INFO ABOUT ME: my name is adele, im 23 and im very fruity (that´s basically the whole info lol), english is not my first language so bear with me, please, i´ve been on here for such a long time, but rn i have a little more courage to actually write something.
MY WRITING: i will write for any marvel girls (wlw), if it´s requested i can try write for someone else:) all characters in my fics will be portrayed as adults and 100% things are fictional! i can write everything even a smut and dark themes, but every story will have it´s own description.
I dont write anything with: rape, male!reader, if i think about anything else i will add it here.
ALSO! this is 18+ blog, minors do NOT interact, if you do so, you will be blocked, the same goes to everyone who doesn´t have their age on their profile.
do you have a master list for the love initiative? ☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰🙏🙏🙏
hello, anon!
I´ve been sick the last few days, so I wasn´t able to write or create masterlist, but I´m working on it and with next weeks chapter, there will be one!!:)
pairings: marvel ladies x reader (natasha x reader, wanda x reader, carol x reader, kate x reader, agatha x reader, rio x reader, yelena x reader)
an: not a new part, just some closer look on our ladies and their life before the show
Natasha
She posts mostly gallery openings, black and white photos, architectures, wine glasses that cost too much. Many art pieces, that somehow speaks to your soul. And one accidental selfie every six months, that gets 15k likes. Also everyone wants her to cooperate with her, so bunch of pictures with special brands and things Natasha is interested in.
Wanda
Wanda´s vibe is very cozy lesbian. Her posts are mainly about her journey on her garden, her new greenhouse she built, many sunset photos. Some failed baking attempts and few photos of bugs with the caption "look at this little guy".
Kate
Kate is really proud of herself and her achievements. She post slightly like the frat boy she definitely isn´t. Her posts are a golden trio, hockey, gym and team wins. She used to post awful memes on her stories, but thanks to her teammates she stopped. Something about being either hot or goofy, no between. Her whole vibe is somehow a hot athlete, that is full of chaos and disaster. Most liked picture is her team winning championship with the caption "Told you."
Yelena
Yelena gives off a vibe 'cool girl everyone wants approval of.' She posts mainly her bar and new drinks she came up with. But due to her friend, who works at marketing, he made her post more of her life as well. So there are few photos of her, her interests such as vintage movie posters, old cameras, books. She even made a talking story once, where she invited everyone for a special Halloween night at her bar. And to her suprise... everyone loved it.
Carol
Carol gives off cool vibes, until you read her captions and realize she is a full on using dad jokes. She posts captions like "Plane and simple." and thinks she´s hilarious. Lots of cockpit sunset pictures, workout videos, travel, photos with friends. Occasionally she posts some challanges of her and her team.
Agatha
Agatha has instagram just because she was held hostage to make one. There is absolutely nothing for months. Then some blurry photo of a dog, some random aesthetic. Her stories are even worse, random picture of a tree, one accidental selfie, that somehow breaks the twenty followers she has. She is the type of a account you follow, but you don´t know why. Some people found her being on The Love Initiative, so they spam her with comments 'post more.' And she never does.
Rio
She doesn´t post because she´s not sure how it works, but because she doesn´t want some random strangers to watch her life. But from time to time she post a story about black coffee, random quotes or even her work trips.
Also... Agatha follows Rio and Rio follows Agatha. Neither has liked the other´s posts in years. Both occasionally watch each other´s stories.
Right before the show Kate follows everyone. Wanda does as well. Carol follows everyone except Agatha, because Agatha once insulted a pilot movie she liked. Natasha follows and likes only few people despite knowing thousands. Yelena follows Wanda exclusively for plant content. But thanks to the show everyone is
getting hundreds of followers every streaming day.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, last one is the not so patient carol danvers.
word count: 1.3k
warnings: bad flirting
an: my phone broke after seven years and unfortunately, it's completely dead. I fear I've lost all my photos. If anyone knows how to recover photos from an iPhone that won't stay powered on (even for 1% of battery), please let me know!!
Outside of the door Sam dramatically dusts off his hands. "Alright, that´s all, folks! Thank you for tonight-"
"Oh, come on, man!" Carol is already halfway to the private room before he´s even finished speaking. The entire group bursts into laughter.
Sam points at her, "see? This is exactly why I made you wait."
"You didn´t made me wait, fate did!"
"You deserved it either way," Sam laughs, when Carol gives him a look, he puts his hand up in surrender, "joking… go, Danvers. Your kingdome awaits."
She gives him one last look of betrayal before disappearing through the doors. It was really unfair even for Carol, but the best moments are the unscripted ones. The second they open, the blonde steps inside. You barerly have time to register it´s her before she´s sitting down.
You blink, "that was fast."
Carol looks at you offended, "I´ve been waiting all night."
You laugh, "I noticed."
"You noticed?"
"You look like someone who is one second from filing a complaint," you shift on the couch.
"I am… all the odds were agasint me."
You smile, "were they?" You fake pout.
Carol catches on it and shift closer to you, "absolutely!"
You smile, "yet here you are, I have to give you that."
Carol nods, "yeah." Then she straightens a little, her confidence returning, "maybe it´s because I had worse odds."
"Oh?"
"Oh, yeah," she crosses her arms, "I´ve flown through storms, engine failures, impossible missions-"
"Engine failures?"
"A couple. Nothing too hard, you just need to find the right wind spot and because I am professional at my job, I always did." Her hand gestures the whole process, at least you think.
"That sounds… horrible actually," you tilt your head.
"Well, I´m still here," she smirks at you and that made you laugh. "So, if I can survive all that, I can survive being picked last."
"You make it sound like you went to war."
"I kind of did."
You laugh again, "I´m here now, so… I think you´ll be okay." Carol´s expression softens. "You know what they say…"
"What do they say?"
"The best come last."
Carol blinks at you, then her grin slowly coming back on her face, "so you think I´m best too, huh?" You burst out laughing, she immediately points, "I knew it."
"I didn´t say that!"
"You implied it."
"I absolutely did not."
"You absolutely did and…" she points at the cameras, "the best thing is, that I have it on camera, sweetheart." That nickname did something to your stomach, not gonna lie.
You shake your head as you make direct eye contact with the camera, "you´re unbelievable."
"I´ve been told."
"Worse than Kate I´d say."
"Okay, that´s maybe too much, I´m not a bouncy ball who was turned into human being. No, thanks." You chuckle and then there´s comfortable silence. Carol studies you not so subtely and you do the same.
"Do you want to continue talking about Sam and the odds or we can change the topic to you and me?"
Carol´s eyebrows shoot up, "oh?" You instantly realize what you´ve said. God. She leans forward, "'You and me,' huh?"
You laugh, "I walked right into that."
"You really did." A grin spreads across her face, "I like the sound of it, so no worries. I told them I´d win this."
"That… is another similarity with Kate."
"What?"
"The competitiveness."
"I´m not that competitive." She instantly backs off, since there is no way she is similar to Kate in any way. No she is unique. No Bishop similarities. You stare at her, tilting your head. "Okay, maybe a little."
"A little, Danvers?"
"Okay, a lot. But… not in hockey way, more like… more badass way."
You laugh and nod, "okay. But besides all the cool pilot stuff and impossible missions… what´s your like- weakness?"
Carol answers immediately, "Goose."
You frown, "Goose?"
She nods, "Goose."
You´re silent for a second, "you´re afraid of a bird?"
Carol´s face goes completely blank, "what?"
"You just said your weakness is a goose."
"No-"
"Yes, you did."
"My cat."
You blink, today is a long day, but not this long, or are you just losing your mind, "… your cat?"
"Yes."
"Your cat´s name is Goose?"
Carol looks offended that this is apparently shocking information, "of course her name is Goose."
You burst into laughter, she tries to stay serios, but it didn´t last long, "she is adorable."
"I believe you," you fix your hair from laughing.
"No, no, you don´t understand." Carol is already pulling out her phone.
"Oh, here we go…"
"Look at her," she holds up a picture. It´s a fluffy orange cat sprawled across a couch. Your expression immediately softens.
"Aww…"
"I know…" Carols smirks.
"She´s so cute."
"I know."
You notice how soft Carol looks now and the fact that she has Goose even as a wallpaper says a lot. Suddenly the cool pilot, the cocky confidence, the impossible cool missions are all wrapped in a soft feeling. Because she´s looking at this cat like it´s the greatest thing that´s ever happened to her.
"That is pure love right there."
Carol glances down at the photo, then back at you, "the purest."
You smile, "very cute." You two just look at eachother for few seconds, smiling like two idiots, but it´s sweet, not rushed, it´s meant to be this cute. Which to be honest suprises the both of you. Then, because apparently you´re feeling bold tonight.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Has anyone ever asked you if you´re autistic?"
Silence. Carol blinks. "Huh?"
You immediately move your hands around in nervous manner, "I don´t mean it in a bad way!"
"No, I know… I just… where did that come from?"
You gesture at her, "you like planes."
"I do."
"And cats."
"I love cats."
"And you talk about both with your whole heart."
Carol laughs softly, "I´ve never had someone ask me that on a date before."
"I like being memorable," you giggle.
"You really are," she thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs. "I don´t know."
"No?"
"No diagnosis, nothing official," she smiles a little. "But I´ve definitely had people ask me why I get so excited about planes."
"And?"
Carol looks at you like the asnwer is obvious, "because they´re cool, bonus points for being fast."
You laugh, "I think that´s a good answer."
"Me too," she settles back into the couch, "honestly… I like liking things." The words are simple, "If I love something, I love it completely."
You smile, "that´s nice."
She shrugs, "it´s easier." Then she glances at you, "and I think people should get to be excited about the things they love."
Something in your chest softens, because she´s sayin it so simply, like it´s the most obvious thing in the world. The timer suddenly says ten minutes are up. Both of you look up.
"No," Carol besically whines, "already?"
"I´m afraid that´s how time works."
"I disagree. How about we have five more minutes?" She looks at you the way you can´t say no.
"It´s a first day and you want to break the rules?"
"Not break them… I think I deserve it, I was waiting the longest!"
"I don´t think Sam would ever let you have another shot with me, so how about we won´t break any rules and I´ll see you soon?" You offer and Carol thinks about it for a second. "I had fun, so I believe we will talk to eachother again." You give her a small soft smile.
"I had fun too." The confession comes easily. The both of you stand up and you do give Carol a hug, not out of pity, it just felt right. She hugs you tightly, that make you feel safe and kinda happy she went as last.
"And you smell very nice, " you blush, you can´t stop it now, you just do.
"Aw."
"Don´t."
"You´re blushing."
"I know." She laughs softly, then starts walking toward the door, "goodnight, Carol."
"Nu-uh, you said it yourself, see you soon," she winks at you. Leaving you alone, the room suddenly feels quiet. Very, very quiet. You sink back onto the couch.
Seven women. Seven completely different conversations. Seven entirely different ways to make your heart do strange things. How on earth are you supposed to choose one?
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, next one is the scary rio vidal.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: still reality show flirtng... so not the greatest
an: thank you for all the support!!:)
Outside of the room, Sam is enjoying himself far too much. Carol would say way too much. The pilot shifts her weight for what feels like the hundreth time tonight. Sam notices immediately.
"Comfortable?"
Carol narrows her eyes, "very."
"Liar."
"Hostile work enviroment."
"You volunteered, Danvers," Sam smirks.
"I regret it."
"You regret potentially meeting the love of your life?" He pushes the blonde once again.
"No, I´m regreting you."
"Ouch. Too bad I don´t care," he shrugs.
Carol groans at his words. The rest of the women seem entertained by this ongoing disaster. Even Natasha´s lips twitch, Wanda is fully smiling and Yelena looks like she already place a bet with Agatha and Kate.
"You´re doing this bullying all night," she points a finger at Sam.
"I have no idea what you´re talking about," Sam shakes his head.
"You´re enjoying my suffering," Carol continues with her grumpy ramble.
Sam gasps dramatically, "I would never!"
The look on Carol´s face says otherwise. Without breaking eye contact, Sam randomly chooses another person. Looks down, then immediately starts laughing.
Carol closes her eyes, "no."
"No, indeed," he chuckles.
"You´ve got to be kidding me," the pilot throws her hands around.
"I´m not, it just means fate is hilarious," everyone is at least smiling now, only Carol is looking like the grumpy cat. "The next ten minutes goes to…" he pauses, mostly for Carol´s benefit, "Rio Vidal."
Carol drops her head backward and the entire group can´t help but laughs, even Rio. "Unfortunate," she says calmly.
"For you or Carol?" Sam asks.
Rio glances toward Carol, "yes."
Carol points, "see? I like her." Rio simply nods her head. Then turns toward the private room.
Unlike everyone else tonight, she doesn´t seem excited, or nervous, or eager, to be honest. Not that she doesn´t care, she does, but after everything she is still very patient, knowing she will get what she wants and she never has to rush.
The door slides open and you look up, making you sit straighter. Your body just decides it´s the correct response to someone like her coming in. Rio notices, the corner of her mouth twitches, "relax."
You laugh nervously, "I´m trying."
"Well… you´re doing pretty shitty job at it."
"Thanks, Rio." You clap your hands together.
"You´re welcome." Rio steps further into the room, her outfit still looking professional, sleeves neatly rolled. After few hours, everything about her still looks efortless. Which is deeply unfair.
She sits across from you, not beside you. And you´re not a big Colombo to know that it´s intentional. She´s giving you space, or studying you, or pretty much both. For a moment neither of you speaks. The silence isn´t uncomfortable.
"Are you tired?" Rio asks.
You blink, "that´s your first question?"
"You look exhausted."
You suddenly become aware of all of them, fantastic. "You´re reading me."
"Oh," she isn´t wrong, you laugh, not taking it as an insult. "a little."
Rio nods, "I figured." Her gaze drifts briefly toward your hands, then your posture and your leg bouncing up and down. Every tiny moment is easy to noticed by her.
Rio´s eyebrows lift, "reading you?" You give her a look, "occupational hazard."
You hum, " so what have you figured out?"
She studies you for few more second, even though she doesn´t really need to, "you´re worried about making the wrong choice." Your stomach drops, but Rio continues, "you´re trying to enjoy yourself while also treating this seriously and perhaps your last chance with love." Rio tilts her head, "and… you´re overthinking every interaction after it ends."
Now you´re just offended, "I don´t like this game anymore."
Rio laughs softly, it´s a nice sound, "you asked."
"I did, but you´re scary."
"Noted," the weird tension is now gone. After a few seconds of silence, Rio speaks up again. "What did Agatha make you think?"
The question catches you completely off guard, "Agatha?"
Rio nods. This time you study her carefully, trying to figure out if its a trap. With Rio, it probably is, but you asnwer her anyway, "she was fun."
Rio hums, "she is."
The asnwer comes too quickly, too naturally. Like she knows that forever, which… she has. You hasitate, but then decide to go for it. "So what´s exactly happened between you two?"
Rio´s smile appears instantly, "there it is."
You groan, "not you too. If anything you started with Agatha, not me."
"What?"
"The question."
"No, no," Rio waves her hand, "I´m considerably more cooperative than Agatha." That sounds suspicious, but she continues, "we dated."
"Okay."
"More than once."
"Okay." Now this is interesting.
"That was generally the problem," you laugh, not at that statement, just the way Rio says it, which makes her smile widens slightly. "we met at the wrong time." That sounds genuine.
You wait, expecting more, but Rio remains silent and you narrow your eyes, "that´s it?"
Rio tilts her head, "what do you mean?"
"That´s all you giving me?"
"I answered."
"You didn´t aswer."
"I absolutely answered." You stare at Rio and she stares back, unbothered and patient. And somehow you realize she is right, she did asnwer, yet you didn´t learn anything.
"Technically you did, you even answered more than Agatha did, but… not really. You used your power of manipulation.." you chuckle.
"I prefer the term redirected," she lifts her finger.
"That´s worse."
"It isn´t. I just don´t want to share my past with the whole country."
"I thought you would say with me," you meet her eyes.
"I wouldn´t mind it sharing it with you, just those guys," she nods towards the camera.
You soften and nod, "fair point."
Rio´s smile grows and for the first time tonight, she looks less intimidating, the big wolf is still in her, but smaller, or maybe more cute.
"It´s really easy to talk to you," Rio starts.
"Is that so?"
"Uhm, you don´t perform, you don´t fake who you are, you´re… you."
"I absolutely perform," you laugh nervously.
"You try… but you´re not so good at it. Eventually you forget and then it´s just you." Something in your chest tightens, because she´s right. Again. And that´s becoming a problem.
"Okay, fine… enough about me. What about you, besides your cool detective work?"
Rio smiles, "I´m not a detective, I´m consultant."
"Do you have a badge?" You cut her off slightly.
Rio laughs this time, she nods, "I do have a badge, yes."
"Cool. Very cool."
"So all this time I could just seduce you with my badge?" Rio Vidal is joking now and you love this version of her.
"Maybe," you shrug with a smirk on your face.
The timer suddenly sounds, both of you look up, annoyed. Rio sighs softly, "that´s unfortunate."
"Few more questions and I would make you talk about Agatha again," you chuckle and Rio smiles.
"No chance," she shakes her head.
"At least you´re honest," you chuckle as you both stand up.
"Always," the answer comes immediately.
The room suddenly feels smaller, she studies you one last time. "One piece of advice," you nod, "stop trying to predict how this ends." Your eyebrows lift, Rio´s expression softens, "people are rarely who they seem at first."
Something abut the way she says it makes you wonder whether she´s talking about the women or herself. Before you can ask, Rio steps closer, not enought to touch, but close enough to lower her voice.
"And for the record?" Your heart prepares for disaster, "I don´t mind waiting." You swallow, but you nod somehow, "good things usually find their way to me eventually."
And then she leaves, just like that, leaving you standing there. Wondering whether you´d just been flirted with, manipulated, threatened or all three. Probably all three. Which, unfortunately, is becoming a recurring problem in this villa.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, next one is the one and only yelena belova.
word count: 1.3k
warnings: the same as always... bad flirting (sorry not sorry)
an: the more i write for yelena, the more i yearn for that lady
Three more to go, thirty minutes in total and three beauitful ladies… it´s guarantee you will die. Somehow you feel like you´re on top of the mountain, but at the same time you can´t breathe at all. You can´t sit still, your knees are bumping up and down. It´s emberassing how nervous you still are. This will look bad on…
Camera slides from Wanda who is walking back to her place, to te women still waiting for their ten minutes to shine. Across the room, Sam and Carol lock eyes once again. At this point, nobody is enterily sure whether they´re participating in a dating show or some bizarre competetive rivaly.
"It looks like Wanda was scoring more than she will ever admit, looks like your chance are getting lower, ladies." He says, looking directly at Carol, with a teasing grin.
"Or the best are going at the end," Rio ads, she didn´t mean to, but she kinda supported Carol in a way. Which makes Carol smirk and nod, "very true," the blonde mumbles under her breath.
Sam, "whatever helps you sleep at night," his hand move to draw another name, "and the next person is…" another dramatic pause, "Yelena Belova." He smirks, "close Danvers, it is a blonde, just another not you, what a shame." He has to do it on purpose.
Yelena smirks and nods, already going to you, not waiting for anything. Sam can´t even finish whatever joke he has prepared. The second she enters the room, the atmoshphere shifts. Not the way Natasha or Agatha did, it is more subtle now.
Yelena stops in front of you, looks at you, "you look better, than I thought."
"… thank you?" Before you can figure out whather you´ve been complimented, Yelena drops onto the couch. Is that her way of flirting? You´re not sure.
She hooks one arm over the back of the couch and studies you, like it´s another thing to do this lovely evenning.
You immediately become suspicious, "what?"
Yelena shrugs, "nothing."
"That wasn´t a nothing look."
"It was."
"No, it wasn´t."
A pause, then Yelena smirks. "Okay, maybe I was trying to figure out which one got your attention the most."
"Oh."
Yelena nods, "the panic in your eyes said enough."
"It´s not a panic."
"I´m observant and you´re lying."
"You´re calling me a liar?" You tilt your head.
She nods instantly, "yes."
You narrow your eyes and Yelena narrows hers right back. Somehow it becomes a satring contest, ridiculous one, because neither of you is willing to looks away. Eventually Yelena breaks first, which is suprising, but the thought is gone the moment a laugh espaces her.
"Finally here it is."
"What do you mean?"
"You´re less nervous, that´s good."
You pause, because she is right. Everytime your anxienty rises, the girls have a certain way of calming you down. Kate´s confidence, Nat´s attention, Agatha´s chaos and Wanda´s kindess, it always calms your nerves. Yelena notices the realization on your face and smiles.
"See? You have a weak spot for all of us."
"You do that a lot," you smile back at her.
"Do what?"
"Notice things."
Yelena hums, "I own a bar, it´s part of my job to be good at these things." That explain absolutely everything, "you learn everything quickly."
"About people?"
"About loneliness," Yelena turns one of the rings on her finger, looking thoughtful, "people say a lot after midnight." You find yourself leaning in slightly, "also drunk people are basically toddlers."
You laugh, "that is very true."
"You are one of them, aren´t you?" She meets your eyes again.
"I wouldn´t say I´m a toddler, but… each time I drink I do have some sort of existential crisis," you admit, but even if you didn´t, Yelena would somehow figure it out.
"So… a toddler. Got it." Yelena exhales like she is annoyed by your answer, but you can´t feel any bite behind her bark.
"What about you? You´re a toddler drinker?" You push back.
"Me? You´re really asking that?" She scoffs, like you offended her whole family tree.
"No, of course not. You´re very cool person," your sarcasm is heard even on the other side of the clossed doors. Yelena stares at you, dead serious, but you can´t hold it anymore and you laugh right in her face.
Yelena looks even more offended, "I´m not a toddler, while I drink."
"Sure."
"I am not."
"I believe you."
"I don´t actually drink that much."
"I don´t drink much either, so with your logic, I wouldn´t be a toddler-"
Yelena cuts you off, "okay, fine… you´re not a toddler either, happy?"
"Not where I was going, but I´ll take it," you shrug it off.
"This conversation is stupid," her grumpiness showing.
"You started it," you point out innocently.
"You´re not so shy as I thought you would be," Yelena smirks slightly, as she sees how you´re responding to her banter.
"You´re not as nonchalant as I thought you would be," you lean back into the couch.
The conversation somehow spirals from there. The weirdest customer she´s ever had and how she punched a guy, who asked her to do so. The funniest story from her bar. The saddest customer she´s ever had. You learnt very quickly that Yelena truly remembers people, it´s a bit scary, but she does. Their stories, details, even names and dates. It´s like someone is collecting magnets, she collects people´s stories from her bar. At one point it shifts to you, your favorite movie, then she immediately asks why. You notice she is a bit movie nerd under all of that slicked look.
Before ten minutes are over, she speaks up, more softly now, "I thought you be trying harder…" when she notices to confused look, she adds, "to impress us." You just stare at her, thinking for an answer, which makes her shrug, "most people would."
The statement is simple, not judgmental, "I don´t know, I think we´re here for the same reason, to find love, even if it sounds silly… maybe naive. But… we´re kinda on the same boat. Is it bad that I´m not trying to be… I don´t know… someone else?"
"No," she smiles softly. "It´s refreshing."
"You must be tired from all the people throwing yourself at you… at the bar."
"Eh, yeah. Most of them are wasted, so you can´t even take it as a compliment," you laugh at her honest words.
Ten minutes are over and you finally see the real annoyed Yelena. That was all an act before, which is nice to know now. Maybe she is not so hard to read either.
"Well," you both say at the same time and you also stand at the same time.
Yelena adjust her jacket, "I wasn´t really sure about this show…"
You cut her off accidentaly, "no?"
She shakes her head, "too many people, too many cameras."
"Then why did you come?"
For a moment, she simply looks at you, then one shoulder lifts, "I thought that maybe I´d meet someone interesting, perhaps someone on the same boat as me."
Your heart does something unfortunate, so you just nod. Simple nod to that very sweet statement. Yelena smiles, giving herself mental scoring point for this one. Then she starts toward the door, halfway she turns around, one hand already on the handle. "I don't mean to brag, but anyone dating me gets 100% off all drinks at my bar."
"Oh god, goodbye, Yelena," you roll your eyes playfully.
"Not goodbye," her smirk returns.
"Go," you shake your head with a wide smile on your face, when you look back up, she is gone.
You can't stand the thought of the whole world laughing at you for being a gay mess over every girl in here, but you just can't help yourself. You've got two more to go, which means another twenty minutes of your heart rate pushing over 120 and praying you won't actually need the medic Sam talked about earlier.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, next one is the sweet wanda maximoff.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: awkwardness, but nothing more
an: i'm still not sure if I would love to be in the reader's place, or if I would die from gay panic
It's crazy what only ten minutes with each of these women can do to you. After the conversations you've had so far, you'd think nothing could surprise you anymore. Their eyes on you, the small lingering touches, the flirting, the attracive smell that is now mixing in the room. But no, you´re not used to it, you´re not ready for another one. At this rate, Sam is going to have to carry you out of this villa in an ambulance.
As you´re patiently waiting for another girl to come to you, outside is a pure chaos. The ladies are visibly fidgety and already wants their turn to steal your heart. Most of them are visibly fidgety. The only exception is Wanda, who waits patiently in line, fingers absentmindedly tracing the cuff of her worn flannel. Somehow she looks completely at ease, as if waiting in line to compete for someone's heart is just another Tuesday.
"Are you impetient, already?" Sam looks at Carol who is moving from one feet to another, moving her weight from back to forth.
"No. I love this waiting," Carol deadpans.
"In that case, I´ll leave you like the last one." Sam smiles innocently, but everyone knows it is not so innocent and he is truly capable of doing it.
"You can´t do that," Carol frowns a bit.
"Can´t I?" With that Sam reaches and drawn another name. "Looks like I can, next one is…" he makes a dramatic pause, not only for viewers now, but also for Carol as a punishment for her temper. "Wanda Maximoff, go on, the stage is yours or should I say garden?" He laughs at his own joke, that is definetly not a good one, but thankfully they can add laughing track in the postproduction.
Wanda walks without a pause to the room, where you´re sitting, her smile immediately reaches her eyes, making them sparkle even brighter. Not that you would notice her eyes or anything… Without missing a beat Wanda comes to you and gives you a hug, it´s a good hug, tight, but also not suffocating.
"Hi again," her voice is more at ease now. Somehow more soft and reserved only for you.
"Hi, Wanda," she smells faintly of vanilla and wildflowers, soft and warm Beneath it lingers something fresh and earthy, the scent of soil after rain. You two immedietly sit on the couch.
"How are you holding up?" Wanda asks, concern written on her face.
"Oh, it´s okay. New. But okay…" Very good response for a reality show, Wanda isn´t satysfied either, so she gives you a look.
"I mean it´s still somehow weird, I thought I would have the biggest issue with the cameras, but suprisignly I got used to them pretty early. It´s just… all these connections, don´t get me wrong, you all are super nice. Just what if I´ll decide just because I have to and then I will regret it. Not like I would, since all of you are truly remarkable people, just…" You´re not sure how to end this ramble, so you just shrug.
"I see," she scoots a little closer, but still giving you space, "ten minutes for each of us is truly short period of time, but you won´t decide based on today. Just go with your gut, that is always right decision."
"Even if it wouldn´t be you?" You tease slightly, trying to see her reaction. Thanks to the ladies before, you somehow got more confident with yourself, mostly because if anything this is a dating reality show, so…
Wanda chuckles, which makes your heart jump a bit, it is very beautiful laugh, "with broken heart, I would say yes, even if it wouldn´t be with me. Sometimes the flower you choose simply isn't meant to grow in your garden. That doesn't mean it isn't beautiful, it just means it belongs somewhere else, where it can truly bloom."
"That was very poetic," you chuckle, but not in a mean way and Wanda knows it. "You´re like the first one who isn´t jumping on me the moment the door opens."
"Patience is my strategy," you hum at her response, "and also very good smile, poetic metaphors and very, but very amazing cooking skills." She jokes, which makes you chuckle.
"I´ll take that," you smile, "what is your speciality?"
"Hm," Wanda thinks, her finger tapping her mouth, "whatever my future wife wants. What do you like?" Okay, that was smooth, you have to give her a point.
"Okay, I see what you´re doing," you chuckle again.
"I truly cook anything and everything. That´s what I like about cooking." Wanda answer your question.
You nod and you asnwer what is yours favorite thing to eat, "but it´s good to have options, so of course I would like to try something other than my usuals."
"I´ll keep that in mind," she smiles.
After a beat of pretty comforting silence, you speak up again, "so… you´re the type who likes to create?"
"Create?" Wanda tilts her head.
"I mean… you like to cook different foods, you´re a poet and you have a very nice sense of fashion," you compliment Wanda.
"Oh," she looks down at her clothes, then back at you, "thank you, but yes, I guess you can say I like to create. I have my own greenhouse for like… five- six years now. It´s calming in a way…" You nod, as you like how Wanda´s eyes sparkle even more, when she talks about her interests.
"But also very nerve wrecking, especially if you´re baking something for the first time and you just can´t get it right. Or when you finally get your hands on a Blue himalayan poppy and it immediately decides it hates you…" she laughs nervously, "it´s a fight, but at the end, when you see the final product, it´s worth it."
You smile, "I agree, nothing is more beautiful than the finished product and the feeling you have from it."
Wanda nods, "you create something on your own?"
"Um, not in that way… at least I think, sometimes I like to write, or read or… be linked with art in any way." Now it´s Wanda´s turn in listening to you, she nods, letting you know, that she is listening and you can keep going. "I feel like it is a safe space, no matter what you´re going throught, or where are you in life. Art is always there for you. At least when you have books and movies in physical form."
"So you are not a fan of online platforms?" Wanda teases.
"I don´t hate it in particular, but… nothing beats the moment you open a new book and you smell it, you can touch it, you see how far you made it, it´s more personal. I like personal things."
"That is true," Wanda nods, liking your point of view.
"But it´s not like I won´t watch stuff on Netflix just because I can´t touch it or something," you laugh, "just… I prefer the cinemas and the whole process of it."
"A whole process of seeing the movies, I get it," she nods as she leans more into the couch. "Are you the type to come early just to watch the trailers?"
You close your eyes for a moment, "guilty," you open them, "it´s part of the process," you shrug.
"And do you say, 'I´m gonna see this and this!' and then never go see it?" Wanda teases you, but once again, you´re very easy to read.
"You´re saying like it´s a bad thing, but… I do. I want to go see it, I just… I´m not sure where the error comes from." Your cheeks hurts from the constant smiling.
"Maybe you don´t like going alone," Wanda suggest.
"I don´t have a problem going alone, I like it actually…" you say clearly not getting her suggestion, only when you look at her, you get the memo, "oh! I mean… I wouldn´t mind going with someone to the cinema…"
Wanda can´t help but smile, "good to know that as well."
"I´m so used to going alone to many things, that I find it slightly weird to go with someone." You tilt your head at your own words, "now saying it out loud, it sounds very sad."
"Not sad, just… honest." Wanda smiles.
"You´re kind Wanda, but it sounds sad."
"Well, I´m sure plenty of people who will watch this show feel the same way," she places a hand on your knee and gives it a gentle squeeze. It's a simple gesture, but unexpectedly grounding. After a moment, she pulls away again, giving you space, yet you immediately find yourself missing the contact
"I completly forgot about that this is the national show and everyone will see it," you sarcastically say.
"Yeah, that´s…" she stops mid-sentence, "don´t think about thousands of people watching it and you´ll be fine."
"Thousands…" you repeat.
"I´m not helping, am I?"
"Eh, not really," you both laugh at the same time, after you two recover, you ask about her life, being more at ease, which means being more curious and bold, "what about your family and friends, you´re not nervous or anxious about emberassing yourself infront of the whole world?"
Wanda blinks slowly, thinking how to asnwer, for the first time tonight, she doesn't respond immediately. Before she can say anything, the ten minutes are over. Relief flickers briefly across Wanda's face. It's subtle, so subtle you almost think you imagined it. But it's there. Maybe the question was too personal. Maybe it touched on something she'd rather discuss another time. Or maybe you're simply overthinking.
She opens her arms for a hug and you immedietly take the offer and hug her tightly, "thank you, Wanda."
She pulls away and looks at you, "thank you, I had a great time with you."
"Likewise," you say as you two stare at eachothers eyes. When you smile, she smiles as well, the only thing that pulls you from eachother gazes is Sam openning the door.
"Alright ladies, ten minutes are over, let´s give a chance to others, who are patiently waiting," he says as he looks at nodding Carol.
Wanda gives you one last smile, before she is walking to Sam, out of the room. You can´t help but watch her as she goes, till she is fully gone.
How are you supposed to choose one person when every woman who walks through that door leaves with a little piece of your heart?
Maybe a poly relationship could work. Maybe you could date all of them.
pairing: marvel ladies x reader, (natasha x reader, wanda x reader, carol x reader, kate x reader, agatha x reader, rio x reader, yelena x reader)
summary: first episode of very dramatic and very gay dating show, with a lot of chaos, bad flirting and beautiful women.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: none just some flirting and a bit of drama (we´re staring slow)
an: first part of this fun series, wohooo, i truly hope you’ll like it! i’m super excited! happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there;) hit me up pls
"Welcome everyone... to the very first season of The Love Initiative!" The camera glides over sunlit villa, white walls, glass doors, pool that would be too big for twenty people and a lot of very pricey decorations, before settling on Sam Wilson, the host, standing in a custom burgundy suit.
"My name is Sam Wilson, I´ll be your host and before you ask... yes," he adds, smirking, "this is exactly what it looks like. Ten days. One villa. A group of very attractive, very single women... and one person who´s about to have their life turned upside down." He starts walking.
"Here´s how it works. Our contestants will be living together right here," he points at the villa, "bonding, competing, falling in love... or at least trying not to start unnecessary drama." Sam pauses, then shrugs, "actually, scratch that, there will definitely be drama." A quick glance at the camera, "you´re welcome."
Sam then gestures toward a seperate part of the villa, "and then there is the one and only. Our lead. The one making all the decisions. The one everyone´s here for." Sam smiles, "(Y/N)!"
"Now (Y/N) won´t be living with the others. They get her own private apartment, a little peace, a little quiet place to think... and to question every single decision they make over the next ten days."
"Each day, they´ll go on fun dates, face new challanges and get to know the women who are all here for one reason... to win their heart."
His tone softens just slightly, "and at the end of it all... they´ll choose one person. One woman to leave this villa with."
A beat of silence.
"No preassure, right?" Sam chuckles. "So get comfortable. Get emotionally invested. Maybe don´t pick favorites too early, trust me, never ends well." A pause, then a grin on his face. "because if there is one thing I can guarantee... it´s that sparks will fly!"
Right. So... this is really happening.
You stare at your reflection like it might suddenly give you an explanation how you got here. Here is a beautiful villa bathroom, that is definitely more expensive than your entire apartment back home, about to participace in what is essentially... a televised speedrun of your love life.
Which to be fair, needed help. A lot of help. Because if you´re being honest? Your romantic history could be summed up in three categories - almosts, what-ifs and that one time you thought girl was flirting and she was just cursing at you in another language.
You let out a quiet breath, leaning your hands agasint the sink. So the only solution to your problem is going on a fully televised dating show. Because if you were going to make questionable life choices, you might as well commit.
You straighten slightly, eyeing yourself in the mirror again.
Ten days. Ten days to meet a group of women who are all here for you. To go on dates. To figure out feelings. To... somehow choose one person at the end of it.
Your future girlfriend. Potentially your future wife. No pressure. None at all. Totally normal. This is exactly what well-adjusted people do. You huff out a small laugh, shaking your head. This is very normal gay experience.
The main hall is ridiculous in person. Beautiful ridiculous, to be specific. Warm golden lighting, tall windows, elegant furniture and at the center of it all is a stage framed by soft lights and large flower arrangements.
You stand just out of frame, smoothing your hands down the front of your clothes for what has to be the hundredth time, trying and failing to ignore the pounding of your heartbeat.
From somewhere beyond the cameras, Sam´s voice carries through the room, Unlike someone, he sounds very confident and overall effortlessly charming. "Now, before be begin, let´s talk about the person at the center of all this."
A large screen flickers to life. And suddenly you´re watching yourself. Pieces of you. Quick flashes of a life that feels oddly intimate, seeing it on the big screen now. Of course you remember them shooting it before you went to villa, but seeing yourself with friends in a coffee shop, or walking throught the city with headphones on, reading in your apartment or other candid moments where you look soft, free... it´s weird to see yourself through the eyes of someone else.
Sam narrates over it all, "smart, kind, funny..." he pauses, "questionable taste in food combos, according to production notes." A quiet laugh from the crew, "but most importantly? Someone who has a lot of love to give. And maybe, just maybe, is finally ready to let herself receive some back." The montage ends.
"And now..." Sam´s voice lights with very theatrical excitement. "Here they are- the one and only..." He grins towards the camera, "(Y/N)!"
Oh god.
That´s you.
That is, unfortunately, your cue.
You step out into the light, trying your best not to look like you´re internally screaming. The camera turn and everything suddenly feels very real. Sam meets you halfway, immediately offering the kind smile, that takes some of the edge off.
"Well," he says, gesturing toward you, "welcome in the villa, (Y/N)!"
"Thank you, it is very crazy to be here... in a good way, of course." You laugh, nerves making it come out breathless.
Sam chuckles, leading you toward the center of the room, both of you settling into the easy rhytm of conversation. "How are you feeling?" He asks, softer now, genuine.
You exhale a nervous little laugh, "honestly?"
"Please."
"Terrified. Excited, Slightly nauseous. But mostly excited."
Sam nods seriously, "that´s exactly how I feel every Thanksgiving with my family, so I´d say you´re doing great."
That pulls a real laugh from you, it definetly helps loosening up the nerves.
"Alright, but now the important question."
You immedietly narrow your eyes, "that sounds dangerous."
"It is," Sam folds his arms, "what is your type?"
You think about it for a second before shaking your head, "I... honestly don´t know if I have one."
Sam blinks, "no type at all?"
"No. I mean- obviously I find people attractive, but I´ve never really had a strict type. It´s more about the chemistry, I guess. Personality. Connection."
Sam hums, glancing toward the large closed door at the other end of the hall. "Well," he says, dragging out the word, "that´s actually great news."
You raise a brow, "oh?"
Sam smiles, mischievous, like he knows something you don´t, "because behind those doors..." he points dramatically, "we have plenty of types."
Your stomach flips, not in a bad way. Just in a holy shit this is happening way.
Sam catches your expression and laughs, "so... final asnwer," he turns towards you. "Are you ready for all the ladies?"
You glance at the door, at whatever, whoever is waiting behind them. You smile happily and nervously at the same time, "I am."
Sam claps his hands together, "that´s what I like to hear." He steps back, grin widening. "Then let´s meet your future heartbreaks- I mean..." A beat of silence, "... potential soulmates."
The door open, and the first woman steps through. Sam´s voice carries smoothly across the hall, "Natasha Romanoff!"
You forget how breathing works. She moves like she owns every room she enters, not arrogantly, but with a quiet certainty, that makes the whole space shift around her. Her blonde hair falls in a soft waves over one shoulder, she´s dressed in sharp black tailoring softened by silk. It looks expensive, that´s for sure.
Every detail about her feels unreal. Her gaze lands on you, unreadable at first, then softens, just enough to make your stomach completly betray you.
She steps close, offering a small smile, that already feels like a marrige proposal. "It´s lovely to finally meet you, (Y/N)."
Her voice is velvet and low and-
Right.
Words.
You should use words.
Preferably right now.
"Hi," you manage.
Excellent start.
Natasha´s smile curves slightly wider, amused and she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear before stepping to the side. Your heart is doing concerning things.
Sam leans closer, "you´re staring, (Y/N)."
"I know."
"Do you need a minute?"
"I want medical assistance," Sam laughs and so does Natasha.
Then the door opens again and Sam speaks up again, "Wanda Maximoff." As your eyes meet hers, somehow things get worse.
Or better.
Definetly worse.
Definetly better.
Wanda walks in like the wind throught tall grass, effortless, grounded. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, slightly messy in a deliberate way and she´s dressed in dark jeans, boots, layereed necklaces and a worn flannel hanging open over a top, that reveals strong arms and sun-kissed skin.
You are immedietly in love with at least three things about her. When Wanda speaks it´s simple and casual, "hey you," but you nearly fold in half.
"Hi," you breathe, somehow even less coherent than before.
Wanda smiles and she joins Natasha. You look between them. Two most beautiful women, already devastating.
How many women are left? God.
Sam softly pats your shoulder and he chuckles, "you´re doing great."
"I´m fighting for my life."
"That´s good for the fans." He smirks, then he looks at the door again. "Another lady to the group, Kate Bishop!"
Oh.
This one looks like trouble.
Kate walks in like she´s entering a stadium tunnel before a championship game. Broad grin, shoulders back, confidence radiating off her in waves. She´s tall, athletic, dressed in jeans with sneakers and fitted blazer over a shirt. She absolutely knows she´s hot.
Which is horrible. She knows exactly what she does to people. Her eyes flick over you and brighten immediately, "well, hi there."
That grin becomes flirtatious in half a second, "you´re even cuter than production said." Heat floods your whole face.
Sam makes a delighted sound beside you, "oh, she´s fast."
Kate laughs, stepping closer to shake your hand, but her thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, deliberate enough to make butterflies explode violetnly in your stomach. "It´s really nice to meet you, (Y/N)," she says, softer now. Then with a wink, "can´t wait to win."
She´s competetive, cocky, charming. You are so unbelievably doomed. Kate joins the other and you stare blankly ahead. Sam glances at you with a smirk, "how are we feeling so far?"
"I´ll tell you later, just keep them coming," you mumble out.
Sam laughs, "got it, lets tear off a band-aid. This is getting better and better, ladies and gantlemen. Welcome Yelena Belova!"
A blonde woman enters with the energy of someone deeply unimpressed by everything and somehow that makes her impossibly magnetic.
Lather jacket, dark shirt, rings on her fingers. Cool confidence worn loosely, like she´s not trying to impress anyone and somehow impresses everyone. Her hair is slicked back, her expression dryly amused, eyes sharp yet soft enough to hint at something warmer beneath.
She stops in front of you, looks you up and down and then she nods once, "good."
You blink, "good?"
Yelena shrugs, "you seem interesting. I was hoping for interesting." Then after a beat, "also pretty. Bonus." Sam physically turns away to laugh.
You feel your soul leaving your body, which makes Yelena smirk, "oh this will be so fun."
You´re still trying to recover from Yelena, when Sam straightens beside you and grin suspiciously. "Oh, (Y/N), you´re pretty much in gay heaven."
"Or hell, it´s hard to tell, to be honest."
Sam nods, with a chuckle, "very true. I´d say both is very entertaining." The doors open again and Sam´s voice rings out, "Carol Danvers!"
And another confidence walks in. Not the quiet kind, like Natasha´s. Carol walks in like she´s used to stepping into high-pressure situations and coming out on top. Tall, huge shoulders, strong arms that look sculpted by the gods themselves. She´s wearing tailored trousers and a fitted white button-up with sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows, showing toned forearms and a sharp watch at her wrist. Devastatingly attractive.
There´s a bomber jacket slung casually over one shoulder like she just stepped off a runway and a military base. Her blonde hair is swept back and her smile...
Her smile is trouble. Very cocky, yet very warm. Her eyes meet yours with immediate focus, it´s like she chooses what deserves her attention and right now, somehow, it is you and only you.
She steps close, offering her hand, "Carol." You take it and immediately notice two things, her grip is very firm, yet her hands are soft.
"It´s really nice to meet you," she says, voice smooth and sure. One of her corner of her mouth lifts, "I´ve heard there´s competetion here."
Your pulse jumps. Carol glances towards the lineup of women already gethered, sizing them up in one efficient sweep before looking back at you. "That´s alright, I like the competition."
Kate from across the room, lets out a small offended laugh, Carol only shoots her a grin. You can feel the instant competitive energy in the room.
Sam whistles, "looks like it´s hot and we barerly even started, that´s what we like to see. Just don´t fight yet, our medic is starting from tomorrow." He looks around, "just joking." Sam looks at the camera lenses and mouths "I´m not... anyway Agatha Harkness, everyone!"
This woman walks in like trouble has been flirting with her for years. Strong hands. Worn boots, that hit the floor with deliberate weight. Dark jeans, a white tank and a weathered flannel hanging open over it, sleeves rolled. Her hair is slightly messy, silver streaks catching the light in a way that makes her hotter. She looks older than the others.
Her whole energy says 'I know exactly who I am.' Agatha walks up to you with a smirk on her face, "oh," eyes dragging over you, "well done, producers."
You nearly choke, hoping that the medic is close, just in case. Sam laughs, "she likes you," he winks to the camera.
"I gathered," you mumble weakly. Agatha then steps close enough, that her woodsy and smoky cologne briefly wraps around you.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart," she says with a teasing grin. "Let´s save everyones time and just-" she offers her hand, while Yelena snorts at her offer. Kate grins knowing exactly what is Agatha doing, while the rest just watches, hoping that you won´t fall for her tactics.
Before you can finish, Agatha´s expression changes, only slightly, but you see it. Her eyes cut sharply towards the doors and her jaw tightens. Like she suddenly senses something unplesant and Sam knows what the unplesant thing is. Or rather who. "Interesting," Agatha mumbles.
You were so deeply wrapped in Agatha´s cologne, you didn´t even realize, that the door openned one last time. Sam looks at the camera knowingly, "last but not least, Rio Vidal."
Rio moves calmly, measured and dangerous. Dark tailored slacks, black silk shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, rings on her long fingers and dark hair in a bun, showing her sharp cheekbones. She is beautiful in a way, that definetly feels intimidating. Like everyone instinctively makes room for her.
Then her gaze lands, not on you, but on Agatha. And slowly, very very slowly Rio smiles, "small world."
Agatha lets out a humorless laugh, which makes you confused, "you´ve got to be kidding me." You are glancing from one to another.
Wait, what?
Agatha measures Rio, but then she walks up to her spot, where other ladies are, some trying not to laugh, some smirking, knowing this will be a hell of a ride.
Rio finally looks at you and her entire expression softens by a degree. Which kinda makes it worse, because now all that intensity is directed at you. She takes your hand gently, brings it toward her lips, not quiete kissing your knuckles, but close enough, that your entire nervous system short-circuits.
"(Y/N)," Rio says, voice velvery smooth. "Pleasure."
"Oh, she is absolutely not using my dating moves on national television," Agatha mumbles so only Carol can hear.
Rio walks up next to Agatha, but she quickly changes with Carol, so she stands between them. You stare at the lineup and you swallow hard.
"These are our contestants and this is what we call premium television." Sam smiles, gesturing to the ladies.
Natasha elegant and unreadable. Wanda steady and wild. Kate grining at all the ladies. Yelena amused, but sharp. Agatha glaring like she is planing a murder. Carol as a big ball of confidence. And lastly, Rio pleased with herself.
Everyone one of them is impossibly beautiful and you feel so drawn towards them. Your stomach is doing crazy things, not only butterflies but a whole damn zoo. You lean towards Sam, "I think I´m in trouble."
Sam smiles, eyes bright with mischief, "oh, honey." He gestures towards the women, "you were in trouble the moment you walked in. At the end, you are in The Love Initiative!"
Hi! I have a question regarding the Love Initiative. Who will be the main couple? Like do you have planned who r will end up with?
Hi, thank you for your question!!
Since you, the readers, hold the ultimate power, you'll get to choose the main love interest! Right before the final part, I'll do a poll so you can vote for the character who has truly captured your heart.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, third is the nonchalant agatha harkness.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: bad flirting and pick-up lines as always
an: to the anon who requested agatha, don’t worry she is here!!:)
Natasha Romanoff has just looked directly into your sould, compared you to art and then walked away like she didn´t leave absolute chaos in your head. You stare at the ceiling, "what the hell was that?" You let out a big exhale.
You hear some muffle sounds from outside and the door slides open again, but it´s not another lady, it´s Sam this time. "Having fun?"
"I am," it sounds a little bit sarcastic, but Sam just smirks.
"Excellent," he winks at the camera.
"Natasha is very dangerous." Sam nods immediately.
"Oh, incredibly."
"Why would you let someone like that on this show?"
"We invited ten of them." Before you can recover from that statement, Sam walks back to the lineup of the ladies, waiting to capture your heart. And once again you feel the nerves coming.
"Alright," Sam chooses once again and his eyebrows shoot up. His eyes glances toward the girls, "I like this one. Agatha Harkness you´re next."
Agatha looks up and with a smirk, she says, "See?" She looks at others, "the universe knows quality."
Yelena groans, while Rio simply rolls her eyes, but Agatha ignores them all. With the confidence of someone who has never once second guessed a terrible idea, she starts walking toward the door, towards you.
When you meet her eyes, you can´t help but check her out once again. Rolled sleeves. Hands shoved casually into her pockets. The boots. The smirk... god she isn´t trying to impress you anymore, because she assumes she already has.
She stops in front of you. Looks you up and down, then smiles.
"Well," you immediately become suspicious.
"Well what?"
Agatha tilts her head, "I was worried Romanoff would´ve ruined my chances." Your face heats up and of course Agatha notices. Why are you so easy to read. God.
"That is very interesting."
"What is?" you blink.
"Nothing." Agatha sits down and you follow her. When you sit down, you notice that Agatha is relaxed, while having everything under control. Her hand is thrown over the backrest and one ankle resting on the opposite knee. You make a reasonable distance, but Agatha looks down, glancing at the gap, then at you and then back at the gap. You sigh and scoot slightly closer.
"There we go," you laugh at her words.
"You always get what you want, huh?" Agatha just smirks proudly and nods.
"That frequently?"
"When it comes to women? Absolutely." A grin tugs at your mouth, which makes her smile too, then she leans back. "So..."
You brace yourself, "so..."
"What do you think of me?"
You blink, "that is your opening question?"
She nods completly serious, watching you like a hawk.
"Oh my god, you´re actually waiting."
"Of course I´m waiting," she shrugs.
"Like 1-10 or you prefer different rating?"
"Whatever you prefer."
"That´s insane, you´re human being, not a product..." you slightly throw your hands.
"It´s television."
Okay, that is fair point.
You shake your head, "you´re confident..."
"I am."
"Very bold."
"Hm."
"A little dramatic."
Agatha presses a hand against her chest, "a little?" You laugh and she points triumphantly, "see? chemistry is already there."
"Me laughing doesn´t mean chemistry."
"It definetly is from my perspective." The conversation somehow spirals from there. Agatha tells stories, not all the way through, just halfway. Then gets distracted, then circles back. Then somehow lands the joke anyway. She talks a lot with her atractive hands. Every story sounds like she´s either about to solve a crime or start one. And the weirdest thing? You´re having a blast. A big one, actually.
Because beneath all the sarcasm and swagger, Agatha feels incredibly soft. At one point movie topic comes up and you share what your favorite movie is and of course Agatha judges you, affectionately.
Then you ask what she does when she´s not working, she shrugs. "Read."
"Really?"
"I know. Shocking," she rolls her eyes.
"I wasn´t going to say shocking."
"You were thinking it."
You were, to be honest.
"Maybe..." after a few seconds you smile, "do you have any cute reading glasses?"
"Just because my hair is a bit gray, you think I have reading glasses?"
"No... but if you read you do give a vibe of having the most cutesy reading glasses."
"Cutesy?"
"Yeah, cute ones, special ones, like not many people can see."
"You want to see my reading glasses?" Agatha tilts her head.
"I do. Because I know not many people have seen them."
And this time, it´s you, who got her, "they are red... with white dots." Before you can tease her more, she adds, "they are comfortable."
"Cute. But I still want to see them." You slightly lean into her hand on the back of the couch.
"Got it, anything else for you?" She smirks, playing this game with you.
"Uh huh, will I be the first to see them?" Agatha shakes her head.
"So Rio saw them?" The room goes silent, immediately.
"(Y/N)..." she starts.
Uh oh.
You want to apologize right away, maybe this was not the topic for a playful banter.
"You want to spend our precious ten minutes discussing another woman?"
"I-"
"Ouch."
"Agatha-"
"Ouch."
"Sorry, I was curious..."
"Devastating," she looks towards the ceiling, "I finally get alone time with a beautiful woman and she´s asking about Rio Vidal."
You laugh, not really defending your curiosity anymore. Agatha points at you, "this is emotional violence."
"Okay, I sincerily apologize, but you´re being too dramatic now."
"Correct," she doesn´t even deny it.
You stare at her, how her smile spreads across her face and suddenly you underestand why people keep getting pulled into her orbit. "You don´t have to answer, I was just... I heard the girls talk."
Agatha hums, "we dated."
"That´s it?"
"No."
You narrow your eyes and Agatha smirks, "we got history." The asnwer is simple, yet it´s enough. The moment passes, "enough about Rio..."
"Jealous?" Back into the playfull banter.
"Very," she says with a straight face, she scoots little closer, as she does, 10 minutes are over. "You´ve got to be kidding me..."
You both groan at the exact same time, that suprises both of you. And it also makes both of you laugh. Agatha rises from the couch, slowly, "well..."
"Well..."
She looks down at you for a second, little softer now than when she entered, less performace and more real. "You know," she says, shoving her hands into her pockets, "I was having a great time. But... you´ve got a terrible habit, you know that?"
"Oh?"
"You´re making people want another ten minutes with you." Your stomach immediately betrays you. Then Agatha leans slightly closer, "luckily for me, I´m very persistent."
And with that she opens the door and leaves. Agatha leaves ou smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, second is the mysterious natasha romanoff.
word count: 1k
warnings: bad flirting and pick-up lines as always
an: slow start, but i promise, it will be worth it!!
The glass door slide open and Kate walks out looking entirely too pleased with herself. Sam takes one look at her expression and immediately smirks.
Kate points both thumbs at herself, "nailed it."
"You had ten minutes," Yelena mumbles.
"And I got a laugh at minute one."
"You are exhausting," Rio tilts her head with a fake smile.
"Thank you," Kate rejoins the others.
"You are acting like a kid," Carol shoots Kate a glare.
"I´m acting like someone who won´t give you a single chance to steal my girl."
"So it´s your girl now?" Carol steps closer to Kate from the line up, while Natasha just meets Wanda eyes.
Sam physically steps between them, "alright." He claps once, "ladies, before we descend into whatever this is," he gestures vaguely toward Kate, "... let´s remember that this is a classy and very serious program."
All the girls looks at Sam, after a while he nods. "Okay, nobody believed that. Fair." A few laughs ripple through the room. He reaches into the golden bowl once more. "Let´s see who fate has selected next." He smiles knowignly, "completly different vibe, just like I like it."
All ladies exchange curious looks, "Natasha Romanoff, you´re next." Sam nods towards the room.
Natasha simply lifts her gaze, smiles softly. Then begins walking towards you. No silly performance, no cocky smirks or crazy confidence. Just certainty.
As she approaches, you notice details you hadn´t fully processed earlier. The elegant cut of her fit. The delicate gold jewlery at her wrist. The subtle parfume that smells expensive without trying to. And the strong confidence, not too much, but you can tell it´s there.
Natasha stops in front of you, her expression warm. Like she has all the time in the world, even when the time is ticking. "Ready?" Her voice is low and smooth.
You immediately forget what your answer was supposed to be. "Uh, uh-huh."
Excellent. Nice one, really.
"That´s a promising start." Natasha´s smile deepens slightly. Heat immediately rises into your cheeks.
You sit across from eachother. For a moment, neither of you speaks. Natasha doesn´t seem bothered by that. She simply settles comfortably into her spot and looks at you. Not throught you or around you, at you. Like she is trying to figure you out.
And once again you become aware of every single thing you´re doing. Where your hands are. How you´re sitting. Whether you´re breathing weirdly. Just everything at once.
Natasha tilts her head slightly, "what are you thinking about?"
You blink, "right now?"
"Mhm."
"Honestly?" She nods.
You laugh nervously, "I´m thinking that eye contact should probably be illegal, because you´re definetly seeing right throught me."
That earns another small smile, "interesting."
"Is it? Or just lame?"
"You noticed my eyes before my question." Her eyes meet yours again.
You point accusingly, "see, that´s exactly what I mean."
"What?" Natasha tilts her head, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulder.
"You´re analyzing me."
Natasha shrugs, "I´m getting to know you."
You narrow your eyes, "that´s... the same thing. But- I guess... it´s kinda comforting from you."
"Is it?" She smiles more.
You nod, "you have this kind energy vibe going on."
Natasha chuckles, "I´ve been told, glad you think so too."
God. This woman.
Then Natasha leans back slightly, "tell me something."
"Okay."
"When do you feel most like yourself?" You pause. The question catchesyou off guard. Not because it´s difficult, maybe a little bit, but... because not many people asked you this before.
Natasha waits. No rush, no interruption, her whole attention on you. And for some reason im makes you feel so comfortable. So you answer her, and that somehow turns into another answer and another. Talking about people you love. The things you´re passionate about. The moments that make life feel bigger. The small things that make you happy. And through all of it... Natasha listens, really listens, ask questions, offers observations.
"I think that was the best day of my life," you simply state after a fun memory you just shared.
"Oh, yeah?" The cute smile on her face again, you just nod.
And thanks to that, you keep talking. Because she makes you feel like what you´re saying matters. It´s honestly unfair how easy this is to the other girls.
At one point you stop mid-sentence, Natasha raises an eyebrow, "what?"
You shake your head, "no, this is weird."
"What is?"
"You´re very good at this," you chuckle shyly.
"At talking?"
"At listening."
That seems to suprise her, a little. Natasha´s gaze softens, "I think people deserve to be heard."
Your heart immediately decides this is the hottest thing anyone has said tonight. Which is ridiculous, Kate literally called you pretty and somehow this feels... more. The conversation continues.
Before you know it, soft chime sounds.
No. Absolutely not.
Natasha glances towards the ceiling, then back to you. The smallest hint of disappointment crosses her face. Gone almost immediately, but you catch it.
"So that´s it?" you ask.
The words slip out before you can stop them. Natasha smiles. "Sounds like you wanted more time."
Your face instantly heats up, "I mean-"
Natasha laughs, the sound settles warmly in your chest. Then she rises from her seat, you do the same. And suddenly you´re standing much closer than before. Close enought to notice the tiny flecks of gray in her eyes.
"You know," Natasha says softly, "my favorite pieces of art are rarely the ones people understand immediately." You swallow hard, but she continues, "they are the ones that stay with you." Her gaze doesn´t leave yours. "The ones that reveal something different every time you look at them."
Oh.
You cross your arms, mostly because your hands have become unrealiable. "You like being mysterious, huh?" You tease.
Natasha considers that, then shrugs. "I like giving people a reason to come back."
Your brain completely stops working, Natasha notices. Of course she notices. The smile she gives you afterward is positively unfair. Then she leans in slightly, not enough to invade your space. Just enought to make your heart forget its responsibilities.
"Fortunately," she says softly, "I think we´ll have more than ten minutes." Then like she hasn´t just altered your entire nervous system, Natasha steps past you and heads towards the door. Leaving you standing there, completly still.
When the door closes behind her, your head falls back agasint the nearest wall. "Oh my god." Somehwere outisde, you can already hear Sam beginning his next introduction.
But for a moment all you can think about are her beautiful eyes.
summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, first is the cockiest out of them all, kate bishop.
word count: 1.3k
warnings: bad flirting and pick-up lines
an: thank you for all the support for this series! it is so fun and i´m very happy you all like it!
The main hall has been transformed while introductions wrapped, lights dimmed low, candles flickering. What was once a grand room meant for dramatic entrances now feels intimate. Comfortable actually.
At the centre sits a living room setup that looks straight out of a luxury magazine, plush sofa, two armchairs angles close enough for kneels to accidentally brush, a low table decorated with flowers and wine glasses. It looks like the perfect set to confess your deepest secrets. Or fall in love. Or both.
"Alright, everyone," Sam announces, hands clasped together, "welcome to the first official stage of The Love Initiative. Tonight, each of you will get exactly ten uninterrupted minutes alone with (Y/N). No interruptions, no sabotage-"
Agatha raises a hand, "what if sabotage is part of my game?"
Sam points at her, "especially you. No interruptions, no sabotage." He says firmly again, which makes Rio smirk beside her.
Sam keeps going, "ten minutes to make first dialog. Ten minutes to ask questions, flirt outragously, laguh... whatever feels authentic."
"What if authenticity is emotionally devastating?" Yelena deadpans.
Sam grins at that question, "then you´re doign great."
A small laugh ripples through the room, easing some of the tension, until Sam lifts a small gold bowl dramatically. As all the ladies watch him, camera taking their reactions. "Ah, yes. I´m choosing tonight´s order randomly."
Kate straightens, "no offense, but I should obviously go first."
Carol folds her arms, "based on what?"
Kate gestures broadly at herself, "charm. Athleticism. Natural star quality."
"So... annoying confidence," Yelena mutters.
"Not everyone can be as amazing as me, Belova." Kate shoots her a glare.
"As you? Thank god I´m not."
Sam chuckles, reaching into the bowl, "well... let´s see who fate chooses." He unfolds the first card, camera zooming in. After a dramatic moment, Sam smiles, "oh, this feels good." He looks up, "Kate Bishop."
Kate smirks and slightly throws both fists lightly into the air, "yes!" Then she points finger guns towards the rest of the women, "phew. Good luck catching up after me, ladies."
Carol laughs under her breath, Natasha arches a perfectly shaped brow. Wanda shakes her head, smiling softly. Agatha and Rio meet eyes, "insufferable" Rio mumbles. Yelena simple watches.
You sit on the couch alone now, trying not to pick apart your nails, legs crossed and uncrossed three times aready, because suddenly you have no idea what to do with your body.
Meeting all of them was one thing. But talking to each of them alone is entirely different thing. Your heart immediately starts beating faster as the door opens once again. Oh how much the door make you anxious.
As Kate walks through the door, she fixes the collar of her blazer, runs a hand through her hair, then flashes you a grin. Very cocky grin, to be specific.
"Well," she says, stopping in front of you, voice dropping softer, more intimate. "Looks like I´m first."
She offers you her hand and you take it. But of course she gently pulls you up from the couch instead of sitting immediately, stepping just a little closer than necessary. Close enough to smell the expensive perfume. Close enough that butterflies immediately riot in your stomach.
Kate leans in just slightly, speaking low. "Ten minutes?" Her eyes sparkle, "honestly, that´s all I need."
Your face becomes dangerously warm. In meantime Sam watches all of this, as he narrates what´s going on. "Oh, Bishop came prepared." He looks at the timer, "ten minutes starts now."
Kate smirks as she offers her hand, "come on, pretty."
She lets go of your hand after she spins you, kinda tragic, honestly, and then dramatially checks an invisible watch on her wrist. "Ten minutes," she says, very serious, "that´s six hundred seconds."
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it, "um... correct, yeah."
Kate immediately perks up, victorious. "Oh, nice. Got laugh in under thirty seconds."
"Are you timing my reaction?"
"I´m timing everything," she gestures at herself, "I´m competitive."
You smile, "I gathered."
Kate presses a hand to her chest in mock offense, "wow, you hear one tiny comment about me crushing competition and suddenly I´m getting profiled."
"One tiny comment?"
"Okay, maybe several huge comments."
You laugh again and some of your nerves begin loosening in your chest. That´s another thing about Kate, sure she is magnetic and painfully attractive, but there´s something underneath all the swagger, that´s bright and easy to be around.
Kate flops onto one side of the couch, spreading one arm across the backrest like she´s claming territory. Then she pats the seat beside her. "Sit. You standing over there like I´m interviewing for hand in marrige is making me nervous."
"You? Nervous?"
"Terrified, actually."
"You don´t look terrified."
"That´s because I´m brave."
You sit, turning slightly toward her, "you mean cocky."
Kate grins, "I prefer charmingly self-aware."
"I don´t think that´s what that means."
"I´m also humble."
You stare at her, Kate stares back, absolutely committed to the bit, then you chuckle again, rolling your eyes.
She lights up, "there it is."
"What?"
"The chuckle," Kate points, "it´s adorable."
Your cheeks are warm now, "you´re really ridiculous."
"And yet..." she leans slightly closer, "... you´re smiling."
Your stomach flips, Kate´s playful expression settles into something warmer, not so cocky. "I´m glad I got picked first," she admits.
That suprises you, "oh?"
"Yeah," her shoulders lift in a small shrug. "Everyone in there is... a lot."
You laugh softly, "that´s one way to put it."
"No, seriously..." Kate turns towards you fully now, knee brushing yours for a split second, accidentally or not, who knows. Suddenly your pulse is in your throat. "Natasha looks like she´d break my heart and somehow make me thank her. Carol looks like she´s been winning her whole life. Yelena scares me in a sexy way. Wanda has that mysterious hot gardener vibe going on. Agatha and Rio..." she pauses, "whole another level of sexual tension and emotional damage."
"That was... frighteningly accurate."
"I´m observant."
"You´re nosy."
"That too," her grin softens. "But I also figured... with all of that..." she gestures toward the door, "you might need someone normal at first."
You stare at her, then you tilt your head with a smirk, "normal?"
"... athletically normal?" Kate starts.
You laugh.
"Emotionally normal?" She tries again.
You fold your arms, making her keep going.
Kate leans back, "normal in a hot way?"
"That doesn´t make any sense," you´re not even sure, what was the starter of this conversation. But you know for sure, that you´re enjoing yourself. Cameras long forgotten, when you´re having great company.
Kate studies you for a moment, then asks quietly, "can I be honest?"
You nod.
"I came in planning to flirt hard, make a strong impression, maybe casually sweep you off your feet-"
"Simple goal," you mumble.
She points finger guns, "exactly." Then she smiles, "but you´re here... easier to talk to than I expected."
Your heart does a small, dangerous thingy in your chest, "what did you expect?"
Kate thinks, "someone intimidating."
You blink, "me?"
"Well, yeah." She says it like it´s obvious, "you´re the person every single woman here wants. That´s intimidating."
Before you can respond a soft chime sounds overhead. Kate groans dramatically. "No. Absolutely not. Rigged. Corruption. I demand overtime."
You laugh, "what, six hundred seconds wasn´t enough?"
She stands, placing a hand over her heart, "(Y/N), I had at least four more excellent jokes, two stories, that would´ve made you fall in love with me and one deeply impressive hockey anectdote."
"You can save them for next time," you smile softly.
Kate pauses, then smiles. "So there´s gonna be a next time?"
You smile back, "I hope so."
That answer clearly does something catastrophic to her cool composure. She recovers quickly, mostly. "Nice," she murmurs, "very nice."
Then she starts towards the door, only to stop, turn around and point at you dramatically. "One final thing," You raise an eyebrow, Kate clears her throat, "what do you call two bird in love?"
You blink, "... what?"
She shoots you a wink, "tweethearts."
You groan, "that was awful."
Kate points, "but you smiled, I saw that."
And with that, she disappears through the door, looking very pleased with herself. Leaving you smiling like an idiot on the couch, heart beating a little faster.
Hiiii any chance we could get that last option of the angsty fic? Hehehehe
hello again!!:)
that fic is all finished, but i will post it after The Love Initiative series. just to avoid mixing it all together. but it is done and it will be posted!!:)
Every few months I come back to re read this and I go holy shit. This was amazing. You really brought my vision and ideas to light and also elevated it to such beauty. Thanks for writing this :’)
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it truly means the world to me, especially when you come back every now and then to give me such a nice feedback. I´m kicking my feet as we speak haha
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pairing: marvel ladies x reader, (natasha x reader, wanda x reader, carol x reader, kate x reader, agatha x reader, rio x reader, yelena x reader)
summary: first episode of very dramatic and very gay dating show, with a lot of chaos, bad flirting and beautiful women.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: none just some flirting and a bit of drama (we´re staring slow)
an: first part of this fun series, wohooo, i truly hope you’ll like it! i’m super excited! happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there;) hit me up pls
"Welcome everyone... to the very first season of The Love Initiative!" The camera glides over sunlit villa, white walls, glass doors, pool that would be too big for twenty people and a lot of very pricey decorations, before settling on Sam Wilson, the host, standing in a custom burgundy suit.
"My name is Sam Wilson, I´ll be your host and before you ask... yes," he adds, smirking, "this is exactly what it looks like. Ten days. One villa. A group of very attractive, very single women... and one person who´s about to have their life turned upside down." He starts walking.
"Here´s how it works. Our contestants will be living together right here," he points at the villa, "bonding, competing, falling in love... or at least trying not to start unnecessary drama." Sam pauses, then shrugs, "actually, scratch that, there will definitely be drama." A quick glance at the camera, "you´re welcome."
Sam then gestures toward a seperate part of the villa, "and then there is the one and only. Our lead. The one making all the decisions. The one everyone´s here for." Sam smiles, "(Y/N)!"
"Now (Y/N) won´t be living with the others. They get her own private apartment, a little peace, a little quiet place to think... and to question every single decision they make over the next ten days."
"Each day, they´ll go on fun dates, face new challanges and get to know the women who are all here for one reason... to win their heart."
His tone softens just slightly, "and at the end of it all... they´ll choose one person. One woman to leave this villa with."
A beat of silence.
"No preassure, right?" Sam chuckles. "So get comfortable. Get emotionally invested. Maybe don´t pick favorites too early, trust me, never ends well." A pause, then a grin on his face. "because if there is one thing I can guarantee... it´s that sparks will fly!"
Right. So... this is really happening.
You stare at your reflection like it might suddenly give you an explanation how you got here. Here is a beautiful villa bathroom, that is definitely more expensive than your entire apartment back home, about to participace in what is essentially... a televised speedrun of your love life.
Which to be fair, needed help. A lot of help. Because if you´re being honest? Your romantic history could be summed up in three categories - almosts, what-ifs and that one time you thought girl was flirting and she was just cursing at you in another language.
You let out a quiet breath, leaning your hands agasint the sink. So the only solution to your problem is going on a fully televised dating show. Because if you were going to make questionable life choices, you might as well commit.
You straighten slightly, eyeing yourself in the mirror again.
Ten days. Ten days to meet a group of women who are all here for you. To go on dates. To figure out feelings. To... somehow choose one person at the end of it.
Your future girlfriend. Potentially your future wife. No pressure. None at all. Totally normal. This is exactly what well-adjusted people do. You huff out a small laugh, shaking your head. This is very normal gay experience.
The main hall is ridiculous in person. Beautiful ridiculous, to be specific. Warm golden lighting, tall windows, elegant furniture and at the center of it all is a stage framed by soft lights and large flower arrangements.
You stand just out of frame, smoothing your hands down the front of your clothes for what has to be the hundredth time, trying and failing to ignore the pounding of your heartbeat.
From somewhere beyond the cameras, Sam´s voice carries through the room, Unlike someone, he sounds very confident and overall effortlessly charming. "Now, before be begin, let´s talk about the person at the center of all this."
A large screen flickers to life. And suddenly you´re watching yourself. Pieces of you. Quick flashes of a life that feels oddly intimate, seeing it on the big screen now. Of course you remember them shooting it before you went to villa, but seeing yourself with friends in a coffee shop, or walking throught the city with headphones on, reading in your apartment or other candid moments where you look soft, free... it´s weird to see yourself through the eyes of someone else.
Sam narrates over it all, "smart, kind, funny..." he pauses, "questionable taste in food combos, according to production notes." A quiet laugh from the crew, "but most importantly? Someone who has a lot of love to give. And maybe, just maybe, is finally ready to let herself receive some back." The montage ends.
"And now..." Sam´s voice lights with very theatrical excitement. "Here they are- the one and only..." He grins towards the camera, "(Y/N)!"
Oh god.
That´s you.
That is, unfortunately, your cue.
You step out into the light, trying your best not to look like you´re internally screaming. The camera turn and everything suddenly feels very real. Sam meets you halfway, immediately offering the kind smile, that takes some of the edge off.
"Well," he says, gesturing toward you, "welcome in the villa, (Y/N)!"
"Thank you, it is very crazy to be here... in a good way, of course." You laugh, nerves making it come out breathless.
Sam chuckles, leading you toward the center of the room, both of you settling into the easy rhytm of conversation. "How are you feeling?" He asks, softer now, genuine.
You exhale a nervous little laugh, "honestly?"
"Please."
"Terrified. Excited, Slightly nauseous. But mostly excited."
Sam nods seriously, "that´s exactly how I feel every Thanksgiving with my family, so I´d say you´re doing great."
That pulls a real laugh from you, it definetly helps loosening up the nerves.
"Alright, but now the important question."
You immedietly narrow your eyes, "that sounds dangerous."
"It is," Sam folds his arms, "what is your type?"
You think about it for a second before shaking your head, "I... honestly don´t know if I have one."
Sam blinks, "no type at all?"
"No. I mean- obviously I find people attractive, but I´ve never really had a strict type. It´s more about the chemistry, I guess. Personality. Connection."
Sam hums, glancing toward the large closed door at the other end of the hall. "Well," he says, dragging out the word, "that´s actually great news."
You raise a brow, "oh?"
Sam smiles, mischievous, like he knows something you don´t, "because behind those doors..." he points dramatically, "we have plenty of types."
Your stomach flips, not in a bad way. Just in a holy shit this is happening way.
Sam catches your expression and laughs, "so... final asnwer," he turns towards you. "Are you ready for all the ladies?"
You glance at the door, at whatever, whoever is waiting behind them. You smile happily and nervously at the same time, "I am."
Sam claps his hands together, "that´s what I like to hear." He steps back, grin widening. "Then let´s meet your future heartbreaks- I mean..." A beat of silence, "... potential soulmates."
The door open, and the first woman steps through. Sam´s voice carries smoothly across the hall, "Natasha Romanoff!"
You forget how breathing works. She moves like she owns every room she enters, not arrogantly, but with a quiet certainty, that makes the whole space shift around her. Her blonde hair falls in a soft waves over one shoulder, she´s dressed in sharp black tailoring softened by silk. It looks expensive, that´s for sure.
Every detail about her feels unreal. Her gaze lands on you, unreadable at first, then softens, just enough to make your stomach completly betray you.
She steps close, offering a small smile, that already feels like a marrige proposal. "It´s lovely to finally meet you, (Y/N)."
Her voice is velvet and low and-
Right.
Words.
You should use words.
Preferably right now.
"Hi," you manage.
Excellent start.
Natasha´s smile curves slightly wider, amused and she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear before stepping to the side. Your heart is doing concerning things.
Sam leans closer, "you´re staring, (Y/N)."
"I know."
"Do you need a minute?"
"I want medical assistance," Sam laughs and so does Natasha.
Then the door opens again and Sam speaks up again, "Wanda Maximoff." As your eyes meet hers, somehow things get worse.
Or better.
Definetly worse.
Definetly better.
Wanda walks in like the wind throught tall grass, effortless, grounded. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, slightly messy in a deliberate way and she´s dressed in dark jeans, boots, layereed necklaces and a worn flannel hanging open over a top, that reveals strong arms and sun-kissed skin.
You are immedietly in love with at least three things about her. When Wanda speaks it´s simple and casual, "hey you," but you nearly fold in half.
"Hi," you breathe, somehow even less coherent than before.
Wanda smiles and she joins Natasha. You look between them. Two most beautiful women, already devastating.
How many women are left? God.
Sam softly pats your shoulder and he chuckles, "you´re doing great."
"I´m fighting for my life."
"That´s good for the fans." He smirks, then he looks at the door again. "Another lady to the group, Kate Bishop!"
Oh.
This one looks like trouble.
Kate walks in like she´s entering a stadium tunnel before a championship game. Broad grin, shoulders back, confidence radiating off her in waves. She´s tall, athletic, dressed in jeans with sneakers and fitted blazer over a shirt. She absolutely knows she´s hot.
Which is horrible. She knows exactly what she does to people. Her eyes flick over you and brighten immediately, "well, hi there."
That grin becomes flirtatious in half a second, "you´re even cuter than production said." Heat floods your whole face.
Sam makes a delighted sound beside you, "oh, she´s fast."
Kate laughs, stepping closer to shake your hand, but her thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, deliberate enough to make butterflies explode violetnly in your stomach. "It´s really nice to meet you, (Y/N)," she says, softer now. Then with a wink, "can´t wait to win."
She´s competetive, cocky, charming. You are so unbelievably doomed. Kate joins the other and you stare blankly ahead. Sam glances at you with a smirk, "how are we feeling so far?"
"I´ll tell you later, just keep them coming," you mumble out.
Sam laughs, "got it, lets tear off a band-aid. This is getting better and better, ladies and gantlemen. Welcome Yelena Belova!"
A blonde woman enters with the energy of someone deeply unimpressed by everything and somehow that makes her impossibly magnetic.
Lather jacket, dark shirt, rings on her fingers. Cool confidence worn loosely, like she´s not trying to impress anyone and somehow impresses everyone. Her hair is slicked back, her expression dryly amused, eyes sharp yet soft enough to hint at something warmer beneath.
She stops in front of you, looks you up and down and then she nods once, "good."
You blink, "good?"
Yelena shrugs, "you seem interesting. I was hoping for interesting." Then after a beat, "also pretty. Bonus." Sam physically turns away to laugh.
You feel your soul leaving your body, which makes Yelena smirk, "oh this will be so fun."
You´re still trying to recover from Yelena, when Sam straightens beside you and grin suspiciously. "Oh, (Y/N), you´re pretty much in gay heaven."
"Or hell, it´s hard to tell, to be honest."
Sam nods, with a chuckle, "very true. I´d say both is very entertaining." The doors open again and Sam´s voice rings out, "Carol Danvers!"
And another confidence walks in. Not the quiet kind, like Natasha´s. Carol walks in like she´s used to stepping into high-pressure situations and coming out on top. Tall, huge shoulders, strong arms that look sculpted by the gods themselves. She´s wearing tailored trousers and a fitted white button-up with sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows, showing toned forearms and a sharp watch at her wrist. Devastatingly attractive.
There´s a bomber jacket slung casually over one shoulder like she just stepped off a runway and a military base. Her blonde hair is swept back and her smile...
Her smile is trouble. Very cocky, yet very warm. Her eyes meet yours with immediate focus, it´s like she chooses what deserves her attention and right now, somehow, it is you and only you.
She steps close, offering her hand, "Carol." You take it and immediately notice two things, her grip is very firm, yet her hands are soft.
"It´s really nice to meet you," she says, voice smooth and sure. One of her corner of her mouth lifts, "I´ve heard there´s competetion here."
Your pulse jumps. Carol glances towards the lineup of women already gethered, sizing them up in one efficient sweep before looking back at you. "That´s alright, I like the competition."
Kate from across the room, lets out a small offended laugh, Carol only shoots her a grin. You can feel the instant competitive energy in the room.
Sam whistles, "looks like it´s hot and we barerly even started, that´s what we like to see. Just don´t fight yet, our medic is starting from tomorrow." He looks around, "just joking." Sam looks at the camera lenses and mouths "I´m not... anyway Agatha Harkness, everyone!"
This woman walks in like trouble has been flirting with her for years. Strong hands. Worn boots, that hit the floor with deliberate weight. Dark jeans, a white tank and a weathered flannel hanging open over it, sleeves rolled. Her hair is slightly messy, silver streaks catching the light in a way that makes her hotter. She looks older than the others.
Her whole energy says 'I know exactly who I am.' Agatha walks up to you with a smirk on her face, "oh," eyes dragging over you, "well done, producers."
You nearly choke, hoping that the medic is close, just in case. Sam laughs, "she likes you," he winks to the camera.
"I gathered," you mumble weakly. Agatha then steps close enough, that her woodsy and smoky cologne briefly wraps around you.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart," she says with a teasing grin. "Let´s save everyones time and just-" she offers her hand, while Yelena snorts at her offer. Kate grins knowing exactly what is Agatha doing, while the rest just watches, hoping that you won´t fall for her tactics.
Before you can finish, Agatha´s expression changes, only slightly, but you see it. Her eyes cut sharply towards the doors and her jaw tightens. Like she suddenly senses something unplesant and Sam knows what the unplesant thing is. Or rather who. "Interesting," Agatha mumbles.
You were so deeply wrapped in Agatha´s cologne, you didn´t even realize, that the door openned one last time. Sam looks at the camera knowingly, "last but not least, Rio Vidal."
Rio moves calmly, measured and dangerous. Dark tailored slacks, black silk shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, rings on her long fingers and dark hair in a bun, showing her sharp cheekbones. She is beautiful in a way, that definetly feels intimidating. Like everyone instinctively makes room for her.
Then her gaze lands, not on you, but on Agatha. And slowly, very very slowly Rio smiles, "small world."
Agatha lets out a humorless laugh, which makes you confused, "you´ve got to be kidding me." You are glancing from one to another.
Wait, what?
Agatha measures Rio, but then she walks up to her spot, where other ladies are, some trying not to laugh, some smirking, knowing this will be a hell of a ride.
Rio finally looks at you and her entire expression softens by a degree. Which kinda makes it worse, because now all that intensity is directed at you. She takes your hand gently, brings it toward her lips, not quiete kissing your knuckles, but close enough, that your entire nervous system short-circuits.
"(Y/N)," Rio says, voice velvery smooth. "Pleasure."
"Oh, she is absolutely not using my dating moves on national television," Agatha mumbles so only Carol can hear.
Rio walks up next to Agatha, but she quickly changes with Carol, so she stands between them. You stare at the lineup and you swallow hard.
"These are our contestants and this is what we call premium television." Sam smiles, gesturing to the ladies.
Natasha elegant and unreadable. Wanda steady and wild. Kate grining at all the ladies. Yelena amused, but sharp. Agatha glaring like she is planing a murder. Carol as a big ball of confidence. And lastly, Rio pleased with herself.
Everyone one of them is impossibly beautiful and you feel so drawn towards them. Your stomach is doing crazy things, not only butterflies but a whole damn zoo. You lean towards Sam, "I think I´m in trouble."
Sam smiles, eyes bright with mischief, "oh, honey." He gestures towards the women, "you were in trouble the moment you walked in. At the end, you are in The Love Initiative!"
If you take requests could I request a yelena fic where reader is seriously injured in a mission but yelena didn’t get the time to confess her feelings and thinks this is the end of whatever they had
Too late?
word count: 1k
warnings: injury, blood loss, near-death experience, medical trauma, panic
an: to the lovely person who sent this request, thank you so much and sorry for the wait!!!
The comms go silent before she hears your scream.
Just the burst of gunfire, the static crackle and then nothing. Not your voice. Not your breath. Not even the sound of you hitting the ground, though she swears she can still feel it.
Yelena runs faster than she ever has. Blood roaring in her ears, fists clenched tight at her sides. Her body moves on instinct, sharp and efficient, but her mind... her mind is chaos.
It can’t end like this. Not before she says it.
By the time she gets to you, the dust hasn’t even settled. You’re on your back, breaths shallow and quick, one hand pressed weakly against your ribs where the dark red spreads fast beneath your suit.
"No, no, no," she mutters, dropping to her knees. "Hey- hey, look at me."
Your eyes flutter open, unfocused, "Yelena?"
"I’m here. I’ve got you," her hands hover, not sure where to touch, where it hurts more or less. You’re pale. Too pale. Her voice cracks. "You’re gonna be okay, alright?"
You try to smile, "you always say that."
She laughs, but it’s short, broken, "because I’m right. Usually."
You blink slowly. She can feel you slipping.
"Don’t," she says firmly. "Don’t do that. Don’t close your eyes. We’re not done." But your eyelids are heavy. The kind of heavy that scares her.
"Shit!" Yelena snaps, one hand flying to her earpiece. "I need someone now! It´s critical, do you hear me? I need a med team here now!"
Static.
Then a voice, "ETA two minutes."
"Too long!" she yells, not caring who hears her panic anymore, "-hurry the fuck up!"
You go still in her arms. And it breaks something.
"NO. No, no, no- hey! Stay with me! Do you hear me?" She’s shaking you now, not violently, just enough to make you stay. "Don’t you dare pull that dramatic shit and leave me. We’re not done." The wind howls around her. "Come on," she begs, voice cracking. "You didn’t even let me say it. You don’t get to leave before I say it."
The world moves forward, but Yelena doesn’t. She’s all sharp edges in the sterile white of the hospital waiting room, pacing, growling at nurses, snapping at everyone who try to ask her about the mission. She doesn't sit. She doesn't breathe properly. When someone tries to offer her coffee, she shoves it away.
"No. I don’t want anything until (Y/N)´s awake. Not a damn thing."
She’d held your hand until they took you from her and even then she’d fought the medics for seconds she didn’t have.
Because the last thing she said to you wasn’t 'I love you.' It wasn’t even close. It was 'don’t you dare leave me.'
When the doctor finally appears in the hallway, she stiffens like a soldier, "they’re stable. But-"
She doesn’t wait for the ´but.´ She’s moving before she’s given permission, storming past nurses and down the hall until she finds the room with your name taped to the door like it doesn’t mean everything.
And when she sees you, eyes open. Breathing. Awake.
It all crashes at once.
She bursts in like a force of nature. "You-" her voice fails. Her chest heaves. "You idiot. You scared the shit out of me."
You blink at her, groggy, "... Lena?"
She’s at your side in two strides, grabbing your hand like she’s afraid you’ll fade again.
"You weren’t supposed to do that," she mutters. "You were supposed to stay awake. You were supposed to let me-" she cuts herself off, jaw clenching.
You squeeze her fingers, weak but steady, "I heard you… before. Sort of."
Yelena blinks, then swallows hard, "what did I say?"
You tilt your head, "you didn’t say it."
She stares at you. And then sighs, "no. I didn’t." She leans in, pressing your hand to her cheek, "so let me fix it."
She looks you straight in the eye this time, "I love you. I should’ve said it before. I was stupid, and scared and slow. But I’m here now. And you’re awake. So I’m saying it."
You give her the softest smile she’s ever seen, "finally," you whisper.
Yelena blinks, "finally? What do you mean finally?"
You blink back at her. Very slowly, "you always looked at me like you wanted to say it," you mumble, words slurring just slightly. "You’d do the stare thing. The intense Russian gaze. And then say nothing. Every time."
She narrows her eyes, "you are so high right now."
You grin, "super high. Like... floaty cloud level."
Yelena exhales through her nose, but her lips twitch at the corners, "they gave you the good drugs."
You nod solemnly, "probably because I died a little bit. That gets you a free upgrade, I think."
She gives your hand a small squeeze, "don´t joke about that."
You squeeze back, "´m sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood."
"You already did," she murmurs, "you woke up."
Your eyes flutter closed for a second, then open again, hazy but full of something warm.
“I love you too," you say, soft and certain. "Even if I´m like 80% drugs right now."
Yelena bites back a laugh, then leans down and presses her forehead gently to yours, "jesus." She stays there, forehead to forehead, hand wrapped around yours.
You blink at her again a little unsure, "you love me, right? You said it. You know you can´t take it back now."
"I did," she whispers. "I do."
"Cool, just checking," you murmur. "We should kiss when I’m less dying."
Yelena lets out a small, shaky laugh and brushes her thumb over your cheek, "I´m in."
