#poly ftw

Tally: Sorry I already have a partner

Gregorio: You deserve two

Bonus:

The premise of the 100 AUs is incredibly simple.  I love this gif, and I hate Civil War, so I’m just going to keep rewriting the scene as long as I can.  The goal is 100 but lets see how far I make it.

The most important thing that anyone needed to know was that the three of them had only agreed to do the show for the money.  They’d agreed to do it for the fun.  (For the vine, as the kids might have said if vine were still a thing.)  And it had been hilarious, the whole time they were imagining the drama of the scene:

The three of them: Steve with his classic good looks and his stupid dorito body.  Tony in a three-piece suit and enough intelligence to make God look dumb.  And Bucky looking like a cross between a depressed middle schooler and an exhausted step father.  

They were all level-headed guys.  They were all deeply secure guys.  They were all friends.  All of them settled and ready to move on.  

Back in the living room of their hometown, surrounded by the things they’d collected to make a life, and the bits and bobs of baby raising, they were nothing but laughs.

Whose the father was hilarious when you were in your living room with the two other guys you had decided to raise this child of unknown origin with.  (Well, they knew who the mother was, but the Mother didn’t know who the father was, but it was definitely, probably Steve or Bucky.)  

It’s Steve, they had all more or less decided.  The kid had a big head and an indefatigable spirit.  The kid had to be Steve’s.  (And it was funnier when it was Steve’s baby, because Steve was not the kind of guy to take too many lustful chances.  It was just expected if it were Bucky’s and they were all plans of plot twists.)

It didn’t matter who the father was; they were all fathers.  They shared all the joys and not joys of raising the kid.  They were eleven months into a lifelong commitment with a relationship that was slowly developing into something.  (Who knew what something, but definitely something.)  

They were all set.

It should have been funny.

Maybe it would be funny tomorrow.

But right now, right this second, Steve turned back to look at him with an expression that was half you fucking bitch and half I’m going to make such a scene.  Bucky was rubbing his forehead with his whole hand, slouching into his seat like he had nothing to do with anything.  As if he hadn’t been making a lifestyle out of being Steve’s permanent platonic plus one.  Bucky was going to hide his face and slouch and pretend as if this weren’t his problem.

As if Steve weren’t, by default, always Bucky’s problem.

No, some shithead with a drama talk show ripped open an envelope, had a drumroll and announced that it wasn’t Bucky, it wasn’t Steve, it was Tony that was the father.  

Tony shouldn’t have been the Father because Tony shouldn’t have been an option because Tony had never told his two roommates, co-fathers and potential boyfriends that he’d ever slept with the baby’s mother.  

One time.

Before Steve, but after Bucky.

One time.

It was just supposed to be funny.  And it would be tomorrow.  When they were laughing over that time Steve flipped a table on TV.

From behind hug