there, staring at the floor, trying to process everything. The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, making it hard to breathe, to think. I obviously wanted to make everything worse, grabbing my phone, typing Phoenix Mercury vs San Antonio Stars and started scrolling through Twitter.

And I saw it.

Diana Taurasi’s Post-Game Conference

Some reporter asked her about me. About my performance, about the rivalry that had been brewing between us for months. I thought maybe she’d give me a shred of respect after that moment on the court. Maybe we’d finally moved past all the bullshit.

But no. She did what she always does.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good. But God, She’s still a little baby! She still has a lot to learn. There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter. She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

Red. I saw red.

I stared at the screen, my blood boiling. The audacity. I should’ve known. That moment we had on the court? A fucking lie. She couldn’t help herself. Had to tear me down just like she always did.

I barely had time to process it when it was my turn for the post-game conference. I walked in, still fuming, but I put on my best neutral face. The reporters were already waiting, firing off questions left and right.

And of course, someone had to ask: "Sara García from New York Times sports, Victoria are you aware of Diana Taurasi’s comments after the game?"

Oh I was aware, I was really fucking aware. But this time I really tried to avoid conflict, I swear I did

“Oh umm, I haven’t been able to hear anything about it, sorry”

But I should’ve known those fucking scavengers where aching for the drama.

SO THEY PLAYED THE GODAMN VIDEO AGAIN

“What do you think about it Victoria?” Sara bitch García from NYT sports asked after the video stopped

What did I think about it, fuck off.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt smaller in my life, me, a 6’2 woman, who just made a triple double and won Rookie of the year, felt small.

I paused, letting the anger simmer just beneath the surface. Fine. If they wanted to play it like this, hell if she wanted to play like this, so be it.

I leaned forward, meeting the reporter’s gaze. “Diana can say whatever she wants. But the reality is, her time’s running out. She’s not invincible, her expiration date it’s really not that far. And Diana next time we meet? I’ll be ready. Trust me.”

The room went silent for a moment, tension hanging heavy in the air. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for something more, but I didn’t give them anything else. I stood up, nodded to the crowd, and walked out.

This wasn’t over. I was going to be better, I was going to be the best.

"Victoria O’Hara Declares War on Taurasi: ‘Next Time, It’s Going to Be Different’"

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