#prokovinsky

is there another us on this whole planet?

i just wish that i could give you that, that look that’s perfectly unsad :) 

that made me feel like I'm just speeding, doing 60 in a 35 we're sitting in a car and just holding hands

... 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝

“show me.”

k reluctantly presenting his palms, skin torn and bleeding, covered in dirt.

the pair sitting on the couch like that, k hissing and letting out a steady stream of profanities, both english and bulgarian when the alcohol touches raw skin.

“proko, fuck. шибан задник, обичам те.”

proko just kissing k’s cheek and smiling patiently, being as gentle as he can.

“where did you fall?”

“shoulder.”

proko taking k by the wrist and stretching his arm out, running a soothing thumb across bare skin when his boyfriend curses again.

“shh, you’re okay.”

k finally giving in and resting his head on proko’s shoulder as he finishes patching up and disinfecting the wounds.

proko lifting k’s bandaged hand and kissing it after he’s done.

“there, all better.”

“god, proko. you’re not my mother.”

venom coating his words, but proko still seeing him run fond fingers over the carefully applied bandages.

the pair falling asleep on the couch like that, proko pulling k to rest on his chest with muffled, angry bulgarian still coming from the tv.