♥ C'est Moi. ♥

Maybe we'll take all the mean people and use them to fill up the hole in the ozone. Maybe all the homeless will move onto all the golf courses. Maybe schools are filled with imagination. Maybe we all love everyone.

[beyondthebarrier]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos Additional Tags: Wedding Fluff, brief angst, Blink and you'll miss it, Fix-It Summary:

Steve and Bucky get married over and over and over again.

September 15th, 1944

“The fuck you want, Dugan?” Bucky groaned as the man unceremoniously shoved into his tent.

“Get your dress uniform on, asshole,” Dum Dum responded in kind, shoving the offending item toward him.

“What, the damn President came to see Steve again ? Doesn’t he have an actual job to do?” He grumbled but he stripped down, pulling on the more meticulous uniform without a care in the world of the other man still standing there. There was no privacy in war. And despite his whining, it was clear that, as ‘Captain America’s best friend,’ he was well aware he was the one most likely to accompany the man for his more formal assignments.

“Keeping an eye on the two of you seems to be a full-time job.”

Bucky socked him in the shoulder and Dugan laughed, nudging at his socked feet with his own. “Get your damn shoes on and come on.”

Bucky was still grumbling as he followed his friend out, glancing around their campsite for a sighting of Steve but he must’ve already gotten a ride back to base without him. He made a mental note to give him hell for leaving without so much as a heads-up, even if he knew sometimes these things were sudden. They started walking through the woods but when Dugan didn’t turn to head towards the clearing, he raised an eyebrow.

“FDR hanging around in the middle of the woods?” He asked, getting suspicious now but not on guard. Dugan was a friend - he wouldn’t try anything.

“You’re the one who decided you were important enough to go hang out with the President today. I didn’t confirm it,” Dugan pointed out with a shrug.

“I didn’t… oh fuck off,” he huffed with a laugh. “For your information, I’ve been important enough to hang out with the President twice.”

“You’ve been important enough to be Steve’s plus-one while he hung out with the President twice.”

“Same thing.”

“Is not!”

“How the hell is it not? I didn’t see you hanging around with us.”

“Wouldn’t hurt the two of you to play nice every once in a while,” Jim’s voice came from ahead of them. He became visible through the trees a few moments later and Bucky stopped short.

“Wouldn’t hurt the two of you to explain what the hell is going on,” he said, his voice firm. He’d been dragged out into the middle of the woods in his nice uniform just for one of their teammates to already be way out here?

“Hold your fire, Cowboy. You’ll find out in a couple minutes,” Dugan huffed, hand clapping him on the back.

Bucky only followed because he trusted these men with his life already and he figured he could afford to trust them in their bullshit as well. And if for some wild reason they were luring him out to kill him, well, he trusted Steve to get vengeance.

It was unnecessary, as a few minutes later, they wandered into a different clearing that was much further from their campsite than the first one. But there were people this time - Gabe, Jacques, Montgomery. And Steve, also in his dress uniform, looking just as confused and probably just as frustrated as Bucky did.

“We know you two went out and bought rings in the city a few weeks ago,” Gabe explained. “And probably did something already to exchange them.”

Bucky stared across the way at Steve and wondered if he looked as pale as the blonde did, losing all color at being caught. The guys had known they were together, they’d never seemed to have a problem with it before. They teased them, sure, but it had all been in good fun. Or so they’d thought. But maybe they’d gone too far now, upsetting their beliefs on the sanctity of marriage.

“You should marry me, Buck.”

“Stop fucking with me.”

“I ain’t! I mean it. Marry me.”

“What priest do you think is stupid enough to do something like that?”

“We don’t need a priest. Just me and you, maybe a couple of cheap rings. I don’t want to have any regrets.”

“...ask me properly.”

Steve grinned, easily slipping down to one knee in the middle of their tent.

“You gonna marry me, Buck?”

“Try again.”

“Bucky! Marry me, damn it.”

“Not a question,” Bucky pointed out.

They were both laughing hard at this point, Steve’s forehead pressed to Bucky’s thigh as his body shook with laughter.

“You gonna try that again?” Bucky asked, the first one to catch his breath.

“Oh Buck, I’ll ask over and over and over again.”

Montgomery walked towards him with something behind his back and Bucky took a few steps backwards until he was stopped by Dugan. But it hadn’t been a knife or a weapon of any sort - Montgomery pinned a flower to his chest before turning and walking towards Steve, presumably to do the same.

“But we couldn’t let you guys get married in secret - it’s supposed to be a celebration,” Gabe continued.

“So if you boys don’t mind,” Dugan said from behind him, throwing one arm around Bucky’s shoulders while he pulled out a small Bible. “We went ahead and planned your wedding for you.”

Montgomery produced a few more wildflowers and pretty weeds, spacing them out carefully to resemble two parallel lines for an aisle. Someone had carried a record player all the way out here and Jacques was holding the camera their photographer used to shoot their commercials and advertisements. Bucky raised an eyebrow at it and he shrugged with a smile.

“He ‘forgot’ it and will be back to get it first thing in the morning,” he explained. Bucky laughed quietly, at the camera, at the record player, at all the nonsense around them.

Steve was only looking at him though, as if trying to figure out how he was feeling about all this. He approached Bucky, keeping about a foot of space between them.

“We don’t have to do this, Buck,” he said quietly to him. It was clear Steve hadn’t been in on this. “It won’t change anything, we can just keep it between us.”

Bucky glanced around before shaking his head.

“Why not? They went through all this trouble already,” he pointed out.

“And the trouble of getting both of you a day of leave without you finding out about it,” Jim added, nobody even pretending to give the two of them a semblance of privacy. The couple both laughed even if it was the kindest thing they could’ve imagined their teammates doing for them.

“Well we can’t take a honeymoon without a wedding,” Steve pointed out with a smirk, slipping his dog tags off of his neck. He undid the clasp and pulled the ring off of it and Bucky quickly followed his lead, both of them swapping the rings back to their purchaser.

“You gonna marry me, Buck?”

“I’ll happily marry you over and over and over again.”

The ceremony was short and sweet, bypassing a lot of the fanfare. It wasn’t a traditional wedding, after all, and Dugan certainly wasn’t ordained. But they both said ‘I do’ and then explained that they’d already exchanged private vows so their vows to each other this time were quite short.

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, Buck,” Steve said quietly as he took Bucky’s left hand and slid his ring on.

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, Doll,” Bucky repeated, copying his motions of sliding Steve’s ring on.

The boys groaned at the common phrase between the two, having heard their phrase for ‘I love you’ way too often.

“Well what are you waiting for? Kiss your groom, dammit,” Dugan encouraged, stepping out of the way to join the boys. They’d never properly kissed in front of the team - maybe something quick and chaste when reunited after a particularly hard fight - but now, Bucky cupped Steve’s cheeks in his hands and eagerly kissed him. Steve’s hands wrapped around his waist, one quickly shifting up to the top of his back, and he dipped Bucky.

Steve publicly danced for the first time while Montgomery cranked the record player and Bucky had to snicker the fourth time his foot was stepped on. Steve was a bit pink as he apologized and Bucky shook his head, leaning in to kiss him once more.

“It’s worth it,” he whispered.

Later that evening, they were all settled around the fire. Steve sat on the ground with his legs spread, Bucky tucked against him with his back to Steve’s chest.

“Guys, I just, I wanted to thank you..” Bucky started, grabbing everyone’s attention. “For this, for everything, but especially for not letting Steve get married in that damn Captain America uniform.”

They all laughed and even Steve was a good sport about it. 

Four photos were taken that day - one of the kiss, one of them dancing, one at the campfire laughing, and one of the two sitting side by side away from the group, Bucky’s head on Steve’s shoulder. They had carefully tucked them away with Steve’s stuff before they left for their thirty-six hour honeymoon and the rings were placed back onto dog tags and slipped under shirts.

Exactly four months later, to the day, Bucky ziplined onto a train and never made his way back to camp that night.

Exactly five months later, to the day, Steve’s plane filled with icy water with him still inside.

September 15, 2024

Exactly nine-hundred sixty months later, to the day…

A metal hand held the edge of a framed photo of them kissing. The photo was worn, torn at the edges and scarred with time. He must’ve been sitting there for a while because at some point, the bed dipped beside him with Steve’s weight and the man gently pried the frame from his fingers to knock him out of his daze.

“You good?” Steve asked quietly. Bucky nodded, leaning into Steve’s side carefully. They were both dressed to the nines in perfectly tailored three-piece suits and he didn’t want to hear it if they messed anything up. Bucky was also in a new multi- billion dollar arm, this one equipped with a tiny metal buffer on the left ring finger that could go up and down. If it was up, it’d be barely visible, but it would allow a ring to stay on with no concerns about it sliding off. It was a new feature to his arm, one last barrier to today being conquered.

There had been a million things in the way of the two of them and a proper, legal wedding. The law, first off. And then death. Steve’s loneliness, Buck’s brainwashing. Years in Wakanda, fighting Thanos, Buck disappearing for five years, fighting Thanos again. Steve had suffered being apart much more than Bucky had; first when he had fallen to his death only inches away from his hand then knowing he was alive but not being able to help him. Steve had been the one to suffer from Bucky vanishing, five long years without him. And Steve had again felt the loss when he spent so long trying to get the stones back where they belonged while Bucky waited five seconds. Five precious, short seconds until his lover reappeared on the same platform, a bit wobbly as he stumbled over to Bucky and held him for all he was worth. And then he kissed him breathless in front of Sam and Bruce both.

And in Steve’s opinion, Bucky had served his time and done his own suffering. He was a little fragile these days and eagerly accepted every ounce of attention Steve gave him. So Steve was grateful that if one of them had to feel the misery of being apart, it had been him and not Bucky.

And today was the last step. Today they got married in front of all of their friends for the second time. It was extravagant, Tony had made sure of that, but it was still private - there were no cameras other than the singular photographer they’d hired to document the day. After all, they were retiring and they needed some photos to decorate the walls of their new quiet home. But before they could do that, somebody had to walk down that aisle.

“Happy 80th Anniversary, Buck,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. “You really gonna marry me?”

“Over and over and over again,” Bucky promised.

[kurozawa46]

Lazy morning cuddles, Stucky

[theginkosakata]

[juniorscorner]

[beardoesdoodles]

Dancing through the years. A collab with the amazing @moonykat​ @mkat-art​

Check part 2 here

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Bucky: Bro-

Steve: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Steve: My dick was in your ass just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

[spideyslag]

FUCKING CRYING

[beyondthebarrier]

When you do a stucky roleplay on Omegle for HOURS and realize it's 5:45am and they don't do email :(

[mayormaynotbegone]

Lovebirds ♥

[cyberdelph]

by 一笼

[beyondthebarrier]

The biggest difference between the Bucky of the 30s and 40s and the Bucky of today wasn’t the metal arm or the plethora of scarring littering his body. Not the long hair or extra bulk of forced muscle either. And while his demeanor had certainly changed due to trauma, the real Bucky was still there, and much more present in a goofy smile on his good days. No, it wasn’t any of that.

It was his hygiene.

Bucky had showered before, of course. He hadn’t been filthy. But he had worked multiple physical laboring jobs, including one down at the docks, and Steve would never forget his fella coming home absolutely reeking of dead fish and sweat. Despite hardly ever having the luxury of hot water, Buck had always washed, scrubbing himself down with whatever bar of soap was in the shower, and putting on clean but worn-out clothing before joining Steve. And before a night out on the town? Steve would watch him meticulously slick back his hair and even dab a bit of perfume on himself. It was a gift from Steve and definitely the cheap stuff, but Bucky acted like he was king of the world whenever he wore it.

So yeah, he’d been clean. But now?

Hygiene products were definitely Bucky’s number one expense. They weren’t hurting for money so Steve never dared to comment on the price of the items, but he’d definitely complained about the sheer amount of items. They spread from the bath to the sink to the storage space beneath the sink and into the linen closet.

Bottles and bottles of fancy shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, and hair oils lined the tub, varying in color and scent and promises of volume or hydration. There were exfoliants and body washes with a scent for every mood and bath bombs and oils. Their bathroom counter was full with mousses and styling gels and leave-ins. Face wash, masks, serums, moisturizers, sunscreens, and night creams littered the area despite the man already looking seven decades younger than he actually was. Not to mention the lotions and hand cream and nail oil. He also had a straight razor and beard oils and kept his body hair just as neatly groomed as the hair on his head.

It wasn’t just the products either. His clothes, while never expensive, were well taken care of. If there was a stain that he couldn’t get out or a hole that couldn’t be easily mended, the item got cut up to be used as rags and replaced. When his socks still looked dirty even fresh out the wash or his underwear looked frayed, he actually tossed them. All of these were actions that were relatively normal; however, being children of the Depression, they’d never had such luxuries before. Stains or holes just showed character and, while Steve wore nicer clothing out in public, his lounging clothes were definitely worse for the wear.

Bucky’s routine took him forever while Steve preferred his large pump bottle of 3-in-1. It was quicker and more efficient, he’d always said. Of course, when they showered or bathed together, Bucky always took advantage of the moment to use ‘proper’ products in Steve’s hair. He ranted plenty about Steve’s shampoo that could also double as an undercarriage wash but he never seemed to mind the rough feeling of Steve’s hands or his comfy clothes or even his slightly unruly blond pubes that he only bothered to take care of on special occasions. He didn’t try to force Steve into his never-ending routine. And at the end of the day, Steve really only fussed about how much space all the items took up. Bucky’s long hair was always shiny and well taken care of, the man always smelled delicious, and his skin was radiant - Steve really couldn’t complain very much.

The only time Steve ever actually asked about it was a few years into living together again. He wasn’t even sure what had compelled him to ask this time, as he’d always just accepted it as something Bucky did now. But they were packing up to head upstate to a cabin for Steve’s birthday - his birthday was always the excuse for leaving town but they both knew they wanted to avoid the city’s fourth of July firework celebration - and Steve finished far before Bucky had. He’d watched from the bed as Bucky packed a second bag full of the hygiene products he’d need for the week and it had kinda just slipped out.

“Why do you need all those things anyways, Buck?”

Bucky had tilted his head in Steve’s direction, acknowledging that he had heard his partner, but not speaking immediately. It had taken a moment and a few more bottles stored away before Bucky looked up at him, a sad smile on his face.

“I didn’t get to use soap for seventy years,” Bucky replied before going back to his packing. As Steve’s chest constricted, his stomach forcing its way up his throat, his blood turning to ice in his veins, Bucky just continued to pack as if Steve wasn’t dying only ten feet away from him. “I only got hosed down,” Bucky finally added, still looking down at his bag.

Steve didn’t offer pity or the immediate comfort of his embrace, no matter how badly he wanted to at that moment. He knew better. What he did do, as a way of not only offering his apology for asking but to acknowledge the enormity of Bucky’s confession and thank him for trusting him with the information, was finally throw out his own 3-in-1 wash to replace it with three entirely separate products. If Bucky could learn to treat his body with such kindness after all he’d been put through, maybe Steve could too.

[kiu-k]

“Mission Report: My mission tried to grab my ass.”

“Mission Report: My mission took me back to his apartment.”

“Mission Report: My mission hugged me then started crying.”

“Mission Report: I got dicked down by my mission.”

...

...

“ Mission Report Dear diary, my mission Steve just proposed to me.”

[maxkennedy24]

[awesomestarker]

Tony releasing a dildo that’s supposedly modeled after his own dick and whenever he’s asked if he’s really that big he just gives a cheeky answer without ever actually answering the question.

Peter gets asked this question exactly once (nobody ever thought he would answer so they don’t ask) and he immediately answers that Tony’s even bigger, leaving everyone stunned. Like he doesn't just give a simple answer, he straight up starts gushing about how amazing that particular part of Tony's anatomy is

[this-is-a-job-for-vesemir]

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Tony, completely drunk off his ass: whoa, who’s that pretty boy over there in the corner?

Rhodey: uh, are you talking about Peter?

Tony, straightening his tie: yeah, I think I’m gonna go talk to him. How should I start the conversation?

Rhodey: you do realise you guys are married to each other, right?

Tony: excellent! So I’ve got a fair chance then.

[beyondthebarrier]

Peter Parker Discovers TikTok

This includes the first four drabbles that I've posted here (edited though to fit my fanfic writing style versus a drabble style) plus two new extras to be a 5+1.

Read on AO3 if you'd prefer!

Words: 3544

Peter tries his best to survive the stressful world of wedding planning, to the annoyance of his fiance.

OR Five times Peter makes TikTok videos and one time Tony Stark does.

One

Peter and TikTok had a love affair for the ages. He had very occasionally posted, following the trends, but mostly, he just scrolled. It didn’t stop him from gaining a mass amount of followers, but he attributed that to his new fiance.

Fiance.

The engagement went public that morning and Peter’s been scrolling on his phone ever since, watching the reactions. As expected, some were good, some were bad, but he refused to let himself stress over it all day. Eventually he just switched over to TikTok for a more mindless scrolling experience. He was immediately trapped - his algorithm only took ten minutes to find out that he was engaged and refused to show him anything other than engagement and wedding content. Peter wasn’t too upset about it though. If anything, he used it as an excuse to find any kind of trend he could do with Tony. It had to be something that required very little effort on Tony’s part, considering he thought TikTok (and Peter’s addiction to it) was ridiculous.

He knew immediately after finding the “Make His Pockets Hurt” trend that it was the one. He didn’t even hesitate to plan and was filming within fifteen minutes. He didn’t expose his plan to Tony, both of them just sitting on the sofa on their own phones. Peter’s feet were in Tony’s lap and they had both been quiet for the last few minutes. That was until the sound bites of Peter’s TikTok filled the room.

The clip started with the palm of Peter’s left hand, only the back of the silver band on his wedding finger visible. There was a voiceover going, “He could’ve proposed with a ring pop but my heart went-” The voiceover changed and Peter flipped his hand over as the line, “make his pockets hurt” played from some song. Tony had indeed gone overboard with the ring. The ring and settings themselves were made with the metal from the original arc reactor. The diamond was the Oppenheimer blue. Over $50 million and Tony went and practically destroyed the thing because he knew that Peter didn’t like square diamonds.

Peter wasn’t exactly sure how he was ever supposed to leave the tower again with something that expensive on his hand but he definitely wasn’t ready to approach the topic of getting something cheaper.

The TikTok video didn’t end with Peter’s ring though. Peter moved the camera from his hand, up towards Tony to get his reaction. The older man just gave him an unamused look before raising an eyebrow.

“It’ll take a lot more than that to make mine hurt, baby boy.”

He captioned it, “Tell me that you just got engaged to a billionaire without telling me you just got engaged to a billionaire.”

Two

Peter’s first TikTok went viral within an hour. It hadn’t been the first ring reveal - that had been done during their Instagram announcement the morning they announced their engagement. There had been plenty of photos from the event the night before and Peter hadn’t hesitated to do a cheesy ring shot.

The popularity came from the novelty of it all - a celebrity as big as Tony Stark getting broadcasted in silly TikTok videos by their fiance was unheard of. Peter Parker had already won over the public’s hearts by posting photos of Tony asleep and drooling on his pillow so this was just the icing on the cake. Peter was certainly ready to try again. He just didn’t know what to do so he went back to scrolling and trusted the algorithm to give him something good.

He landed on the “Bills, Bills, Bills’ trend.

Peter set up the camera in the lab after they had both been working down there for a couple hours. They’d been working on separate things, both in their own little worlds while enjoying each other’s company, so Tony hadn’t even noticed when Peter had set up his phone to film behind him.

In the video, Tony was sitting at the workbench in a tank top, sweating lightly as he worked on an Iron Man suit. He wasn’t paying any attention, clearly involved in his work, until music started playing - loud music that definitely was NOT his playlist. Peter dashed forward into frame, stepping onto the bench and tripping in the process. But he was clearly determined and didn’t let it ruin the video as he turned his back to Tony. Peter stuck his butt out as he attempted to do the dance, his hips swaying to the song as he acted like he was spanking the air with one hand. The music played in the background.

Can you pay my bills?

Can you pay my telephone bills?

Do you pay my automo’ bills?

If you did then maybe we could chill.

Tony was, of course, watching him at this point, and wore an amused look on his face as he was eye-to-eye with his fiance’s bubble butt. He let it go on for a moment, catching on to the lyrics of the song and rolling his eyes. Tony reached out, grabbing Peter around the waist suddenly and carrying him out of the frame. The younger man scrambled to grab onto Tony, a squeal heard over the music as the clip ended.

There was a text overlay on the video that read, “When You Get Engaged to Iron Man.” It hadn’t taken him long to figure out a caption either: “Yeah, I know I tripped getting up there but we were a little too busy for a second take. "

Three

Peter’s next video inspiration was actually a complete accident. Out of the two of them, Tony was definitely most likely to forget about something on his schedule. Especially fancy events and galas since he didn’t really care about them. But they weren’t exactly Peter’s favorite thing either, so just because he was usually more responsible didn’t mean he was always more responsible.

After all had been said and done, Peter had gotten the video footage from FRIDAY. A re-creation of the video was out of the picture because it would require Tony actually willingly participating in a TikTok, plus, what was the point of having his home under constant surveillance if he couldn’t take advantage of it every now and then?

The video started with Peter lounging on the sofa wearing Tony’s MIT hoodie. It’s clear he was not wearing pants but the hoodie and a bowl of popcorn hid him well enough, only revealing pale legs draped across the cushions. Tony walked in a second later, fully dressed in a tuxedo, and working on his cufflinks. Peter’s eyes were huge as he looked up at him, his cheeks ballooned out like a chipmunk considering he’d just stuffed his mouth with way too much popcorn. Tony's face was clearly not amused and despite there being music instead of audio, it was easy to tell that Tony was telling Peter that they were already running late. Peter scrambled to his feet, spilling popcorn everywhere in a rush to get ready.

Instead of the audio file that came with the security footage, Peter had overlaid the song, “The Assignment.” It’d been playing during the exchange but right before the phrase, “I understood the assignment,” the music stopped and there was a jump cut. Peter and Tony were in the kitchen, both still in tuxedos but their bowties undone, the night clearly over. Tony was in the background, stuffing his own face this time, as Peter lip-synced to Elle Woods with a nervous expression on his face.

“Actually, um, I wasn’t aware that we had an assignment.”

The caption read, “If you’d rather go to a Stark Industries gala instead of watching a movie pantsless, you’re lying to yourself. EDIT: to everyone asking in the comments, I don’t know what he was eating. We were trying to find snacks while we waited for the pizza to arrive. Nobody actually eats at events like these???”

Four

Planning a wedding under good circumstances was plain stressful. Planning a Stark wedding? Downright frustrating. Despite their team of three wedding planners, Peter and Tony still had a lot to do. And, while Peter happily worked at Stark Industries as well, he was the first to admit that Tony’s job was more important - meaning he got stuck with a lot of the wedding planning.

For the last week and a half, the biggest problem had actually been dealing with Happy. They’d approached him, explaining that they would like for him to vet and hire a security team for the wedding. Happy had promptly gotten offended by the idea that anyone else would be responsible for Stark security and, while they’d tried to explain that they wanted Happy to be able to relax while the new, temporary security team handled their safety, he was still upset with them both. But the couple were standing their ground - Happy was to be a guest and the wedding still needed an ample amount of security. Every Avenger, as well as political and business leaders would be there. It was a terrorist’s dream.

Needless to say, Peter was way past due for a little self-care. Taylor Swift had dropped her album a few days before and he’d yet to have a chance to sit and listen, so that was his plan for the night. He knew that Tony had an evening meeting and then planned on staying in the lab for a few hours, so Peter had plenty of time to himself.

~~

The video started with Peter sitting in the shower, fully dressed in his pajamas, with hot water pouring down on him. He was dripping wet and “All Too Well” was blasting through the bathroom. His head was in his hands, looking like he was sobbing, but you couldn’t see his face.

And you called me up again just to break me like a promise,

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I’m a crumpled up piece of paper-

“Peter?! Peter, what’s wrong? FRIDAY told me you were in distress and you weren’t answering your phone!” Tony’s voice was loud, the crash of the bathroom door slamming against the wall as the man rushed in. FRIDAY stopped the music as Tony ran towards Peter, quickly kneeling down in front of him under the water and grabbing hold of his shoulders.

“I-I-I’m crying ‘cause we broke up!” Peter exclaimed, lifting his head as Tony pulled him into his chest. Tony tilted his head, pausing for a second before pushing dripping wet curls off of Peter’s forehead.

“Baby, we didn’t… we didn’t break up.” Tony was confused, staring down at the boy in his arms. Tony reached one hand back, turning the water off so the stream stopped pouring down on them.

“If Taylor sings about a break up, I’m going through a break up,” Peter explained, slightly exasperated as he gestured towards his phone that was set up on the sinks, pointing towards them. Tony looked up, making eye contact with the camera, his confused expression turning into a glare.

“You… this is just... I’ll have you know this is Tom Ford,” Tony huffed, gesturing to his suit as he got out of the shower. His suit was soaking wet, clinging tightly to his skin as he stomped off. The clip ended with FRIDAY starting the song back up and Peter reaching to turn the water back on.

Peter uploaded it with the caption, “ How am I supposed to care about Tom Ford when my heart is SHATTERED?”

~~

Peter didn’t upload very often, so after their viral TikTok to Taylor Swift, nobody expected him to post again the very next day.

It started the exact same way as the video before - to the point where one would have mistaken it for just a second take had Peter not been wearing a different outfit as he cried under the shower stream with the same song playing.

You said that if we had been closer in age, m aybe it would’ve been fine,

And that made me want to die

Tony interrupted again this time, stepping into the frame but no longer frantic like the day before. He was shirtless, his back to the camera, and wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants.

“Pete… are you pretending we broke up again?” Tony asked carefully, staring at the boy. “Yeah,” Peter mumbled into his hands, nodding a bit.

“This is the third time today, ” Tony pointed out, sighing as he walked away.

It was sweetly captioned, “ And he checked in all three times, just to make sure. <3 ”

~~

On day three, millions around the world got a notification that Peter Parker had posted a new TikTok.

Today, Peter was sitting on the floor of the shower in a once-fluffy robe, water pouring down. The difference was that this time, Tony Stark himself was sitting beside him in a matching robe, staring blankly at the wall in front of them.

And I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes,

“I’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age.”

The final caption read: “He wanted to know if I would stop crying in the shower if he gave in and listened to the song. I told him only if he joined me.”

~~

Five

Because Peter didn’t go out of his way to plan ideas for his TikTok, it was a few weeks before he posted again. He’d been scrolling through a #TonyStark tag online but he wasn’t sure exactly why. He’d seen it on his feed and gotten curious at what could be on it these days - he hadn’t cyberstalked his man since the early days of their relationship. So he found himself scrolling, pausing when he saw an array of magazine covers starring Tony. He smiled softly as he looked at the difference in older covers versus newer ones, an idea forming in his head.

The video started by showing a few different magazine covers, one at a time. All of them featured Tony looking gorgeous, but harsh, in expensive suits, sunglasses, and his hair slicked back. The headlines had similar tones to them:

New York’s Most Eligible Bachelor: Tony Stark

The Uncommitted: Tony Stark

The Tell-All With Tony Stark About His Latest Conquests

Can Anybody Get Tony Stark to Settle Down?

After the last one, the magazine covers were replaced by Peter, lip-syncing along with the voiceover of Katniss Everdeen from Hunger Games, “I volunteer! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” He was waving his hand in the air, looking desperate with wide eyes. Then Peter disappeared again, magazine covers replacing him. They were different this time though.

The first was a photo of Tony and Peter sitting on a blanket in Central Park. They’re both in jeans and t-shirts, so it’s clear that Tony wasn’t focused on any kind of camera. There’s a big basket on the blanket and Peter’s sitting criss-cross in-between Tony’s wide spread legs. Tony’s hand-feeding a piece of cheese to Peter, looking softer than anybody had seen him in decades.

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The next featured Tony and Peter on a white sandy beach. Peter’s wearing a pair of swim shorts that barely reach his mid-thigh, pale legs wrapped around Tony’s waist and slender arms draped around his neck. Tony’s holding him, one hand cupping his butt and the other on his lower back. Tony’s clearly shirtless but Peter’s body is covering the arc reactor and surrounding scars, shielding it from the paparazzi’s cameras. Both of them are laughing, grinning ear-to-ear.

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The next was a professional photoshoot instead of a candid sneaky shot by nosy paparazzi. Tony’s sitting on the couch in the penthouse, wearing a suit with the jacket spread open and tie loose. Peter’s laying down, his head in Tony’s lap, wearing dress pants and a nice sweater. They’d had hundreds of photos taken that day but the one chosen for the cover was the one where Peter was pulling on Tony’s tie, getting the man to look down at him.

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The last cover was from another photoshoot done from the comfort of the penthouse - they both preferred the realness that came from being in their own home. This time, they’d moved from the living room to the bedroom. Tony’s sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a large robe. Peter’s directly behind him in a matching robe, his chest pressed against Tony’s back as he looks over the man’s shoulder. His right arm sneaks down by Tony’s shoulder, hand placed right over where the arc reactor is hiding underneath the robe. His left hand is held out to the camera, the 14.6 carat diamond being shown off.

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The video ends there, topped off with the caption, “ As they say: I understood the assignment (this time, at least).”

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Tony overheard Peter planning his next TikTok video. His young fiance was on a rampage at this point and Tony would accuse him of being attention seeking if Peter was anybody else in the world. But Peter was just purely having fun with the surprise attacks (and Tony had made it clear both on social media and during an interview that none of the videos were staged - Tony never had a clue what was going on until it happened). Tony was happy to indulge him, doing his best to look annoyed but frankly, Peter was adorable.

But he did manage to get a hint for Peter’s next video. Peter was on the phone with MJ, talking about some towel-throwing trend that had become popular and the two of them were conspiring on when was the best time to do it. Tony had carefully taken a few steps backwards, heading back to the lab without interrupting the man before promptly asking FRIDAY to show him what the hell Peter was talking about.

Meaning, Tony finally gave in and watched TikTok videos, courtesy of FRIDAY. Granted, he didn’t get stuck in a mindless scroll but only because he was a man on a mission. And soon, he found what Peter had to have been talking about and it seemed pretty simple. The videos usually featured a woman, off-camera, only wrapped in a towel. She throws the towel at her distracted boyfriend and gets his reaction on-film to her naked.

Tony decided that two could play this game.

After dinner, Tony presented Peter with a new Lego set - the Avengers helicarrier. Peter had a Lego room by this point with all his creations on shelves around the room while Tony had a separate closet full of unopened Lego sets. Tony had arranged to have all new sets mailed to him before each new release even got announced. He loved being the one to hand them to Peter, to see the wholesome grin when the young man realized he had a new way to spend his evening. At this point, there was quite the backlog, as building those things takes time and between Spidermanning, his full time job at Stark Industries, and wedding planning, Peter didn’t have nearly as much time as he did when he was a teenager.

But Peter did have some downtime that evening and he planned on taking full advantage of the new gift. Tony hung out with him for the first half-hour, clearly disinterested but always wanting to spend time with a happy Peter, before dismissing himself for a shower. Peter barely noticed him leaving, tilting his head absentmindedly for a kiss to the cheek before Tony disappeared. Tony was gone maybe thirty minutes, taking the chance to actually shower and spruce himself up a bit before returning to the room he knew Peter was still in. He was engrossed in the set, turned just enough so maybe he could see Tony in his peripheral, but he didn’t look up. He didn’t notice the phone in Tony’s hand, filming him.

Despite this, Peter’s right hand shot up as if by instinct when Tony threw the towel at him, catching it long before it could fall to the ground. He’s relaxed around Tony but that doesn't mean his senses shut down entirely. And even though Peter caught it as easily as if he’d been expecting it, his eyes were wide as he turned to face Tony. He was clearly surprised, wanting to know why his fiance was throwing things at him.

The camera caught it as Peter went from innocent, surprised confusion to full-blown lust, pupils dilating, eyelids hooded, lips separated. A little pink tongue darts out, briefly licking his lower lip as it became very clear that Peter was not making eye contact with Tony.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, very clearly still staring at the man’s crotch. Tony flat out dropped the phone and the very last shot of the short clip is the phone hitting the ground.

Nothing else comes after it but when Tony Stark uploads it to his brand new TikTok account, the millions of people who watch it know good and well that the ending was edited out.

The caption was simply: “I win.”

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Imagine the stress of planning a Stark wedding. Despite their team of three wedding planners, Peter and Tony still have a lot to do. Peter, admittedly, gets stuck with most of the work, but Tony chips in enough to make it theirs. But needless to say, Peter is way past due for a little self-care. After all, Taylor Swift dropped her album a few days before and he’d yet to have a chance to sit and listen, so that is his plan for the night. Tony is away at an evening meeting before going to spend a few hours tinkering in the lab, so Peter has his Friday evening to himself.

Imagine Peter gets inspired by the music (and maybe a few TikTok videos he’d seen) and finds himself wandering to the bathroom to film a TikTok.

The video starts with Peter sitting in the shower, fully dressed in his pajamas, with hot water pouring down on him. His head is in his hands, looking like he’s sobbing, but you can’t see his face. He’s dripping wet and “All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version)” is blasting through the bathroom.

And you called me up again just to break me like a promise,

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I’m a crumpled up piece of paper-

FRIDAY alerts Tony that Peter is in severe emotional distress while Tony is in his meeting. The man leaves without an explanation, practically running to an elevator as he jabs at his phone.

Imagine Peter’s TikTok of him crying on the shower floor gets interrupted by his fiance.

“Peter?! Peter, what’s going on? FRIDAY told me you were in distress and you weren’t answering your phone!” Tony’s voice is loud, the crash of the bathroom door slamming against the wall as the man rushes in. FRIDAY stops the music as Tony runs towards Peter, quickly kneeling down in front of him under the water and grabbing hold of him.

“I-I-I’m crying ‘cause we broke up!” Peter exclaims, lifting his head as Tony pulls him into his chest. Tony tilts his head, pausing for a second before pushing dripping wet curls off of Peter’s forehead.

“Baby, we didn’t… we didn’t break up.” Tony is clearly confused, staring down at the boy in his arms. Tony reaches one hand back, turning the water off so the stream stops pouring down on them.

“If Taylor sings about a break up, I’m going through a break up,” Peter explains, slightly exasperated as he gestures towards his phone set up on the sinks, pointing towards them. Tony looks up, making eye contact with the camera, his confused expression turning into a glare.

“You… this is just... I’ll have you know this is Tom Ford,” Tony huffs, gesturing to his suit as he gets out of the shower. His suit is soaking wet, clinging tightly to his skin as he stomps off.

Peter uploads it with the caption, “How am I supposed to care about Tom Ford when my heart is SHATTERED?”

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Peter doesn’t upload very often, so after the Swiftie-themed TikTok goes viral, nobody expects him to post again the very next day.

It starts the exact same way as the video before and one could have mistaken it for just a second take if Peter wasn’t wearing a different outfit as he cries under the shower stream with the same song playing.

You said that if we had been closer in age, maybe it would’ve been fine,

And that made me want to die

Tony interrupts again this time, stepping into the frame. His back is to the camera, shirtless and wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants.

“Pete… are you pretending we broke up again?” Tony asks carefully, staring at the boy.

“Yeah,” Peter mumbles into his hands, nodding a bit.

“This is the third time today,” Tony points out, sighing as he walks away.

It was sweetly captioned, “And he checked in all three times, just to make sure. <3”

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Imagine that on day three, millions around the world get a notification that Peter Parker just posted a new TikTok.

Today, Peter is sitting on the floor of the shower in a once-fluffy robe, water pouring down. The difference is that today, Tony Stark himself is sitting beside him in a matching robe, staring blankly at the wall in front of them.

And I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes,

“I’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age.”

“Finally got him to listen. He wants it known that (1) he resents the age gap jabs, (2) ten minutes is far too long for a breakup song, and (3) no, I haven’t been allowed to make this our wedding song.”