Male/Ftm Reader x random

Billie Joe Armstrong x ftm!reader

A/n:  Warning for strong language.

(Billie's POV)

Getting up on stage is still one of the most nerve-racking things I have to do, but it's especially bad this time. A journalist had found out that my boyfriend (y/n) is transgender. They then published an article about it in the fucken Newspaper. I chewed on my lip while I paced around backstage waiting for The Pansy Division to finish opening for us. Tré and Mike watched me and talked amongst themselves. I think they were deciding on what to say but (y/n) beat them to it. "Billie Joe!" He finally blurted out after watching me pace for the last fifteen minutes. I snapped my head up and looked at him.

"Yeah?" I responded quietly.

"Please stop pacing for fuck's sake." He begged as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. I shifted and reciprocated his hug. I hadn't noticed I was shaking until he stilled me. It was bad enough that I was bisexual, though I didn't give a fuck what people said about me, this time it was different. I heard the final drum beat and the crowd begins to cheer. The band walked off stage and Jon, the lead singer put his hand on my shoulder before walking away. (Y/n) let go of me and kissed my cheek. He grabbed my guitar and handed it to me.

"Good luck boys! Have fun out there!" He called after us as we walked on stage.

(Y/n's POV)

I wished the boys good luck as they walked on stage. When they were out of my sight I started pulling at the loose string in my black jean jacket. I wasn't worried about myself, I can handle a rude comment or stray punch. What I was worried about was Billie, Tré, and Mike's career. I mean, a thing like this could destroy them! They have wired so fucken hard to get here, and one stupid news article about me could ruin them.

I started to get a little anxious and dizzy but I brushed it off and tried to calm myself down. I started listening to Billie's banter with the crowd. It was cute and I loved to repeat after him as if I was in the crowd. Then they started into another song of the set, it was Coming Clean, which was fitting. I hummed along a little bit drifted back into my thoughts as his singing sometimes made me do. The feeling from earlier came back, and with a force. I felt sick and dizzy. I walked over to Billie's chair and sat down putting head in my hands. I knew I needed some water or something but I was afraid if I stood up that I would faint. I took a few deep breaths and raised my head. I focused on the wall in front of me and stood up. I tried to look and walk as normal as possible and finally got over to the water fountain. I bent over and drank a few mouthfuls until I felt full. Then I stood up and steadied myself. I still felt a bit faint so I went into the boy's dressing room and laid down on the couch. I put my arm over my eyes and I guess I fell asleep.

Next thing I knew I heard Tré and Mike talking and felt Billie's hand on my shoulder. I moved my arm and sat up them immediately grabbed my head. It felt like the worst hangover I've ever had. "Hey, Woah, are you okay?" Billie asked me with concern in his voice. I blinked a few times then nodded and faked a small smile. He didn't buy it, I could tell, but he let it go.

"So how was it?" I asked addressing the other two in the room.

"Well, Tré decided he was gonna surf through his drum set at the end of the set and, well, it was a sight." Mike said side eying Tré who began to laugh and fix his hair in the mirror.

"We should get on the bus soon, I bet ya'll want to rest," I said standing up and pulling off my jacket because I was hot.

"I'll meet you all out there, I know you gotta pack up some of your stuff." Billie let me go with a look of 'we will continue this later.' I walked out into the cold air and leaned against the wall for a little while. I wished I hadn't quit smoking, but what are you gonna do. I closed my eyes then I heard a distant voice.