50's clothing

ID #70508

Name: Jess
Age: 16
Country: Ireland

Hey, I’m Jess! I’m 16 and I love TV shows, films, clothes, makeup etc. My favourite TV shows are Sherlock, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, New Girl and so on.

My music taste is quite broad, I love anything from today’s top 40 to 50’s, 60’s, 70’s era music and movie soundtracks. I tend to like songs more so than bands but ya know.

I’m really interested in history, languages an culture!

Preferences: Any race, religion, sexuality, gender is welcome but I’d like to talk to anyone between the ages of 15-17 please.

Wonder of you

(A/N):This request was so cute!

Request: How about reader singing to Steve? She sings Elvis Presley’s - the Wonder of You at Tony’s 50’s themed party? She’s dressed beautifully and no one knows that she’s gonna sing live with a band behind her. Steve blushes but loves it? :D please and ty!!

Warnings: none?

 Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @superwholockian309@saradi1018, @holland-toms, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

Originally posted by s-a-l-t-w-a-t-e-r-k-i-d

   What was the point to this party anyways? Probably another excuse for Tony to drink and forgot his troubles Steve theorized. The theme for this weeks party was the 50’s, one of the time periods Steve had missed. He was dressed in a suit, as was every other male here and the girls all wore 50’s themed everything, clothes, makeup, even their hair was reminiscent of the 50’s. 

   Steve should have been enjoying himself but instead here he was, sitting alone at a table and drinking because all the other avengers were off doing their own thing. Really the only person he ever talked to at these things was (Y/N) but they were up a few floors, laying in Steve’s bed, sick as a dog. Really, he should have been up there with them, holding them and bringing them medicine, running a rag along their sweaty forehead, holding their hair back as they puked-

 A soft voice suddenly interrupts Steve’s train of thought. It was soft and sweet and a voice he would know anywhere. Steve’s head perks up as he looks at the small Stage Tony had set up, a live band and everything but in the midst of all the instruments there was someone who seemed to stand out; his (Y/N). They looked radiant up their and most definitely not sick (Steve was gonna kick their ass for that later), their own outfit was the crowning jewel of the 50’s and god- just looking at then made Steve feel reminiscent of a time he didn’t even know. 

   With a slight smirk Steve leans forward onto his elbows, his interest piqued as (Y/N) gripped a microphone within their hands gently. Everyone seemed to fall silent as (Y/N) smiled out at the crowd, waving to them shyly right afterwards. 

   "Hiya, I’m (Y/N),“ Most everyone murmured some form of hello as they stared on, nearly intranced by (Y/N). "I’m gonna sing a little song for you guys, that sound good?” The murmuring starting back up before dying off once again as (Y/N) began to speak. “But, before I begin I’d just like to call out to a very special man,” (Y/N) turned their head just enough to give Steve a Wink. “By the name of Steve Rogers,” (Y/N) smiles as everyone clapped for Steve whereas Steve was a blushing mess, his entire face beet red. “Here’s to you baby,”

    Steve could tell from his seat that (Y/N) was nervous, their hand was shaking at their side lightly and they seemed to constantly trying to breathe deeply. Even with their nerves they had gotten up there to sing a song for him and that meant more to him than words could describe. While still blushing but now smiling widely Steve looked at (Y/N) with such a loving gaze that it was impossible for (Y/N) not to smile back at him. 

   (Y/N) turned and smiled at the band and that’s when the soft music fills the air.

    “When no-one else can understand me, When everything I do is wrong; You give me hope and consolation, You give me strength to carry on,” Steve blushed a little more, the tips of his ears now burning. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, he wasn’t even in the spotlight but for some reason, having (Y/N)’s gaze upon him like that while they sang such a beautiful song just did something to him. “And you’re always there to lend a hand In everything I do. That’s the wonder, The wonder of you,”

    Steve could tell (Y/N) was freaking out, even with their grip on the microphone their hands were still shaking horribly and he could see that their legs were trembling too and yet their eyes remained steadfast upon Steve, not for one second did they dull or even show a hint of their nerves, all those eyes held was a deep love for Steve.

    “You’re doing so good,” He mouthed to them, smiling sweetly afterwards. The message was received when (Y/N) smiled shyly and kept going, making Steve’s heart flutter within his chest.

    “And when you smile the world is brighter. You touch my hand and I’m a king, Your kiss to me is worth a fortune, Your love for me is everything,”

    At this point (Y/N)’s voice was quivering from fear but they weren’t going to give up now, not when they had dedicated countless hours to performing for Steve so with a shaky inhale they continue, hoping no one could see just how nervous they were.

    “I’ll guess I’ll never know the reason why You love me like you do. That’s the wonder, The wonder of you," 

   As soon as everyone claps Steve jumps from his spot and rushes to the stage, engulfing (Y/N) in one of the tightest hugs he’d ever given. (Y/N) sighs shakily as they hug back, burying their face in the crook of Steve’s neck. 

   Everyone keeps applauding, some even hollering at the two as they embrace but Steve could barely hear them over the beating of his heart, and most likely (Y/N)’s too. With a soft sigh Steve turns his head, just enough to press his lips to (Y/N)’s ear and whisper a few words. 

   "Thank you doll,”


Glinda the Good and 1950′s Dior. Dress form photos from the Met Online Collection.

More Broadway/Fashion history here


Roughly sketches of Human Diana in some cute 50’s clothes @miikedrop