Dawn Hallowes wasn't much of anything. Something she could admit herself. Just a drop out. Just a bartender. Just a girl really. Exciting things don't happen for people like Dawn. Ditto for even good things. Seems surprising when she realises, too far down the rabbit hole, she's entangled herself in the vines of the punk industry. Led by punk rock bands front man, Billie Joe Armstrong. Her once quiet and content life style is met at its end when she's pulled through the Poparazzi. Being a nobody and yet having your new found friend being a celebrity isn't always the easiest adaptation. When valuing your solitude is put to the test publicly, there's no telling how far you'll rise or fall. Her new life turns to be an invasion of the small, quiet life she had built for all those years, with misery spreading through out like weeds. But she can't stray away from Billie. Although she's not sure why, something deep with in her knows this. Even if it's his fame that's perhaps causing her misery. Because as dumb as it sounds, misery loves company. But only sometimes.

Elizabeth finds herself miserable with her current life when she meets billie, yeah she's still miserable but the world doesn't seem to suck so much

Band oneshots! I'll do oneshots for: Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Waterparks, iDKHOW, Pink Floyd, and Green Day!

Imagines and stuff for green day. ⚠️Warning: there may be smut but I'll put a warning before all those chapters so just skip them if u don't read it⚠️

"They don't get it. Nobody does. They never will." Her knees tremble and she lets her weary body that feels like a burdened pin cushion fall against his small but stoic frame. Cradling the weight of her ever-so-fragile body and mind in his hands, he kisses her forehead, and the ice wall she's built around her heart as a coping mechanism begins to melt away, just like it always does. More than spent, Billie swallows hard; feeling the void of the one thing they want more than anything depleting his serotonin and consuming him completely. "I love you, Adrienne," he whispers against her neck as hot, heavy tears finally flood his eyes. "I won't give up..."

He doesn't trust women, not one bit. They all want in his pants just to hurt him like she did. When the new girl in town and him meet, will she be the same as all the others or will she be just what he needs to trust again?? Trigger warnings: Suicide, self-harm, violence, fighting, blood, swearing, and a shit load of kinky smut ;)