A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes. Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part OnePart TwoPart Three Part FourPart Five Part Six Part Seven Part EightPart Nine
Ten x Rose, Bakery AU (I will literally never get tired of bakery AUs fight me)
Chocolate ganache, smooth, dark and silky slid down his throat causing James to shiver in ecstasy. One more bite of the fudgey raspberry cake and he might just die in chocolate heaven. Or in this case, Cosmic Cakes, a bakery known for it’s dedication to intense flavors to woo your beloved, cure broken hearts, win forgiveness or consummate true love. And consummation was definitely on his mind, since Dr. James McCrimmon found himself a patron of this bakery three months ago.
Three months of banana creme brulee; Chocolate orange napoleans; amaretto custard cakes and the holy mecca of all things chocolate, the raspberry ganache cake. Not to mention the blond mistress of his heart and all things pastry, chef Rose Tyler. He’d designed apps in her honor, dedicated not just a star but a constellation to her brilliance and hired her to bake his sister’s wedding cake. Donna who could not be pickier, raved as did all her guests.
“Well, do you like the new chocolate I imported from Ecuador?” She leaned in close and furrowed her brow as she scrutinized the remnants of the cake.
“Everything you make is molto bene, beyond orgasmic.” He paused mid fork in the air as he realized what he’d said. His cheeks flushed.
Rose smiled brightly and leaned on the tasting counter, her white chefs coat gaping slightly at the top. “So you like my chocolate do you? Or are you more interested in my raspberries?”
“Uh…that is to say–” He gulped down water and coughed. “I like all of it. I mean I’d devour anything you–” He opened and closed his mouth several times. Rose straightened and cocked her head to the side.
“You know, I think I might close early today.”
“Oh.” Disappointment rained down. He slid off his chair and stared mournfully at the half eaten cake.
“After all, I should feed you more than cake.”
He brightened as she called out to her assistant that she was taking off early.
“You bake all day. I could maybe take you to dinner?” He suggested nervously. She unbuttoned her chef’s coat and his eyes glued to the curvaceous figure encased in a black dress beneath.
“Was hoping you’d say that.” She curled her arm through his and what started out with a bakery obsession ended with a romance sweeter than any chocolate concoction he could dream about.
I know this is probly a bit obscure, but I was talking about it with a friend and this is what we agreed on what the characters smell like.
Edit because of Sombra and Orisa:
Lucio- he probably smells like bananas or somethin fruity. A good smel
Reinhardt- Smells like roses, probably a bakery or some little old lady perfume. He smells nice. Like your favorite grampa
Zarya- probly smells either like bubble gums or that cheap generic floor cleaner that’s a bit too strong.
Genji- doesn’t really smell like anything. Probably a nice light cologne tho
McCree- okay, you know those little tourist attractions that are modeled like the old timey cowboy towns?? Like Bonnie Springs? Yeah he smells like that. In short he smells like those cheap rose scented bar soaps and whiskey and horse poop.
Pharah- smells just like home after a nice cooked meal
Reaper- smells like Fabuloso and the Mexican rose candles mixed with decaying flesh.
Soldier 76- smells like Freedom and corn dogs.
Ana- same as Reinhardt, she’s the little old lady perfume. Also smells like fresh baked cookies and soap.
Mercy- smells like antibiotics and heavy iron.
Zenyatta- a nice incense. He smells calm uvu
Roadhog- smells like dirt and heavy sweat mixed with oil.
Junkrat- smells like heavy sulfur and sewer. He’s a dirty little man.
Hanzo- even though he’s my favorite shimada, I gotta be honest with myself.
He smells like armpits and farts.
Torbjorn- smells like an autoshop mixed with oil and fig newtons.
Widowmaker- also probably smells like farts.
Tracer- smells like biscuits and failure. Also known as not freedom and not corn dogs.
Symmetra- smells like some expensive perfume that would take me years to pay off. She’s too good.
D.va- smells super dirty. A mixture of probably sweat and armpit with Dorito dust and sticky old Mountain Dew.
Winston- smells like peanut butter at the zoo.
Bastion- smells like a friend.
Sombra- smells like one of those generic Mexican metro pcs stores. The ones that are no longer actually metro pcs but they sell like phone cases and they fix your phone for you.
Orisa- smells like a bouncy house and multiple traffic cone plastics. Maybe tarp idek she smells like tarp there you go. Her shield and boost smell like berries.
was one of those days that you read about. The sky was bright and blue with the
sun hanging obediently overhead, and not a cloud dared to pass in front of it.
A stiff breeze blew through the city, but not so heavy to be a nuisance. Just
light enough to blow your hair around and make the street signs flap,
advertising all the local businesses to the wind.
Best Valentine’s Day ever 🌹
🏆 @littlefoxfeet is the best girlfriend and knows me so well, I saw this cake on tumblr a while ago and she got it made for me!!
And of course it wouldn’t be possible without the amazing baker Crystal @crystals-pastries go check out her page she is so talented!! 🌙
cold, but not uncomfortable yet, more like the kind of cold that makes you want
a soft scarf around your neck and something hot in your hands. It was precisely
the kind of cold that made Natalie sell hot chocolate at an alarmingly fast
rate. The kettle never cooled so it was no wonder she burnt herself. It was
bound to happen among all the bustle of single-handedly running the bakery, but
following her mother’s echoing advice, she ran water over her hand until the
sting faded and bandaged it. Then she went back to work.
my saturday was busier than planned so it took me awhile to get my thoughts for this together. sorry if it’s really jumbled! @panda013 i hope you like it. :)
Marinette suddenly regretted telling Adrien she liked the
note he put on her bag last week. As soon as she walked into the classroom and
got a glimpse of her desk, she so wished she could take it back. That adorable
A full layer of green sticky notes decorated her side of the
table, and when she got closer, she saw that each one had a small heart drawn
on it. Wait—the middle one had a note.
Have a good day, Princess.
She covered her face and did a little scream into her hands.
Their class would tease her mercilessly if they saw that! And with that
thought, Marinette quickly started to pull off the sticky notes. Adrien would be
absent today because of a photoshoot, which was probably why he pulled this
stunt—she would have punched him the moment he walked through the door. (Softly
and maybe with a kiss to follow-up but anger first dammit this was embarrassing.)
How had he even managed to do this? She tucked the note into
her sketchbook and crumpled up the rest of them. When she looked up and saw two
heads peeking in, Marinette realized exactly
who had helped him.
“Nino! Alya!” She lifted up the hand that held the crumpled
“Abort, abort!” Nino yelped and they both did a mad dash for
the stairs, the paper wad just barely missing its target.
Before she knew it, Adrien had everyone in on it. Rose came into
the bakery one weekend and pulled Marinette in for a hug. It wasn’t an usual
greeting, so Marinette laughed and hugged her back. It was only after she left
that Mama pointed out a note on her back.
During a group project meet-up she came back from the
bathroom to find a note on her textbook. The mystery of why Mylene had been so
giggly and secretive was solved.
Kim slapped one on her forehead as he jogged past. Juleka
hid one in a book Marinette borrowed. Ivan simply came up to her before class
and handed it to her.
It never seemed to end, and it always happened when Adrien
wasn’t there to face her embarrassed wrath.
“He enjoys teasing me too much,” Marinette grumbled after Alix
gave her a high-five and she suddenly had a note stuck to her hand. It had a
puffy, lopsided bird draw on it.
I can’t tweet to see
you in my dreams.
That one earned a nice head to the table smack. “He’s such a
dorkkk,” Marinette whined.
Alya chuckled and patted her on the head. “But he’s your dork.”
Marinette sighed. That deformed bird was the cutest thing
ever. “Yeah, he is.”
Bright, yellow cat-shaped sticky notes were saved especially
for the Dupain-Cheng home, and they were everywhere. Her parents didn’t seem to
mind at all and called her over if they found one before she did. The day she
found one under the bottom of the kitchen chair there happened to be an akuma
attack just fifteen minutes after. So it was on her mind a lot more than it
should have, and she found herself teasing him as they hid behind a car.
“You kinda suck at drawing bees,” she whispered, shifting
closer. Chat’s face was slack in confusion, trying to follow her, and then he
“You found the kitchen chair note.”
“I did and I have to say it’s one of your weaker ones,” she
said and poked his nose. “Bees knees is so cliché.”
He winked. “Can’t be perfect all the time, bugaboo.”
“No, but you could lay off the teasing once in awhile. You’ve
definitely won whatever game you’re playing, silly kitty.” She winked in
return, but he seemed to deflate at her words.
“Game? But I—“ There was a crash behind them and they jumped up.
“We’ll talk after,” Marinette yelled and sprinted towards
He was quiet throughout the rest of the fight, which made Ladybug panic a little, and she might have been a tad too aggressive in her
attacks. But eventually the akuma was purified, their miraculous were running
out, and Chat Noir was pouting in an alley.
“Adrien. What did I say wrong?”
Ladybug hovered just far enough away that she wouldn’t
invade his space, but she feared moving back anymore would give him an opening to
“Can we go to the bakery?”
There was a flash of green light,
and Adrien held out his hand. Marinette followed his lead and let Tikki out of
the earrings. They walked in silence the entire way, and he looked back at her
for the first time as they climbed the stairs to her room. Her hand was sweaty,
but he refused to let go. Adrien pulled her over to the desk and they sat in
her chairs, facing each other. Tikki and Plagg zipped out of their hiding
places and disappeared in the direction of her loft.
“When do you get the notes?” Adrien said, playing with the
pads of her fingers.
“Um, at school? When I find them at home?”
“Okay, well when you get them at school. Where am I?”
She huffed. “Never there.”
Her hand was lifted to his lips, where he pressed a light
kiss on her knuckle. “I’ve been busy a lot this month, so I thought they’d be a
nice reminder that I, uh, that I’m always thinking about you. That I love you.” He
peeked up at her. “I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“No!” she cried and winced at her own loud voice. “No, I…it
can be embarrassing but it’s sweet and I like knowing you do so much just for
some little notes. For me.” She fidgeted in her chair for a moment before using her free
hand to yank open the drawer between them. “Here.”
Adrien looked confused at her move, but scooted closer to look. The grin that split across his face made her huddle in her
chair, taking back her hand. She burrowed her face into her knees.
“You like them,” he crooned. “Do you look at them every
day? Do you want me to get them laminated? Put on some posters?”
“Adrien,” she whined and flung out a hand, hoping to hit him.
He caught it and pressed another kiss to her knuckle. The kisses continued up her
Adrien brushed his lips over the top of her head, and she looked up. Moving closer, he kissed her cheek and gave her chin the
same treatment. Her fingers clenched the lapels of his jacket, drawing him in. But before
she could kiss him, show him just how much she did appreciate his sweet notes even if they made her blush like no other, he placed something over her mouth. She jerked back as Adrien laughed, jumping out of his seat.
Ripping off the sticky note, she turned it over to see a
badly drawn Chat Noir, winking.
“How did you even do that?” she cried and threw it at his
face. Adrien puckered his lips and blew a kiss as she tackled him to the floor.
filled the shelves of Natalie’s bakery, ushering in the urgency of the
approaching Thanksgiving Day. The coat rack Natalie hung in the corner of the
bakery never got a rest this time of year, and colorful coats and scarves
belonging to colorful people filled the bakery with warmth. Of course in the
bustle of the busy season, people often forgot small things, so next to the
coat rack was a lost and found basket, filled with hats, scarves, and single
gloves of all sizes that eagerly awaited the return of their match.
“I’m just passing these flyers around, it’s from my shop, mine and my mother’s, we just opened up in the North. Little Roses Bakery, you go there and take this flyer and we will give you a box with three cupcakes of your liking for free.”
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