ana . twenty two . lesbian . horror addict . men and minors dni .ᐟ
masterlist ⛧ snooze ⛧ mission jealousy
paige gf! texts ⛧ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
paige teammate! texts ⛧ 1 2 3
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i will not be writing for : emily engstler / any other suspected weirdos / anyone under 20 unless it’s sfw
i will not be tolerating anyone coming onto my account to talk about emily engstler or sue bird, FUCK them! i don’t wanna hear shit about whatever excuses you’ve made for them, keep it away from me and to yourself thanks.
also english is not my first language, nor my second so let us pls all keep that in mind in case i fuck something up lol
You’ve always liked the quiet hum of a plane settling after landing—engines down to a gentle purr, passengers filtering out row by row, cabin lights flickering brighter in artificial daytime. You’re still in the cockpit finishing your post-flight checklist, one hand on your clipboard and the other flipping switches with muscle memory that’s second nature by now. It’s been a long flight from Dallas to JFK, but smooth. Easy. You pride yourself on that.
You’re about to stretch your legs when a knock sounds against the cockpit door.
“Captain?” one of the flight attendants peeks in, eyes sparkling. “We’ve got someone kinda special onboard. Can you come out for a sec?”
You arch a brow, curiosity piqued. “Special like how? Is Beyoncé back there?”
She laughs, “Close enough.”
You unclip your harness, adjust your hat, and step out into the cabin—empty except for two of your flight attendants and a girl who, frankly, looks like she stepped off a billboard for Nike.
She’s standing near row 3, suitcase by her feet, blond hair tucked into a hood, face turned away as she poses for a picture with Malia and Jess, your crew. Then she turns.
And suddenly, she’s looking at you.
Wide hazel eyes lock on yours. Her lips part.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, just loud enough that you hear it.
You pause, suppressing the grin threatening to bloom. You’ve been looked at a lot of ways in your uniform—respect, fear, boredom. But this? This is different. She’s blushing. Her grip tightens around the handle of her suitcase like she needs something to anchor her.
“Hailey, this is our pilot,” Malia says, beaming like she knows exactly what she just witnessed. “Captain Y/L/N. Best in the sky.”
You give her a smile and tip your hat slightly. “Pleasure to meet you, Hailey.”
“Y-you too,” she says quickly, then clears her throat, composing herself. “Thanks for, um, flying. Like, the plane. Obviously.”
You chuckle, low and warm. “I try to keep it in the air most days. How was it? Decent landing?”
“It was perfect,” she says, maybe too quickly. “Like butter.”
Jess nudges her. “She’s a big fan of smooth rides, apparently.”
You let your gaze linger a little longer than strictly professional. “Glad I could impress you, then.”
Her ears turn pink.
You turn to the crew. “Y’all done swooning or should I leave you alone with her?”
You smile and gesture toward the jet bridge. “I’ll walk you out.”
She blinks. “Oh—you don’t have to—”
“I insist,” you say smoothly, already grabbing your rolling bag. “Besides, I’m curious.”
You fall into step beside her, the echo of your footsteps bouncing through the empty cabin as you make your way toward the exit.
“So,” you begin, glancing over, “what is it you do that got my crew acting like fangirls?”
She gives a soft, nervous laugh, pushing her hood down. “I play basketball. I, um… was at Louisville. Transferred to LSU. Then transferred to TCU.”
You raise a brow. “Impressive.”
She shrugs like she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but her smile betrays her pride.
“And what brings you to New York?” you ask.
She bites her lip. “The draft’s this week. WNBA.”
You stop walking, turning to her with genuine surprise. “No kidding.”
She shakes her head, a little breathless. “Nope.”
You reach out and lightly touch her elbow, your voice sincere. “Hey… congratulations. That’s huge.”
She smiles, a little dazed. “Thank you.”
You both reach the open door. The breeze of JFK’s jet bridge hits you. You take a breath, then open your arms a little, unsure why it feels so natural.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Her arms wrap around your waist, your hands finding her shoulders. It’s a gentle squeeze—firm enough to mean something, soft enough to leave room for what could be. She smells like jasmine and airport coffee. You hold her for a second longer than necessary, then pull back.
“Good luck out there,” you say quietly. “And hey, if you ever want to fly again, I know a pretty decent captain.”
She nods, lips pressed together in something that looks like longing. “Yeah… I might take you up on that.”
You grin and turn, wheeling your bag behind you, not daring to look back even though every fiber in your body wants to.
Behind you, Hailey stays frozen at the threshold, eyes glued to your retreating form.
And when you're gone from sight, she exhales hard, dragging a hand through her hair.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “I should’ve gotten her number.”
A week after the draft, Hailey Van Lith boards a commercial flight from New York to Chicago—row 8A, window seat, hoodie up, backpack shoved beneath the seat in front of her. She's exhausted, emotionally and physically. The past seven days have been a whirlwind—media tours, red carpets, interviews that blurred together, people congratulating her so much it almost started to feel surreal.
Chicago Sky.
Her name had been called. Her dream had come true. And still…
Still, she finds herself sitting here, fingers absently tracing the rim of her water cup, heart beating a little too fast for someone who should be on cloud nine.
She isn’t thinking about basketball right now.
She’s thinking about you.
It hits her the second the plane begins taxiing and the soft chime sounds overhead. The intercom crackles.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking…”
Her head jerks up.
Her breath catches.
That voice.
Your voice.
No way.
No way.
“…welcome aboard this flight to Chicago. We’re looking at smooth skies and a relatively short journey today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. We’ll be taking off shortly.”
The intercom cuts off.
Hailey blinks. Stares forward. Then she glances around the cabin like she’s waiting for someone else to confirm it. Did anyone else hear that? Did they hear you?
Her heart is doing laps in her chest now, thudding painfully in her ribcage. She knows that voice. She knows that voice.
She grips the armrest, lets out a shaky breath, and smiles to herself in disbelief. It’s you.
It has to be.
She doesn’t even know your full name—just that you’re Captain Y/L/N, that you walk like the sky owes you something, and that your smirk knocked her flat a week ago in a mostly empty airplane.
She cursed herself for not getting your number.
Now she’s on your flight again. The universe, apparently, is a dramatic romantic.
The whole flight, she’s useless. Can’t sleep. Can’t eat. Can't even pretend to scroll through her phone. Her knee bounces restlessly. Her eyes drift to the cockpit every five minutes like you’re going to magically walk out and make a grand entrance down the aisle. She thinks of your smile, the way your hand touched her elbow, the way you hugged her without hesitation.
She replays your voice on the intercom in her head.
She tries to come up with something cool to say in case she sees you again.
And then, all too soon, the plane begins its descent.
As the wheels hit the runway with a soft bump and the roar of the brakes fills the cabin, she swears her pulse spikes again. Another chime, another crackle of static.
“Welcome to Chicago, folks. Local time is 4:17 p.m., skies are clear, and it’s a beautiful day to start something new. On behalf of the crew, I want to thank you for flying with us. We know you have a choice in how you travel, and we’re always grateful when you fly with us.”
That last line has a different weight to it, like it’s meant for someone. Like it’s meant for her.
Hailey swallows hard, eyes still glued to the cockpit door.
You’re here. Again. By complete chance—or maybe not. Maybe fate’s just giving her a second shot.
And this time?
She’s not letting you walk away without getting your number.
Not a chance.
Hailey’s still seated, heart pounding like it’s game day at the Final Four. The plane is parked. The seatbelt sign dings off. Passengers begin standing, reaching for bags, shuffling into the aisle, but Hailey doesn’t move.
She waits.
Waits as the rows in front of her file out one by one. Her fingers twitch around the strap of her backpack. Her palms are clammy. Her mind is racing with thoughts that all spiral into the same core idea:
You’re here. You’re real. And she’s not letting you leave again.
Finally, the last of the passengers disappear into the jet bridge.
She stands slowly, stretching her legs as she slings the backpack over one shoulder. She’s got her hoodie up still, more out of nervous instinct than disguise. She walks down the aisle alone.
The cabin is eerily quiet now, empty and echoey. One of the flight attendants spots her near the front and flashes a grin.
“Someone's waiting,” she says, voice all sing-song.
Hailey blinks. “W-what?”
The flight attendant jerks her thumb toward the open cockpit door.
And there you are.
Leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, hat off now, dark hair slightly tousled from the headset. You look just as effortless as the first time she saw you—maybe even more dangerous now with that smirk tugging at your lips.
“Took you long enough,” you say, and your voice is warm, teasing, familiar.
Hailey opens her mouth, then closes it again.
You tilt your head. “Didn’t expect to see you on my flight again. Must be fate, huh?”
She finally finds her voice. “Either that, or you’re stalking me.”
You laugh, the sound making her knees go weak.
You push off the frame and grab your own bag, wheeling it behind you as you nod toward the exit. “Walk me out?”
She steps forward, falling into stride beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She’s never had a conversation feel this charged—like every word matters, every second is laced with something unspoken.
“So,” you glance sideways at her, “Chicago Sky, huh?”
“You heard?” she asks, eyes widening a little.
“I may or may not have Googled you after you walked off my plane last week.”
She stares at you, stunned for a beat.
“You Googled me?”
You shrug with a half-grin. “Had to know who my charming passenger was. Turns out, you’re kind of a big deal.”
Her cheeks flush crimson. “Yeah, well. I’m heading to do all the signing and photo stuff today.”
“Exciting.” Your voice dips, gentler now. “Congratulations, Hailey. Really.”
“Thanks,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Means a lot coming from you.”
You both slow as you approach the end of the jet bridge. The terminal hum grows louder just beyond the doors, but it’s like the world narrows around just the two of you for a moment.
You stop walking, turn to face her. You reach for your phone, unlocking it with a flick of your thumb.
“So,” you say, not missing a beat, “you gonna make the same mistake twice or should we fix that?”
Hailey swallows. “What?”
“Your number,” you say, offering her the phone. “You’re not walking away without giving it to me this time.”
She breaks into a smile so wide it crinkles the corners of her eyes. Her fingers are shaking just a little as she types it in, but she hands your phone back like it’s sacred now.
You glance down at the new contact. “Hailey Van Lith. Sky’s newest star. Got it.”
Then, almost on instinct, you pull her into a hug—warm, steady, grounding. Her arms go around your waist just like before, and for a second, she closes her eyes. Breathes you in.
She feels your lips move near her ear.
“I don’t know what Chicago’s got planned for you, but I’m really glad I get to watch you rise.”
Hailey pulls back, stunned into silence again, but this time she recovers quickly.
“You better be watching,” she says, grinning. “You’ve got front row seats now.”
You wink. “And a cockpit view, if you ever want to fly again.”
Then you’re walking away, rolling your bag into the terminal. You toss one last look over your shoulder, and her heart leaps again.
She stands there, eyes following you until you're out of sight.
And this time?
She’s the one whispering it under her breath, lips curved into a smile she can’t hide.
"Flight DL329 is now boarding to O'Hare." You hear throughout the airport as you rush through the crowd of people trying to reach your gate. You had hit horrible traffic in the city despite leaving early. Out of breath, you reach the last of the remaining line, feeling a bit calmer, seeing that you weren't the last passenger. "Boarding ticket miss?" The older gate agent smiled at you. You smile back lightly, out of breath still and hand him the boarding ticket.
The man scans the ticket and hands it back to you. "Enjoy your flight, Miss. Y/L/N." He nods. "Thanks!" You politely smile, and you head towards the plane. You find your seat and sit down next to a lady who was probably around your mom's age. The seat in the middle was empty, which you mentally praised.
You settled into the seat, putting your bag on the floor and strapping yourself in. Quickly, you send a text to your friend Hailey.
You: Made it on the plane! See you in three hours 🤪
HVL 🏀: Thank God! Text me when you land so I can head out. Have a safe flight 😘
You knew not to overthink the blowing kiss emoji, but it created butterflies. You have always had a small crush on Hailey. You two met at LSU while you were finishing your graduate degree and remained good friends throughout the years. You followed her basketball career and supported her in every way you could.
During those years, you slowly noticed that you had developed a crush on her. Not only was she just breathtakingly beautiful, but she was kind, smart, and talented. Being around her brought out the best in you, and you were filled with excitement to see her.
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You felt someone lightly tapping your shoulder, which pulled you out of your sleep. You look beside you to see the lady who was next to you with a polite smile on her face, looking at you. "Sorry to wake you, but we're about to land and thought you might appreciate me telling you so you can throw away any trash and pack your things." She says. "Oh! Thank you." You smile at her, doing just that as we descend. You checked the time on your phone and saw it was 12:25 AM. Right on time.
As soon as you landed, you texted Hailey, and quickly she said she was on her way. You were still feeling giddy about seeing her. You hadn't seen her since last year, between you starting a new job and her getting drafted to the WNBA.
You get off the plane and head to baggage claim, the airport being quite empty and quiet. The only things open were coffee shops and a McDonald's. You quickly made your way to baggage claim, which felt like an eternity with how huge the airport was.
Grabbing your heavy luggage, you made your way outside to wait for Hailey. The weather has been a bit chilly since it was October, and nonetheless, the windy city. After about 10 minutes, I see Hailey pull up in her BMW.
"You're finally here!!" She squeals as she runs out of the car after parking it and running straight towards you to hug. As soon as you felt her arms around you, you felt like you could melt.
"Feels like forever!" You smile, hugging her back. Letting go of each other, Hailey pops the trunk on her car and, with ease, puts in your luggage. Impressed that she threw it in there with no trouble.
"Okay muscles." You half joke and half flirt. Hailey playfully winks at you before we get in her warm car.
"Thank you for picking me up this late, by the way. I was so pissed when the airline changed my flight from 4 to 8 PM." You shake your head, sending a text to your mom that you made it safely to Chicago.
"I don't mind at all, and you almost missed this flight. Imagine trying to make the 4 PM one?" She chuckles.
"That accident wasn't even that bad for the traffic it caused in Portland; it was a fender bender." You shake your head.
"Well, on the bright side, it's late enough that there is minimal traffic here in Chicago. If not, it would have taken me who knows how long to get here and to get back home." She smiles.
"How come you came by yourself? I would have thought Nick would have come with you." You ask, noticing her boyfriend wasn't here.
Hailey seemed to get a bit hesitant as I mentioned him, as if trying to find the right way to tell me something. You look at her, starting to feel confused by her hesitation.
"Everything okay?" You ask her softly.
"We uh, broke up. Like a month ago." She says, biting her lip.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I had no idea." You respond, not knowing how to feel about the situation. On one hand, you felt for your best friend, but on the other hand, you were sort of glad because he was never the best boyfriend to her.
"Trust me, don't be. I ended things."
Your head snaps to her, caught off guard by her response. Part of you wants to push on the matter, figure out what happened, but you didn't want to touch on fresh wounds.
"Well, you have me all week to forget all about that. We can go get our nails done, go shopping, go bar hopping, go to the movies, whatever you want." You smile. Hailey smiles back as she drives.
"Oh, we're totally going out and having fun." She chuckles.
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The first few days with Hailey were great. You guys caught up, went out to lunch or dinner every day, watched movies, and went shopping. It felt like your college days again, and it wasn't helping at all with the crush you had on her.
"Hey, why don't we go out tonight?" Hailey says as you two finish up some takeout.
"Yeah? What did you have in mind? A Bar?" You ask as you throw away an empty plastic container of food in her recycling bin.
"Yeah, we can go to Nobody's Darling." Hailey smiles.
"Wait...isn't that a lesbian bar?" You ask about it because your friend in Maine told you all about it.
"It is, some of the girls on the team go there, so I thought we could check it out." Hailey says with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Yeah, ok, that sounds fun! Let me go get ready." You smile, heading to her guest room where you had been sleeping the last few nights. You put on some music on your phone on shuffle, and immediately the song Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko came on.
"Of course." You mutter to yourself at the irony of that song coming on.
After about 45 minutes getting ready, you were done wearing a denim jeans, a black long-sleeved bodysuit, a long leather trench coat, and some pointy-toed, kitten-heeled type of black shoe. You spritz your favorite perfume on yourself and grab your black clutch, heading to the kitchen to pre-hydrate yourself before the drinking that's about to take place.
Hailey comes out of her room looking jaw-dropping. She had on a red long-sleeved satin dress that stopped right under her butt and hugged her curves perfectly with some heels.
"You look amazing." You say to each other in unison. You felt yourself going red as Hailey smiled at you.
"I ordered a car for us, it should be here any minute." Hailey informs you. You not being able to stop staring at her beauty.
"We can head down to the lobby, though I suggest putting a coat over that lovely dress. It's 32 degrees outside and windy." The protectiveness you always had over her shines through.
"Good idea." Hailey grabs a black long trench coat and ties it around her waist before grabbing her small purse and leading the way out of the apartment.
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The bar was nice, dark, and cozy with a live band playing a great number of songs. It was packed, but not to a point where you couldn't walk or hear a conversation with people. Hailey and you sat in a nook with a small round table facing the small stage set up.
"That woman over there keeps looking at you." Hailey says to you as she scoots in closer. You look over to see a pretty woman with long braids giving you a flirty smile. You politely smile back even though you weren't interested. You look over at Hailey, who was giving the woman the stink eye.
"Why are you looking at her like that?" You chuckle, taking a sip of your espresso martini.
"Like how?" Hailey looks over at you, her expression immediately changing.
"Like you want to fight her."
"Am not." She scoffs.
"Sure..."
Hailey orders another round of drinks, but this time she gets us some beers.
"Beers?" How masc of you." You joke.
"Random question, are those the type of girls you're into? I know some feminine lesbians prefer it." Hailey asks her questions, kind of taking you off guard.
"I don't really have a preference. I just like who I like." You shrug.
"Are you seeing anyone? Is that why you don't go talk to that woman who keeps looking your way?"
"Nope. I've been single since college with a few hook-ups here and there, but I've always had my eyes set on someone else. Which is dumb of me." You admit. You knew this was the liquor talking. A waitress brings over the drinks, and Hailey tips her as we both thank her.
"Why is it dumb of you?" Hailey asks before sipping her beer.
"I know she doesn't feel the same way." You shrug, sipping your own beer.
"She's in a relationship?"
"Used to be, but she isn't into girls." You look at Hailey in a way you'd hope she got the hint. Realization sets in, and a look of shock plays upon her gorgeous face. Her blue eyes scan your face.
"Maybe... she is into girls." Hailey says, a smile creeping on her face. The song Fade Into You starts playing, and Hailey gets up, asking the table next to us if they'd watch our drinks and purses. The older lesbian couple gladly agrees.
"May I have this dance?" Hailey reaches her hand out to you, and you take it as she leads you to where everyone else is starting to dance.
You too get close and personal, Hailey wrapping her arms around your waist and you draping your arms over her shoulder. Dancing while looking at each other in the eyes, getting lost in them.
"I wish you had told me how you felt," Hailey whispers.
"It was never the right time, you moving schools, focusing on basketball, dating Nick, and me starting my career...plus the draft. It was just not something I wanted to add to your plate. Also, I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Our friendship means everything to me. Losing you would have destroyed me." You admit, Hailey's eyes getting glossy.
Hailey then leans in and kisses you. Butterflies erupt within you, and you melt into lips. Tasting the beer, but mostly the wine she had. Not caring that both your lip glosses were getting smeared.
"I can't believe you just kissed me with espresso breath." You joke, making Hailey laugh and lean her forehead against yours as she gently squeezes your sides, sharing another intimate moment.
"Let's pay the tab and get out of here. Tonight you're sleeping in my bed."
Note: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first proper wlw fic so sorry if I'm a bit rusty! Let me know if you want a second part to this 🖤
She loves being in the recording studio with you while you sing the song lyrics you wrote about her to her
Loves when you do the lawn mower dance in the studio with her
Is always curious how your voice sounds good without much auto tune needed
Kate Martin:
Drops hints that you should be Mrs. (Y/n) Martin
She loves your Sunday dinner cooking for her and her whole family on a Sunday evening
Teaches you how to play basketball whenever you wanna learn
And was so proud of you for making your first 3 point shot on the first attempt when you and Kate were shooting hoops for fun in the backyard
Paige Bueckers:
You fell hard but she fell harder
She admires the curve of your hips
She loves to touch you when the moment is romantic
Her hand on your hips followed by a sweet kiss looking at the view of NewYork city
At your cousin George’s wedding you’re the only girl she wanna dance with and she’s the only girl you wanna dance with so y’all dance together
Azzi Fudd:
She fell hard but you fell harder
Her hugs are so inviting and warm too
You love to gently smack her butt ever and any chance you get
And she just smiles and giggles
Angel Reese:
She fell hard but you fell just as hard
She loves the song lay it down by Lloyd and puts that song on repeat when she makes love to you
When you and Angel wanna go shopping you Lee the DJ and have the song not like us by Kendrick Lamar on repeat in the car
Loves to hold you
She fell harder but you fell even more harder than you could ever imagine
She gives you extra extra snuggles before falling asleep
Even when you and Hailey cuddle naked after a passionate night of sex she will cuddle you from behind with her arms around you and her thighs intertwined with your thighs
Will kiss you all over your face as soon as you wake up
