I Am So Happy That Im Not Alone In This - Tumblr Posts

so, like, i’ve thought about this before. i didn’t think it was an actual thing bc of how it is, so i was content with my silly little fantasies. thank you for bringing it to life.

That Pivotal Moment

Bumble is a ridiculous word.  Marinette did not bumble.  Bungle?  Okay, yes fine, she bungled things up a lot.  Stumble? Of course.  Stutter?  Obviously. Flounder?  All the time.  But she did not bumble.  And yet, that was the only word she could think of to describe her current behavior; unable to focus, forgetting what she meant to gather from the cabinets or desk, running into the corner of her desk… repeatedly.  Her hips were going to be black and blue by the end of the afternoon.

She was bumbling about her office.  Had been all day.  But no matter how hard she tried to force her mind to focus on color samples or color schemes or sketching or even, God forbid, invoices and taxes, she couldn’t.

She shook her head yet again and willed herself to focus on the color swatches in front of her.  She needed to pick fabric for her latest commission.  She didn’t have time to bumble.  She flipped through the swatches more aggressively than necessary until she landed on a beautiful shade of blush.  Her fingers stilled instantly as images started flashing through her mind; lips on hers, soft touches, gentle caresses, feeling like she was floating and spinning at the same time.

The smile that had found its way to her lips at the memories, slowly fell as the heart stuttering memories turned to heart shattering memories and heart cataclysming potential futures.  The possibility of losing a boyfriend she could survive.  She had before, she would again.  Some might have left her heart bruised, some left it battered, but she survived. But losing one of her best friends, someone she loved so deeply he seemed to be etched into her being… that she wouldn’t survive.

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