Love me

'Come on. It wont hurt, Promise.' is what the curiosité collar around the male's neck hummed to him. Trapped with this monstrous fate, He tried to ignore the calls and cries of the collar. Not having wanted to listen to it once more. "No. Not happening." the guy growled at the non-see able force. Growing more annoyed and pained He ignored the request. 'You cant ignore me forever you know. It'll only get worse.' growled the entity. He knew it was right but still refuses to allow it to get to him, knowing the outcome if he let it take over his thoughts and actions. Its been months since he had been introduced to this- thing-, the memory of how he obtained it in the first place locked and faded. All but being stuck with it remaining.

The man paced around his room trying to cope with the voices demands, or rather, force them out of his head. An objective proven to be difficult, and noneffective. Sighing out in frustration the dude walked over to the mirror in the bathroom to the right of the room. Looking in the mirror, his gaze latched onto the shiny red ruby straddled into place by gold rims an blue gems stitched to a simple black lace. If it wasn't for the insane creation within its beauty, it would really be a wonderful sight and amazing jewelry. Unlocking his gaze from the hell around his next, the man looked up to his reflection. Pale skin, Whitish Hair with brown roots showing clear as day, Blue ocean eyes sunk into dark purple sockets. He looks as tho he hasn't slept in days, even weeks. That cause he hasn't. Having a demon who refuses to leave you for a moments notice, with a collar that is stuck on you for the rest of your days doesn't show to be good for your health. Mentally and Physically. He raised his hand to his hair gently running it through the matted locks of white. 'Just a little-' "NO" He Sightly yelled slamming his hand back onto the counter with enough force to knock a bottle or two off.

A knock arose from the door to the house. Glancing over to the small bottles laying over on the floor he leaned down and picked them up, "Coming." he yelled reaching over laying the bottles on the counter. Making his way to the door he let out a huff trying to fix his hair with his fingers, Once at the door he hesitantly opened it. Not really expecting company on a day where the sun is barely out. The open door way shown to a tall male, no older than the white haired one. "Oh Hi john." he let out making way for the guy to walk in. "Didn't expect company today." he said, slight monotone lacing his voice from no sleep, closes the door after John walked fully in. "Cant a friend stop by their best friend's house unexpectedly without reason?" John chuckled looking back at the other. "Anyways, Smit you've been locked away in your house for the past week. You've got us all worried dude." John said sitting on a bar stool that was to the left of the door where the kitchen stood.

Smit let out a sigh. 'This is the perfect time to do it!' let out the entity, hunger fueling its words with poison.  "Shut up." he growled under his breath, trying to avoid John hearing unneeded insanity from his part. "What was that?" John asked looking confused at Smit. Smit walked over to the stool next to the other male letting his head fall onto the hard cold surface of the counter. Huffing out another sigh Smit look up at his friend not breaking contact with the counter. Glancing with tired pitiful eyes into concerned emerald ones. Sighing for the third time this interaction he lifted then reconnected his forehead to the once cool garnet counter top. "Oh wow are you okay- You look awful and i'm sure the one head bang is enough to announce any upset intentions." John scooted his stool over to place his hand on the back of the small, almost broken, man.

That one simple action, one of comfort and concern, that one touch- the entity that had placed itself in the live of Smit thrived off that. Smit shook slightly under the small embrace of his friends hand, knowing it wasn't gonna lead to anything good in the end. 'Its people i need. Oh, its people we need.' the voice rang though out the head of the boy, causing Smit to close his eyes and curl into a make shift ball. Hating the feeling this thing was causing him to feel.  It hurt aching for the touch of the one you loved, or hell if it even was love. John's hand retracted back to John's side once he saw the his friend ball, concern turn to worry in a flash. The demon in his head hating the lesser contact, roaring for its warmth back to feed its needs. Smit began to feel his stomach twist and turn. As if something was gonna rip out of his intestine like a bird out of his shell. Flying up and running to his room, Smit could fell warm liquid feel his eyes and blur his vision as he felt contact with the bed. Groaning and crying slightly from pain, John rushed after him. Worrying about his frantic friend who just in his eyes broke down.

Smit blinked open slightly to see a frantic John asking him whats wrong, while reaching one hand over his face to clear the liquid that was sweeping out from his pain noticing something off about it. "Smit?! Are you okay?? Whats with the black liquid???" John tried not to yell, but truthfully he was freaking out. Smit Looked down at the collar, noticing it was shining slightly to his disliking. Glowing is never a good sign, he learned that after the first time. Oh how it wasn't a good sign. Instead of replying right away Smit stood up and walked over to John, who was still frightened outta his mind. Looking so pitiful, black tears marking their present in the corner of his eyes, Smit stared up to John. Not wanting to explain the torture his been going through with this horrid bastard of a collar, if it even was that. 'Do it. Do IT' Smit sigh and opened his mouth to speak. Tears making their way down his cheeks.

"J-John.. Its hard to explain without breaking out in a lash of anger and confusion, but this-" he started taking the gem of the collar into his Index and thumb "collar or what ever is... Is cursed. And this curse craves human interaction just like a dog craves a bone. But a Hundred times worse, it Feeds off and creates makeshift love, thriving for any lick of affectionate it can get." Smit slightly cried out, but it all came out in a soft whisper. He dropped the gem from his hand and move it to his face. Whipping the black water from his eye "It has controlled my life for so long, so many painful months, I've not slept ate or even fully left for a day from this room." He chocked out slightly, oh how he wanted to be free from the hell he unfortunately got sucked into. How he wish he never found this collar, how he wish he didn't have to crave affection for this beast in his head to settle off him, How he would kill for a day for his normal life back. Smit had started crying again not to his knowledge. John stared at him hardly believing what his friend just said. Sucking it up for a bit longer Smit went on, "I'm- Stuck with this thing for the rest of my days, unless i give it what it wants. But I've been refusing to give it such.". John looked into Smits eyes, slightly not wanting to talk or say whats he was about to "W-What does it want..?" He said walking toward Smit, who had given up hiding the torture he was going through with this curse.

Sniffling, and quietly under his breath "You" Smit rubbed his eyes before speaking up more. "You. It wants You, and i refuse to give it what it wants." He slightly yelled, knowing if he left this thing get its way it would torture John with its ways. They'd share this hell if Smit gave in. Smit didn't want to pawn his friend off to his darkness. John looked at Smit placing his arms on his shoulder referring and comforting. "We'd be sharing this hell, and i honestly couldn't leave with myself if i let you get tortured like this. I rather be in pain then let someone i care for suffer for my own good." Smit looked into Johns eyes, begging for this to end. John sighed and leaned in, kissing Smit slightly to the others surprise, pulling away John smiled sadly. "If it means Have any lick of normality came back to my boy, then-" he started grabbing Smit's hand in his own "at least we wouldn't be going through it alone. I'm willing to suffer just make you get at least some of your old self back, We all miss the old you and seeing you go through this is to much." John smiled while pulling Smit into a hug. Smit's mind going off with blazes of the collar's residents as it leaked out to John, closing his eyes Smit hug back tightly as if his life needed it. It did. Feeling half of what he had been though fade away, replace with the small light of hope and happiness he once possessed. Quietly, into the crook of John's neck, Smit let out out a small whimper "Love me".

Mango Love -  Krii7y

It was a normal noon at College, Students wondering around campus paying little to no attention to their surroundings some sipping drinks, readings a text book in prep of a test the next day, talking and hanging with friends or just looking at their phone. The weekend was around the corner.

"John, get out here already we're gonna be late for the gathering Jesus!" yell a ready to go Craig. Their friend Vanoss decided they should have a get together, all the guys have been busy with either their jobs or classes so he suggested they meet up at his dorm and have a 'Guys night'. Which just meant they were probably gonna get a tad drunk and play random games. "I’m coming don’t get your dick in a bunch." John replied trying to fix his tanium hair in the bathroom mirror. He had thrown on a random blue flannel and a white shirt with ripped jeans, light baby blue nail polish tacked on his nails. Once satisfied with his look John walked outta the bathroom straight to the corner of the room near the couch were they toss their shoes. Craig was waiting rather impatiently at the door with their part of the refreshments they were meant to bring to the gather. They all had to bring at least one kind of item to the dorm, rather it be drinks a game or even random party supplies such as silly string. They all planned to stay the night at Van's dorm so they could do what ever they wanted without the need of going back to their individual housings.

As John kicked on a pair of short heeled boots he stood to face the man tapping his foot in annoyance of the wait. "Johnny Boy looking rather nice for heading to a dorm room with Assholes." Craig snickered and he looked at his friend's clothing then looking him in the face with a smirk. "Who you trying to impress, the walls?" he said raising his eyebrow at John as John rolled his eyes.  "I mean the walls are pretty cute." he joked along side Craig. "Yeah Yeah, But really whats with the niceness of-" he said waving his hand at John's attire "this?". "Well if you MUST know, ya snoopy prick, Smits gonna be there." John replied matter of fact-ly. Craig chuckled at him and just waved him to the door knowing wasting anymore time would make them late. They grabbed their share of drinks and headed out the room, talking slightly while walking to their friends dorm which was on a higher floor of build.

On the Walk Craig Teased John a little for why he was dressed nice. Knowing fully well the nail polish sporting male fancied the Slight Younger guy that goes by Smit. Smit never went by a real name and all teachers and class mates called him 'Smit' or 'Milky Boy' as his friends say. John didn't mind the slight teases, joining in on some just for the hell of it. On the way to their destination they met half way with a few of their friends. Ohm and Cartoonz were the first they ran into while heading to the elevator. They had bought a load of Silly String with Light snacks, they went on about how they were gonna try and make a silly string mask while one of the others were asleep. Next was Tyler who was a floor above them, sporting Vodka glasses. Jiggly, Scot, and Marcel had a bunch of random things, Marcel and Scot had to call jiggly to help carry some of their stash which is how they ended up meeting the others. Delirious, Moo, Nogla and Terroriser were already in the dorm setting up when the others arrived.

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It was around 8 pm when they all had everything set up; Games in the small living roomish area on their coffee table, Drinks and Alcohol in the Mini Kitchen, Snacks on the Counter scattered out and every other Random thing brought in a bag on the floor next to the couch. Craig went off with Vanoss to the hallway outside the room to order pizza after getting everyone's request written on a little sticky note. Smit had yet to arrive to Johns disappointment, He had Texted Vanoss explaining he was gonna be late to which he told the rest. In the dorm room Thing were slightly starting to kick off, Nogla declared a uno battle between Him Ohm Terroriser and Moo, The losers had to down 1 shot of Vodka each. The other guys just stared at the 2 settings up an uno game, some of the guys brought their laptops for games as they did have them for a reason.

Just as the first round of Uno , that didn't happen to last long, came to a end Vanoss and Craig walked back in with a third head to the pair. Everyone turned to the door besides the 4 on the ground who were laughing at Ohm who lost the round for him and Terroriser due to ohmming it. Smit pushed through the 2 standing in front of him which only caused them to giggle, He slightly yelled 'Yeet' while holding up 2 bottles of Mango Rum. Everyone joined in on the giggling. Smit was no taller than most of the group, being the shorted one by far, which made his small self look like a kid who just won a prize. John stared at the male and just smiled slightly to himself. Smit noticed him and laid the drinks on the counter, then happily walked over to his friend.

After Ohm and Terroriser downed a shot each Terroriser yelled at Nogla for a rematch. The rest of the guys booted up their laptops and got on scribbl.io. After a few more rounds of those games the pizza had arrived, Hearing a knock at the door Vanoss offered to get it seeings how everyone else was to busy with their yelling to even notice. Getting the pizza and laying it on the table Vanoss proceeded to yell at the guys in his living room that dinner was here and if they didn't come get it then it's their fucked. John jumped up from his spot on the couch where him, Smit and Craig had took to play their rounds. Smit watched him get and followed shorty after, Craig the last to get off the couch as it was his turn in Scribb.io.

While eating pizza, Smit got up and asked someone if they wanted some of that rum he brought. John Shook his head as the others either declined or said they'd get some after they ate. Shrugging off the replies, Smit walked to the counter and grabbed to small glasses for him and John. John watched Smit has he pored the drinks, enjoying the site of his friend and to one level crush. Getting lost in thought he almost completely looked over the fact Smit had caught him gazing over his direction. Craig noticed John's lost-but-lovingish stare at Smit, like a Dog with his favorite toy, and couldn't help but chuckled. He Nudged John who popped outta thought and noticed Smit was smiling and staring back at him, He felt his face become slightly more heated.

Smit returned with the drinks and giggled at a blushing John, which didn't help John, next to him. Handing him his drink and retraining the conversation he was having with Craig before leaving. John couldn't help but feel embarrassed at being caught in a gaze Come on John knock it off  he mentally slapped himself. John had had a thing for the white haired kid for a while, they met in a class they shared start of semester. A class John would skipped but went to just to see and talk to him. They became friends over a common interest of video games and slight fashion tastes, John introduced him to Craig  who he shares a dorm with when He first invited Smit over. Smit had transferred from Canada for a certain program he had to take for Design, which was what caught John's interest at first. Over the months of them hanging out and playing a few games together John noticed how much he had fallen for the boy.

John was lost in thought once more and subconsciously sipped his drink, the rum burning his throat as it went down but he didn't notice. Smit had saw John who was staring sorta at him but off to the window that was just to the other side of Smit while leaning slightly on to his shoulder. He tried to get John's attention while trying to keep him on his shoulder, he liked the slightly comfort john leaning on him gave, he wasn't gonna lose it just to knock him outta his daze. John popped back into reality once he felt someone nuzzle their nose into the crook of his neck.

John blushed wickedly hard as he noticed where the affection was coming from, Smit didn't remove his face from that position, finding it rather nice and soothing. The Mango rum started to settle in once he came back to his senses, which was fine, the tingle of the rum on his throat as he finished the drink off was oddly of liking to John.

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About 2-3 am- half the drinks were gone, and the dorm was decently trashed, and everyone was rather close to crashing. Vanoss had called it a night and told Delirious he could crash in his room with him, the two normally would sleep together if they had friends over seeings how they shared a dorm room and His room could be used to house them. Craig and all but Smit and John were passed out in the living room either on the couch or on a pillow in the floor under and around the coffee table. John had stared out onto the night from the window in the living room, Smit scooted over and placed his head back into the crook of John's neck. Both were decently intoxicated, tho not enough to render them 'drunk'. John took his gaze off the stars in favor of looking at the male who wrapped his arms around John tiredly, to John it was a blessed sight; The one he loved half asleep practically cuddling him like he was a staffed bear. It set off a spark in him, a warm fuzzy feeling he didnt want to lose but enjoyed in the moment while he had it.

John moved Smit to where he was basically sitting in his lap and wrapped his arms around him like Smit did before. John wished the moment could last forever. Could be in this spot forever. Everything about this he loved and knew would be gone in the morning.

"Hay John," Smit with his eyes still closed in a tired rasp voice from the alcohol, "Yeah Smit?" John asked resting his head on Smit's shoulder. Resting his eyes underneath his eye lids. "I love you"

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