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Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart (1983)
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Todays rip: 16/02/2024
Owner of a Mahjong Board
Season 7
Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume Ruby
Also on: Now That's What I Call Quality! 3
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Happy (late) birthday, circunflexo!!
The trilogy of "Now That's What I Call Quality!" albums are some of the most interesting on SiIvaGunner's discography. A majority of the channel's other albums can be categorized into three categories - There's the mega-albums, compiling rips from several months; the event albums, bringing together most of the rips featured in one or several channel events; and finally the themed albums, that collect rips of a similar type spread across the entire channel's life. Yet as is hinted at by their title, the Now That's What I Call Quality! albums are unique in their mission purpose: beyond featuring a handful of rips first featured at MAGFest, they also aim to be a concise bundle of some of the finest rips made during the most recent Seasons of the channel. And with Season 7 being perhaps the strongest year yet in terms of rip quality (in my eyes only truly rivaled by Season 6), it was inevitable that Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 would end up being one of the best - if not THE best - album the channel has ever released.
I've covered rips from these albums a few times before, yet its typically been ones of far larger scope. For instance, Everyday Goodbyes (SiIvaGunner Band Cover) as featured on the first Now That's What I Call Quality! album is perhaps the most pure form of a "passion project" that the channel has ever released. Much the same can also be said about the still-insanely-impressive Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) featured on this third album - yet passion comes in all sizes, all forms, and all kinds of ambitions. What Owner of a Mahjong Board, and so many of the other rips featured on these albums demonstrate, is the rippers of SiIvaGunner putting their best foot forward, showing in as many varied ways as possible just how talented they all are. The value a rip holds is not merely about its scale or complexity - crucially, as we all know, high quality rips are all about...well, quality.
Owner of a Mahjong Board, then, brings us back to the territory of Mahjong Bangers, as I first defined back in Never Gonna Give Up Mahjong and previously covered in voiceless - simple ds series vol. 01 - the mahjong (¥1480). These rips are never ones to bring in the views by pure virtue of most SiIvaGunner fans lacking nostalgic attachment to them, yet they're consistently some of the most well-done arrangement rips on the channel - simple, yet deviously effective. There's some sort of mythical curse, some sort of shared, spiked beverage that all the Mahjong game composers drink, to where they all wind up featuring incredibly distinct, banging soundscapes - most prominently on SiIvaGunner itself, showing off the pure vibes of its Nintendo DS entries in particular. Owner of a Mahjong Board's YouTube upload sits at barely about 6K views, yet in my eyes deserves so much more. Different from the prior rips of his I've covered such as You Are Book Smart or Windows Wonga Wappa, circunflexo here gets to show off his skills as a pure arranger, with this being a rendition of Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes. The dance-rock feel of Owner of a Lonely Heart lends itself perfectly to the particular instruments featured in "Simple DS Series Vol. 1 - The Mahjong" in particular - its lounge-y feel, compressed guitars, and bevvy of synths give the track such a unique yet recognizable texture, wholly identifiable as Owner of a Lonely Heart, yet also oh-so-clearly Mahjong at the same time. The premise of the rip is deceptively simple for a rip that feels so incredible layered, dense in authenticity to the original Yes song whilst showing off every little piece of the patented Mahjong Banger soundscape that earned them that title to begin with.
I could dissect Owner of a Mahjong Board layer by layer (and believe you me, the guitar solo in particular deserves special mention) yet it all amounts to the same core point: circunflexo has done an incredible job of translating a banger song in the style of games with a banging set of instruments. Be it sentence mixing, arrangements, YTPMVs or anything inbetween, the guy seems to be downright unstoppable - dare I say, one of the best rippers from the channel's recent seasons - and I cannot wait to hear what more he's got cooking for Season 8.
#Bandcamp#Youtube#todays siivagunner#season 7#siivagunner#siiva#circunflexo#mahjong#mahjong bangers#Yes band#prog rock#progressive rock#owner of a lonely heart#90125#nintendo ds#nintendo ds music#nds music
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an angel at the bus stop [ 2/8 ]
pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader
summary—the origin of the yellow umbrella and the lost notebook that get's returned
warnings—this is all just pure fluff, dorky Steve and the he has lots of anxiety, Steve's a dumbass, this guy was and is definitely accident prone
a/n | I think I have a kink for meet-cute scenarios (╥﹏╥)
I don't like using y/n so I used the name Sunny for introductions
this is so cheesy (ノಠ益ಠ)ノi h8 myself
dude Tumblr did something weird and the words went to different places so i hope nothing's wrong since I fixed it now ⊙﹏⊙
❥ owner of a lonely heart
Steve's in bed wide eyed without a single ounce of sleepiness in his mind, maybe he just didn't want to sleep as he kept changing his positions on the bed that felt too soft. It felt like he’d sink any second, like laying on a bed made of marshmallows.
He secretly didn't want to sleep because if he did, he'd dream of all the things he missed.
He'd dream about the life he could have had before the serum, the war, and the sleeping for decades.
Most nights he'd have nightmares, specifically about Bucky, his best pal falling off the train a million times and every single time he's reminded how he couldn't save him.
Bucky would never want him to blame himself of course, but his thoughts can't help but drift to how he was finally a hero but he couldn't even save his best friend.
He'd also have the usual dream about the bar, surrounded by the Howling Commandos as he and Peggy finally have their dance.
He'd cling to the memories he had like it was yesterday because it was—for him all of it just happened recently, but decades had passed and he can never go back.
He had enough and decided to just sleep on the sofa as he watched the rain drizzle against his window on this lonely Sunday night.
His thoughts drifting back to you, he was consumed by the memories of that afternoon that you gave him free dessert and how he feels like he knew you.
Then it clicked like a light bulb above his head dinged, he did know you! he met you, a week before meeting you at that small coffee shop.
Just like the night he met you, it was raining. heavily
flashback in Steve’s POV
He met you after leaving the bus stop and that was the story of how a bright yellow umbrella currently rested at the side of his front door.
The rain poured violently as Steve walked away from the bus stop after being dropped off, he waited a couple minutes hoping the weather would get better but alas it unfortunately didn't.
As he realized he'd just have to walk home completely soaked, he groaned as he decided to use his brown leather jacket as a makeshift umbrella. How badly he wished he brought one as the rain continuously poured down on him. He was used to it though, he was a soldier and the war didn't pick a weather.
He didn't walk too fast, not taking the chances with the slippery road. He didn't worry much about getting sick because the serum had strengthened his immune system.
His day was honestly going badly. He still hasn't grasped the concept of electronics yet and he had just received the files about Peggy , the Howling Commandos.Oh! and his microwave broke–just great. He had to go out to eat which led him walking home soaked from head to toe.
… and then he met you, probably the only good thing about his day
As he walked the side of the empty sidewalk lit by the lamp posts that stood a few feet away from each other, there you were, your figure blurred due to the rain drops that went in his eyes.
He blinked the rain drops away to see you better, you were wearing a simple white dress that glowed against the dark street and as he observed you more he noticed the sunflowers around your dress. Your white dress and bright smile could've fooled Steve that you were an angel.
What made you stand out though?
the obvious big bright yellow umbrella that is.
Weirdly the scene that played Infront of Steve seemed magical, majestic even. You probably didn't notice him as you walked right past him. The five seconds of briefly seeing you, he already wanted to see you again.
He saw your bright smile as your hair was slightly damp. You were smiling as you walked barefoot, probably towards the bus station he just came from. You were holding your heels in one hand as the other tightly clutched the umbrella.
Steve stood still for a couple seconds mesmerized by you. You were like the sun in the middle of all the rain, literally. You looked like the sun in Steve's eyes that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he hit the lamp post a bit hard, he clutched his nose groaning in pain, from the hard pole and his stupidity.
He suddenly felt the rain stop and as he glanced up, a yellow umbrella came to sight. He looked to his side, and there you were the girl that caught his eyes looking at him worried. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you were waving your hand in front of him.
Great, you just saw the mighty Captain America be the biggest idiot in the rain.
“ DUDE YOU OKAY? didn't catch a concussion did you!!???! DO I CALL 911!? “ you exclaimed in panic as he remained silent, watching your movement as you quickly tried to grab something from your pocket
“ hey! im okay—im fine, thanks “ he said forcing a smile with a slightly reddish nose and a flushed face hoping to keep you calm
“ HEY! you can have my umbrella, I’m waiting at the bus stop and you seem like you need it “ you declared probably pitying him as you pat his shoulder
He was mentally facepalming himself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the beautiful dame in front of him.
“ you don't have to,truly im fine, miss “
“ it's fine you can have it and i hope your nose is fine “
before he could refuse you already ran away towards the direction of the soon arriving bus, using your hand to shield yourself. You momentarily seek protection from the rain at the bus stop he previously was at.
“ THANK YOU! “ Steve yelled from a distance and saw you turn around to smile at him with a small wave of a hand before you boarded the empty bus and left. He was gonna run after you and maybe strike a conversation, seeing as you stayed at the bus stop temporarily but quickly backing out because of fear that you'd think he was a creep.
He smiles at the memory of you and the umbrella you gave him. Maybe he had to thank his stupidity sometimes. If it weren't for the physical evidence of your umbrella in his apartment, he'd think you weren't real. You felt like a fragment of imagination , maybe caused by hitting his head on the lamp post that night.
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He didn't know what to think of the fact he met you again. He never thought out of all the people who worked in the shop he went for coffee, it would be you who’d make his coffee. He thought maybe it was fate, a brief chance of luck.
All he could do was smile as he thought of how he'd act the third time he’ll meet you, maybe with less foolishness.
‘ they did say third times the charm ‘
‘ did she remember me? ‘
‘ Is that why she gave me cake? ‘
' the cake was good '
‘ DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT? ‘
' What coffee do I order next? '
Different thoughts and questions came to mind as he drifted to sleep with a smile, for the first time since he woke up—the sleep felt calm. It didn't have the feeling of fear that he wouldn't wake up again and it wasn't another nightmare about the past.
He dreamt of something funny this time, the monkey he once drew but instead of his uniform and shield, the monkey held a yellow umbrella and a banana as it unicycled over a sunny field.
Here you are now, working another day at the coffee shop on a boring Monday night. You were currently outside as you were painting the sign of the coffee express halfway. You muttered curse after curse angrily as you mentally pictured your boss for giving you this annoying task, you were an art major but you weren't a freaking carpenter.
He slept peacefully for the first time and maybe it was because of you.
There's also the current painting you needed to finish for another class you were taking which you hadn't done as you had a knack for procrastinating to the last second.
Though you were thankful since your boss allowed you to use the extra paint for your project, you were just annoyed at painting the large sign at two am.
You attempted to reach for the higher parts of the sign board, that you momentarily forgot you were standing on a ten feet tall ladder. Your balance slipped as your shoes were no longer feeling the unstable ladder but quickly about to plummet on your death.
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You never hit the ground though, you kept your eyes close not realizing a pair of thick arms cradled your form.
Were you dead? Was death like this? you didn't feel the fall as you quickly died? that's it? you died falling while painting a stupid sign?
You slowly adjust your vision to the bright light of the lamp post thinking it's the lights of heaven, not quickly seeing a pair of blue eyes filled with worry looking at you, you couldn't hear what he was saying distracted by the fact the guy you had a little crush on is in front of you.
Why the fuck would he be the one to greet you in the gates of heaven? Were you in a coma and are currently imagining him?
“ you're hot “ you voiced out without thinking instead of asking if you were still alive.
“ what? “ Steve asked confusedly still gravely worried
“ Am I dead? “ you finally asked, just as you saw yourself through the reflection of the shop, you were in the arms of the cute guy as he stood there, easily holding you like a sack of potatoes.
“ you okay? “
“ yeah , I think my life just flashed before my eyes … “ you said monotonously still a bit out of it as you felt yourself slowly get steadied on the ground with your hands in instinct using his shoulders as support
“ nice muscles … “ you weren't even high but close death might have just given you no shame as you compliment Steve for the second time without a single thought in mind
“ thank you? … Are you okay? seriously? Can I call someone? hey, look at me “ Steve ignoring the compliment and staring worryingly as he saw you staring at the floor, he used his one hand to make you glance up at him, hoping you didn't have a concussion as remembered you not hitting the ground.
The action made you melt, feeling his warm big hand on your cheek and staring at his piercing blue eyes obviously worried about you, you blushed as you made him drop his hand or else you would have straight up kissed him there and there.
You fanned yourself quickly as you planned out what you were about to say without embarrassing yourself as you tried to control your blushing.
“ thank you … uhh what’s your name? i feel like I should know the guy who saved my life just now “
“ Steve uhh Rogers “ he stated hesitantly, afraid you'd recognize his name from a museum.
“ Steve—oh my god! “ you shrieked with excitement
Hearing you say his name for the first time also made Steve want to make you say it a hundred times more.
' there it is, you knew him ' he voice in his head readying himself for the
' your the Captain America! '
“ —you just saved my life, oh my god! Thank you!! Do you want cake? because we have lots of cake! “ he breathe a laugh at your nervous demeanor , thankful that you didn't know who he actually was
He chuckled at your offering of cake for saving your life, he found everything you did fascinating and just absolutely adorable
“ Sure , maybe just like the free sample you gave me last time? “
“ The cookies n’ cream special? of course, anything you like actually “ you remarked as you opened the glass door for him to enter
“ Perfect timing, if you weren't there I'd probably be dead or with a broken spine, wait–what are you doing out here?It's like 2 am? doubt you were jogging based on your attire “ you said teasing as you looked at his outfit which is a simple black leather jacket and black pants with evident white paint along with his polished black shoes
“ oh my god, sorry for the paint Steve… god I'm such a clutz “ you said placing the whole plate of chilled cake on the table as Steve lifted his foot seeing there are paint stains on him only as far as his knee
“ don't worry about that, I can replace these—can't replace a life uhh your name? “ he chuckled nervously as he didn't know your name
“ Sunny “ you replied
“ even your name is pretty, Sunny “ uttered Steve rather quickly as the thought came to him, the comment making you both blush
“ And I was here on a walk? “ Steve stated with uncertainty since he only went here to see you, maybe order coffee on a small chance that he'd be able to talk to you
“ oh thought you were here for this “ you said as you reached for the sketchbook that became a bit dusty under the counter, you raised the book in hand waving it slightly
You both sat conversing at one of the tables as you ate both a piece of the cake. The conversation going from his sketches to your empty canvas he spotted. You guys talked for an hour about art, him saving your life to small things like favorite color, food and to why Steve seemed old fashioned in which you guessed was that he's mormon. Steve agreed even if he didn't exactly know what that meant, better than you finding out he was basically a 97 year old breathing fossil.
“ oh! yeah, definitely passed by here to get that thing back “ Steve laughed, ditching the lame excuse he previously exclaimed.
Then it started raining, drizzle hitting the window panels of the shop added by a surge of lighting startling both of you. Steve got a feeling of deja vu except both of you fortunately aren't soaked from head to toe.
“ ugh , I don't have a ride home or an umbrella, I miss my umbrella “ you said remembering that you gave away your umbrella to some stranger a week ago.
The umbrella does not really hold an important meaning but you did have it for three years.
You had forgotten the memory of the guy you gave your umbrella to though, it wasn't like you were the kindest person on earth—you just saw a guy crash his face into a lamppost and felt bad, felt like the least you could do was give your umbrella to the poor idiot.
Though your statement made Steve choke on his second slice of cake
“ So what happened to your umbrella? “ Steve asked nervously, realizing you didn't recognize it was him you gave your umbrella to.
“ gave it to some idiot who hit his face on the street pole “ you said casually with a chuckle as you took another bite of the cake slice you had staring at the window being rained at
“ I–i was the guy you gave the yellow umbrella to “ he proclaimed carefully as he saw you quickly turn your head towards him
“ I never mentioned it was yellow … you were that idiot!? “ you said with an amused laugh as you saw Steve laugh as well with slightly reddened cheeks
“ harsh but yes , i'm the idiot “ said Steve embarrassingly as he covered his face
“ for what it counts you're a very cute idiot “ you said making Steves face blush more
“ So just to be sure you're not a stalker right … ? “ you said casually as if that would save you if Steve is actually a stalker but you knew he was too nice to be one
“ no-no of course note, that would never be my intention, i would n-never invade your privacy “ Steve stammered as he stood up from his seat
You bursted out laughing seeing his panicked state
‘ he looks too cute, definitely not a stalker–well if he is ,i am not complaining ‘ you thought
“ I'm only teasing, don't worry Steve " you said making him take a deep breath while sitting back down
“ Wanna recreate the first time we met? “ you teased as you gazed outside that had rain still continuously pouring after an hour and a half
“ I'm just gonna wrap up the cake so you can take it home “
The two's conversation continued , well more of just you teasing Steve about the rain incident. You enjoyed making Steve blush, the cutest parts were when his ears would turn red.
“ you don't have to give me the whole cake Sunny, I already had two slices “ said Steve sheepishly seeing you clean up and pack up the cake in a box
“ oh , don't worry about that , you my dashing hero deserve more than one box of cake, i'd give you this coffee shop if i could for saving my life “ you stated as a fact, you were still a bit in shock that you could have died moments ago but Steve definitely made you feel better, having him as company.
The rain stopped a couple minutes later though, fortunately you and Steve wouldnt have to be soaked from head to toe again.
" just wait here, I need to get my bag from the storage room " you announced smiling already walking inside the average sized room that was beside the cashier
As you were packing up your belongings, Steve's having an internal turmoil about how it would be appropriate to ask for your number but it also could potentially end up as him screwing everything up
He heard it was more normal now to ask for a lady’s number but he didn't even know if he's your friend.
" fuck this " he said as he stood outside the door hearing faint sounds of you packing your things, a surge of confidense hitting him as he felt determined to get your number.
Even if he didn't have a smartphone, he'd just use a normal telephone that he could ask from Fury.
As you open the door going inwards , you come very close face to face with Steve. The close proximity makes you both freeze and slightly redden. He lets out a small squeak of Hi while shyly rubbing his neck as he asks “ I know this is pretty forward but could I get your number? “ , he anxiously waits for your answer while fear grows inside him as the silence continues.
He finally exhales the air he didn’t know he's been keeping in as you cheerfully replied
“ sure! “ with a wide grin you take a paper to write your number in
Steve waits outside as you arrange some things in the shop before actually closing.
Steve smiles brightly as you gave him the paper that had your phone number, carefully tucking it in his pocket for safe keeping.
He couldn't contain his excitement, whispering shout a ‘yes’ as he fist bumps the air having successfully got your number.
" bucky would be proud, rogers " he said patting his own shoulder with a ridiculous smile
" You got the girl’s number and a cake " he said smugly as he looked at you as you unplugged some sockets and glanced at the cake in hand inside a box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon.
“ ready to go madam? “
“ yes , superman “
“ like the guy with laser eyes? … and big muscles “ teased Steve remembering your comment making you blush as you punch his bicep
“ you’re annoying “ you grumble while walking away fast but a smile couldn't help but escape your lips
“ hey! wait for me “ shouted Steve from a distance
“ eat my dust old man “ you joked as you ran a bit while Steve groans not being able to run as he's carrying a cake
The two continued chasing each other playfully through the empty wet streets, splashing some puddles along the way. Steve being the gentleman he is, walked you to your house and refused to walk away even if his apartment was in another direction. He didn't want to leave you until he had seen you walk inside your house with his own eyes ensuring your safety. The night ended with you kissing Steves cheek for walking you home
“ night, my hero ~~ “ you said as Steve started walking away but still looking at you
“ goodnight sunshine ~~ “ he voiced from a distance making you giggle as you walked inside your house ending the night
Steve turned away smiling in pure bliss, walking the empty street as the sunrise started to show.
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I hope my being weird or my sense of humor adds some value. 😩
#sad memes#sad boii#sbg#2001#memes#fml#fml fr#stuck in a loop#owner of a lonely heart#down bad#down badddd
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Watch "YES - Owner of a Lonely Heart (Official Music Video)" on YouTube
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Owner Of A Lonely Heart - Yes - 1983
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Good morning and happy Thursday. I woke up today thinking about when music changed for me. As a kid I grew up on AM radio, oldies and the country music my father played in the car. In 1983, at 11 years old, all of that changed as I discovered FM. Top 40 and rock radio, clear and loud and incredible. To me, 1983 was the best year. So today is all about 1983.
Be Safe Be Kind And Be Awesome
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𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢
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12:45 AM EDT September 14, 2023:
Yes - "Owner Of A Lonely Heart"
From the box set In A Word: Yes
(July 30, 2002)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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YES - Owner of a Lonely Heart (Official Music Video)
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Yes, Owner Of A Lonely Heart, 1985
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"I'm the owner of a loving heart baby cause I love you with the whole damn thing.."
Much better than an owner of a lonely heart - eUë
#owner of a lonely heart#owner of my heart#i love you#loving heart#warm heart#with my whole heart#with my whole soul#melts my heart#falling in love#fell in love#fall in love#in love#loving you#lovers#sweet#thinking of you#thinking about you#thinking of her#thinking#thoughts#think thonk#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled words#love quotes#love#love quote life quotes#love quote for her#quoteoftheday#romance
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the best days are sunny [ 3/8 ]
pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader
summary—steve hasn't made a move yet and neither have you, both of you enjoy the growing friendship first
warnings—pure fluff, the platonic side of sunny and steve, the friends in friends to lovers
a/n—Captain America would definitely be part of your history curriculum classes if you were in the mcu
also I guess their in D.C.???
❥ owner of a lonely heart masterlist
Eating cake for breakfast, a delicacy Steve could never imagine he would be able to experience due to growing up in poverty. The experience felt extra special knowing the cake was given by you.
Steve's in a good mood, he hummed the tune of the song that was playing by the radio he bought as he attacked his second slice of cake. He didn't worry about the sugar since the serum improved his metabolism. He could actually eat the whole cake if he could and he could still have the energy to go to the gym afterwards.
He stopped on his third slice, saving the rest for all throughout the week as five more were left in the box.
It's now been a month and a half since Steve met you, more than a month since you became the first genuine friend he had in a long time.
He felt a little bit of guilt as the fact that he's Captain America was still hidden from you but he couldn't help but want to cherish the time that you still know him just as Steve Rogers, a guy from Brooklyn who's a little old fashioned.
Steve doesn't doubt your kindness, No, that's not it. Anxiety, fear and disappointment were just clouding his judgment, god knows you wouldn't put it against him to hide that he was a war hero in the forties, or that he's technically more than 9 decades old or that he was frozen in the ice for 70 years, he's just too afraid that your thoughts about him would change. He wasn't too sure that you wouldn't find someone like him a freak. He's too afraid to lose you too soon.
You were his first genuine friend and he sees that as a rare luxury, a genuine friend that didn't want him for the shield or that didn't want him for the serum. To you he wasn’t a super soldier or an asset for missions, to you his a friend.
He starts to reminisce about the friendship that grew between the two of you in the course of six weeks.
You're the only source of peace he has right now, his sanctuary, his solace and he hoped to keep it that way.
He knew you'd learn about the truth sooner or later but he wanted to keep you for himself first, to keep you from knowing who Captain America is, to know the life he had that was filled with dread and hopelessness amidst the war even if they did win. He didn't want you to see the loneliness that filled his being, the emptiness he felt, the way he felt like a shell of the real Steve Rogers. Steve didn't want you to know how truly lonely he is
… well he isn't too lonely, now that he has you.
The six weeks of spending time with you have been the happiest days Steve experienced in a very long, long time.
companion in morning shifts
Steve became a regular after the night he caught you in his arms, maybe also because he now craved the cake you gave every now and then. He developed a sweet tooth for 21st century desserts.
Just like an early bird, Steve is now always the first customer at The Coffee Express. He enjoyed the coffee and he also enjoyed your company. He finds the excuse of not finding a more delicious coffee served at your shop, compared to anywhere else but of course it's always because of you. The morning felt much merrier if he started it with you, having breakfast and coffee with you as you start to fix the shop for the morning shift made him feel warm inside. Half of his day was mostly spent with you, the other half mostly being at the gym or visiting the Smithsonian museum, though it's not like he goes there everyday … only on Sundays because that's your day off.
" So what's your job? you're here Monday to Saturday, every morning and sometimes even at night, can't help but think you're giving me too much of your time Stevie " you chuckle as you refill his coffee, leaning against the marble table top beside the register.
Stevie, the nickname never missed to give him butterflies that he passed off as him just not being used to be called sweetly by a beautiful girl as yourself.
Steve sat awkwardly, sitting on a chair near your cashier as the morning went slow. The shop only had 8 customers by 7 am. He didn't know how to answer your question, technically he's a retired veteran, in short he's unemployed.
" I was a soldier " was all Steve could answer, a pang of sadness hitting him as he remembered his comrades, as he remembered Bucky.
" Oh? military guy, nice "
"—you seem young but I'm guessing you're done with your tour? or you're on a little break? " you asked knowing a little bit of knowledge about military as your father and grandfather used to be both in the army
" honorable discharge " replied Steve not wanting to dwell into the subject matter more
" good, I didn't want to have to worry about you if you were out there, I don't want you losing a limb "
" I'm a tough guy, don't ever have to worry about me doll " Steve smugly says, playfully flexing his muscles and the nickname just naturally rolling off his tongue
" God, you really are old fashioned, you even talk like my grandfather, doll? really? but i kinda like it "
you laughed, snorting at the end while covering half your face hoping to not look undesirable Infront of the blonde soldier.
Opposite to what you have thought, your laugh was now Steve's favorite sound, even his old favorite forties song couldn't compare. Everything you did seemed magical and exceptional to Steve's eyes, even simple as a laugh.
Steve felt relieved that you didn't find the nickname offensive, he knew the time was different and that the things he knew changed.
He also felt awkward knowing he was as old as your grandfather, granted that he was frozen and that he still felt twenty seven mentally, he couldn't help but seem old because he really is from the forties.
" … you know my grandfather was a soldier too "
" really? so he fought in world war 2? "
" yeah was part of … what was it? 109? 107th! yeah that's it he was in the 107th! " you answered as you remembered your father telling you stories of how his father fought in the war.
Steve's smile immediately dropped upon recognizing the unit of the men he saved, he was still grieving Bucky, it may have been seven decades to everyone since Sergeant James Barnes lost his life but for Steve it was still fresh. The large gaping wound left by the death of his best friend, best pal, his buddy is still bleeding. He's still grieving the loss of his fellow soldier.
" hey you okay? Did I say something?? " you asked, your voice laced with worry as you see Steve's frozen form, eyes on the table top with evident sadness.
" yeah … my grandfather was there too " Steve lied, not even remembering the face of his grandfather, god he could hardly even remember his own dad's face.
" Oh, I heard all of them got captured once by the Nazis and this guy with a shield saved them, Captain America was it? cool outfit but like has this ridiculous helmet on " you snort only remembering the image of a guy in stripes and stars wielding a shield half his size.
Steve didn't know whether or not this was you hinting that you knew him, because if you knew Captain America, surely you would've known the name Steve Rogers.
" it wasn't that ridiculous … " Steve muttered, feeling a bit offended as you insulted his helmet, he subtly pouted.
" oh come on, have you seen it? the shield is cool and all but the helmet just looks … disastrous " you said with a shudder as you remember the little white wings on the side of the blue helmet and the capital A on the front, you briefly remember Captain America, the hero who won the war and died.
You mostly remember him for saving your grandfather, technically being the reason you exist at all, you don't remember studying him in highschool having been a bit of a rebellious teen who didn't like history.
you're his food trip buddy
Boiled potatoes are not a favorite of Steve, at all and he's very much glad that the modern times have better food to offer.
" you haven't had a taco? like your whole life " you asked in disbelief as the two of you walked the streets. As you spot a Mexican food stand, you immediately grab Steve's hands, feeling the large warm hand wrap with yours making you slightly blush. The redness of your face is masked by the darkness of the night.
" mormon … "
" right … "
You happily watch Steve take his first bite, smiling proudly seeing his wide eyes as he takes three more bites immediately finishing the taco. Steve's eyes lit up with sparks as he bit into the delicious delicacy. The flavors burst in his mouth, the craving for more food consumed his thoughts.
" Sunny, another! " said Steve enthusiastically, slightly jumping like a child at a fair.
" You're lucky I like you Stevie " that was the first time you called him Stevie, it's only been a week since you've befriended the cute guy and even if you had found some things about him odd, you never pointed them out.
You were the one who introduced one of the number one fast food chains to Steve, that which would be McDonalds. Finding it weird that Steve never had McDonalds, you didn't say a thing thinking it was just how mormons were raised.
You didn't have a clue about mormons other than they technically still exist and they don't drink coffee.
" Okay so I ordered a classic double cheeseburger, fries and a coke float " you informed as you chomp hungrily on the burger making your cheeks stuffed, your puffed cheeks looked so adorable in Steve's eyes.
He stares at you lovingly as he wipes the crumbs off the side of your mouth. You choke on the burger as you were caught off guard by Steve's gesture. Steve panicked and immediately gave you his drink as yours were empty, sitting beside you as he rubs your back. The two laughed as you regained composure after almost dying because of a burger.
his personal tech whiz
Steve didn't know much about the modern technology the 21st century provided. He still preferred the vehicles from the forties specially his sweet bike unfortunately is now owned by the government and is kept in the Smithsonian. It was stupid that they couldn't give it to him, it's technically his.
" so you just click it? "
" as far as I know that's how cameras work Stevie "
You blink as Steve clicks his phone with a flash that captures you in surprise. The look on your face in the picture made Steve giggle.
" Steve you kinda have to warn people when you take a picture of them or else you get a lawsuit "
" Fine, you take a picture of us " He says handing you the small white rectangular phone.
Steve's heart leaped from his chest as you pulled him closer with your arm on his shoulder. The soft strands of your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck as you put your head close to his. He swore he could smell the vanilla shampoo you were using as your head was so close to his.
" so I can basically watch anything here? "
" cute animal videos to how to fix your car is all uploaded on that app "
You grinned wide while wiping one of the coffee mugs as you see Steve hold the small phone with both his large hands, a big smile etched on his face as he watches a compilation of animal videos.
you give him comfort
You being Steve's genuine friend meant a lot to him, even if he knew in the back if his head that he should tell you who he really is. The guilt became harder to bear as the days went by and as a month passed, Steve felt the ghost of his mother nagging him for lying to a sweet girl such as yourself.
Steve knew he had issues, even before going down with the Valkyrie and being frozen for seventy years. He still hasn't processed everything, it felt as if time kept moving and he was unable to ever catch up. From technology that he couldn't grasp how it works to pop culture references he couldn't understand, but at least you were there.
He knew you saw the oddness of his personality, he's thankful you never said a word about it even if it was obvious that you just wanted to ask why the hell he didn't know all these things. He appreciates the way you explain the jokes he couldn't phantom.
" Do you ever feel like you don't belong? " Steve said with a serious tone as you both sat at the park bench while sipping coffee
" lot's of times but you know what's good with us not belonging anywhere " You said as you put an arm around Steve's broad shoulders
" what? "
" we can be lost together, that's the point of having a friend Steve, you're not alone, you should remember that " you said with a smile as you flick his forehead
He didn't react for a second but as you saw his devilish smile you stood up quickly as you ran. He puts down his empty coffee cup as he starts to chase you around the park.
The two laughed as they ran around the park with the sun shining brightly against the clear blue sky. Bubbles floated around with different dogs running wild, Steve's scenery with you and the park felt so peaceful, he swore he could stay there forever.
It's already noon when Steve saw you got tired already, still laughing as you suggested that you and him should just lay down and stare at the sky as clouds formed against the pinkish yellow sky.
" that one look likes a baby "
" looks more like a jelly bean "
every movie is funnier with you
Not that you were annoyed but you couldn't take it that Steve didn't know all the good films you've been referencing.
" Here " You said as you slid a small burgundy notebook towards Steve across the marble top of the coffee shop.
" It's a notebook??? "
" write all the stuff I recommend there and watch some of them without me "
" look, you gotta catch up with the greatest films and songs of all time! " You exclaimed, putting your hands in the hair dramatically.
Steve smiles as he takes the small notebook and opens it while writing his name on the first page.
You dictated a couple things that Steve immediately wrote so that he'd be more informed of the modern world. He asked about the most famous things you knew, well more like what every person should know if they were living in the year 2011. You didn't think much of it and just said random things that came into mind.
Inside Steve's notebook—
Moon Landing
Steve Jobs ( Apple )
Thai Food
Star Wars / Trek
My Chemical Romance ( band )
Grey's Anatomy ( TV Show )
Rocky ( Rocky II?? )
Mean Girls ( movie )
Legally Blonde ( Legally blonde 2 )
The two fell into a routine of every Friday night they'd watch one movie, one movie that either you loved or would love to watch. Even if sometimes Steve found the movie you picked odd, he wouldn't complain because you made every bad movie enjoyable by simply watching it with him.
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