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Stuck in a flailing relationship, Nadia Spencer sees no easy way out. And now her lover, Carter Armstrong, insists they spend a month at his parent's place. Carter's mother is suffocating. His father is a plain dick. But the longer she spends his Billie Joe, the more she seems to understand why he drowns his days in alcohol. That is until she finds out about his secret, a secret which changes her life forever. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ... 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. [𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝]

Renee struggles to deal with her boyfriend Billie Joe's fierce abusiveness and her love for what she knows is, deep down, the real Billie. But when their secret is discovered by Billie's best friend Mike, the stakes become twice as high as Renee tries to keep Mike quiet and Billie happy. *I do not own the rights to Green Day, or any of its members or family members. This story has very mature content. Some scenes and scenarios may be triggers for certain readers. Discretion is advised.*

SMUT WARNING 18+ Do not read if you're under 18. Complete story. First in a series. Y/N meets Billie Joe Armstrong outside a club and things become intense. Their lives change after their encounter. I promise it gets better as you keep reading. This story contains graphic content. Reader discretion is advised. Most of the chapters contain sex with lots of smut. There is a chapter with a threesome, one with a foursome, mild BDSM experimenting in one of the chapters as well. A tiny bit of Daddy kink mentioned possibly 2-3 times. There is mention of drugs, overdosing, death, pregnancy, alcohol. I use he/him she/her pronouns in this story. Straight, Lesbian, and Bisexual relationships. I do have Joey Armstrong in some parts of the story only because he is Billie Joe's kid. I am not a fan of what he did in the past so in this story it's a different universe. Adrienne is in this story as an ex wife and in no way is this meant to hurt anyone. I love and respect their relationship in real life so again, please remember this is just a story. A different universe. If you're offended by any of it please don't continue reading. Otherwise, welcome and thanks for continuing. Please don't hesitate to give me feedback. This is my first book and it's rather long. If you see spelling errors or feel like changes should be made reach out to me. I would love feedback. Please leave your thoughts and comments on your favorite parts and vote!!! I do not own any rights to the brands, song names, lyrics, people used in this story. This is for entertainment purposes only. Comment, like, share and enjoy!!! Thanks for reading :)

Mike frowned as he looked at the singer in front of him, his best friend. He didn't look right. Billie Joe Armstrong has always been strict on cancelling shows for sickness. He always insists that he is perfectly fine to play, no problems. But how bad can he let himself get before he realises he might need some help after all? [Billie Joe/Mike Dirnt/|Fanfiction]

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."

My life had been a cycle of the same continuous, boring activities until suddenly tangled with a trio of mischievous misfits. I hadn't understood the real concepts of having fun as a teenager until Billie Joe and his two friends had strolled along. Before I knew it, after finding a cocky green eyed boy on the roof of the school and befriending him on accident, I'd been thrown through the loops of life I never thought I'd take. But I wouldn't change it. For the same three mischievous misfits had helped my life become something it hadn't been before. A real story. 23/03/20-12/06/20

rəady your poprocks, cokə and tıssuəs. × fluff × angst × no smut × ımagınəs × tragədy + upđatəs on a wəəkly basıs + and no, ıt's not tragəđy but sıns

When there is tragedy there is triumph-Green Day story *WARNING* (suicide, self harm, self destruction, breakdowns, stuff along those lines, mild homophobia and swearing-not mild) Read at your own risk, have fun. Note: most chapters are unedited, so yeah.

In which a 42 year old Billie Joe Armstrong becomes obsessed with a broken, 17 year old girl. **DADDY SMUT**DRUG USE**INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE**