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In 2030, music is illegal. Art is treason. Silence is survival. Billie Joe Armstrong vanished when the world went quiet-until a forbidden melody crackles through the static, carrying a secret message and a name: Iris. She's the pulse of the underground. He's the voice they tried to erase. Drawn together by sound, hunted for defiance, they risk everything to bring back the one thing the regime fears most: a song worth dying for.

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-one shots of Billie Joe Armstrong x Reader -03.09.21-Present

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.

There was much that could've been said about Blaze Bernard: a patient daughter, 'devoted' friend, 'creative' student. Safe to say, liar wasn't suppose to be one of them. Infamous trouble maker Billie Joe Armstrong. Who doesn't know his name by now? The girl everyone seemed to want, a cocky asshole, Blazes best friends brother- but in Blazes case: her fake boyfriend. Although two opposites: Billie Joe being a true born selfish Jerk smothered by his mother, and Blaze raising herself, still trying to earn the attention of her own absent mom. Finding themselves in a fake relationship almost seems like an impossible chance of events to happen. None of them had ever looked at each other in any different light other than annoying acquaintances until they find them self helping each other with sacrifices they'd normally never be able to make alone. How can a selfish jerk teach such lesson to think about others? How can a lonely dysfunctional mind possibly understand the problems of family when shes got none of her own? Making sacrifices is never easy. No one said it was. But then again, what makes them think a fake relationship with out catching real feelings could be any easier?

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,"

BJA x Reader- might be a little slow on updates, sorry, but enjoy-

A poor man meets the person of his dreams only to be crushed within seconds. What will happen to them? We might never know. Balducci is a band mate fro mother Network and he loves bread. Hence why I made this.

"You've been weird with me for days now!" I shouted, "Why? Billie what happened between us? You won't even look at me any more, do i mean nothing to you or something?" "-No! It's not like that-" "-I've known you my whole life and now you act like you don't know me. Do you care about me?" "Of course I do-" "-then why are you staring at your converse right now?" He looked up at me finally, his eyes meeting mine. "Because looking at you makes me nervous recently," he sighed lightly. "Why?" "I don't know. It's not that you don't mean anything to me because- by God phee you do. You're my BestFriend and I've always been myself around you but now I get all nervous and my stomatch starts feeling weird and-" he cut himself off as he stopped talking mid way through sentence. "And?" "I don't know. One moment I can't take my eyes off you then the next I'm scared to let them lay onto you," "Why? Billie it hurts when you don't look at me, why do you dodge my eyes when they try to meet yours?" He breathed in lightly. He looked back down but made sure to quickly look back at me. "It isn't that I won't look at you cause you don't mean any thing to me, I don't look at you sometimes because the impact your gaze gives me now, scares me. You make me feel all tingly and gooey. And it scares me." "Why does that scare you?" "Cause I've never felt this way before, i don't even know what it means," his eyes looked back down at the floor. And instead of getting angry about it i let them. Because I understood why they were scared to look at me. I make him feel new feelings he's never even knew exsisted, and he doesn't like it. he doesn't even know what those feelings are. And call me crazy, but maybe he loved me too, not in the friendly way. Maybe he loved me but he didn't realise. He looked back up to me, he gave me a half hearted smile before he spoke up again. "Seeing you use to be so easy, but now you breathe and i turn to stone."

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