OH MY GOD YES! Though I don’t know entirely what to write so... let’s just do this...  canonverse 

They’d been lounging on the couch in silence for awhile now. Steve watching the corn sway out in the yard, eyes heavy with sleep. His feet were pressed again Clark and he listened to the pages rustle with each turned page. Clark was reading some murder mystery or something. He was a sucker for classic mysteries. 

“I could,” Steve said, drawling out the syllables, “give you a massage? With oils and candles, we could make it fun?”

“That’d be nice.” Clark looked out the windows framing the giant stone fireplace. “Or I could give you one.” 

“You sure?” 

“I don’t mind.” 

Steve quirked a brow. He watched the shadows play along Clark’s angular face. His fingers itched to pick up a pencil and start drawing that nose and those sharp eyes. “Sometimes I worry we take advantage of you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because, ya know, you just--I dunno. Fuck, Clark. I don’t know. I just feel it.” 

“I learned the word, or at least I think I did. Online.”

“Huh?”

“Asexual. I think that’s me. So you’re not taking advantage of me. You’re just letting me be me. It’s actually the complete opposite.” 

Steve frowned, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I’ll ever really understand. But I’ll try. As long as I’m not pushing you.” 

Clark smiled. “You’re doing fine. You always have. I think that’s what I love so much about you and Bucky. You’re so conscious of me, both of you. I worried--well--there was a time when I didn’t think this would all work out. That you two would push me away.”

Steve leaned forward, cupping Clark’s hand. “Never.” 

Clark flicked up his brows. “I wasn’t sure. And I didn’t know if me being me would make it harder. You’re both so--so intense.” 

“Horndogs? Sexual deviants? Cocksluts?”

“Voracious.” Clark scooted closer to Steve, resting their foreheads together. “I was scared.” 

“But you’re not anymore?”

“Nah.” Clark’s lips trailed over Steve’s, a ghost hinting at a promise. 

“I wanna give you a nice massage.” Steve kissed Clark, his lips too close and too warm to deny. They lingered there, locked in a sweet kiss, eyes closed, bodies relaxed. “But I wanna do it the way you want.”

“Well I like oils and candles. I’m not dead, Steve, just ace.” 

Steve laughed, leaning back. “Okay, yeah, okay. No happy endings, just a good massage.” 

Clark bumped their noses together, nipping at Steve’s cheek. “It’s got a happy ending. It’s the happiest ending I want for it.”

“Am I being insensitive?” 

“What? No!” Clark grabbed Steve’s hands, lacing their fingers together. Steve stopped breathing, watching the way the light caught in Clark’s ice blue eyes. It was true when Steve said Clark’s beauty was out of this world. He really was in the most literal sense, out of this world. “You’re fine. You’re just looking at the world from where you’re standing. I’m looking at it from where I am. It’s natural that we don’t see it the same. That doesn’t make you insensitive. Everything’s fine.” 

“No it’s not.” 

Clark frowned.

“You’re not on your belly with your shirt off yet.”

Clark snorted. “Go get your oils you little shit.” 

Steve stole another kiss, brief and playful. “You love me.” He jumped over the couch and headed toward the stairs.

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Oh man, there’s a lot of variations out there on WSC. Let’s see if I can help out. We have:

aboverse

double daddy verse (unfortunately there is both tiny steve and big steve in here and sometimes it’s specified, sometimes it’s not, so i guess that’s always up to you to decide what it is)

daddy clark and his babies

canonverse 

skinnysteveverse (some of these will also be double tagged for other verses too)

anyverse (aka the verse where you decide which verse it is hahaha)

Domsubverse (again this get double tagged)

sugar daddy verse

Okay so maybe that should help you? Also, no I did not just spend an entire hour going through this tag and trying to organize it at least into the verses. What are you talking about? 

aweee <3 HERE YOU GO! Just general canon-ish verse big Steve wintersupercap

They were already sitting on the couch. Clark at one end, reading with glasses on. He doesn’t even need them. He likes them. Steve thinks it’s cute, honestly. And then Bucky, at the other end looking up Krav Maga youtube videos. They’re not even touching. 

Steve is not having that. He walks in front of the lit fireplace, feeling the warmth heat him up from behind. It sends a little shiver of comfort down his spine. It’s like a hug that never lets go. Both Bucky and Clark look up. Good. Steve smirks, at least they’re aware of their surroundings. 

“You’re boring me.”

Bucky cocks a brow.

Clark closes his book. 

Steve climbs onto the sofa, his legs over clark and his arms wrapping around Bucky. He pushes his face into Bucky’s ribs and whines. “Let’s do something!”

Clark laughs. He runs his fingers up and down Steve’s calf. Bucky runs his metal fingers over the sensitive skin behind Steve’s ear. 

“What do you wanna do?” Bucky asks, voice hoarse from disuse. 

“Push the couch cushions together,” Steve mumbles, “like when we were kids.”

Bucky laughs. He flicks Steve lightly and then he’s wiggling out from under Steve. “Okay, Clark up.”

Clark follows obediently, watching Bucky work. Bucky pulls the cushions off the couch, dropping them closer to the fire. He brings out all the blankets and plops them on the floor next to Steve. Steve watches excitedly, he’s dancing a little, his spine moving from side to side. 

“Should we listen to some old radio or is that too hipster of us?” Bucky asks as he hovers near the record player and the tv– Steve looks to the ps4. 

“We’re in our 90′s. We’re not dead. Boot up Netflix.” 

Steve crawls onto the cushions, tugging on Clark’s hand. Clark collapses down with him, kissing Steve’s temple. 

“What is this?” Clark asks. He brushes his knuckles over Steve’s cheek, pressing their faces together. 

“You love me, right?”

Clark nods.

“And you love Bucky?”

Clark nods again.

Steve laces their fingers together, kissing Clark’s nose. “I want you to share memories that me ‘n Buck have. So we all know.” 

Bucky crawls over, dropping his head into Clark’s lap. Clark reaches out and starts playing with Bucky’s soft hair. 

“So we all know what?” Clark asks. 

“Everything.” Steve shrugs. “I had a whole life with Bucky. And I want you to know it–be part of it. We used to move the couch cushions together when we were kids. Now we’re doing it as adults–with you.” 

Clark’s eyes mist up. He’s such an easy crier. Steve would feel guilty, except Clark’s the cutest thing when his cheeks get a little splotchy and he licks his lips till they’re shining and red. 

“I love you,” Clark whispers, kissing Steve as the movie starts to play. Steve didn’t even ask what Bucky put on. It didn’t matter. No one’s paying attention. They’re enjoying each other. Just feeling, kissing, holding. 

Then Clark takes him to Israel and Bucky learns Krav Maga and now he can do both emotional conveyance with a beautiful yet brutal form of martial arts, which is in fact an art :D

Ohhh <3

(love them)

I think he’d go all out. He’s the Supreme Cheese™. He’d start by breakfast in bed, making like, the supersoldier size of eggs, bacon, sausage, cup of fruit, oatmeal, orange juice and coffee. He’d pick off his lovers’ plates as they all ate and Bucky would totally slap his fingers and pretend to be miffed he was eating off the plate (Bucky really loves it though). 

Then, he’d guide them down the stairs (donned with rose petals of course) to the kitchen which is full of lit candles and presents on the table. A teddy  bear for each, a box of chocolates for each, and then 2 unique presents. A telescope for Bucky and a new art pad with copic markers for Steve <3

They’d go on a walk to the farmers market and Clark would get them fresh sunflowers and all the while compliment them about how beautiful they both are and how much they mean to him. Then they’d come home, he’d make them a simple salad lunch and the day would be spent watching whatever movies Bucky and Steve want, a ton of massages (with oil, because Clark never does anything half-assed) and lots of neck kisses <3

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I have failed the masses because I got SO BEHIND on all the asks and the fic got put on hold because life and time don’t necessarily match up. XD

But let’s add some new stuff to the WSC tag shall we? 

Thanksgiving Headcanons!

Steve lecturing the elementary school system is problematic AF for propoganding blatant lies about Thanksgiving. 

Bucky burning the stuffing. “Bucky, you had one job!”

Clark using his heat vision to make the turkey cook faster because his boys are impatient. 

Bucky and Clark get into a corn eating contest. 

There’s so many corn husks omg… 

Steve gets to bake all sweets because that’s his favorite part. He also eats more of the pumpkin pie filling than he puts into the pie. Clark flies to the store to pick up more in another timezone that isn’t currently celebrating Thanksgiving. 

They refuse to partake in Black Friday. So they create wishlists on Amazon to share with each other when the holiday shopping season really starts. 

Bucky complains that he ate too much corn… “We warned you…”

Clark somehow manages to get all the left overs in pristine packaging and put into the refrigerator all organized. 

Bucky and Clark argue over the football game while Steve gets a foot massage from Bucky and head scratches from Clark.

They fall asleep on the couch, listening to the stupid football game and the popping of the lit fireplace.