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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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Rogue would be able to understand his reasoning for running quite well, as it was one they shared. That quiet and calm that came with running was something she'd always cherished, especially with how it was almost meditative at times, and it was something she missed. Oh, she'd finally gotten to the point where she was able to jog a few laps around a local park, but it was slower and much shorter than she'd managed before the war, and she was always exhausted for the rest of the day afterward.

She nodded at his answer, finally getting up from her chair and going over to the sink to wash her hands. She straightened her borrowed clothes a bit more as she went, as her movements were slow and a little stiff, and she spoke over her shoulder while she cleaned off the chocolate that had been left behind. "I may have a nap while you're gone, or read a little, I saw a few books on your shelf that look interesting. So take your time, sugar, I'll still be here when you get back."

Steve watched as she moved, with a critical eye, feeling a sliver of guilt knowing that he'd almost surely caused at least some of her stiffness. And a little more guilt at knowing that he still wouldn't have changed a thing about their night together.

Steve glanced at the bookshelf, wondering what might have caught her interest. A book on art, or one of the fiction books he'd found at a flea market. Maybe a biography, he had a few of those. He was immensely pleased to hear that she'd still be there when he got back, too.

Getting up and taking his dish to the sink, Steve leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to Rogue's cheek. "Thank you. I'm gonna go get changed, and head out. I'll have my phone on me, if you need anything." It felt strange to say that; both because he could be in contact with her wherever he was, which was novel but nice, but also because it was such a domestic thing to say. They were slowly settling, and Steve treasured that feeling, as much as he did the excitement of a new relationship and new love.

Oh, Steve was certainly to blame for quite a bit of her stiffness, but it was also partially because she hadn't stretched properly in a few days. The scars on her back would get stiff if she didn't work them, and coupled with the strenuous activities of the past few hours... Well. She wouldn't say no to a hot bath and a massage.

She planned to stay for as long as she could, and as long as he would let her. The only thing she had waiting for her at her apartment were the beautiful flowers he'd brought, whereas here she could see that gorgeous smile and be wrapped up in his arms. There really was no contest.

It was a very domestic thing to say, and it sent such a thrill through Rogue that she nearly jumped him right then and there. Domestic was what she wanted, desperately, to be settled and confident in a relationship, to have the strength of her partner and the depth of their feelings for each other.

She nodded and gave him an incredibly pleased smile. "Okay. Be careful out there, sugar."

All Rogue would have to do was ask, and Steve would gladly give her a massage. He wouldn't let his hands wander, or try to turn it into something else, either. He understood sore and aching muscles, even if he wasn't really susceptible to them anymore. He might even suggest it, if she was still moving stiffly when he returned. He didn't want to push at the moment, as it didn't seem to concern her. He'd leave her be, see if she was able to deal with it on her own - and if not, he'd suggest trying to help.

Steve would never be able to resist that smile. He placed a gentle hand at the small of her back, and leaned forward to kiss her lips this time. "I promise."

Going to his bedroom, Steve quickly changed into a t-shirt and running shorts, before grabbing his phone and turning it on. He'd already stuck it in his pocket and was exiting the bedroom when it started to buzz with a message. Pulling it out, he frowned in puzzlement at the text Natasha had sent him, earlier that morning, it looked like.

Enjoy the fireworks last night? Stark is totally jealous. ;)

Steve stood, in the middle of the living area, tapping out his reply with his thumbs, still frowning slightly at the screen.

Didn't get a chance to see any actually. Why is he jealous

He couldn't find the question mark button, so he just hit send, before putting the phone back in his pocket.

She knew full well that Steve could take care of himself, and that with his strength and other enhanced abilities, there wasn't much that could harm him that he might actually encounter during a run, but she would worry all the same. Whenever he was out of her sight, there would be a worry at the back of her mind that she might never see him again, for one reason or another, and so she was just grateful that he didn't brush off her concern and instead made that simple promise. It meant a lot to her.

While Steve changed, Rogue washed up the few dirty things in the sink, like the plate he'd just used, and dried them with a towel before putting them back in their places. She was sure that if she asked for, he'd insist she needn't do it, so she just didn't bother to ask.

Steve looked up at the sound of a cupboard door closing, and realized that... Rogue had done the dishes. He blinked, nonplussed, before moving over to her again. "You didn't have to do that," he said gently, sounding amused, but also sincere. Steve believed, had been raised to think, that if you made the mess, you cleaned it up. That included doing the dishes. Even if they'd already been living together, he'd still have felt the same way.

He kissed her, one more time, because he just couldn't stop himself, and he really didn't want to. "Okay," he murmured, "I really am going now."

She'd known he was going to say that, and she was glad she hadn't asked first. It was an old habit of Rogue's to always try to be useful, and she wasn't in a place to try giving that up, no matter what Steve thought. So he was just going to have to get used to her helping around his apartment, there was really no way around it.

"Okay," she echoed, before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him down for another kiss. If he was going to take his sweet time about it, she wasn't going to make it any easier for him to make it out that door.

Steve started laughing into the kiss, but didn't pull back for a minute. When he did pull away, he gave her just one more quick peck on the lips, before placing a finger over her lips. "Going now," he told her playfully, before pulling back.

He'd made it all the way to the door, and had it open, before glancing back at her. "I love you."

Rogue giggled at the finger on her lips, but she behaved herself and let him go. And her heart swelled when he looked back at her.

"I love you too," she told him with a happy grin, the words coming as easy as breathing.

Steve jogged down the several flights of stairs, then out onto the street. He took a couple of deep breaths, letting his mind blank as he looked at everyone going about their daily lives. He couldn't quite wipe the happy smile off his face as he stretched a little, then started jogging down the sidewalk; he had a daily life now, too. He had someone waiting for him when he came home. It felt incredible.

He kept the pace to a (fast) jog, putting on short bursts of speed when he didn't think anyone would notice, and once he made it to the bridge, he looped around and headed through several parks, racing through the trees when he was unlikely to be seen, or at least noticed for how fast he was running. He always enjoyed running through wilderness best, even if it was carefully cultivated wilderness; it reminded him of missions in Europe, but oddly, it brought him comfort. It was something he was familiar with. It was how he'd first learned just how fast he could run, and what his body was truly capable of, and despite everything else that had been happening at the time, it was a good memory.

Heading back toward his apartment, Steve checked his watch. An hour and a half. He'd settle into a jog the rest of the way as a nice cool-down, then walk the last couple of blocks. He was just starting to pant a little, but wasn't overexerted in the slightest.

Once Steve had gone, Rogue felt... a little empty inside. It was strange to be in his apartment without him, but only in that it felt like something was missing. She didn't feel at all out of place in his home, strange as that was when she'd only spent one night there; it felt a bit like home to her too, now.

Glancing around the kitchen, she realized again just how little he had in the way of, well, everything. She took a peek in the fridge and came to the conclusion that if she wanted to cook them anything later, she would need to go to the store, and she couldn't really do that in her present state.

Right then.

It felt completely natural to search around a bit to find where he kept his towels, and to take a quick shower to clean up after all the activities of the past twelve hours. She pulled her hair up so it didn't get wet, and used his soaps; she wondered vaguely if he would notice that she smelled like him when he came home. The towel was hung up to dry when she was finished, and she pulled on her dress again because it was all she had that was decent enough to go out in. It was a struggle to get the zipper up, but she managed well enough.

With the wonders of the internet, she was able to find a market not too far from his apartment, an easy short walking distance in the cool morning air. She filled her basket with the essentials she'd need to make a few meals, not entirely sure how long she'd be at his apartment, and added in a little treat courtesy of the small shelf of movies available for sale.

She was back at his apartment in half an hour, and between carrying the two very full bags of groceries and her sore, stiff muscles, she felt the distinct need for a nap. With the groceries put away, Rogue curled up on Steve's bed and was fast asleep within seconds, feeling completely safe and at peace. Even the sound of Steve coming home wasn't enough to wake her.

By the time Steve climbed the stairs and let himself into the apartment, he was pleasantly huffing breaths, and coated in a sheen of sweat. He hadn't noticed while running outdoors, but once he'd gotten back inside, he'd realized he was... pretty ripe. He'd thought about taking a shower earlier, but decided not to since he'd have to take one after his run anyway. Now he definitely needed a shower.

He was halfway into the living area before he realized he couldn't hear Rogue at all. His hearing was acute enough, if she were moving, he'd most likely hear it; he stopped in the center of the space and just listened, before moving quietly toward the hallway. The bathroom door was open, so he peeked into the bedroom--

His shoulders sagged in relief when he saw her. Not that he'd expected her to not be there when he got back - she'd said she would be, and he believed her - but just seeing her... helped him relax, in a way he couldn't really explain. He dismissed the idea of waking her to let her know he was back - that he was home - as soon as he thought it. He'd woken her too early this morning because of his nightmare, and he remembered yesterday - well, Tuesday, two days ago now - she'd been tired from a hectic night due to an emergency with some of her students.

Quietly grabbing some clean clothes, he headed for the shower, deciding if she was still asleep when he finished, he might wake her up to eat something. If she didn't want anything, he'd let her go back to sleep if she chose (this time), but he'd grab a bite to eat. He felt a little weird, eating in front of her if she didn't feel like it herself.

The sound of Steve moving about the bedroom didn't wake her, though the dull rush of the shower from down the hall did. Thankfully, her waking was slow and peaceful, a gentle buoying of her consciousness back into the normal world. She hadn't dreamed at all, nothing to disturb her slumber, and she felt pretty well-rested, which was a nice change.

She contemplated the idea of getting up and joining Steve in the shower, since she was fairly certain he wouldn't mind one bit, but ultimately she decided there would be other opportunities. The bed was just too comfortable for her to move at that particular moment, so she stayed where she was, listening to the quiet of the apartment and that subtle bit of noise that meant he was home.

Once Steve was showered, feeling fresh and in comfortable, clean clothes, he wandered back into the bedroom to peek on Rogue. He'd only given his hair a cursory scrub with the towel, so it was still a little damp, and he ran his hands through it to slick it back from his eyes (with mixed success; it was getting a little long).

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Steve smiled and rubbed his hand gently over Rogue's arm. "Hey. I'm back. Wanna grab something to eat with me?"

He phrased his words carefully, making it a suggestion, with no size or particular food specified. Part of him wondered if this was why everyone had always been trying to push food on him back in the day, thinking he was too scrawny and food would fix it.

But even if she didn't want to eat, he wouldn't mind some company.

He looked adorable with his wet hair and that sweet smile she loved so much. It was a smile that she returned, almost purring at his hand on her arm, and she sat up to press a kiss to his lips.

"That sounds good," she agreed, reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair off his forehead with a bit of mischief in her eyes. "How about I make us something? What sounds good - pancakes, omelets, French toast?"

Making an exasperated face, Steve raked his hand a little more aggressively through his hair. He started to say 'You've seen the state of my kitchen, right?' when he realized that in fact, she had seen his kitchen, and how little food he actually had. Certainly not the right ingredients for any of the things she'd mentioned. But he'd left her alone for two hours while he'd gone running.

Steve sighed and hung his head, before glancing up at Rogue with a wry look. "You went shopping and stocked my kitchen, didn't you?" It wasn't really a question, though; he knew she had.

Something Steve would learn about Rogue before too long: If you left her alone with a problem, she was going to fix it whether you liked it or not. In this case, that had meant a little grocery shopping.

"I wouldn't say I stocked it," she replied with an overly innocent smile. "I just bought a few things to cook with. So we wouldn't starve." Was that a bit of teasing in there? Oh, yes.

It was something he was becoming familiar with, along with her penchant for making promises with very large clauses that allowed her to pretty much do what she wanted, even if he thought it was too much. She had a way with words, did Rogue, and it was both exasperating and delightful to him.

"So we wouldn't starve," Steve repeated drily. "Nice. Alright then, kitchen lady," he teased back, "sounds like you're running the show, so I'll have what you're having." Probably about three times as much, but that was about normal for him compared to how much other people ate, anyway.

His reasoning was two-fold: she'd said she'd eat with him, so if she made what she wanted to eat, she'd be more likely to eat more. And he'd eat about anything anyway, but he was confident in her cooking skills by this point.

Rogue would never do anything she knew he really didn't want her to, but if it was just that he didn't want her to go to any trouble, then she felt free to disregard that concern in most circumstances. She wanted to do these things, and so she felt that he didn't need to worry quite so much about it.

And oh, it was hilarious when he took that dry tone with her. She wanted to give him all sorts of other occasions to speak to her that way, because it was so perfectly Steve.

"Omelets it is, then," she decided with a satisfied grin, before scooting around him on the bed to slide off and carefully stand. "Come on, you," she urged, grabbing his hand to tug him along.

Steve couldn't stop a goofy grin from spreading as she started tugging at him; he let her lead him through the apartment, but gently came to a stop just as they reached the kitchenette area. He drew his arm back, pulling her toward him, and kissing her for a moment.

"Have I mentioned lately, I love you?" he murmured, stealing another kiss.

She could kiss him all day and never tire of it. Well, her lips might get tired after a while, but it would be so very worth it.

"Mmm, once or twice," she answered with a playful smile, "but I can always stand to hear it again. Especially since I love you too." And she loved to tell him. She would tell him everyday for the rest of their lives, just because she could.

One more kiss - no, really - and Steve let her go, starting to move to the island before turning back to Rogue with a confused, slightly sheepish look on his face. "Should─ do I need to show you where anything is?" Or have you already looked around and know where it is? was heavily implied, though only teasingly. He'd known as soon as he'd shown her the kitchen that it was going to be Rogue's domain when she was at his place; her buying food she could cook with just reinforced the notion.

The only problem he had with Rogue buying food was, well, spending her money on something for his apartment. Something that was going to be there, being used by him, even when she wasn't.

Clearly, the only way to remedy that was to get her to eat as much as possible before she went home.

Rogue laughed at his question, and even more so at the implication it presented. Oh, Steve. He was entirely correct that the kitchen was now her space, and she fully intended on settling into it a little more each time she visited him. It was only because she knew he would let her that she even considered it, though.

"I'll manage just fine, sugar," she informed him with amusement, before pointing toward the living room. "I left a bag on the coffee table, why don't you go see what's in it?" She hoped he was pleased with her choice. Something told her that he would really enjoy Aladdin. Hopefully he had a DVD player somewhere, but there were ways to solve that problem if not.

Worried about what she had bought - her wording meant it could have been anything - Steve dutifully moved into the living room area and picked up the plastic bag, frowning slightly at the slim size and shape of the object inside. It was the size of a small book, but he didn't think that's what it was...

Steve pulled out a box that he finally recognized as a DVD case, with a collage of characters in predominantly purple and blue colors: a boy and girl (he hesitated in calling them a man and woman) sitting on... a carpet? A rather ominously thin and evil-looking man on the right, and over the couple, and floating over them all, behind the name of the movie, was what Steve assumed was a genie. Because the movie was titled "Aladdin," created by Walt Disney.

He couldn't have stopped the grin from covering his face if he'd tried. This was fantastic. Still, he couldn't stop himself from giving Rogue a little bit of a hard time. Turning, still with the smile plastered on his face, he asked, "What makes you think I have a DVD player to watch this on, anyway?"

Rogue heard the rustle of the bag as she got out the ingredients she would need for breakfast. Eggs, cheese, bell peppers, potatoes... She was going to make them southwest omelets with seasoned fried potatoes. (The more flavorful the food was, the easier it was for her to eat it.)

She turned to look at Steve when he spoke, and lord but that grin he wore. It was like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Well, if you don't, we can go get one," she informed him with an easy shrug. "They're not all that expensive anymore, and it's worth it if you want to watch more Disney."

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