My Bio (Jayy)

Reads 90
Votes 7
Parts 5
Time 5m

Reads 90
Votes 7
Parts 5
Time 5m

Mature

emotional fuckoff idkwhatimdoing loveatfirstsight lovetriangle

This is just about me and for you to get to know me a little bit better i'm emo yes but i prefer emotional thank you.All Rights Reserved

emotional fuckoff idkwhatimdoing loveatfirstsight lovetriangle

Table of contents

5 parts

Content Guidelines

You may also like

To the Beat of My Heart by EffervescentElixir

I'm dating a popstar. Pretty big, yeah. Too big, it turns out. I knew this life would bring its own drama. I just... Well, I guess I didn't think I would be the one to shatter everything. I guess I should go back a bit. Hi, my name's Fletcher. Er, sorry. I'm not so great at this. I'm pretty awful, actually. Uh, where was... Right. I'm twenty-two and I have-and I hope you won't think any differently of me-but I have Tourette's. See, it's this pretty irritating little thing that kind of defines so much about me. And also it doesn't. My actions define me, not some tics of a broken mind. It can get pretty bad, but I'm not alone. I've always had people at my back, otherwise, I think I'd have given up long ago. I consider myself a decent guy. I don't do drama, okay. But we're four guys. Four very different guys on a world tour and that's four beating hearts with their own reasons to beat a little slower. Or a little quicker. My boyfriend is Clay Hudson. You've probably heard of him. He had this familiar, yet killer story of overcoming pain and a nasty drug addiction. And then he became a popstar. I know, right. It's usually the other way around. But Clay's pretty backwards like that. And I love him despite all the scars, love him because I have always loved him. I don't think it's possible for us to lose each other. I hope. Clay hurt me once. I don't ever want to hurt him, but I've been thrust into a life I was never prepared for. Kai pisses me off every time he opens his mouth; Ansel drinks when the going gets rough, hiding God knows what secret, and maybe I think I'm hurting those closest to me with some secrets of my own. I am following in the footsteps of a legend, but I'm not leaving any footprints of my own. Music is everything to me now, but I am silenced by the soundwaves, and no one dances to the beat of my heart. So, will you? --The sequel to Finding the Pure Note--

Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader) by heorri

You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

Every girl has 'that' crush. You know what I'm talking about. The one boy who's the first thought on your mind when you wake up, and the last thought before you go to sleep. The one you carefully select your clothes for, don your best makeup, and style your hair perfectly for. I had 'that' crush. Brock was hot; he was sexy and alpha, with dark smoldering eyes and tattoos that littered his rock-hard body. My poor seventeen-year-old heart had no clue how to handle it, because my badass crush wasn't a boy. He was a man; a nightclub owning married man, who also happened to be my best friend's stepdad. I wasn't the only one who was crushing on Emma's stepdad. He knew it too, but the best part about Brock was that he looked like a badass, he acted like a badass, but he treated every single teenage girl in his home with the utmost respect. He had plenty of admirers, but Emma hated anyone who flaunted their shit in front of him. He'd taken her dad's place. He'd moved in not two months after she'd lost him and had tried to 'parent' her. We hated him together; but secretly I adored him. I spent almost three years in a hoodie, scowling at the hottest man in L.A. The day he left Emma's mom was the happiest and saddest day of my life. If you're going to lose your crush, though, ripping it off like a band-aid is the best way to do it. One day he was there and the next he was gone. And now, seven years later, I'm about to walk into his nightclub and audition for him. He's not the man I remember. He's sexier, more intense, and has connections that are not exactly as wholesome as I assumed. But that only makes me want him more....

I almost fell in love with you After the club last night And you told me don't spend too much Girl, take your own advice Girl, don't act like you changed When we both know you can't And I know you love me 'Cause I think you're lovely

I'm running away . The truth is I can't face reality after I chose a path that hurt me too much so now I do what I do best and that's run . I've always been athletic and somehow I've always found myself running . Love doesn't choose who or how ,but I made it so here I am . My mother doesn't know and she should never know and so my sister too. This is the only way to hurt less people and try and be happy . I'm sorry ...

I think I'm gay... for you. by Kann-Karii

A love between to weirdos or is it a tragedy i actually put work in this one i swear updates vary because i am a mess and cant get my life together

i know men don't like being called this, but i think you're beautiful.

dreamnotfound - high school au by p1gl1n_g0ld02

a dnf high school au, i dont know what to say, man -no smut bcuz thats ewwwww i think ill pass -why did i write a bullet point thats the only thing i wanted to say

Why did you have to leave me ..

i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.

To the Beat of My Heart

I'm dating a popstar. Pretty big, yeah. Too big, it turns out. I knew this life would bring its own drama. I just... Well, I guess I didn't think I would be the one to shatter everything. I guess I should go back a bit. Hi, my name's Fletcher. Er, sorry. I'm not so great at this. I'm pretty awful, actually. Uh, where was... Right. I'm twenty-two and I have-and I hope you won't think any differently of me-but I have Tourette's. See, it's this pretty irritating little thing that kind of defines so much about me. And also it doesn't. My actions define me, not some tics of a broken mind. It can get pretty bad, but I'm not alone. I've always had people at my back, otherwise, I think I'd have given up long ago. I consider myself a decent guy. I don't do drama, okay. But we're four guys. Four very different guys on a world tour and that's four beating hearts with their own reasons to beat a little slower. Or a little quicker. My boyfriend is Clay Hudson. You've probably heard of him. He had this familiar, yet killer story of overcoming pain and a nasty drug addiction. And then he became a popstar. I know, right. It's usually the other way around. But Clay's pretty backwards like that. And I love him despite all the scars, love him because I have always loved him. I don't think it's possible for us to lose each other. I hope. Clay hurt me once. I don't ever want to hurt him, but I've been thrust into a life I was never prepared for. Kai pisses me off every time he opens his mouth; Ansel drinks when the going gets rough, hiding God knows what secret, and maybe I think I'm hurting those closest to me with some secrets of my own. I am following in the footsteps of a legend, but I'm not leaving any footprints of my own. Music is everything to me now, but I am silenced by the soundwaves, and no one dances to the beat of my heart. So, will you? --The sequel to Finding the Pure Note--

More details