I’ve been far too quiet lately. Despite travelling LOTS, I’ve not had many chances to get out with my camera. I’ll be making up for that soon. Currently in Rwanda for a few days, so I might have an opportunity here. But I am really looking forward to a weeks holiday in Paris in a couple of weeks. Really looking forward to that one so stay tuned!
series 1: nice, stuck to most of the book, conchita was a babe, jenny is a bit of a wetty tbh, not gay enough 3/10
series 2: jane!!! shelagh ditches the wimple and goes rouge, marriage ensues, too much heterosexuality, where are the gays 6/10
series 3: again nice, pATSY ARRIVES in those iconic trousers, early gay stages 7/10
series 4: somehow the best and worst (fuck episode 8), got some quality gay content before “”“the accident”“”, babs and phyllis arrive tho!! 0/10 and 10/10 for that gay angst™, can tom fuck off, overall 8/10
series 5: OH BOY WHERE DO I START, delia gives wales the two fingers, my girls fuckin LIVE TOGETHER, a holiday to paris?? bless trixie I love her, can tom fuck off, sis evangelina :(, we get that angsty gay backstory™ from pats, this is just a really gay series 11/10
series 6: fuck hong kong, fuck patsy for not writing to delia, the turners baby!! trixie is happy!! babs is happy!! still, can tom fuck off, phyllis is a BRICK, sis winny is a fuckin comedian (10/10 for her this series tbh), we gained a gay (undeniably val), more of that relatable gay angst™ but THE KISS 1000/10, overall a solid 9/10
If you’re confused about what’s happening here, go back and read the chapter called Rejection.
It’ll make more sense. (Can you believe I’ve actually been planning
this chapter since I wrote that one?? I never plan. I am so pleased
This is for PrincessKitty1 (over on AO3), the author of a wonderful (almost finished!!) fic called Lucky Us.
It is an important plot point in this story that the Dupain-Cheng
bakery closes for a month during the summer, and that the bakeries in
Paris have traditionally been required to stagger their summer holidays.
The idea is to ensure both that bakers are able to take a holiday, and
that Paris still has access to fresh baked bread on a daily basis. I
totally piggy-backed on that idea, and in my story, the Dupain-Chengs
get to take their holiday in July. :) If you have some free time and
want to read an awesome story, go read Lucky Us. You won’t be disappointed!!
Marinette dozed contentedly on her new boyfriend, her limbs tangled
with his on her chaise. The remnants of a plate of cookies sat
forgotten on her desk, next to a pair of empty glasses. The movie
they’d watched that afternoon had long since ended, but they’d been too
comfortable to move.
She was startled awake by a knock at her door. “Hmm, what?”
door opened, and her mother’s head appeared in the room. “Oh, I’m
sorry. I didn’t realize you had fallen asleep.” Then an odd
expression overtook the surprise on her face. “There’s, um, someone
here to see you, Marinette.”
“Who is it?” She sat up, ignoring Chat’s protests and stretching sleepily. “I told Alya I’d be busy this afternoon—”
“It’s not Alya. I think that you should come down, and see for yourself.”
frowned in confusion, and completely missed the fact that Chat had
tensed beside her. “Alright, I’ll be down in a minute.”
Sabine nodded and disappeared, pulling the door closed behind her.
“That was weird.” Marinette stretched again, and dropped a quick kiss on his mouth as she stood. “I’ll be right back, Chaton.”
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll be here.”
gave him an odd look, but he didn’t say anything else. With a shrug,
she lifted the door to and followed her mother down stairs, wondering
who in the world could have unsettled her mother. It began to make
sense when she saw Nathalie Sancoeur sitting stiffly at their dining
table, talking with her parents. She stumbled down the last few steps
in surprise, her mind racing.
“Mlle Sancoeur! I—Are you, uh, looking for Adrien? I’m not—”
“It’s fine, Marinette. This has nothing to do with Adrien. And please, call me Nathalie.”
She came to stand by the table, and glanced at her parents for
guidance, but they just shrugged. “How can I help you M-er, Nathalie?”
am here to deliver an invitation. I know you are familiar with the
Gabriel summer internship program, and that you were not selected to
participate this year. What you do not know, is that you were in fact
the committee’s first choice for the opportunity.”
Marinette felt her eyes go wide, and she sat heavily in the chair across from Nathalie. “F-first choice?”
However, someone brought your work to the attention of M. Agreste
himself the morning the announcement was to be made. He was
sufficiently impressed that he has taken an interest in your artistic
development. He does not want you to work with one of his other
designers, because he wants to see how your talent develops independent
of instruction.” She pulled a heavy envelope from her bag, and slid it
across the table to Marinette, who caught it reflexively. “This is a
letter from him, extending his invitation to you. He would like an
interview with you, an opportunity to view more of your work, and to
discuss the possibility of bringing you on as an apprentice once you graduate from lycée.”
gasped delightedly. “Oh, this is wonderful! Marinette, this is an
even better opportunity than you’d hoped for! Marinette, sweetheart?”
“A-apprentice? Me?” Marinette blinked stupidly, trying to wrap her head around what she’d just heard.
“The poor girl is in shock, Sabine.” He smiled warmly at his daughter. “Give her a minute to process.”
am sure that it is quite a lot to take in.” Nathalie turned her
attention to Marinette’s parents. “Perhaps we could take this
opportunity to schedule a meeting time that would be mutually
agreeable? As her parents, you are both welcome to be present during
“M. Agreste suggested a luncheon meeting, if that meets with your approval?”
“Of course. The bakery will be closed in July…”
As planners were consulted and a date set, Marinette sat in stunned silence. She was reeling. Gabriel Agreste wanted to meet her? He was considering taking her on as an apprentice? What? Who could possibly—Adrien. Her lips parted on an in-drawn breath. He must have gone to his father with pictures of her work.
That sneaky kitty!
She blinked, and found that Nathalie had come to stand next to her chair. Everyone was looking at her expectantly.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m a little overwhelmed.”
understand.” She dropped her professional façade for a moment, and
offered Marinette a genuine smile. “Congratulations, Marinette. This
opportunity is well deserved.”
“I-uh, th-thank you!”
“Good evening. I will see you in July.”
walked Nathalie to the door, and Sabine squeezed her daughter in a
happy hug. “So, are you still disappointed that you didn’t get the
“No! This—this is amazing!” She glanced toward the door to her attic room. “I need to—”
“Go on, dear.” Sabine nudged her toward the steps. “We can celebrate later.”
With barely a nod for her mother, Marinette raced up the steps and threw the trap door open.
“Oh my God, you crazy cat!”
please, let me explain. I had no idea you’d been chosen, and I never
meant for you to lose the spot, honestly, I just wanted to make sure
that he’d seen how wonderfully talented you are and—oomf!”
thrown herself at him hard enough to knock him off the chaise. They
landed in a heap on the floor, and she immediately began peppering his
face with kisses, murmuring happy words of praise in between.
“You sweet—wonderful—thoughtful—sneaky—ooh! This is the best thing—!”
caught her face and brought her mouth to his for a lingering, more
thorough kiss. When it ended, he stroked his thumbs over her cheeks
with a sheepish smile. “So, ah, I guess you’re ok with how it worked
“Yes!” She said emphatically, nuzzling into his neck. “Oh, I owe you one for this, Chaton.”
tipped his head back, allowing her better access to the sensitive skin
there. “Hng…! Keep doing that to my neck, and we’ll call it even.”
I like to believe that Patsy and Delia left London for a Christmas holiday in Paris, toasting their love over champagne, walking by the Seine holding hands, and spending hours at the Louvre where Delia looks at the paintings in awe while Patsy looks on at Delia in awe.
Request: Could you please write a Scarlett Johansson x fem reader fic where the reader and her friends are holidaying in Paris and they come across Scarlett’s yummy pop shop. They go in and Scarlett is there and takes quite a shine to the reader! While the reader and her friends silently fangirl and try to hold it together
“C’mon (Y/N),” Your friends whine, stomping their feet like children outside of one the cutest looking shops you’d ever seen. “Let’s just go in, we don’t even have to buy anything-”
“I know you guys,” You sigh, shaking your head. “We’re not going in there, you guys will take a look at one piece of food and demand that we buy it,”
“The prices are probably outrageous,”
“sssssssssssssssssseeeeee?” You sigh, folding your arms over your chest as you glare at the shop. It’s not that you didn’t want to go in, you really did, you just didn’t want to spend all the money you had for this trip in one sitting, and on popcorn too.
“Fine,” You relent, already knowing you were going to regret this decision later. “We’ll go in, but-” You raise a finger, silencing their happy little exclaims “We are not buying a single thing, I don’t care if it’s the most amazing looking piece of food you’ve ever seen, we’re not buying it, got it?” All your friends nod excitedly before hurrying into the shop with you, not too far behind. All your friends whisper and point at the decadent looking popcorn, all giggling at something as they rush in through the door. You sigh, shaking your head as you start looking around, gazing at all the different kinds of popcorn indifferently.
“Can I help you with something?” A sweet, almost sultry voice asks, nearly sending you jumping into the air. You whip around, clutching at your rapidly beating chest as you go to reprimand whoever decided to scare you but you stop when you look at them, your mouth running dry at their face.
“Oh my god-” You whisper, “You’re Scarlett Johansson,” She smiles, nodding her head almost proudly.
“That I am,” You smile widely, your heart fluttering at her smile. “Is there anything I can help you find?”
“Wait- do you work here?” She nods again, her smile never once faltering.
“I actually own the place,” You nod your head, her words settling in. You had never even heard of this little shop until a few minutes ago, maybe your friends and known who owned the shop and they just wanted to get a little glimpse at said owner.
“Oh wow, that’s- that’s so cool!” She smiles, almost blushing if you looked hard enough.
“Well thank you,” She whispers, her smile at least ten times brighter now. “So- are you searching for anything in particular or-”
“Oh no!” You smile at her, quickly responding to her question. “My friends just wanted to come take a look around and-”
“Come here,” She smiles, taking your hand in hers and guiding you to some back counter. You blush at the contact but follow her along nevertheless, not that you had a choice really, she was gripping your hand as she tugged you along. “Here, try this,” She states placing a bit of popcorn in your free hand. You look at her, and then to the popcorn then back up at her again. “Go on, it’s really good, I promise,” You smile as you gingerly pop the pieces in your mouth, savoring their flavor.
“Oh my god,” You whisper, licking your lips as you do, “This is incredible,” She smiles, her eyes twinkling brightly.
“Hell yeah,” She blushes, chuckling just a bit.
“Do you want to try some of the other ones?” You nod your head, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically but Scarlett either didn’t care or didn’t want to mention because suddenly she was pulling you once again, to another station with more popcorn. “Try this one,” She hands you some and you immediately eat the pieces, desperate for another taste at her delicious popcorn.
“This is so good,” you nearly moan through a mouthful of food. “Like insanely good,” she smiles, blushing just a bit.
“I can get you bag if you’d like?"
"Oh no,” you shake your head, licking your lips of any residual popcorn crumbs. “I shouldn’t buy-”
“It’ll be on me, it’s free,"
"I can’t accept that-”
“Oh come on,” Scarlett laughs as she walks to the counter grabbing a bag and shoveling some food in it. “It’s just some popcorn, nothing too drastic,” you smile as she stuffs the bag full of all kinds of popcorn, some sweeter looking than than some of the others. But whether they were sweet, salty, or even sour you knew they were gonna taste great.
You watch as she quickly scribbles something down before tucking it into the bag, giving you a quick smile as she hands it over to you.
“You’ll have to make sure to come back sometime,” she gives you a little wink as she turns on her heel, walking back behind the counter and disappearing into a back room.
You stare after her, not quite believing what just happened but before you could even begin to question what happened your friends scurried up to you, all squealing in delight.
"Oh my god she talked to you!“ One of them whispers, smacking your arms excitedly. "Oh my god you really just met Scarlett Johansson!” You chuckle a bit, looking down at your bag just a bit bash fully.
“It’s not that big of a deal you guys-” your sentence halts as you look at a little slip of paper within the bag, not receipt of any kind but rather a plain slip of paper with a few words written on it. You tilts your head to read the note and they nearly drop the bag as the words connect in your mind.
Call me sometime cutie ;)
and there, listed just below her note was Scarlett’s number.