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The Sweet Gestures Meme

the sweet gestures meme

Everyone loves sweet gestures—little things that remind someone that you love them, that you think of them, that you care for their general, and other things. A gesture could be made towards a friend, a family member, or some other loved one. Maybe towards a total stranger you think deserves something to make them smile.

prompts

1. LOVE NOTES ❤ Everyone loves love notes, and they don’t even have to be romantic. It could be simple as ‘have a good day at work’ or even something funny to brighten someone’s day.

2. BREAKFAST IN BED ❤ Especially on a Sunday morning or after a long, late shift at work, breakfast in bed with their favorite foods is surely the way to start the day off right.

3. PHONE CALL ❤ Who doesn’t like a phone call from someone they love, for no reason? A nice conversation can be all someone needs to have a better day or make a good day be a great one.

4. SWEET TREAT ❤ Late at night when you’re both tired from work or just general day-to-day things, something sweet from the local bakery can be just the thing you need.

5. MASSAGE ❤ While a wonderful idea, swapping massages can be a good idea too, or doing it after a nice bubble bath you made for them, or just randomly.

6. RANDOM HUG ❤ Even if they are not having a bad day, how could a hug not bring a smile to someone’s face?

7. SMALL GIFT ❤ It could be a piece of jewelry that caught your eye and reminded you of them, a stuffed animal you won at the carnival… just something small and sweet that you are sure they are going to love no matter how cheap or expensive it is.

8. FLOWERS ❤ From a florist or from a random patch of green, the surprise of flowers for someone you know and/or love is always welcomed! Look into their meanings to make the bouquet, big or small, become extra special.

9. RENT A MOVIE ❤ Sure, you might not like the genre of the movie, but if the other person does, then that is all that matters.

10. SLOW DANCE ❤ Middle of the living room, randomly while on a date, or maybe that is the whole purpose of the date. Slow dances are so underrated.

11. SURPRISE GETAWAY ❤ Yes, that is just what you guys need: a vacation from things, even if it’s just for a day or two and is not half way across the world. From a family vacation to a romantic spur of the moment, everyone loves going to a new place.

12. SURPRISE KISS ❤ Who doesn’t like a surprise kiss? A soft one on the cheek, a kiss being the thing to wake you up in the morning, or a big one right when you walk through the door.

13. HOLD HANDS ❤ There is nothing like holding hands. It’s a simple and intimate gesture, and if you do it the right way, it could have a whole different meaning.

14. COOK DINNER ❤ Come on, give it a go. Who cares if you’re not the best cook in the world or possibly the worst? It’s the thought that counts.

15. WILD CARD ❤ Was there something missed? Did you have another scene in mind? Want to roll again?

POSTED BY luuupin @ allmymemes

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She was so glad that he didn't automatically reject her offer. Spending time with him would inevitably include things like watching movies, so why not make the most of the opportunity and help him learn about the things that came up in everyday conversation and, sometimes, had helped to shape society.

Like Disney. It was amazing to her to realize that he'd seen Snow White in theaters but had no idea of the legacy that had followed.

"Oh sugar," she said softly, a look of awe and affection in her eyes. "We could watch a Disney movie every night for a month and still not get through them all. Walt Disney's name is known all over the world, their movies are dubbed into dozens of other languages. It's not just movies, or even short cartoons, either - there's an entire industry creating family entertainment under the Disney name. There are even whole amusement parks based on Disney's creations; Disneyland opened in California in 1955, and it's still one of the most popular vacation spots in the world, especially for families."

At the mention of the park, Rogue knew immediately that she take Steve there one day. When they'd watched the films and he knew the characters and stories, she would take him there and show him that part of the world that he lived in now. She could hardly wait.

In his day, watching movies entailed dressing up, going to the theater, maybe drinks before or dinner after. He kept forgetting that you could buy movies to watch at home. He was still getting used to television (he had one, but rarely used it, since he didn't understand about 90% of what people were talking about).

At first, Steve was puzzled by her reaction, until she told him just how many movies there were, and how famous Disney had become, and his whole face lit up. He stopped drawing, unconsciously leaning forward and pulling his sketchbook to his chest as he listened to her explain all that had been accomplished, all because Walt Disney hadn't given up in the face of his naysayers.

"That," Steve had to pause, his voice scratchy from emotion, "is amazing. I had no idea... Wow." He pulled his sketchbook back down, glancing at it consideringly before he began drawing in the final touches. If Walt Disney could do all that... maybe him becoming a comics penciller wasn't so far-fetched, after all.

Glancing quickly back and forth between Rogue and the drawing a few times, Steve finally nodded. "Okay. Finished." He handed it to her for inspection. Even if she hated it, nothing she said would be any worse than he'd heard before.

Rogue didn't know much of Walt Disney's story, she was sad to admit, but something in it clearly resonated with Steve, and for that alone she would make it a point to watch as many Disney-related things with him as he wanted. She hadn't been much of a fan of the "Princess" films when she was growing up, especially the early ones where the woman always seemed to need rescuing, but there were some that she especially liked and was excited to share with him. Aladdin, The Lion King, The Rescuers, Lilo & Stitch... And there were so many shorter cartoons that she remembered watching with the kids on weekend mornings, old classics that were timeless, and she couldn't begin to think of their names.

Taking the sketchbook as it was offered, she glanced down to see his creation and... Her heart caught in her throat and all she could do was stare at the image of herself etched onto the page in pencil. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words snagged the first time, and it took a second attempt for her to manage a slightly strained and stuttered, "Th-this is how you see me?" She couldn't tear her eyes away from the drawing to look at him, it was just too captivating.

Should Rogue point out how the princess always needed rescued in those films, Steve would gladly discuss it with her; it wasn't that he believed it was true of all women, even back then, but society as a whole had accepted it as such. Art was merely imitating life in this case, and he'd met plenty of women who had wanted nothing more than to find a husband who would take care of them.

Not exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for, but not necessarily bad, either. Speechless could be good. Or good-bad, even. Oh, Lord, he thought, listening to her voice, I went and made her cry again. She wasn't actually crying, but he was getting better at recognizing the warning signs from her.

"Well, yeah," he replied, trying to sound casual; his voice came out a little too soft and sincere to pull it off properly, but he continued anyway. "That's the way you look." He thought she was the most amazing person he'd met, so maybe he was a little biased, but his portraits were usually more objective than he was. Everything was lines and curves and basic shapes, fiddled with here and there to create a unique whole, but they were still as true to his source material as he could make them. Rogue just happened to be excellent source material.

Rogue knew now that the films through the ages reflected society, but that didn't mean she'd known it growing up. As a little girl, all she'd known was that no one was coming to rescue her, so why should those princesses expect anyone to rescue them? It was better to be strong enough and have the resources to rescue yourself.

He was right about the warning signs, because his words had her eyes burning with tears and she had to blink them quickly to hold them at bay. "You made me beautiful," she commented quietly, in awe of that accomplishment. Brushing at her eyes and sniffling twice, she added, "Thank you for that."

It was all she could say, because how was she supposed to explain that she no longer felt beautiful because of the scars on her back. He hadn't seen them yet, and she didn't need to ruin this part of his birthday with it.

Now it was Steve's turn to be unsure of how to respond. Of course he'd made her beautiful, she was beautiful, and not just because he loved her. He'd thought so the first time he'd seen her, floundering so badly he'd spilled his punch. Learning everything she'd gone through in her life only made her more beautiful to him.

Deciding to forego being casual about it, Steve scooted down the blanket until he could lay propped on his arm, mirroring Rogue, their bodies not quite touching, but intimate for such a public setting. He reached out and cupped her cheek, making sure to catch her eyes before saying with utter sincerity, "You are beautiful, Rogue. The only one who doesn't see it is you." The rebuke was soft, rounded out by love and his fervent hope that eventually, she'd come to believe him. He did recognize what a hypocrite he was being, though; he'd heard much the same speech from Bucky on numerous occasions, and he'd never believed him, either.

Steve had seen scars from war. He'd seen scars from bar fights, and what people now referred to as 'domestic disputes', but back then they hadn't been called anything, because people didn't talk about it. He was intimately familiar with those kinds of scars. He'd seen men with amputations, eye patches or false eyes; he'd seen men with no visible scars, but it was still obvious that they had them mentally.

Nothing on her body would shock or disturb him or make him change his opinion of her. The worst scar would always be the tattoo on her wrist, and while it was ugly and horrific, it marked her as beautiful.

His words and that gentle touch reverberated through her and there was simply nothing she could say to it. He was right that she didn't see it, not the same way he did - she knew that she was still found attractive by some people, but that feeling of being truly beautiful, and having the confidence that came with it - that was what she was lacking. It was something she'd had once, years ago, and she very sorely needed it these days.

She knew, realistically, that Steve would have seen scars during the war, if nothing else. He'd been in the thick of things, scars would be nothing new to him. But having seen how he reacted to the tattoo she bore, she was a little terrified of what he would do when he saw what had been done to her. None of those details had been shared with him yet, but after he saw those lines of marred flesh he would know at least part of what she'd endured. He wouldn't know that it had happened dozens of times, not unless she told him, and she didn't know that she could bare to do so.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she pressed a hand over his for a moment, keeping it firmly against her cheek, and then she let go to lean in to him. They might be close, but they weren't close enough for what she needed at that moment, which was to be held by him. "I love you," she breathed as she hid her face against him, in the spot between shoulder and chest. "So very much." She wasn't quite crying, but it was nearly to that point.

As far as he was concerned, any other scars on her body, due to her captivity, were a direct result of the ugly branding on her wrist. It wasn't that he expected her to have terrible scars, but he wasn't going to be that surprised, either, especially from what little she'd told him and alluded to, and the way she reacted to some things. He already knew about her scars, both physical and mental; he just hadn't seen them yet.

Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulders, cradling her against his chest, and reached out with his other hand to snag his jacket; he wadded it up and tucked it under his head, so he could turn and lay on his back, pulling Rogue over with him. Snuggled together, sun shining down, the smell of grass and an assortment of picnic foods mingling together, people murmuring and laughing all around them... This was what Steve had always imagined, wished, his life could be like.

"I love you too," he told her. He was never going to not tell her.

Rogue let Steve move her when he turned onto his back, snuggling into him and rubbing her cheek against his chest where it rested. She felt so completely safe in that moment, with his arm around her and the sun shining on them, the sound of real people in the air... She never wanted it to end.

But the sun was shining really brightly on them, and Rogue was reminded of their earlier conversation. Sighing contentedly, she commented, "We're gonna have to relocate to shade soon. I don't really relish the idea of being a melted lobster on your birthday. But this is too nice to move just yet..."

Especially with the sound of his voice echoing in her thoughts. I love you too. He'd said it multiple times now, but each one was as special as the last, and she'd never tire of hearing him say it.

It was perfect, so Steve didn't argue with her about not moving yet. Like Rogue, his thoughts were circling around their proclamations of love. They came so easily, for both of them it seemed, which was truly amazing, considering what each of them had been through, and neither of them had been at all interested in finding someone new at the moment. More amazing, and unbelievable, was just how quickly they'd fallen into it; barely three days together, and they were very much a couple. They definitely still had the glow and excitement of new love around them, but they were rapidly settling into something more comfortable, too, and he loved that.

Knowing she was right, Steve sighed. His eyes tracked around their little picnic blanket island, and caught on the unopened container she'd set out earlier. "Yeah. Tell you what. Let's pack up, find some shade... And then eat cake." Knowing Rogue, he didn't even try to guess what kind or flavor of confections were in that tub, but he knew he'd enjoy sharing the moment with her.

Amazing was the word for it. Rogue couldn't begin to explain why or how she had fallen so completely for Steve, or so quickly. It had been as natural as breathing, and before she'd known it, it had just... happened. Her heart raced when she was around him, but she also felt entirely comfortable and at peace, something that had taken a good long while to achieve when she'd been with Remy. Being with Steve was like being wrapped up in a blanket and thrown onto a rollercoaster - she didn't know what would happen next, but she felt safe and ready to face that excitement. Together.

Listening to his proposal, she let out a bright laugh and hid her face against him for a second. When she'd composed herself, she leaned up a little to look at him. "You found me out, huh? I couldn't resist, birthdays need cake, and you deserve everything good on your birthday."

Steve grinned boyishly. "You did ask what kind of cake I like, and that's the only thing you didn't pull out for us to eat right away, so... Yeah, I had a hunch."

He didn't know what to say at first to the last part of her words. Steve never felt entitled to anything, and to the rest of the world, his birthday was just another day - a national holiday, in this case, which just made it easier for him to accept that he wasn't going to get anything special or personal that day. A couple gifts from friends, a few well-wishes. His ma had tried every year to have some of his favorite foods prepared, but eventually her health had deteriorated and Steve had taken over the household chores, not letting her cook and not worrying all that much about his birthday. And then war had broken out, and he'd had much bigger issues to deal with.

Finally, he tightened his arm around her shoulder and smiled contentedly at her. "This is probably the best birthday I've ever had."

Rogue had always gone to great lengths to make birthdays special for her students and friends. She'd baked cakes for them, had cards signed by others at the mansion, thrown a few parties for the youngest ones who couldn't make their own plans. Once she'd even managed to almost surprise Charles on his birthday, but it was pretty difficult to hide things from the world's most powerful telepath, even when he tried not to intrude upon their personal thoughts - he'd still been grateful to everyone, of course.

"Next year's will be even better," she promised him with a grin before sitting up and giving him a gentle pat on the chest. "Now come on, handsome, I need my sugar fix."

Steve almost asked what she seemed to already be planning for next year, when to him, she'd already gone out of her way to make this day so special for him - but decided against it. He could put it out of his mind if he didn't know the details, but if she was already making plans for next year... he'd be fretting for another 365 days over the trouble she was going to. Best to just not think about it, and let her do what she wanted. It was a theme he was still getting used to, with Rogue. He had a feeling it would be an every day occurrence for a while, stepping back and letting her go to whatever lengths she wished for him. He wished he could do more for her...

Steve came to the uneasy realization that he didn't really know what there was he could do for Rogue. So far, all he knew was that she enjoyed physical contact, and was a little spotty on modern pop culture; not as much as himself, and it wasn't like he could really help her with that, other than letting her help him figure it all out, and maybe she'd learn some things as well. He was forcibly reminded that they really didn't know each other that well, besides the broad strokes of their lives that coincided so well. It seemed like she'd been asking the questions, and he'd been giving the answers, but not returning the favor.

He really wasn't very good at getting to know people. Not in a short amount of time like this, anyway. He'd have to start paying attention, and try to remember to ask questions more. Nothing probing, he didn't want to inadvertently upset her - that was really part of the problem, he still didn't know where any of her personal landmines were, and he'd already set several off on accident, he was loathe to do it again.

He'd just have to take it one moment at a time. Neither of them was going anywhere, after all.

Grinning, he heaved himself into a sitting position, folding his legs under him and smoothing down the khaki. "You don't need more sugar," he teased, feeling bold, "you're already sweet enough as it is."

Corny. So corny, Rogers.

Edited 2016-06-11 20:01 (UTC)

There was so much about herself that Rogue wanted to tell Steve, stories that she wanted to share with him so he could know and understand more of her life and who she was. But it was all so wrapped up in darkness and death that it was difficult to even broach the subjects - she didn't want to ruin the good mood by sharing funny stories about her teaching experiences because inevitably her thoughts would turn to what had happened to her students and why she couldn't work with children now. It was a domino effect and there was the eventual crash at the end that she wanted to avoid as long as possible.

If he asked, though, that would make it easier. She almost felt like she was intruding when she brought up the darker parts of her life without prompting, but if he asked about something, then she felt like she had permission to share those things with him. And sharing things... helped, in a way she wasn't ready to admit yet.

His teasing was corny, extremely so, and she adored him for it. Tilting her head back, she let out a full laugh before leaning in to give him a quick kiss, barely able to suppress her grin long enough to press her lips to his. "I can always use more sugar, thank you," she informed him playfully. "Especially when chocolate's involved."

The problem was, until she spoke about something, Steve felt as if he were intruding, or being too forward, asking her about the more personal details of her past. It was a catch-22 that only time, and comfort and familiarity with each other would be able to solve.

Today would be about having fun and enjoying the more lighthearted moments. The days after, they could begin to broach more serious topics again. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy spending time with her, laughing and feeling completely normal, for possibly the first time in his life.

Steve laughed through the kiss, and he thought maybe it was his favorite kiss yet, full of joy and fun and happiness. "Oh, I see," he nodded sagely, the effect ruined because he couldn't stop grinning. "So, sugar, and especially chocolate, are things I can count on for you. I'll remember that." He said it teasingly, but a small part of him that was always analyzing things tucked the piece of information away. He wanted to make sure he knew all he could about her, but he knew with certainty that she'd always be surprising him.

"So, am I gonna get some of this chocolate cake," he teased, "or is this a new-fangled birthday tradition, where you eat all the cake while I watch?"

It might be her favorite kiss too, and certainly one of her favorite moments they'd shared. It was light and happy, easygoing with no pressure at all. She wanted to have more moments like that with him, thousands more. Those happy moments would fill their entire life together, if she had anything to say about it.

"Well, if you're into that sort of thing, I wouldn't say no," she teased right back, mischief written across her face. "But I suppose, since it is your birthday, that I'll share at least a few bites with you."

She hoped he liked the cupcakes she'd made, even just one of the flavors. He might not be a picky eater, but she wanted him to really enjoy something she'd made, and to tell her so she could make it for him again. But if he didn't particularly like any of the flavors, then she'd just have to try others until she found something he did like.

While Steve understood that just because it was homemade didn't automatically make it taste better than store bought (he'd known a few people who couldn't cook to save their life, and that had been back when cooking had been a more common skill set), he believed that Rogue's cupcakes would taste fine, if not delicious. He was never one to pass up free food, anyway. He hadn't exactly developed a sweet tooth after the serum, but he enjoyed sugar, and especially chocolate, and would never pass it up; they had that in common.

Steve wasn't one to just grab something, even if it was for him, so he waited for Rogue to get the cake out. She'd made it, it didn't even occur to him to not let her present it. In the meantime, he continued the playful banter. Feigning shock, his jaw dropped, and he placed a dramatic hand to his chest. "Well! I see common courtesy isn't as dead as I was beginning to believe. That's a relief."

Steve got another big laugh out of her at that, and it was perhaps the most she'd laughed in years. It felt so good to laugh like that, to be so relaxed with something that she could really enjoy herself. That was all him, and she was so very grateful to him for it.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you have a whole one all to yourself," she conceded, reaching over to pick up the container and remove the lid to show him the contents. A dozen cupcakes with three of each of four flavors: classic vanilla with chocolate buttercream, red velvet, mocha, and chocolate peanut butter. They were simple for the most part, but they had to start somewhere.

And on one of the center cupcakes was a single thin blue candle and a tiny plastic version of his shield, part of a party pack she'd seen at the store when she'd picked up the plates. Rogue reached into her purse and pulled out a lighter that she used to light the candle before holding the container out to him.

"Happy birthday, Steve," she told him with a fond smile. "Make a wish."

Hearing her laugh, happy and carefree, made Steve's heart soar. He hadn't realized it was possible to feel this happy. Now he was beginning to understand why people seemed so obsessed with dating, always searching for the right partner. He didn't know what his life would look like if he hadn't met Rogue, but he didn't think it would look nearly this bright. They had more than their fair share of darkness to get through between them, but together, he knew that they'd be alright.

Looking at the cupcakes, his eyes immediately tracked to the candle, and the small replica of his shield. His eyes lit up and he grinned. His expression softened with fondness at her words, but his smile didn't dim. He leaned forward over the container, and wondered what his wish should be. He'd always tried to wish for things that could be attained, because birthday wishes could only work so much, and he'd never wanted to waste one wishing for better health, when he'd known -- thought -- that it was an impossibility. But now, he wasn't sure what to wish for. He couldn't go back in time, and while a part of him still ached from the unknown possibilities that he'd forfeited by crashing that plane... He wouldn't want to abandon this, either. He bit his lip in concentration, glanced up at Rogue, then took a deep breath, before blowing, hard, sharp and quick, effectively snuffing the flame.

I wish the happy days like this, with Rogue, far outnumber the bad days we'll have to weather.

He opened his eyes, then looked back at Rogue, before leaning forward further so he could kiss her. "Thank you," he murmured.

Rogue's life in this world before meeting Steve had been... monotonous. As much as she'd tried to make a life for herself that she could enjoy and be proud of, it had been hard starting from nothing, and even harder having to do it all on her own. She'd cobbled together a daily routine that kept her moving, but there hadn't been any excitement to it, nor anything that really made her want to get out of bed in the mornings. Once she was up and moving, she would see the purpose in what she was doing with her students, helping people to start new lives in this country by learning the language, but that purpose was always shadowed by the belief that anyone could do that work.

This thing she had with Steve, though? Only she could do that, and she knew that every morning would be brighter for having him in her life now.

Watching him choose a wish like a schoolboy made her smile in pure affection, and if she'd known his wish, she would have echoed it with her own. She wanted them to be happy together more than anything, and she would do whatever it took to make that happen for him.

Returning that wonderful, sweet kiss, she murmured in reply, "You're welcome." She gave him one more kiss before pulling back and narrowing her eyes at him playfully. "Now get a move on, mister, or your frosting will start melting before we get out of this sun."

Laughing at her rebuke, he reached in and picked up the center cupcake, with the candle and shield, while giving her a precise military salute with his other hand. "Yes, ma'am," he sassed cheekily. He carefully pulled the shield out of the frosting, studying it. It was just a cheap plastic thing, but he decided he'd keep it. He used to have a small box he'd kept little mementos in, to help remind him of important memories, and people. He was sure it had gotten tossed after he hadn't returned from the war, with no one left around who'd known him personally enough to care about scraps, but he thought this was a good first memory to save.

Considering he was planning on keeping it, it probably wasn't the best idea to stick it in his mouth and lick the frosting off, but that's exactly what he did, before pulling the candle out and doing the same. The frosting was a rich chocolate he'd never tasted before, but it wasn't until he unwrapped it and tasted the cupcake itself that he realized just how different it was to anything he'd ever had previously.

Steve let out a long, heartfelt groan. The cupcake was just a regular vanilla, soft and moist, but the frosting was something else entirely; rich and creamy and soft, it melted in his mouth with an explosion of chocolate flavoring. "Oh my God," he uttered, still with cake in his mouth, muffling his words.

Steve licking the frosting off the shield and candle was one of the most adorable things she'd seen him do yet. It made Rogue wish she'd thought to have a camera out, even just the one on her phone, but then she didn't know yet how Steve felt about photos. She'd have to ask him later - she'd love to have photos of the two of them together, for their eyes only of course, and the few friends they decided to share them with.

Rogue's face lit up at Steve's groan in reaction to tasting the full cupcake, since she was pretty darn sure that meant he liked it. His muffled utterance made her giggle in pure joy. "That good, huh?" she asked him with laughter in her voice, closing up the container so they could pack up and move to some shade. "Wait until you try the rest."

Steve had never thought of having pictures of himself, doing every day things, before. He knew cameras weren't the expensive rarity they had been in his time; he even knew how to use the camera function on his phone. But it just never occurred to him to take pictures of things that weren't big events, like weddings, or special functions. Cameras had been expensive, and the rolls of film as well; they were only used when it was worth it, and when money was tight, as it always was, it wasn't worth it very often. He still had that mindset, despite it no longer being the case anymore.

Steve gave another, shorter groan at her words, swallowing before he replied. "I'm not sure I'll survive, if the rest taste as good as this," he said honestly. He didn't quite shove the rest of the cupcake in his mouth, but he did finish it fairly quickly, enjoying the flavors as much as the first bite, before dusting crumbs off his hands so he could help her start to pack.

Rogue had had all sorts of photographs with her friends back before the war. Posed group photos, candid shots, selfies, she'd collected them all, especially when things had taken a turn for the worse in the political sphere. When the war had properly begun, she'd been one of many to carry around a stack of photos to remember those who had been lost. Those photos were all gone now, and she would give a great many things to have them back, even just one of herself and Remy.

There wasn't much to pack, since she'd already gathered up the containers of food, but she squared it all away in the cooler before climbing off the blanket. "Oh sugar, you have to survive, we haven't even gotten to the real dessert yet," she teased him suggestively, adding a wink at the end as she leaned down to grab a corner of the blanket.

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