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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.

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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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Surprised that Rogue was actually teaching him a thing or two about his own time, Steve's eyebrows rose, and he got a look on his face as if to say Well, you learn something new everyday. Peeling off the paper, he studied it for a minute. "It does not look like chocolate," he informed her, teasingly, before taking a bite.

It did taste like chocolate, though, but very moist, and the cream cheese frosting gave it a bit of a tangy bite, changing the flavor slightly. "Oh, wow," he said, still with his mouth half-full, because something like that had to be commented on right away. He held it out beside him, offering her a bite.

His assertion made her giggle, but she still watched with a bit of nervousness as he took that first bite. She wanted him to like what she'd made for his birthday, but she also wanted him to be honest about his tastes so she could make him things he really did like.

Wow? Was wow a good thing? The fact that he offered it to her gave her the idea that it did, and she was smiling so much that she ended up with a smear of frosting on her lip as she leaned in to grab a small bite. A string of giggles followed as she chewed and, really, the whole thing was so adorable and fun that she was sure she was dreaming. This couldn't possibly be her life now.

Wow was a very good thing. Steve appreciated the effort she'd put into the whole affair, but he would've been just as happy if she'd bought cupcakes from the supermarket; for him, it was all about the company, not the food. (The food was delicious, though.)

Steve grinned as he watched her, listened to her giggle and genuinely enjoy herself. He leaned over to kiss her, tasting sugary sweet and amazing. Pulling back with one final peck, he told her, "That's fantastic." He did mean the cupcake, but he also meant her. She was a delight, and he was never going to get tired of being with her.

Rogue was so pleased that Steve seemed to have liked what she'd done for his birthday. She felt like it wasn't enough, he deserved so much more, but at the same time it was nice to have kept things a little simple and intimate. There really should have been fireworks in the mix, and she was always going to feel a measure of guilt for making him miss them, but she would make it up to him.

The kiss was beyond amazing, and she wanted a thousand more just like them - happy and carefree, spur-of-the-moment and completely irresistible. She didn't think a thousand was too greedy, and she hoped the universe agreed. "There's more where that came from," she promised him, meaning it in every way possible. Unfortunately, the promise was punctuated with a sudden yawn that came out of nowhere; she hadn't noticed just how tired she was getting for all of his delicious distracting. He had worn her out earlier, after all.

A thousand kisses with Rogue seemed like a conservative estimate in Steve's mind, but it would do to start with. They'd both been through so much, he felt they had earned every single one, and a dozen more on top. He smirked at her words, catching the undertone of meaning, but quickly it turned into a fond grin as she yawned.

Eating what little was left of the cupcake quickly, he licked a little icing off his thumb and finger as he put the lid back on the box with his other hand. "I think we'll save the rest of these as a treat for tomorrow. Why don't you..." He'd been about to say 'get ready for bed,' and remembered her earlier question about wearing his clothes. Oh. Right. "I'll... find you something to wear."

A treat for tomorrow. Or the middle of the night, depending on how things went. Even after three months of 'normal' life, Rogue's sleep schedule could be a little wonky, and she didn't know what Steve's might be like with his healing factor. Logan hadn't needed nearly as much sleep as others, so he'd always been her go-to partner for late-night strolls through the mansion, policing the corridors and making sure students were where they were supposed to be.

"Thank you," she murmured, giving him a small smile that was full of affection. She was so excited to see the look on his face when he saw her wearing his clothes. It was something she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon.

This felt almost bigger than when they'd first tumbled into bed together, Steve thought as he got up to go find something for her. But it was one more way to share something completely ordinary, yet intimate, and he'd never had that with anyone before. The closest he'd ever gotten to something like this was getting Bucky's hand-me-downs, and it really was not the same thing. At all.

Rifling through his dresser drawers, he finally pulled out a pair of running shorts, and a soft white T-shirt. He smiled at the logo of an eagle in army brown across the front, with the letters 'S.S.R.' stamped on a shield over the eagle's breast. It was the shirt he'd woken up in, in this new time, and while he'd hated the experience, he still kept the shirt purely for the nostalgia of the logo. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing Rogue wandering around in it.

This was one of the parts of being in a relationship that Rogue was most eager to share with Steve. Being able to sleep beside him and not be in constant fear of hurting him - it was a gift, plain and simple. There had been no way for her to have that with Remy, and while of course they had slept together many times, one or often both of them had taken precautions against the inevitability, and there had certainly been a few accidents. Remy had never given up though, and she had a feeling that Steve wouldn't either in that position.

Waiting patiently on the couch was something Rogue had planned to do, but after Steve had been out of her sight for thirty seconds, she just couldn't wait any longer. There was a pull to be by his side, and it was too strong to resist. So she didn't. She got up off the couch and went down the hall, her bare feet padding quietly on the floor. Coming up beside Steve, she leaned against him slightly before reaching out to smooth her fingers over the logo on the soft material of the shirt.

"What is it?" she inquired with genuine curiosity, looking up at him with an open, wondering expression. She may have done some research on him after the Battle, but it hadn't been that much.

Steve didn't register the sound of Rogue approaching, but was drawn out of his reminiscing by the slight weight of her against him. He watched as her fingers brushed over the logo, almost as if she could tell there was some significance to it, even if she wasn't aware what it was exactly. Her question confirmed it, and he glanced over to see she was honestly interested in the answer.

"This," he said with a lightness he didn't quite feel, "was the first shirt I ever wore in the 21st century." He went on a little more seriously, "When I first woke up, I was in what looked like a convalescing room from the 40's. It was actually a stage S.H.I.E.L.D. had created, to help... 'ease me into the future.' It didn't actually work, but this..." he brushed his fingers over the logo, the same way Rogue had. "S.S.R. stands for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. It was a small off-shoot of the army, meant to study and help counteract the enemy and their weapons. I was a product of it. Or, Project Rebirth was, where I got the serum. This was the first official logo I ever had." He handed the shorts and the shirt to Rogue.

"I'm gonna go tidy up a little," he told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead - and another to her lips, just because he could. "You get changed, I'll be back in a minute."

The first shirt. Rogue's eyes widened a little as he told his story, and she couldn't help but be grateful that, even if it hadn't been an easy transition, at least he hadn't been completely alone for it. That organization, S.H.I.E.L.D., had been behind it and him, and she was fairly certain that if he needed anything in this new life, they would have his back.

Her transition to this new world hadn't been anything like that. A night on the streets and one in a shelter before she'd finally given in and listened to Remy - picking pockets had been the only one to get herself somewhere remotely safe to deal with everything. She felt guilty and ashamed of it, but she'd picked her marks carefully and none of them missed what she'd taken.

Those little casual kisses were so perfect, and she hoped there never came a day where those didn't come naturally between them. That easy affection was important to her. She watched him go with a smile before setting the folded clothes on the end of the bed so she could slip off her dress; luckily it wasn't at all difficult to unzip on her own her. She removed her bra as well and folded it and the dress into a semi-neat pile before pulling on the shorts and shirt. The shirt felt even softer against her skin and she had the fleeting thought that Steve might have to fight her to get it back.

Waking up in a brand new era hadn't been nearly as easy as he made it sound, but that wasn't the point of the story, anyway. Neither of them had had an easy time of it, but they'd both made do with what they had, and pulled themselves up to where they were now. Steve would never think poorly of what Rogue had had to do to survive; sometimes, the right thing to do meant taking care of yourself.

Moving out of the bedroom, Steve headed over to the coffee table and began putting things back in order. He grabbed the cutting board, slung the shoulder strap of the cooler over his other arm, and headed into the kitchen. The remnants of food went into the fridge, then he grabbed some cling wrap and wrapped the last, uneaten sandwich before adding it as well. The cupcakes he debated leaving out, but ultimately put them in the fridge as well, unsure if some of the ingredients wouldn't spoil at room temperature sooner, rather than later. He bustled around the kitchen a little, putting things in the sink to be washed later, moved back to the living room and glanced around. The couch cushions had been knocked askew somewhat, so he pushed those back in place, then headed back to the bedroom. He was very much looking forward to seeing Rogue in his clothes.

Rogue did a bit of her own tidying while she waited for Steve to return, straightening out the sheets that had gotten more than a little rumpled during their earlier activities, and retrieving a pillow from where it had landed on the floor. She folded back the blankets so they could slip inside easily when they were ready, and then she had another yawn hit her with real strength.

Between the sun and the high levels of emotion, not to mention said activities, she was just worn out. Reaching up to run her hands through her hair, she stopped when she felt what had once been carefully crafted, smooth curls and was now... Well, it felt a bit like a swirling bird's nest. Her jaw dropped as she felt the extent of the damage and then immediately went to work taming the beast. She was in the middle of a particularly troublesome tangle when Steve reappeared, to which she said with just a hint of exasperated accusation, "You didn't tell me I was such a mess!"

Surprised at the accusation, Steve paused in the doorway of the bedroom. Finally, all he could think to say was, "...We had sex. Twice! You look fine!" He honestly didn't see anything wrong with the way she looked; her hair was really what had gotten the worst treatment. Looking at it now, while Rogue frantically tried to tame it, Steve had to bite his lip on the sudden urge to laugh.

"I─ do you want a brush, or something?" he managed to ask, mostly straight-faced.

Fine? She didn't have to look in a mirror to know that fine was not an applicable descriptor for her present appearance, thank you very much, Captain Chuckles. Narrowing her eyes at the assertion, she was stunned (and a bit amused) when he had the gall to laugh at her predicament. At least he tried to hide it, the adorable goober.

"Yes," she grumbled, before reaching over to grab a pillow to chuck at his head.

Starting to move toward his dresser, Steve just caught the movement from the corner of his eye, and ducked enough that the pillow just bounced off his back. Plucking it up before it even had a chance to settle, he pivoted and threw it back toward Rogue's middle ─ being careful about his strength. It may only be a pillow, but it could still hurt if thrown hard enough. Then he picked up the brush and - cautiously - started back toward her, hands help up with the brush in a non-offensive hold.

It had been a long, long time since Steve had last been in a pillow fight; even those had been short-lived, as he couldn't exert too much energy without his asthma kicking up a fuss at the time. He wasn't aiming for one now really, either; they were both getting tired and ready for bed. But the very fact that they were goofing around and it was a possibility, was an incredible feeling.

It occurred to her as soon as the pillow was flying through the air, that perhaps that wasn't the best thing to do when they were both still figuring out each others PTSD. She didn't know everything that had happened during Steve's wartime experiences, what things might still be haunting him, and so thank goodness when he took it in stride and tossed the fluffy thing right back at her. The pillow was caught with ease, which she was proud of herself for - she'd been working hard to get back her old reflexes and strength.

She gave him a gentle tap on the hip with the pillow before returning it to its place on the bed and taking the brush from him. "Thank you," she told him with a much less irritated expression before sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed and start the process of working the brush through her tangles. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought once she got to work, she just wasn't used to the volume that curls produced.

In this setting, where he was feeling perfectly at ease and comfortable, PTSD really wasn't an issue for Steve. It was when he was in unfamiliar or open places, surrounded by unknown entities, that he began to feel that soldier's itch at the back of his neck and in the pit of his stomach. It actually felt nice, being able to use his reflexes in a non-combat situation, where it was just a little bit of playful fun. Besides the USO tour, he'd never been able to use his strength for anything besides fighting; and while it hadn't been fighting, he wouldn't exactly call the tour 'fun,' either.

When she tapped the pillow against his hip, Steve had to grin; he should've realized Rogue would never be one to acquiesce, even if she was stopping it from escalating into an all-out fight. And while her expression was less irritated, the pure sass when she thanked him made Steve's brows go up in surprised delight. Every little thing she did made him love her more and more, and this in particular was just priceless.

Steve wandered around, grabbing a clean pair of boxer shorts and lightweight sleep pants, debated getting a T-shirt... then decided against it. He wasn't planning on anything physical happening for a while, but just being able to sleep beside Rogue, feeling their skin touching, was something he really wanted.

It didn't take him long to change his clothes, merely shucking the old ones and skimming the new on, completely unbothered by his nudity, or the fact Rogue was possibly ogling him while he did it.

Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Rogue and her PTSD. It didn't matter where she was or what she was doing, the smallest thing could trigger a reaction, and there was no telling if it would be a really bad one that would spiral into a full episode. She dreaded the day that Steve would see one of those, because she knew it was unavoidable.

In the meantime, damn right she was ogling him while he changed. She might have seen the whole show earlier that evening, but it was so much better knowing that could look her fill tonight and still be able to see it tomorrow and the next day. This thing between them wasn't ending anytime soon, and the view really was downright amazing.

When fabric was once again securely in place and she was smiling a cat that ate the canary grin, Rogue stood and moved to return the brush to his dresser; she set her folded dress on the corner of it as well. "Do you mind if I take the right side?" she asked him over her shoulder as she smoothed a hand over her now mostly straight hair, the curls mostly gone now from the thorough brushing. "I'm okay with either, that's just usually where I end up."

Seeing Rogue in his running shorts and shirt - especially that shirt - filled Steve with some strange, nebulous feeling he couldn't explain. Contentment and lust and a kind of primal, possessive love, almost a pride that she was his, which was ridiculous because he would never treat her like that, but that's how he felt.

Reaching out, Steve slid his hands along Rogue's waist until he had her in a loose embrace, pressed against her back. He leaned down and kissed under her ear, before murmuring, "I think that'll be fine. I usually sleep on the left, anyway." The left was closer to the door, and on the off-chance anything should happen, Steve liked being able to roll out of bed, grab his shield and investigate.

It was a small paranoia, and not something he usually gave conscious thought to; it was just something he'd done, ever since waking up, and even during the war when they'd been able to find a safe house to rest in. It felt strange, negotiating and discussing something as mundane as 'which side of the bed do you want?'

Steve gave Rogue another kiss under the ear, before pulling his arms back so they could actually get in bed. It was late now, and both of them had had a long day. Rogue especially must be worn out from crying, and he wanted her to be well-rested. Thankfully, he didn't need a lot of sleep, but it would be nice to just laze about in bed with her beside him, if he did wake up early.

Rogue knew that Steve wasn't the possessive sort and she'd never even contemplate the possibility of him being such. What he was feeling though, that was different, and if he ever told her about it or acted on it in the bedroom... Well, she'd find it one hell of a turn on.

While he had his arms around her, she leaned back against him, enjoying that simple embrace and the sound of his voice in her ear. She turned when he moved away, watching him for a moment before stepping over to the bed and lifting the folded back blankets to slip between them. Being Steve's bed now was different from before; in a way, it was even more intimate. Sleeping with someone meant letting your guard down and trusting them, letting them see you while you were vulnerable. It was wonderful with the right person.

"Come here, handsome," she said with a soft smile, gently patting the patch of sheet beside her.

Steve couldn't stop his grin as she patted the bed; as if he needed an invitation to get in beside her. "Yes, ma'am."

It was different, getting into bed with her this time, mostly because now, he was able to think clearly about what was going on, how this was going to work. This wasn't like sleeping back-to-back with Bucky for warmth, and it was another form of casual intimacy that Steve wasn't familiar with.

Not wanting to just lay like a log beside her, Steve pulled the sheet over his stomach and reached for Rogue, pulling her against him and kissing her forehead.

It was an automatic and immediate reaction to curl up beside Steve, slipping her right arm over his torso to hold on to him like a giant teddy bear. Her cheek was pressed against his warm skin and as her muscles began to completely relax, exhaustion crept in quickly.

"Happy birthday, Steve," she murmured, followed a mere second later by a big jaw-cracking yawn. She wasn't going to make it more than two minutes at this rate.

Steve reached down to cover her arm with his hand, not holding, but a loose embrace, stroking her skin for a moment as he bent his head to press a kiss to her hairline. "Thank you," he whispered, almost breathing the words out. He didn't just mean for her happy birthday wish, but for the entire day, and for staying with him, and─ just everything.

Yawning a little himself, Steve shifted slightly against the bed, knocking his head back some against the soft pillow, trying to get it to flatten a little bit. He hadn't found a pillow yet that was very comfortable, all of them fluffy and soft and not at all what he was used to. But he made due, and having Rogue wrapped around him actually helped him relax, and the last thing he knew was the feeling of Rogue, in his soft t-shirt, breathing gently against him...

Until...

He'd already released the other prisoners, and now was headed further into the bowels of the Hydra facility, searching for the isolation ward, where he'd been told Bucky was being held. Under the blaring alarms, he could hear gunfire starting up, and loud booms of concussion blasts, probably from larger, Hydra-engineered weaponry.

Spotting Zola leaving a doorway, the two stared at each other, in a transfixed tableau, before Zola turned tail and began running. Steve took chase... but coming to the door the little man had exited, he slowed, remembering what he'd originally come here to do, and curiosity getting the better of him.

Moving into the room, Steve glanced around at what appeared to be a scientist's office space. It looked surprisingly like Howard's workshop on base, with papers scattered everywhere, bits and pieces of different equipment in various stages of construction. He found a case of neatly arranged cartridges, that glowed a strange blue, and plucked one out, tucking it into a pocket to take back to base with him. Maybe Howard could figure out how those strange blue weapons worked, and how to combat them.

Another sound began to make itself known under the distant gunfire and constantly blaring alarms. Repetitive, with enough changes he could tell it was a voice. Steve knew that voice, and he moved toward the small doorway in the office to see who it was.

This doesn't feel right, a part of him thought. It was drowned out by the sudden knowledge that he'd found Bucky; he could rescue him, and get them back to safety.

The room was large, undecorated concrete; there was a steel tray with various medical instruments on it, including empty syringes and bloodied gauze, but Steve only peripherally noticed, moving toward the table where a figure was strapped down, repeating the same phrase over and over again.

Steve became more apprehensive, wanting to turn back, not wanting to see this. This isn't right! But his body didn't listen, walking forward cautiously until he was standing over the figure and could hear the words being spoken.

Wearing a battered and torn S.S.R. shirt and brown uniform skirt, Rogue lay strapped to the table, staring up toward the ceiling unseeing, repeating, "Em...four-eight...two-seven. Em-four...eight-two-seven..."

Steve twitched a few times in his sleep, a soft, high-pitched whine starting at the back of his throat, but not making it past his clenched teeth.

It surprised Rogue how easy it was for her to fall asleep next to Steve, let alone stay that way for very long. It had been a long time since she'd known what it was like to have someone beside her like that, and she could only assume that it was because of the trust she felt for him that she was able to let her guard down so thoroughly.

Still, she was working with the instincts of someone who'd lived through a war, and at the first sign of trouble she was awake, her eyes open as she listened for whatever it was. One of those twitches was what she felt first, and then she heard that soft whine and she knew.

Sitting up a little, she stayed mostly where she was, still touching Steve so her movements wouldn't jar him out of whatever nightmare he was caught in. "Steve," she called quietly, hoping to ease him out of the dream so he wouldn't be so disoriented when he woke. "Steve, sugar, you're dreaming. You need to wake up."

Frozen in horror, Steve stared at Rogue on the table for an unknown time, his mind unable to process what was happening. It was Bucky, it was supposed to be Bucky there, not Rogue!

"Steve." His head jerked around toward the new voice, and there stood Bucky ─ not wearing his tattered army uniform like the first time this had happened, but his blue winter stealth outfit, that he'd died in.

Spurred into action at the turn of events, Steve rushed over to Rogue's arms, trying to undo the restraints. He tugged and yanked at them, but they held fast. "Help me!" he shouted at his best friend.

"You knew this was gonna happen," Bucky said impassively, wandering over to stand beside Steve, but not reaching out to Rogue to help.

"No─I─didn't!" Steve grunted. Rogue had stopped speaking, and now her eyes were following Steve's face as he moved, her expression still vacant. "The war's over! This isn't happening!"

Bucky sighed softly. "Steve. You're dreaming." The words were so unexpected, Steve stopped his frantic movements and glanced up at his friend in confusion. Bucky looked at him with pity, and compassion; an expression Steve had seen frequently, but that Bucky had always been quick to hide when he realized Steve was looking. "You need to wake up."

And Steve did. With a quick, violent inhale, Steve was thrust back to consciousness. He lay still for a moment, waiting for his racing heart to settle down, cataloguing everything he could hear, feel, smell. He was in his room; he remembered going to bed with Rogue, the first time they'd actually slept together, after an amazing day with each other. He was laying in bed, and he could feel Rogue beside him.

Finally opening his eyes, he looked over beside him, where Rogue was already awake.

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