Hi! I'm Ada (not real name!!) and I have wayyyy too many hobbies. As of right now, I want to run a really pretty tumblr blog. I learnt how to crochet small non-complicated plushies, blankets and clothes, sew (learnt it from my mom) and knitting might be on my to-do list this year. I run an editing account on tiktok and I also learned how to make bracelets last summer so there's that. I published a story on wattpad last year ( it got really popular ) and it's made me want to write more leading to my new hobby. Writing ! Hope you lenjoy your time here :D
Guys should i lowkey discontinue the Double Life series i have here? (i know i last posted last year but i keep getting notifs that people are reading my work đđđ I dunno man
Like i lowkey do have an idea of how to complete it ( i map out most fics before writing them so there issssss an ending)
Continue OR Discontinue it....
CONTINUE ITTT (but take ur time cause uni is lowkey evil :( )
The group met at a little market street nearby the school. Marinette had received directions from Luka earlier and took a very scenic route, attempting to get even more used to the navigation of the town.Â
She turned a corner only to spot her friends, one blonde and one with streaks of blue. Rushing over, she pulled the overly affectionate blonde into a hug from behind. If she hadnât done it he most definitely would've done so himself.Â
One thing she had learned about Adrien was that he was a fiend for physical affection. She hadn't noticed how he tensed up immediately, or how Luka seemed to force himself not to laugh.Â
"It would be most appreciated if you would let go of me Ms. Marinette"
That was not Adrien's voice. Marinette immediately detached herself from the person, waiting for them to turn. As both the man and Luka turned to properly face her, she could tell it wasn't Adrien.
Adrien had soft and sweet features, seemingly giving back into the world every moment of his life. This man, though eerily similar to the friendly blonde, was not the same. He looked so incredibly over with life, if his stiff posture and stoic face was anything to go off of.
"I am so so so so so so so so so so sorry-" Marinette began to ramble, her eyes comically wide as she realised she must have just made the worst first impression on Adrien's cousin. Felix.
Luka turned away from the two, unable to hold in his laughter anymore. Marinette stopped her incredibly apologetic sentiments to glare at the blue haired person. It wasn't her fault. Both men had their backs turned towards her, she had only known it was them for sure because Luka had bright teal streaks through his hair that were easily identifiable.Â
"What are you laughing for," she scoffed, punching the man in the shoulder. He said nothing, still letting out amused chuckles, but led them towards the trinket store.
"Adrien said he'd meet us there," Luka informed the two.Â
"Probably trying to steal all the good looking charms before we even get the chance to see them," Felix scoffed.Â
Marinette peered up at him in slight surprise and curiosity. She knew Luka and Adrien were major fans of the "Ladybug" singer but hadn't assumed the very cold-natured Felix would be interested in her as well.Â
As she was trying to figure him out in her head, the boy looked down towards her. His eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion, causing her to immediately look away.Â
"Here we are," Luka motioned to the quaint little store, stuffed between a pretty toy shop and cafe. Marinette had seen this store before.Â
"Yea, but the owner is secretly a die hard Ladybug fan and has a whole collection of almost every single charm she's released since her debut 2 years ago." Marinette's eyes widened at the context. That must have been some determination.
Felix and Luka waved to the woman working the cash register, she smiled sweetly at them, already gesturing to the open door at the back of the store. Marinette followed the two boys into what seemed like the basement.Â
There, Adrien sat, criss-cross, in the center of a carpet covered in what must have been thousands of charms. The blonde perked up as he heard the foot steps approaching, "I was starting to wonder if you guys got lost," he grinned before hopping up to greet Marinette with a hug.Â
As the four of them got comfortable, Marinette began to look over the vast collection of charms, wondering which one to use as the main piece.Â
"I've been waiting for her to release another cat charm for months now," Felix mumbled as he fiddled with a butterfly pin. It seemed to be a monarch with golden accents.Â
"Do you all have like, signature charms or something?" Marinette asked, clasping the little golden rods together to form the basis of her charm bracelet. She had noticed their user names on twitter all included some specific animal. They also had said animal in their bios.
"Yep," Adrien nodded, snatching a bead out of Luka's grasp and quickly fastening it onto his key-chain. "Luka's a snake and Felix and I are cats."
"Unfortunately there's only been a single official cat charm released and I would rather not be matching with Adrien," Felix dead-panned, though his voice did have a bit of a pout to it.Â
Marinette laughed, "Chloe must be a bee then? It's on her account." Luka nodded in confirmation.Â
"You should see her collection. Major respect." It was true, Chloe had an entire room dedicated to every piece of Bee-merchandise ladybug had ever produced.Â
As Marinette looked over the piles of pins, charms and beads, she felt a nudge to her side. Glancing over, she was met with Felix's outstretched palm. Within it was a white and gold bunny charm.Â
Marinette blinked, then took it from his hand. âThanks,â she smiled, not expecting the assistance. Felix simply nodded, already turning away.
Marinette had seemingly been adopted by her two not-so-new online friends. Luka, her mischief buddy from back in kindergarten and his extremely energetic, and apparently quite famous, model friend.Â
When she had initially met Luka for a tour, she had expected him to be just as sporadic as he seemed online, which scared her a bit as she was quite introverted. Fortunately for her, he was a lot more calm in person. It truly was Adrien she had to worry about.
The three had spent the weekend together, the boys showing her around the huge school of Francis Dupont and some interesting places in Paris. Which brings us to her first day. Marinette was late.Â
Low chatter filled the classroom of students. Many of them separated into their own groups. Adrien sat in front of Luka, turned to face his desk as they both quietly fan-boyed over concept photos of one of their favourite artists.Â
The talking came to a halt as the door opened loudly. It was Marinette. She wore a simple black top and beige skirt. Her tote bag was slung around her shoulder and one of her hair ribbons had fallen out of place.Â
She peered at the gawking students, awkwardly nodding her head in greeting before moving to the unoccupied desk beside Adrien. The blonde boy shot her looks of pity, though he was most definitely laughing on the inside.Â
The class started up again. âGood morning to you too,â the girl grumbled as she stuffed her notes into the desk, placing the bag on the side of the chair.
Adrien let out a quiet laugh before helping her with her stuff. Luka looked at him in confusion but the blonde simply shook his head, allowing Marinette to get comfortable. âSo,â he started, âdid our tour help you out?â
Marinette, who had decided to let her hair down (she couldnât find the other hair tie and gave up), nodded. âIt was really easy to find this place. You guys are useful after allâ she teased.
Adrien, ever the dramatic, gasped, clutching an arm over his heart. âNow look what you did Marinette,â Luka chuckled as the blonde boy let out fake sounds of hurt. âYou hurt his feelings.â
Marinette laughed. She was so grateful she had befriended these two, as dramatic as they seemed. The class quieted down once more as the bell rang and the doors slid open smoothly. It seemed to be their teacher.
Marinette stayed quiet, unsure of what to say as the class greeted the woman.Â
âGood Morning students,â Mme. Bustier greeted the class in return. Her eyes scanned over the room before landing on the ravenette. âIt seems as though we have a new student! Would you like to come up and introduce yourself?â
Marinette felt her cheeks warm up as all the attention in the room fell to her. She glanced at Luka and Adrien, both boys shooting her looks of encouragement, before getting up and standing next to the teachers desk at the front of the class.
âHello. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.â She paused, unsure of what else to say. âUmm⊠I like designing clothes?â She offered the quiet class.Â
Hands shot up immediately, everyone wanting to grab information from the new girl. âWhere was your last school?â a hyperactive blonde spoke.
âIâve been homeschooled almost all my life,â she answered.Â
âDo you play sports?â
âI danceâ
âWhoâs your favourite musician?â
âDonât really have one,â she shrugged.
A blonde girl with perfectly manicured nails raised her hand to ask a question. Though she hadnât spoken yet, Marinette could tell she held significant power over the class as they immediately quieted down. âWhere did you get that skirt?â
âMade it myself,â Marinette answered nervously. She was usually so proud of her work, but this girl in the extremely gorgeous yellow jacket seemed to be staring into her soul.Â
âIt's cute,â she nodded dismissively before refocusing on her work. Marinette nodded and answered a few more questions before sitting down. The teacher began discussing the lesson for the day and the ravenette let out a deep breath she hadnât realized she was holding.
âWell that wasâŠâ Adrien started only to get interrupted by Lukaâs muffled laughter.Â
âI donât know why you're laughing, Luka crayon-muncher Couffaineâ she jabbed. The boy was gobsmacked and too stunned to speak. As Adrien attempted to hide his laughter from the teacher, Marinette had a feeling she would fit right into the class.
@ Ladybug Official: Famous Musician and pop-star. Completely adored by her fan base the "Lucky Charms". Loves responding to fan threads and messages.
@ Du Pain ;P : Marinette Dupain Cheng. New student at Francais Dupont. Has no idea who this ladybug person is but is being tutored by Luka on the importance of her existence.
@ Chloe Bourgeois : Loves Ladybug. Considers herself the #1 fan (Luka would say otherwise). Loves spending her money on good looking clothes and shockingly enjoys being around Marinette.
@ Felix De Vanily : Quite popular model. Doesn't necessarily care about what others think about him (hence his quite random posts). Ladybug's actual #3 fan (not that he would ever admit that...).
@ Adrikins????? : Adrien Agreste. Ladybug's #2 fan. Was at her very first concert ever. Has been best friends with Luka since 8th grade (they bonded over their love for music).
@ Luka CUFFain : Luka Couffaine. Ladybugs #1 fan. Stalked outside of the record store when her new album dropped. Has made it his life mission to meet Ladybug in person and collect all her charms. He seems really calm and collected in person but tweaks out online.
Prompt : Luka tries to teach you how to play guitar. Again.
Pairing : Luka Couffaine x Reader, Luka x Reader
Warnings : None, Fluff
A/NÂ : Un-edited. I set a 15 minute timer and didn't stop writing. This is what I came up with lol. Reader is gender neutral. No use of Y/N.
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You couldn't remember how you got into this position. Actually, you could.Â
Luka, your incredibly sweet boyfriend, had invited you to his boat house during the weekend for much needed rest and relaxation. He'd seen the way school had been weighing down on your recently and wanted you to gain back some energy.
This was obviously achieved by the heavy amounts of hugs and kisses he granted you. So now you lay in your pajamas on his bed as he sat by the foot of the bed, playing his guitar. You watched in curiosity as his fingers swiftly ran over each string, the sound humming out gently into the room.
Suddenly, you got up, an idea quickly forming into your head. Getting off the bed, you knelt beside the boy, eyes boring into the side of his head waiting for him to take notice.Â
The boy simply chuckled before turning to face you, an adoring look in his eyes. "Yes melody?"
You felt your face heat up slightly at the sweet pet name but remained focused. "Teach me how to play guitar." You didn't ask him, you demanded it.Â
He immediately shook his head in disagreement and honestly you couldn't blame him. "Remember what happened last time I attempted to teach you how to play?" He was right, you seemed to have bad luck when trying to learn new things. A few months back, he had tried to teach you how to play guitar only to end up with 2 broken strings.Â
You had obviously forgotten this incident seeing as you were where you are now. A small pout formed on your lips as you flopped onto his lap, he moved his guitar out of the way just in time. "Pretty please??? I'll pay so much attention this time I pinkie promise," you batted your eyes at him. Attempting to persuade him. Little did you know he didn't need much persuasion. He knew he would comply the second you had asked.
This was how you found yourself in this position. You sat between his legs, his guitar in front of you and his arms wrapped around you. At first it was quite easy, both you and Luka being shocked at how quick you were understanding the instrument. That was before you noticed just how close in proximity you both were.
You suddenly remembered why it was so difficult for you to successfully play last time. You knew Luka was a good looking guy, you could see it from a mile away. So being so incredibly close to his face? Feeling his breath on your neck? The way his arms subtly flexed around you as he guided your fingers to the right string?Â
Your brain became fuzzy. What were you doing again? And with that, the first string snapped. The room was silent with both you and Luka looking at the instrument in shock. Before he could even utter a word, you groaned in annoyance, falling back on him. "I tried I promise," you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest.
"Really?" he hummed out, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes, quickly sitting up and moving out of his grasp. As you put the now semi-broken instrument on his guitar stand, you began to explain.
"It's not my fault my boyfriend is so pretty," you began to ramble. Turning to face him, you were met with a lazy grin as he sat leaning back, eyes never leaving your frame. "See! You're doing it right now," your voice turned frustrated. How was this fair?Â
"It's alright," he tried to stifle a smile. "If you can't play the guitar cause I'm too hot, who am I to complain?" he shrugged, only making you even more flustered. He would most definitely be the death of you.Â
-` đž .á Summary : Marinette transfers to Françoise Dupont and reunites with her kindergarten bestie Luka. Of course this also means befriending Adrien and his evil twin of a cousin, Felix. Anyways! Marinette may or may not be hiding something very very very relevant to the boys lives, not that anyone notices...
-` đž .á Genre : Smau. Fluff. Silliness. A small bit of Angst in the future
-` đž .á Pairings : Marinette x Felix (duh)
-` đž .á Started : June 14, 2025
-` đž .á Ended : Ongoing!
-` đž .á A/N : Some of the characters will most definitely be acting out... Specifically Luka (but thats only online!). Will include Luka, Felix, Adrien, Chloe and Marinette. Everyone is aged up to 19/20 and is in their last year of high school (Doesn't make sense but lets use wattpad logic please <3). I have no idea what update schedules will look like but i hope this ends up around 20 âchaptersâ
hiiiiiii i found ur work and found myself reading a lot of it in ur profile.. and i was wondering if u could write some more luka x reader stuff... cause this app needs more luka đđ i really love ur work btw, think of me as ur #1 fan đ
Omg i absolutely adore and love you. I will write more luka stuff most definitely!!!! Thank you much for readinggg đ
It would be funny if Andre got evilized in a future episode and Ladybug and Catnoir hear him ask them whether itâs possible for him to right his wrongs about Chloe and for Chloe to come back. Ladybug is angry at Andre upon hearing this. Catnoir is like, âSo you want to become a better father to Chloe? You felt guilty about not being a good father. Is that why you want Chloe to come back? Is that why you got evilized?â
Catnoir is angry when Andre reveals he was evilized due to distress about his directorial prospects not going to plan, and that Andre wanted Chloe to come back to use her social media influence to boost his career, not so he can become a better father.
Then cracks form in Catnoir and Ladybugâs relationship when Catnoir realised that Ladybug was angry at Andre because she didnât want Chloe to come back, not because Andre is such a bad father.
I love this but i have no idea how id make this end?? Feel like marinette would be too stubborn to change her mind especially when it regards anything about chloe. I will give it a go though <3
Hi its me again đ Ik i said i was taking a break (yâall arenât getting content for at least a week) BUT i have an idea!!!
So how would we feel about a whole popstar!mlb au? I dont wanna spoil so heres the bare minimum. Marinette is a popstar with a secret identity. Shes forced to go undercover as a normal girl (Pr stunt) and meets felix and shenanigans ensue. Lila lies, adrien n luka fanboys and obvi felinette. We like?
I might have to take an official break from posting. Im graduating high-school, going through a breakup and in a fight with my friends right now.
0 motivation to write. However i did see someones message to my inbox (will make post later) and i am so grateful to everyone who reads my stories. I love you all so much
My writing schedule is incredibly wonky. I got prom, exams, graduationâŠ. Sorry for not writing constantly đ Iâll be free after june 13 till them please be patient đ
Also i have a new hyper fixation *cough* azriel acotar đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
Pairing : Bob Reynolds x fem!Reader
A/N : Didn't expect so many people to like the first one lol. I'll write more. Hope you like this one! Its like half the length of the first one but i'm busy w school đđđÂ
(I also tagged everyone who seemed interested in reading a pt 2. Main plot points like the reader interacting with the void will most definitely come later <3)
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The living room smelled like burnt circuits and blood.
Someoneâprobably Alexeiâhad thrown a first aid kit onto the coffee table, which now sat beside a broken lamp and an empty bag of frozen peas being used as an ice pack. Yelena nursed her temple. Walker sulked in the corner, cradling his shoulder. Bob sat curled up in the far end of the couch, one leg tucked under the other, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like a nervous kid.
And you?
You sat in the center of the room, hands clasped in your lap. Not blinking. Not talking. Just fidgeting with a bolt that sparked gently between your fingers. You kept rolling it, flipping it, letting it snap between your palms in a lazy rhythm.Â
Your legs swung a little. Not because you were nervous, but because sitting still for too long made your seams lock. You learnt that the first day you tried walking.
You could feel the eyes on you. All of them. Well, except Bobâs. He was watching the bolt in your hand like it might be a bomb.
It had been two and a half hours since the âintroduction.â
Two and a half hours since the team had burst into the tower and discovered the reanimated girl Valentina had smuggled in a crate like haunted lab equipment.
You hadnât said much. Didnât know what to say, really. No one else had said much either.
Until now.
âSo,â Yelena started, sitting on the edge of the couch, her accent sharp and her gaze sharper. âAre we going to talk about the corpse in the room or what?â
You tilted your head. âTechnically, Iâm not a corpse. Iâm conscious. Thatâs a key difference.â
John was pacing, his shoulder so obviously out of place.
âWe donât even know what she is. What it is,â he corrected, gesturing broadly. âAnd everyoneâs acting like weâre just okay with that? This is a security breach.â
You didnât respond, too busy slowly twisting a bit of your wrist plating back into place. One of your fingers had gone numb and fallen off, a nervous tick you seemed to have.
Ava stood behind the arm of the couch, arms folded and slightly phasing in and out of visibility. It gave her the unsettling impression of being a ghost caught mid-glitch, probably how she got her name. âSheâs not hostile,â she said calmly. âJust weird.â
âIâm right here,â you muttered, still not looking up
âHe said he found her with her arm shoved into the generator wiring and we all saw her eating those mega charged duracell batteriesâ Walker hissed gesturing to the fidgeting man on the couch then back to you. âThatâs the definition of dangerous.â
âBut she fixed the generator,â Bob pointed out quietly.
âShe also lives in the basement,â Alexei added. âNot normal. Creepy girl just walking around under our feet like... like an attic ghost.â
You gave him a confused and somewhat offended look. âIâm not a ghost. Ghosts donât short out light switches when they sneeze.â
âI knew it wasnât faulty wiring,â Bob mumbled under his breath. Seeing as he was home the most often, he normally waved it off whenever the lights in the tower would flicker on and off. Blaming it on the bad wiring.
Bucky leaned forward from his seat near the wall, his metal fingers steepled beneath his chin. âWe need to be asking the right questions. Why didnât Valentina tell us about her?â
âCanât help you there,â you shrugged, rearranging your fingers in the wrong places, âI donât think she even knew I was listening. All I know is she called me her âspare miracleâ â
The room froze as you continued.
âI was barely conscious when she moved me to Sublevel E. Only reason I even heard a thing she said was cause my ears were close to where she stood.â
Bob rubbed at his temple, eyes darting from you to the others. âSo youâre just⊠a backup plan. For me.â
âNo offense,â you added, pointing at him with your thumb that was now attached to your pointer finger... âbut I donât think I was just for you. More like⊠a wildcard. I donât know what she expected me to do if things went bad, but judging by the static energy charge she dumped me next to, maybe I was supposed to blow up.â you voiced out your very abstract thoughts as though the thought of you dying wasnât as complex as it shouldâve been.
A beat of silence.
Alexei whistled low. âValentina really said, âbuild-a-bomb,â huh.â You laughed a bit at that.
No one spoke right away. Then, âThe Void isnât gone. It never is. Sheâs definitely planning something.â
Bucky muttered. âShe brought you back from something, right? Rebuilt, repurposed. Youâre what, a contingency plan?â
âMaybe,â you said, sparking the bolt between your fingers carelessly. âOr maybe Iâm just an experiment she got bored of having and buried in a box.â
Silence settled over the room. Only the faint hum of power flowing through your bolts filled the space.
âDo you even want to be here?â Ava asked, voice surprisingly gentle, she had been the second nicest to you so far. âWith us, I mean.â
You considered it. Thought about the dust in the generator room. The way Bob had offered you a blanket without thinking when you all sat down in the room earlier. The way Bucky hadnât shot you, at least not yet. Walker hadnât been all that welcoming but he was funny.
âI donât know,â you said. âBut itâs warmer than the crate.â
Another silence. Shorter this time.
âYou need a name.â Alexei gestured to you, sandwich, where did that come from?, in hand.
You blinked, the first time in minutes. âWhy?â
âBecause calling you 'electric girlâ or âthe batteryâ isâŠâ He looked around the room. âNot nice.â
Walker rolled his eyes. âOh great. Now weâre naming it.â
âIâm not an it,â you snapped, voice rising for the first time. The bolts around your neck sparked a little brighter.
Bucky raised an eyebrow in mild approval.
âWhatever,â Walker threw his hands up, one functional and the other still flailing. âGreat. Give Frankensteinâs niece a name. That wonât bite us in the ass at all.â
You turned your head, unblinking. âYouâre very loud for someone whose shoulder is bleeding out.â
âI knew I was bleeding!â he barked, looking at you in defiance.
Bucky sighed. âSomeone get him to the infirmary before he passes out.â
Ava stood phasing in and out of the room to grab something. When she returned, she tossed you a small piece of paper and a pen. âHere,â she said. âWrite something. First thing that comes to mind. Thatâll be your name. At least for now.â
You stared at the pen like it could bite you, but took it. You hadnât written much before. But you knew how. Sort of. You learned from watching your creator do it in your first few days of life.
You scrawled something crooked and strange in blocky, uneven letters. Then flipped the paper around.
The group leaned in.
â...Y/N?â Bob read aloud, seemingly the only one in the room that could actually read your horrid writing.
You shrugged. âFelt accurate.â
He smiled, soft and surprised. âY/N. Okay. Y/N it is.â
You didnât smile back, exactly. But one corner of your mouth twitched. Just a little. Like your face was remembering how.
Yelena stood up. âAlright,â she said, clapping once. âThatâs enough for now. Bob, youâre in charge of her.â
He snapped out of his thoughts before getting up hurriedly. âWhat?â
âYou found her,â she pointed out.
âI donâtâ how am I qualified?â the poor man seemed to be malfunctioning.
âYouâre not. But youâre sweet and she seems to like you,â Yelena said with a grin before turning away.
You raised a hand politely. âStill in the room.â They seemed to have habit of talking about you as though you werenât there.
John muttered something about needing a drink again as he stormed off.
Ava lingered behind a moment longer, looking you over with curiosity as you fixed your fingers, attempting to write properly again. âIf you donât need to blink,â she asked softly, âdo you dream?â
You paused, then answered honestly. âOnly when I short-circuit.â
She nodded, more thoughtful than afraid, and disappeared into the wall.
You turned to Bob, who looked pale and exhausted. âSo⊠roommates?â
He gave you a look. âI donât even know what you need to survive.â He mumbled, not wanting to accidentally offend you.
keep tagging every Thunderbolt's character under your Bob fic and I'm gonna keep reporting you until tumblr ban you. i didn't want to read about Bob, I'm not interested in Bob and I (like everyone else that does this) shouldn't have to scroll down other ten Bob's fics until I found one from Bucky just because you keep spamming the tags.
What the flip
I only have 3 thunderbolt related posts (and only 1 of them is am actual fanfic) I donât think you need to be reporting me or anything of the sort when you couldâve just dmed me but wtv
I feel like you couldâve just blocked me to be honest. My work (to my knowledge) isnât going against any guidelines and i just tagged bucky once.
