#making headlines

[boobabietch]

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 :)

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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

[writtenbyan-aries]

I heard some of you wanted to see the cover for Making Headlines 👀 well here ya be 😘

I’m also working on something.. and the only hints you’re gonna get is that it’s a part 2 to of the J’s.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Male gaze this. Female gaze that. What about my wide-eyed gaze, we're singing in the car, getting lost upstate?

[fanaticalthings]

Give me crime lord!Jason who's actually on good terms with the batfam. Not only would it actually be helpful when it comes to missions surrounding underground/illegal operations (Jason would be able to retrieve way more insider knowledge) but also I think having a supervillain family member that you're chill with is just untapped comedic potential that needs to be taken advantage of.

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Damian gets into a petty fight with Bruce, and the next day, instead of waiting for Bruce to pick him up from school, he calls Jason, who shows up in full Red Hood regalia and just rides off with Damian.

Of course everyone at school sees that Wayne's son just got snatched by Gotham's most notorious crime lord, so ofc when Bruce gets there, sees Damian missing, and hears a series of panicked whispers about a gun slinging, criminal biker riding off with a prince of Gotham, Bruce immediately knows what's up and just sighs, already anticipating the many publication companies he's gonna have to bribe to stay silent.

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Sometimes, they need Jason's help with intercepting certain illegal trades within the underworld of, not just Gotham, but just common areas where shady businesses are most prevalent. And when Bruce requests that Jason brings evidence of said illegal shipments to the cave, Jason will smugly respond with "I can, but it'll cost ya"

And Bruce is all exasperated like, "Jason, please, this mission's been going on for a month, I just want to get it over with."

And Jason's just looking down at the crate of smuggled materials, recognizes that it's highly sought after by many rogues (maybe it's machinery parts or rare chemical substances, etc) and ofc Jason's about to be petty as hell when responding to Bruce:

Jason: I don't think you have any idea how valuable the stuff I have is. If I sold this myself in my part of the underground, I'd make a fortune!

Bruce: Jason

Jason: Butttt, if you're not willing to pay me for this, y'know, despite being a billionaire, I guess I could just auction this off to another willing client

Bruce: Jason

Jason: I hear Lex Luthor's been cookin' up something new for Superman. I wonder if he'd be interested?

Bruce: Son, please.

Jason:

Bruce:

Jason: I'll give you a family discount.

And it's just a back and forth of this EVERYTIME. And Jason only does it when he's collaborating with Bruce. None of the other bats have to deal with Jason demanding money.

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There was one time, during a Wayne gala where practically ALL the kids (except Jason, dude's still legally dead), had to show up. And around halfway through, the Red Hood just crashes through the skylight and then just fucking kidnaps Bruce Wayne, in front of everyone. And of course the gala has to be cut short.

Meanwhile, Bruce, in Jason's custody: I CANNOT believe you, son. WHY of all times would you do this? You are GROUNDED, I don't care if you don't live with me anymore, this is just UNACCEPTABLE-

Jason, completely ignoring him, holding up a tablet with news article headlines about this incident: Bruce, look at this shot they got of me crashing through the ceiling, I look fuckin' badass

And then when the fam (in costume) come to "save" Bruce, in a blink and you'll miss it moment, Bruce catches Cass and Jason whispering something to eachother in the corner and them fist bumping before Jason books it out of there. He can already feel a headache brewing.

And generally speaking, I feel like the batfam could be way more efficient with this arrangement. You got the regular team of bats, investigating from above, as well as being able to infiltrate socialite environments as Waynes. Then you got Jason, who can keep an eye on all the lesser exposed and lucrative activities whilst he keeps the underground businesses under his control. I feel like it would be a win win situation that would be hella interesting to see explored.

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.14

[walnutsupreme]

[whats-in-a-sentence]

This was the second planet to be discovered in this system, but Gliese 581-c made headline news around the world because of its apparent Earth-like qualities.

"Human Universe" - Professor Brian Cox and Andrew Cohen

[peatbogpirate]

A low effort polar comic for today: important Antarctic preparations

[crosseyednpainless]

interview with the vampire characters + the onion headlines

[boobabietch]

Chapter VII: “A Game To Remember: O’Hara And Taurasi’s Night Didn’t End At The Buzzer” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: Smut :)

A/N: So, hello. I know I've been MIA, and I am very sorry for that, but I have a reason. First of all, per usual, college is kicking my fucking ass. It's clear who is who's bitch, and honestly, uni already put me a leash, okay? But I gotta say guys, this chapter is probably one of my favorites so far. Also, I've been taking so long between updates because I kind of lost where I was going with all of this, so I had to sit back, reconnect with all, and, you know, plan something new. But it's all good. Chapter 8 is already in the works, and honestly, it's kind of finished, so it should come very very soon, I want to say the weekend, but don't trust me on that, because yeah, I don't want to be that girl. But as I said, I loved this chapter with all my heart. I hope you guys love it too, because this took a while. As always, English is not my first language, so if you find something that is wrong, please tell me ASAP so I can change it, likes, reblogs and comments(!!!) are super appreciated and my ask box is always open. And I have nothing else to say, so I hope you enjoy! Love, Sof :)

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I told myself I wouldn’t lose my mind over this.

I told myself it was just a game.

I told myself a lot of shit that turned out to be fucking lies.

It had been weeks, weeks of pretending like my body didn’t betray me every time I closed my eyes. Weeks of pretending that I hadn’t spent every night tangled in sheets that suddenly felt too empty. Weeks of pretending that the kiss didn’t mean anything. That Diana hadn’t dug herself so deep into my brain that I couldn’t get her out even if I tried.

But now, the wait was over. The schedule had finally lined up.

Las Vegas Aces vs. Phoenix Mercury.

Victoria O’Hara vs. Diana fucking Taurasi.

I had spent every second leading up to this game trying to convince myself that nothing had changed. That she was still just a rival, just another obstacle in my way. I’d stared at myself in the mirror that morning, gripping the sink so hard my knuckles turned white, and I told myself Victoria, you’re being fucking stupid. This is just a game.

Not a rivalry. Not a friendship. Not whatever the fuck that kiss was.

Just a game.

So I walked into that arena with my head held high, my mind locked in. I was ready. I was going to play like a beast, and I was going to win.

And for a while, it worked.

From the moment the ball tipped off, I was locked in. My body moved on instinct, footwork crisp, shots falling, defense locked. I wasn’t thinking about her. I wasn’t thinking about anything except the weight of the ball in my hands and the sound of the crowd with every bucket.

I wasn’t thinking about her.

Even when we brushed past each other on the court.

Even when I felt the heat of her body inches from mine on defense.

Even when she fouled me, gripping my waist a little too long before letting go.

Nope. Not thinking about her. Not thinking about her lips. Not thinking about-

Fucking hell, focus.

So I did. I shrugged off the tension. I kept my mind in the game, not on Diana. And I fucking owned it.

Triple-double. Complete domination.

By the time the final buzzer sounded, I had done what I came here to do. We won. I played like a monster. I proved I didn’t need to think about her to be great.

I should have felt satisfied. Instead, all I felt was exhausted.

I changed quickly, barely acknowledging the celebration around me, just wanting to get to my car, to get home, to sleep, if I even could.

But the moment I stepped out into the parking lot, I froze. Because nothing can be that perfect, because god hates me, because there she fucking was.

Leaning against the hood of a car like she had every right to be there, arms crossed, looking like she had been waiting for me.

You have to be fucking shitting me.

I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face. “No. No, no, no. I am not doing this right now.”

She smirked, pushing off the car. “Didn’t even say hi first, baby. That’s rude.”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t call me that.”

Her smirk widened. “You’re really gonna act like nothing happened?”

I threw my hands up. “That kiss? Didn’t mean anything. It was the heat of the moment. Happens to the best of us. Move on.”

Her eyebrows raised like she was amused, like I was some little kid throwing a tantrum. “Yeah? Heat of the moment?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve been sleeping just fine since then, huh?”

I stiffened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She took a step closer. I took one back.

“You sure about that?”

I hated how easily she saw through me. Hated how her voice sent a shiver down my spine. Hated how I couldn’t run from this conversation because my body was already betraying me, drawn to her like she was fucking magnetic.

“You should go,” I muttered. “Go with your team to your hotel. I don’t even know why you’re here. Why are you here?”

She tilted her head, watching me like I was something interesting, something worth figuring out. “Because you haven’t stopped thinking about me. And I wanted to see what you’d do about it.”

I swallowed hard. I was so fucking tired. Tired of running from this. Tired of pretending. Tired of fighting myself.

“I just want you to go” I whispered, my voice cracking in a way that made my stomach twist. “This is my job, okay? Basketball is my job. That’s what we are. We are rivals in our workplace. That’s what we are. Nothing else.”

She stepped closer. “You know damn well we’re not that.”

And that’s when I snapped.

I shoved her back and tried to walk away, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to feel something other than the mess of emotions clawing at my chest. But she caught my wrist before I could pull away, and suddenly we were close, too close, her breath warm on my lips.

I hated this. I hated her. I hated the way my body responded like it had been waiting for this exact moment.

“You drive me fucking insane,” I whispered.

She smirked. “I know.”

Then I was kissing her.

It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t careful, it was reckless, it was raw. Teeth, tongues, hands gripping wherever they could.

And suddenly, I wasn’t in the parking lot anymore.

Suddenly, we were in my apartment.

Suddenly, clothes were on the floor.

Suddenly, Diana Taurasi was knuckle-deep inside me, and I could finally, finally, stop pretending.

She was everywhere, her mouth on my throat, her hands holding me open, her body pressed against mine like she never wanted to leave. And fuck, it was better than I imagined, better than the dreams that had kept me up at night.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was everything.

The hate, the competition, the year and a half of tension, the unspoken questions neither of us wanted to answer. It was the fire in my veins when she kissed me, the ache in my chest when she whispered my name against my skin.

It was need.

Her hands burned where they touched me, her mouth leaving bruises in places no one else had dared to mark in so long. My body reacted to her like it had been waiting for this, for her.

“Fuck, Vic,” she muttered against my lips, her fingers gripping my hips as I pulled her closer.

Vic.

Not Victoria. Not O’Hara. Vic.

Like she knew me. Like she had the right. Like she belonged here.

And the worst part? It sounded good coming from her. I could get used to the sound of my name coming out of her lips while she moaned it against my skin, while her teeth sank into my shoulder, while her fingers pumped inside me, knuckle deep, stretching me open until I was gasping for air.

I could get used to Vic being the last thing she said before she buried her face between my thighs, before her tongue flicked against my clit, before she had me gripping her hair guiding her deeper, begging, fucking begging, for more.

I could get used to Diana Taurasi knowing exactly how I sound when I break.

I could get used to it real fucking fast.

I gasped as she grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze, her thumb brushing over my parted lips before slipping inside. Her other hand trailed lower, teasing, just enough to make me squirm.

She smirked, voice low and smug.

"You like making things difficult, don't you, baby?"

I hated her.

I hated her.

And I whimpered when her leg hooked over mine, her hips pressing flush against me, the slick heat of her rubbing against me in a rhythm that made my head spin, arching off the bed as she swallowed my moans with her mouth.

It wasn’t just hate sex.

It wasn’t just love sex.

It was war.

Every thrust, every touch, every breath was a battle neither of us wanted to win. We just wanted to feel it. To consume and be consumed. To take and be taken.

I held onto her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded, and maybe she was.

Because when the world faded to nothing but the feeling of her, I realized something terrifying.

This wasn’t just sex.

This was her owning me.

And I let her.

I came undone beneath her, around her, because of her. And she knew it. She knew it in the way she slowed down just enough to make me whimper, in the way she murmured, “that’s it, baby” against my ear, in the way she never took her eyes off me as I fell apart.

And when it was over, I laid there, trying to catch my breath, my body thrumming with exhaustion and something terrifyingly close to satisfaction.

But then I heard movement.

I turned my head just in time to see her pulling on her clothes. My chest tightened as I sat up. “You’re leaving?”

She didn’t answer right away. She just zipped up her hoodie, redid that fuckass slick-back bun she’s always wearing, and then, then she walked back over.

She leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my forehead.

Then she whispered something, something I couldn’t even process through the haze in my mind.

“You’re mine, baby.”

And then she left.

I sat there, in the empty room, the only evidence of her presence the lingering scent of her and the dull ache between my legs.

I laid there, feeling everything.

The ache in my body. The heat still lingering in my skin. The growing, crushing realization that she had just wrecked me and left.

I stared at the door, waiting. Hoping.

It never opened again.

I exhaled, closing my eyes. I didn’t know what the fuck just happened. I didn’t know what we were. But I knew one thing

I was in so much trouble.

Requests are Open!

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[writtenbyan-aries]

Making headlines is coming. I swear. I’m working on it as much as I can, I’m just now getting into the spicy stuff 👀

[aeragorn]

Good morning everyone have we seen this yet

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[todaysbird]

i mean. isn’t that a reason right there

[estherlehnsherr]

Arcane as funny headlines

because this show has an iron grip on me

[iwatcheditbegin]

The most unserious tour