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th3mrskory · 5 months ago

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Pairing: fem!Reader x Tony Stark

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A/N: Divorced couple forced to work together on a merger. Heavily inspired by Suits and Succession because, clearly, I have a type. IDK if this is going to be a series or not, we'll see... also thank you @tezooks for the interest on this fic!

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Y/n’s heels echoed sharply against the polished marble floor as she walked toward the conference room. The familiar hum of the office surrounded her, but her mind was already in the meeting, calculating, strategizing. Every step was deliberate, each movement precise.

She turned the corner to find Linda waiting by the conference room door, her posture as immaculate as ever, her gaze steady. Linda had been with the firm for years—long enough to understand the weight of every decision Y/n made, and long enough to be trusted without question.

“Good morning,” Y/n greeted, her tone crisp, but warm enough to convey a sense of connection.

Linda’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles as she met Y/n’s eyes. “Good morning, Ms. Y/n. Everything’s in place for the meeting.”

Y/n’s eyes flicked to the door of the conference room. “And Tony?”

Linda’s smile faded, her expression carefully neutral. “He’s already in there. Waiting.”

Y/n’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second before she nodded. “Let him wait. He thrives on anticipation.” She adjusted her suit, ensuring everything was perfectly in place before meeting Linda’s eyes once more. “Thank you for the heads-up.”

Linda offered a silent nod in response, her respect for Y/n clear in the way she carried herself. “Of course. I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

With that, Y/n gave a small nod of acknowledgment, the brief exchange enough to communicate the trust between them. Without another word, she pushed open the door to the conference room, her presence commanding the space before she even entered.

All eyes turned to her—except one.

Leaning back in one of the leather chairs at the far end of the table, her ex-husband lounged like he owned the place. Technically, he did own a chunk of it. His tie was loose, his tailored jacket draped over the chair next to him, and a mischievous smirk played on his lips as he scrolled through his phone.

“Well, well,well” he drawled without looking up, “the queen has arrived. Let the peasants rejoice.”

The corner of her mouth twitched, but she masked it with a pointed glance at her watch. “And here I thought you’d be too busy golfing to show up. Or was it poker night at the club?”

Finally, he looked up, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Poker’s tomorrow. Today’s just my weekly charity work.” He gestured around the room. “You know, teaching the juniors how the grown-ups do mergers.”

One of the younger associates coughed to cover a laugh, and Y/n’s gaze swept over the room, silencing them with a single arch of her brow.

“Charity work?” she echoed, walking to her seat at the head of the table. “That’s funny. I thought your specialty was tax avoidance and charming widows.”

“Not just widows,” he quipped, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. “I have a pretty good track record with divorcees, too.”

Her hand tightened on the back of her chair, but her voice stayed cool. “So good, you’re two for two. Impressive.”

The room collectively froze, caught in the crossfire of their razor-sharp exchange. The senior partner on her right cleared his throat nervously, trying to cut the tension. “Shall we get started?”

“Please,” Y/n said smoothly, lowering herself into her seat. “We’re here to finalize the merger details for Sterling & Co. before their board meeting tomorrow. I trust everyone has reviewed the financial reports?”

“Oh, I’ve reviewed them,” her ex chimed in, pulling a neatly folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. “There’s just one problem. Page 17—projections for the fourth quarter are laughable. Unless Sterling’s CFO moonlights as a magician, those numbers are pure fiction.”

There were a few nervous chuckles around the table, and Y/n arched an eyebrow. “You mean to tell me you didn’t find their magical 20% growth plan convincing? Shocking.”

“Shocking is how long it took for someone to point it out,” he shot back, leaning forward.

She raised an eyebrow, flipping to the page in question. “I suppose you’re volunteering to rewrite their business plan?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve saved a failing venture,” he said, leaning back with an infuriatingly confident smirk. “Or reminded someone to check their blind spots.” He slid a file across the table.

She picked it up, skimming the contents. Her lips pursed, and for a moment, the room held its breath.

“Not bad,” she admitted, her tone grudging. “For someone who spends more time golfing than working.”

He leaned back, grinning. “You’d be amazed at how productive I can be between holes.”

“Spare us the details,” she retorted, her eyes still on the file. “Let’s focus on salvaging this merger before Sterling’s board meeting tomorrow.”

Tony leaned back, his hands behind his head, his grin infuriatingly smug. “Fine. But if we’re going to save Sterling, we need to talk about their litigation risks. Their portfolio’s a disaster.”

Y/n glanced up, her expression sharp. “I’ve already flagged that. Their employment practices alone are a lawsuit waiting to happen. The severance disputes in their HR files could sink them if they’re not handled correctly.”

“Handled correctly?” Tony echoed, feigning shock. “Darling, they need a complete overhaul. Their HR policies look like they were written on a napkin in the ‘80s. I suggest we include mandatory compliance training as part of the merger terms.”

She raised an eyebrow, flipping to another section of the report. “I’ve already drafted a clause for that. But compliance training alone won’t cut it. We need to clean house, starting with their general counsel.”

Tony whistled low, clearly impressed. “Ouch. Cold as ever. But you’re not wrong. Their general counsel is... how should I put this? Underwhelming. What’s your plan for the inevitable PR fallout when we push them out?”

“Mitigation,” she replied, not missing a beat. “We’ll preemptively frame it as a step toward modernization and efficiency. Their board will eat it up, especially if we back it with an improved diversity and inclusion plan.”

Tony smirked. “Always ten steps ahead, aren’t you?”

“Someone has to be,” she shot back. “While you’re busy charming the press and schmoozing clients, I’m the one keeping the ship from sinking.”

“Hey,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, “I schmooze strategically. You’d be surprised how much a little charm can smooth over merger tensions.”

“Charm doesn’t fix bad contracts,” she countered. “Or litigation traps. Sterling’s arbitration agreements are a mess, and their partnership structure is barely holding together. If we don’t address those, this merger will be dead on arrival.”

Tony sat up, his tone serious now. “Agreed. Let’s restructure their partnership agreements entirely—transition them to a tiered equity model. It’ll stabilize their revenue streams and make it easier to retain top talent post-merger.”

Y/n nodded, jotting notes as he spoke. “Good. But we’ll need to sweeten the deal for their junior partners. Increased buy-in options tied to performance metrics should do the trick. We’ll incentivize loyalty without draining their resources.”

“Smart,” he said, leaning forward. “But let’s not forget client retention. Sterling’s client portfolio is solid, but they’re vulnerable. If we don’t reassure their top clients during this transition, we risk defections.”

“I’ve already scheduled meetings with their top five clients,” she replied. “We’ll present the merger as a move toward stronger, more efficient representation. If we position it correctly, we can even upsell them on additional services.”

Tony’s grin returned. “God, I missed this. Watching you destroy everyone else’s arguments is like poetry in motion.”

She didn’t look up, her pen still moving across the page. “Focus, Tony. We’re not here to reminisce.”

The senior partner cleared his throat, interrupting the moment. “If I may,” he began hesitantly, “how do you propose handling Sterling’s ongoing class-action suit? Their legal team seems... ill-equipped.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Ill-equipped" is putting it mildly. Their lead counsel couldn’t argue his way out of a parking ticket. I’ll take point on this one.”

Y/n shook her head. “No. You’ll assist, but this is my case. I’ve already started drafting a strategy. First, we push for mediation. If that fails, we’ve got a fallback plan for a quick settlement. The longer this drags on, the more it jeopardizes the merger.”

Tony smirked. “Always the control freak.”

“Always the improviser,” she shot back. “Which is why you’re better as my backup.”

The team exchanged amused glances, their dynamic both entertaining and awe-inspiring.

Tony leaned back, giving her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. You drive; I’ll navigate.”

As the meeting progressed, the room buzzed with energy. Y/n and Tony dissected every aspect of the merger with precision, their combined expertise a masterclass in legal strategy.

By the time the meeting adjourned, the team looked equal parts exhausted and inspired.

“Alright,” Y/n said, gathering her notes. “Tony, I expect your revisions on the partnership agreements by midnight.”

He smirked. “Midnight? Cutting me some slack, will you?”

“Don’t push your luck,” she replied, her tone sharp but with a hint of a smile.

As the team filed out, Tony lingered, his eyes following her as she packed up her things.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “we make a hell of a team.”

She paused, her expression unreadable. “We always did.”

The team exchanged glances, marveling at the seamless way the two bounced ideas off each other. It was like watching two virtuosos perform a duet—each one pushing the other to greater heights.

Y/n gathered her notes, sliding them into her leather portfolio with meticulous precision, fully aware of Tony’s eyes tracking her every move. His gaze was too heavy, too familiar.

“So,” he said casually, leaning against the edge of the table like he owned not just the furniture but the air she was breathing, “since we’re working so well together, how about lunch? To strategize further, of course. I hear that new French place downtown is incredible.”

She glanced up, arching a brow. “Lunch? Is that your latest excuse for trying to spend more time with me?”

“Excuse?” he repeated, his tone mock-wounded as he straightened. “Ouch, sweetheart. I thought you’d jump at the chance to pick my brain over a plate of foie gras.”

Y/n’s lips twitched—almost—but she didn’t give him the satisfaction. “Your brain is the last thing I’d want to pick, Tony. And stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”

“Force of habit,” he replied, the smirk in his voice as audible as the one gracing his lips. He stepped closer, invading her space, his cologne a maddening reminder of nights she didn’t want to remember but couldn’t forget. “But come on. Just lunch. Strictly professional. You have my word.”

“Your word?” she repeated, closing her portfolio with a sharp snap. “Excuse me if I don’t find that particularly reassuring.”

He leaned down, hands on the table on either side of her notes, caging her in with that infuriating mix of charm and audacity. “Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.”

Her breath hitched despite herself. Damn him. “You’re worse.”

His smirk widened as his dark eyes bore into hers. “You’re smiling, though.”

“Barely,” she countered, stepping back—or trying to. The table behind her left nowhere to go.

Tony’s grin softened, a rare flicker of something real slipping through. “You used to like my bad habits.”

“That was before I knew better,” she shot back, though her voice lacked its usual sharp edge.

He tilted his head, closing the space between them again, so close now she could feel the heat radiating from him. His gaze dropped to her lips for a fraction of a second, and her pulse betrayed her, quickening.

“For the record,” he murmured, his voice low and impossibly smooth, “you haven’t learned a thing. Otherwise, you’d have kicked me out by now.”

She swallowed hard, willing her composure back. “Don’t tempt me.”

Tony chuckled, his breath brushing her cheek. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

The air between them crackled, the distance practically nonexistent. His hand drifted just slightly, brushing her arm, a touch so brief it could have been accidental—but wasn’t.

And then, as if the moment teetered on the edge of something neither of them was ready to admit, Y/n sidestepped, breaking the spell.

“Lunch,” she said briskly, grabbing her portfolio and stepping around him. “Twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

He turned as she walked away, his smirk returning, though his voice was softer. “When am I ever late?”

She didn’t answer, disappearing through the door with her usual grace.

The French bistro had a quiet sophistication that suited the occasion. Light chatter filled the room, underscored by soft classical music, but Y/n barely noticed. Her focus was on the folder in front of her, its contents neatly arranged—notes, projections, and proposals that could make or break the merger.

Tony arrived a few minutes late, as usual, but with the air of someone who knew how to make an entrance. He shed his coat and slid into the seat across from her, his casual demeanor contrasting sharply with her poised professionalism.

“So, what’s on the agenda, boss?”

Y/n’s lips twitched at the title, but she let it slide. “Sterling,” she said, cutting straight to the point. “They’re playing hardball on equity redistribution. I’ve outlined our options, but we need to decide on a strategy before the board meeting tomorrow.”

Tony leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Let me guess—they’re trying to hold out for a bigger piece of the pie?”

“Exactly,” she confirmed. “But their position isn’t as strong as they think. They’re banking on us blinking first.”

The waiter appeared, interrupting them briefly to take their orders. Y/n opted for a salade niçoise, Tony for steak frites. As soon as the waiter left, Tony turned back to her, his expression unusually serious.

“So, what’s the play?” he asked, scanning the document she slid across the table.

“We present minor concessions as a gesture of goodwill,” she explained. “Enough to make them feel like they’ve won something, but not enough to disrupt the structure. If they push for more, we call their bluff. Their position won’t hold up under scrutiny, and they know it.”

Tony nodded, his eyes darting over the document. “Solid plan. But what if they double down instead? They might drag this out just to see how far we’ll bend.”

“I’ve factored that in,” Y/n said, pulling another sheet from her portfolio. “This is our fallback position. It’s not ideal, but it’ll keep the deal moving forward without giving up too much leverage.”

He studied the paper, his brow furrowing slightly. “You’ve been busy.”

“Someone has to be,” she replied dryly.

Tony glanced up, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “You know, most people would have called it a day after the last round of negotiations. But not you.”

“Most people aren’t trying to save a multi-million-dollar merger,” she shot back.

His lips curved into a faint smile, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he leaned back, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before shifting to the folder still open on the table.

“So,” he began, his tone casual, “what’s your take on Sterling’s new CFO? Walters, right? He’s been suspiciously quiet in these meetings.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Quiet, but not absent. He’s been feeding his team notes—counterpoints, objections. He’s not as passive as he seems.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. “That’s what I figured. I had a chat with one of his former colleagues. Apparently, Walters likes to fly under the radar until he’s ready to pounce.”

She arched a brow. “And you just happened to run into one of his colleagues?”

“What can I say?” he replied, a hint of mischief in his tone. “I like to be thorough.”

“Thorough,” she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.

“Thorough,” he confirmed, his grin widening. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“On this?” she said after a pause. “Yes. But don’t push it.”

Their conversation paused as the waiter returned with their food. Tony’s steak frites looked indulgent compared to her lighter salad, but he didn’t comment, instead diving into the meal with surprising restraint.

As they ate, the discussion shifted to logistics: timelines, integration plans, and the delicate task of managing client lists. Tony contributed more than she’d expected, his insights sharp and his instincts—when not veering into overly charming territory—on point.

“I’ll follow up with Walters,” he said as they reached the end of their plates. “See if I can’t get a better read on him.”

Y/n hesitated, her fork hovering over her plate. “Be careful. He’s not the type to underestimate. If he realizes you’re fishing for information—”

“He won’t,” Tony interrupted smoothly. “I’ll keep it subtle. Promise.”

She gave him a long look, weighing her trust against her better judgment. Finally, she nodded. “Fine. But let me know what you find.”

“Always,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost teasing. “What would you do without me?”

“Sleep better, for one,” she replied, closing her portfolio with a sharp snap.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Fair enough.”

As they stood to leave, Tony lingered for a moment, holding the door open for her. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by something quieter, almost thoughtful.

“You know,” he said as they stepped into the street, “for all your talk about strategy, I think you just like keeping me on my toes.”

“Someone has to,” she quipped, her tone brisk but not unkind.

He grinned, falling into step beside her. “Well, keep it up. You’re pretty good at it.”

They walked down the street together, their usual banter fading into companionable silence.

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theyanderespecialist · 1 month ago

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Base Yandere Tony Stark/Iron Man Headcanons: Yandere Development (Marvel/MCU)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins, and happy Men's Mental Health Month! I am back with a new chapter! This one is for Men's Mental Health Month with Tony Stark because he has so much trauma and PTSD! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: Iron Man aka Tony Stark is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) -Base Yandere Headcanons with Yandere Iron Man Aka Tony Stark X Gender Neutral Reader From The Marvel Cinematic Universe AKA The MCU-

.Before Tony Stark was kidnapped, he was self-absorbed, self-centered, and pretty much cared for only himself.

.After he came back, he learned the harm that his devices were doing, and so he stopped making them and stuck to that.

.He planned to become a hero, becoming the Iron Man that could help change the world and be a better person.

.At some point, he met you, fell in love with you, and wanted to be a better man for you.

.He was confident that he could win you over as he was very good at charming people, and he is confident as well that he was the best choice for you.

.He is handsome, a genius, and very charming. Why would you not want to be with him?

.He would be the type of man to have cameras in your home to make sure you are safe and that there are no rivals in your home.

.He would be the type of yandere to know where you are at all times and would very much be able to track where you are going.

.He would have been a yandere to get you a job one way or another.

.May it be making you his assistant or buying the place you work at so that he can take care of you and spoil you.

.He would be the type of yandere that would spoil you and favor you.

.He is the type of yandere who wants to give you the world and would want to make you see how much he adores you.

.He is a man who became willing to kill to protect the people he cared about, being ruthless with his killings.

.He does give people a chance to stand down and go away peacefully.

.These things have changed him as a yandere; he will give a rival a chance to walk away from you and leave you.

.It will most likely have him buying them out by bribing them to leave you and never speak a word of it to you.

.If that does not work, he will either blackmail them or frame them with evidence, and if that does not work he will kill them.

.He had given them a chance and then tried the easier way; if they did not take those chances well, then they were as good as dead.

.He is the type of yandere to go big or go home.

.He would be showy with his love for you, doing grand moments of his love for you and showing you just how much you mean to him.

.No amount of money on the price tag is too much for him, and he wants to worship you as his darling, so buying you all these extravagant gifts is a way for him to prove his love.

.He would also be the type of yandere and man to have you as his sugar baby, to show you that he loves you and that you are his everything.

.He will be the type of yandere to bankroll your life, but do not get it wrong, it is not just out of the kindness of his heart.

.He is going to make you dependent on him and his money so that he can have you as his spouse and lover, where you will never be able to be without him or his money.

.He would also be the type of yandere to buy every place you would try and work at if you left him.

.This way, he is controlling your money and your job, whether you like it or not.

.He has an endless amount of money, and he would use all of it to make sure that you are his and his alone.

.He confessed his love to you early on, and if you accepted his love, he would have been over the moon and planning the most grand wedding for you and him!

.He would have even welded your wedding ring.

.If you turned down with him at this time, he did not take it well and would spiral a bit.

.If you wanted to try and live without him, he was going to make it as hard as possible and force you to come crawling back.

.Giving you no choice but to be with him and him alone.

.He would, over time, become better and more caring, and he would become the yandere who would put his life on the line for you.

.He wants you to be able to live in a world where you are safe and sound and do not have to worry about aliens or muggers or anything else, for that matter.

.He goes from being a very selfish yandere to a selfless yandere that would make the sacrifices to save the world and also save you the love of his life.

.He is one of the yandere that would make the most improvements as a yandere and would die for his darling you.

.He is a yandere who comes face to face with how bad the world can be, and he will do what it takes to ensure that you are in a safe world.

.Before he comes to this conclusion, though, he would have been a paranoid yandere and would have locked you up where you could not be hurt or leave him.

.As he came face to face with how terrible the world was, and had a want. No, he needed to protect you from it.

.At that point, he had locked you up so you were safe and sound, even not letting your family or friends see you, because they all could have been a threat.

.He does come around from this yandere paranoia and can let you have freedoms again.

.When he does die and comes to terms that he was going to die, he leaves a recording of himself for you and tells you he did this all for you, and he would always do it for you, as you were his entire world!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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