#the steve rogers problem

[relenafanel]

Happy 10 Year Anniversary to this short continuation to the Steve Rogers problem!

Captain Stark

[overlyenthusiasticfictionreader]

Fanbinding of The Steve Rogers Problem - Binderary 2025

The Steve Rogers Problem by relenafanel

Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Archive Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Words: 41,521

I gifted this typeset to caughtdaydreaming for the 2024 Renegade Typeset exchange. However, this series has also been in my bookmarks for quite a while, and so i jumped at the chance to capture it in a book! I worked on binding these during February, when Renegade celebrates Binderary (an event for book binding similar to NaNoWriMo or Inktober).

In the series, Bucky spends some time on social media, including Tumblr. So I thought it would be fun to have each chapter start framed by the Tumblr new post screen:

The scene breaks are the logos from various social media sites, pulled to coincide with the time of posting (2015-2017).

Once I decided to create the book, i decided to run with the Tumblr theme, so of course the fabric I picked was "tumblr blue", with pearlesent paint for the title to reflect the Tumblr logo. The endpapers are a reminder of everyone's favorite crabs.

I wanted to try out several new-to-me techniques for this bind.

1) This was my first time using my guillotine to trim the edges* of the textblock (no more sawtooth!), which allowed my to try adding color to the edges of the text block for the first time.

2) These are my first sewn-boards bindings (a technique where the boards are glued into card folders already sewn to the text block. This is definitely an easier way to get covers on a text block, but doesn't allow room for endbands, and doesn't cover the very back of the boards).

3) And my first time using my cutting machine to cut out a stencil for the cover!

As usual, I wanted to gift a copy of the book to the author, and the author has received their gift! Thank you @relenafanel for this lovely Stucky story, I hope this reminds you are on the regular that you are appreciated! Thank you for your contributions to fandom!

For those interested, I’ve also included this fanbinding in the Renegade Publishing Fanbindings collection on AO3, located here.

* bonus, this is my guillotine

Occam is a big lady :)

[spideyson-stuff]

Peter has a huge guilt complex, this probably affects his self-esteem drastically, so he can't really believe when someone compliments him, and usually thinks it's a joke or an insult

1° Flash and Peter studying in an empty room because they were practicing for the Decathlon with the team but everyone had to leave for some reason and Peter stayed to help Flash with the last question

Peter: Flash, you're doing this all wrong, how can you not know the answer to this question?

Flash: IDK?, YOU'RE the genius here Parker, not me

Flash turns to Peter to see him with a disgusted look on his face, then he gets really confused.

Peter: HA! HA! HA!, very funny Flash

Peter says solving the problem and throwing the pencil on Flash's desk angrily and leaves the room, Flash is really confused, it was a sincere compliment

2° Tony and Peter doing an experiment in the lab

Tony: Oww Underoos, you really think fast, don't you? If it wasn't for you, this battery would have exploded haha

Peter just looks a little sad and looks away, Tony finds this strange, normally people are happy in receive compliments

3° Training with Steve and Sam

Steve: Hoho, kid, you're really good at this, aren't you? you learn fast!

Sam: Yeah haha, knocked me out quick as an arrow, I'm impressed

Peter: Uhrum...

Peter leaves the training room muttering an excuse to leave and Steve and Sam are very confused with the reaction

4° Ned and Peter building Legos

Ned, who was listening to Peter's stories about being Spider-Man: DUUUUUUDE! you're amazing! you know the Avengers and you're Spider-Man, you're like the coolest guy ever!

Peter: hehe, good joke Ned, very good, I'll get us some snacks ok?

Ned is confused by his reaction but decides to ignore it

5° May and Peter are at home, Peter is helping her with the house and now Peter is doing the dinner (May REALLY doesn't know how to cook)

May: You really are a golden boy aren't you Pete? What would I do without you?

Peter: You would live very well May haha

Peter continues making dinner and May is confused by his answer.

No one realizes it for a long time, one day they noticed and since then everyone has been telling Peter how amazing he is, Peter blushes whenever they do this, but it's actually helping with his self-esteem issues

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🧐

[jowithavianwings]

So Steve isn’t dead, right?

so then why tf is Sam like, “I’ll never be good enough for Steve”

Steve: I’m right here

Bucky: We will make him proud

Steve: Ahem

Sam: Steve must have made a mistake giving me the shield

Steve: Why don’t you talk to me about it then?

Sam: I will always try to honor Steve’s memory

Steve: QUIT TELLING EVERYBODY I’M DEAD!

Bucky: Sometimes I can still hear his voice

[pchvunk]

So I was talking to my aunt the other day and I was ranting about captain america as a normal person does, and I brought up bucky and she, a non marvel fan, never watched a marvel movie or read a marvel comic, just goes

"Oh, that's his boyfriend."

[marveling-at-marvel3000]

Steve pics!

[friendly-neighborhood-goober]

to be honest, steve rogers was toxic.

did you see what he did to tony in siberia? that was wholly uncalled for

steve overreacted about a lot of the accords stuff + didn't stop to think for a lot of it

dragged bucky, fresh out of mind control and feeling shitty, along with him.

steve didnt tell tony about how bucky killed his parents like ???

dont even get me started about "im with you to the end of the line."

he leaves bucky in endgame for a girl whose grand-niece he made out with.

if thats not even mildly fucked-up, idk what is.

gave the shield to sam, and while, dont get me wrong, sam is great for it and is a great cap

but right in front of your best friend who probably has abandonment issues? im also mad abt how he treated bucky but thats a rabbit hole for another time

thats very insensitive

now, as a character, steve rogers is well thought-out. he has flaws but he still tries to do what is right. comics steve rogers is a good character, for the most part. i dont see him as toxic as mcu steve.

also, i dont really think that this is just 'him assimilating to modern culture,' and 'the cultural norms were different back in the 30s' okay??? he can be less insensitive???

EDIT: i got fact-checked so its more accurate now hopefully

[bucky-obsessed]

more Thunderbolts Bucky!

[crashingthrufences]

This one goes out to Chim Morita 🫡

[relenafanel]

HAPPY 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!

the Steve Rogers problem [Steve/Bucky]

by RelenaFanel

Bucky doesn’t consider his Steve Rogers problem as a problem so much as the solution he hadn’t realized he was hoping for to help him through the transition from the Bucky Barnes he’d been before his accident to the new, shiny version of himself.

No, the problem isn’t with Captain America and The Howling Commandos fandom.

The problem is the amount of porn Bucky managed to write and draw about Captain America before finding out that he’s less than one degree of separation away from Steve Rogers. ‘Less than’ as in he’s sitting across the table from him.

the Steve Rogers problem

[anika-ann]

For ask game:

Steve Rogers x reader ; Champagne Problems

HELLO SWEET 😍

Sorry to take a while longer, I wanted to time this story right 😇 Thank you for participating in this ask game! 

Alright, I’m going to be honest, I coooompletely flipped this prompt around and ignored that’s a Taylor song. I was in a need of a cheery fic. Also, my mind instantly went to @stellar-solar-flare’s Worthy, an exquisite delivery on a prompt with this song, so I needed to do something different. My apologies if this is entirely misses its mark.

Champagne Problems

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader WC: 1450 (five sentences, what five sentences) Type: fluff and humour, New Year's Eve blurb Warnings: dares and alcohol, language, tooth-rotting fluff

The room is full of Holiday cheer and expectations, excited murmur and an odour of pricy alcohol of greatest variety; whiskey, gin, wine, fancy beer, champagne and more; vodka and absinth for the adventurous ones.

You are not adventurous – not quite. In a room filled with literal superheroes and their peers, important CEOs and the fun kind of scientists, as Tony likes to put it, it feels like you stick out like a sore thumb, no matter how at home your people, your friends, try to make you feel.

Hence you taking advantage of the open bar with champagne flowing freely, expensive and sparkly like liquid gold. 

The gold does not solidify in your veins as any reasonable chemist would expect; instead, it warms you up, making you a bit giggly, much to the delight of your lab friends, who, you suspect, decided to make you into their personal lab rat, set to observe the effects of alcohol on your balance, boundaries and behaviour. You can’t quite hold it against them; such is the danger of leaving you unsupervised. You have voiced your concerns, but a sweet smile was the only response you got, along with encouragement to have fun.

And now, here you are. Accepting a stupid dare.

Such is the problem of champagne; it makes you agree to silly things.

The midnight is nearing, only minutes away; and you are to find and kiss the most handsome man in the room, unless – to quote your friends – you wanted to be called a pussy. Maybe you should find new friends, you muse, as your gaze, still sharp despite the two glasses of champagne you downed, travels around the room. Two glasses – how much is that in BAC? Considering your weight and—

Your brain comes to a screeching halt, your heart skipping a startled beat, breath catching so violently in your chest it actually hurts for a brief moment.

You found him; the most handsome, downright stunning man in the room.

Whether you’ll have the courage to simply walk to him and ask for a midnight kiss, now that is a wholly different question; but as you take in the deliciously tall man, the slacks hugging his muscular thighs and ass so nicely, your gaze trailing up his blue button-down, you wish it was your hands mapping out his torso instead. Feeling him up all the way up to his gorgeous face, sharply cut jaw, soft pink lips, elegant nose and sparkly eyes the colour of the sky, his with golden hair like the sun to perfect that metaphor---

Your friends wolf-whistle lowly and giggle, patting your shoulder, knowing all-too-well that you have acquired the target, so to speak.

“I think it’s time to live up to your last name, our dear Mercury. You wouldn’t want to hear it in the same sentence as coward, would you?” Gen teases you, causing you to shoot her an offended and very much determined glare, because no. No one would speak your last name and liked it to a coward; only over your dead body.

“Watch me,” you hiss, setting your third glass – untouched – on the high table, straightening and setting direct course for the absolutely breathtaking man ordering a glass of whiskey at the bar.

You hear snickers behind you and even a groan, but you ignore it; you have a clear goal. Your heart is beating insanely fast – you are so sure it is not healthy with combination of alcohol, but you cannot exactly prevent it – so you keep walking, your legs slightly shaky not because of nerves, but because you are several feet from the man when he takes notice of you.

And he smiles.

Not just a soft curl of lips – a full brilliant smile, warm, a glow in his eyes as if someone had spared just a drop of luminol for him.

You could trip over your feet at the sight; hell, you do.

He reaches out, catching you easily, a flicker of concern over his face until he sees you watching him with mute awe, your hands landing on his firm chest as he steadies you and unsteadies your heart completely in the process.

God gracious-

“Hi,” you choke out, earning a chuckle and a greeting in return.

He’s still holding you; you notice, because you are bright like that. Normally. Your brain function might be slightly impaired by the products of ethanol metabolization.

“Can I help you, doll?” he asks, deep voice slightly amused, causing your fingers to twitch on his chest, flexing in his shirt, because holy damn, if the champagne was liquid gold, his voice is liquid spiced honey, sultry enough to have you shiver at the heat coiling in your belly.

His gaze is hypnotizing you, coaxing you to tell him everything, starting with why you’re here, ending with your deepest desires. If he wasn’t looking like an angel, you’d swear he had to be the devil.

“Yeah… I need you to kiss me at midnight.”

His eyebrow arches, one corner of his lips rising in a lopsided smile that sends your brain into frenzy; by the time his hands release you, only to have one arm wrap around your waist to pull you closer, your thoughts are a static noise.

“Is that so, sweetheart?”

You nod, your tongue feeling heavy as his gaze flickers down to your lips; you painted them red, as if you could be a seductress, as if you knew your friends would dare you to do exactly what you were doing now.

“I think I can do that… but will you tell me why?”

“They said that unless I find the prettiest guy in the room and kiss him at midnight, they’ll put my last name and coward in one sentence!” you blab them out, a note of accusation in your voice.

Time freezes for a second; a long enough second for you to regret saying it, regret having drunk, regret your choice of friends-

And then the man laughs, a warm sound of undiluted joy, his body shaking against yours but his free hand moves to cradle your cheek and angle your head up, his eyes glimmering like the night sky on a clear December night, the heat of his palm – and his arm pulling you even closer to him – poured all over your skin.

“And you couldn’t have that, could you?”

“No,” you chip, your own lips slowly curling up in a grin as his thumb caresses your cheek softly.

“And you didn’t even hesitate and chose me right away now that I’m finally here, did you?”

“Mmmm, I mean-“

His grip on your chin grows a little firmer, sending delight through your veins, your breathing picking up as his lips, so tempting, near yours.

“Hush, Mrs. Rogers… say you didn’t hesitate and I’ll kiss you right now,” he coaxed, his lips so close to yours you can almost taste how delicious the kiss will be, the thrill of being called Mrs. Rogers, even as you’ve been called it over and over for months now, sending a pleasant shiver through your body.

“That wasn’t the dare… but no. I didn’t hesitate, love. It’s always you,” you whisper, brushing your lips to his only to retreat, to repay his teasing just a bit, even as you know what a thrilling thought of being your first and only choice does to him, the soundless purr in his chest oh so sweet against your palm. “And you can kiss me whenever… in fact, please do.”

The deafening wolf-whistles from your friends become but a background noise, your whole world shrinking to a six foot four man, a wall of warm muscle holding you gently but suddenly kissing you with vigour, hand firmly planted on the back of your neck as he devours your mouth, because goddamn did he miss you just as you missed him and neither of you could care less for fireworks going off in a few minutes, because the real spark is right here, between you, within you, shared by steady, slow and downright criminally indulgent press of lips to lips.

The kiss is probably indecent to watch; but you don’t care.

Such is the problem of champagne; it makes you care zilch about what other people think, unless maybe your husband’s name – your last name – is threatened. 

Your friends, those you contemplated changing for another, probably knew all along what they were doing, noticing Steve’s arrival before you did; but you’ll realize that later on, after your brain reboots.

Until then, there’s your husband, handsome all hell and solid and warm and safe and perfect and yours, and that’s all that matters.

“Happy New Year’s Eve, love.”

“Happy New Year’s Eve indeed. Welcome home, Steve.”

Many thanks for sending this request and enabling me to write a proper end-of-year fic ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL 💕

And thank you for reading and potential feedback!

You can find my other works on my masterlist, should you be interested 😇

Divider by @firefly-graphics

[couragemydearheart]

𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n:  *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in! 

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him. 

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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[cringekind]

the gods honest truth is Steve's ending in Endgame doesn't make any sense because none of the writers were talking to each other or watching each other's movies.

Like okay. most stucky's (and I'd argue Steve fans) think that catws and cacw are peak writing for Steve. Not a Good Soldier but a Good Man, fighting for what he believes in and being loyal to all his friends. he's a little lonely and out of place, but he's finding where he belongs (something he also struggles with in catfa!!!). it's consistent writing that paints a compelling picture.

but avenger (2012), age of ultron, Infinity war, and endgame don't have that. sure some of it - him feeling out of place and his loyalty to his friends - but otherwise? he's suddenly a prude who cares about cursing and wants more than anything to go back to the past instead of finding his place in the future. it's almost comical how little these movies talk to one another.

for example - catws and aou have the same plot. no I'm not joking. the threat is the same one - pointing a gun to the world and calling it freedom when it's tyranny. it's the *same* plot. sure one is SHIELD/HYDRA and the other is Tony/Ultron (and a convenient way to get an Infinity stone into play) but it's the same! government overreach that kills civilians in the name of "safety". those movies are released back to back. there is absolutely no reason for them to have the same existential threat - unless the writers weren't communicating at all about the stories they were telling.

The story that the Avengers writers were telling for Steve is one of isolating and a yearning for the past. the story the Captain America writers were telling is one of a man finding his place in a world that doesn't fit him. And yes I'm sure there is some overlap in the writing/directing there I'm not 100% on who did what, but imo it's clear that there wasn't any communication. and so now we have a Steve we've been lead to believe world do anything for his friends (mostly Bucky) and it finally finding a home in 21dt century abandon all of that for the chance to be with a girl he's already mourned and moved on from.

[youronebraincell]

Stucky fans never beating the misogyny allegations. Saying this w a pfp of Steve is wild

[stuckytoyoulikeglue]

I'm currently in the middle of writing a fic and it's going really well, except that every time I reach a new scene, I show the characters the outline I've written and all the key talking points they need to cover in their next conversation, only for Bucky to look me dead in the eye whilst tearing my notes into confetti sized pieces, before turning to Steve and going off on whatever tangent he feels like.