He's the son of rage and love; the Jesus of Suburbia.

* Recommended 18+ due to sexual content. ** Main characters are Billie and Adrienne. *** I'm writing this quick lil' sexy thing as motivation to continue with my other story. I hope you guys don't mind. Thank you for sticking around and I hope you enjoy. 💖 **** Please understand I did not write this story with the intention of disrespecting Billie or Adrienne, their marriage, or their amazing love for one another. This story is for entertainment only. I have the upmost love and respect for Billie and Adrienne. ❤

When troubled student Mallory Valentine is caught by the eye of her new music teacher Mr Armstrong, her life becomes surprisingly and quickly messy. Taking on the challenge to teach her at a subject she is aimlessly failing at can seem so much more impossible when she simply doesn't care. "Y'know its your future that's going down the drain here, not mine." He smirked over at me. Tapping the end of his pen on the piece of paper covered in scrawly hand writing, which was an attempt at the task he given me earlier. "Then why are you trying so hard to teach me?" I smirked back, watching his slowly drop. "Because its my job," he stated bluntly, his smug facial expression long gone as his emotionless eyes dropped on to me. the bags under them definitely made him look like some sort of dead undead creature. "Well Mr Armstrong I'm sure my brilliance at this subject will come to me at some point." I Bitterly smiled snatching my sheet back from off his desk. He dreaded teaching me as much as I dreaded being in his class, but the tension between us was only starting to get fun. "Good things come to those who wait," "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the patient type Miss Valentine," "I've noticed and noted, as to why it'll take a while to come to me," "You're a nightmare to teach," "Not to sound too egotistical Mr Armstrong but I do believe I'm probably the funnest nightmare you'll ever experience," "Is a fun nightmare not a dream?" "Not at all. Nightmares are fun for the nightmare... not the one experiencing it," He sighed loudly as I watched him bite away a smirk. "Go sit down. stay still and pay the lesson some attention. And for the love of God be quiet."

Can you imagine what's it's like, to have your heart not only broken, But stamped on and ripped to shreds by a boy who's face you can not go a day with out? His voice constantly on every radio station, his face on every music channel, his name on every music magazine. Maybe he's matured a little since. After all, we were young dumb teenagers in love. Or maybe he'll just never change. "I put my heart in your hands Billie Joe," I chocked as the tears continued to spill out of my eyes and down my face. "And you handed it back in a million fucking pieces," "Look, I know I hurt you. I didn't know what I was doing I swear, I never meant to me make you cry or to break your heart," he defended with the guilt burning in his eyes. "It haunts me everyday what I did to you, although it was all those years ago I haven't gone a day where I don't regret it," "I was never able to fully get over you. I was never able to forget the light in your bastard eyes. Or the way you laughed. Or the way you smiled. Because everywhere I turned there you were. On my television, playing in my stereo In my car. And it is. Torture. Even after all those years," "But I'm not that person anymore," He repeated desperately. "I've changed. For the better," "And how am I suppose to ever believe you?" "Please. Just trust me. I promise you, I won't break your heart again," he babbled nervously. As he fidgeted with his fingers. "I'll never be that me again," I took in a deep breath. As I felt my hands shake slightly still as they sat in my lap. "We're not who we use to be." I sighed. "And I'm scared to get hurt again," He took my shaking hands into his as he held them. Stroking the back of my hand with him thumb. "We're gonna be trapped in active depart forever," he whispered. "If you don't let me change the way you think of me when your eyes meet mine." "Trapped In active depart. Sounds better than trapped in another heartbreak," "But I'm trying, Do you care?" I sighed. "I'll always care,"

A poem I wrote for Billie 09/01/2020 from his dad's perspective. There's never a doubt in my mind that Andy is so proud of him. ❤

A poem I wrote for Billie and Adrienne's 26th anniversary on July 2nd, 2020. ❤️

"The first time I caught A glimpse of you Then all my thoughts Were only of you" Billie Joe Armstrong x Tré Cool I'm not good at descriptions so I'll fix this later. Nothing generally triggering really happens in this book. *Disclaimer: I don't ship them in real life. I wrote this for fun and I don't think anyone should hardcore ship them as their relationship is in the past. They are both married and have kids now.*

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having: This is your life, and it's ending one moment at a time, Kurt knows this because Axl knows this. A tongue-in-cheek remake of Fight Club. No copyright infringement intended. I own nothing. Not even an imaginary friend.

A lengthy story I've been working on with a mixture of horror, classic tales, & slash. ORIGINAL TALE: Jack The Ripper. A true story about a gruesome serial killer in the year of 1888 murdering 5 prostitutes, fucking with police, but was never caught. THIS tale: John Lennon is a skilled serial killer with a gruesome record. He scopes prostitutes and mercilessly kills them for his sick enjoyment. But what happens when he spots a handsome, young detective that drops his jaw? (McLennon, duh) Warnings: Language, Violence, gruesome content, mentions of sex, and light slash A/N: I took some content out of the true story of Jack The Ripper, such as small portions of real letters he actually wrote and dates. Enjoy...

The RMS Titanic is about to set sail. Brian Epstein, a first class passenger, becomes acquainted with a young third class male, John Lennon. The two find themselves feeling a spark. What will happen within the four days of their voyage? Will they survive tragedy? Find out in I've Got A Sinking Feeling! (Characters are a bit OOC) ((Sorry for any spelling errors, if you spot any, please let me know!))