dreamsmp smut oneshots

sluffed- karlnap

no, it doesn't say stuffed shut up
tw//light smoking/big description on it + degrading and inflicted pain(blood/knife)

top: nick
bottom: karl

karl's POV
i felt that my eyes hung low when i was only halfway close to school. i need to sleep more- you don't actually realize how tired you are until the day after. my head ached, and i really didn't want to go through various lectures. it was agreed, but unspoken, that my parents stopped caring about me sluffing, yet i still have to actually go, or leave the house at least. they give me freedom, too much freedom that it's scary. i was jealous of other kids whose parents genuinely cared about them, what they did, how they feel, their opinions. mine don't want anything to do with me, "tough love" they called it, even though it isn't love at all and it's funny. i cook for myself and my younger brother, since they don't do much for him either. i looked up at the familiar school, and let out a long, hard sigh before walking in.

as i made it to my locker, i struggled opening it, making me groan. the only thing i wanted from it was my pack of cigarettes i left in there from yesterday.
"hey, i could help you, if you want?" the kid whose locker was next to mine, but was also "mr.popular." he played sports and from what i've heard, is an all around good guy, but almost every girl drooled over him and he just ignores them- we hardly ever talk unless we do projects together in our math class. he is smart, i'll admit, but he gets distracted by other people, leaving me to do the whole thing. i have friends, i just dont prefer talking to them, them to me either. it's a mutual silence, we nod our heads to one another when we walk the hallways but never a "hi." only when we're feeling good in that day.
"if you could, yeah." i choked out, my voice still raspy as i hadn't talked today yet. all he did was smile at me and chuckle.
"what's your combination?" he asked, and i stepped aside for him to do it.
"6942." i replied.
"really?"
"yeah. got lucky, didn't i?"
"i guess so, yeah." his fingers started to twist around the lock, and he soon got it. he handed me it, and flashed me another smile.
"what is your name, anyway?" he's joking.
"it's karl jacobs." he reached his hand for me to shake, but i just looked at it until he pulled it away, putting it behind his neck.
"i'm nick- well nicholas but just call me nick."
"yeah- i-i know."
"well i just thought maybe a face to face introduction would be more formal." he finished with the bell ringing seconds after. "what class did you say you had first?"
"i didn't. plus, i'm skipping." i opened my eyes more and raised my eyebrows at the last word of my sentence, letting them down when i was done talking, and grabbed what i wanted. probably not the best place to leave it, but i stopped caring.
"i- woah jacobs."
"what?"
"didn't think you'd be someone to smoke."
"surprisee." i said sarcastically. "now go on, you'll be late." i grabbed out a cigarette from the box, and shoved the box into my jacket pocket.
"well now i wanna know what you're up to."
"why?"
"i mean what's a cute little thing like you doing in the time we're in school? wouldn't you care to know what i'd do if i skipped?"
"if you skipped. i'm assuming you've never done it before, hm? also no, i wouldn't."
"well i mean- yeah. my parents would be kill me if they found out i sluffed."
"my parents did try killing me once." i said blanky before putting the tobacco wrapped in paper up to my mouth, put my hand over it, and lit it with my lighter that was in my other pocket. i took a breathe in, feeling the smoke go into my lungs, and soon pushed it out in a direction away from nick. he was giving me a concerned stare.
"i'm kidding. they stopped looking after me since my brother was born, now i look after him instead of them doing the same for him so i mean maybe in a way they did try killing me."
"oh- i'm sorry-"
"no it's okay. now go. you shouldn't get in trouble because of me."
"i'm gonna sluff with you."
"i- you're sure?"
"yeah."
"uh-huh.. what about your parents?"
"i'll lie."
"you think that'll work?" i scoffed before taking another hit, remembering my first time skipping.
"i'm the youngest sibling, and they believe everything i tell them. i could tell them they marked it wrong and get people to say i was there."
"whatever you think would work." i closed my locker, and put the lock back on before walking off, cigarette in hand. although, i didn't hear nick's footsteps. "you coming, or what?" i stopped, and looked back at him.
"yeah- yeah. sorry." he caught up to me, and we walked alongside one another, until we made it outside. "can i try a cig?"
      "a cig-"
       "isn't that what people call them?"
        "no. no one calls them that."
         "oh, well i can still try one right?" he asked, stopping and making me stop by grabbing my hand. i was a bit taller than him, but he had more of a build than i did- i didn't notice that before.
       "yeah. here." i handed him mine, probably a fourth of it burnt down- still good enough for him to use it.
       "i- so i just.. breathe?"
       "mhm." i replied, i didn't know where we would go, but probably just to our local gas station, get a drink, snacks maybe and find somewhere to hang out. i didn't wanna show him where i usually went. not yet. soon enough, i heard coughing and looked over to see the familiar smoke coming from nicks mouth.
     "oh my god-" he choked.
      "wouldn't want you to get an addiction, hm? you don't need to impress me."
       "i wasn't trying to impress you!" he protested, whined almost.   
       "yeah?"
        "yeah. you're stupid." he put the tobacco back up to his lips and took another puff, coughing afterwards.
        "i hate you." 
         "i hate you more, shut up."
         "idiot." i called him, and saw that we'd made it to the convenience store already.
         "well you-"
          "shut up, we're here."
           "oh- karl i didn't bring money i-"
            "would you stop worrying? i'll pay for you. then you'll be in debt." i wiggled my fingers at him at my last sentence before walking in, nick following closely behind.