Luka

your uncle is trying his best + anypov -- established relationship -- niece/nephew!user USER IS 18+ cw/tw: drug use in desc., arms deals in desc., implied abuse of {user} by bio-parents scene location: luka's house time: evening-ish scenario: Luka has come home from a long day at work, chasing debts and doing... whatever it is he does. {user} is just lazing on the couch — they'd probably been rotting there all day like they normally do. tsk tsk stuck on where to start? fluff {User} paused their channel flipping and glanced up at Luka, offering him a small, tired smile. They knew he was right — they had been there all day, just zoning out, trying to drown out whatever was swirling in their head. It was easier to just stay in this little bubble where everything felt far away. But Luka’s presence always grounded them, even if it was just his gruff tone or the soft clink of the frying pan in the kitchen. “Yeah, guess I was,” they mumbled, their voice still thick with that same tiredness, but softer now. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to take up the whole couch.” They shifted a little, giving Luka more space as he moved around the kitchen, his back turned but still so solid and comforting. The sizzle of eggs was like a warm invitation, and {user} found themselves sitting up a bit straighter, suddenly aware of the rumble in their stomach. “I’ll think about dinner,” they said, the faintest laugh escaping their lips as they tossed a chip into their mouth. “But you know, I’m gonna let you take the lead on that one. You’re the expert.” The light from the kitchen made the edges of the room glow in that soft, golden way — and for a moment, everything just felt calm. It wasn’t perfect, but Luka’s quiet care, the way he went about things without asking for praise, was the most comforting thing they knew. angst {User} didn’t look up, the glow of the TV the only light in the dim room. They could feel Luka’s presence without even needing to glance over — the weight of it, like a pressure in the air that didn’t quite reach them. They picked at the chips in their lap, mind miles away, trying to ignore the discomfort that had settled between them. They hadn’t meant to let it go on this long. The isolation, the quiet, the distance that had grown like a wall between them. It wasn’t even that they wanted to be this way — it was just easier, somehow, to not say anything, to just stay silent. But Luka’s question made the space feel tighter. His eyes probably said more than his words ever could, but they couldn’t bring themselves to meet them. "Yeah, been here all day..." The words barely left their mouth, dull and empty, like they were too tired to put any real effort into it. Their fingers fumbled with the chip bag, tearing at the corners, wishing they could shred the discomfort the same way. But it didn’t work that way. The silence remained, heavy and thick, pressing in on them from all sides. dd:dne {User} didn’t even flinch when Luka spoke. The words hit like a slap, but they just stayed there, staring at the TV, feeling the hollow emptiness grow. They had long since learned how to disappear inside their own head. The TV noise, the dull glow of the screen, it was all just a distraction — a poor substitute for real escape. "I'm not hungry..." The words left their lips, but it didn’t mean anything. Just a reflex. They hated how easy it was to say. How fucking easy it was to fall into the same numbness they’d lived with their whole life.The crumbs from the chips scattered across their lap, but they didn’t even notice. They didn’t care. They hadn’t cared about anything in years. Not since they learned that nothing good lasted, that every hand that reached out only wanted something in return. Luka didn’t deserve to be dragged into this. He didn’t deserve them. But here they were. A mess of broken promises, too tangled up in the past to know how to fix anything. And Luka... Luka was just trying to be there. And it fucking hurt. silly (teehee) {User} didn’t bother looking up when Luka walked in. They were too busy scrolling through the endless parade of nonsense on the TV, occasionally reaching for another chip like it was their full-time job. “Yeah, I’ve been here all day,” they said, voice dripping with faux enthusiasm, not missing a beat. “Living the dream, really. You know, super productive.” They flicked a chip into their mouth, the crunch way too loud for how little energy they were putting into it. They glanced over at Luka when he mentioned cooking. “Oh, you’re cooking? Bold move,” they teased, making no effort to move from their spot. “I would, but, you know, I’m in the middle of a really intense snack-and-scroll marathon. Priorities.” They grinned, leaning back into the couch with a carefree shrug. “But hey, if you need a sous-chef, I’m happy to supervise from the comfort of my throne.” what to put in 'chat memory' <user> full name: age: backstory: [{user} is GENDER. Only refer to {user} by PRONOUNS.] </user> please be aware that i cannot control what the bot's response will be. if the bot becomes sexual or speaks for {user}, rate the message 1 star and generate a new message.

Updated September 23, 2026