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Clinging onto the metal bars high up, observed you, your targets. You watched at least ten men walk around the warehouse. Wooden crates were scattered around. One of the men in suits, pointed at one the crates. A slimmer man revealed a crowbar, breaking the wooden panel. Intrigued, leaned you a bit forwards to get a better look. The man was grinning, taking out a weapon. So that was what they were shipping. Of course these were Kingpin’s men. Sudden grunts caught your attention as they came from somewhere in the back. You gasped seeing an injured man being crashed against one of the crates. Kingpin’s men started shouting, drawing their guns. 

It didn’t take any seconds for the warehouse to be noisy with gunshots. A dark figure came in sight, moving stealthy. From the way he was moving, knew you he was interfering. – “Oh, no you don’t!” – said you to yourself, getting up to your feet. You clamped onto the first metal bars, setting your foot on the third one. You helped yourself up, setting your two feet on top. Beneath you was the other vigilante having his way. Blocking gunshots and kicking kingpin’s men. You set yourself off, doing a backflip. Landing on your one knee, struck you a pose, cause why not. Some of Kingpin’s men shouted, pointing firmly at you.

You got up with not a scratch. Shots were fired at you, making you avoid them by staying low to the ground. Getting back up, stood you before the guy. You had taken a hold of his weapon, pointing it firmly up. He tried to work his way through your force with no help. You winked at him before throwing a blow against his stomach. Your hands releasing a bit of energy. The guy flew across the room, crashing into the wall that left a large crack from where his body hit. – “Oops.” – said you innocently, holding his gun sloppy in your hand. You threw it away with a mischievous smile. Another henchman came running over to you as you firmly grabbed him by the throat. 

You easily lifted him up from the ground, his feet dangling. The devil was caught off guard, suddenly a new sense overwhelming him. He moved his head a bit to the sounds, trying to listen in. He had clearly heard the blow against the wall. He inhaled sharply, hearing another heartbeat. Steady and calm. Clenching his jaw, knew the devil that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone had shown up, trying to steal his work. Grunting agitated, grabbed he a guy by his throat, smacking him to the ground. It pissed him off that someone else was trying to play hero.

You ignored Hell’s kitchen’s devil, working your way through Kingpin’s men. Shots were fired as you did a few backflips, avoiding them. With no way of seeing where you were going, straightened you your back again, bumping into someone. – “Sorry!” – you called out, peeking over your shoulder at the red leather fabric of a suit. You only heard a clearly annoyed sigh, followed by him grabbing a hold of your shoulders. You shrieked it out, getting thrown over his shoulder, falling onto the ground. – “Stay down!” – breathed he at you, his chest moving heavily with his deep breathing. You shuddered in pain, rolling over to your side. Damn the devil had some moves. 

The devil turned himself around as you swung your leg over the floor at him. It hit his ankle, sending him falling flat forwards. He pushed himself up with a deep groan. Touché thought you. He was clearly agitated now as he was ready to teach you a lesson or two, was it not for the few remaining men of Kingpin that required his attention. They were making an escape for it with some crates. You saw him turn his head to the direction of the sounds, without actually looking it. It was more like his ear needed to see then his eyes. He spurted away, going after them as you slowly pulled yourself up. Brushing some dust of your sleeves, allowed you him to take down the last men.

You saw it coming but let him have his go on it. He pushed you with his elbow against the wall. You chuckled in pain from the impact. – “Who are you?” – called he out, pushing his arm deeper onto your throat. You weren’t letting him intimidate you. – “Who’s asking.” – replied you, moving your lips closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips, making him shudder away. – “What are you doing here?” – asked he then. – “Same as you.” – answered you calmly. He didn’t answer back, just looked at you. observed you. He moved his head a bit to the side, so that his ear was closer to you. You swallowed a bit, finding the silence a bit tense. 

He suddenly smiled, turning his head towards you again. He let go of you, turning his back on you. – “Hell’s kitchen has no place for you!” – stated he, making very clear to you that he worked alone. You removed yourself from the wall, creeping up on him. – “I wouldn’t mind dancing…” – started you, coming to stand behind him. Very close that your chest was almost touching his. Moving your hand up, wanted you to let it slide down his shoulder. – “with the devil.” – finished you in his ear, your hand hovering over his shoulder to go towards his chest. With a quick grip had he his hand around your wrist. It startled you a bit, catching you off guard. He spun himself around, a dark grin on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his face inches away from your head.

You breathed out slowly, feeling his breath on your jawline. – “Believe me…” – whispered he to you. – “You couldn’t handle a night with the devil.” – your entire body shuddered from the tension he was releasing on you. It made him smirk, your heart pounding like a maniac. Before you knew it had he reached one of the broken windows. He sat on the frame, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Stay out of it!” – called he out to you, disappearing into the night. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “Who does he think he is?” – called you out loud, speaking to yourself and some unconscious men. – “As if he is the only one with a vendetta against Kingpin.” – scoffed you out. Hearing sirens in the distance, took you, your leave as well. Disappearing into the night. For it would not be your last night. No one was going to stop you, not even a devil who had such dare.

***

With heavy rain in your face, were you running stealthily over the rooftops. A guy who moved like a freaking ninja in pursuit. You jumped over a metallic pipe, slowing your tempo a bit down. The guy in pursuit, almost flew over it, making you gasp loud. You ran up to the end of the rooftop, being surprised by a fall to death. You gripped onto the edge, looking down at the deep alleyway below. Of course there was the fire-escape hanging on the side of the building, but it was too low for you to reach. You quickly turned around, standing face to face with one of Kingpin’s trusty men. He pointed his knife at you, luring you out. You took a few steps closer to him, readying yourself to fight him. You motioned for him to approach you as you were ready to take him on. 

Just as he was about to run over, was he suddenly gone. The devil standing in his place, grunting loud. You saw Kingpin’s man rolling over the rooftop, being hit by the devil himself. – “I told you to stay out of it!” – called he out, pointing at you as his face was still facing Kingpin’s man on the ground. – “And I decided to ignore that stupid ass decision.” – replied you, hearing him chuckle. – “I’m not going to ask you again! Back off!” – yelled he out, this time turning his head towards you. – “We’ll see about that.” – said you, running up to him. You kicked him in the stomach, releasing a blow of energy on him. The devil got throw almost across the rooftop, smacking against the other edge.

You tilted your head a bit to the side, focusing your attention on kingpin’s men. – “We weren’t finished yet.” – said you, cracking your knuckles. You readied your fist, feeling the energy flow through your veins, building up in one spot. Your hand started to glow in a shade of white. You screamed it out when you received a blow against your cheek. You stumbled down, seeing the devil hover over you. – “What are you?” – asked he of you, clearly still trying to figure you out. You got up to your feet, calling it out as you lashed out to him. He easily blocked your punch, standing face to face with you. 

Pulling yourself away, went you for another round. He easily blocked it as well. You threw in a kick, making him catch your leg before it could hit his body. You hadn’t been storing any energy in those limbs, so your punches weren’t as strong as before. He suddenly pushed you away from him just as kingpin’s man waved with his knife in the direction of both of you. His knife landed in the space between you, leaving the devil to grab his arm. With a punch of his elbow, released he his grip on the knife. You gritted your teeth, not finished with the devil, throwing a punch at him. He easily predicted what you were going to do, pulling the guy before him like a human shield.

You hit him in the stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs. The devil then tossed him aside, kicking you back. You stumbled backwards against the edge of the rooftop. – “You really want a go at this?” – asked he, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, got you back up. – “I do!” – spitted you back, not wanting to give him the pleasure. He curled up a smile, readying himself. You did the same, walking in a circle with him. Almost like a dance. You clenched your hand, collecting your energy in your fist. 

You noticed a slight change in the devil’s body language as if he sensed what you were doing. You called it out, going for him. The devil did the same, ready with his fist. The two of you were about to clash when Kingpin’s man made his debut again. You quickly staggered back, missing his knife by an inch. The devil kicked him in the face. The guy stumbled your way as you punched his other cheek, sending him wobbling back over to the devil. – “We make quite the team.” – breathed you out. You swore you could see a tiny smile on his lips. – “Don’t push it!” – replied he, kicking the guy in his sheen. He sunk to the ground, calling it out in pain.

The devil went after you again. He wanted to make it clear to you that he worked alone. Taking much pride in it. He grabbed you by the shirt, your back leaning over the edge. – “I’m not saying this again!” – called he out, pushing your back firmer on the edge. You took a hold of his wrist, wanting to be sure that he wouldn’t suddenly let go. If he did, you would simply tip over the edge into the darkness. – “I don’t need you!” – the tone in his voice firmly as he spoke every word out slow and with a deeper meaning. Your heart rate went up at the sudden sense of danger. You were hanging on the edge, your life in the hands of another. – “Do you understand!” – continued he. 

In a split second fell you weightless. Your body being held by feathers, your scream caught in your throat. Your mouth was wide open as your hands clawed desperately in the air, no sounds coming out of it. The devil had widened his eyes, feeling that his hands were empty. He came leaning over the edge, listening to your heartbeat. It was racing up in high speed, making him clench his jaw. Kingpin’s man had punched him with the back of his knife between his shoulders, releasing his grip onto you. You managed to hold onto a bar of the fire escape, breaking your fall a bit. The sudden snap made you release your grip, landing on the lower platform of the fire escape, squealing in pain. The devil jumped over the edge, landing on the highest platform.

He then made his way stealthily down, constantly focused on your heartbeat. He made it to where you were, kneeling beside you. – “Are you hurt?” – asked he worriedly. You gave him a push against his chest, not knowing what kind of charade he was putting on. – “You dropped me!” – yelled you at him. – “I…I…I didn’t meant to.” – answered he. You seated yourself down, putting pressure on your back. – “Right! How am I supposed to believe you didn’t just wanted to paralyze me, so I was out of your way.” – groaned you out, inhaling sharply from the pain.

“I’m not that cruel.” – responded he. – “Playing with the big boys is harder than it looks, right.” – added he with a slight bit of mockery towards you. You punched him in the shoulder to act out on him. You tried to stand as he quickly came to your aid. – “I don’t need your help!” – bit you at him, throwing his hand off your arm. You took a hold of the stairs, groaning in pain as you tried to make your way down. Your movement got pulled to a stop by a hand around your arm. – “Look you can’t be walking the streets like that!” – pointed he out, making you exhale deep. You spun around to him, sighing loud for him to hear. – “Well what would you have me do then?”

A large panel got slide aside as it functioned as a door. He gave you a small nudge in your shoulder, telling you to enter. You stumbled forwards as he pulled the ‘door’ to a shut. – “Make yourself at home.” – said he, walking casually around you. – “Who are you?” – questioned you, looking upon the most normal apartment. – “What, you think I lived in a cave or something with knifes hanging on the walls.” – chuckled he out, making you roll your eyes. – “No.” – answered you, stepping deeper into his apartment. – “just… different.” – you swallowed, moving slowly, biting through the pain. – “Sit!” – demanded he off you, pointing at his sofa. You limped your way over to it, letting yourself fall into the comfy seat. 

You exhaled relieved, feeling some pressure released from your spine. He returned to you with a pack of ice, handing it over to you. – “You really gonna keep the mask?” – asked you curious. He pressed his lips together, turning his back to you. You shrugged your shoulders, placing the pack of ice against your back. You immediately shuddered in both pleasure and pain. He made his way over to his table, hesitating to take his mask off. He exhaled deep, bringing his hand to the back of his head. With one pull, tore he his mask off his face. Exposed and feeling a bit weird, breathed he out deep. Placing his mask down, was he still doubtful if it was a right thing to do.

Without thinking much further, walked he back over to you. He seated himself down. You noticed him, gulping silently at his handsome face. You had expected a messed-up face, scratches, and scars all over the place. Instead were you staring at a handsome young man with a clean face. - “A face! Does the face has a name as well?” – called you out loud, seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Mine is Y/n if you were wondering.” – said you as first, letting him off the hook a bit. – “Matt.” – answered he. – “How’s the pain.” – asked he, pointing at you without looking away from the wall he was facing. – “It’s… it’s alright…” – replied you with a slight narrow of your eyes. 

There was definitely something off about him. – “Why are you doing this?” – continued he to ask. – “I mean playing vigilante.” – you moved a bit uncomfortable, clenching your jaw at a sting of pain. – “I…I…” – you exhaled deep, looking down at your own lap. – “Kingpin hurt someone close to me…family… I’m not letting him get away with it that easily.” – Clenching your hand, channeled you subconsciously energy at your hand. Matt sensed it again, inhaling sharply. – “What is up with that?” – you blinked surprised, looking at your own hand as if seeing it for the first time. – “Oh…” – breathed you out. – “I’m… I’m what you call a mutant. I can channel any kind of energy through my body, releasing it with a good blow or so.”

“What’s up with you.” – shot you right back, wanting to know his deal as well. Matt swallowed slowly. – “I’m blind.” – confessed he. You hummed baffled. You leaned a bit closer holding your hand out. You wanted to poke him in the cheek with your finger to see if he truly was what he said he was. Before your hand even reached his cheek, had he his grip around your wrist. Not even moving an inch with his head. He pushed your hand down, getting up. – “You can spend the night here, but then you leave, Y/n.” – you watched him go into another part of his apartment. 

Exhaling deep, sunk you deeper down into his sofa. Before the morning light were you gone already. Matt slowly awoke from his alarm. He stretched out, remembering he had let you in yesterday. He got out of his bed, walking into the grand living space. He couldn’t hear another heartbeat, making it certain that you had left. He exhaled deep, feeling a bit disappointed that you had left already. Frowning at his own thoughts, laughed he loud. He should be glad you were gone, for the devil works alone.

***

You jumped into an alleyway, thinking you were there first, but Matt landed in the same alleyway as you at the same time. – “You’ve got to be…” – mumbled you out, seeing Matt turn his head in annoyance at your presence. – “I told you to stay the hell away!” – called he out. You walked over to him, pausing close to his ear. – “I don’t listen very well.” – whispered you at him, continuing to strut away. Matt inhaled sharply, coming after you. You were making your way over to the building when a grip around your ankle, made you fall flat forwards. Matt walked past you, shrugging his shoulders. 

Clenching your jaw, pushed you, your fist against the ground. Getting up quickly, ran you around the corner. Matt stood in the doorway, waving at you as he closed the door before him. It made you groan out loud annoyed that he kept getting in your way. The door wouldn’t budge as he must have blocked it. Letting all the energy flow towards your hand, clenched you, your grip. Wanting to make an entrance, punched you the brick wall. Clapping your hands together, walked you in, stepping over the crumbled bricks. – “Honey I’m home!” – called you out loud, wanting Matt to hear you.

You stood a bit lost in the dark room, wondering if there was even a fight going on. It wasn’t until you heard clear punches being sold, that you smirked. You made your way quickly up the stairs, seeing Matt already busy in the fight. He punched a guy in the face, making him stumble on his feet. You grabbed the guy by his shoulder pulling him towards you. Handing him one of your own punches, fell he to the ground. Matt turned to you stunned, like a lion that had just been stolen his piece of meat by a hyena. He turned his head swiftly to the side, listening in as someone approached him. He diverted him, allowing him to crash into you. You fell to the ground with the man laying on top of you. 

“Huh, I guess not fast enough.” – joked he out with a deep chuckle. You pushed the man off you, wanting to punch him as Matt pressed his foot on the man’s stomach. He swayed his finger from side to side at you, telling you no. You called it out in annoyance that he kept proving to be better then you. You got up, walking away, letting Matt have his way with him. Matt felt a bit disappointed that he couldn’t taunt you anymore. You dodged knives and punches with such swiftness it almost seemed graceful. Matt and you were both stubborn in your fights, constantly trying to proof to be better than the other one.

Almost out of breath, delivered you a final blow. You turned your head, widening your eyes at a sudden heavy weapon. – “F*ck.” – breathed you out, seeing the weapon point at you. It was like a rocket launcher, ready to fire. Matt sprinted up to you, tackling you just when the rocket was launched. You smacked to the ground, rolling over with Matt’s arms around you. The rocket hit the wall, blowing a huge piece of the building up. Matt was laying on top of you, holding his head down, his lips close to your jawline. Crumbled pieces of building fell on top of him, shielding you from it. A wave of dust made its debut as well, coating the both of you. 

Matt coughed loud, lifting his head a bit up, his lips inches away from yours. He froze, hearing your heart beat loud and clear. It was speeding up as he couldn’t ignore his own heart racing up as well. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked he, his breath against your lips which felt so intimate. You slowly nodded, answering afterwards as Matt couldn’t see what you did. He pulled himself up, leaving you breathless. He held his hand out to you as you took it, letting him pull you up. The guy with the rocket launcher threw the weapon away as it only had one hit. Matt puffed his chest up, clenching his jaw. He made his way over in a very intimidating way.

You followed close by, wiping some dust off your face. Matt grabbed the guy by his shirt. He smacked him against the wall, dragging him along it. He then released his grip onto him, sending him rolling on the floor. He made his way over, kicking him in the stomach. It turned you a bit on at how brutal he was handling him. When blood was gushing out of his nose, called you him to a stop. He stopped, his blooded fist, hovering the guy’s face. He let go of him as you moved by his side. You stared at Matt, feeling a sudden urge wanting to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same as he grabbed you. 

He moved his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair up as he tried to reach your cheek, kissing you firmly. Your body shuddered at his kiss that felt so violent on your lips. Pulling him closer to your body, kissed you him deeper. Matt moved his thumb up towards your nose, trying to feel more of your features. Both of you pulled away out of breath. You nudged him with your hip. – “Does this mean we’re a team Matt?” – questioned you with a smile. Matt shook his head with a silly smile on his lips. – “I’ll think about it.” – whispered he out, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again.

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Don’t Go, Don’t Stray

Pairing:Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

Summary: After your air conditioner dies in the middle of a heat wave, you go to stay at Vladimir’s. With a sudden change of heart, he realizes he wants you to move in.

Word count: ~2,900

Author’s note: Um I told @angelaiswriting I would write this LITERALLY 1.5 years ago so bless her and her patience

Title is from the song of the same name by Transit: “Don’t go, don’t stray. Stay here with me. And if you need a little fresh air, well, we can sleep on the fire escape.”

—

It all starts with an air conditioner.

Of course your window unit would choose to die during record-breaking heat in the dead of summer, with the frenzy to buy them across the nation leaving it virtually impossible to get a new one.

So, you called Vladimir.

“Question for you.”

He hums and you continue. “My air conditioner just died and no one for 100 miles has one in stock. Do you think I could crash at your place for a few days? I think I might actually burst into flames if I stay here any longer.”

Vladimir freezes. Sure, you’re in and out of his apartment all the time, but it’s not like you’re leaving your stuff there. Even though you’ve been seeing each other for half a year, you’ve been careful to respect his need for boundaries — to have his space as his own. You knew he was, as he put it, “historically pretty shit” at relationships and he’d never had anyone move in before, and you had told him upfront that you didn’t want to put pressure on him — you just wanted to be with him. You didn’t think you had to live together for him to show you he loved you because he did it whenever you were together. And he adored you for it.

But, as he rolls the sleeves of his navy button down further up his arms, sweating already at 9 in the morning, he does agree that you probably will combust without AC access. And what’s the worst that could happen? And he’s also sure he can leverage this into some kind of sex thing.

“Hello?”

Shit. You’re still there.

“Sure, come by the garage so I can get you key.” he grins and you can hear it in his voice. “You owe me, малышка.”

“Ok, Saint Volodyaaaa. Thank you, love you, I’ll be down in like an hour.”

“You too, see you then.”

“Bye!”

Tolya walks in as his brother’s hanging up the phone, staring at it like it’s going to bite him.

“Who was that?”

“Y/N. Her air conditioner broke and she can’t find a new one with assholes buying them all up. She’s going to stay over until the heat breaks.”

Anatoly pauses for a few seconds, opening his mouth and closing it before he responds.

“Ok.”

“What?“ Vladimir narrows his eyes at his brother. "She’s over all the time. It’s just a few days.”

“I didn’t say anything! Just surprised.” Anatoly takes a sip of his coffee, his tone even. “It’s not like you’ve ever liked sharing your space.”

“I’ve never liked sharing space with you, shithead. There’s a difference.

Anatoly’s brow furrows. “Yeah. The difference being you’re terrified of living with a woman.”

“The fuck I am,” Vladimir snarls.

Anatoly rolls his eyes but stays silent, a well-practiced move in the years he’s spent by his fiery brother’s side.

His lack of further provocation works as intended, and Vladimir sinks back into the chair, running his hand through his blond spikes.

“There just hasn’t been any woman I wanted to live with.”

“Until Y/N?”

Vladimir nods his head yes and no in a back-to-back motion.

“But she’s not moving in, Tolya. Not now. It’s just for a few days.”

Anatoly’s long-worn patience finally breaks, shaking his head.

“I just do not understand why you’re being such a bitch about this.”

Vladimir is on hit feet in an instant, his chair scraping across the floor.

“The fuck did you just say to me?“

Anatoly chuckles darkly, taking a long sip of his coffee as Vladimir stands there, seething. He stares at his brother and Vladimir frowns, annoyed at how Anatoly’s dark gaze always seems to run straight through him, past the battle-scarred exterior and down to his core.

"You are fucking impossible sometimes, you know this? Would it hurt you to even consider using this as a trial run, hm? This is the longest relationship you’ve been in, you know you love her — and you could desperatelystand to benefit from having someone around who wasn’t me or mama or a cellmate.”

Vladimir turns on his heel, slamming himself back down into the chair, arms crossed. Anatoly was right, of course. He was being a stubborn prick. And for what? Pride? Because showing he was in a committed relationship was somehow a sign of weakness?

He sat there for a moment and did what Anatoly asked: consideredyou moving in with him. And he was pleasantly surprised that when he really imagined it, really thought about it, it made him happy. The feeling of having you there next to him every morning and night, knowing you were safe. Not having to text you to come over at 2 in the morning because he couldn’t sleep until you calmed him down. A space that was yours, together.

Vladimir sighed and looked up at Anatoly.

"I will … consider. Happy?”

“No. But this is a good decision, Volodya.” He clapped him on the shoulder, dragging another chair over to sit next to him. “Now, onto business.”

Fuck. The last thing Vladimir wanted was to spend more time talking about that fucking asshole in the black mask. And as they discussed Semyon and epinephrine and whatever else Anatoly was going on about, Vladimir couldn’t help feeling his attention drifting away to you. Secretly hoping that, if the next few days went well, he’d find the balls to ask you to stay.

–

Vladimir walks into the apartment and can’t help but laugh at the sight he’s met with. You must’ve just beaten him home from work and there you are, dramatically sprawled across the couch clad only in a sports bra and boxer shorts, relief evident in your face.

He hangs his keys near the door and walks across the room, giving you a light kiss on the forehead.

“Happy?”

You hum in response, reaching up to grab his face and bringing his lips to yours. “You have no idea. Thank you again.”

“‘Course, принцесса.”

You give a mischievous smile up at him, a knowing glint in your eyes.

“Before you start twitching, don’t worry, I’ve kept all my shit neatly organized on my side of the bed.”

Vladimir scoffs, gently flicking your head and chuckling as you give an exaggerated “ow.”

“I don’t twitch.”

“No?” You roll off the couch and walk over to the door, grabbing your sandals from their neatly slotted spot. You fix him with a dead stare.

“So it doesn’t bother you at all if I,” you pause, dropping your sandals, one after the other, on the living room rug, “do this?”

Damn, you had him. Vladimir hated mess, hated chaos — at least in his home. Because there was too much of it already in his life. For years, he craved a place where he could just breathe, and he was picky and territorial once he had it.

But rather that concede defeat, he chose to stride over to you, scarred hands lingering on your hips as he pushes you gently against the kitchen island.

“For smart woman, you forget I lived in a Siberian prison?” He makes a “tsk, tsk” sound and you roll your eyes. “You think something like dirty shoes bothers me?”

You sigh, cupping his face in your hands.

“I know it bothers you because you didn’t have the chance to keep things of your own or keep them nice. Hm?”

Vladimir just hums back, ignoring you, because his attention is now elsewhere. His hands dig into your hips firmly, holding you in place as he trails a line of kisses from the base of your ear down to your throat, relishing the goosebumps that rise on your flesh.

But then you nudge his chest and spin out of his grip, laughing as he quickly pulls you back to him.

“Vova, not now.”

“Why?” He moves his lip back to your neck, teeth and stubble grazing against your skin in the way he knows drives you crazy. And it’s crazy to him how fast he gets turned on so fast just by your presence, your laugh, the way the soft fabric of your sports bra is cut just so to show your cleavage.

“You did say you owe me.”

You laugh louder this time and escape his grip once again, earning a frustrated groan from him.

“No, no, you said I owe you, asshole, there’s a difference.” You swat at his chest, turning to counter and grabbing a laden grocery bag. “Besides, I already know how I’m making it up to you.”

You dump out the contents and gesture grandly.

“Carnitas!”

“That’s nice,” he says flatly, immediately grinning as you yell back at him.

“Oh my GOD, Vova, we will have sex later, stop pouting and be excited for delicious Mexican food!”

“Okay.”

He walks around the island to where you’re starting to assemble kitchen supplies and pulls you into him once more, but this time, with a softer intention. He’s really just thankful for you, for the time he has with you, when his fucked up life and his fucked up head just smooth out.

You stiffen, thinking he’s trying to get you into bed again, but immediately relax into him as he presses his lips into your hair with a quiet murmur:

“я тебя люблю.”

“I love you, too, babe. Now,” you push up on your tiptoes, leaning across the counter to grab a chef’s knife out of the set. “Can you please go put those formidable knife skills to use on these veggies while I work on this seasoning?”

“Sure.”

You pull your phone off the counter and put it on speaker, starting some kind of mellow indie rock hit that fills the room as the two of you take up your respective culinary tasks side by side. Vladimir glances at you and he exhales unconsciously, wondering why he would be so worried about making this permanent — getting lost in his own little slice of the ordinary and the beautiful with you.

–

One day turns into two, two turns into three. And when the heatwave shows no sign of slowing down and you ask him if he minds you staying longer, he doesn’t hesitate.

“As long as you need to, котенок.”

It ends up being a full seven days before the temperature breaks, and Vladimir finds himself facing a new dilemma. Instead of worrying that you were going to bring up moving in, now he’s worried you won’t want to.

“Don’t know why you’re being such a little bitch about this.”

His brother’s words ringing in his head, he grits his teeth and decides he just needs to do it. He just needs to ask. It’s not like he’s asking you to marry him. Fuck, that just sends even more anxiety flooding through him. If he was this nervous now, what the fuck would he be like if he wanted to propose?

He stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, giving himself his trademark death glare and muttering under his breath.

“You need to handle one thing at a time and calm the fuck down, mudak. Now, go ask your woman to live with you. And then Tolya can fuck off, too.”

Chewing at his lip unconsciously, he walks out the door and back to his bedroom where you’re still nestled under the covers, just waking up. You give him the sweetest, sleepiest smile and he finds some of his nerves dissipating.

He crawls back in and lifts his arm so you can slide into your preferred location on his chest, your soft hands tracing the lines of his tattoos.

You stay intertwined like this, comfy abs quiet for a few moments, before Vladimir breaks the silence, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers.

“I am glad you stayed this week.”

“Yeah, me too.” You hesitate for a second before continuing, something Vladimir doesn’t miss. “Honestly, it was kind of nice not having to shuffle back and forth.”

“Ok, ask her now … ok, now. HELLO. MUDAK.”

But he doesn’t. He just sits there, frozen, letting the silence stretch over the two of you. You break it and while your tone is light, when Vladimir looks at you, he realizes with a pang in his chest that your eyes don’t fully reach him.

Fuck, he was such a coward.

“I’ll make sure my place is fit for human habitation again and you can come over later this week?”

Finally, he finds his voice.

“I don’t want you to go.”

You shift off his chest and sit up, and he’s glad because he can feel his heart racing. You look at him, confused.

“You want me to stay over again tonight?”

“I want you to just stay. Every day,” he adds, hoping it’s enough for you to understand what he’s getting at. It’s weird for him, not being direct, but he just can’t bring himself to ask it outright. Because he doesn’t know what he’d do if you say no.

Dawning comprehension reads on your face and you tilt your head.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

Well, there’s no getting around it now. He grabs your hand in his, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“Da.” He feels you staring at him and can’t read the look, so he drops his gaze, panic creeping in even though he’s trying his best to keep his shit together. “Only if you want to. If not, I don’t care, I just thought it makes sense. Like you said, you would not have to shuffle back and forth and —“

He stops talking as you press your fingers against his lips, and hope flickers in his chest when he realizes you’re smiling.

“Hey. You’re very cute babbling like this right now, but you don’t need to be nervous. I love you and I love us, of course I’ll move in with you.”

He looks at you, pleasantly stunned.

“Really?”

"Yeah.”

He grins and pulls you up, giggling, into his lap so you’re straddling his thighs.

“This was much easier than I thought.”

Your smile fades slightly, replaced with a look of concern as you trace his stubbled jawline.

“Did you really think I’d say no?”

Vladimir shrugs, tattooed hands sliding up the bottom of your tank top to rest on the skin near your hip bones.

“I’ve never lived with anyone before besides family. Or other prisoners.”

He looks you over, taking in your softness, your bright eyes. Awestruck that someone as good as you would be with someone like him.

He smiles. “You are special, котенок.”

You beam back and kiss him, hard, and he melts under your touch, hands shifting from your hips to your ass.

You pull back slightly, smirking.

“I am special. And now,” you pause, nipping at his bottom lip before you pull back with a soft murmur. “You’re stuck with me, Ranskahov.”

He plays along, shifting one hand to tug in your hair, his turn to smirk at the whine that escapes your lips.

“Well, maybe I change my mind.”

You laugh, breathless and pupils blown wide.

“Don’t you dare.”

“No, no, don’t you worry.” Vladimir has you flipped on your back in two seconds, wrists pinned above your head. God, he could die happy with the way you’re looking at him right now, the color rising in your cheeks. For himand him alone.

“Now you’re the one stuck, pretty girl.”

“Oh well.”

You tug him down to you and he reacts instantly, falling into the familiar rhythm of losing himself entirely in you. His hand finds its way to the base of your throat as the other slips past the waistband of your panties in a practiced motion, his fingers gliding in the slickness between your legs up as he massages your clit.

“Fuck, Vova.”

And then, exhibiting a restraint he didn’t know he was possible of, he pulls back, and you actually yell in frustration as the contact is broken. Yep, this was payback for when you left him hanging for carnitas.

“Seriously?!”

“Your turn for frustration, принцесса,” he says in sing song. He takes your hands in his, grazing his lips across them as you glare. “Now that you will officially be living here, I have a question.”

“It better be an important one,” you grumble, and he tries to keep a straight face, but it’s hard. He loves you so much but, God, he can’t help himself from messing with you.

He cups your face in his hands, his touch such a tender contrast to his question that you dissolve into laughter.

“Can you please stop leaving your fucking jacket on the chair? We have many closets, you can take your pick.”

"Oh, I can, can I? How gracious of you. You chuckle and bring him down for a quick kiss. “I will, asshole, only because you asked so nicely.”

Vladimir pretends to look scandalized.

“I am alwaysnice.”

“No, you’re not. But it’s ok.” You lick your lips and grin, guiding his hand back between your thighs. "Nice guys could never do what you do to me.”

And as you crash back into each other, Vladimir is filled with the surety that no matter where you two are, as long as you’re together, he’s home.

Daredevil Masterlist (Misc.)

• Karaoke: Imagine getting hammered at a karaoke bar with Foggy Nelson
• Imagine them helping young kids with homework

Anatoly Ranskahov Masterlist

• Tangles: Prompt - “Shh, stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”
• No One Else: [Request] SweetheartAnatoly x reader fluff
• Courage, Dear Heart:[Request] Anatoly x Reader based off the song ‘Dancing On My Own’ by Robyn

HCs

• Sex

Vladimir Ranskahov Masterlist

• Don’t Go, Don’t Stray: After your air conditioner dies in the middle of a heat wave, you go to stay at Vladimir’s. With a sudden change of heart, he realizes he wants you to move in.
• Worth Fighting For:Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4[Request]Vladimir story where him and the reader get into an argument, reader storms off and almost gets killed and just how Vlad reacts to the situation
• Get Better: [Request] What would happen if Vladimir hit the reader? Like in a fight or something? 
• Light in Darkness: [Request] Imagine being woken up at night by his screaming, because he’s having nightmares from the torture camp. And you get to calm him down from it.
• Calculations:Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 [Request] Vlad abo imagine, reader is an omega runaway & needs a place to stay. Vlad says if she balances the books he will give her a place to stay, after a couple of years he realizes that she is his mate and ends in smut
• I Was Scared and I’m Sorry:Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3Both you and Vladimir struggle to fight the feelings you have for each other until the truth all comes tumbling out in an unexpected way. 
• Where Words Fail: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3[Request]The reader and Vladimir like each other but don’t express their feelings
• Can’t Escape My Love:[Request] Imagine Vladimir finding out you have a petty fear of spiders or something. “котенок, I have seen you kill men with bare hands, and you are afraid of little spider?”
• All That Matters: [Request] Vlad x reader proposal
• Happy Birthday, Vladimir: Imagine you surprising Vlad on his birthday but he freaks out when you explain what you and Toly schemed up to give him the day off. Happy ending though!
• The Only Exception:Imagine you’re a dance teacher and Vladimir shows up at your studio to surprise you with a present, prompting all your young students to ask if they can meet your boyfriend.

HCs

• Violence

lucky night

summary: you patch matt up after a bad night

pairing: matt murdock x reader

word count: 751

warnings: injury and first aid, slight gore? but not really

a/n: this is day 5 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt “you almost died, you asshole!” but i changed it just a tad

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The sound of your steps pacing across the hardwood floor of Matt’s apartment. The second you hung up with Foggy, you were on your feet, knowing you couldn’t sit still until you knew your boyfriend was home safe. You supposed that was just the life of a lover of a masked vigilante.

But tonight… Tonight was especially bad. You wouldn’t have known - you avoided the news like the plague on nights that Matt patrolled - but the second Foggy’s name flashed across your screen, your heart dropped to the floor.

There had been a fire by the docks, where you knew Matt was set to be tonight. It was bad, and so far there didn’t seem to be any survivors. You knew, logically, that there was a good chance Matt had gotten out unscathed. It was what he did most nights, sneaking around in the dark, getting out of life threatening situations. But if there had been any civilians in the area, you didn’t trust him to put his life first.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you stood from the couch, the only indicator of time was the changing of the neon billboard just outside the window.

Blue, red, orange, pink. Repeat. One minute. Again and again, until you finally turned to see Matt standing in the doorway to his bedroom, mask off and staring at you in that way that only he could. Of course he had snuck in without you hearing him. That’s what he was best at.

“Matthew,” you breathed, practically launching yourself at him. He caught you with ease, wrapping you in the scent of soot and coppery blood.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered back, tracing the lines of your face as if he had forgotten it in the hours he was gone. He sounded so calm, it almost put you at ease until you pulled your hand away from him and it came back black like ash.

“What the hell happened?” You were already backing away from him, just enough to pull off the skin tight black shirt and examine his body for wounds. This was your routine, your little bit of first aid training coming in handy to patch him up when a hospital wasn’t an option.

The front of him looked fine, the typical bruises and scars that littered his skin every day. It wasn’t until you turned him and saw the broad expanse of his back that you stopped every movement.

The skin on his back was uneven, a thick stripe of burn in a diagonal, as if something had caught fire and then fell on him. The skin around the burn was bruised and caked in both fresh and dry blood, the wounds trying to heal and reopening as he made his way back through the city to you.

You had seen through every: stab wounds and paper cuts and all the mess in between. But this was enough to shake you to your core.

“Would you believe me if I said it was a really rough night?” He tried to play it off as a joke, but you could hear the pain in his voice that he tried to hide from everyone else.

But not from you. Never from you.

You led him to the kitchen table, helping him take off his boots and pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs and scars. “You could have died, you asshole. Stop joking around.”

He could hear the fear in your own voice; you knew you couldn’t keep that from him, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he grabbed your wrist as you brushed past him to get your first aid kit, pressing a kiss to the soft skin before letting you go.

It was a thank you and an I’m sorry and everything else he had such a hard time putting into words.

When you returned to the kitchen, he was already positioned so his back faced you, and you set to work patching him up. Luckily, it really did look worse than it was - an argument he loved to use frequently - and less than an hour later you had coaxed him with pain pills and a glass of water before sliding into his silk sheets beside him.

As you listened to his breathing even out, finally falling asleep as the sun crept over the horizon, you let out a deep sigh and folded yourself into his side, content to let yourself breathe easy for another night.

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everything is beautiful.

-summary; Matt comes home to find his cross missing.
-warnings; blood, religious imagery.
-a/n;Blue Horses, Mary Oliver

It had been a rough night. Matt could barely walk. He stumbled up the stairs, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. He was dying, maybe he was already dead. He struggled to unlock his front door. You listened from your place on his couch. You listened as he struggled.

The smell of you was the first thing Matt noticed. He breathed a sigh of relief. His apartment was warm and dry and it felt good to be home. You didn’t move. Normally, you would wander over to him, help him to the bathroom. But not tonight. Matt felt and fumbled his way to the couch. He collapsed into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You were familiar. Matt felt the life flow back into him, his skin warming under your hands. He could smell your perfume, your shampoo. It all calmed him. He ran his hands over your skin, mapping you out. He came up to your shoulders and then ran his fingers through freshly washed hair. His thumbs stroked your cheeks. You didn’t smile like you usually did. His hands were leaving trails of half-dried blood behind them, all over you. He dropped his touch to your neck, where he noticed something new.

You weren’t particularly religious. You never had been, not since Matt has known you. He first approached you because he could smell the lapsed-catholic guilt that radiated off of you. And he never left. Neither did the guilt. Matt had never known you to wear a cross, not like he did. You never usually wore necklaces at all. He could feel your rings digging into his thighs. He could hear your earrings chime with every shake of your head. But this necklace was new.

He took the chain between his fingers and ran them down, down until they reached a very familiar pendant. A cross, cold against his skin. This wasn’t yours. Suddenly he noticed the lack of a cross around his neck. It was his.

“You’re hurt,” you state. “You’re weak, Matt. You can barely stand.”

“I thought that’s how you like me,” he joked. “I think I look good in red, no?”

You shook your head. Blood was drying on your skin and you felt dirty, sinful. Hail Mary’s would not make up for this.

“This is mine,” he tugged harshly on the chain and your head lunged forward, your lips brushing against his.

“You forgot it here before you left.”

You unclasped it. Matt heard the cross jingle. He felt your hands behind his neck, cold metal on his chest. The chain settled around his neck. Matt touched yours again, it was bare.

You watched as Matt stood. He pulled his shirt over his head. His whole chest was covered in red. He rest on knee on the couch and leaned over you. His hand cupped your jaw, holding you still so he could kiss you. His tongue swept into your mouth and all you could taste was blood. You pushed Matt away.

“I don’t like it. Go wash it off. Patch yourself up.”

“Help me,” Matt pleaded.

You hovered your hand over Matt’s. He could feel you trembling. You were shaking uncontrollably. Matt knew what you meant. If you tried to sew him up, you’d only hurt him more. Matt nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. You scrubbed your hands and face clean in the kitchen sink. You scrubbed until your skin was raw. Matt reappeared behind you silently. You jumped at the feeling of his hands on your hips. He smelt clean. You were comfortable again, leaning back against his bare chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to make it pretty. It’s blood,” you pleaded. “it’s not meant to be pretty.”

“Everything is beautiful if you want it to be.”

“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside all of us.”

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What about your creating process?
My process has actually changed a lot from back when I first started writing fic five or six years ago. I used to just open my laptop and start writing without much of a plan, and I think that definitely shows in my old writing. Now I always have to be at my desk, plan out the whole fic on paper, play piano music in the background, and have something to snack on (being on ADHD meds definitely doesn’t hurt, too). I know that a lot of that probably seems obvious, but the more fic I wrote, the more I wanted it to actually be good and meaningful, so it was only then that I really started putting effort into making a productive writing environment for myself.

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Do you have other fandoms you’d like to talk about?
The more fandoms I get into, the more I realize that I’m slightly addicted to a certain ship dynamic across all of them, that being the intimidating, protective, self-hating loner x the optimistic, supportive, emotional hopeless romantic. Obviously I found that in MattFoggy in Daredevil, but it’s also in Star Trek: TNG (DaForge), The Witcher (Geraskier), Our Flag Means Death (BlackBonnet), and like a billion others. This probably says something about my psyche, but I choose to think that it’s just a fun dynamic to read/write.

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