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plot: in which, a high school hatred can always be a mask for obsession

trope: it's complicated

pairings: wbb! black! german reader x satou sabally / reader x caitlin clark

warnings: foul language, marijuana use, sexual implications, toxicity (reader is toxic and possessive asf) satou likes to ragebait her

a/n: i was writing for bae anyways, its long overdue 🙂‍↕️ italics = german cuz im too lazy to translate 🙏 the vote tied between gabby williams and allisha gray so imma need y'all to pick who u want <3

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It was a healthy hatred, come from healthy competition. It wasn't like they wanted to kill each other..well, maybe sometimes. Overall, it was a healthy rivalry. It was developed in high school, nurtured in college, and carried into the WNBA. They were always each other's biggest competition. Satou was the unicorn. Y/n was the dark horse. They were like each other in many ways, polar opposite personalities, but alike nonetheless.

People never understood it.
Not their teammates.
Not their coaches.
Not their parents.
Not their families.
Not their fans.
Nobody could.
Just them.

They understood each other. So much they hated each other. They lit a fire under each other. A fire neither knew how to put it, just inflame. It was funny almost. Her biggest rival, her biggest competition understood her better than anyone else. She wasn't sure if it was the same for her, but part of her hoped it was. She felt like she understood y/n on a level nobody else could.

Nothing could bring them together. People tried. Friends. Teammates. Coaches. They all tried. It never worked. They were teammates overseas as well, and still, it never brought them closer together. They didn't need to be close. They hated, and understood each other from afar.

But, they were good on the court together. So good it made people question how much this hatred extended. It seemed as though it was non-existent on the court. But truth be told, it wasn't. They were horrible teammates to each other. Their coaches had to make plays specifically for them just to get them to work together. Fans didn't see that though. They saw combined stats. They saw championships.

But, with hatred came obsession...possessiveness, both could be applied. Satou tried to pretend she wasn't. Like she wasn't jealous of every single woman y/n slept with, everyone she dated. Quite the opposite of y/n. She embraced it. She wasn't just obsessed with Satou, she was possessive of her. She didn't like people so much as smiling at her. Not men. Not women. It filled her with rage. Especially when it came to athletes. If Satou was dating an NBA player, she would threaten him, make him break up with her without so much as an explanation.

It happened with WNBA players as well. When Satou dated Arike, and out of nowhere Arike just broke up with her without an explanation. The explanation? Y/n's possessiveness.

It was 2024. They were teammates again, this time for Germany's national women's basketball team. Thanks to Satou and y/n, they qualified for the Olympic tournament. It was great. Everyone was thrilled. The coaches were happy with the way they played together, and they hoped they could keep it up.

Now...Satou may have hated y/n, but her hatred didn't extend to her sister, Nyara.

Y/n knew this. She used it. But why would she use it? Right? I mean, it's not like Nyara had done anything to her personally. Well, what happened was, Satou's disrespect. She made a comment. A little comment about how they could've done it without her. Naturally, y/n reacted like well..how she always reached to things that offended her. She got petty.

She took Nyara out to dinner in Paris, told her it was to discuss basketball. The conversation drifted from basketball early on and they spent the rest of the night talking about other things, personal things. Y/n learned some more stuff about Satou that night. Then they took a stroll in Paris, y/n taking pictures of her, buying her little things from gift shops. She gave her the best time. Nyara came back to Satou's room gleaming about her dinner with someone she refused to name.

Satou didn't suspect her, at first. It wasn't until Nyara said this person had opened up to her about her dead "aunt" and the story coincidentally lined up with the exact events y/n told Satou her mother died. A story Satou knew was true. She had confided in her on a rooftop at a party in high-school. She knew immediately this person Nyara had the best night with was y/n. She waited until her sister left before leaving her own room to go pay a visit to y/n's.

She knocked on the door, waiting a couple seconds before the handle turned. Y/n pulled it open, a half eaten pain au chocolat in her hand, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. "Mm, did you know these are freshly made everyday-" Satou pushed her inside and shoved her onto the bed, y/n smirking below her and taking another bite of her croissant.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister."

"Beg me."

Satou huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "What did I do now? Hmm? Tell me. What's your motive this time?"

She pouts mockingly, her accent peeking through, "you hurt my feelings."

"Are you kidding me?" Her head fell back and she groaned as y/n took another innocent bite of her croissant. "What do you want?"

"Beg for my forgiveness." She finished the last bite as Satou rolled her eyes. "Oou, and get on your knees while you do it."

"I'm not doing that."

"Then I guess I'll just have to fuck your sister." She stood up, reaching for her phone and holding it up with a sheepish smile, "and I shall record it. Maybe I'll send it to you as a reminder not to offend me again."

Satou smacked her phone away and grabbed her waist to push her against the wall. She reached up to wrap her hand around her throat, although y/n was not at all phased. "You do realize, we are the same height, and assuming I lift more than you, I can easily kick your ass. This is really cute though. I love when you try to be intimidating. Like a baby Gazette fighting off a predator. Pretty like one too."

Satou sighed before pulling away, "stay away from my sister."

She grinned, stepping towards her and grabbing ahold of her waist to bring her closer. She leaned in, inhaling her floral scent. "Mm...I don't think so. See, I'm not going to leave your sister alone until I get what I want. And what I want is an apology. You hurt my feelings, darling. But I know you didn't mean it. You know exactly how much I mean to this team. I just want you to say it."

Satou sighed, "if I say it, will you leave her alone?"

"I will."

"I'm sorry, y/n. You're really important, and essential to our team. We wouldn't have made it this far without you." She spoke, refusing to look her in the eye but the apology was enough, thankfully. She was probably too tired to get anything extra from it.

"Good girl." She tapped her cheek with a smile before pulling away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, we have a long day tomorrow and I am awfully tired."

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After Olympic break, they returned to their WNBA teams to finish out the rest of the season. Satou came back to Dallas Wings. Y/n came back to Indiana Fever. The first day back, Caitlin was thrilled to finally meet her and be able to play with her. "No, it's so good to meet you. I've been watching from Germany. You're doing amazing. I am fascinated. I can't wait to play with you." Caitlin grinned, cheeks turning red at her compliments. Her accent made it even better. She didn't know she had a thing for accents until now.

"Yeah, I can't wait to play with you too. I was watching you in the Olympics. You guys did great for your first tournament." Y/n laughed, shaking her head in dismissal. "Oh, you don't need to lie. We do terrible. Satou's horrible under pressure. I'm surprised we make it as far as we did with the way she was playing."

Caitlin shrugs, not surprised to hear her bashing Satou. Everyone knew they didn't like each other. "I think she did pretty good for her first Olympic tournament."

Her eyes darkened possessively, a forced smile coming across her lips. "You like her?"

Caitlin chuckles awkwardly, shrugging her shoulder. "Uh, I don't really know her."

"Good. You don't want to. It's a waste of time. She's not a very interesting person."

"I'll take your word for it."

The season went on and y/n fit in perfectly with the team and Caitlin. Not that it was her first season with them. She was watching Satou's games during her free time, and sometimes those free times were at her apartment with Caitlin laying in her bed. One day they were laying down, a blunt between her lips as she opened ESPN to put on the Dallas game. "Why are we watching Dallas attempt to play basketball again?"

"I like to keep an eye on my teammates." Lie. She liked to keep an eye on Satou. She never once watched a Liberty game.

Caitlin hums, pulling the covers over her. "Can we order some food? I'm starving and your fridge is empty."

She tossed her phone with Uber app opened on it. "Use my card."

Caitlin smiled, ordering what she felt like eating as y/n's eyes were glued to the screen. She was watching Satou, studying her. But she wasn't just watching her. She was watching Arike, keeping an eye on her. She didn't even wanna see her touch her. Even if Arike had a girlfriend now, she didn't want to see her so much as send a smile to Satou. Her eye twitched as she watched, Arike's hand patting Satou's lower back after a timeout.

Caitlin's phone buzzed beside her. She picked it up, eyes landing on her boyfriend's name and contact picture. She grimaced, tossing the rookie her phone. "Tell him to fuck off. You're mine tonight."

Caitlin sighed before answering the call and holding it up to her ear. "What do you want? I'm busy."

She tuned out the conversation, squinting at the tv when she noticed Myisha and Satou laughing at the something on the bench. Her jaw clenched in anger, nostrils flaring. She reached for the remote and turned the game off, no longer in the mood to watch it. Caitlin sat it, tossing her phone to the bedside table. "What's wrong?"

"Lay on your stomach."

She furrowed her brows slightly in confusion, "..okay."

Another week passed since then. The Fever team landed in Dallas for the game. Y/n was excited. Excited for what? To stir up some shit of course. Her favorite thing to do. Satou was not at all pleased to see her, or play her. In fact, she was annoyed. Very annoyed. She knew y/n was going to be on her bullshit again. She always was.

It was the 4th quarter when it happened. Y/n and Myisha had been shit talking each other the whole game. It was confusing because usually Satou was on the other end of that. They were fighting for the rebound under the paint and Myisha got the ball but y/n smacked it from behind, her elbow hitting her head in the process. "What the fuck!" She turned around and y/n shoved her immediately. "What?! Do something! Come on!"

Myisha ran at her, and they grabbed each other by their arms. Y/n managed to turn her around and pull her arms back but their teammates were quick to get in between them to break up the fight. Satou looked at y/n in shock, "what the fuck is your problem?!" She ignored her, continuing to shout insults at Myisha. The refs called double techs and continued to call for ejections on both of them.

"This is fucking bullshit! You all need to be fired! She fouled me!" Y/n shouted as she walked off the court, the Dallas fans booing her, not that she gave a single fuck.

She got back to the hotel after the game wrapped up and she got a stern talking to from coach. She didn't care. She didn't even take Coach Sides serious. She ordered room service and undressed down to boxers and a white tank top. Her food got there quick and as she sat down to enjoy her meal, there was a knock on the door. "Y/n! Answer the door! I know you're in there!"

She hummed in delight, strutting over to her door. She unlocked it and couldn't even turn the handle before Satou barged in. She shoved her, y/n stumbling back from the impact. "What the hell is your problem?!"

She pursed her lips slightly, hands pulled behind her back. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"Don't play stupid. What was that? Hmm?"

She blinked, eyes empty, no emotion present over than jealousy shoved deep in her conscience. Her voice was clear, dry of emotiom. "She flirted with you." Satou scoffed, filled with disbelief at her ridiculous reasoning for her actions. "No, she didn't." Lie. She knew that. She was trying to get her mad. Trying to worsen this.

"I SAW YOU!"

There it was. Her rage. Her emotion. Satou scowled, "you do not own me, y/n!" She took a step towards her, "I am not yours. You cannot keep doing this! I know what you do. I know you're the reason Arike broke up with me. I know you're the reason everyone loses interest in me after a week. You are ruining my life with your possessiveness! I am a person. I have feelings, y/n. And you're hurting them. You're hurting me."

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

"No, you're not."

She looked away, hating to see the sadness on Satou's face. "Do you hate me?"

"Yes."

She took more daunting steps, Satou's mind telling her to back up but her body betrayed her. "Do you love me?" She sucked in a breath, unsure what to say to that. "Why?" Y/n got closer, so close Satou could see the water in her eyes, mixed with desperation. "Why don't you love me, Satou? Hmm? You're obsessed with me, yet you do not love me. You hate me. You can admit it. You can admit your hate for me but you cannot come to the terms of your love. Why is that, darling?"

Her eyes dropped slightly, "I care about you. Isn't that enough?"

"You need to leave." She turned to walk away, but Satou didn't let her. Her fingers wrapped around her wrist and turned her around forcefully. She brought their lips together before she could process. Y/n pushed her away, and Satou groaned in frustration. "What do you want from me?! I could kiss you- I could tell you I care but it's never enough! What do you want?!"

"Leave."

"No."

"I SAID LEAVE!"

The door was pushed open, they looked to see Caitlin standing there, brows furrowed in concern. "Is everything okay? I heard yelling."

Satou turned to her for the final time, "go to hell."

Caitlin moved out of the way as she stormed out in anger. She shut the door and rushed over to her teammate in concern. "Hey, are you okay?"

She took a breath, regaining her composure. "I'm fine."

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It had been months, long agonizing months since she seen Satou. Since she last felt her presence, inhaled her scent. It was driving her insane. The silence was suffocating. She felt lonely. She had no motivation to even pick up a basketball, let alone to be team captain of her team in Germany. A team Satou wasn't going to apart of this year because of Unrivaled. Oh how she loathed that 3v3 league that took away her love.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She had to see her. She had to be in her presence. The distance was driving her mad.

She got a flight to Phoenix, where she knew Satou was living now as she had signed with them during free agency. Y/n was honestly quite proud of her for making that choice to leave. Dallas was never good enough for her. She was never going to improve if she stayed there. And now all y/n needed was an address. She tried to ask her teammates but they refused. The next best thing was blackmail. After that they gave it right on up.

At least they couldn't say she didn't ask nicely.

She walked down the hall, stopping at Satou's door. She knocked a couple of times before she heard the click of a lock. Satou pulled it open, expression filled with attitude, clearly still upset about what happened in Dallas months ago. "What do you want?" Y/n let out a quiet sigh of relief, taking in her appearance, her beauty she so deeply missed. "You still mad at me?"

"No, I'm just excited to see you. What do you think?" She retorts sarcastically, attitude clear as day.

"Are you going to let me in?" Satou sighed, walking away and leave the door opened for her to make her way inside. She removed her shoes and coat, Satou stopping in the living room to turn and face her, arms crossed over her chest. "I told you, I wanted nothing to do with you." Y/n tuts, "Mm, no, you didn't. You told me to go to hell."

She shrugs, "same thing."

"I missed you." Her body weakened at her words, cold demeanor falling pathetically. She hated how much control y/n had over her. "The silence is cruel. You were never cruel, Sa." She took a step towards her, but kept a respectable distance. "These past couple months...I've discovered many things about myself. But the main thing? I'm nothing without you. If you want me to go away, I'll obey. I'll leave your life. But not without telling you this."

She took a couple more steps towards her, and even reached to place a hand on her cheek. Satou didn't smack it away, or scowl. She allowed it. "My hatred is a mask. It's a shield to protect myself from your rejection. Beneath it reveal my true feelings. I love you. You are loved. I send my love to you, Satou. You need to know that."

She sighed in relief, wrapping her arms around her, burying her face into her neck. It caught her by surprise but she wasn't going to not hug her back. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. "Took you long enough. I was going insane. I was going to get a flight to Germany. I was so scared. You haven't resigned- nobody's been in contact with you. I thought you forgot all about me."

"I could never forget about you, darling."

Satou pulled away to press her lips against hers, and this time she didn't push her away. Y/n pulled her towards the bedroom, confusing Satou so much she pulled away from the breathless kiss. "How do you know where my room is?" She peppered gentle kisses down her neck, "I downloaded the layout to your place."

Satou smiled, "aw, you did?"

She laid her down on the bed and pulled off her shirt, a bra beneath it. Satou eagerly pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to the floor. She reached for y/n's waist to pull her in, but she stopped her from going any further. She tuts, eyes gazing into hers, "I confessed to you. Now it is your turn. You left my question unanswered in Dallas."

"I've loved you since that night you confided in me on that rooftop. I never told you because you didn't deserve it at the time." Y/n hummed in amusement, recalling that perfect night. "I was a bit of a bitch in school..."

"The worst kind."

"Oh come on, you liked when I was the villain in your story." She teased, accent stronger than it ever was whenever she was in the presence of Satou. She masked it around others, kept it light. Satou smiled, "I always had a thing for villians."

She didn't like the sound of that. The plural in it. It made her possessiveness kick in. "No. You have a thing for me. Only me."

She liked it. "Only you."

It was nighttime in Phoenix. Y/n sat on her unofficial girlfriend's balcony, joint resting between her lips as she shuffled a stack of Uno cards. Satou joined her, blanket pulled around her as she settled onto her lap. "I'm gonna order food. What are you craving?" Y/n was quick to pull out her own phone and hand it to her. "No. I'm ordering. Get whatever you want."

Satou smiled in amusement, "you never let me pay for anything."

"Why have a wallet when you have me?" She retorts, blowing smoke in the opposite direction.

"Speaking of wallet...I'm going shopping with my girls tomorrow." Y/n set the joint between her lips before going into her wallet and pulling out her black card. She set it in her girlfriend's hand. She smiled, pressing a peck to her cheek in thanks.

It grew quiet, her finger tracing her initials over the dark skin of her bare shoulder. "Are you coming back to the W?" She asked quietly, almost scared to ask. She had no idea where her head lied in basketball ever since they announced she wasn't returning to play overseas in her off season.

"I'm coming back to the W, not the Fever."

Satou hummed as she moved to play with her unofficial girlfriend's curls, "why not? Thought you loved your precious Caitlin Clark?" Her tone was petty and jealous. Y/n liked it. A smirk curled up her lips, "she was nice, but she wasn't you. Besides, it has nothing to do with her. I just cannot stand Sophie Cunningham. If I have to share a locker room with her I may just drive myself insane."

She pressed a kiss below her ear, voice dropping low. "You could share a locker room with me."

She smiled, pulling the joint from her lips and pressing a peck to her soft lips. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

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It was a shock for fans when they seen y/n sign with Phoenix rather than staying with the Fever. A shock to the new fans. The old ones however? It was no shock. They knew the history between y/n and Sophie. Those two sharing a locker room would've been world war three. But, what did shock them? Phoenix. Especially because y/n and Satou's rivalry. They'd say it was worse than hers and Sophie's. Now she was willingly enduring a whole W season with her?

It was suspicious.

At first, they hardly got any content with the two. They were never in the same frame. That was until the commissioners cup started and they got more and more clips and moments between the two. Especially on the court. They'd smile, hug, joke around, and y/n would constantly have her hands on Satou. It drew rumors. But what really sealed it for the fans? The tunnel fits.

Satou was tired of not being able to get there at the same as her girlfriend, who made it official before the commissioners cup started. And honestly she just stopped caring to keep it a secret. She wanted to be able to comfortably hug and kiss her whenever she wanted without worrying about cameras. And y/n just did whatever she wanted anyways.

If she wanted to walk the tunnel together in matching outfits? Y/n made it happen.

If she wanted to hold hands in the process? Done.

At one point during the tunnel walk, the admin stopped them to ask a question. Something about Love Island, a reality TV show Satou made her watch. She grins at the question, "Lani. Lani needs to go." She turned to get Kalani's attention, the woman right behind them. She immediately agreed as y/n was standing off to the side waiting for her girlfriend, bags in her hands.

"Y/n, did you answer? You better say me." Kalani said, and Satou looked at her girlfriend, eager to hear her answer. "What's the question?"

"Who on the team should go on Love Island?"

"Lani. And I'mma watch this back so whoever says Sa is gettin' smacked. She don't need no island. She got love right here." Y/n answered before taking her girlfriend's hand to pull her along. Satou glanced at the camera in alarm, "she's joking! That's a joke. Nobody's getting smacked!"

Fans freaked out when that video released. It basically confirmed their relationship, even though their actions had done that weeks ago. Then came All Star Weekend. Satou was picked for Team Clark, but suddenly got injured. They picked y/n to replace her. Now they were at the hotel the morning of the orange carpet. Satou had people coming to dress them in two hours.

Y/n walked out of the shower, towel wrapped around her waist, the other slung over her shoulders to cover her chest. "You know, I was thinking. Your injury is quite...inconvenient, yes?" Satou nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going. "But, your PT called the other day and she said, you were cleared for the All Star game."

And she was caught. Wonderful. "It's still sore," she lied.

"Cute." She smiled, walking towards her, "now, tell me why you don't want to play. You were just beaming about being picked. What's changed?"

"Your whore."

Her brows shot up, taken by surprise. "This is about Caitlin?"

"Don't say her name."

"I thought we were over this, darling. You said you weren't jealous."

Satou huffed, crossing her arms with an attitude. "I'm not jealous. I just don't want to take orders from your slut. Then she'll think she has power over me. You know that's why she picked me! It was power move. She still wants you." Y/n rolled her eyes, "this is ridiculous. I end it with her almost a year ago. I promise, she does not want me. She picked you because you're smart, funny, and a brilliant player. You know, your jealousy is not attractive when it gets in the way or your own goals."

"When is it considered attractive?" She mocked.

She took a breath, not falling for whatever trap she was trying to set. She was not going to yell. She was going to stay calm. "I love that you feel the need to be..protective of me. But, I don't like when you let it go as far as interfering with our work."

Satou sighs, "I'm sorry. But, I'm still not playing. It's too late now."

"That's okay. There's plenty of other ways for us to have fun this weekend." She smirks, eyeing her girlfriend in those dainty towards that hardly covered her. "You're right." She grabbed her waist and pushed her onto the bed. "Satou-" she ignored her, climbing over her and pinning her wrists above her head. "Just let me have a taste. I skipped breakfast."

"It is too early for you to be this nasty."

Satou smiles innocently, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You like when I'm nasty."

She was quick to correct her. "No. I love it."

"Good. Try to keep it down. We don't want complaints."

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