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dirigibleplumbing · 6 years

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what kind of art did pre-Serum Steve do?

I don’t actually reach a solid conclusion in this. This is more about exploring the possibilities and the obstacles he would have faced with different materials and subjects. My only firm note is that he would not have painted with acrylic.

Note on my background: I have a BA in fine art. I took a shitton of art history classes and one intro class on the chemistry of artists’ materials. I read books about painting forgeries and artists’ materials for fun. I am a practicing (if under-employed) illustrator and graphic designer.

However I make plenty of mistakes, and some of them were probably in this post! Nothing I say here should be taken as gospel. And leave me a note if I’ve said something super wrong or misleading! Here we go! Lots of words and pictures under the cut.

A quick note on artists’ materials: Very roughly speaking, all colored art materials are made up of the same minerals / chemicals / whatever for the pigment and then have different binding agents.

Oil paint = pigment + oil Tempura = pigment + eggs Watercolor = pigment + gum arabic Gouache = pigment + gum arabic + chalk (sort of) Fresco = pigment + plaster Acrylic = pigment + special polymers that need to be made in a lab Encaustic = pigment + wax etc.

The binding agent impacts what the material ends up being soluble with.

Most people used watercolors or poster paints as a kid, right? So, with those, to thin out some paint, mix paint together, or rinse your paintbrush, you use water. They’re water-soluble.

Oil paints are oil-soluble. You use an oil-based liquid to thin out paint, mix paint together, or clean your paintbrush. There are different oils in different types of oil paints (classically it was mineral oil) and different types of oils used as solvents.

Depending on your solvent, it takes days, if not weeks, for an oil painting to dry entirely. Also, if you re-apply solvent to a dry, “finished” painting or section, it can be reworked, almost as if the paint had never dried. This is one of oil painting’s superpowers. You can only sort of do this with watercolor or gouache, depending on how you painted it and what surface you’re using and how you treated it and how many layers you’ve done. Acrylic dries into a plastic and can’t be reworked at all (which is one of its superpowers, because sometimes that’s exactly what you want).

Would Steve have worked in color? So I don’t think he was canonically colorblind--correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this is just a really compelling and popular fanon. He very well may have stubbornly worked in color despite being colorblind. It’s Steve, after all.

Whether colorblind Steve continued to work in color after completing his coursework would depend on what story you’re telling, what kind of colorblindness he had if he had it, how that impacted his art, and potentially how it impacted his grades in art school (where he would have likely been required to do his paintings in color).

Would he have done commercial art or fine art? If he was doing “fine” art, he was probably not making his living at it. He was doing some other kind of work in addition. To make money at fine art, you needed (and still do): to be excellent at schmoozing and self-promotion and talking confidently about how revolutionary, life-changing, and monetarily valuable your work is and how everyone else’s sucks; to have a lot of leisure time, money, and extra energy to spare to not only do your art but also your self-promotion and schmoozing; and ideally you’d have connections (which maybe Steve made in art school, depending on where he went, but keep in mind he was broke af so it was probably not a fancy place). None of that really sounds like Steve.

Whereas the Federal Art Project was right around the time Steve would’ve been in, and then finished, art school. This was a New Deal program, basically the visual arts part of the Works Progress Administration (WPA). From wikipedia: “It was created not as a cultural activity but as a relief measure to employ artists and artisans to create murals, easel paintings, sculpture, graphic art, posters, photography, theatre scenic design, and arts and crafts. The WPA Federal Art Project established more than 100 community art centers throughout the country, researched and documented American design, commissioned a significant body of public art without restriction to content or subject matter, and sustained some 10,000 artists and craft workers during the Great Depression.”

So I lean toward artist Steve practicing his craft through whatever gigs he could get with the Federal Art Project. But he could very well have been trying for fine art on the side.

Screen-printing / poster design: I just wrote a fic where Steve worked on designing WPA posters in the 30′s! (And then in the 21st century he ends up designing some humorous ones for Tony about lab safety, Asimov’s laws of robotics, and coffee consumption.)

For more info and potential inspiration, see here for a ton of beautiful 1930′s WPA posters, and here for some NYC specific ones (including the one pictured above).

So yes, I think this is quite plausible! It also sidesteps the colorblindness issue. I am not a printmaker and know verrrry little about screen-printing so please correct me if I’m wrong, but: I think that If Steve was working on the stencils, he wouldn’t even need to worry about the colors. He may have had input about which parts were dark or light but not color. Alternately, this is a medium where the color mixing is extremely precise, chemically and mathematically speaking, so he could learn the color mixtures and color schemes by rote. This also works for science / math nerd Steve.

Acrylic painting: This is basically impossible. (The only exception I can think of off the top of my head might be an AU where Tony Stark is around in the 30′s too and is Steve’s patron / sugar daddy and gets him access to these special proprietary paints his company uses for their products.)

While synthetic paints existed in the 30′s, they weren’t commercially available until the 1950′s. (Fun note, this was because paint companies thought they would appeal to the Abstract Impressionists. They were right!)

Oil painting: Would have been tricky for a number of reasons, but Steve’s a stubborn bitch so who knows.

This is one of the more expensive mediums Steve could have pursued, but it’s also kinda the gold standard of 2d “fine” art, as opposed to commercial art. (Why this is, the nuances of the distinction between “fine” art and commercial art, and whether oil painting deserves to be put on this kind of pedestal is an entirely separate post!) It was definitely taught at any art school Steve would’ve attended, whether using traditional, Renaissance-style techniques or more modernist ones.

Steve would’ve been aware of contemporary artists such as Edward Hopper, Mark Rothko, Georgia O’Keeffe, Henri Matisse, and Pablo Picasso working in oils. (Where possible, these links go to pages specifically about the artist’s work in the 1930′s. Note that O’Keeffe was doing Precisionist art at the time, not the flowers she became famous for later. One of her NYC cityscapes is pictured above.)

If Steve was pursuing 2d “fine” art, it’s likely he was making oil paintings.

However, Steve would’ve almost definitely gotten sick from being around all the solvents. They are... not good for you. I say this as someone who attended art school 80 years after Steve did, when a lot of alternative solvents existed. Those still gave me migraines and other chronic issues. Little Steve had even more ailments than I do, including asthma. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was chemically sensitive on top of everything else.

(Another note, ideally you’d have ventilation to work with oil paint, and not just because of the off-gassing--also because it is a fire hazard. If you don’t store your paint rags properly, they can spontaneously combust. But you don’t need the ventilation, like, you’ll live, and you can, in fact, practice oil painting in a very small space. It’s very good for small, precise work if your surface is small, too.)

Fresco: In the 616 comics, Steve worked with the WPA on a mural, which was almost definitely a fresco. This is quite feasible in terms of semi-regular paid work that Steve would be qualified for. However it isn’t super practical to do this at home in a tiny apartment, so it couldn’t have been his main medium. He would have practiced this at school and potentially earned something of a living working on murals, but it’s not the sort of thing you do at home.

Info on Diego Rivera’s fresco technique, and info about the mural pictured above.

Watercolor (or gouache): Steve would’ve definitely learned at least one of these, probably for the purpose of studies and color sketches.

If he was an illustrator--doing magazine covers, certain types of posters or advertisements, book covers, etc., it’s quite likely he was using one or both of these mediums.

It’s possible, though unlikely in my opinion, that he would have used these for his personal, fine art. Watercolor in particular was associated with studies (”unfinished” work) and with femininity. It was not really shown in galleries or considered “high” art.

That said I think there are some really interesting stories to tell about a young, disabled (and let’s be real, this is fanfic, so gay or bi or otherwise queer) Steve doing watercolors even though they aren’t marketable and his teachers and fellow students give him shit for it... but that could be because I, personally, pursued watercolors when I got my BFA even though many of my teachers gave me shit for it.

(Pictured above is Corn and Peaches by Charles Demuth.)

(If people like this post and are interested in more, I will write one that goes further into feminine-coded art and artists in the 1930′s. I started writing what I thought was going to a short sidenote kinda paragraph about it for this post and it ended up being over 500 words long and I have a lot more to say.)

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strawb3rrybumbl3b33 · 2 years

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Colourblind Steve Rogers

I like to think colourblind Steve with red/green colourblindness and he just one day says “I never understood why people said the flag was red white and blue when its green white and blue?”

And everyone else just kinda stares before someone says, “it.. is red white and blue.”

And then it hits Steve and he just kinda goes, “oh”

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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little situation | part 28.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The Summer of Sarah Rogers:

The PR team successfully convinced Sam and Steve to let you get Twitter, just Twitter— Steve said you had to choose between Twitter and Instagram but not both. Because everyone on the team had Twitter but not everyone had Instagram, you ended up choosing the former. So far there wasn’t much on it, mainly pictures of you and Shuri from your trip to Wakanda. And to T’Challa’s detriment, you being allowed to have Twitter suddenly made Shuri feel the need to get one and Ramonda didn’t care so T’Challa being messed with by his younger sister and her friend was all over the Internet.

You were smart and knew not to show anything that revealed his Black Panther status since the world only knew that Wakanda was actually technologically advanced. You two also never went too far because T’Challa was still a world leader— however Shuri claimed the videos of her messing with him made him more personable, built him up like the people’s king. He saw right through that lie but didn’t say anything and just accepted his fate.

The interactions between you and the rest of the team were the public’s favorite and the PR team definitely encouraged it— you weren’t even sure if PR was necessary anymore considering everyone loved S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers but Tony assured you it was always smart to have them on deck. Anytime it was you, Steve, Sam, or Bucky interacting it had been dubbed the Star-Spangled Fam. And while you didn’t post anything officially or acknowledge people’s questions, the public noticed you and Peter’s replies on each other’s tweets.

It took all of three days from one person noticing you liking three of Peter’s tweets in a row for them to do some digging and see he was the same kid from the pictures at the juice bar. After that you started including him in the pictures you had instead of only Ned and MJ but you still didn’t say anything.

You were in the car with Steve and Tony while scrolling through your feed. You were being dropped off at an event at the Children’s Hospital while Steve and Tony were being taken to the UN meeting discussing the possibility of creating an official global Avengers Initiative program in attempts to find geniuses like you, Tony, and Bruce or enhanced like Steve, Pietro, and Wanda or just general badasses like Nat, Sam, and Clint. Even though you were going to the Children’s Hospital officially as Gemstone, the PR team had you dressed as Darling.

Normally you were all for the cutesy fashion but even this felt like slight overkill. It was a monochrome red look— they would’ve gone with blue since Steve’s stealth suit was a fan favorite but thought it’d be ironic because of your colorblindness and irony wasn’t the mood they were going for. The red bordered being more pink especially when it came to the large reddish pink hair clips and the tinted lip gloss they put on you.

“You’re staring awfully hard at that phone,” Tony commented.

“Hmm?”

“She’s not even listening.”

You finally looked up to see him and Steve staring back at you.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

“You’re really in the teenager stage now, I said you’re staring hard at that phone. Does it involve Spiderling?”

“Not everything is about Peter… yes. I like this picture.”

You turned your phone to show Tony and Steve a picture of you and Peter hugging, him kissing the side of your head. Steve wanted to gag even if he wouldn’t say it. So he just nodded when Tony said it was cute.

“But it looks too romantic, I don’t think I can post it. But I like it.”

“You know you two don’t have to be quiet about it.”

“I know but he’s trying so hard to not be in the limelight as Spider-man, I don’t think being in it as my boyfriend is any better.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“No.”

Tony sighed and then turned to Steve. “You and your child have a serious overthinking problem and astonishingly large gap in communication skills. GI, here’s a suggestion, talk with Peter about it.”

You nodded and hopped out the car since the hospital was the closer stop.

“Her having a boyfriend is not something I think I can get used to.”

“Welcome to no longer being the number one man in her life.” Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder.

“Tony.”

“Hmm?”

“Not funny.”

“Family Meeting!” You yelled into the house.

Bucky and Sam walked in, confused. Steve was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes since you disturbed his nap. You waited till all three of them were sitting down on the couch and looking at you.

“I think Dad should change his uniform. He needs a star on it like the rest of us. Since Uncle Jamie’s is on his left arm, mine is on the back, and Dheaidí’s is the chest I think you should put it on your right arm. It’ll be like a connected path.”

“I like it,” Steve said through a yawn.

“Of course you like it.” Sam gave Steve a kiss but agreed to the uniform addition.

You smiled and walked out satisfied.

Summer meant protective styling. But you also were changing up your hair because it was too hot to be doing it constantly, yesterday having to do it for the hospital visit confirmed that. You were doing single braids with no extensions now that your hair had gotten longer. Sam had the products set up on the couch in the apartment living room— you guys would’ve taken the common room but Nat had already set up and both of you decided against disturbing her.

“National Geographic?” Sam asked as you set down the remote.

“I like nature documentaries. I’m not all science, Dad.”

“Okay, Sarah,” Sam said in the same funny, partially whiney, tone that you did.

Sam had just finished detangling your hair and separating it into four large sections when your phone rang. The screen flashed to a picture of Peter pulling the ugliest face, making Sam chuckle a bit when he saw it. You answered and put it on speaker.

“Hello, Peter Parker.”

“Hey. They just opened up a new roller rink near Midtown last week, you wanna come? I’ll be at the compound in a few minutes.”

“Dad’s doing my hair.”

“Oh, cool. I’ll just come up.”

You and Sam laughed.

“He’s braiding it. Five-ish hours.”

“Five?! What… can I still come over?”

“If you want, I mean you have a room here anyway.”

“But I’m coming to see you.”

You felt flustered and didn’t know what to say with your dad in the room so you made a little noise of agreement and hung up on him. It was only maybe ten minutes late that Peter came strolling into the apartment, saying hi to Sam while taking off his shoes at the door. Peter sat down next to you, shoulders touching. Sam bit back the urge to laugh or comment, you two were so quiet now that he was there— as if he and Steve didn’t hear the way you two could talk each other’s ears off when alone.

“Do you want to still go when my hair’s done?”

“It’s usually pretty packed at that point.”

“Someone might see, well maybe tomorrow?”

Peter nodded. At some point he got more comfortable with Sam being there and slumped a little more next to you. By hour three, he didn’t care anymore and fully laid down. Peter’s head was in your lap as Sam continued to do your hair. Once you were done, you and Peter decided to just have a date in your room instead since the roller rink was going to be crowded now.

“Door open,” Sam said as you walked off.

“I know,” you groaned, exasperated. It was more of a joke between you and Sam.

You had gotten tired of him, Steve, and Bucky constantly telling you guys to keep the door open. Not because of the door itself but the phrase and its reasoning had started to grate on your nerves. So after training one morning as a family, you sat the three men down at the dinner table. They were both relieved and traumatized as you recounted every single time you and Peter had kissed, yet to make out, or hugged or held hands and the two times he had his hand in your back pocket because you guys saw it in Sixteen Candles and thought it was cute. Bucky was the most flustered, not wanting to know the details of his niece’s dating life.

“Besides, if we did start being active, I’d ask you to take me to the clinic to switch to an IUD or the patch.”

Bucky left the room, thanking the heavens that he wasn’t obligated as a parent to still be a part of the conversation. You looked at Sam and Steve who had yet to talk. This wasn’t exactly how they planned to have “the talk” with you.

“I mean I don’t take the pill at the same time every day, who can honestly, and that’s fine now for periods but clearly not the effective method for actual birth control.”

“Well, Babydoll,” Steve said measured. “Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to discuss with us.”

“Mmm hmm…” you pulled out your phone that started to ring. “Ned? Where are you and Pete? Don’t finish it without me!”

Sam and Steve watched you jump from the chair and run into your room to get changed, telling them something about a mechanics project.

After that they stopped saying doors open seriously, but sometimes Sam joked around just to bug you. Peter watched you press a button on your back shower wall that he hadn’t seen before.

“Is that a projector?”

“Yeah, I put it in a couple months ago. So much safer than using my iPad. Sit, I’ll get the stuff.”

“I always forget that your bathtub is surprisingly comfortable,” Peter said as you came back in.

You handed him the comforter and pillow to start getting comfortable while you lit your favorite candles and turned off the lights. You pulled the comforter over you both once you got in.

“FRIDAY, start the movie please.”

“Of course, Sarah.”

You snuggled up to Peter as much as humanly possible. He could feel your eyes on him for longer than just a couple seconds and looked down at you.

“You’re thinking of something,” he observed.

“I was just… would you mind if we, um, told people about us? Like publicly? I know you don’t want to be as out there like the rest of the team.”

“As Spider-Man. But I don’t mind being your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure they’ve already figured it out anyway.”

“You really don’t mind? You can tell me no.”

“It’s cool with me.”

“Yeah?” You stretched your neck slightly to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Where are you three going?” Nat asked from the common room kitchen, making everyone else turn.

You, Thor, and Bruce were dressed to go out. You guys weren’t trying to be sneaky on the way out but you weren’t exactly making your presence known.

“Uncle Thor and Uncle Bruce leave for their mission tomorrow so we’re going out.”

Thor puffed up his chest proudly. “We are taking Little Lady Sarah to Target.”

The entire team straight-faced. Sam spoke up first.

“Target? Like the store… am I missing something?”

“You guys have never taken him to one! It’s like a Midgardian Classic, second to Shake Shack. Ooh, we should go to Shake Shack!”

Thor lifted you up in agreement. The team watched as you, Bruce, and Thor left— clearly Bruce was the driver. They still couldn’t believe what they had just heard, Tony questioning who the hell thought Target was a farewell outing. You got there and each of you grabbed a cart. You proudly displayed Steve’s credit card that you swiped from his wallet.

After seeing the card, Bruce declared he was snitching— Steve just sighed and let it happen. You and Thor set rules, each individual item couldn’t be more than twenty dollars otherwise who knows how expensive the cart could get. Bruce was the official timer, you and Thor had six minutes to put whatever in your cart that you thought the other person would enjoy.

Steve shook his head as you came back with large bags and the milkshake from Shake Shack in your hands. You sheepishly handed him his credit card back, feeling a lot less bold returning it in person— you could’ve used yours but it still had a limit on it since you were a highschooler and you didn’t know how much it would be. As an apology you gave Steve the money back from your account and handed him a shake, slightly melted.

“Once more before I leave?” Thor asked as he held out the Mjolnir.

“No, no, no Thor! Sarah!”

Neither of you listened and Steve watched you once again be pulled rather violently through the air by Mjolnir. Despite your shouts of joy, Steve couldn’t see how you were having a good time at all.

“You know you kind of scare my friends, Uncle Jamie?” you asked as you worked on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky looked at you in a little bit of surprise.

“You scowl a lot.”

That made Bucky laugh because he knew that was true. Scowl was a permanent feature on his face when resting. Anyone that saw him in the comforts of the compound knew otherwise but even his social media didn’t have many smiling pictures so no one else even believed it.

“It’s Ned isn’t it?” Bucky questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It could be MJ, you don’t know.”

“I’ve met MJ. I know she’s not afraid of me.”

“Just maybe don’t do the arm thing around him.”

You closed the top panel around the shoulder area and moved towards the wiring in the forearm. Any time you worked on his arm, you liked to change the color of the casing around each wire just because. You started to swap out the red ones for yellow, making new notes as to what they connected to and meant.

“I do the arm thing to scare your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I know. Peter lowkey won’t put his arm anywhere near my waist if you’re in the same room. It’s like a Pavlovian response every time he hears the plates clicking.”

“Perfect.” Bucky smiled, slowly nodding his head.

“That’s not… well it makes Ned almost piss himself every time, can you maybe back off just a little bit?”

“Of course, little doll. I’m not trying to scare your friends.”

“Thank you, Uncle Jamie.” You closed the paneling and you both left the lab.

Per MJ’s request, you, Ned, and Peter found yourself at some coffee shop to listen to the slam poets. MJ wasn’t there really to enjoy the poetry but to watch the people in the audience’s miserable faces whenever a bad poet came on. The shop had those large, vintage fabric armchairs, ottomans, and couches. The four of you had large mugs of coffee drinks— except for Ned who couldn’t get past the taste, even of your sweeter coffee drinks that you chose.

Your head was on MJ’s shoulder instead of Peter since you two chose to share the big armchair and mismatched ottoman. He looked over every so often as you intently watched the stage and MJ intently watched the crowd. Even when the open mic ended and you guys were just walking the streets of New York aimlessly, you were arm in arm with MJ.

“Peter’s sulking!” Ned announced.

“Ned! I’m not…”

“Are you upset I stole your girlfriend?” MJ looked back to where Ned and Peter were a few steps behind.

You smiled and continued walking with MJ until you reached the crosswalk where you switched with Peter.

“You said I could come to you for whatever I can’t tell Dheaidí,” you said as you watched the cows graze in the open field.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo?” Clint asked.

“How do you get a boy to kiss you? Like kiss you kiss you.”

Clint choked. “Um, you just go for it I guess. Do I even want to know where this is coming from?”

“I think Peter’s afraid to kiss me. Only pecks. I mean I like it but I want a kiss, you know?” You stressed the word kiss.

“He’s probably worried you’ll think he’s a bad kisser.”

“But he’s my Peter I won’t thi— what if he thinks I’m a bad kisser?!”

Clint looked at you and then out at the cows. He rang the bell so they could start coming in from the field.

“Yep, that’s enough teenager for this morning,” Clint muttered to himself as he watched the cows come in.

“I can still hear you.”

“Take out the hearing aids and I’ll say it again.”

“Ugh, ru—”

Clint smiled at you as he took out his hearing aids. You both laughed and he threw an arm over your shoulder as you guys walked back to the house where Lila and Cooper had just woken up, ready for breakfast. No one else had come to the farm but you.

You wanted time with the first extended family that ever made you feel welcome. So you were spending a few days at the farm and then Clint was coming with you back to the compound for his actual job. Cooper and Lila finally convinced you to play baseball again, you were absolutely terrified to try at first despite having a handle on your strength.

Pietro and Wanda were not Steve’s kids— more Clint’s— but they were a hundred percent your siblings. Pietro was testing you and Wanda’s powers, seeing if you guys could catch the forks he threw as he threw them a little faster each time. Your detection of vibrations was getting stronger. Ever since learning how to harden certain parts of your body on command, you realized that adding an extra relatively visible layer of diamond on your feet caused you to react to the vibrations quicker. The sound waves bounced off of rock instead of absorbing into soft skin and you heard/felt the echo quicker.

“You think you can pick up if the vibration is me knocking over other sounds?” Pietro asked.

“Sounds like what?” He piqued your interest.

“Like loud music or lots of people talking?”

“Let’s try it. FRIDAY, play loud and Nicki Minaj or Missy Elliott please.”

It was harder with the bass practically radiating through the floor. But you and the twins were enjoying the challenge. Pietro knocked in various styles to try and throw you off, forcing you to really focus on which were his knocks versus the music.

“Ha, I win!” Pietro said as the last fork hit you in the forehead when you turned too slow.

“Only because you knock a fraction of a second slower than you should’ve, cheater.”

“I did no such thing! You’re just slower than the speed of sound.”

“The sound of your knock travels faster than the fork so it’s definitely your fault.”

“Nope, not how it works. You’re just slow.”

“Not how… that is exactly how it works. Wanda?”

You laughed as she lifted her brother into the air. Clint came downstairs to see you two laughing and then looked above him to see Pietro in mild distress and waving at him.

“Uncle Clint, tell Pietro he’s a cheater.”

Clint looked up again. “Uh, Pietro you’re a cheater.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“You’re right and I don’t want to.”

He walked over and hi-fived you before getting what he came into the common room for and leaving again. Eventually, Wanda set Pietro down after he promised to cook for you two if she set him down and you admitted he was the winner and didn’t cheat. While the two of you went to the couch, Pietro picked up the fork from the floor.

“Hey, Doll. Think fast.”

You caught it without even looking.

“I’m not—”

“My doll,” Pietro mimicked you. “I know.”

Bucky and Sam had left on a mission separate from Steve who was with Wanda. It was one in the morning when he slipped back into the apartment before he heard the crying. Steve raced to your room, already knowing that was the source of the sound. You didn’t hear him come in, the hearing aids resting on your nightstand— and you were so in your own head, you weren’t straining to hear him or feel the vibrations as Steve entered the room.

He sat down across from you on the bed and when you saw his face, you bit down on your fist and looked away at the curtain drawn window. Steve watched you shake your head. The light from the lamp made the tears rolling down your face glisten. He gently reached for your hand. Noticing the stuffed animal had fallen onto the floor, Steve leaned over and picked it up to place back in your hands. You grabbed a single hearing aid and put it in. When Steve still didn’t speak you looked at him.

What’s wrong, doll? Steve asked.

It’s stupid. Forget it, Dheaidí, just stupid.

You’re crying. Whatever it is isn’t stupid.

You sighed and shook your head. Steve knew you weren’t going to talk, not right away. He told you he’d be right back and you heard the clatter of cabinets and cooking ware. Normally tea was your thing but Steve felt a good old-fashioned hot chocolate was needed.

He came back with the two big mugs, setting yours in your hand and his on the nightstand, before heading to your little vanity. Steve knew where everything was considering he was usually the one you directed to organize things if new packages of whatever you ordered were delivered while you were away on a mission.

“I know this is really you and Buck’s thing but I think I can be a decent substitute,” Steve said as he placed the candle in the candle warmer you recently bought— well Thor picked it up from the Target adventure.

He put on the masks with you and sipped the drinks until it was time to take them off. You cracked a smile when Steve purposely slurped loudly, getting whipped cream on his newly growing in mustache-beard combo. You did the same and then the two of you took a picture that he sent to Sam.

“Babydoll…”

“I thought I was over it.”

“Over what, Sarah?”

“You should be asleep right now Dheaidí. I should wake up and be happy to see you… WHY AM I SO DUMB?”

Steve set down his drink and pulled you close to him. “Woah, woah woah. Babydoll, you’re not dumb. Why would you be dumb for… is this because the mission was longer than I told you?”

“I wanted to prove I’d be fine. You guys don’t always have to call because I’m worried.”

“Sarah, we call because the entire team understands that you—”

“I shouldn’t though! I’m sixteen, I shouldn’t still have separation issues… it’s like HYDRA still controls me, Dheaidí, I just wanted to be strong, like you,” you whispered the last part.

Steve rubbed your shoulder. “You’re sixteen, you don’t have to be strong. Sarah, honey, be honest with me. How many nights have you stayed up crying since I left?”

“After the second day of it running long.”

Steve continued to rub circles on your shoulder. That meant you had been crying for five nights in a row. You had told him that he didn’t have to call— that no one on the team had to call. He had hesitated but you insisted on it because you wanted them to stop feeling obligated to call you, especially because it wasn’t lost on you that sometimes the team would put themselves in less than safe areas or situations in order to be able to call you.

“Call me, okay? If you ever start to get worried about us on a mission, I don’t care what’s going on, you call me.”

You nodded and sniffled. Steve pulled back so he could look at you. Holding your face in both hands, Steve wiped at your tears with his thumbs. He pulled the corners of your mouth into a little smile before he let go.

There’s my sweet girl.

You almost knocked the wind out of Steve as you hugged him tight again.

“I couldn’t stop thinking you weren’t coming back. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come back.”

“I’m always coming back to you, Babydoll.”

Steve waited until your sobs had turned into a soft snore. He set you back into a good sleeping position, tucking you in, and turned off the lamp. Steve walked out to finally change out of his suit and go to bed himself. It wasn’t the most peaceful sleep. It was too light as if he was listening still in his sleep for any sound of you in distress.

You, Ned, Peter, and MJ were laying out in the front yard of the compound. You guys were having a painting picnic. You had enjoyed the session at the paint studio, having gone back a couple times, but you wanted less of a classroom vibe. The canvases were drying off to the side and the four of you were talking. Ned was going on about a classic movie he had seen.

Peter was leaning back, resting on his hands, while you had your head in his lap. You all laughed when Ned had to backtrack after realizing he forgot a major plot point in his summary for you guys. Peter sat up a little to drum his fingers along your shoulder. His hands lightly brushed your braids before he pulled back.

“Oh, can I touch your hair?” he asked, slightly flustered.

You nodded. “Yeah, Pete. I don’t mind if you want to play with my hair.”

Peter was very gentle with your braids. He enjoyed just moving them around. Towards the end of Ned’s very long summary, he had yet to get to his actual review, Steve had come outside.

“You kids having a good time?”

“Yeah, Dheaidí,” you said at the same time the other three said ‘Yes, Mr. Wilson-Rogers’.

“Where are you going?” You asked, noticing Steve was dressed business casual but had his shield with him.

“Small S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting I need to leave for in a couple minutes but I was told someone wanted to throw the shield?”

Ned’s eyes were the size of dinner plates as Steve handed the shield to him. Steve turned Ned to face the open field and showed him the very basic of how to hold it and throw. He heard you talking to your friends about it one afternoon and didn’t think it would be too much of a bother to let the kid try it once.

Ned’s throw didn’t get very far at all but he thought it was awesome and you guys cheered him on anyway. Steve grabbed his shield from the grass and jogged off to leave for the meeting while Ned now started to go on about the throw.

Sam could feel the waves of insecurity coming off of Steve like heat waves in the desert. He noticed it earlier in the morning when he was redoing a couple of the braids around the perimeter of your head but brushed it off thinking it was because the man just woke up. Then Sam noticed it again when MJ came over that afternoon and you two were in the living room watching Sister, Sister. You were dancing to the theme song while he, Steve, and Bucky were filling out mission reports at the dining room table. Sam jokingly said something to which the two of you replied with the classic: Go away, Roger. Making the three of you laugh and then laugh even harder when you remembered your last name was Rogers.

And then Steve was quiet all dinner, which for him wasn’t normal at all. You had been talking about your visit to your mom’s side of the family and hanging out with Aunt Taylor. You mentioned the cookout and Sam started to tell stories about his own family gatherings over the years. He paused mid-thought.

“We haven’t had one in a couple years, should call up my brother about that. Ooh, they’re gonna run their mouths. ‘You got married, got a kid and still ain’t find it necessary to come see us. I see how it is Samuel.’ That’s my mama by the way, she really sounds like that.”

“We should go!”

“They’re going to fawn over you sweetheart… even though you’re too damn spoiled as it is,” Sam joked.

“You call it spoiled, I call it bougie, Dad.” You flipped your hair, making Sam snort.

“What do you think, babe? We spoil her too much or is she living her best life?”

“Does Dheaidí even know what bougie is?” you laughed.

Steve laughed with the two of you but didn’t engage much in conversation. And he stayed quiet after that and well into the evening until you had gone downstairs because Peter was staying at the compound that week and he and Sam were on the couch.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Sam finally asked.

“Hmm?”

“You’re moping. You’ve been moping all day.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair before leaning against the couch, not really looking Sam in the eye.

“Am I a good parent?”

“Steve, what? Why would you even ask that?”

“I feel like I’m holding Sarah back. You can relate to her so much and she has Elise’s family now that she connects to… I’m just never going to fully understand her experience and I think I might’ve been, what’s the thing you guys were talking about, white-washing her? Shit, Elise could’ve done so much better than me.”

“Okay, one, take a breather. Two, yeah you’re right, you’ll never fully get what it’s like for her. But you are the best dad she could have. The way you try so hard proves it, you took a day just to drive to DC for her to go to the African American Museum because it was the Smithsonian one. I’ve never seen a search history more dedicated to how to do hair or every little thing Sarah says. That kid’s yours in all her blonde hair brown skin glory and she always goes to you first. You’re a good dad, Steve. No one thi—”

“Dheaidí!” you yelled as you stomped back into the apartment, blanket wrapped around you. “Tell Uncle Tony to stop sending my boyfriend on missions when we’re cuddling!”

You pouted and purposely walked with heavy footsteps to the couch, sitting in between your dads and flopping over Steve dramatically— your feet and face were the only parts of you visible out of the large blanket that they could tell was Peter’s. Sam gave him a face of ‘I told you so’. Steve looked down at you to see your cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Sam flicked your forehead, which made you poke your tongue out at him, and left the living room. You still hadn’t moved, sighing loudly.

“Dheaidí?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to get Peter Parker to kiss me,” you said with such determination.

“I’m sure you are, Babydoll.” Steve said, not nearly as enthusiastic as you, as he poked your cheek.

“Next time Uncle Tony interrupts, I’m gonna kick his butt.”

“I’ll hold him down for you.”

“Dheaidí?”

“Yes, Sarah?”

“I love you, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

That made Steve truly smile for the first time that entire day.

“I love you too, Babydoll.”

“Dheaidí! Fight me!” You were a little too pumped as you entered the training room.

“I’m not sparring with you.”

Steve really only fought with Bucky otherwise he used the bots, they could withstand a punch that could potentially knock out the teeth or bruise a rib of other teammates. You grabbed his forearm as he tried to hit the punching bag, stopping him. Of course the rest of the team stopped what they were doing to see if Steve would give in. You didn’t fight with most of them either for the same reasons as Steve. Bucky didn’t mind sparring with you because he had already been doing so since you were younger.

“I’m tired of the bots and Uncle Jamie pulls punches.”

“Babydoll…”

“Please. Or are you afraid you’ll lose?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. Bucky hadn’t been paying attention the whole time because he was sure Steve would say no but the minute you taunted him, Bucky’s head shot up because his friend couldn’t say no to a challenge. Steve knew he was taking the bait but you both were petty and he didn’t care. You smiled and got in the ring as he started taking the wraps off of his hands.

“Don’t worry old man, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Old man?”

“I’d feel bad severely beating the elderly.”

The others tried not to laugh.

“I want you to know I have no problem beating children. How old are you?”

“Sixteen?”

“Then I’m sixteen too, let’s go kid.”

You had to use a mix of strategy since Steve did beat you when it came to brute strength. You had been retested against his scores and were now one-third of his. It was clear that his serum jacked DNA still worked like normal genetics. You would only get up to half of his scores once you reached your peak but considering it was half of something super-human, you would still be remarkably powerful.

After you had hit him hard twice, Steve stopped pulling punches like Bucky. You started hardening your skin in the exact areas he punched with the visible diamond layer, not just defending yourself but actually making it a little painful for him when he hit you. Steve realized he’d have to hit twice in a single punch so you couldn’t predict where the second one would land and create the extra hard casing. You made one misstep and Steve knocked you flat on your back. You coughed and held your hands straight in the air, wiggling them a bit.

“Told you I got no problem beating children,” he said, jokingly as he helped pull you up. “You okay, Babydoll?”

The smile on your face told him you were absolutely fine.

“That was fun, let’s do it again.”

Steve reluctantly agreed to add sparring with you at least once a week to training.

Steve nearly had a heart attack when he woke up to see your face looming over him.

“Happy Birthday, Dheaidí… move over.”

“How are you the bossy one on my birthday?” Steve said as he sat up and moved onto Sam’s side of the bed that he realized was empty.

“How does it feel to technically be a century? What age are you supposed to be? Do you put that you’re in your thirties on forms or your actual age? Because I would put the technicality, get all the senior citizen discounts. 100, that’s wild, Dheaidí. You’re old,” you said as you got on the bed.

“Uncle Tony wanted a big party but I said we should wait till you pass 100. So we’re having a barbecue in the backyard. But Ms. Jessica said you still have to do the Skype calls with CNN and CSPAN. And you have to post a picture, so…”

Steve groaned forgetting he still had to do work on his birthday and even though he couldn’t control his birth he was really hating being born on Independence Day. You grabbed his phone on the nightstand and typed in the password— it wasn’t that hard to guess considering it was his wedding date. Flipping to the front camera, you made Steve pose and took a selfie with him. He watched you edit the lighting and colors of the picture as if you took it in an actual studio and not his bedroom before you passed him the phone so he could post it on Twitter with some lame caption you always made fun of him for.

Bucky and Sam came in with trays of food. Bucky wanted to put ninety-nine candles on Steve’s birthday pancakes but Sam wouldn’t let him so he settled for the sparklers instead and throwing confetti at Steve’s face before sitting down. The four of you ate breakfast in bed and spent the better part of the morning celebrating Steve’s birthday as the small family you were before the huge barbecue. It wasn’t huge because Tony invited the entire city. Instead it was because your mother’s side of the family was invited and Sam’s family came over too.

Steve was truly having a good time as everyone ate and played around before the fireworks started. Your Aunt Taylor sent him the picture that she took of you, him, Sam, and Bucky at his request. It was the first posed photo the four of you actually took as a family. He made it his new lock screen, the home screen being the photo of you and him with the hot chocolate.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky watched you from the table stroll back into the apartment for breakfast humming something a little too chipper for the early time of day. You did ballet as best as you could, trying not to slip in your socks against the hardwood, while grabbing two bowls and some spoons. Steve peeped the outfit first as you went to the fridge to get milk for cereal.

“Babydoll.”

“Yes?”

“Where’d you get the hoodie?”

“It’s Peter’s.”

“I’m gonna regret asking,” Steve muttered to himself before directing his attention back to you. “Were you in Peter’s room the whole night?”

“Yeah. We have to watch all of Attack on Titan before the new season comes out, you know. It’s more fun on his laptop than the TV. I’m running on like two hours of sleep but worth it.”

“You slept there?” Sam asked.

Bucky already started packing up his stuff, ready to dart out the minute he sensed it going someplace he didn’t like.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Please tell me you two were safe, at least—”

“Oh, God, Dad, no!” You took your cereal and started to leave. “Remember when I said I’d ask you to take me to a clinic.”

“Well we know that it could suddenly feel awkward or that you might feel like we’d judge you. But no one’s judging, you can make decisions,” Steve started. “But we want you to still feel like you can—”

“Dad, Dheaidí! Hasn’t even touched a boob, I’m a virgin, just fine being a virgin…”

The door opened and Peter came in. He didn’t bother with house slippers since he wasn’t staying for long, you were just supposed to get cereal so you guys could continue the marathon. You didn’t even turn around knowing they could see that Peter didn’t have a shirt on considering you were wearing the matching hoodie to his sweatpants.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mr. Wilson-Rogers. Morning Mr. Barnes,” Peter said as he grabbed the second bowl from you, completely oblivious to what was going on.

“Hey, kid,” Bucky said, now enjoying the awkward atmosphere that had just been created.

“On God it’s too early for this,” you said with a sigh.

You stabbed the cereal with your spoon, aggressively taking a bite, and walked out of the apartment. Peter looked at you walking away and then at your dads. Steve just held a hand up, shaking his head. Peter opened his mouth to ask something and then decided against it and followed you out of the apartment.

Peter picked up his phone the moment your face appeared on the screen.

“Happy birthday! I’m sorry I’m not there.” You frowned.

You had a mission that you had to go on and knew that by the second day there was no way you’d make it back for Peter’s birthday. So you waited by the phone until it turned midnight and FaceTimed Peter.

“I’m giving you the biggest birthday kiss when I get back.”

“You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

“Because I have the best boyfriend ever.”

You listened to Peter talk about what he was going to do for the day, including MJ and Ned taking him out. Peter loved to stay up and more importantly wasn’t on a mission so he was talking animatedly. But slowly you had stopped answering as enthusiastically and your eyes stayed closed for longer and longer until he noticed you had fallen asleep. Peter smiled at the phone, taking a screenshot, and then whispering goodnight to you before hanging up the phone.

“You gotta admit, they’re kind of cute,” Steve said as he and the others headed towards the pool area outside where you and Peter already were. He wouldn’t admit it, at the risk of sounding too old-fashioned and a hovering parent, but he was glad to see you were in a one-piece.

“Young love. Disgustingly sweet,” Clint muttered making the team laugh.

They watched as you and Peter were tangled up with each other on the concrete despite the pool chairs behind you two— he was sitting cross-legged, you in his lap facing him, also cross-legged but with one stretched out and wrapping around him. He was leaning back on his hands. You had the bowl of fruit that Bucky had been looking for before giving up and coming downstairs with the others in your lap. The two of you were joking about something, pieces of fruit in both hands and your head thrown back mid-laughter— the large bun on top of your head bobbing back and forth.

Peter took the tangerine slice you fed him. His hands grabbed yours now that they were free and you two were just swinging them back and forth as you talked. You suddenly frowned and tapped at your hearing aids before taking them out and looking at them. The team saw how you didn’t put them back in, you must’ve forgotten to charge them. Peter adjusted himself to sit up straighter.

All over. Some of it got in my mouth and honestly key lime pie isn’t that bad… He had surprisingly good aim in fourth grade.

The adults smiled as Peter seamlessly switched to signing and so did you. He didn’t have to, considering you were sitting literally on him and facing him so you could read his lips as well. Peter took another tangerine slice that you fed him as he moved on to a different story from elementary and middle school. You pecked him on the lips, tasting the bit of juice that was on his bottom lip. You didn’t back away from him completely. Both of you were too nervous to move.

“You think either one’s gonna do it?” Wanda asked. The others shook their heads in varying degrees of intensity.

Peter’s arms wrapped around you, one of his hands holding the wrist of his other. He leaned in closer until his mouth was on yours. Peter’s lips tasted like the tangerines you had been eating. It started off a little awkward, both of you trying to figure out the correct placement of your lips, before finding something you both liked. Peter removed one of his hands from around your back and used it to tilt your chin up a little bit.

“No tongue!”

Clint shouted causing Peter to jump back, face red. You turned your head in the direction he was looking and saw the others at the doorway, smiling at his expense. You realized they had just seen the two of you making out and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The others broke from their trance of giggling by the large glass doors and came outside to enjoy the pool like they wanted to. Peter leaned his head down so his mouth was by your ear.

“That wasn’t a bad kiss was it?” he asked in a tentative whisper.

“No, I liked it… I wasn’t a, uh, bad kisser was I?”

“Unh-unh,” Peter said while shaking his head.

Nat took the pool chair right behind you and Peter to lounge in the sun and tan. Pietro and Bucky strolled over first to grab some fruit out of the bowl.

I’m hot, you signed, dramatically.

Want to swim? Peter asked.

You set the bowl down and got off of him, pulling him to his feet with all your strength on purpose. You picked Peter up and carried him to the pool, throwing him in. He appeared from out of the water, wiping it from his face and brushing his hair back.

You know I’m getting you back right?

You jumped into the pool before he could do anything. Peter just smirked at you and you didn’t know why but definitely felt like something was off. You were in the part of the pool where if you dropped from your toes your nose would be under the water. You were about to so you could pick up a vibration from the concrete, thinking something was off. But right before you dropped, you were lifted into the air and thrown, landing behind your attacker with a splash. You popped back up to see your traitor of a father hi-fiving your traitor of a boyfriend.

Dheaidí!

Sorry, doll. Steve smiled before swimming off.

I don’t like you anymore, Peter Parker, you signed with an eye-roll.

I still like you anyway. He swam up to you and pulled you closer.

Want to get my dad back?

You and Peter swam up to Steve and splashed him in the face.

(Part 29)...

#steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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barnesmurdock · 3 years

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You go to my head.

Pairing: Pre-serum!Steve x tall!fem!reader

Summary: Bucky can't stop flirting with Becca's best friend's sister but, turns out she has her mind set on someone else.

Word count: 3890

Warnings: Fluff, insecure Steve, mentions of Steve being colorblind and not hearing well, flirty Bucky but he's actually a good bro, alcohol consumption.

A/N: The title references a Billie Holiday song that I think fits with this fic, if you wanna give it a listen. Sorry if this is too self indulgent, I'm just a tall girl in love with Steve Rogers 🥴

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

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“Whaddya think, green or blue?” Bucky asked a bored Steve, showing him two ties. He was dragging his best friend to a dancehall again and this time they didn’t even have dates.

“Buck ya know I’m colorblind, right? I’m no help with that." Steve sighed, resting his elbow on the dining table to rest his head on his hand.

"Right, sorry…" The brunette sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "I'll go ask ma."

"Ma will say the blue one, she always picks that one, James." Rebecca commented as she passed by the two boys, carrying some games in her hands.

"Well, then. Which one would ya choose, Bex?" Bucky raised his voice so it would reach his little sister.

"I don't care!"

"Y'know, if you can't decide, we could just stay here." Steve suggested, well aware Bucky wasn't going to agree to that, but hopeful nonetheless. He wasn't in the mood for another night of nursing a coke while Bucky flirted with someone.

The doorbell interrupted their conversation and, before Bucky could reply, his mom's voice asked him from the kitchen to open the door.

"Well, if it isn't the most beautiful dame in New York…" Bucky flashed a smile at the eldest of the two girls in front of him." … And you're here too. Becca's in her room." He informed your sister.

"Hi, Bucky." You responded to the brunette with a polite smile, unphased by his comment. "I just came to drop this bug, Becca invited her for a sleepover."

"In that case, please come in." He moved to the side to let you in, your sister simply passing by him, then Steve, who she waved politely before running off to her friend's room.

"She didn't even say goodbye." You huffed and rolled your eyes, making Bucky chuckle.

"Hey, you can come in too." He gestured with his hand. He knew you were about to decline, so he rushed to say, "I need someone with taste to help me pick a tie. No one in this house is being helpful."

You sighed and made a face, but you ultimately agreed and came in, your breath hitching after finding Bucky's best friend sitting right in front of you.

You'd always found Steve Rogers handsome, with his big bright blue eyes and his beautiful lips, his permanently rosy cheeks. Ugh, you couldn't help but steal every glance you could at him every time you encountered Bucky with him attached to the hip.

Steve rushed to sit straight when he saw you coming in, nervously flattening his tie. Bucky was right, you were the most beautiful dame in New York. If you asked Steve, you probably were the most beautiful dame in the whole damn country. The two of you never actually had a conversation, most of your interactions were with Bucky, since your sisters were best friends. He relentlessly tried to flirt with you and you dismissed him every time, which was certainly amusing for Steve to watch. Refreshing, almost.

"Hi, Steve!" You offered him a genuine smile, approaching the table where he was seated to inspect the ties.

"H-hi." He managed to reply looking up to your face, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Couldn't you help him with the ties?" You eyed the blushing blonde sitting to your left.

"I'm colorblind, so… nope." He sighed self deprecatingly, giving you an awkward tight lipped smile.

"Oh, that's fine." You leaned towards him to get closer to his ear. "It's always this one, though." You whispered before stepping back, showing him the blue tie and winking at him before turning to hand it to Bucky.

"Would you be a doll and do the knot for me?" Bucky asked, pouting at you half flirting, half trying to piss you off, which he knew was easier than his flirting working.

You rolled for eyes at him but did the stupid knot, just to shut him up.

"So… where are you two headed?" You asked, looking at Steve and ignoring Bucky's beaming smile. Yes, Bucky was handsome, really handsome. Like, almost painful to watch. But you he just didn't do it for you. You didn't like the arrogance, the overconfidence he had. And you were well aware he didn't want anything actually serious. He was just a flirt. So, you weren't interested.

Instead, his beautiful, shy, respectful friend Steve, with his nervous smile and his ticks. That's what you liked.

"Bucky wants to go dancing." The blonde responded, since you directed your attention to him.

"You could join us, if ya want. I'll buy you a drink if you dance with me." Bucky interfered with a cocky smile. Steve's gaze shifted to Bucky and sighed, making you chuckle.

"You know what? I'll come. But I'll pass on the dance." Your eyes lingered on Steve for a second, who softly smiled at you, before looking back at Bucky, patting his chest once your work was done.

"Oh, c'mon! Just a friendly dance!"

"Let it go, James, it's not gonna work."

Since you had agreed to go out with them, Steve and Bucky walked you home and waited outside while you changed clothes and dolled up.

"Y'know? It's funny to see someone reject you for once." Steve commented with amusement, his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

Bucky made a bit of a face, but ended up smiling at his friend. "Yeah, she keeps me humble, I guess. But hey, I got her to come to the dancehall, didn't I?" Bucky shrugged, content with you simply agreeing to spend some time with them.

Yes, Bucky tried to butter you up every single time he saw you because you were truly beautiful and he loved your snark and he… Well, he was a flirt. He couldn't help it. But in all honesty, he was just playing and ultimately, he was okay with just befriending you.

"You're unbelievable." Steve huffed, looking at the door as if that would make you come out faster.

Bucky regarded him for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face. "Hey, why don't ya try flirting with her? Perhaps she likes blondes. That's the only explanation for why she doesn't like me." He said pointing at his gelled brown hair.

Steve sighed and shook his head, moving his hair out of his face again. "Stop trying to set me up, Buck. It never works."

You came out of your apartment just as Steve was checking the door again, your eyes locking as you shut the door. The blonde stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. You smiled shyly at him, making him blush when he realized he was just staring like a dumbass.

Bucky turned around when he heard the door, wolf-whistling at the sight of you.

"Okay, okay. Let's not make a big deal out of it, Barnes, let's go." You said as you chuckled, gently pushing Bucky's shoulder to make him move.

He started moving without objection with a chuckle of his own, leaving you and Steve to walk behind him.

You looked down to your side, where you found Steve looking back up at you. His eyes widened when you caught him staring, but he relaxed when you smiled at him, offering you a shy smile in return.

On the way to the dancehall, Bucky ended up convincing you to dance with him. But you demanded some ground rules. No slow songs and no touching more than necessary. Fair enough.

Steve watched you two dance and talk and laugh with resignation. Perhaps you did like Bucky and you were just playing hard to get. Even if you weren't, he didn't stand a chance. Regular women didn't even look his way as it was, but a gal like you, so tall and confident, who didn't even indulge Bucky's advances? Yeah… no chance.

But Steve did not know what you were telling his flirty friend.

"Y'know, you really have to stop flirting with me." You said, your attention still on your steps as you danced with Bucky, not wanting to step on his toes.

"Oh, c'mon! You know it's just a bit of fun." The brunette protested while he guided you.

"I know, I know… I have to admit it, it's amusing sometimes. Flattering. But, I'm already interested in someone else." You let him know,your gaze leaving Bucky's to look past him towards the scrawny, frowning blonde waiting for the both of you on a table, nursing a bottle of coke. He felt you looking, so he glanced up at you and offered one of his small shy smiles. You discreetly smiled back before turning your attention back to Bucky.

"Oh, I see. I'll behave, then. Someone I know?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nosy." You chuckled as he twirled you around for the last time, since the song was coming to an end.

"You're choosing another man over me, of course I wanna know who that lucky fella is." Bucky sighed dramatically once the song ended, draping his arm around your shoulders. "I think you earned that drink, doll."

"Buy me two and I'll tell ya who it is." You said cheekily, allowing the friendly close contact as he guided you towards the bar.

"Done."

As promised, Bucky bought you two drinks of your choice for the dance and the gossip and then left you alone to go mingle with the ladies. Steve saw you walking towards the table he was sitting on, lazily swirling your drink in it's glass, grinning and glowing after your dance. He gulped and combed his fingers through his hair again, his eyes following your movements as you sat in front of him.

"Hello, handsome." You greeted with a cheeky grin, sipping on your drink. You had already downed the first one with Bucky before making your way to the table and you were definitely feeling it.

Steve's eyebrows flew up at your comment before breaking eye contact, looking down at his coke bottle with a nervous chuckle.

"Hello… So, you finally gave in to Bucky's charm." He commented, twirling the bottle on his fingers.

"Not at all." You laughed. "Just wanted that free drink." You nudged at his foot with yours under the table so he would stop staring down. Once he did, you wiggled your brows and sipped on the cocktail again. "Want some?" You offered your glass and Steve hesitated for a moment, but he remembered he wasn't sick at the moment, so you should be fine.

He nodded with another smile as he carefully took the glass from your cold hand, his fingers inevitably brushing against yours making the corners of your lips tug up.

Holding his gaze to yours, Steve took a sip and smiled after putting the glass down.

"S'good." Steve approved, nodding with a smile.

"Right?" You exclaimed before picking up the glass to drink, leaving it in front of him again, inviting him to continue drinking.

You ended up sharing your whole drink with Steve as you looked around the dancehall and commented on everything worth commenting and shared stories.

It turned out Steve was snarky and funny and amazing and your cheeks ended up hurting from alll the smiling and laughing. You were fairly sure the alcohol helped Steve loosen up a bit with you and you couldn't thank Bucky enough for buying you two drinks instead of one.

You looked around at all the people dancing a fast paced song, just like the one you had been dancing before. You even spotted Bucky having fun with a pretty redhead. Then, you looked back at Steve, who was doing the same thing, and regarded him for a moment.

"Hey, would you like to dance?" You asked, resting your head on your hand on the table.

"I…" Steve sighed before continuing. "I don't know. I don't usually dance." He said instead of the truth that he'd never danced with a girl before, lowering his voice and looking down at his fidgeting hands. He had practiced before, forced by Bucky, before he arranged some double date for them. But it never happened.

"What? Why?" You frowned a bit as you asked with genuine curiosity. You weren't dumb. You knew how people thought about someone like Steve and you'd guess he probably wasn't very lucky with the ladies. Just like you didn't interest many guys due to your height. But still, there must've been someone who had seen in Steve what you saw.

Steve looked at you, opening his mouth as he thought how to respond, but nothing came out of it, making him look away in embarrassment.

"We could wait until they play a slow one to dance. Easier than swing, in my opinion." You shrugged, trying to salvage it. You noticed he didn't want to talk about it. In the end, it didn't really matter. You did want to dance with him.

"Wouldn't want to step on your feet." He side glanced at you with what looked like a sad smile. Hell no.

"Ugh, don't worry about that. I'll definitely step on you too." You rolled your eyes and then chuckled, making him laugh too.

It died down as he thought about it. You seemed genuine in your intentions of dancing with him but he couldn't help but think about what people would think. He was so… scrawny. And you were so tall. Way taller than him. People already gave him weird looks by simply existing and he thought perhaps you experienced that too. But you were absolutely beautiful and he… well. You looked better with someone like Bucky.

"Hey. I don't know what's going on inside that head of yours, but stop it. Don't overthink it." You said as you put your hand on top of his on the table, with that big perfect smile you had been flashing at him all night. He had to look at you again, then what your hand just did. You grazed the pads of your fingers up and down the back of his hand and he felt his heart start beating erratically. "We don't have to dance if you don't want to, just know I'd love to dance with you."

He missed your touch the moment your fingers retreated from his hand. Damn, he was so not ready for this. You were not only a dame who was interested in him, which was already rare, but you were the girl he had been interested in for a long time. And you wanted to dance. With him. A slow one. Suddenly, he had forgotten everything Bucky had taught him. He was afraid he was gonna embarrass you in front of everyone and then, they announced they were gonna play something slow. He had to do something now.

You could see Steve freak out inside his head as he had his eyes fixed on the hand you'd touched and decided to give him his time.

Steve finally came out of his thoughts and looked back up at you. He got up clumsily and brushed his hair out of the way before offering you his hand.

"Yeah?" You said, unable to contain the wide smile growing on your face, reaching for his hand and standing up to go to the dancefloor.

"Yeah."

You were giddy and excited and you were sure anyone could hear your heart pounding in your chest as he gently took your hand and put his other one tentatively on your waist. You looked down to Steve, squeezing his hand for reassurance and placing your free hand on his shoulder.

This close, he had to tilt his head back to look up at you but he decided he didn't care. Not when you were beaming at him like that as you started to sway to the music, your gaze fixed on him and nothing else.

Steve was so entranced with you he didn't notice and ended up stepping on you. Mortified, he looked down and then back at you with wide eyes, his cheeks rapidly turning a bright red.

You started laughing, shaking your head and not allowing him to pull away after that, the hand you had on his shoulder going to the back of his neck as he apologized profusely.

"Steve, I thought we talked about this. It's fine." You leaned a bit closer to his face to whisper at him, your fingers gently brushing the hair at the nape.

Steve's breath hitched at the feeling, his eyes threatening to close in delight.

"I apologize…"

You giggled and lightly stepped on his foot on purpose, making Steve's eyes go wide again.

"There you go. It's only fair." You said with a wink, making him smile.

You ended up dancing for a couple more songs, Steve confidence building back up as the songs went by.

You two ended up getting closer until your bodies were flush against each other, which you thought perhaps was somewhat uncomfortable for Steve, having to crane his neck so he wouldn't have his face almost on your chest. In that moment, Steve was sure he died and went to heaven and this wasn't even real so it didn't matter if his neck ended up aching or not.

You decided to go back to the table once a faster paced song came up, satisfied with how much you had danced for the night.

After a while, the place started to empty and you saw Bucky coming towards the table with an amused smirk on his face, his hair slightly mussed.

"You're not leaving with that pretty blonde you've been dancing all night?" You asked the brunette as he approached the two of you, cocking a brow at him.

Bucky's smirk grew bigger at your words as he glanced at Steve. He could ask the same thing, apparently. "Your ma will kill me if I don't walk you home. She doesn't know Steve."

"That's true." You sighed, smiling apologetically at the blonde who you had been dancing and flirting with all evening. Your mom only trusted Bucky (because he was an absolute gem every time he came home to bring or pick up Becca). She even mentioned how handsome he was from time to time, in hopes you'd tell her you liked him.

Bucky had been keeping an eye on his two friends while he danced and flirted around and he decided to walk a couple of steps in front of you so you and Steve could have some space, walking with an amused smile on his face and his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

Behind him, Steve seemed to get shy again. You didn't mind walking in silence, having talked for hours, but you knew by now you had to reassure him of your interest or he wouldn't dare to make a move. So, after the back of his hand grazed yours a couple of times, you decided to take his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

Steve's eyes went straight to look down at your joined hands, then up to your face, where he found you already staring down at him with a smile. He huffed and smiled back before looking away.

Bucky made some small talk along the way, unable to just walk, while trying not to look back. God, he was so obvious. You giggled as you thought about how he had been flirting with you for years and yet, the moment he learned you liked Steve he stopped did everything in his hand to make it happen.

Once you got home, he made sure to speak loud enough your ma would know he got you home and stepped back a few feet, casually looking away and turning his back to wait for Steve to do his thing.

"Thanks for tonight, I had a great time." You said, not letting go of Steve's hand just yet, both of you half way up the entrance stairs.

"Me too. I…" He huffed and chuckled, looking down at his feet. "I honestly never had a night like this." Steve confessed, still not believing it happened.

"We could do it again. Without Bucky." You whispered, tilting his head up with your finger curled under his chin.

Steve gulped and went to brush his fingers through his hair again but you beat him to it, doing it for him as you smiled softly and got down one step so you could be at similar heights, your eyes never leaving his.

"I'd love to." Steve smiled just as softly, silent for a moment as his eyes dropped to your lips, then went back to your eyes. Perhaps kissing you would be too forward, but he would love to do it.

You were now with your back towards Bucky and Steve could see him from his peripheral vision mouth something to him. Having hearing problems, he got pretty good at reading lips but it was dark, so he couldn't see shit.

"Just kiss her already, ya punk!" Bucky whispered-shouted at his friend when he realized he wasn't getting the message, making you start giggling.

"Sorry about him." Steve giggled nervously, glancing back at you.

"He's right, though." You said, trailing the fingers from your free hand down his tie and then going back up.

Steve's giggle died down instantly, his big blue eyes taking you in for a moment. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nodded, your hand wrapping around his tie to pull him in, your lips pressing softly against his slightly chapped ones.

It was brief, both of you would've kept kissing but you knew it wasn't appropriate.

You smiled against his lips and gave him another one before pulling away.

Steve's lips followed yours for a second, and you couldn't help but kiss him again, the sight too cute to ignore.

"Okay, you have to go now. Ma will worry if I don't go inside soon." You explained with a smile, letting his tie go and making sure it was in place.

"When can I see you again?" Steve asked still holding your hand, even though his hold loosened, knowing he would have to let it go soon.

"Friday?"

"Would you mind if it was sooner?" He asked sheepishly, a shy smile on his face. He was embarrassed to sound desperate, but he couldn't help it.

"Wednesday afternoon. Final offer." You joked with a chuckle.

"Wednesday. I-I'll think of something nice for you." He confirmed with a nod, letting go of your hand to put his hands back on his pockets, dropping to the step you were on.

"Alright. Don't overthink too much, though. I'm a simple gal. I'll like whatever you plan." You said, trailing your finger across his jaw down to his chin in a tender gesture. "I'll go pick up my sister from Bucky's house tomorrow. Be there?"

Steve nodded with a soft smile in response. You then smiled back and leaned down, tilting his head up again to kiss him one last time, your fingers caressing his soft cheek.

Once you pulled away, you looked at Bucky, who was giving you a thumbs up behind Steve with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him, making Steve turn around to see what was going on.

"Jerk." He whispered to himself as he went down the steps to join Bucky.

"Bye James!" You waved at him as he waved you back.

Steve walked backwards, unable to peel his eyes from you and you waved at him too, throwing him a wink that made him smile again. You mouthed a goodnight at him, getting the same response from the blonde before he finally turned back and walked away with Bucky.

Your cheeks hurt like hell from smiling and you knew you had to shake it off before getting inside. You pulled your key out and took a deep breath before stepping in.

"Hello, ma! Yeah, yeah, that was Bucky…"

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iam93percentstardust · 2 years

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Stevetony One Shot Masterlist

Your Darkened Eyes (8k): Post-Endgame Steve is seduced by a young Tony and a darker version of himself

Invisible String (7k): Colorblind Tony can’t see the colors of his Strings of Fate

I Know Places (6k): Mob boss Steve kidnaps Tony

Luminous Glimmers on Ocean Waves (5.5k): Merpeople Steve and Tony meet again for the first time in a long time

At Your Feet (5k): Steve and Tony reunite after a mission

Paper Planes and Silent Joy (5k): Paperman AU

But In Dreams (5k): Post-Endgame mourning and Steve finding happiness where he can

Wave a Magic Wand Over This World (4.5k): Tony makes a decision that nearly destroys his happiness

Thanks for Watching (3.5k): Artist Steve meets Youtuber Tony

Speak Now (3.5k): Tony tries to convince Steve not to marry someone else

It's Gotten Too Darn Hot (3.5k): Tony tries to engineer sexy situations and fails

Champagne Problems (3.5k): Steve and Tony break up after a failed proposal and find their way back to each other

A Day in the Life (3k): An average day in a no-powers AU for Steve and Tony

I'd Search the World for You (3k): A soulmate AU set post-Endgame in the timeline Steve returns to

Hey, Stranger (3k): Steve and Tony try to roleplay as strangers

The Truths We Hide (3k): Loki casts a truth spell on Tony

Today Was a Fairytale (3k): Knight Steve and Prince Tony

Three Little Words (To Turn Your World Upside Down) (2.5k): Steve hasn’t caught up with Tony... yet

Sense of Memory and Desire (2.5k): Steve and Tony stare in a perfume ad

What's Mine is (Not) Yours (2.5k): Cat shifters Steve and Tony

I Found a Love for Me (2.5k): Chair smut

Heartbeats (2.5k): Steve hears heartbeats

Models and Other Odd Things You'll Find on Craigslist (2.5k): Steve needs a model, and Tony is available

Picture This (2k): Steve gets an Instagram account

Don't Blame Me (2k): Steve and Tony fuck in a club

Powerful Men (2k): Mob boss Steve and kept boy Tony

If You Love Me for Me (2k): Secret lovers Steve and Tony arrange their own marriage to stop a war

Wanna Hold On and Feel I Belong (2k): Secret relationship in the far future

And I'm Holding On Tight to You (2k): Fire Spirit Tony tries to court Ice Spirit Steve

Lavender and Sunshine (2k): How Tony and Steve celebrate Steve’s birthday

Star Light, Star Bright (2k): Stardust AU

The Benefits of Dating a Billionaire (2k): Steve likes to fuck Tony in his fancy cars

Beyond the Sea (2k): Pre-wedding fluff

Soft, My Love (1.5k): Soft lazy day fluff

Hey Steven (1.5k): Advice columnist Steve and missed connection Tony fall in love over letters

Jasmine and Peaches (1.5k): Royalty double identity porn

You Can’t Be Married (I’m Trying to Set You Up) (1.5k): Natasha tries to get professors Steve and Tony together

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar (1.5k): Good Omens AU

When I'm Looking at You (1.5k): Steve makes an anxious Tony feel better

Here's to Las Vegas (1.5k): Oops Vegas wedding

Tiny Stark (1.5k): Size kink porn

Wrapped Up in Your Love (1.5k): Tony does his best impersonation of a blanket burrito

Accidentally in Love (1.5k): Natasha tricks Steve and Tony into admitting their feelings

Ask Me Again (1.5k): Post-Civil War AU with established Stevetony

Sweet Dreams (1.5k): Emotional hurt/comfort after Steve has a nightmare

Slow and Sweet as Honey (1k): Lazy, half-asleep smut

Come Back to Me (1k): Post-Endgame AU where one universe’s Steve gives another universe’s Tony a warning

Just Talk to Me (1k): Steve averts the events of Age of Ultron

Triple-A Rated (1k): Bodyguard Steve

I'll Take Care of You (1k): Tony does a skincare routine for Steve

Let's Go See the Stars (1k): Steve and Tony see Rogers: The Musical

Together Again, Again (1k): Movie night fluff for the 10th anniversary of The Avengers

The Other (1k): Vampire Steve tries to convince Tony to let him turn him

Unbearably Adorable (1k): A deaged koala shifter Tony snuggles with grown grizzly bear shifter Steve

For Pleasure (1k): Omegas Steve and Tony share Tony’s heat

Just Breathe (1k): PWP with twink Tony and silver fox Steve

We Begin Again (1k): Branching timeline in Endgame AU

Underneath the Tree (800 words): Tony and Steve have differing opinions on Christmas

Did You Know? (750 words): Married antics

Hoist the Colors (700 words): Pirate Steve comes back for his royal lover

I'll Be Home for Christmas (650 words): Steve promised he’d be home in time for Christmas

Not-So-Ugly Christmas Sweaters (600 words): Steve gives Tony an ugly Christmas sweater

The Christmas Tree (500 words): Tony gives Steve what was supposed to be a jokey surprise

#alle does masterlists

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Steve Rogers Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Please consider none of the stories is available yet.

Stories written for: @steverogersbingo

A1: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Steve’s uncanny flexibility

A 2: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Shower sex

A 3: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Seven minutes in heaven

A 4: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Shang-Chi

A 5: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Massage

B1: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Internet Troll Steve

B2: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Fairytale

B3: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): “Quick, hide behind the sofa!”

B4: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Hand holding

B5: Touchdown (Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader): Sports

C1: ??? (Skinny!Steve Rogers x Reader): Project Rebirth

C2: One hundred degrees (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader): 2012 Steve

C3: Rude (Alpha (Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader): Free Space - Alpha!Steve Rogers

C4: I spy on you (Steve Rogers x Reader): Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

C5: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Infinity Stone(s)

D1: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Bruce Banner

D2: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): John Walker

D3: Clingy Love (Omega!Steve x Alpha!Reader x Omega!Bucky): Cooking/Food

D4: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Asgard

D5: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Were!Steve Rogers

E1: No way! (Steve Rogers x Reader): Watersports

E2: Too much (Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader): Online dating

E3: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Steve can’t dance

E4: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Colorblind Steve

E5: ??? (Steve Rogers x Reader): Road trip to the Grand Canyon

Find more special events/bingos here: Special Events & Stories Masterlist

#Steve Rogers Bingo masterlist #steverogersbingo #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve x reader #steve x y/n #steve x reader smut #nomad steve rogers

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suzukiblu · 3 years

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The fanon of colorblind preserum Steve Rogers being able to see color for the first time post-serum, for @zepysgirl. Haven’t tried to draw Steve in a minute.

#steve rogers #captain america #mcu #marvel #zepysgirl #rinart

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cardest · 3 years

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

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