Green Day - Imagines
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Last published Wed, Aug 30, 2023
{Previously ranked #1 in Billie Joe Armstrong}
Imagines about the members of Green Day! (As well as characters from American Idiot) Female pronouns unless requested
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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
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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
~No One Knows~ A Green Day Story
Velvet Armstrong was the annoying little sister that Billie never wanted. He was six when she was born and had a hard time remembering when life was peaceful, before his mom brought her home. Why did he have to have a sister? Why couldn't it be a boy? She and him had nothing in common, Billie was more outgoing and she was laid back when she wanted to be. In fact, she had multiple personalities. Long story short, her and Billie didn't have the best relationship, but he always covered for her when needed. Now eighteen and freshly out of jail after making some bad choices, Velvet is forced to go with Billie and the guys on a world wide tour with their band, which nobody is excited about. It was supposed to get Velvet into the outdoors and make her wake up from her bad decisions so she could restart her life. The little girl Mike once knew and always shoved away was now grown up and different than she used to be. He forgot about the little girl who used to hug his leg and call him her big brother. She's changed, but he knows that the little girl is still in there somewhere, and he plans on making her resurface. SUPER LONG DESCRIPTION. OMG!!!Complete
Trapped in Active Depart // Billie Joe
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,"Complete
Something New
Billie and Tré are getting on fine with their day to day life, but when Billie unexpectedly develops feelings for his favourite drummer, will Tré feel the same? TrillieComplete
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
Nimrod // B.J.A Fan fic
Sometimes, there can be situations where home doesn't feel quite like home. Naturally, it's instinct to go searching for a place that gives you all the comfort and the warmth the walls you live in could never give. Sometimes, home can be a place that makes you feel valid. A place that makes you feel safe and secure. "Home" is any place that lets you forget the rest of the world is in flames, even if it's just for two minutes. But sometimes, your only option comes to leaving home. When my home wasn't home, and he was what it never could be. Does that make it easier to leave? Or will it drive me insane and force me to stay. And all times, there comes a part where you depart from home. But when it's a person who finds home in you too and not a place, do you still have to leave? - "Quit it!" I snapped Turning around, my eyes were boring into his. As he smirked. Still clicking his pen. "What's wrong?" He asked, his smirk getting bigger. "You clicking your pen you Nimrod!" "Nimrod?" He asked me laughing. "I haven't heard that in a while." He looked away. "Yeah whatever, just stop with that!" - Sometimes, love stories... don't always go right. -40,564 words-Complete
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 Armstrong
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