setting fires to our insides for fun;

luka ikashev. 26. 

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kristina-antonova:

Catching his gaze, Kristina stood from afar and simply gave him a thumbs up. “You’re doing great,” She mouthed.

Luka would get his revenge someday, and it would be slow and torturous, for sure. “I hate you,” he mouthed back, one hand discreetly flipping her off.

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streetpupnik:

Perhaps they came from different backgrounds, but Pup had been raised to respect his elders, particularly those who had lived through hard and violent times.  The reason he had looked at the other stranger was because of his disrespectful tone toward the older gentleman; perhaps Pup stared just a bit longer than he should have, because their eyes met, and this guy was practically begging for a rescue.  So … the street rat’s brow quirked with a hint of snark as he crossed the room and, quite literally, sat on the ground in front of them – effectively blocking their path (and escape), and instead looking up to the old man with an innocent and curious face.  "He’s right.  It’s fascinating.  Tell us more,“ he insisted, quickly slipping a taunting and mischievous glance to the ‘damsel in distress’ before returning his attention innocently to the elderly gentleman.

Fuck this little dude. If this wasn’t a literal child sitting in front of him Luka swore he would’ve picked a damn fight. And a good one, too, there weren’t many people he could beat in a physical brawl with his own slightly smaller than average stature, but he could take this kid. Then again, a kid.

The old guy didn’t miss a beat, just kept going on and on about whatever the hell he was saying. Luka was zoned out by now, busy making the trash can drag closer and closer to this kid sitting on the floor. Hey, if it flipped over, no one would ever know. It was a windy day.

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ivanxvich:

Blue hues were scanning every bit of information that passed his retina, scrolling through his phone while his thumb hovered over the screen, not even touching the device, as it moved on it’s own perfectly in sync with his mind. It wasn’t exactly important information. Just the kind he was curious about and liked to know. He was interrupted however by the war story told by the man across of him, intended for the ears of someone not interested. To Ivan, it was interesting to hear about tales of older times – before he was born. The wars were one of them. It was different hearing them from someone who lived it instead of reading it from the net. However he felt obliged to help when the unwilling participant mouthed for help. It was for that reason that he stood up, drawing the map of the place on his phone to hold in his hand in the kind of way the two could see when he stopped in front of them. “Excuse me. I was trying to find Vanko’s but can’t seem to wrap my head around this app.” He spoke, directing his gaze from the elderly man to the one besides him. “Does any of you know where to find it?”

Luka didn’t expect the guy to actually come forward and help at all. He’d never had a conversation with him but the blue eyes were fairly familiar. The younger Ikashev thought he remembered his sister talking about this man at some point, but one way or another, he was expecting his cry for help to be dismissed. It wouldn’t be surprising, Luka was kind of the resident asshole.

“Oh, heavens, yes, I’ll take you there,” he murmured quickly, getting up from his seat and patting the old man on the shoulder once. “Good talk, man,” and then he was dragging away his blue-eyed knight in shining armor, one hand on his back to guide him towards Vanko’s. “I owe you a huge one, buddy. I’m Luka. You just saved my sanity.”

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jumpcr:

By the time Luka approached, Kit was nearly rolling with laughter. He tried to hide it behind his drink, but he wasn’t exactly doing a great job. Kit stood and looked the other over for a second, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Oh, come on, that’s bullshit and you know it. You could deal with a little education. Smarten you up a bit.” 

“Deal with a little education, as if, you shit,” Luka grumbled under his breath. With a huffed sigh he crossed his arms and Kit’s drink was suddenly jerking off of his hands and into the boy’s chest, spilling whatever remained in the cup down his front. “Oh, oops. You must’ve made some ghost pretty angry.”

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jumpcr:

Kit sat across the room minding his own damn business. Okay, maybe he wasn’t minding his own business so much, because he was absolutely watching Luka from across the way, but at the very least he wasn’t trying to put himself where he didn’t belong. For one thing, he didn’t want to end up stuck in a conversation about the cold war and for another, watching Luka struggle was sort of entertaining. So when the other sent him that look, as cute as the plea was, Kit just grinned at him, rubbing his hand in quick back and forth motions along the top of his head, feeling the buzz-cut of his hair. The shake of his head clearly said: oh no, you’re on your own. 

Oh, fuck you, you fucking motherfucker shitty piece of shit Kit. Luka almost wished he had telepathy to share that, but the brief twitch of his nose and the downwards curling of his lips probably got his message across just fine, too. It was another tedious five minutes before he was picking up his phone and drawling out with little care to dramatization, “Oh no, my friend is dying, I must go help. Good talk, man.”

The old man seemed unbothered, and Luka’s glare was deadly as he approached the familiar stick figure, lighting a cigarette once he reached Kit’s side. “Good fucking luck next time you need me for anything, asshole.”

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“Oh, boy, that is... such a riveting story,” Luka drawled, not even bothering to look at the old man who was sitting beside him telling some story or another about some dumb war that happened a million years ago. Luckily for him, he caught someone’s eyes from across the room, and quietly mouthed, “save me.”

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Luka: pain, hate, and envy?

Luka: those are the abcs of me

Kit: hi

Luka: I am a teenage boy with a Crush