remember me. (crenny)
- Leituras 4,410
- Votos 144
- Capítulos 7
Concluída sex, dez 16, 202259m
"Drugs. Fucked up brain. I like to self-destruct."
His face was slightly unfocused in my eyes. I thought he looked nice. "You're one ugly motherfucker," I said instead.
He leaned in close to my ear.
I remembered his breath on my neck.
"Am I?"
I think he kissed me. Maybe I kissed him. I don't remember who kissed who.
I just remember us kissing.
I also remember how his fist felt against my nose and how mine felt against his cheek.
***
A dark (crenny-ish) story, as told through memories. Originally uploaded on AO3.
WARNINGS:
DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT
This story contains topics such as self harm, suicide, substance abuse, eating disorders, and death. Please be cautious.
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#93
deaddovedonoteat
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Talvez você também goste
Better When He's Bad -Better When Series 1(Complete)
"Is that why you call me 'Shane' every time I take you to bed?" His mouth landed on my breastbone. I think he was purposely ignoring the begging, plump peaks of each breast. How we had shifted gears so fast I wasn't sure, but like with everything that came with him, I just held on for the ride. "I call you 'Shane' because you're different when we are together like this-softer, less scary. I feel like all day long Bax is who you have to be to survive this life you've chosen to live, but Shane is who you choose to be when you let your guard down and leave it all on the streets." *** You need a boy who will treat you well, protect you and make love to you like no other. You need a good boy... But it's even better when he's bad. (complete)Concluída![To Second Chances [Craig x Tweek]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/340173635-256-k472724.jpg)
To Second Chances [Craig x Tweek]
"You still haven't gotten over that?" "I don't think I ever will." Craig Tucker is a 18 year old boy. he's a senior in high school and has a small friend group. the group consists of two other 18 year olds named Tolkien Black and Clyde Donovan. He remembers only briefly being friends with a blond twitchy boy, but they stopped hanging out shortly after 4th grade. he's lost almost all the memory he had with him. sure, he sees him in school, but he never talks to him. it all changed after some kid passed Craig a note. he never knew what life had planned for him after that note. Before hand warnings: (There is no descriptive smut in this story) Sh Mentions of drugs Strong vocabulary(cuss words) Depression Mentions of anxiety BoyxBoy Erm..this story is very much a WATTPAD story. It has many quirks and may get a little cringe sometimes, but it's my first finished book so give it some slack.Concluída![Coreopsis [Tweek x Craig]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/352807267-256-k446151.jpg)
Coreopsis [Tweek x Craig]
Craig Tucker was fine with being in a fake relationship. Even though his feelings are real, he didn't mind pretending. He loved Tweek, and as long he was happy, so was Craig. Or so he thought, until a certain night his throat started itching. ------------------ Tweek and Craig have been pretending to be a couple since they were 10. Unknowingly to Tweek though, Craig actually caught feelings and started hiding it from him. Things have been fine for years, until suddenly Craig finds himself coughing flowers and realises that the only way to survive is face his "boyfriend" about it.Concluída
Stay With Me ~ Yandere Masky x Reader ~
"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm getting better." "You'll be safe if you just stay with me..." Authors note: Chapters are written in long format, meaning this is going to read far more as a book. I update as much as I have time for, but in saying this, lots of editing and re-writing occurs and takes time. I take care in this story as it means a lot to me as a passion project and want it to be something I can be proud of. Thank you for understanding and I hope you all can enjoy this as much as I love writing it! -M
Tainted Wings
"Why are you so fucking scared of the truth?" He seethed. The truth. I slowly brought my hands up to his face and kissed him. I kissed him with a desperation akin to that of defying death. This is the closest to the truth you will ever get. I needed this. For the first time in my life i found myself wanting someone, needing someone. I needed his words, i needed his cruelty, i needed his insults, i needed every bit of him. **************************************************** A fracture in his facade. Alystair Satori built walls so high he created an unescapable prison for himself. Cold and indifferent was what he was notoriously known as at the prestigious highly ranked boarding school in England for the rich. The schools new player, Romen Abarra, all he's ever known was alcohol, flirting and running from brutal memories. If only they knew why he left home. What started out as flirting and banters between the unlikely pair turns into something consuming, dangerous and unrelenting love in the chaos of it all. #2 fuckboy #1 rich //15/10/2025
Alone & Lonely
He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025
Right Where You Left Me
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 "What?" I ask. He brings his hand to my face. His fingertips brush my lips. "What would you do," he says, "If I kissed you right now?" "I'd probably push you away," I say, and huff out a nervous laugh. I've never been a good liar, and Nate can probably tell because the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he leans a little closer to me. "I really want to find out if that's true or not," he tells me. I'm too frozen to say anything. I'm too frozen to move or breathe, really. Nate's hand snakes around the back of my neck gently. The rings on his fingers cool my burning neck. "Relax," he whispers, and then he closes the distance between us. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Nate Miller left three years ago. Packed a bag in the dead of the night, snuck out the back door, and caught the only bus out of Woodvale, his wretched town. He left Adya behind to pick up the pieces. She had to console his grandmother. She had to bury her feelings for him. She had to deal with her addict mother. And when Nate returns, everything becomes more complicated. Can they mend and repair the friendship they had? Can they handle if their friendship turns into something more? Adya isn't one to trust, not after Nate left; and Nate is cracking under the weight of his emotions. Is love too much to ask from either of them? Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, Substance AbuseConcluída
Never A Dull Moment (Crenny)
Craig and Kenny from southpark live lives i guess (and fall in love and that gross shit} Also mega warning, lots of cussing, fighting, possible rape and ect.Concluída![[UNTITLED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/330740942-256-k270068.jpg)
[UNTITLED]
"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3Concluída
You Know Why
I could have sworn I hated him. I punched him in the face after all. But fear is a powerful fucking aphrodisiac I guess. ------------------------ Realizing it was hopeless, I stormed off, but before I could get very far he grabbed my hand. Frustrated, I turned around, but my face was accidentally way too close to his. My breath hitched in my throat. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!" I yelled in exasperation. Something seemed to pass across his face. He leaned in close and whispered- "You know why." ---------------------------- A teenage story filled with adventure, angst and love. A susceptible trepidation. mature warnings: slight violence and strong language (YA level novel)Concluída
"Is that why you call me 'Shane' every time I take you to bed?" His mouth landed on my breastbone. I think he was purposely ignoring the begging, plump peaks of each breast. How we had shifted gears so fast I wasn't sure, but like with everything that came with him, I just held on for the ride. "I call you 'Shane' because you're different when we are together like this-softer, less scary. I feel like all day long Bax is who you have to be to survive this life you've chosen to live, but Shane is who you choose to be when you let your guard down and leave it all on the streets." *** You need a boy who will treat you well, protect you and make love to you like no other. You need a good boy... But it's even better when he's bad. (complete)
Mais detalhesDiretrizes de Conteúdo