High

a/n: btw I’m not encouraging anyone to do anything or glorifying anything whatsoever. If drug mentions make you uncomfortable or if you don’t wanna read it, pls keep scrolling! Also @usuk-hell , @redeyedwitchcraft, and @sherlockscones bc y’all commented on that post I made a while back!

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Arthur seemed to think it was funny to watch Alfred die.

“Sip some juice,” 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. “Juice helps.”

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. “Fuck.”

“The juice, Alfred.”

Alfred muttered hotly under his breath as he reached for the cup.

“What was that?” Arthur said, eyes blinking open. He let his head loll to the side to meet Alfred’s annoyed gaze.

“I said, for some sort of weed expert, you kinda suck at helping.”

valentine’s day

Today is capitalist propaganda and Arthur knows it, but he couldn’t help buying the box of chocolates because it makes Alfred smile like he is now. Practically sparkling, Alfred’s grin buries into the side of Arthur’s neck to pepper him with kisses, in a grip that knocks the gift out of Arthur’s hands.

“Babe, I thought we were waiting until tomorrow when all the candy gets cheaper!”

“Ah, well,” Arthur mutters and he’s on his toes as Alfred tightens his embrace. “The shop was on my way home-”

“No, no, admit it, babe.” And Alfred lets go, eyebrows waggling before he bends to pick up the heart-shaped chocolate box bent slightly from the fall. “You’re a hopeless romantic.”

“Am not.” Arthur grunts, because he is not. It’s 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 you’ve brought him the moon- Alfred’s palms grip the sides of Arthur’s 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. It’s an excuse Arthur’s familiar with, when Alfred innocently offers the melted remnants on his fingers to Arthur’s lips and Arthur sucks the chocolate off. And they barely make it to the bedroom. 

“I love you,” Arthur says breathlessly into Alfred’s chest, but Alfred’s already asleep. Arthur rolls his eyes, contemplating shaking him back awake, but Alfred snorts in his sleep and Arthur huffs out a smile.

It’s a perfect end to Valentine’s Day, until Alfred starts snoring.

uh I rlly thought I took a short break from tumblr but why the blue all fuckd up lmao???