a/n: btw Iâm not encouraging anyone to do anything or glorifying anything whatsoever. If drug mentions make you uncomfortable or if you donât wanna read it, pls keep scrolling! Also @usuk-hell , @redeyedwitchcraft, and @sherlockscones bc yâall commented on that post I made a while back!
Arthur seemed to think it was funny to watch Alfred die.
âSip some juice,â He instructed. A languid smile pulled at his lips as slowly as the manner with which he seemed to melt back into the couch. His lashes fluttered as he shut his eyes. âJuice helps.â
Alfred coughed. He coughed some more before finally going still, and after making the mistake of taking a deep breath to calm down, Alfred coughed again. âFuck.â
âThe juice, Alfred.â
Alfred muttered hotly under his breath as he reached for the cup.
âWhat was that?â Arthur said, eyes blinking open. He let his head loll to the side to meet Alfredâs annoyed gaze.
âI said, for some sort of weed expert, you kinda suck at helping.â
a/n: btw Iâm not encouraging anyone to do anything or glorifying anything whatsoever. If drug mentions make you uncomfortable or if you donât wanna read it, pls keep scrolling! Also @usuk-hell , @redeyedwitchcraft, and @sherlockscones bc yâall commented on that post I made a while back!
Arthur seemed to think it was funny to watch Alfred die.
âSip some juice,â He instructed. A languid smile pulled at his lips as slowly as the manner with which he seemed to melt back into the couch. His lashes fluttered as he shut his eyes. âJuice helps.â
Alfred coughed. He coughed some more before finally going still, and after making the mistake of taking a deep breath to calm down, Alfred coughed again. âFuck.â
âThe juice, Alfred.â
Alfred muttered hotly under his breath as he reached for the cup.
âWhat was that?â Arthur said, eyes blinking open. He let his head loll to the side to meet Alfredâs annoyed gaze.
âI said, for some sort of weed expert, you kinda suck at helping.â
âYouâre making it more difficult than it actually is,â Was Arthurâs reply. Alfred chose to ignore him as he sipped on the orange juice, calming his throat momentarily. âMore importantly, your whining is quite honestly ruining my high.â
Alfred frowned at that. He supposed that treatment was what he deserved for losing his weed virginity to his lab partner, who was foreign to Alfred in every way imaginable. Arthur had moved to the U.S. only last year, but had racked up enough of a reputation that Alfred knew he would ask Arthur for the goods when the time came.
Alfred no longer had a job, which meant he no longer had to worry about being drug tested. So the time had come.
Most of his friends had jobs, and the others had no interest to smoke- which was fine- so although Alfredâs time had come, it would have to be... different from what heâd expected. Arthur Kirkland, the new British kid slash somehow already a drug dealer, happened to be assigned Alfredâs lab partner, and all Alfred had done was ask. A bit shakily. Just a week ago, with money crumpled in hand-
âHey, so, I donât know how much this kinda stuff costs but,â Alfredâs voice had dropped to a whisper, so the rest of the Panera Bread couldnât hear, âCould I buy some weed offâa you, maybe? If thatâs okay, I mean, I-â
Arthur had looked up from writing in his lab notebook. âWhat?â
Alfred cleared his throat. He whispered softer, âWeed, man. You sell, right?â
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows. Heâd then let his expression relax into an easy smile, âYou want one weed or two?â
Alfred blinked. âWh- I, uh⌠I donât-,â Arthurâs muffled snort turned into a laugh and Alfred sunk into his chair. âYouâre kinda mean, Artie.â
Arthurâs smile melted into a smirk. âDonât call me that. Anyway, I donât think I can give you anything on my good conscience if youâre going to attempt it alone. You clearly donât know what youâre doing.â
Alfredâs face was hot. He picked up his pencil, twirling it in his fingers. âI mean⌠okay. Okay. Uh, so what was the data for part two again?â
âWhat? Giving up so easy?â
âIâm not gonna beg or anything,â Alfred mumbled, eyeing the pages of his notebook. âForget it.â
Alfred supposed thatâs what led to their unique arrangement. âMeet me next week, Iâll smoke you out. Free.â A smirk. âIâd love to see you high.â So Alfred had left his house that morning telling his mother he was working on a lab, and there he was next week, on the floor of Arthurâs living room.
Arthur had passed him a⌠thingy. Alfred wasnât quite sure what it was called, but heâd seen Arthur stuff it with the⌠goods. Alfred had waited until Arthur took the first hit before taking the thing in his shaking fingers and attempting to do it on his own.
Needless to say, it had not worked.
âAre you pouting?â Arthur said, words muffled by his face in the pillow of his couch. He moved to sit up, eyeing Alfred with a teasing laugh, âYou are pouting.â
âYou said you didnât want me doing it alone, but thatâs basically what Iâm doing!â Alfred replied. âYou canât just get high as fuck and pass me the- th, uh, the-â
âJoint.â
â-the thing and expect me to just know how to get buzzed nâshit!â
âThereâs nothing I can do but let you watch me.â Arthur scoffed, âDid you expect me to baby you? To physically put it in your mouth and tell you how many seconds to breathe in?â
Alfredâs face grew warm, âNo. Just, like-â
Arthur wasnât finished, apparently. He stumbled off the couch, giggling as if whatever heâd come up with was the pinnacle of comedy. âBetter yet, like some sort of mother bird, did you want me to just-â
He paused. His eyes landed on Alfred yet again, this time, with interest. Alfred blinked.
Arthur then grinned. âFeel free to stop me if I make you uncomfortable.â
He sunk to the floor, plucking the- joint?⌠yes, joint- plucking the joint from Alfredâs fingers. He put it to his lips. âI want you to breathe in when I breathe out.â
âWhat?â
Arthur scooted closer, thighs parting to touch Alfredâs knees as Alfred sat cross-legged before him. Arthur sat up on his haunches. âInhale the smoke I breathe out.â
âWh- what? Why?â
âWhy not?â Arthur snickered, âSo are you or are you not?â
âAm I what?â Alfred stammered, âWhy do I-?â
âRelax.â Arthur took a drag from his joint, chest stiff as if deciding not to take it into his lungs. He leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, as if waiting for approval. Alfred pursed his lips.
â... okay?â
Arthurâs eyes fluttered shut. He tilted his head, so very close- he let the smoke curl out past his lips. Alfred supposed he was meant to tilt his head the other way and just breathe in, so he did.
He wasnât quite sure if it was meant to hit different, but it did. Maybe it was the technique, or maybe it was the fact that Arthur was so close Alfred could see each individual eyelash, and make out the slight freckles on his nose. He could count the million hairs in Arthurâs giant eyebrows. He could see the gold flecks in the big green eyes that stared back at Alfred when Arthur finally opened his eyes.
He flashed Alfred a quick grin, and Alfred attempted a nonchalant smile back but snapped his head to the side to cough instead.
He coughed. Arthur laughed. He coughed again, and Arthur laughed again, and Alfred coughed, and fuck, and again, and ah, fuck-
When his fit calmed down, he turned back to find Arthur still relatively close. Alfred wondered if Arthur planned on doing whatever he just did again⌠maybe âhopedâ was a better word. Maybe it was the high letting him forget that Arthur was still quite a stranger. An attractive one, yes, but still a stranger.
A stranger that was very close and very cute. The weed hadnât quite made Arthur more attractive than usual, it had just made it easier for Alfred to accept it.
It seemed to make it easier for Arthur to be bold as well, it seemed. Well, Alfred supposed Arthur had always been bold.
âSo, are you gay or did I just waste my time?
Alfred balked. âUh⌠Iâm-â
âSorry, you donât have to answer that.â Arthur quickly corrected. He slunk back to his couch, laying on his back and gazing at the ceiling. âForget what I⌠just pass the joint when youâre done with it. Inhale, then inhale some fresh air, hold it in for a bit, and let it out.â
âUh⌠okay.â Alfred coughed again. Lightly. âI couldâve done with that advice earlier.â
âAnd donât forget the orange juice.â
âYeah, yeah, I have the juice,â Alfred muttered. He paused, eyeing the joint. He then sighed. âIâm, um⌠pansexual. By the way.â
âIâm gay.â Was Arthurâs reply. âCare to snog?â
âUh-â Alfred took a hit before replying, coughing out the smoke as Arthur gazed at him expectantly. âUh. Honestly? Yeah.â
Arthur shifted with a laugh, making room as Alfred scrambled onto the couch. âItâs better when youâre high.â
âIâll bet.â Arthur slid onto Alfredâs lap, letting Alfredâs arms wrap around him as Alfred blinked, feeling increasingly aware of his elbows. âI think Iâm feeling it-â
He then felt Arthurâs warm lips on his own, those pale, cold hands grabbing at his hair.
Hey sorry to bother- do you know any dark well written usuk fic I could read? Like the ones Childish Sadism wrote, I don't know if you know him (ŕšâ˘Íá´â˘Í) it's really hard to find some good one and maybe you could help me :3
I Love Childish Sadismâs works!! :D I know a few Dark UsUk fics, but theyâre really good! d([â]Ď[<] )
Underneath by Shiny-n-New  [OneShot, T, Complete]
Survival Game by Rexlover180Â [17 Chapters, T, Complete]Â This one has 2 different endings! One for the UsUk shippers and one for the FrUk shippers. Â Â If you donât like FrUk skip Chapter 16.
Mirror Mask by Fire Bear1 [3 Chapters, T, Complete]
Siren by White Mizerable [OneShot, M, Complete]
Whom he may Devour by Angelpair [Oneshot, Explicit, Complete] Devil!AmericaxDevil!England
Subscription to Love by 01blackcat02 [11 Chapters, Explicit, Complete] Â Â Not really Dark, but it gets really scary in one of the last chapters.
Paraphilial Activity by Americalovesthecockpit [Oneshot, Explicit, Complete] Dark/Crack
Surface Tension by Snowyfoxpaws [2 Chapters, Explicit, Complete] Cardverse AU
There is also It Follows by Zeplerfer, I havenât read it yet but it looks Interesting (Very Dark).
((Just gotta let ya' know that I love your writing and still cry every time I read Forever Hold Your Peace))))
truth be told I entirely forgot what that was about so lemme go reread that real quick h,,eh-- but Iâm so glad you like my work it makes me warm and tingly ily anon
:0 aw man I donât actually read a lot of horror usuk fics but if any of my followers know you should drop them an ask!! or drop me one too, shit, Iâm curious nowÂ
Today is capitalist propaganda and Arthur knows it, but he couldnât help buying the box of chocolates because it makes Alfred smile like he is now. Practically sparkling, Alfredâs grin buries into the side of Arthurâs neck to pepper him with kisses, in a grip that knocks the gift out of Arthurâs hands.
âBabe, I thought we were waiting until tomorrow when all the candy gets cheaper!â
âAh, well,â Arthur mutters and heâs on his toes as Alfred tightens his embrace. âThe shop was on my way home-â
âNo, no, admit it, babe.â And Alfred lets go, eyebrows waggling before he bends to pick up the heart-shaped chocolate box bent slightly from the fall. âYouâre a hopeless romantic.â
âAm not.â Arthur grunts, because he is not. Itâs perfectly generic to want to surprise your husband, to see him happy and beaming.
To see him looking at you in that adoring way of his, big blue eyes gazing at you like youâve brought him the moon- Alfredâs palms grip the sides of Arthurâs face as he pulls Arthur into a kiss- yes, generic indeed.
Arthur watches Alfred leave the chocolate in his warm hand for too long before popping it into his mouth. Itâs an excuse Arthurâs familiar with, when Alfred innocently offers the melted remnants on his fingers to Arthurâs lips and Arthur sucks the chocolate off. And they barely make it to the bedroom.Â
âI love you,â Arthur says breathlessly into Alfredâs chest, but Alfredâs already asleep. Arthur rolls his eyes, contemplating shaking him back awake, but Alfred snorts in his sleep and Arthur huffs out a smile.
Itâs a perfect end to Valentineâs Day, until Alfred starts snoring.
Sup man. I used to follow u when I was really into usuk but I fell out of it bout 2 years ago. Just thought I'd pop by to ur account and see if u were still active. I'm happy that ur still making content for it. Ur writings gotten even better than before. - stalker anon (if u remember me lmao)
UM I do remember you!!!!! wow two years,, I canât believe Iâve been in this fandom for that long ah I honestly thought I was out of it too but I cant be away from the trashbabies (usuk) for that long man
But ty!!! Iâm so honored youâd come back and visit !! pls slide into the DMs one of these days :â) <3
âI should be finishing that chapter.â Arthur murmured, the tone of his voice and the smile on his lips not remotely matching the words as his head tipped back.
âYouâre the one who decided to crawl into my lap.â Alfred replied, smirking against Arthurâs adamâs apple.
âI resent that phrasing.â Arthur leaned forward again, indulging them both in another deep, slow kiss before speaking again against his boyfriendâs lips. âI got up and sat down, I did not crawl.â
