Your My Everything
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Last published Wed, Nov 21, 2018
Billie Joe Armstrong- Tall, Skinny, spikey Black hair, always wears black button up shirt with a red tie and black ripped jeans, heavy eyeliner, hot as fuck... and my high school crush and childhood best friend
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Woodstock, 1994. Collin Grey doesn't belong in the fluorescent lit future that haunts her. A safe, quiet life that fits like someone else's jacket. The cookie cutter American dream. She doesn't quite belong in the chaos, either. So when her best friend drags her to a muddy music festival halfway across the country, she goes, not to rebel, just to breathe. She's not looking to be found. Especially not by Billie Joe Armstrong. He's the kind of alive that makes her nervous grinning through the wreckage, loud without apology. The lead singer of a band she barely listens to, the kind of person who sees right through people like her: the quiet ones. The scared ones. The ones who want more but don't know how to ask. When a rainstorm turns the festival into a swamp of music and chaos, Collin is forced to face everything she's been avoiding, herself included. But Billie? He's not just a distraction. He might be the reckoning. For all his noise, listens in a way no one else ever has. He doesn't try to fix her. He just sees her. It's not a love story. Not yet. But it's the start of something. Something messy & loud. Something real. [completed - fka castaway] [started 2015, rewrite x2] 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: This book contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, sexual content, mental health struggles, and references to suicide and suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: This story takes place in the '90s. While the timeline of tours, releases, and events may not be perfectly accurate, care was taken to keep it as close to reality as possible. All original characters and storylines are the intellectual property of the author. This excludes the real life figures of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, who are used here in a fictional context. I do not claim ownership of any music referenced. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you suspectComplete
What a tragedy // Billie Joe Armstrong
"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger. "Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it. "Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me." I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be. I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed. It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways. I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away. "But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends." "But friends don't look at each other the way we do." And I needed him, he was my life line. And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity. But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true ----------------- She loved him more than he would ever know. And he loved her more than he would ever show. What a tragedy. (Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)Complete
He's a family man {A Million Girls #2}
{COMPLETED + Updated} You and Billie Joe have four kids together all now teenagers and despite his very busy career, he always makes time for his family, even when it seems to be falling apart. **Some themes of anxiety, depression, and even suicide** Let me know in the comments what you think, I'd really appreciate it! Enjoy!Complete
She
How did we get this far? We were young. We were stupid. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to last this long. She was searching for an escape. I was looking for hope. We found each other. In me, she found her route. In her, found my peace. If I lose her, I lose my world, my everything. She is the only woman I will ever love. Signed, Billie Joe ArmstrongComplete
College| Billie Eilish
"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦..." reader g!p x bottom billie © 2019 worthlesscell All Rights ReservedComplete
ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
ɪ ɴᴏᴅ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀʏ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ꜰᴜᴄᴋ" ɪ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ "ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ɪᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ "ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴢʏᴀ? ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛꜱ; ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄ.Complete
ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
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She(billie joe armstrong x reader)
In the late 1980s, 16-year-old Billie Joe Armstrong dreams of rock stardom with his best friends, Mike and Tré, in their quiet California suburb. Everything changes when a new family moves in down the street, and Billie meets Raven-a fierce, magnetic girl whose rebellious streak mirrors his own. As their connection deepens, Billie finds himself pulled into Raven's chaotic world, torn between the thrill of their bond and the shadows it casts. With music as their only refuge, Billie and Raven must confront the cost of chasing freedom-and what it means to protect the people he cares about most. (sidenote: for this story to make sense, technology is included)Complete
It hurts to love you (Billie Joe Armstrong)
Sky was your typical 20 year old. Ever since she met Billie Joe they have always been close friends and sees him as another member of the family and a mentor. They were oddly close for their friendship since Billie was 43 and Sky, 20 but, they didn't think of it in any other way than platonic. But, what happens when Billie Joe comes to visit her and they become closer?Complete
Secret Admirer//Billie Joe Armstrong\\
When music teacher Billie Joe Armstrong catches the eye of 17 year old student Chloe Stewart, her life becomes even more complicated than it already is. Without even knowing it, they fall head over heels for someone they shouldn't and one simple mistake changes their lives forever... ▪︎any warnings to be placed at the start of a chapter :) #3 in #billiejoearmstrong as of 15 March, 2021 #2 in #billiejoearmstrong as of 22 March 2021 #1 in #billiejoearmstrong as of 29 March 2021/10 April 2021Complete
Woodstock, 1994. Collin Grey doesn't belong in the fluorescent lit future that haunts her. A safe, quiet life that fits like someone else's jacket. The cookie cutter American dream. She doesn't quite belong in the chaos, either. So when her best friend drags her to a muddy music festival halfway across the country, she goes, not to rebel, just to breathe. She's not looking to be found. Especially not by Billie Joe Armstrong. He's the kind of alive that makes her nervous grinning through the wreckage, loud without apology. The lead singer of a band she barely listens to, the kind of person who sees right through people like her: the quiet ones. The scared ones. The ones who want more but don't know how to ask. When a rainstorm turns the festival into a swamp of music and chaos, Collin is forced to face everything she's been avoiding, herself included. But Billie? He's not just a distraction. He might be the reckoning. For all his noise, listens in a way no one else ever has. He doesn't try to fix her. He just sees her. It's not a love story. Not yet. But it's the start of something. Something messy & loud. Something real. [completed - fka castaway] [started 2015, rewrite x2] 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: This book contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, sexual content, mental health struggles, and references to suicide and suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: This story takes place in the '90s. While the timeline of tours, releases, and events may not be perfectly accurate, care was taken to keep it as close to reality as possible. All original characters and storylines are the intellectual property of the author. This excludes the real life figures of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, who are used here in a fictional context. I do not claim ownership of any music referenced. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you suspect
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