Holiday-in-Paris

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day 16/100 of productivity. // I passed my first semester, I’m so happy and proud!! But now, it’s holiday time, I’m leaving Paris for a bit, and of course I’m already working. ✿

a brief ctm series rating by me

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

MariChat May Day 24: I Owe You One.

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 with myself.)

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?”

“Marinette?”

“Maman?”

The 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.”

Marinette 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.”

She 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.”

“O-okay.” 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?”

“I 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?”

“Indeed. 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.”

Sabine 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.”

“I 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 this interview.”

“Certainly!”

“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!

“Marinette?”

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.”

“I 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.”

Tom 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 internship?”

“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!”

“Marinette, 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!”

She’d 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—!”

He 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 out?”

“Yes!”  She said emphatically, nuzzling into his neck.  “Oh, I owe you one for this, Chaton.”

He 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.”

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❤️Today marks what would have been Audrey Hepburn’s 88th birthday. We remember her for her generosity, elegance, talent, and beauty. ❤️

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TCM Star of the Month: June 2017; Audrey Hepburn

06/05/2017

Roman Holiday (1953) with Gregory Peck

Love in the Afternoon (1957) with Gary Cooper

Green Mansions (1959) with Anthony Perkins

We Go to Monte Carlo (1953) with Jules Munshin

Laughter in Paradise (1951) with Alastair Sim


06/12/2017

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961) with George Peppard

My Fair Lady (1964) with Rex Harrison

The Nun’s Story (1959) with Peter Finch

The Children’s Hour (1961) with Shirley MacLaine


06/13/2017

The Unforgiven (1960) with Burt Lancaster


06/19/2017

How to Steal a Million (1966) with Peter O'Toole

Wait Until Dark (1967) with Alan Arkin

The Lavender Hill Mob (1952) with Alec Guinness

The Secret People (1952) with Valentina Cortese


06/26/2017

Paris When it Sizzles (1963) with William Holden

Funny Face (1957) with Fred Astaire

Always (1989) with Richard Dreyfuss

War and Peace (1956) with Mel Ferrer


06/27/2017

Robin and Marian (1976) with Sean Connery


06/30/2017

Two for the Road (1967) with Albert Finney

Parisian popcorn

(A/N): I loved this request! 

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

Warnings: none? 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t


Originally posted by hailscarlettjohansson

   “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,” 

   “Pllllllleeeeeee”

   “The prices are probably outrageous,” 

   “eeeeeaaaaaaasssss-” 

  “You guys-” 

   “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. 

  “Yeah?” 

  “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.