Miraculous Ladybug X Reader X Possessive //Original Character//

Luka X Reader Oneshot

I made this one shot as a vent and I'm sorry for the people who wanted to continue the Marinette X Reader. I'll add more notes at the end to explain how I came to feel this way.

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Sniffling, you swallowed a continuous stream of tears that would drive down your [s/c] face which was already moistened. The veins in your eyes were a striking, bulging red that made your [e/c] even more prominent. Here you are, curled in the fetal position on your bed with the white of your phone screen yelling at your face. It illuminated your room, being the only light source in contrast to your greyscale room due to the lights not being on.

You huffed and turned, flipping onto your stomach. Your eyes stung and burned from the foreign luminosity stabbing at them. Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you opened your eyes to see blurred colors of blue and black. Eyes now focusing on the image, the blur turned into a figure with a soft smile.

It was Luka.

This was his second attempt at calling and you were already emotionally exhausted. You loved him to pieces but didn't he have anything better to do than worry about you?

Pressing the red decline pad, you rejected his call and set your phone faced down on the side of your pillow. Rolling over, opposite from your phone, you got into the fetal position once more, trying to cry yourself to sleep. A cracked dimmed lightbulb shone on the top of your head, just put your phone on silent. Nodding at your inner thoughts, you reached behind and patted the bed until felt the slick, cool rectangular shape of your phone was within reach. Retreating your arm to the front of your body, the pads of your thumb thumped on the screen of your phone twice, turning it on. Before setting your phone to silent mode, you slid your finger across your phone from right to left, effectively turning down your brightness.

Almost tapping the 'Do Not Disturb', a notification blocked the icon.

'Are you ok? Please pick up, I'm worried. You've been declining my calls nonstop.'

Sighing through your nose, you tapped on the text message escorting you to previous text messages he sent.

'[n/n] what's the mhtr?'
'*matter, sorry'

'Im gonna come over ok?'

'Im almost there but you can still tell me over text.'

You sniffled as you read ovet his recent message again.

He said he was going to come over to your house...
and you were a mess.

Kicking off your sheets, you draped your legs on the side of your bed and watched as your feet dangled in front of your sliders. Slipping your feet inside of the black sliders, you got up and trudged over to your vanity. As you were in front of it and you reached your hand out beside it, where the light switch was placed. Light engulfed the room showing its true colors. Turning around, you scanned your room. The chamber wasn't exactly a mess since you had the motivation to at least clean up after the messes you created.

Your covers were messily pulled over on the sheets, they were wrinkled to the core, a pillow at the foot of the bed and cute caricature plushies in the middle of the bed. You sat down at the stool of the vanity and turned around. Aboutfaced, you observed your features in the looking glass. The woman you saw had puffy eyes, dried tears on her [s/c] {heartshaped/round/other} face. Her hair was not in its usual state, it looked messier than what it naturally was. Snot drizzling down her nose now and then only for it to be sniffed back into its birthplace.

She resembled the epitome of the word defeated.

You looked at the content skewed across the small station. Knocked over makeup, candy wrappers, bows and clips, earrings, necklaces and chokers, nail polish, a tissue box and a half-empty bottle of water. Sniffling again, you reached out for the blue box in the disorganization of assorted colors. Snatching out a few tissues you immediately started to blow into the soft tissue cloths. Wiping your nose from any access leftover drizzle, you swiped your hand over to the mini-garbage can next to the vanity.

*Bing*

You turned around at the sound of a notification going off, it must've been Luka. As soon as your hind got up from the stool, the bell rung being heard throughout the house. Sighing, you walked out of your room and towards the stairs. Walking down the steps you let out an audible yawn along with a stretch that sent out a satisfying 'pop' and 'crack'.

Rubbing your eyes at the tears that formed due to your yawn, you walked over to your door. The sound of the doorbell went off again as you put your hand on the doors handle. You grumbled, unlocked the door and swung it open. There he was, he stood there with a brown bag in his hand and his black guitar case draped over his shoulder.

The corners of his mouth moved an inch, his brows furrowed and his striking cold blue eyes held empathy, indirectly comforting you. He shook the arm that held the brown bag.

"I thought you needed a pick-me-up, with appetizers on the side." The dull light in your eyes shone white again and the world around you bled into the colors you admired. Luka's face became more defined with hues of pink and cream, the background light from outside bounced off him, giving him the effect as if he was glowing. He radiated warmth from just standing a few feet away from your form.

He slowly stepped forward and placed the bag in your hands. You tilted your head moderately to observe his pools of blue. Luka smiled full-heartedly while looking back down at you. He reached an arm out around your waist and pulled you closer to his body.

"You can sing your lyrics and I'll listen to every word."

You felt soft lips press onto your forehead. Smiling you hugged his midsection and placed your head on his rhythmic heartbeat.

You were ok and things would and will get better.

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Ight so I started crying cuz I thought I wasn't girly enough. That's basically the summary. My two best friends helped. One gave me his experience and why I felt that way and completely understood every word. My other best gave me advice and her words really were a good pick me up. 💖💙💖