Robert Downey Jr x Wife Reader • No explicit content but MDNI
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A/N: As someone who has been the difficult one this hits home + I think this is the lengthiest chapter I have written. I completed this chapter literally at 7:30 in the morning (it's 7:45 am as I type this out) so much angst early in the morning ufff... Hope you guys like reading ❤️
Content warning: This story contains themes of nicotine addiction, deception in a relationship, and mentions of substance abuse relapse (alcohol). It depicts a high-tension emotional confrontation and the use of "spite smoking" as a psychological tactic. Please read with care if these topics are sensitive for you.
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The shift was subtle at first, the kind of friction you only notice when you’ve memorized the rhythm of someone’s soul. Robert started lingering in the garage a little too long after getting home, his silhouette a dark statue against the evening light. When he finally came inside, he was a whirlwind of practiced distractions—kissing your cheek while turning his head away, heading straight for the shower, and tossing his clothes into the wash before you could even offer to help.
He was more energetic, too. The wit was there, but it was edged with a nervous energy that smelled faintly of peppermint and expensive cologne, a mask for something sharper underneath.
You caught him on a Tuesday. You hadn’t intended to play detective; you’d simply gone to the mudroom to find your gardening shears. Through the cracked window, you saw him. He was leaning against the brick wall of the side porch, shoulders hunched, his eyes closed as he took a long, desperate drag of a cigarette. The sight of it felt like a physical blow to your chest. He looked so small in that moment, controlled by a paper-thin habit he had sworn was a ghost of his past.
You didn't storm out. You didn't scream. You simply watched the smoke curl around his head before you turned around and walked back into the kitchen, the silence of the house suddenly feeling very heavy.
For three days, you let him lie. You watched him come home, watched him sneak his mints, and watched the guilt eat at the corners of his mouth.
On the fourth night, the front door clicked shut. "Honey? I’m back!" Robert called out, his voice pitched in that faux-cheerful register he used when he was hiding. He paused in the foyer, sniffing the air. His brow furrowed. The house didn't smell like home. It smelled like a dive bar at 2:00 AM.
He followed the scent into the library, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Y/N? Is something burning?"
He rounded the corner and stopped dead. You were draped across the velvet chaise lounge, a glass of amber liquid, though in the dim light, it looked like poison resting on the side table. In your right hand, a cigarette burned, the smoke snaking up toward the ceiling. As he watched, you took a clumsy, painful drag, your chest heaving as you fell into a fit of harsh, racking coughs.
"What the hell are you doing?" Robert lunged forward, his face pale with genuine horror. He reached to snatch the cigarette from your trembling fingers. "Stop! Y/N, give me that! You’re going to make yourself sick!"
You pulled back, your eyes red and watering from the irritation, but your gaze was steady and cold. "Why the sudden concern for health, Robert? I thought we weren't doing that anymore."
He flinched as if you’d slapped him. "That’s... that’s different. You don’t do this. You hate this."
"I do," you rasped, the smoke making your voice sound like broken glass. "But then I realized, if you’ve decided to start self-destructing over a few packs of Marlboros, I should probably keep pace. It’s lonely being the only one trying to stay alive for our future."
"I was going to tell you," he whispered, his hands shaking. "It was just a lapse. Stress, the new project... I had it under control."
"Under control?" You laughed, a dry, bitter sound that ended in another cough. You stood up, the cigarette still smoldering between your fingers. "There is no 'under control' when you’re lying to me. If the promises we made about our health and our sobriety are this easy to break, then let's just stop pretending. Why stop here?"
You stepped closer to him, the acrid scent of the smoke clashing with his expensive cologne.
"Let’s go to the cellar," you said, your voice dropping to a dangerous, flat tone. "Let's get the hardest thing we can find and get blackout drunk. Let’s just go all the way, Robert. Let’s see who hits the bottom first. Who cares about relapse? About the sleepless nights I've had when you were sweating all night as a withdrawal symptoms. You don't care about it. Why should I?"
The color drained from his face entirely. The sight of you—the person who was his anchor, his reason for staying clean, his light—holding that burning stick of ruin was the mirror he couldn't turn away from.
"Please," he choked out, dropping his head as the first sob broke through his chest. He reached out, not to take the cigarette this time, but to pull your hand toward his heart. "Please, Y/N. Put it out. I’m done. I’ll throw them all away. I’ll do anything. Just... don't become me. Don't let me do this to you"
He reached out, his fingers trembling, and gently took the cigarette from your hand. He didn't just put it out; he crushed it into the ashtray until it was nothing but grey dust and shredded paper.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I thought I was just hurting myself. I was so arrogant to think it wouldn't touch you. Seeing you... coughing like that... it felt like I was watching my whole world catch fire."
You looked at him, the anger finally beginning to drain away, replaced by a weary, stinging sadness.
You reached up, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "I can't lose you, Bobby. No more hiding in the garage. No more secrets."
He nodded frantically, pulling you into a desperate, bone-crushing hug. He smelled like the mints he’d been using to hide, but beneath that, he just smelled like Robert—warm and familiar.
"Never again," he promised, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "I’m flushing the rest. Every single pack. I’ll even let you check the toolbox, the car, the vents, anywhere my stupid brain thought was a good hiding spot."
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression earnest and raw. "And no more smoking or whiskey talk. No more 'blackout' talk. I need you healthy. I need you to be the one who keeps me sane, but I have to be that for you, too. I've been a selfish idiot."
A small, tired smile finally touched your lips. "You have been. A very charming, very talented, very stupid idiot."
Robert let out a watery laugh, leaning his forehead against yours. "That’s fair. I'm charmingly stupid."
He stood up, offering you his hand to pull you off the chaise. "But for right now? We’re going to open every window in this house. We’re going to let the fresh air in. And then," he kissed your knuckles, "I’m making us the most boring, healthy tea you’ve ever tasted. I am starting over. Minute one, right now."
Just as he was walking by, you held his wrist and pull him into a hug, "We are okay Bobby. I promise. Just dont my trust again. I need you even when I pretend I don't." He hugged you back tighter, holding on his tears.
He whispered slowly in your ear as if speaking loud would crumble him, "I know sweetheart, I need you too. I will never forget what you keep up with by staying with me." "By the way, not that there is going to be a next time but you can kill me if there is." you playfully hit his chest and chuckle just a little and he gives you a forhead kiss, "I love you Y/n."
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|| 🥀 - Angst || 🤍 - Fluff || 🌶️ - Smut ||
''I love you berry much!'' || 🤍 🌶️
It is a lovely summer day as you and Robert start the day together with cuddles and being wrapped up in one another, followed by a run to the local market and ending with a dinner with some of his Marvel co-stars.
Precious || 🤍 🌶️
Your girl's night turns unexpectedly when you accidentally butt-dial your boss, Robert, and he hears you confess your feelings toward him. Ever since that moment, he's trying to impress you every chance he gets, and when you finally talk about it with him, your life just turns out perfect.
Eyes on me || 🌶️
Robert comes home from an extended filming period, and you're desperate to have him fill you up again. He can barely make it inside before you're all over him, but it's the best 'welcome home' he could have dreamed of.
Passion wrapped in purple || 🤍 🌶️
Robert has taken you to a movie premiere, but you two couldn't keep your hands off one another the entire night. You two go home early, and after some more teasing, something inside Robert snaps. He's determined to pull as much pleasure from your body as possible, and you're not one to deny him that.
I do! Again! || 🤍 🌶️
Your 10th wedding anniversary with Robert is coming up, and he is planning a special vacation for you and your little family, though it'll have a twist you will know about once you arrive. He ensures every last detail is perfect, and it will become a vacation you'll never forget.
Lollipop || 🤍 🌶️
Your boyfriend has always been good at making you go crazy, but when he decides to tease you with a lollipop, your mind is officially going into overdrive. As soon as he comes home, you're all over him, and of course, you were waiting with a lollipop in hand to give him an extra sweet treat.
Bad girl || 🌶️
Your grades have been slipping, and your professor is happy to help you raise them back up. However, this comes with a price you're more than willing to pay because you've had a crush on him since you first set foot in his classroom.
Snowed in together || 🤍 🌶️
You're enjoying a ski trip with your husband, until you're snowed in at the log cabin you're staying in. It's a good thing you've gotten the perfect routine down for snowy days, and you enjoy every single second of the cuddles, kisses, and hot chocolate as you try to turn this day into an unforgettable one.
Lazy Sunday morning || 🤍
Sunday mornings with your boyfriend and two cats are always something you look forward to after a long, hard week at work. From lots of cuddles to a delicious breakfast, Robert always makes you feel special, and you happily relax and allow yourself to be pampered by all three.
Endless love || 🤍 🌶️
Your husband, Robert, has taken you on a surprise trip to Italy after seeing how stressed you've been lately. The two of you take it easy for a day as you stroll around the city during the afternoon before dinner in an authentic Italian restaurant and finish the night off in each other's arms.
Spin The Bottle || 🤍 🌶️
Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.
And the Oscar goes to... || 🤍 🌶️
Your husband, Robert, is on the receiving end of an Oscar, and you decide to celebrate it differently than you usually celebrate his wins. He trusts you fully as he allows you to take the lead in the bedroom, making it a celebration that neither of you will ever forget.
Dreaming Of You || 🤍 🌶️
Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby after almost a year and a half later, you get a surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.
Birthday Boy || 🤍 🌶️
Robert's birthday is coming up, so you decide to share this special moment for just a few days away from the spotlight. During your trip, you have a special surprise for him that will make it one never to forget. To top it all off, you're throwing a surprise party when you two come back, complete with his Marvel co-stars, friends, family, and two beautiful children.
Electric Love || 🤍
You've seen the 'electric love' challenge on TikTok and can't wait to try it out on the man you've been crushing on for a long time.
Breakfast is served || 🌶️ || Part 2 || 🌶️
[ Part 1 ] You decide to wake up your husband in one of the most delicious ways you can think of, and he's definitely not one when he feels your mouth wrapped around him ever so perfectly.
[ Part 2 ] After waking your husband up in a particular way a few weeks ago, he can finally return the favor when you're having a very spicy dream about him. However, he will let you finish that slowly, as he's hellbent on pulling only the strongest of finishes from your body.
Love is in the air || 🥀 🤍 🌶️ || Part 2 || 🤍 🌶️
[ Part 1 ] Valentine's Day has been incredible since you met Robert, but this time, he plans on making it extra special because this will be the last one where it is just the two of you. From breakfast in bed to a fancy dinner cooked by a private chef and a calming bubble bath, he is pulling out all the stops to make this a very romantic and relaxing day for you both.
[ Part 2 ] While the road to pregnancy hasn't been the easiest, you're very excited to go through all the small and big moments with the man you love by your side, and when you can finally hold the little girl you've been protecting for the past nine months, your world is finally complete.
Mmmmmm thoughts about being in teenage love with Tony Stark in high school and being childhood sweethearts... Bunking classes together, tagging each other in funny af memes,cuddles disguised in group study sessions, literally bitching about our teachers and gossiping, being the couple everyone ships and freaking the fuck out before exams but being there for each other. All the teen angst and fluf sjsjsjhshshhmmm i have nothing but thoughts feel free to reblog and add your own.
You know why Sherlock did not invite any of Watson's friends on his bachelor night? He knew this might be the last night where he has his company. He knew what marriage does to people and that's why he tried so hard to talk him out of it in the motor ride to the event. He wanted his undivided attention because he knew Watson would devote all his time to someone not him after this night. He knew Watson would move out and he would probably never see him again that's why he wanted his bachelor night just for them two. He didn't plan for a dinner date, he was never good at expressing his emotions at social dinners or at all. The last time he went to one with a loved one he got a wine glass thrown at his face or he ate alone. He always bonded with Watson over their investigations. He was going to do that only, for the last time but Watson decided to ditch him and play cards instead.😔🥺
Summary: This oneshot is set on Tony Stark’s birthday party in Iron Man 2 and is based on the song “Party Favor” by Billie Eilish.
Genre: Pure Angst
Word count: 1,486
A/N: It is my love’s birthday and I couldn’t bear not posting today. It’s not a birthday one shot you would expect but I did not have anything more date appropriate. Give me feedback on this one because I may have another song inspired sequel to this one.
After three rings your call went straight to voicemail. Of course, why would a billionaire want to hear from his girlfriend on his birthday? Well, what you had to say wasn’t occasion appropriate but still you absolutely had to get it off from your chest.
“Hey, call me back when you get this” you said. It was not the first time Tony had completely ignored you, taken you for granted. You thought you could get used to it, but you never did.
“or when you’ve got a minute. We really need to talk” you continued. It was not the first time you both had to talk. Over all these years you and Tony had been the #1 on-and-off relationship of the tabloids. You had made calls like this before, saying you couldn’t handle all the cheating, all of his absence; but at the end of the day you absolutely were head over heel for this man he knew his way around with words.
Oh
“Wait, you know what? Maybe just forget it.” You just couldn’t let him fool you this time. You would absolutely not fall for his pleading doe eyes this time. “’Cause by the time you get this, your number maybe blocked”
You did not want to do this, at all but you knew this was now or never. You gave everything you had and even the things you didn’t have to him; all your love, your patience, your support. You guessed to him, that meant nothing. If it did, he maybe would have treated you better. You had been there for him every time he needed you, even when you knew you will not get, did not get even a few minutes of his precious time. You couldn’t help but get a little selfish for yourself when you see that you were never on the receiving end, never. You assured yourself that he still loved you, he just had other important priorities. And that just led you to believe that you were never his priority. You were starting to believe he did not even love you anymore because cheating doesn’t really helped the case that he did. But you still gave him a chance. You knew he had problems, everyone does. You did too, but when half of them are caused by the person you cherish, things start to fall apart.
That was what was happening to you. You were falling apart. Your patience ran out and so did your tears that you thought just couldn’t stop at some points during the nights when you had to sleep on a cold bed, hugging the pillows instead of your man.
Was he even yours anymore? He did not even give you a chance to ask him even if he was doing good.
Many times you thought that you did not deserve a man like the Tony Stark and he just made you feel you deserved more. You helped him with his work too. Before Pepper, you had been doing almost everything she did as a secretary. After all you were qualified enough. You even got offers from Hammer Tech. for the same position and they even bribed you in with double your salary at Stark Industries but what they did not know was you did not have one. You did that out of your compassion and just to ease off the weight on Iron Man’s shoulders.
But now that you had decided to call it quits for the last time, you considered working the Hammer Tech; you could not work there after breaking the heart of Stark himself. Plus you knew he would do everything to convince you to stay.
“Stay and blah blah blah. You just want what you can't have”
You wished you had did this on any other day but his birthday, but you knew if you did not do it any sooner you would never be able to do it.
“And I hate to do this to you on your birthday. Happy birthday by the way…”
You wanted to get this over with as fast as you could. You could not afford him listening to your sobs over the speaker.
“It's not you it's me and all that other bullshit. You know that's bullshit, don’t you babe?”
Once Tony Stark was all you could think about, he was your everything. Your home, your drug, your future, your favorite sculpture made by God himself, your life’s love.
Now, you doubted if you ever meant anything to him, did you? Did you ever? Other than a possession, like his money or his suits, that he could show off to the rest of the world. But then you realized the suits were better off than you, at least he gave his nights to them.
You were just an arm-candy. A party favor.
You were more than that.
You were not his party favor.
“I'm not your party favor”
You couldn’t help but imagine what would it have been like if he ever had time and love for you, only you. You both had potential to work it out if you wanted to but he made some mistakes and you made some. The only difference was that you were always there for him and to help him make up for them all.
“Look, now I know, we could've done it better. But we can't change the weather when the weather's come and gone. Books don't make sense if you read them backwards. You'll single out the wrong words like you mishear all my calls.”
Calls for help, calls for intimacy, desperate screams for you to love me and just me just as I have devoted myself to you. And then calls that I can’t take it anymore. The pain I bear is past the love I ever had for you. That I can’t stay anymore. I’m sorry but I cannot give you anymore second chances. I wish I could. I am so sorry.
“You hear ‘stay’ and blah blah blah. You just want what you can't have. And once again I hate to do this on your birthday. I hope you have a great birthday” I glanced the headlines about the party at his house and how he’s got another ‘personal assistant’. You continued,“and I maybe know you will. Don’t try to reach me, please. Just be how you have been all this time.”
“What would you do if you knew this was your last birthday party?” Tony asked his PA. He was already thinking about calling this party off. It was ill-timed, inappropriate and what not. But it’s a little hard deciding what to do and not do for the last time, when you know you are dying.
“I would do whatever I want with whoever I want” she replied with a smirk.
Then he realized he was doing neither. He did not want do this party nor was he with y/n, the only person he really wanted to be with.
She was the only person who understood me, really cared for me, helped me stand back up. I would not be disappointed if hers was the last face I ever saw; it’d be a blessing to be honest. I had did nothing for her except letting her down repeatedly, the least I could do was die in her arms or atleast by her side.
He hurriedly grabbed his phone, changed into some clothes and nothing but ran to his car. His hands almost automatically started driving towards her place. He made a stop at a flower and sweet shop on the way and got the biggest and most expensive of both they had.
She deserved it. She deserved more.
On the way back to his car, he realized he would do nothing but what he had not done for her in the past. He would spend the rest of his life, or whatever he had left of it, in making Y/n feel that she deserved all the happiness in the world.
He took out his phone to call her. He wanted to tell you that he was coming over, maybe more; so much more.
But then he noticed your voicemail.
“I am not you party favor” Y/n’s voice boomed through his car speakers.
Tears rolling down his cheeks and the city muffling his light sobs, he almost forgot about the flowers and the chocolates, which now lay scattered on the car’s floor.
And also that death never felt so attractive to him ever before.
