#ward meachum as your boss

[presidentmeachum]

do you have any hcs for ward as a boss?

Ward Meachum as your boss

When you first started at Rand you were super intimidated by Ward. The way he dresses and the way he walks are all reasons for that. And of course the fact that he’s super intelligent, straight forward and well-spoken.

First time going to the top floor felt very unreal and nerve-wracking but everyone was very welcoming, including Ward.

Ward always keeps his door open.

After working with him for a while he tells you to stop calling him ‘Mr. Meachum’.

He tells everyone they can call him Ward. But only to the people he likes. Which are a lot of people. There just are a very few obnoxious people tha the likes to keep on distance.

As intimidating as he can be, he can be very supportive as well. Even very sweet. Whenever someone has an emergency, like a family emergency, he tells them to leave. “There is nothing as important as family”.

Working closely with Ward has it perks. You get invited to the coolest parties and events. You also get to steal him away when he ‘needs saving from peasants’.

At late nights at the office he likes to order take-out for everyone who’s still there. He also likes to loosen his tie and take his jacket off. Not a bad view at all.

He is also very funny. Throwing sarcastic jokes during a serious meetings to keep the attendees awake is one of his favorite things to do.

Ward has implemented new guidelines and regulations within Rand. Like doing a lot for the environment for example.

He actually visits other departments too and really wants to know what’s going on in the company. He actively works together with his coworkers and treats them as equals.

He also shows interest in the coworkers he likes. As much as he hates obnoxious people, he also tries to maintain healthy relationships within his company to make sure everyone feels good working at Rand.

#ward meachum #precious muffin #tom pelphrey #iron fist #working for ward meachum #ward meachum hc's #ward meachum headcanon #ward meachum as your boss #marvel's iron fist #marvel #netflix #Anonymous

[kilyra]

I Regret Things

Ward Meachum (Iron Fist) One-Shot for a challenge

A/N: I joined @trashmenofmarvel​​​ ‘s Trashman 2K Challenge with at the very last minute with the prompt:  “You're gonna regret this. You know that, right?”. But...please bear in mind, I started this fic a few hours ago and a few drinks ago LOL

While you were out celebrating a successful pitch with your boss...you may have celebrated a bit too much.

Warning: Drinking. No spoilers. But also no promises - this might be a bit rough both for content and typos!

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“And six shots please.”

Ward's eyebrows lifted at your order, silently questioning you from across the small, round table.

“On his tab again,” you finished, nodding his direction as you smiled at the woman taking your order.

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” He drawled as a nervous, faint smile flashed tightly across his lips.

“Of course I'm sure. It's a great idea. The whole night will probably end up on your tab in fact.” Looking back up, you caught the server's smirk as she nodded and left, refusing to get involved.

Resting on his elbow, his fingers danced along his temple as he leaned closer. “Six shots?"

“We're sharing,” you said, as though he didn't already assume that.

His lips drew together in a tight line as his eyes dulled while he stared at you. The corners of his mouth finally tugged in a frown and you had to let your eyes drop to the table before you laughed. Sitting up straighter, he tilted his head, continuing to shoot you a disapproving look.

“Oh, come on, we're celebrating. I nailed that presentation.”

Letting out a long huff through his nose, his frown seemed to deepen even as he gave a slow nod. “Yeah, you did. Which is why we're here, but-”

“But I didn't just nail it, did I? I nailed it when you expected me to fail.” Although you meant it to come out lightly, there was a bit of bite to your tone.

His doubtful frown dropped entirely as his eyebrows smoothed back. Somehow, his fleeting blank expression was more serious than his scowl. “Oh, now hang on.”

Before he could finish, the server returned with your drinks a tray of shots. You had never had such fast service, but you also had never been out with a man who oozed such class in his crisp three-piece suit.  

Sitting back, he ran his hand down his tie, smoothing it in place as the server set the drinks on the table before leaving with a relaxed smile. For a second, your hand hovered over your cocktail before finally reaching for a shot glass.

Although he kept his eye roll relatively contained, it was impossible to miss as he reached for one of the shot glasses on his side. Holding it up as an across-the-table-cheers, you both nodded before downing the shot.

It burned. And, judging by how Ward's eyes squeezed shut, you weren't alone with that.

Staring at the glass he set to the side, his voice was slightly raspier as he tried to continue his point. “I didn't expect you to fail, by the way.”

The drink burned all the way down with such heat, you could pinpoint the exact point in your body the liquid was sliding. And that taste...it drove you to grab your actual drink and taking a deep sip to wash it away.

“You didn't?” You were surprised at how thick your voice was.

His eyes snapped up to yours. "No. Do you actually think that?"

Grabbing your second shot, you motioned for him to the same. Arching his eyebrow, he didn't reach for his. “Really, Y/n?”

“You're my boss. Like hell I'm going to answer that without at least another shot.”

Scratching his thumb across his forehead, he gathered his shoulder in a light shrug of resignation. This time, your glasses almost touched in cheers.

But the burn was still the same. Shuddering, you couldn't help it as your tongue darted out in a soundless gag. You were so preoccupied with the strength of the shot, you missed Ward's expectant stare.

“Well? You had your shot...now answer. Do you really think I'm sitting around, wanting you to fail?”

The warmth had spread across your stomach and distantly you realized there was an extra rush when you shook your head. “I didn't say you wanted me to fail, but you were the one who kept saying it wouldn't work. That Aramag would hate it. You expected me to fail. But here we are! I'm like Rand's rising star!'”

Lifting his eyebrows, a smile crossed his lips before he took a sip of his drink. "Here we are. And...just so we're clear...to you, thinking a pitch won't work is the exact same as expecting someone to fail?”

There was something in the way he looked at you that made your stomach flip. His soft brown eyes had a way of grabbing you and not letting you look away. Finally, you shrugged and reached for your final shot.

“Uh, maybe you should space those out a bit?”

Thumbing the glass, you smirked in a fairly transparent bid to get out of answering his question. It suddenly seemed silly when he said it that way.

"Aww, do you need  a breather, is that what you're saying?" Lifting your shot glass to your lips, you didn't give him much chance to reply as your eyes darted from his to his glass and back.

“You're gonna regret this. You know that, right?” His words came out in a sigh as he picked his shot.

Your glasses sloppily clinked in cheers before you each downed your shot.

Somehow, it didn't burn as much.

Ward let his glass clunk hard on the table as he set his empty shot with the others. “So uh...I guess I do need to make this clear...I can think an idea is bad and not want you to fail.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as he came back to your statement. You didn't think he'd take it so seriously, but as he made great efforts to explain it away, embarrassment started creeping in.

But he seemed to take your silence as a signal to keep going. "Actually, I think this may be the first time that I thought an idea was terrible but trusted the person enough to let them pitch it anyhow. Other than Joy, of course..."

There was a wistful undertone to his voice as he let his gaze drift into the distance. In the moment's silence, you focused on your drink, scratching at the drops of condensation. Finally, you cleared your throat. “But it wasn't a terrible idea. I got the contract.”

The dreamy quality didn't seem to drop from his eye as he looked over at you. “Exactly. It wasn't. Which is why I'll be drafting up a promotion for you on Monday, Y/n. You're more in touch with some of our clients than I will ever be. You've proven that that today.”

“You...what? Are you...seriously?” Did your tongue seem thicker suddenly? Or maybe numb?

Ward's eyes narrowed as he scanned your face. There was a faint crease between his eyebrows as he flicked his fingers up from the table. Within seconds, the server was there and he was asking for water.

Before she returned, you hauled yourself to your feet, waving off his concern. “Oh, I'm fine. I just need to go to the washroom.”

But..once you were on your feet, everything seemed to sway around you and your stomach flipped violently. “I...I regret things now....”

Huffing out a soft chuckle, he hopped to his feet and slipped his arm around your back, tucking you against him. "Alright, rising star...lets just let you home..."

For once that night, you didn't feel like arguing.

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#ward meachum x reader #ward meachum #iron fist #trashman2kchallenge

[yutaya]

Iron Fist Rewatch: 1x03: Rolling Thunder Cannon Punch

That's so terrifying. You look an entitled asshole in the eyes and say "no" when he tries to pressure you into doing something morally corrupt that would actively hurt another person - one who has specifically asked you for help - and then armed home invaders break in in the middle of the night. Ward is basically the mafia boss that Colleen has just pissed off, from her POV. No wonder she hates him.

Wow, now I want the fanfic where Colleen keeps calling Ward a mafia boss to his face. "Just because I'm under your mafia family's protection NOW doesn't make that time you put out a hit on me any better, mobster." "'Mob-' I never put out any 'hit'. I'm not the mafia." "You don't need to bother with pretence here, mob guy." (Danny helpfully does not point out that Ward definitely put out a hit on him, but the entire room is still painfully aware.)

Danny: Sorry the people trying to kill me broke your lock.

Colleen doesn't for one second find it out of the question that the cops might be in on the whole "corrupt rich white man is doing shady illegal things and trying to have a 'problem' 'fixed'" thing. Danny does, ("I haven't broken any law?") because Danny spent ten years as a rich white boy and then the next 15 in a culture completely separated from the rest of the world's reality. Or: Danny, a rich white boy, trusts the police. Colleen, who tries to make her dojo a safe space for a bunch of underprivileged majority bipoc kids living in the "bad part of town", does not.

Possibly the reason they speedrun us through Ward going up to the penthouse again is to remind the viewers how obnoxious it is to get up there before we see Danny climb the building later?

I forgot about this freaky tube thing. What is that? High tech coffin? lol. There's an implied "you should be unsettled by this" vibe to Harold's whole "it's so peaceful in here, I can't help but doze off" but when I don't know what the tube is the context is kind of lost on me.

Again with Ward calmly asking for an explanation about such a seemingly insane business choice, especially one that he's going to have to explain to people, and Harold brushing him off. Infuriating. And let's just toss in a sprinkling of "Joy has always been and always will be better than you, who can't do anything."

Harold: "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this all for you?" Me: "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU." He doesn't even just say "I'm doing this for you." No, he has to say "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm doing this for you?" Rather than simply lying, he just has to back Ward into that corner. Ugh. UGH.

Ward: closes his eyes, long huff of breath. I should start a count of how many times he does this.

MY SKIN IS CRAWLING. Freaking Harold. Ugh ugh ugh he's the worst.

Danny you realize you're both disrespecting Colleen AND talking about pretty sensitive subject matter right in front of her student?

Joy: "We need to do the right thing." Me: "You keep telling yourself you're a person who cares about that, Joy."

Joy used to do Ward's homework for him????

Like, what?

Seriously, what?

Was this supposed to be a cute exchange? Because my Asian American upbringing says it's NOT.

Joy: "In another life, this would have been romantic." Danny: "Gross, you're my sister."

"You and Ward, you're the only link to a life that I had. It kept me going under very difficult circumstances." ;___;

Joy talking about clinging to her dreams of Harold meeting her after school and holding her hand and smiling at her in her grief after he died is making me so miserable. To Joy, Harold means comfort.

Danny: *Starts talking about ghosts* Joy: Oh right, he's crazy.

Colleen: "You dishonor yourself when you fight for money."

Jeri, who has literally been mind-controlled, almost got murdered slowly and painfully, and brought a killer to her wife,

Young intern Jeri Hogarth calling the boss's secretary a "hatchet faced bitch" and then bribing said boss's 10yrs or younger kid not to tell is. Well. It sure is a thing.

I still want Danny inviting Jeri to Defenders friend group hangouts and Foggy and Marci both blanching. Jessica and Jeri can snark at each other and Danny can be like "You're friends too! I didn't know!! :D"

Honestly, I would have watched a whole show on the intricacies of classism issues, with the Elite like Jeri and the Meachums teaching Danny how to live and maneuver in that world and Colleen and the dojo and Big Al teaching Danny about the reality of life for the lower class, and our golden-hearted Danny in the center of it, consistently determined to do what's Right,

Joy: lol, isn't this such a fun, teasing, sibling-banter thing we do, me joking about how I'm going to close this deal and you would only endanger it?

Harold: punches trainer full in the face, then casually suggests weapons next time while the guy is still groaning on the ground

Is Gao terrorizing Harold and making him kneel on glass supposed to make me feel for Harold? No one deserves this but that doesn't make Harold magically not a monster.

Danny.... just taking over lecturing the class is not respectful to Darryl or Colleen either.

Danny: "What kind of soldier training is this? They're acting like kids!" Colleen: "That's the POINT! I am not training them to be soldiers, I am creating a safe space for them to be kids when they usually can't be in the rest of their lives." Danny's warped K'un Lun upbringing really shows here. It's heartbreaking to remember that Colleen isn't just some good samaritan either - that she was raised in a cult too and has her own warped upbringing viewpoints.

A line I need to appear in a Ward/Misty/Claire pov fic: "Colleen tends to seem normal because most of the time she's next to Danny. It's easy to forget that actually, she's completely batshit."

Colleen keeps throwing Danny out for bringing trouble to her doorstep and then not really fighting it when he sticks around anyway (Which: Danny. Danny, this is problematic behavior, Danny.) - it's when he becomes a danger to her students that she gets serious about it. Even if Danny wouldn't physically harm them again, he is now a drain on their mental health: he represents a potential danger, a reason to be constantly on guard, and a removal of their safe space.

Ward clearly has no idea what the heck Joy is doing. It's all very troubling and this family is so messed up.

The way Ward ever so slightly shakes his head at Joy as she bribes Patel with his nephew's actual life.

The blanket into snow is a great transition shot

Joy feels like Ward refuses to tell her things the same way Harold refuses to tell Ward things! But Ward doesn't actually have the ability to tell Joy anything because he doesn't know anything! Ugh!!

On Joy's desk: a photo of her and Ward toasting at some party. She also has a copy on her shelf at home.

Joy poured her blood sweat and tears into Rand. She's proud of it. To Ward, it's a prison.

Wait so their plan is that there's no record that Danny Rand ever existed? Like, besides. The city's collective memory? People know about Danny Rand, guys. You need to delete the ability to connect this adult man to Danny Rand, not young Danny's entire paper trail. I mean, anything linking them would be included in literally everything about Danny but still. Seems unnecessary and suspicious?? I know nothing about crime.

Jeri casually constantly reminding Danny that the Meachums are the corrupt villains of this story must be really messing with Danny's head. Not that she's wrong. Poor boy.

"Isn't it obvious!? I'm not your sister. He's not your brother. We don't want you here." brb crying forever

I have to appreciate that this fight moderator is actually trying to run a semi-safe tight ship behind the showmanship

"Cut the Floyd Mayweather shit." Floyd Mayweather: a former professional boxer, competed from 1996-2015. Often referred to as the best defensive boxer in history, as well as the most accurate puncher. Nicknamed "Pretty Boy" by his amateur teammates because his defensive technique left him with relatively few scars.

That whole Randy biting Colleen (breaking the rules about going too far laid out at the start of the fight) and then her climbing on top of him to keep on punching after he's down was really framed like one of those troubling "the hero loses control and it's bad" type scenes.

I am very curious about Jeri and the Meachums' history. Jeri and Ward snark at each other so much in this meeting. And they definitely seem amused while doing so. Also Joy was like "Hogarth" at Ward earlier, and Jeri described their relationship as "complicated" to Danny.

Ward slumps down in his seat so he's lower than anyone else in the room, despite probably being the tallest. This is probably meant as a show of dismissiveness: Danny's case is so insignificant that he doesn't need to respect them by sitting up straight - but it IS interesting, from a power dynamics in staging perspective.

Ward, who has a constant escape plan of stealing from his employees and running away with Joy, plus was literally talking about leaving and starting over with nothing earlier in this same episode: "It could have been easy. You could have taken the money and had a great life."

The elevator level can be controlled by the lobby man???

Another picture of presumably child Joy on Harold's desk, as a toddler this time. How many does he have?? This is cruel set dressing.

Harold playing on Ward's loyalty again. "I need you to help me. I don't have anyone else."

#iron fist #iron fist rewatch #the immortal iron fist #my stuff #rolling thunder cannon punch

[trashmenofmarvel]

Imagine Being Ward Meachum’s Personal Assistant

Ward is extremely demanding, a stringent perfectionist, and has little patience for mistakes

The first time he snapped at you, you put your foot down and told him not to speak to you that way, and ever since then he talks to you as an equal

No one lasts as Ward’s assistant longer than two months, but you’ve been there over six months and no one can quite figure out how you “tamed” the Big Bad Wolf

Ward seems to genuinely value your opinion, even as you’re not sure why a CEO would care what you think

The first time you made him laugh was over a biting remark over one of his board members, and he seemed just as surprised as you for his reaction

You hit it off with Danny immediately and soon become thick as thieves to Ward’s great regret (”Great, I have to deal with two of you now”)

Ward begins to give you more responsibility as trust builds between you, and you spend many late nights in his office together eating take out while going over reports and notes

Sometimes your new responsibilities require going to his loft, which would ordinarily be No Big Deal until you realize you had developed a huge crush on your boss

Things get more dicey with the company holiday party coming up, and when you ask him if he’s going and he says no, you tell him he should

When he asks why, you say, “Because I’ll be there, and I’m your favorite person in the world,” and you can tell Ward’s trying not to smile as he says, “That is true”

Catching you completely by surprise, Ward actually shows up to the party, and ignoring the scandalous glares of his board members he spends all of his time with you

The evening ends in the best way possible: Ward manages to catch you in private and kisses you under the mistletoe

#iron fist #iron fist imagine #ward meachum #ward meachum imagine #marvel imagine #dating Ward #I'M BACK BABY

[scribeofmorpheus]

Dangerous Liaisons Part 6

Catch Up here!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: 3888 (It’s a long one guys)

Rating: L for Strong language! Is that even a rating?

A/N: Okay, this took me a while to finish because I kept getting distracted. Editing? What editing? Just ignore my errors for now! But! I really enjoyed the dynamics in this one. Writing for Karen and Ward was the most fun I’ve had in a while. Especially, the dark side of our heroine! Not a lot of Billy sadly, but he’s front and centre in the next chapter... and so is the prickly family dynamic! (I also tagged some new people to this update, hope you don’t mind). Don’t be afraid to ask to be tagged! Sidenote: I’ve been waiting forever to use this gif.

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You made your way through the busy offices of the Bulletin. The room was buzzing with life. Employees in middle-class dress smarts hovered around from desk to desk. Some had files in hand, others typed away brutally at the clunky, old computer keys. The atmosphere was electric… productive. As a kid, your father had spent many hours dealing with interviews and alike, but always in the comfort and security of his own home. He always liked having the high ground, made reporters feel uneasy in unwelcome spaces. Except for this one reporter, Ben Urich.

You had been barely out of your teen years when you had watched through ajar doors as your Father lost his iron-clad composure after being accused of something malicious by the straight-shooting reporter. You had never seen anyone rattle your Father to that extent. Ben Urich had gained your respect in that moment, and it wasn't until this very moment that you realised just how much you admired him for that. The irony of Karen Page working for the same newspaper as the one reporter you respected did not escape you.

"Can I help you?" asked a balding man with a salt and pepper beard and drooping eyes. He was cleaning his glasses using his tie as he stood like a man of authority next to a door labelled:  'EDITOR' with a name underneath written: 'Mitchel Ellison'.

"Mitchel Ellison, I presume?"

"Just Ellison," he extended his hand once his glasses were fixed back onto his face. You shook it. "Still haven't answered my question." He said plainly.

"Ah, yes sorry. My name is Y/N Y/L/N." He raised a brow at the mention of your last name. He recognised you then.

"Ah, the elusive heiress to Armistice Security," he said knowingly.

You shouldn't have been surprised. Your Father was Carl Kurogawa, CEO and founder of one of the leading military contracting companies. The press loved him and after Henry's death… well, more and more people were digging into your family's history. That's one of the reasons you legally changed your last name to your mother's maiden name.

"Since my Father and I don't share the same last name, I'm inclined to correct you on that front. I have no affiliations with Armistice Security," You said rather harshly.

"If that were true you'd have sold your shares a long time ago," he retorted quickly. No doubt Ellison had a hard time trusting people, but at least he called things as he saw them.

You sighed, "I'm here to see Karen Page. I called earlier about giving her an exclusive."

"What about?"

You smirked, "Sorry, that's privileged information. You'll just have to find out about it in the editorial room." Ellison huffed lazily, you amused him a little.

"Her office is right through there," He pointed down the hall and to the right.

"Thank you." You smiled flatly.

You knocked on the door with a sign covered by masking tape with the name Karen P. written on it. It was obscuring the name of whoever owned this office space before her.

"Just a second," a soft female voice spoke out.

Impatient, as always, you opened the door anyway. Karen was about to speak from behind her laptop screen, but upon seeing you, her face had a confused look plastered on it.

"Who?--" She squinted her eyes trying to remember. She didn't seem to recognise you. Being in a room full of reporters who usually could pick you out in a crowd, this was certainly a refreshing first. A laugh tried to trickle out of you but you held it back and instead chose to introduce yourself.

You held out your hand, "Y/N Y/L/N. We have an appointment today..." Karen still had a hard time placing you, this time you did giggle. "The Rand Enterprise exclusive about expansion in Hong Kong."

And suddenly, like lightning hitting its mark, Karen finally put two and two together.

"Of course, sorry," She returned your handshake. "I've been swamped lately, and as you probably deduced for yourself, I'm a little new at this." She gestured to her desk filled with overflowing, loose paperwork.

"Reporting or an efficient filing system?" you joked. She laughed awkwardly.

"Both," she sat down and gestured to the chair in front of her desk for you to have a seat. "Which is why I am a little apprehensive as to why you chose me to handle such a story. In fact, why the New York Bulletin? Isn't the Hong Kong expansion something a business magazine would kill to get an exclusive on?"

You smirked, "Oh, it is. Which is why I'm not giving the exclusive to a business magazine. Also, I read some of your other stories. You tend to be discrete about who your sources are when they want to keep things hush, hush."

Karen pulled out a notepad and pen, clicking it once to jot down something on her notepad.

"Why the secrecy? It's not like you're reporting on anything the company doesn't want the world to know… right?"

"I'm just… beating a colleague to the punch," You felt proud at the prospect of Ward reading this exclusive in a small newspaper after he had spent months preparing to give this exclusive to the Wall Street Journal. The look on his face when he finds out he doesn't have an exclusive anymore filled you with delight.

"Sounds alarmingly ambiguous."

"It sounds like an exclusive."

Karen took hint of your tone and cleared her throat, "Okay, so what can you tell me about Ward Meachum's new merger deal?"

You crossed your legs and leaned back, but made sure not to look too comfortable. "For starters, I can tell you it's not Ward Meachum's merger. He shook hands and posed for photo ops but they were my contacts and it was my project. I worked in Hong Kong for several years before I returned. Suffice to say, I had the means, Ward had the poster boy look."

Without skipping a beat, Karen jotted down on her notepad in shorthand. You were curious to read what she had written down, but this story wasn't what was important right now. You needed to gain her trust and get her guard down before asking about the incident with General Schoonover.

"Why did you leave Hong Kong?"

"I'm sorry?"

Karen plastered on a genial smile, "You mentioned your posting in the Hong Kong offices as being your primary qualification for spearheading this merger. If you managed to accumulate such good connections, why leave such a promising post? Wasn't accepting the post at Rand a step down?"

Karen was a sly one, this explained why someone with no background in journalism got ahead so quick. She was fishing for two stories in one interview. The Rand scoop and why you were offering her the Rand scoop. You made a mental note not to underestimate her. "This story isn't about me, Miss Page."

"Is it not? You’re not a disgruntled employee as far as I can tell. And giving a small newspaper access to such an exclusive doesn't make much sense unless you're trying to gain all the credit, but that wouldn't exactly help moral at the workplace if they found out you leaked the story. And unless you're Mr Meachum's scorned lover--"

You snorted a little at the insinuation of you being Ward's scorned lover. "You want to know what I get out of this. What my angle is."

"To be frank, yes."

"That's easy Miss Page. An ally at a respectable paper. That's something of great value in my line of work."

"In corporate legalities or military law?"

You smiled. Karen had just given away her ace in the hole. She had done research on you, which meant she knew exactly who you were when you walked into her office. She really was a sly one. "In a competitive corporate world."

You both exchanged a look that carried the fake pleasantry smiles not uncommon with most of your social interactions, but both you and Karen's eyes held a glare that spoke volumes. It was a look of respectful rivalry and cautiousness.

"Look, Miss Page--"

"Karen is fine."

"Okay, Karen. We can spend hours going round in circles, continuing this verbal detente with one another, or you can ask what you really want to ask me and save us both some time."

"It's the same question. Why me? And no bullshit. Why come to me, out of all the other more qualified and respected reporters? Why come all the way down to Hell’s Kitchen?"

"To be honest. My father hates this newspaper. And my boss is an ass. So if I can manage to serve a big ol‘ 'fuck you' to the both of them, it's a win-win for me." Karen seemed pleased with your answer. "But, there is one other reason."

"Yes?"

"The Punisher."

Karen froze for a second, you noticed her battling for control to remain unreadable.

"Whatever do you mean?" She asked, trying to seem oblivious to what you were implying.

"You are the one who wrote of his demise, did you not? It was quite the… unexpected angle. You framed his narrative to be more sympathetic than most other news outlets."

"I wrote Frank's story. Everyone else had already written about the Punisher."

"And weren't you assigned his case when you worked for… Oh, what was their name again? Murdock and Neilson?"

Karen's brows knitted together and she straightened her back to appear slightly taller than you, "Nelson and Murdock." Karen huffed. "And here I thought I was the one conducting the interview here."

Strong-arming Karen was proving to be ineffective. It was time to play a different angle. You sighed and stood from your chair, gathering a file from your purse and presenting it in front of Karen.

"Look, Karen. I'm not here to accuse you of anything. If anything I commend you for writing the real story about Frank Castle. It shows your willingness to bring the truth to light. It's the reason I thought you could help. You worked with him and I know you were at the scene of General Schoonover's murder."

"How?" Her eyes skittered between you and the file.

"I also know that you've read up on me. You and me have something in common." Karen broke eye contact for a brief moment. "I just want closure. And I think… I think you knew the Punisher better than you let on. And everything that happened, all the people he killed… I think they were part of something bigger. Schoonover, Frank and… my brother’s death." You had to pause to take a breath. "It's all connected. And I've hit a dead end. You're the last thread I can pull. I know you know something. I'm just hoping..."

Karen looked at the file you gave her. It had your brother’s name printed on the yellow jacket. She sighed and slid it back to you. "I don't know anything. I'm sorry."

You smiled with disappointment, sliding the file back to Karen. "I've got more copies. Keep it." You grabbed your bag and headed for the door. "My numbers on the back. In case you suddenly remember something." As you walked out the door, you caught a glimpse of Karen burying her head in her hands and whispering a soft "Fuck" under her breath. That made you smirk slightly. Now you just had to wait and see if she'd call.

Even though you knew full well that you and Karen had kept your voices more than professional, you couldn't help but feel eyes on you as you walked out of the Bulletin's doors. Specifically, the judgmental eyes of Mitchel Ellis.

***

When you got into your car, you finally let the tough as nails act slide away and suddenly you felt limp. You closed your eyes and looked up at the car's roof feeling particularly aimless. As the seconds turned to minutes, your mind kept trying to make sense of all the puzzle pieces that didn't fit together in your investigation. Then, your phone chimed from inside your pocket. You half expected it to be Cecil and the other half… well, you reprimanded yourself for wishing it was Billy. What you didn’t expect to find was an email from Ward. Not just any email, a letter of notice.

He was firing you.

Over a fucking email.

The damn merger story hadn't even been put to print yet, even if it had, your name would remain anonymous. Which leaves the very probable reason for your contract termination being the result of a hurt ego and rejected advances.

"Asshole!" You swore. Rage bubbling to the surface, you typed away at your phone and sent a message you knew you'd come to regret, but your anger had gotten the best of you.

"Karen. About keeping my name anonymous, don't bother." You hit send and without missing a beat, you dialled Cecil's number. If Ward wanted to play dirty, you had no problem playing it his way.

"Heyyo," Cecil answered in a drowsy tone.

"Hey, I need a big favour."

***

You stormed your way up to Ward's office, ignoring the protests of his assistant clomping after you in heels she wasn't comfortable running in.

"Ma'am!" She whisper-shouted frantically after you as you burst into his office. Ward had turned to you with a shocked expression mid-sentence. A room full of important busy-bodies craning their necks to look at who cause this disturbance. Ward glared at you menacingly and then eyed his assistant who swallowed loudly. "I'm sorry Mr Meachum. I tried to stop her."

"That's quite alright. We're just finished in here," Ward buttoned his three-piece suit-jacket and motioned for the men to exit the room. A fake smile tugging at his lips. When you were finally alone, Ward closed the door behind him before walking over to his desk. He leaned his tall frame against it languidly. When he didn't speak, you did.

"A fucking text, Ward? You don't have the balls to fire me yourself, you had your assistant type up the fucking thing?" You tried to keep a handle on your temper. "What was the reason? Please tell me there's a better reason than your hurt pride!"

Ward gave you a cheeky smile, enjoying your anger a bit too much. "Well, you mean despite you showing up late to the meeting the other day, then feeding me some bullshit excuse of traffic being the reason you were late? And don't even get me started on all the other times you've put off work hours to do God knows what!"

"You're firing me for tardiness? I'm the one who spearheaded this expansion project in the first place. Without me-"

"I'm firing you for unprofessional conduct. You can do whatever you please after office hours, but social calls the same day you're late to the closure of the project you were in charge of? That's unacceptable."

"So this is about your dumb fucking ego!"

Ward's eye twitched and you could all but see his professional disguise begin to crack, "I expect you to remove yourself from the premises immediately before I call security. You can collect your things from rece-"

Before Ward could finish his threat, you took out your phone and pressed send on a video file. In an instant, Ward's phone chimed from his desk. He glanced over at it and saw your name on the email.

"The fuck is this?" Ward asked, an eyebrow arched.

"This is me choosing to stoop to your level, Ward." Your words were saturated in disgust.

"Is this a threat?" He gawked at you, completely surprised.

"Open it and find out."

Ward did as you suggested and his face went pale. The video showed him rifling through his desk drawer and pulling out a small tin, before proceeding to empty it of its contents and snort the white powder that came from it.

"I think that camera angle suits you. Does those cheekbones of yours the justice they deserve." You held up your own phone which played the same video.

"You bitch!" Ward snarled.

You took a step back and held up a single finger, "I'd be very careful about what you do next, Ward. One press of a button and I send this video to a very respectful reporter whom I was just in talks with a few hours ago. Then the whole world will know that the respectable and business savvy, Ward Meachum has a coke problem."

He clenched his fists till they went white, "How the fuck did you get your hands on that? Are you spying on me now?"

You laughed, "I have better things to do, Ward. But don't forget, I'm great at making connections. And this is a video from your security cameras in your office. I just know a guy who's good with computers."

"What do you want," Ward's words came out hesitantly.

"My job back for starters. I've worked too hard for someone like you to get in the way of it. Shouldn't be too hard to do, I'm guessing you hadn't consulted anyone about it. We can just keep your email between you, me and your lovely assistant."

Ward folded his arms and took a tentative step forward. He was trying to reassert his position of power, but you didn't budge. "And how do I know you aren't bluffing? I have a PR department available around the clock. We can spin this video however we want."

"Read tomorrows paper," you said snidely. "And once you realise I'm not bluffing. Add a raise while you’re at it." You added before walking out of his office. Adrenaline soaked your muscles and you felt powerful. As the door closed behind you, you heard a crash coming from Ward's office. His assistant looked at you with wide-eyes.

"Might want to hold off Mr Meachum's appointments for the day. Something tells me he won’t be in a very cooperative mood today." You winked at the assistant and rode the elevator to the carpark.

***

As you walked to your car, your phone rang. You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Jesus, I can't catch a break today." When you saw the caller ID you were pleasantly surprised. "Mom?"

"Honey, hey! I was worried I wouldn't get a hold of you, busy schedule of yours and all that," she rambled quickly in that shaky tone that had become her new default in the last couple of years. "I- Uh…"

Your heart began to race with worry, "Is everything okay?" You interjected.

"What? Oh, oh, yes! Everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be? I'm calling because there's something important I have to… Umm. Why don't you come home for a bit and I'll explain everything."

"Mom, what is this about?"

"See you soon," she said hurriedly, cutting the line straight after.

"What?" You stood dumbfounded and slightly worried. You made your way to your car at a jogging pace and set off for the family mansion.  

When you arrived, you were surprised to find a car parked by the driveway. You didn't pay it much attention, you were more preoccupied with finding out what that weird phone call was about. You rang the doorbell and the house butler answered the door. He seemed baffled to see you. To be fair, you were surprised you hadn't talked yourself out of driving through that accursed gate brandished with your father’s initials.

"Weathermire." You greeted him professionally.

"Miss Y/N. It's been a long time. I last saw you at the--"

"Gala. My mother called me. Do you know where she is?"

"The kitchen I believe, miss."

"Thank you," you made your way through the grand opulent mansion with familiarity.

"Would you like me to inform your Father-"

"No," you said almost instantly. "It’s better he doesn't know."

When you got to the kitchen, you were greeted by the image of your mother and several cook staff preparing food.

"Oh, Darling. You got here quicker than I expected," your mother said gleefully. She walked over to hug you, wiping her wet hands on her apron. She looked elegant as usual. Weathermire entered the kitchen just then and with a simple glance, she instructed him to go off and do something. He complied with a simple bow.

"Mom, what's all this? When you called, I thought…" You didn't know what to say, you honestly didn't know what to make of her phone call. You shook your head. "Why did you call me here?"

"Oh, well I figured we could have a little family dinner. I have been sat at an empty table for weeks now. Your father always has his meetings, you always have yours. I figured today there would be no excuses for you to be antagonistic towards each other."

You snorted, "Whatever brought that idea on?"

Just as your words escaped your mouth, Weathermire opened the doors to your father's study and your father and his guest stepped into the kitchen. Everyone's expression -except for your mother's- was that of being caught unawares.

"Billy?" You asked in shock. But as soon as you said his name, you regretted it.

"Do you two know each other?" Your father asked with a stiff tone.

You shot Billy a look you hoped mirrored 'Don't tell them about us'.

Billy, like the chameleon he was, flawlessly kept his composure and replied, "Yes, we had the pleasure of meeting at your Gala a few weeks ago." He smiled at your parents dashingly.

"You never told me you knew my daughter," Your father said.

"Your daughter?" Billy pretended to be caught off-guard. Now it was Billy's turn to shoot you a knowing look, "It never came up."

"We only talked for a brief moment. There wasn't any polite way to bring up my parentage to a complete stranger." You said through gritted teeth.

Your fathers eyes squinted in your direction and your mother cleared her throat, "Come now, we can all get to know each other better over some food."

Billy and you simultaneously tried to object but your mother interrupted, "Hush, you're both staying for dinner and that's the end of it."

You put on a painful grin. Something in Billy's expression found this whole exchange humorous.

"You two go set up the table, we'll be right over." You mother ushered them out of the kitchen.

You sighed when it was just you and your mother in the room. "How long have you known?" You asked her, not even bothering to deny you were more than acquainted with Billy.

"Since I saw the two of you leaving the Gala together." She had a smile on that showed she was proud of her meddling. "When he came over to discuss business with your father… well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a reason for the both of you to be civilised and enjoy a meal with your mother while she got to know this very nice man I've heard nothing about, by the way."

"There's nothing to say. We went out for drinks once."

Your mother eyed you for a moment, not believing you for a second.

"Okay, maybe twice. But he's not--"

"I'm not what?" Billy asked.

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Requested: Protective - Ward Meachum (Part 2)

A/n: Part Two, yay! Oh boy, I can only say I hope you enjoy. 

Ward had mentally prepared for the long few days ahead of him, and he’d warned his sister that he would be unreachable to civilisation. Which unfortunately had meant he’d gone a couple workdays without speaking to [Name]. A task that Ward hated to admit had hurt him. She’d come into his office at regular intervals, the sweet smell of her perfume flooding his senses and relaxing his tense muscles. He had noticed the second day that his coffee had always been replaced with a fresh hot mug and food would sit neatly at the corner of his desk.

[Name] knew what to expect when Joy had approached her before she’d entered the building. The younger Meachum had informed her that Ward would be working late most nights and though it was no obligation he would need someone to make sure he ate and drank something that wasn’t alcohol based.

By the time Ward had finished his business, the floor had been emptied for a couple hours, well no-one but a few cleaners, Joy and [Name] remained. He stood slowly his joints clicking as his shut his computer off and pulled his jacket from the back of his chair. As quietly as he could he wandered to the doorway, his eyes not once moving from the slowly raising shoulders of his assistant.

A content smile appeared on his drained face as he noticed she was asleep. Internally he was debating whether to wake her or let her sleep for a few more minutes, he knew she’d wake with a sore back as he had whenever he fell asleep at his desk. She just looked so peaceful, almost as though if Ward let her eyes open the world would crumble and the serenity of the scene would disturb supernatural forces.

‘She hasn’t left that spot for the past couple days.’ Joy whispered from beside him. Ward’s head turned ever so slightly to see his sister shrug on her coat and bag. Her car keys firmly in her hand. ‘I kept telling her to go home, you’re big enough to look after yourself but she just manned the desk. Which reminds me, the other day, and she’ll kill me for telling you, but she defended you. A couple arrogant employees had started a rumour and she put an end to it’

Ward let the words sink in, his eyes returning to the sleep frame. He wondered how many times she’d done that. Defended his name from the tarnished words of disgruntled staff. The man had never been notorious for his friendly open demeanour.

‘I see the way she looks at you Ward, she cares.’ Joy commented; a slight smirk, hidden from her brother, forming on her features. ‘Anyway, it’s not my business. Just make sure she gets home before you leave. Goodnight Ward.’ Joy added before heading towards the elevator.

Joy’s words sat with Ward, as he pulled his jacket onto his shoulders. For the briefest moment he thought he’d act on the words; Joy was very rarely wrong about these things, but then his mind fell to the cons. If she didn’t reciprocate then she’d quit. Her boss had made a play on her and no respected woman would stand for that.

‘[Name]’ he called to her, his voice low and soft. The last thing he wanted was to scare her awake. ‘Time to go’ he added as she began to stir. Her eyes opened slowly as she processed her surroundings. Ward smiled. It was the innocence on her face that had made him react the way.

‘God, Ward-Mr Meachum. What time is it?’ She groggily stumbled through her words. Her mind jolting awake whilst she lifted her head. A piece of paper stuck to her cheek momentarily before falling back to the table, Ward noticed the light ink imprinted on her face and stifled a chuckle.

‘It’s late. Come on, I’ll give you a lift home’ He announced.

She took the time to take in his tired appearance, bags pooled beneath his eyes and his once neat hair had become dishevelled. She wondered just how many times he’d ran his hand over his hair in frustration; she slowly noticed the top button on his collar had been undone and his tie had been loosened a great deal. Almost as though the article of clothing had offended the man. His shirt had been untucked a while ago and even though he looked a mess, to [Name] he was still the same handsome boss she’d grown to care deeply for.

‘What?’ He chuckled. ‘Do I have something on my face?’

She turned her attention to her desk, her body moving on its own as she basked in the embarrassment of being caught staring at her boss by her boss. She wasn’t certain at which point in her year of working with Ward she found herself missing his company when she left for the evening or when she had begun to get excited to see him first thing in the morning. Or even when she had made it her task to defend him from all the office gossips.

‘No, I just. You look exhausted. It should be me offering you a lift home’ She returned. He smiled, his hand opening the doors of the lift. He allowed her to walk before him, her fingers already reaching for the ground floor button as he entered behind her. ‘Then again, I wouldn’t take you for one to sit inside a small ford focus. Not that I think you wouldn’t. You’re not a snob or anything, I just. I think I’ll shut up now’

Ward shook his head with an inaudible chuckle. How many times had he been in a lift with her? And yet, right now, he felt like a nervous schoolboy. He found himself actively watching what he was going to say, just in case in his sleep deprived state he said something he’d come to regret after he’d recharged.

‘What? What did I say?’ She questioned. ‘Do I have something on my face, tell me I don’t?’ She added repeating his earlier question. She felt as though with every word she was plunging deeper in a hole her mouth was digging.

‘Yes, some ink on your cheek’ He commented; he smirked as her face drained of colour and she placed a hand on either side of her face.

‘I’m so embarrassed. Here I am stood in a lift with my handsome boss looking like an idiot with pen on my face, I look a mess. I am so sorry.’ She hurried through her words.

‘You look beautiful’ There it was. The ‘something he’d come to regret’. He did his best to play the comment off, his mind instantaneously chastising himself. Perhaps he should have asked Joy to take her home.

“What?’ She questioned.

‘I said’ Ward paused, ‘I said you look beautiful, even with biro on your face. You always do, especially to me, and feel free to slap me or whatever, but if Joy were here, she would have told me to man up. So here I am, doing that. I think you are the most amazing woman in the world, and I honestly don’t think I could have made it through the past year without you.’

‘You’re saying that because your tired right?’ She asked. She had meant to keep the question to herself, but she hadn’t fully processed the words before she had spoken.

‘No, and I’ll prove it. Let’s go get some coffee, I know a place.’ Ward smiled.

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Iron Fist Countdown: 10 Days

Ten Favorite Season 1 Scenes (In No Particular Order)

    It seems like only yesterday we were freaking out about Season 1, and now we are a mere ten days away from Iron Fist Season 2! Over on the Iron Fist blog one of us has been spending the month re-watching and breaking down, in-depth, the entirety of the first season. We’re not going to be nearly as thorough here, but we have managed to narrow down ten scenes we particularly love from one of our favorite superhero adaptations ever. 

Danny Receives a Diagnosis (“Shadow Hawk Takes Flight”)

    We wrote a whole post about this scene here, and another one on the Iron Fist blog, which just goes to show how much we love it. This scene exists at a pivot point in Danny’s identity quest, which is a central part of his narrative arc in this season. In the first few episodes his identity, and thus very personhood, are attacked by those around him. He finds himself on Earth with nothing, not even a name. Then, by the end of episode 2, Dr. Edmonds becomes convinced that Danny is who he says he is. In relief, Danny eagerly fills Edmonds in on the other half of his identity-- being the Iron Fist-- and inadvertently sabotages himself by convincing Edmonds that he’s delusional. It’s a wonderful scene for its character exploration elements, its dramatic irony, and its role as an oh-so-satifying set-up for Danny chi punching his way out of the hospital at the end of the episode. 

Danny Heals Colleen  (“The Mistress of All Agonies”)

    This was high on our wishlist for the show, and so we were thrilled, after nine episodes of Danny being injured/being around injured people, that he finally discovered his healing powers. The chi of Shou-Lao is really cool because it’s a power set with a huge range of applications. Even comics Danny is far from having learned everything he’s capable of. And like in the comics, Netflix Danny is missing key elements of his Iron Fist training, and thus has to learn through experience. And one thing he learns is that these powers are not merely destructive. By discovering his healing abilities he unlocks a new understanding of what it means to be the Iron Fist, and the fact that it’s Colleen he’s healing, plus the fact that it happens so late in the show, adds even more power to an already memorable moment. Plus, we’ve said it before and we’ll say it again: the chi of Shou-Lao special effects in this show are amazing. We could watch Danny do Iron Fist stuff all day. 

Danny Recharges His Chi (”Black Tiger Steals Heart”)

    In amid all of the action and trauma and general unpleasantness that takes place throughout the season, there are a few key moments of silence. The rapid-fire plot pauses, the world calms, and the characters and viewer are given a moment to take a breath. These peaceful, happy scenes add a pervasive positive energy to the season as a whole that feels unique and also perfect for this story. Danny learning how to recharge his chi in episode 10 is one such moment, and no matter how many times we watch this scene it never loses its impact. For a moment the world is bright and hopeful, and our heroes are at peace. It’s beautiful on its own, and it provides a powerful contrast with how horrible the situation becomes later in the episode.       

ORSON @#$%IN’ RANDALL! (”Black Tiger Steals Heart”)

    Any scene that makes us yell and leap out of our seats gets an automatic spot on lists like this. We were delighted when Danny referenced the Iron Fist legacy early in the season. We were excited by the idea of other Iron Fists possibly being mentioned, because that is a great element of the mythos. But we hadn’t dared to hope that we might actually see another Iron Fist-- especially Orson Randall, who is one of our favorites. Orson was Danny’s predecessor, and in the comics he was a bit of a mess. We don’t know much about him in this universe, but what’s amazing about this scene is that they somehow managed to perfectly characterize Orson without having him say a word. The blurry glimpses we have of the costume are perfect enough to make it obvious he’s him. And somehow, even the fighting style looks like him. We probably could have seen this clip out-of-context and still known it was Orson, which is awesome. And of course, this is a powerful moment for Danny as well. He gets to see another Iron Fist-- and the sight nearly brings him to tears. Heck, it nearly brought us to tears too.  

Colleen’s Second Cage Match (“Eight Diagram Dragon Palm”)

    We could have gone with her first cage match too, but this one has the benefit of an extra fighter and a snazzy hoodie. Colleen’s arc this season is one of self-discovery. She has trained for a long time and teaches martial arts, but she has also maintained a level of comfortable self-control. But then she discovers that being a little out-of-control holds its own appeal. The first time Colleen tries cage fighting she just goes for the money. But then she goes again, in spite of the shame she feels, not only for the money but because she enjoyed it. This second fight is a Colleen who is reveling in this newfound freedom and thrill, and it’s great fun to watch her just let loose and kick some butt.

Danny and Davos’s Big Escape (”Black Tiger Steals Heart”)

    A good fight should establish character, tell a story, and/or move the plot forward, in addition to being fun to watch. Danny and Davos beating the snot out of the entirety of Bakuto’s student body already makes this one of the most epic fights in any of the shows, but it has the added element of introducing Davos into the narrative. While we hear about Danny and Davos’s friendship in earlier episodes, their flawless teamwork and chemistry in this fight succinctly expresses just how close they are and how long they’ve been fighting together. This season did a phenomenal job of forging this friendship, which doesn’t exist in this form in the comics (616 Davos was best friends with Danny’s father instead) and this fight is the perfect embodiment of that dynamic. 

Ward Disposes of Some Bodies (“Felling Tree with Roots”)

    This season did a great job of taking Ward Meachum, a character with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and making him at least somewhat sympathetic. This was done by blasting him with incessant trauma for thirteen episodes straight, sending him into a downward spiral of horrific proportions as he tries, and mostly fails, to deal with all of the horror in his life. This scene is particularly skin-crawling. Harold tasks Ward with disposing of some dead bodies. Ward obeys. We are then treated to a drawn-out scene of Ward alone in a parking garage in the middle of the night, trying not to freak out as he stuffs the bodies into his car. It is masterful psychological horror-- not the kind of thing you’d expect from an Iron Fist story, but excellently done.     

Zombie Harold (“The Mistress of All Agonies”)

    And speaking of psychological horror... Harold Meachum is another character who was brilliantly reinvented in this show. His inherently threatening nature, pure creepiness, domineering personality, and clever balance of humor and horror (he’s both the funniest and the creepiest character in the show) caused him to steal nearly every scene he was in. He could ratchet up the narrative tension just by entering a room. And he was just full of surprises. In contrast with his comics counterpart, who is creepily unhinged for a second and then dies after a single on-panel scene, MCU Harold is nearly impossible to kill. His second revival, after Ward stabs him and dumps him in a pond, is one of the most memorable scenes in the show, and it’s 100% Harold. It’s shocking. It’s horrifying. It’s kind of gross. It’s somehow also very funny. The creative minds for this season were not afraid to pull out all the stops and deliver some truly wild plot points, and that’s part of what makes this show so great.   

Danny Vs. Davos (“Bar the Big Boss”)

    We included Danny and Davos’s badass team-up, so we had to include the counterpoint, the bookend, which is just as powerful and hurts all the more because of the awesomeness of the team-up. This fight packs a punch in every possible way-- the combat is brutal, the cinematography is gorgeous, and the dialogue is absolutely heartwrenching. It is the perfect conclusion to the fracturing of Danny and Davos’s relationship that takes place over the course of the preceding episodes, and sets up all of the pain we’re in for with these two next season.    

"Come Down” (“Bar the Big Boss”)

    This is another of those characteristic feel-good scenes that make this season magical, in which our heroes are just allowed to exist together and enjoy each other’s company. Danny and Colleen have both been through combat and heartache and survived. The world is looking not quite as dark as it did the day before. And so they do forms to music together, and you can cut the chemistry with a knife. It’s fun and joyous, the kind of scene that gets stuck in your head, and a welcome respite before the final frantic build to the season’s climax.   

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My first 2018 fic is for @allmyfuckingobsessions ( @missherowndreams ), who loved the promotional picture of Frank as a construction worker, way back before TPS aired. 

Lovely, you sent me this prompt in April 2017, and I know I took this ridiculous ammount of time to deliver, it, and I’m sorry. I just now found a shred of inspiration for it. I hope you like it. Happy new year. You’re amazing. 

So here it is, everyone. A lil kastle au, have some fluff and a bit of smut on the first day of the year. 

Happy 2018, guys.

Karen Page, Bulletin reporter, has a new thing going on with Frank Castle, licensed contractor. It’s different, it’s exciting, it’s new. 

She’s used to catcalls. Not to be conceited, but Karen has been putting up with them in a near daily basis since she was eleven or twelve years old. At 28, it became part of the background noise.

Except when it’s that voice.

“Hey, beautiful”, she hears while walking down the street from a nice hotel in Brooklyn, and she would have kept walking, but she knew that voice. His voice. It had whispered tales in her ear just two nights ago, a ‘good morning’ against her face yesterday, praises of her beauty in her shower, a ‘see you later’ when he kissed her in his car, dropping her off at work.

Turning around, Karen looked at the construction site, a thing she usually avoided.

“Hi”, she said, smiling at the man in a plaid shirt, jeans, boots, heavy duty gloves and a yellow safety helmet. Frank.

She had met Frank Castle almost two months ago, in a hotel, this one in Manhattan. She was there to interview a Senator about his gun control policy and the benefit he was holding to raise money for the families of the dead and injured in the most recent mass shooting. Frank had greeted her when she stepped off the elevator.

He was an interesting man, Frank. Army veteran, divorced, two kids, now a licensed contractor who sometimes consulted for a private military company and volunteered in helping rehabilitate war veterans struggling with PTSD.

He was there doing security for the Senator, filling in for his friend Billy Russo, owner of Anvil.

Frank had introduced himself, shaking her hand firmly (“Miss Page. Frank Castle, Anvil. Pleasure.”) and they had a little flirt while walking down the corridor to the suite. After her interview was done, he had accompanied her downstairs and they talked about the irony of an anti-gun politician with a security detail from a private military firm being interviewed by a reporter with a concealed carry permit. He complimented her on her choice of weapon while giving her her gun back, tugged on his tie and insisted on walking her outside.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Castle”, she had said when he opened the cab door for her, and he had nodded his head once, a small, tiny smirk, staring at her while saying “Likewise, Miss Page.”

They met again through David Lieberman, the NSA analyst that found himself with a metaphorical bomb in his hands. She had been invited to his house to talk about the video he had sent her, and there Frank was, fixing the headlight of a car, two girls sitting there with him.

As it turned out, David and Frank were once-associate-now-friends, their kids went to the same school. Castle was there dropping his daughter off for a sleepover, and ended up fixing Mrs. Lieberman broken light.

“Miss Page”, he had greeted, as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

He ended up sitting in on her conversation with David, offering an insider’s view on army tactics and how illegal operations usually run. Later, he had taken her for coffee, to maybe help her with the best way to run the story without making any unfounded accusations and end up with a target on her back.

Coffee had turned into another coffee, and then another, then dinner and a stroll, another dinner, another stroll, and then he was coming up for yet another cup of coffee, they were making out on her couch, having sex on the floor because her bedroom was too far away and this was delicious, crazy good.

They had had morning sex the next day, and lunch break sex and after work sex, and a few more rounds during the night, two days ago, and he had dropped her off at work, kissing her soundly before driving away, because he had the kids that day, and then, today, she was busy with the interview and he had to work and there was a chance the kids would sleep over at his place and spend the weekend, so they probably would not see each other until next week.

But now here he stood, looking at her from under that bright helmet, and she stood there in the sidewalk looking back.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, turning and taking a step closer to him, smiling at that look in his face.

“Working”, he replied, motioning to the house behind him. “Full renovation. You?”

“I had that interview with Ward Meachum. Remember I told you about it?”

His smile was slow and she felt her cheeks heating up, because she had told him about it while they were naked in her bed, making plans of when they would be able to see each other again.

“For the, uh… Danny Rand profile”, he confirmed, smirking, taking his helment off, looking so damn good in his work clothes.

“The very same.”

“I keep bumping into you”, he said, reaching his hand to her, and she took it, letting him pull her to him.

“You know what they say about reporters”, she joked while he planted a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. “It’s kinda hard to shake us.”

“Not what I’m trying to do at all”, he said before kissing her softly, not like he had kissed her when they were alone, but she felt her body reacting to it nonetheless.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance when the walkie on his belt made itself present, someone calling him.

“Boss?” said the voice.

“Hold on”, he whispered to her, taking the thing in his hand. “Yeah?”

She watched as he talked to some guy, about some leak they had found in the basement.

“Do you have to go back to the office?” he asked after he was done with the conversation.

She breathed against him, hand on his arm, the fabric of his shirt under her palm.

“Um…” she started, because she did have to, she had to transcribe the interview and start on the article layout. “Depends”, is what she said instead. “How long are you gonna be here?”

With a conspiratory expression, he took his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen.

“It’s almost four. I need to check out this leaking, and then patch up a wall. Think you can wait an hour, maybe a bit more?”

“Is there wi-fi? And an outlet for my computer?”

He nodded once.

“We got plenty of outlets. No wi-fi, though.”

Chewing on the inside of her lip, she looked at him and blinked. She did need to work. But she supposed she could call Ellison later and tell him the interview went longer than she thought. She didn’t need wifi to write, and she could upload the draft when she got home.

While she thought, he leaned in again, touching his forehead to hers.

“Stay, please.”

Such a low blow.

“Ok”, she found herself saying. “Alright but I do need to work a bit.”

“No problem”, he said after planting a kiss on her, and she smiled.

Frank pulled her by the hand, up the porch stairs and through the front door.

This house was beautiful. Large and spacious, no furniture, all the lights on, it had plastic on the floors and the painting wasn’t finished on the walls.

“It’s brand new”, Frank told her while they climbed the stairs to the second story. “Owner just bought it, but wants a lot of changes done. So here we are.”

He took her to the master bedroom, with it’s huge balcony doors wide open, letting a pleasant afternoon breeze in, and guided her to a small desk full of papers and blueprints and a half empty cup of coffee.

“I was supposed to meet with the interior designer today, but she just called to cancel, so it’s all yours.”

He shuffled some papers around while she walked around the table to set her purse on the back of the chair.

“Do you want coffee? I can send someone to get it for you.”

“Oh no”, she declined. “I don’t want to be on the way.”

“You’re not on the way at all. Caramel latte?”

She smiled at the fact that he remembered, and nodded.

He sent someone to get coffee for everyone and included her order among them. While she sat there on working - construction noises all around her -, two guys or three came in and pretended to be looking for Frank, but she knew they were just trying to take a look at the boss’s new girlfriend.

He was never gone too long. She had her earbuds on, connected to her recorder, transcribing the conversation with Ward Meachum, but she watched as he walked in and out, focused on his work, stopping here and there to collect a kiss from her.

She finished with the writing quick enough, and decided to take a look around when yet another guy, young, walked in and offered her another coffee. She got up and walked with him downstairs.

“I was in Afghanistan”, he told her. “Frank got me this job, and my dog.”

She looked at him.

“He got you a dog?”

“Oh yeah. A rescue. She’s trained, y’know, for vets. It’s been kinda tough, I’ve been having some issues, but she’s a lot of help. I’m real grateful for her. And, y’know, this.”

She smiled and talked to him some more while he installed the lights in the kitchen.

The hour Frank promised had come and gone, but she did some rounds, talking to people, finding out the the majority of the men that worked for Frank were war veterans.

“There you are”, he said a while later, walking to her and Donny, the kid working on the hole in the ground where the pool would go. “Been looking for you.”

“I’m just making conversation”, she said, smiling down at Donny, who smiled up at her.

“She’s nice, boss. You should bring her over everyday.”

“Yeah, don’t count on it, kid”, Frank replied, placing a hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the pool site. “I’m sorry it’s taking longer than I said”, he said just for her. “This leak was gonna be a problem, I needed to fix it.”

“It’s ok”, she said, because she was glad she had stayed. Talking to his men was almost like profiling him, and he was a subject she didn’t mind having.

“I really am nearly done, now. Just have to close it, then we can go.”

“Alright. But, um… Don’t you have the kids today?”

“Nah”, he said. “Frankie has a test tomorrow, and Lis has a birthday party, one of her friends. I’ll get them next week.”

He asked her for another half hour and she said it was ok, going back upstairs to call Ellison and pretend she had just gotten out of the interview.

“Yes, I’ll transcribe it and upload it as soon as I get home. You can have a look.”

“Right”, said her boss on the other side of the line. “When are you meeting Rand?”

“Monday”, she said, walking to the big balcony that overlooked the bay. “I’ll meet him in his office and then we’ll go to one of the factories.”

“Tell me it’s the one in Long Island.”

Her editor talked and she listened, but her eyes followed Frank around. He was in the backyard, below the balcony she now stood on, holding a sledgehammer, and she got distracted, for a second.

He did look very good, dressed like that. Come to think of it, he looked good in every single thing he had worn around her so far. From the suit he had when she met him and he was representing Anvil to this construction site attire, she liked him in every outfit. Including the ‘no clothes’ look, his naked form lying in her bed. That was a good one, too.

“I have my kids’ recital tomorrow”, Ellison was saying. “But send it to my email, I’ll take a look.”

“You got it, boss.”

Hanging up, she looked at him for a while longer, watching as he removed that yellow helmet and ran a hand over his hair, that sledgehammer leaning on his leg.

He was telling the men that they could go for the day when she walked back inside the master bedroom to collect her own stuff.

She was saving her work and turning her computer off when he walked in, telling her that they could go.

“So”, he started, turning to her once they were inside his car. “My place?”

She smiled and nodded, that giddiness that had been simmering since they met earlier flaring up, making her want to squirm in her seat.

“I’ve never been there.”

With a chuckle, he turned the car on. “Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up. Yours is much nicer.”

She kissed him while he drove, and he made her yelp by swerving sharply after she refused to lean off him and sit back. She laughed and he put his hand on her thigh, intertwining their fingers together when she picked his hand up.

“Ok. I’m warning you now. The place is a mess. Lisa didn’t organize her room, and her mother says I can’t do it for her, she has to learn responsibility and shit. So, be warned.”

“Ok”, she laughed while he opened the door of the building.

“There are toys everywhere. And ballet shoes, and books. Also the dog’s stuff, but that’s on me.”

He had refused to really, really kiss her, saying he smelled bad, that he was all dirty and whatnot, but he did put an arm around her while they waited for the elevator, didn’t say anything when she lifted a hand and placed it on his chest, opening up to his kiss, stepping further into him, realizing she had missed him against her more than she thought.

His dog, Max, came to greet them the moment they stepped through the door, while he slid his tongue on that spot she liked and she sighed to it.

The dog whined and tried to wedge himself between them, and Frank groaned, letting go just long enough to close and lock the door.

“This is Max”, he informed her.

He moved to take her purse and hang it on the hook by the door along with his own backpack, and while Karen handed it to him, the pitbull stared up at her curiously.

“Nice to meet you, Max.”

“Stay”, he told Max, pulling her by the hand towards, she assumed, his bedroom.

She was thinking that his definition of ‘a mess’ was different than hers - it wasn’t as bad as he had led her to believe - when, suddenly, they were in his bedroom and he was shutting the door to keep the dog out, pulling her to him one more time, kissing her with a little more urgency, and she was surrendering immediately, having a hell of a good time undressing him while he ran his hands over and under her clothes.

He was shirtless when he bent his knees and gripped the hem of her skirt in his hands, lifting it up quickly, pulling it over her head, startling her a bit.

While she blinked and slipped her shoes off, he lifted her shirt, a little less urgently, tossing it behind him and reaching behind her head, gathering her hair in his hand while pulling her to him, kissing her while she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans.

The bed was right there. All they had to do was take a few steps. He picked her up and put her legs around him, making her grip his shoulder and his neck, lifting his face to keep kissing her, moving further inside his bedroom.

She only realized he was not walking them to the bed when he opened the door to the small en suite bathroom, so distracted she was, kissing and feeling him up with hands and arms and legs.

“Where are we going?”

“I need a shower”, he breathed against her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, and she decided she didn’t really care. He could tell her he was gonna bake a cake, she would be ok with it, as long as he kept kissing her like that.

With fast, talented fingers, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her, along with her underwear, and she went back to work on his pants while he opened a drawer and looked for something, probably a condom.

“Hmm, fuck”, he said against her face when he sank into her, and she sighed in ecstasy, feeling her skin raise in shivers, adjusting her legs to better accommodate him between them.

The sounds she let out echoed in the bathroom tiles, Karen lost count of how many times she shivered, skin erupting every time he changed paces, or ran his tongue on her neck, or grunted and tightened his grip on her.

She was slick with sweat when he tugged her closer to him, locking her right leg around his waist, other hand running from her hair, caressing her face once before dipping down, closing around a breast for a few seconds and then slipping further down, down, and she whined, rolling her hips against him, shock waves of pleasure shooting though her, crying inside his kiss, breathing deep, shit, he was so good so good so good. He was sweating, and her hand slipped on his back while she tried to hold on to him, causing her nails to scratch a path from his shoulder down to his waist when she tried to firm her grip.

He liked that, apparently, because he grunted and buried his face in her neck, moving faster, and she opened her mouth in a scream that didn’t come, surprised, there’s no way he would get her there again so soon after the first-

He did. Once and then twice, and she tried to hold on to him, her hands kept slipping without her meaning them to, he moved moved moved so good, sharp and hard, and she kissed him, moved with him, breathed against him, Frank-

“Frank”, she cried against his face, an arm around his shoulder, her hand gripping the short strands of his hair, and he kissed her one more time, his rhythm faltering, hands tight on her, all hard muscles and slippery skin, she felt him shudder, slid her tongue around his, trying to breathe in and out, almost relieved when he slowed down, down, and then stopped.

She felt like she had just spent hours pushing herself at the gym, her muscles aching, her breathing labored, sweating enough to soak her hair.

The gym never left her feeling so good, though.

“Hmm”, she half sighed, half moaned as she kissed him. “Wow.”

She watched as he smiled, leaning in when she touched his face, kissing her palm, running his hand up and down her back.

“Can’t believe how much I missed you”, he said, voice lazy and satisfied.

“Good thing I walked past your site, huh?”

He hummed his agreement and leaned in for another kiss. “How about that shower?”

.:.

The initial plan had been going out to eat something. But he kept kissing her and tackling her back down on his bed every time she tried to get up.

She agreed with ordering in, and ran her pocket hair brush over her hair as it air dried while he got up to call his usual restaurant and fill Max’s food and water bowls.

The dog trailed to her while he was on the phone.

“Hi, buddy”, she greeted, carefully reaching out a hand to try and pet him.

He seemed docile enough, but she knew pitbulls had a certain reputation for being violent.

Well, if Max is any indication, they were just big sweet puppies. The dog’s eyes almost closed all the way when she rubbed his ear, his tail wagging sweetly and happily.

When Frank walked back in, Max was sprawled over her legs and hid his face on the crook of her knee when he saw him.

“Look at this little shit”, Frank said, affectionately but with a hint of reprimand, sitting by her side. “What do you think you’re doing, man?”

Max kept his face hidden from him, and didn’t move.

“He’s not allowed on the bed”, he informed her. “Come on, buddy, get down.”

The dog whined and Karen laughed, giddy, watching him prying his dog off her, chest bare, wearing a pair of sweatpants, fresh from their shower together, a few red lines her nails dug in his skin making her want to kiss him again.

She was glad to see he seemed to be experiencing the same things. After Max was on the ground, he moved back towards her, kneeling on his mattress, and pulled on her legs, climbing on top of her, kissing her slowly, arms crowding her under him, lips soft on her own, her face, her neck, nibbling on her ear, kissing her cheek again, making his way back to her mouth.

“Food’s on the way.”

“Alright.” Looking up at him, hands pushing his hair away from his face, she remembered how she had felt so attracted to him that first time, when he was wearing a suit and tie. His contractor clothes don’t come too far behind, though. “I liked seeing you at work today.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your men all like you a lot.”

“You talked to them, huh?”

“A few.”

His eyes traveled around her face, humor and care on his expression.

“Are they all vets?”

He drew a breath, dropping a long kiss to her temple.

“Most. Some are army kids, their parents were killed in combat.”

“And you give them jobs”, she said, to keep him talking.

“When I can. I do my best to keep them out of trouble, occupied. Some of them need someone to keep them going to group. I do what I can to help.”

She smiled, running her feet on his legs.

“I love that you do that.”

One more time, he dropped to kiss her, long, slow, tongue sliding lazy against hers.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

It was a Saturday, but she had heard him and some of the men talking about a ‘tomorrow’.

“For a few hours, yeah.”

“Can I go with you?” She asked, because she wanted to watch him work again, in his plaid shirt and that ridiculous yellow hat that didn’t look ridiculous on him.

Frank raised his brows.

“You want to?”

Karen nodded.

“Sure, I’ll take you. It’ll be boring, though.”

“Will it?” She asked, mocking. “Watching a bunch of men sweating through their shirts, knocking stuff down and building stuff up? Sounds like a nice day to me.”

She let out a startled yell when he pinched her thigh, laughing, squirming under him.

“Ok, ok”, she conceded. “I’ll just watch you.”

.:.

Saturday morning found Karen sitting on a long chair in the shade, in someone else’s unfinished backyard, wearing her own yellow safety helmet, watching as Frank sawed a piece of wood, sweating, focused, a frown in his face.

She got up from her chair when the piece he was working on split in half.

“I’m gonna run to the coffee shop and get some refreshers for everybody”, she told him, mouth on his ear, purring when he put one arm around her waist, almost mad at herself for being such a cliché and finding this whole thing so sexy. So she better occupy herself and get drinks for everybody. It was a hot day, hotter than the previous one. “You want anything?”

“Whatever you’re having”, he said, returning her kiss and winking at her.

The men thanked her and made her laugh by calling her a goddess or an angel, two of them telling her they were in love with her, one of them proposing, going as far as dropping to one knee.

“Get up”, Frank told him, smacking him on the back of his head, making the others laugh.

After lunch, she had to go and meet Danny Rand, for the damn profile, and shadow him for the afternoon.

Frank was waiting for her outside her office when she left, Max with him, asking if she would let them walk her home.

Karen fell asleep with him by her side and his dog under her couch. They had a breakfast date the next morning, and he would probably wake up Monday morning by her side, too. But then, by lunch, he had the kids again, and he would call after dropping them at their mother again.

It was more complicated than her usual relationships. She had never dated a dad before, or a divorced man.

Then again. She had never felt this strongly, this fast, for anyone.

It was new, for both of them. It was good, for both of them.

#kastle #kastleff #kastle ff #kastle au #kastlelibrary #Frank and Karen #Karen and Frank #oneshot #Hell's Kitchen Chronicles

[marvelsuperfangirl]

The Coffee Incident ( Danny Rand x Reader)

A/N: I had a bit of trouble writing this and I know it doesn’t make sense that Danny trip over his own feet, because he’s the Iron Fist and all but I saw it like that. And I didn’t see as much Danny Rand x Reader as would like so I decided to write one, and probably more in the future. So, enjoy :)

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The whole building and it's workers were buzzing with excitement . Today, Daniel Thomas Rand, also known as Danny Rand was coming back after twelve years of being missing. And he was also hired in the enterprise but from what you heard he would just be the face of the enterprise and would just be able to take some minor decisions, it was already a lot for someone who didn't have any idea of how an enterprise worked. And he also became the owner of Rand enterprise and everyone was still wondering how it was possible that this man was back in New York when he has been declared dead . You, on the other hand, didn't understand the enthusiasm of your co-workers, nobody knew him personnally except Ward and Joy Meachum. Nobody even knew what he looked like but the women were already fawning over him, mostly over his money but you wouldn't dare to say it aloud.

When you arrived at the office this morning, you managed to avoid all of your co-workers and their pointless conversations about the miraculously rescuscited Danny Rand. You put your stuff at your desk and went directly to the kitchen without greetings the others. You needed a cup of coffee and you would definetely need it if you had to be in a meeting with your new boss that you suspected to be an asshole.

As you were filling your mug with the energetic beverage, you didn't saw that someone was entering the room.

A man made his way into the kitchen, he was fiddling with his fingers, visibly nervous and his lips were tighlty pressed agaisnt each others. You were putting sugar in your coffee as the man who was still walking, tripped over his own feet and fell forward. At the same moment you had finished to prepare your drink and turned around.

You certainly didin't expected what happened next. Two hands grabbed you, one on the arm and the other on the waist. Finally, the man's face crashed in your cleavage, his nose between your breasts. You froze as the man clumsily took his face off your boobs and regained his balance to let go of out.

He stood there, in front of you, his face was bright red to the ears  and his eyes were wide. You took your time to look at him. He had curly blond hair, some strands were lightly falling onto his forehead, his eyes were blue and a bit of facial hair, not much but just enough so you could see it. He was wearing a suit, with a simple white dress shirt underneath it, and he had low cut trainers, this detail was like a clue that the place wasn't really his scene.

But after you'd take in hsi appearance you went from shocked to angry. This day was already going to be shitty, you really didn't need a pervert who didn't even make the effort to hide his libidinous tendencies.

-" I..." the guy start but never got the chance to finish his sentence.

You lifted your cup above his head and emptied its content on him. The coffee drenched him, making his curls completely fall down onto his forehead, the drink was dripping from his hair, and running on every curves of his face and ended on his suit that looked rather expensive, by the way. His white dress shirt was now stained in a brownish, yellowish color. You then put back your mug on the counter and walked past the coffee drenched guy, leaving him to deal with it.

You were siting in your dedicated chair in the meeting room with some of your co-workers, waiting for the meeting to start. Its goal was to present Danny Rand to all of you, his employees and to finalize the details of his new responsabilities.

The Meachum siblings were already there, unlike the special guest. Ward was looking at his watch every two minutes and his expressio nwas a mixted of impatience and anger and it was showing more and more as the time passed.

Then the door opened and everyone looked up. There was the guy you drenched in coffee not even an hour ago. His hair and face were dry but his shirt still had the unmistakable stain. Ward stood up and walked to his friend. He whispered to him but hi angry tone made it hard for him to be discreet because he was whispering rather loudly.

-" When I accepted to hire you, I thought you had understand that punctuality was in the contract. And what the hell happened to your shirt!!!!?????"

The guy looked around the room with a small smile until his eyes met yours. He froze and immediately looked back to Ward.

-" I'm sorry. I had an...incident."

Ward shook his head in disapproval and turned to the assembly.

-"Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Danny Rand."

It was the turn of your eyes to go wide. You emptied your coffee on the Danny Rand! Your Boss! And he was now standing in front of you and would probably fire you in the following minutes.

-" Hello" he shyly said

A chorus of greetings erupted in the room.

Ward presented everyone in the room and he finally came to you, let's say that you weren't really at peace.

-" This is Y/N Y/L/N. She was Joy personal assistant but as she have a lot of experience in our enterprise, she will now be your personal assistant.

-" Nice to meet you" he said with a small nod of his head.

When everyone has been introduced Danny came to sit around the table and of course, because it was your lucky day, the only free sit was next to you. You tried to ignore him but it didn't last long.

-" Hey, Y/N" he whispered

You turned to him.

-" I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't intentionally fell head first on your..." he gestured to your breasts. -" Hum... you know, I'm not like that I swear. And I promise nothing like that will ever happen again."

He lifted his hand and offered you his pinky.

You looked at his finger then back at him, giving him a weird look.

-" Pinky promise?" he asked

You couldn't resist even if an hour ago you thought his was just a pervert.That man, a fully grown man ,who was rather charming, was offering you a pinky promise. It was probably the cutest thing a man ever said to you.

You linked your pinky with his and looked at him in the eyes .

-" Only if you buy me coffee. Because  of you I didn't get my daily dose of caffeine."

He laughed

-" Pinky promise" he saidand you both shaked your linked fingers .

You were interrupted by someone coughing loudly, you reported you attention to the front of the room. Ward was looking at the two of you, as well as everyone else.

-" Danny, as much as I appreciate the fact that you get along with your employees, this meeting is really important so please, pay attention." he said sternly.

The two of you looked like kids who had just been caught doing something bad. You separated your fingers and went back to you previous position.

Maybe, just maybe, Danny Rand wasn't an asshole. Even if he put his face between your boobs.

#marvel #marvel imagines #danny rand #danny rand x reader #danny rand imagines #iron fist

[asexualwardmeachum]

Chapter 2 is up ya’ll!!!

An Empty Vessel, But a Full Heart - an asexual Ward Meachum fan fiction

We all love a sad Ward don’t we?  I know I do.

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Chapter 2: Dear Old Dad

Summary:

Ward goes to see his dad a week after the break up and Harold Meachum is not the most comforting person in the world.

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   “Ward are you listening to me?”

   “Hmm?”  Ward snapped out of his daydream turning to his dad who was sitting behind the office desk of his secret pent house.  The blonde man tilted his head in annoyance.  He pushed back the leather chair and stood up.

   “Markowitz is primed to take your position and you’re off in la la land?” His dad walked towards the other side of the desk where Ward was leaning.  A small part of Ward remembered to keep eye contact as his body tensed up the way it always did around Harold.

   “Uh, sorry, dad,” Ward said blankly.  He sighed looking at the top of his desk but keeping his peripheral on Harold.  “Just tired”.

   “No, no, that's not it,” his dad chided him leaning next to Ward on the desk, staring at the large flat screen displaying the laptop window.  Harold turned to Ward folding his arms.  “You sound terrible son.  Whats going on?”

   Ward took a sharp breath in.  “Nothing,” he said with raised brows.  

   “Son,” his dad commanded.  “Don’t lie to me.  I’m your father.  I know when you're upset.  Tell me what’s going on?  Because this Markowitz fiasco doesn’t seem to be bothering you as much as it should.”

   Ward stared at the ground his hands folded.  It had been a week. A week of not only emptying out his heart but as well as the drawer of Jesse’s things he kept at his place.  Ward had packed it all in a box which he was going to give to the lobby desk to mail for him.  When he had opened his apartment door to leave that day, ironically, there was a crumpled up box in the hallway, the lid hastily folded over so that he could see his sweater inside.  He and Jesse had had the same idea it seemed.  

   But it wasn’t just the past year Ward was emptying out of himself.  Not just all the late night study sessions, or falling asleep on top of each other on the couch.  Not just the days they ditched class with their friends to use the pool at Ward’s apartment complex, or the weekends drinking and adlibbing soap operas with the television on mute.  He was also emptying what was left of his heart.  Not just what he gave to Jesse but what he could give to anyone else, besides Joy and his dad.  Ward, as he was, was not enough.  Not enough for Jesse.  Not enough for his high school senior girlfriend.  Not enough for his boyfriend the year before.  He realized now it wasn’t his youth or inexperience that was in the way.  It was just him.  It was how he was and he couldn’t push his pathetic self past whatever it was that was stopping him from taking the plunge.  Who would put up with someone like that?  Someone who doesn’t want their dick sucked but can wank it just fine.  Someone who can’t stand the idea of his fingers in a vagina or on a clit.  Can’t stomach any part of him in anyone else or vice versa.  Who would tolerate a selfish, broken, asshole like that?  His throat ached and his temples throbbed as the thoughts occurred but they were the truth.  Day by day he was emptying out that part of him that hoped for anything, anyone.  He was unfixable and unlovable.

   Ward felt the oppressive hover of his dad’s body but he was struggling to find the words.  He took a breath, made himself empty and just said it.  “Jesse and I broke up”.

Without having to look he knew his dad was smirking and raising an eyebrow but Ward was too empty to even want to react.  He just concentrated on breathing.

   Harold sighed exasperated.  “Jesse, Jesse?  That crippled guy?”

   “Dad!” Ward mumbled annoyed.

   “Ha look, a reaction!” his dad jested knocking Ward’s arms with his knuckles and smiling.  He got up from his spot next to Ward heading back to behind his desk.  “Sorry, sorry, I meant the black kid”.

   “Dad, this isn’t funny!”  Ward turned to his dad who was pulling something out of the bottom desk drawer.  Harold held a glass bottle of dark alcohol as he put his hands up in a mock surrender.

“I know, I know!   He’s Filipino, ” Harold imitated Ward’s voice.  “Jesus you kids can’t handle a little joke.  So PC”.

   Ward threw his hands up in annoyance and turned back to face the screen.  He folded his arms and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration.  There was the clinking of glass behind him and his father sighed.

   “Look, I’m sorry,” his dad said.  “I know it hurts. I know it feels like the end of the world.  But one day you’ll see,” he came around the corner and Ward opened his eyes to see Harold holding offering a glass of bourbon, “it’s all for the best”.  

   Ward took the drink without question.  He stared into the liquid while his dad sat back next to him cradling his own glass.  

   “I know you don’t want to hear this,” Harold continued, “but think of it this way.  Now you have less distractions and you can focus on school and Rand.  I’m sure the board would love to have a Meachum with more than an Associate's degree.  Makes them feel more secure about being bossed around by a twenty year old”.

   “I’m not the boss,” Ward replied after taking a gulp of the drink, shivering at the flavor he still wasn’t used to.

   Harold chuckled at Ward’s reaction.  “Not with that attitude you’re not.  And like I said this is a good thing.  You know if I were back at Rand you could go and get married to whoever you wanted.  But those weren’t the cards we were dealt”.  He put his arm around Ward whose shoulders tensed at the touch.  “I didn’t want to say this before but now that you’re getting closer to graduation you need to think of the future.  Not everyone at Rand is as open minded as you’re old man, especially the board”.  He squeezed Ward’s shoulder and Ward hated that it was the first touch he had the chance to take comfort in all week.  He knew exactly what his dad was going to say and Ward was already ahead of him.  He would never have to worry about what the board would think of his relationships.  There would never be another one.  Ward let his dad continue anyway, too tired to give a damn.

   “Besides, you still like girls.  Consider yourself lucky,” Harold downed his drink in one go.  “At least you can still fuck your wife without gagging, those poor gay souls that came before you.  You can still have a happy marriage-- son you're shaking. Ward!?”

   He thought he was empty, he thought he could listen to Harold and let it roll off his back.  But hearing the words out loud was more than Ward could take.  He was sure his dad was more mad about the spilt glass of  bourbon on the expensive rug than the fact that his son was hyperventilating.  He didn’t even bother to look at Harold as he doubled over sliding to the floor, leaning against the back of his dad’s desk.  He was trying to take a breath but all he could do was wheeze and sputter.  His heart was pounding in his ears and the tears wouldn’t stop.  He rocked back and forth and he could feel his dad grabbing his shoulders.  He could barely hear what Harold was saying but it was angry.  Ward tried to look at his dad who was shaking him but he couldn’t see through the tears.  Then suddenly he felt a snapping smack to his face that threw him on the ground. The pain only made everything worse and now he couldn’t breath.  He was gasping for air.  He heard the pounding of feet moving away from him.  He was alone and dying.  He wasn’t shocked his dad left but panic took over and against his better nature he tried to call out for him.  He needed help.  

Then the pounding of feet returned and a hand was behind his head lifting him up.  A stiff material was being shoved over his mouth and he heard his father yelling a word over and over again.  Ward’s body struggled but he finally took a gasp and it was loud and painful.  The material crinkled over his face as he took another brutal breath in.  And then another. And then another.  Each breath was easing on him and after a few more he was finally cognizant enough to realize the material was a paper bag.  He could see the bleary outline of his dad and feel Harold's hand holding the pouch over Ward's mouth.  The blood in his ears slowed and he could make out the noises around him.

“That's it son,” his dad said.  “Breath”.

Ward reached for his dad’s arm.  He was so terrified all he could think was to grab at his father, wanting his touch, wanting his loving hands around him again, like when he was a child.  It was instinct.  His dad was holding him, helping him, being a dad.  More tears streamed from his eyes as dizziness took over.

“Come on Ward,” Harold said.  “I can’t do this without you”.

Ward’s eyes rolled up in his head and as the darkness consumed him he was grateful it finally complied to his previous wishes.

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Ward stared at the back cushion of the couch where he woke up. He studied the crinkles in the leather and the fibers in the stitching trying to keep his mind blank. He had moved the ice pack that was behind his neck to his chest, holding it there with his right hand. His whole body was limp and he felt like he would never want to move again.  Just rot here and starve on his dad’s couch.  Harold would love it.  Real father-son bonding.

   Harold moved behind the couch finishing up a call.  For a moment Ward thought back to when he was a kid, him and Joy playing their racing video game, little Danny waiting for his turn, and Harold on the phone with Wendell talking business strategies.  Ward wasn’t sure if it was a happy moment he was remembering but it was peaceful, static.

   Harold hung up the phone and moved over sitting in front of Ward’s legs at the edge of the couch, leaning on his own knees.

   “Well, Ward, you certainly know how to scare the shit out of me,” he said.  Ward looked down and huffed at the quip. Harold smirked.  “Listen, I can see you’ve got a lot on your mind right now.  So, uh, sleep it off here tonight.  I can handle Markowitz this time.  But Ward,” he turned putting his hand on Ward’s knee, “I am gonna need you back on your game.  Back at Rand.  So whatever this is, put it behind you.  The sooner the better”.  He patted Ward’s leg.  “Work is a great distraction from heartbreak”.

   Ward heard the words but felt nothing.  He guessed the good thing about the panic attack was that it used all his emotional energy.  Harold stood up from the couch and left.  Ward closed his eyes trying to sleep in this pent house he was starting to hate.  After a moment he felt the draping of a blanket on his body, and his dad patting his shoulder with a sigh.  As Harold walked away taking the ice pack with him, Ward mentally made a plan.  He’d do as he dad said.  Just school work, just Rand.  That's all that was left to do now.  That’s all he was enough for.

Notes:

I know a lot of people head canon Harold as homophobic and I absolutely respect those Headcanons. I just wanted to try something different.

#ward meachum #iron fist #ace!ward #asexual ward meachum #biromantic asexual ward meachum #ward meachum fanfiction #iron fist fanfiction #harold meachum #oc #ward/oc #asexual characters #asexual character #ace characters #ace character #asexual #asexuality #ace #marvel #mcu #angst

[fiery-direwolf]

Mental State/Development of Ward’s Meachum Hair

1. Hey the Boss is in the town

2. Daddy Come on

3. Spidey have enough

4. Poor baby

5. I am fucking going to kill you all.

6. Guess who is back! Yes! That’s your boss!

#iron fist #ward meachum #the meachums #tom pelphrey #marvel #netflix #hair #lol #mental state

[presidentmeachum]

Wanny shopping for suits

Soo, the amazing @memoirsofamessybitch requested an imagine where Wanny goes suit shopping, so here is it! :)

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“..áand I just don’t understand why we have to go”, Danny complained.

“Listen, I don’t know either okay. The only thing that Joy has told me is that it’s an important event, we need to be there and you definitely need a new suit”, Ward told him sighing, also not sure why he and his boyfriend were going to the event.

“Well okay, shouldn’t we stop here than?”, Danny asked as they passed Macy’s.

“We’re not getting you a suit from Macy’s”, Ward snorted.

“Where are you taking me than? We are not going to some super fancy place right?”.

“Because you couldn’t afford a ‘super fancy place”, Ward answered with a smirk and a raised eyebrow”.

“No Ward, I just mean.. A suit from Macy’s is good for me. You don’t even see the difference”.

“Yes, you do actually! Do you think I spend thousands of dollars per month on suits, just for fun?”.

“I thought you did that to impress me”, Danny teased.

“I don’t dress up for other people, I wear all this for myself”.

It was Danny’s turn to raise his eyebrow now. “Calm down dude, I was just teasing. So where are we going than?”.

Ward hated when Danny called him that, but he let it go this time. “We’re going to my tailor, the best in the city. We’re here actually”, he said as he stepped out of the car.

“Ward I’m nervous”, Danny admitted.

“Don’t be, I’m here and I’ll help you in there. It’s just a tailor, not my dad”, Ward tried to joke as he grabbed Danny’s hand.

The men walked inside and one of the helps greeted them right away.

“Our tailor will be right with you, one moment please”, the boy told them.

Danny thanked them.

“Gentlemen, what can I do for you today?”, they heard a voice behind them. Ward and Danny both turned around. “Well, my boyfriend needs a new suit, I was thinking something BOSS? What do you think Alcott?”, Ward asked the man, clearly knowing him personally. “Great idea Mr. Meachum, I will first measure you and then you can try on some suits. Please stand on the podium Mr. ..?”. “This is Danny Rand, Danny Rand, Alcott”, Ward cleared up.

The man took Danny’s measurements while Danny looked nervously at Ward. Ward enjoying the sight of someone else being so close to his boyfriend and Danny being nervous about it.

“Well that’s that. Now you can try on a suit Mr. Rand.

“What do you think about this one?”, Ward asked as he held up a black suit.

“No, it’s to dark, I think..”, Danny replied insecure.

“And this one?”, now holding up a dark blue suit.

“I like that actually”. Danny took the suit from Ward’s hands.

“Right in here Mr. Rand”, the tailor pointed out a fitting room. He handed Danny a shirt, shoes and a tie.

“Thank you”, Danny replied.

Ward took a seat in the big chair standing next to the fitting rooms while the tailor and he waited for Danny to get dressed.

“Ward, can you help me”. Ward looked quickly at Alcott, but the tailor noticed it and try to perserve a neutral face.

Ward stepped inside of the fitting room and felt instantly bad for his boyfriend as soon as he saw how Danny struggled with not only the tie, but with the entire suit.

“Come let me help you”, he told him sweetly.

Danny smiled. He knew Ward would never laugh at him and he was just a sweetheart that was trying to help him.

“Now raise your arms”, he told him while he tucked in his shirt into his pants.

“Hmmm”, Danny sounded when Ward came close to his private parts.

“Shhh, what are you doing? You know the tailor is right outside right?”.

“My pants are not comfortable, need you to take them off”.

“No way Danny, we’re not doing it in a fitting room with that guy just right here.”.

“Pussy”, Danny teased while smirking annoyingly at Ward.

The man didn’t like the teasing and Danny knew that. Teasing Ward was just his way to draw him out.

Ward slammed Danny into the wall, lovingly with a little bit of aggression, well passion. Started to undo all the work he just helpen Danny with, undressing him. While pulling of his tie and unbuttoning his shirt he started kissing his neck. Danny giggled and Ward moved further down until Danny let out a big moan.

“Everything okay in there?”, they heard their tailor say.

Ward cleared his troat. “Yes, he’s just having trouble with his tie”, he lied as he winked at his boyfriend.

“Well let’s come out and see how it looks”, the tailor told them.

Ward made sure everything about his (too big outfit) was allright and made Danny step outside the fitting room.

Danny now agreed with not doing it in there because his face was tomato red while the tailor overlooked his outfit, wondering if he heard his moan.

“Looks good Mr. Rand, the tailor told him. “Now I just have to make some final measurements and then the proces of making your suit will go in action”.

“Allright, that’s great!”, Danny replied.

When the tailor finished his proces, Danny and Ward stepped outside and into the car.

“Well that wasn’t so bad, was it?”, Ward asked rhetorically while smiling down.

“It wasn’t at all”, Danny grinned. “Can we now just go home and finish that thing you started in the fitting room?”.

“I didn’t start anything! I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Ward denied, now with a big smile on his face.

“Suuuure, I’ll remind you when we get home”, Danny smiled, glad he found someone who he could care about and who cared about him.!

#ward meachum #danny rand #wanny #imagine #memoirs #memoirsoffamessybitch #president fic

[kilyra]

A Good Moment

Ward Meachum (Iron Fist) One-Shot

A/N: I received a request from the lovely @presidentmeachum for a one shot with Ward comforting a stressed-out reader. 

As hard as you tried to not to talk about your rough day, Ward pulled it out of you immediately.

Warning: None. Spoiler free

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"Is there anything in my tone that suggests I'm joking?"

As the door to the apartment opened, Ward's incredulous tone filled the silence of you holding your breath.

Hastily, you grabbed a tissue and ran it along your bottom lashes as you tried to force yourself to calm down. The door slammed and you quietly sniffed as the deadbolt latched.

"Right. And am I ever joking?"

Your heart started to pick up its pace as you heard him making his way further in. Dabbing at your eyes harder, you tried to will them back to normal. Rubbing your fingers across the lids, you just wanted the puffiness to die down in the next few seconds.

That wasn't too much to ask, was it?

"Exactly. So you need to get him back on the phone and sort this out. Now. And don't bother texting me until you have some answers."

Ward was close enough that, when he pulled the phone from his ear, you could hear the person trying to answer on the other end before he hung up on them. Coming into the living room, he dropped into his armchair as he tightly pinched his nose with a sigh.

Immediately, the phone he still clutched lit up. A deep frown tugged at his mouth as he peered down at the screen. After glancing at the message preview, he scoffed. Leaning forward, he tossed the phone onto the glass coffee table as though he didn't give a shit if it broke this time.

As he straightened to relax back in his seat, glanced at you like he was noticing you for the first time. Slowing his movements, his eyes narrowed and nodded your direction. "What's a matter with you?"

Your throat tightened at his blunt question. But you weren't going to cry again. No more tears, dammit.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're fine?" His eyebrows shot up as he drew out the word.

The way he stared at you expectantly while he leaned on the arm of his chair did more to stop your tears than all the willpower in your entire body. Even your skin bristled with irritation from seeing his lip curl up in slight sneer as he waited for your reply.

"Yeah, I'm fine." There was an edge of contempt as you spat it out. Maybe more than you meant, but you weren't going to take it back now.

His eyes widened in silent disagreement as he let his gaze drift across the room. Finally leaning back into his chair, he ran his thumb along his forehead as he tried again. "Hey, I might not be the most...observant guy ever, but we both know you're not fine. Can we skip over the back and forth and go straight to the part where you just tell me what's wrong?"

You weren't sure which annoyed you more, his unbelievable level of presumption or the fact that he was right. Every time you tried to bottle something up, he'd poke at it until you finally snapped and blurted out everything in an angry mess.

Sitting back on the couch, you crossed your arms and blew out a long sigh. Arching his eyebrow, he quietly waited again. His expression softened as his eyes scanned over your face – he knew he won.

"It's just work. And it just makes me angry that it gets to me so badly, but my boss is being such a dick. He's falling short of the number projections so the board is completely up his ass right now. But he just seems to think that beating the horses harder will somehow make the numbers go up. We're invoicing everything we can, but there aren't enough jobs coming in. My team can't send out invoices for nothing."

A crease between his eyebrows deepened as his tongue darted over his lips. "I don't understand. Didn't you just have that talk with him last month?"

Softly snorting, you couldn't help your quick eye-roll.

Taking it as his silent answer, Ward shook his head. "And is this asshole yelling at the whole team, or singling you out?"

Shrugging, your hand trailed up your arm to grip your shoulder. Kneading into the closest knot, you sighed. "I'm team lead. I don't know, I guess I'm at least shielding the others from our asshole boss."

"No. That's bullshit. You need to quit that job." As he spoke, his hand dropped against the arm of his chair in a display of his disgust.

"Ha! Being jobless doesn't exactly help the whole not-being homeless situation."

Lifting his shoulder in a half-shrug Ward's bottom lip jutted slightly. "Come work for me."

Letting out another chuckle, your hand slipped from your shoulder. "No, absolutely not."

Faint insult crossed over his feature's as his head bobbed back. "What? Why not?"

"You're an asshole boss." Anger and defeat still churned beneath the surface, putting a bitter tone over your joke. But, despite yourself, a smirk spread over your lips even as you tightly pressed them together.

"What? I am not an ass-"

Keeping his eyes on you, he paused when you pointedly stared at the phone he chucked on the table. The screen was lit up with new texts that he ignored. You both knew it was likely messages from the person he just finished barking at.

"Well, that's not... I mean..."

Your grin grew until you finally pressed your knuckles to your mouth. The bitterness slowly dissolved until it was a genuine laugh you had to hold back.

A soft huff escaped through his nose as he gave a slight shake of his head. "Rand's a large company. Technically, someone else would be your boss."

He stayed quiet for a moment while he stared a hole through his phone on the table. Following his lead, your smile faded and you dropped your eyes to the table. A small voice whispered in the back of your mind that he might have had an awful day as well and your joke might not have landed well.

Finally, his chest fell as he let out a deep chuckle. His eyes found their way back to yours and the corner of his mouth lifted. Pushing through your momentary doubt, his grin pulled a small smile from your lips.

As his stare drifted down to your mouth, his smile grew and he shifted his weight to lean towards you. Holding his tie against his chest, he moved in for a kiss. When his lips met yours, you felt the stress in your shoulders slowly melt.

His fingers snaked along your neck, nestling in your hair as he deepened the kiss and smoothly moved onto the couch beside you. The cool scent of expensive cologne wrapped around you and you felt the heat of his thigh against yours as he settled in. Your mind clouded, dulling the frustration from work.

All that existed was this moment.

When he finally pulled away, it took all your willpower to let him. Gently, he ran his fingers along the side of your face, lightly grazing your collarbone before setting his hand on your knee. "Well, if you won't come work for me, then at least let me buy you some dinner. It'll help take the edge off."

Looking up into his eyes, you watched his eyebrows pull together as he watched you. There was a deep-seated hint of concern hiding in his gaze. Not even his gruff exterior could hide how much he cared.

Leaning forward, you set your head on his shoulder and relaxed against him as he wrapped his arms around you. As he rubbed his thumb along your arm, a warm feeling spread in your chest. "I think you've already done that...but food is good."

You felt the rumble of his laugh as he reached for this phone.

It was a good moment.

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#ward meachum x reader #ward x reader #iron fist

[yutaya]

So who’s ready for a terrible thought I had?

Edit: Now crossposted to Ao3.

Most people don't know anymore. He's not even sure if Danny knows; it's not like it used to come up in discussion over monopoly, or while watching Mulan.

Ward is his middle name.

-

"Now you try. Over, over again, come up from underneath, slide through the knot, and now you can pull it tight. Look at you! You used to play in my shoes and now you can tie a Windsor like a real man. You'll be filling those shoes in no time."

-

Joy is enamored with cursive. She's been "practicing her signature" every chance she gets, big round letters with overly curled ends, painstakingly rendered in no. 2 pencil. Joy Annabelle Meachum. She enlists Ward to write names in large neat print so that she can rewrite them underneath in "pretty script" - her favorite tutor, Ms. Stacey McGill; her best friend, Daniel Thomas Rand; their father, Mr. Harold David Meachum; and of course himself, Harold Ward Meachum.

"Just like Daddy!" she exclaims, after she finishes her careful swirl on the 'm'. "But then why do we call you Ward, and Mr. Rand calls Daddy Harold?"

"Ward is my middle name, see?" He points to the Mickey Mouse looking 'W'. "Mom used to say it was so Dad would know when she was talking to me and not him."

"We can be called our middle names, too?" Joy turns wide eyes on the written column of her own name. "So somebody might call me Annabelle?"

"I guess you can choose," Ward says, leaning closer to her. "But I like Joy better, do you know why?"

Her smile grows. She does know why.

"Because Joy means happiness," she recites, "and I make Daddy happy. And you, too!"

"Happier than anything," he agrees.

-

"Joy to the world!" Dad declares, swinging a giggling Joy up into his arms.

"Daddy, Ward said his name is actually Harold, just like you!"

"Just like me, huh? You think Ward is just like me, darling? Well, I supposed we do have the same hair."

Joy giggles some more. "No you don't! Your hair is different!"

"I guess it is! Well, we're the same height."

"No you're not!! You're the tallest!"

"What a fine point you make, honeybee. I'm seeing things that aren't there yet! Your brother is still just Ward for now, but someday, you'll both grow up big and strong, and he'll need a man's name then.

"Do you accept this responsibility, Ward?" Dad jokes, turning to face Ward while he shifts his grip so Joy can clamber onto his shoulders, "Your quest, to dominate the field of business, to conquer Rand Enterprises, and to become deserving of the name Harold Meachum?"

Joy is giggling again. She loves this kind of fantasy speak. Ward's stomach is doing something funny, but he ignores it to shake Dad's hand.

"I accept my quest, milord."

-

Stupid Danny is skateboarding in the lobby again. Ward wishes he wouldn't do that; Harold always rants later about unprofessional aesthetics and how Wendall needs to teach his brat some respect. Ward speed-walks to the elevators while Danny is turned away; he really doesn't need the delay that would come with being spotted.

This tie feels like it's choking him and standing up straight makes his back twinge painfully, but Ward does it anyway. Never show weakness; that's how the lions get you.

Looks like He's in a meeting. Good. Ward stops just inside the doorway and brandishes the folder in his hands. "The report you requested, Director Meachum." 

Harold, much to Ward's dismay, does not gesture for him to put it down and leave. Instead he says, "Ward, excellent! Come over here." Ward would much rather be on his way to hide out in the copy room right now, but he goes. "My son, Ward," Harold says, as he grips Ward's shoulder and spins him to face the other man in the room. "James here is set to head up one of our main subsidiaries soon. Say hello, Ward."

"It's nice to meet you, sir.”

James No-last-name, future head of Unnamed-Subsidiary-number-question-mark, laughs. "Nice to meet you, Ward. You ready to take your old man's place yet?"

"Ah, he's got a few more years of schooling to get through first, but he'll be the new Harold Meachum soon, won't you son?"

"Maybe sooner than expected, if your memory's going so bad you're leaving reports at home, sir," Ward replies.

James Subsidiary-head laughs louder this time.

Harold's grip on Ward's shoulder tightens harshly.

-

"Harold Meachum?" the doctor asks as she enters the room. He smiles thinly.

"Please, call me Ward. Harold was my father."

"It says here you were hit by a car."

"And they say doctors can't read."

"Mr. Meachum, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that your injuries are not consistent with a standard vehicular collision."

"I'll be sure to add 'unusual hood ornaments' to my charges against the driver. Now, I'm an adult and perfectly capable of checking myself out, so unless you want me to take the sizable donation I was planning on making to this fine establishment over to your competitors, I suggest you stop wasting my time. How do you think your bosses would feel about that, Linda?"

-

"You know, you surprised me when you stabbed me. I didn't think you had the balls to get your hands dirty like that. As I fell, I thought, 'Well, what do you know? You're almost there, Harold.’ But now I see you trembling there... look at you! You're like a little bunny rabbit. Same old Ward."

-

"Ward, I invested my life in you. My name, my blood, all to raise you to be a great man. You've been the biggest disappointment of my life.

“Joy, I apologize for choosing Ward over you. It was a mistake. Never trust him again."

-

"I do blame you, Ward."

Joy spits his name now, every time she says it. It's an accusation in her mouth, a reminder; you are not your father's son.

To her, that's a bad thing.

-

The new prospectives file in to the small office-level conference room, past Danny's rarely used office, Megan's zhézhǐ covered desk, Katie's photo frames of her multitude of baby cousins - Kirra, Liam, Olivia, Imogen, Sebastian, Fen, and Dean, nailed it - and those replaced portraits of Danny and himself, overlooking every decision made at the top of the company.

"Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Meachum," the representative starts, and Ward smiles as he stands to shake their hands.

"Please," he says, "call me Ward."

#Iron Fist #Ward Meachum #fic #can you tell I never write fanfic? #oh man does this mean i have something to post on ao3? I think the last time i tried to write a fic was in my livejournal days #horrible au where ward's name is actually harold #D: I'M SORRY WARD #🖕 ward meachum 🖕 #the immortal iron fist #my stuff #the internet is for fanfiction

[untolikeiron-a]

✸ - @misshogarth

BEFORE MY MUSE DISAPPEARED, THEY GAVE YOURS A SERIES OF 'OPEN WHEN' LETTERS. SEND A SYMBOL TO READ THEM.

✸: you're angry at yourself

It’s a ten year old’s scrawled hand writing, but at least it’s in pen instead of crayon like it was a couple years ago.  The spelling hasn’t much improved, but it’s getting there.

Miss Hogarth J-Money,

Thank you for the M&Ms. I’m sorry me and Joy stole so many of them but only left you the brown ones.  When we get back from China I’ll bring you more j-money dolars dollars to buy more and alott of cokes from the machine. 

I left you this note in your file capinet cabinet because I think things aren’t good with Mr. Meachum.  He and my dad are fighting about something but I don’t know what it is.  But it’s not your fault.  My dad says he really likes you and he hopes you’ll be with the companee company for a long time.  maybe even when i’m the boss.  That’d be great!  

So don’t be mad at yourself for Harold being mad or cranky or whatever.  That’s just the way he is my mom says.  You’re great!  and Joy thinks so too.  Don’t believe what stupid old Harold says anyway.  Or Ward even because  he’s an asshole. But my mom says it takes all kinds so you have to be nice even to assholes.  and don’t call them assholes or you get in trouble.

Anyway g2g because we’re leaving for China to see a new factorie  factoree factory.  I drew a map of china on this note so you know where we are.  When I get back we’ll have more M&Ms.  

-Danny

#welp there you go #misshogarth #sofieamalien

[scribeofmorpheus]

Dangerous Liaisons part 3 (Billy Russo x Reader)

Part One, Part Two

A/N: This entire chapter was inspired by the glorious serious Billy gif below. Also, the timeline for this fic takes place before Iron Fist but after Daredevil s2, which is between November 2015 and February 2016. This chapter gave me so many problems, I had hit a stone wall and was torn between an Overprotective Billy and a Jealous Billy. In the end, we know which one won out. (I’ll add the jealous Billy scenes in the deleted scenes page later!)

Words: 3259

Warnings: Ward is an Ass! Slight NSFW

Summary: An overprotective Billy, an overstepping Ward Meachum and an encrypted file lead to quite the eventful day.

(Gif is mine)

You burst in through the office doors making your way to your boss’s office. You were a few minutes late to a meeting with a prospective client you had been asked to help secure thanks to your late night antics. The only reason you were even fashionably late was thanks to one fantastic maniac of a cab driver.

"How's it look?" You asked the receptionist.

She gave you an empathetic look and warned in a droll voice, "He's in a mood," she was referring to Ward. Just fucking great! You were in no mood to deal with Ward's temper tantrums this morning.

"Just my fucking luck."

You made your way into Ward's office and excused yourself when you had interrupted him mid-pitch. The clients didn't seem completely impressed by what he was selling. Ward gave you a look of displeasure as you made your way to the table.

"Ah, let me introduce you to the woman who will be heading this proposed project once it gets off the ground, Miss Y/N Y/L/N," Ward introduced you to the group of overseas clientele mid sales pitch.

You walked around Ward who whispered menacingly, "You're late." No one else heard it, but he had made his point. He didn't like being left to clean up your mess, he was probably seething. It took every ounce of his self-restraint to keep from giving off any visible signs of his anger. You knew him well enough that a simple clenched jaw and balling of his fists set off the alarms in your mind to keep from interacting with him after the meeting.

"A pleasure. Sorry I'm late, traffic." That was a lie, but it was New York, you could blame being late to anything on traffic.

You had taken over from Ward and started relaying the details of the current contract you had set up between Rand Enterprises and an overseas company looking to sell their shares in favour of being converted into a new global group of Rand Enterprises. The pitch had started off a bit rocky but once you were in your own headspace you had no fears of the proposal being rejected. The meeting dragged on for hours and every once or twice you would see your phone screen light up as someone tried to call you, Ward was not too happy about your phone distracting from the pitch even if it was on silent.

It had taken you nearly three hours but the contract was finally signed with no need to make any amendments to the original deal. Everyone left the table feeling pleased with how smooth everything had gone. Everyone except Ward that is, who was still trying hard not to let that vein on his forehead pop.

"A pleasure doing business with you. I'll be sure to draft the first legal buyout draft and send it to your offices by tomorrow," you thanked the businessmen as they made their way out of the office.

"I hope ours will be a profitable relationship," Ward added.

When it was only you and Ward left in his overly large office he walked round to you, hands folded, chest puffed up and nostrils flaring. He was not holding back anymore.

"How dare you be late today?" He barked at you, "Did I not make it clear that it was imperative we land this deal?" He swept a hand through his shiny hair before taking a breath, a poor effort at calming himself down.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from making matters worse and egging his tantrum further.

"What the fuck was so important you'd risk missing this meeting for? And don't feed me that bullshit about traffic."

You were getting sick and tired of his attitude, but what could you do, Ward was your boss and to be frank you'd rather deal with his temper than your father’s judgement if you lost your job.

You looked Ward square in the eye, he found the raw intensity of your angry gaze discomforting. He was forced to look away from your eyes as he fidgeted about, shuffling from one foot to the other. He wasn't just angry but agitated too. He looked to be sweating a little as well.

"It's not bullshit. This is New York, I chose the wrong cab and left home later than I should have. Hence, the traffic," You shot back. "Besides, I closed the deal, didn't I?"

Ward loosened his tie and went to plonk himself down on his office chair spinning it to face the window that overlooked half the city. His head hung back on the neck rest.

"Just draw up the paperwork. I expect it on my desk in the next two hours."

Two hours? He was being unreasonable and you knew it was his way of punishing you for being late. It wasn't impossible to have the paperwork done by then, but it was going to be a bitch.

You grabbed your phone and bag off the table and made your way to the door, "I'll get right on it."

"Next time… turn your phone off during meetings. I need your full attention when you're here," Ward's words were no longer coated in angry undertones, it was different this time. His words sounded proprietorial, it made you feel uneasy around him.

You didn't know what to say so you went with something that sounded detached and professional, "I apologise for the oversight. I thought I had turned it off earlier."

You walked out of the office before you could give Ward the chance to say anything else, itching to place some distance between him and yourself. You hated having to deal with Ward on legal matters, you preferred working with his sister, Joy. She may not have been as joyful as her name suggests, but she was less of a handful.

Back in your office, you began to type up the legal documents Ward had requested -more like ordered- of you. As your mastered hands typed away at the keys, your phone's screen became illuminated, someone was calling you. You looked at the caller ID and to your utter disbelief, it was Billy calling. You needed to learn to use a password for your phone.

"Did you program your number into my phone this morning?" You sounded both impressed and sceptical.

"You should really make it a habit to put a password on your phone. Besides, I wasn't sure when I'd see you again, so I took the initiative," Billy's voice was low and soothing, the stressful events of the morning quickly forgotten as soon as his voice met your ears.

Instantly, you blood turned to ice as panic set in. If he had access to your phone, could he have seen the sniffer device? You rustled through your bag for a second and then let out a sigh of relief. In your panic, you had forgotten Cecil had disguised your sniffer device to look like a turtle-shaped USB drive.

Thank you, Cecil, you praised inaudibly.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, sorry. I'm a bit preoccupied with work, I'm practically buried under a mountain of paperwork," you groaned.

Billy chuckled, "Want me to come save you again?"

"Tempting… but I think I can manage to save myself this time," you said brazenly. A cheeky smile spreading across your face.

"I don't doubt that. How about you save me from a boring night alone by letting me take you out on a proper date tonight? We can get to know each other a little bit better over a few drinks, seeing as how we didn't spend a lot of our time together… talking."

He was sly, you'd give him that, a part of you wanted to see him again, be near him again. You felt your resolve failing as you opened your mouth and let the words spill out.

"I get off work at five. I'll text you the address. Goodbye, Russo," With that, you hung up the phone and dialled for your secretary on the office phone.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N?" Gavin, your secretary, answered.

"Hey, Gavin. Can you call the IT department and tell Cecil to come up here. My computer froze again."

"Right on it boss-man," Gavin said in a peppy attitude.

You cut the call and continued working on your paperwork, your computer working in perfect condition.

*** You were halfway done drawing up the documents when Cecil walked in looking like death itself. His messenger laptop bag was strapped across his skinny chest and his long bony fingers clutched onto a disposable coffee cup like it was some ancient prized treasure. His curly dark hair was ruffled and his eyes had circles moderately the same colour as his hair: dark.

You eyed him up and down, the poor kid looked like he'd survived a few rounds with the grim reaper.

“You look like shit."

Cecil gave you the stink eye before walking around your desk to lean against the table next to you, he made sure to move some office equipment around to make room for him to plant himself atop your desk lazily.

“Someone rudely awoke me last night. I'm an insomniac which means whatever precious few hours of sleep I do get should not be disturbed," He droned out.

You pulled out the turtle shaped drive and handed it to Cecil, "Disguising it in this-" You pointed at the drive, "-was a good idea," you applauded his ingenuity.

Cecil took a large swig of his coffee before extending his hand to you. You placed the drive in his palm and watched him twist it and turn it this and that as though he could process information simply by staring at a storage device. You smirked at him in amusement.

Cecil never ceased to amaze you. From his terrible flat humour to his constant sleep deprived state, he reminded you a lot of your brother. He was about the same age too, only less chipper or emotionally weighed down. Of course, the drawback of that was the fact he was cursed with have permanent bags under his eyes, you don't remember a single day where Cecil looked well rested.

You felt the poisonous sting of grief threaten to make itself know, being around Cecil had revived all your repressed emotions towards your brother. And yet despite the fact you tried to close yourself off to him, treat him with indifference, he had a way of lighting up the room even if he only ever wore black clothing and sported a perpetual blasé look.

You balled your fists to distract yourself from the emotional pain by focusing on the physical pain of your nails digging into your palms. If Cecil had noticed your subtle emotional break, he hadn't bothered to comment on it.

He pulled out a pair of large noise-cancelling headphones and placed them over his ears. The sound of muffled metal could be heard faintly coming from his headphones. You grimaced at the discomfort your own ears would have suffered had that been you.

Cecil spun around and then reversed towards your large glass office doors, "I'll text you once I sort through the data. Don't call me, it will be ready when it's ready and not a moment earlier."

You shook your head at his terrible social skills, musing at how freeing it must be to have no filter for your words or have to pretend around people. You mouthed a heartfelt, "Get. Some. Sleep" at the kid and watched his give you a Vulcan salute before disappearing down the office hallway.

***

Your two hours were nearly up when you had just finished proofing the paperwork for Ward when the man himself waltzed into your office, airs about him like he hadn't just had a moment of distress earlier.

"Mr Meachum, I was just finishing up the first draft. I was going to ask Gavin to deliver the documents to you," you affirmed.

Ward seemed taken aback for a second, fixing his tie in place. When he finally caught on to your meaning he cleared his throat and pinched his nostrils, taking a deep snort like inhale, "Ah, yes, the paperwork. That's not actually why I came down here."

"Oh?" Now it was your turn to look on in confusion. Ward fiddled skittishly with his hands, not knowing whether to fold them or lean them on your desk, he settled for the former.

"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just wound up about this new deal and you are one of the few people I depend upon to be on their A-game. I'm sorry for overstepping my boundaries. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you," Ward stepped closer to you, almost like he was about to make a move.

You watched him cautiously, not entirely sure on how to process his apology.

"It's alright, don't worry about it."

You quickly hit send and your mail was sent to Ward and Joy's collective inbox for them to read over the contract. You stood from your chair and grabbed your small bag off the ground as you made your way towards the door. You hoped Ward would pick up on your not-so-inconspicuous indication that you were trying to bolt before this conversation got any more uncomfortable.

He didn't.

Instead, he stepped in front of you, looking down with a sleazy smile, "Listen, how about you join me for a drink? Least I could do to make up for being such an asshole earlier."

You kept your composure and held yourself steady, you had dealt with many unwanted suitors who didn't know when their advances were not welcomed. However, Ward was your boss, you had to deal with this in a muted manner, make him become disinterested, "That won't be necessary. Besides, I already have plans."

Something in Ward snapped and his demeanour changed from unprofessional to angry, "Is that the reason you got those personal calls during the meeting this morning?" His temper was getting worse by the minute. What was his deal?

"I don't see how that is your business, Ward," You dropped all pleasantries and glared back at him. You had never called him by his first name and the blatant disrespect of it had enraged Ward further.

Ward grabbed your forearm and leaned in closer to your face, nostrils flaring and veins protruding, you were prepared to sock him in the jaw when you heard Gavin's soft voice stammering worriedly in the distance, "S- Sir, you can't just- You need to make an appointment. Sir!"

You lifted your head to see Billy standing tall and menacing in front of both you and Ward. Poor Gavin looked at a loss for words as he stood behind Billy completely dumbfounded.

Billy's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. His dark eyes turning black as he gave Ward a lethal stare. If looks could kill alone, Billy could have easily mastered that deadly skill. Something about the severity of his gaze burned you, for the first time in a long time you were reminded what fear felt like. Cold shivers crept up your spine and Ward showcased his own look of dread.

"Let. Her. Go." Billy glowered. His voice a tone darker than you remembered. Ward complied, but then he turned to stare down Billy instead.

"Who the hell are you?" Ward barked.

"Billy Russo, who the fuck are you?" Billy glared at Ward's hand still clenching your arm in a death grip. Ward loosened it and you snatched your arm away.

"Ward Meachum, the CEO of the building you’re standing in," Ward said with an air of entitlement.

Billy took a step closer, his figure towering over Wards. He pinched his nose and inhaled deeply, "So what, that gives you the right to manhandle your employees?"

"That gives me the right to do whatever the fuck I damn well please."

Both men glowered at each other. They looked like feral beasts about to claw each other to shreds. Impeccably well-groomed feral beasts.

Billy standing up to Ward was enough to light that fire within you instantly, you gulped at the tense moment unfolding before you.

Finally, you took it upon yourself to diffuse the situation before more damage could be done. As much as you wanted to punch Ward in his perfectly polished teeth, you needed this job, which meant Billy couldn't fight your battles for you. Not that you needed him too.

You placed your hand on Billy's chest, ushering him out of the office, "Billy, let it go." He didn't budge an inch. "Russo!" You snapped at him garnering his attention. His eyes snapped to yours faster than lightning.

"Whatever you say," Billy gave you a reassuring smirk, but his fists were still balled up on his sides. As he turned around to leave your office, he shot Ward one last menacing glare.

"Have a pleasant day, Mr Meachum," you said, tongue in cheek. Ward simply scoffed and clenched down on his jaw hard enough you could see his vein straining against his temple.

On your way out Gavin looked like he was about to say something, clearly, he was beyond shocked at witnessing that little power wrestle between Billy and Ward, "That's quite alright Gavin, you're excused for the day," you said.

***

"How can you work for such an asshole?" Billy's hands were locked in a death grip on his steering wheel. His nostril flaring slightly.

You let out an ironic laugh, "Don't most people?" Billy didn't find your comment amusing, he was too tightly wound. "Hey-" you whispered as you pulled his face to look at you, "Anyone ever tell you how hot you look when you’re angry?"

Billy smirked, "Well, now they have."

"Thank you… Though, I hope you know I didn't need you to come to my rescue. I can handle myself."

"I know you can. If you don't take shit from me, chances are you don't take shit from anyone else."

"Glad we're in understanding then," you said as you pulled Billy closer for a kiss.

The kiss soon turned impatient and needy, both of you letting out lewd sounding pants. You were already wet from watching Billy be all aggressive towards Ward, you knew you couldn't last the rest of the night and you certainly didn't want to wait either. In fluid movements, you slid your panties off, manoeuvred around his gear shift and pulled up your pencil skirt to straddled him in his seat. Billy chuckled.

"Someone might see," he said, though he wasn't protesting. A suggestive smirk plastered on his godlike features.

"I know," you breathed out before you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and began to fuck him in his extremely expensive car in the underground parking lot. His leather seats let out moans of their own every time you gripped them for stability.

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