One Last One Night Stand
Title: One Last One Night Stand (or Triplets For Short *actually the name, not explanation*)
Author: greendazed1218/ Whatshername/ Lindze
Pairing: Billie/ Fink/ The Rev (implied Billie/Adie and Billie/Mike)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly don't own. Billie owns all three. Unless the world is just that magic!
Summary: The general plot time is when Billie left for a month, sometime before American Idiot came out of his amazing mind. When he left his family and friends and stayed drunk for a month.
Notes: This is my first Rev fic, although not my first Fink fic. I would like to thank Kyichu and Villagegreen, because w/o their Rev fics, I never would have had the idea. I've been reading them lately (trying to finish all of them), and I just felt I had to write my own. I hope no one feels like I'm stepping on toes, and I really hope it's liked! If it is, I will write more!
Billie Joe Armstrong was walking down a lonely sidewalk. He was cold, drunk, and lovesick, and he didn't know what to do about it. He had spent another night drinking, just like he had every night for the past month. He felt crazy, he felt lost, he felt everything, and nothing, all at the same time. He didn't know his destination, he hadn't really had one for a long time. He had left his family, and his band to soul search, and it wasn't really turning out how he thought it would. He had been soul searching at first, but after a while it seemed that he couldn't find his soul, or at least it was hidden by so much darkness. Darkness that he tried making holes in by filling the void with alcohol. Every night was spent in a bar, drinking for hours, then he would end up waking up in some motel, if he was lucky enough to make it that far. Sometimes he would just wake up is an alley, or a gutter, the next afternoon and start the process over again.
He had a bottle of vodka, 120 proof, covered in a paper bag, the all too obvious cliche, that he had been drinking on for the past half hour. He had a third of the bottle left, but thankfully for him, he was already completely shitfaced. He only kept drinking for the hell of it. He wanted a cigarette, but he just knew with his luck, he would exhale into the flame, and he would catch on fire. The sidewalk he was walking on was dark, barely any streetlights were in the part of town he inhabited, it was the easiest way to be sure he wouldn't get noticed.
He passed alley way after alley way, sometimes hearing moans and other sexual sounds coming out of the darkness, but what he heard when he approached a particularity slimy, dirt filled alley way, was something he had never heard before.
"You disgusting heathen!" Screamed an oddly familiar voice, with an strange inflection to it.
A hiss followed, and Billie found himself rolling his eyes, and stumbling against the wall of the building next to the alley.
"Blasphemous, nasty, swamp-dweller!" The voice sounded again.
"Shhhut up you idiot Reverend!" Billie thought the way the 's's sounded, was the same sound as the hiss from before. He didn't think he had ever heard a person hiss, and although it was disturbing, he felt the voice was also familiar.
Billie laughed at the odd conversation that he had stumbled on. He thought that had to be the first time in history that a preacher, was in a dark alley way, in a shitty part of town. Every car on the road was beat all to hell, and every person walking down it, if there was, was a thug, or a low class whore.
Suddenly there was a crash from the alley way, Billie quickly shut his mouth, and thought about walking away, or running. He had actually turned to leave, wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, and hiding the bottle under it. He started to walk, then stopped. Even in his drunken state, he knew that if some point this story came out to anyone, they would think bad of him for not helping out the old Reverend. Well at least his wife would.
"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath, knowing that he would probably get beaten up, and would pass out in the alley way, maybe even to die.
He entered the dark alley, almost crashing into a trash can, only narrowly missing it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cursed to himself. "I'm such a stupid shit."
He finally noticed that there was a small miserable streetlamp at the end of the alley. Standing underneath were two of the oddest people Billie thought he had ever seen, and he couldn't figure out how one of them could be a reverend at all.
One of the men was probably dressed the oddest he had ever seen, outside of Halloween night. He had a slick, red, leather out fit on, pants and jacket. Under the tight shiny jacket was a black t-shirt. There were green-ish gray fingerless gloves on his hands, and black two inch shoes. The oddest thing on the man was a black and white striped mask, almost completely covering his head, only a mess of raven hair showed. At least Billie thought this was the oddest thing on the man, until a red devil tail came into view, and Billie could tell that it was either amazingly animated, or actually real.
The other man, although more human looking, was still just as odd. Blond hair stuck up everywhere, white glasses covered his eyes and half his face, and beaded necklaces were piled on top of his chest. He wore tight black pants, a black button up shirt, with white polka dots, and white dance shoes. Strung over his shoulder was a brown jacket, with fur on the collar.
Billie almost wanted to laugh at the pair, but he knew they at least looked better than he. His ink hair was a long tangled mess, his black jeans, and black and white stripped tee were barely fitting him anymore. from starvation. He was sure there was puke, or some kind of mess on his favorite leather jacket wrapped around him. Yes, he thought, they defiantly look better than me. Fuck. He turned around, wanting to leave. He could tell he had moved too fast when his vision was contorted, and his footing was lost.
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Billie awoke to voices. Voices that sounded all to familiar, yet somewhat different. They actually sounded quite alike, but one had more of a 'hiss' to it, and the other had an old bluesy twang. The voices seemed to be fighting, but Billie couldn't tell. All he could tell was that his head hurt like a bitch, and he was actually comfortable for the first time in a month. He didn't want to move, especially since it seemed like the voices hadn't noticed he was awake yet, and he didn't really even completely feel awake. He knew there was something he should be remembering, but he just couldn't... remember.
The singer finally pulled himself completely awake as he realized, he didn't know the voices. Well he might have known the voice, but he didn't know the owners. He wanted to groan in pain, he wanted his bottle of booze, he wanted a painkiller, he wanted something to take his pain away, but he didn't want to alert the voices.
"What ssshould we do withhhh hhhim?" The hissy voice sounded.
"You're as crazy as a beetle bug in wint'r time swamp-dweller! What was you think'n bring'n 'em back 'ere?" The twangy voice replied.
Billie kept his eyes closed to slits, but rolled over slowly. He hoped that they would think he was still asleep, and he could get a good look at his captors.
"Damn dem'n! He's close to waking up, and he'll be mighty on a wire with us!" Billie noticed that the one with the bluesy sound, was the man with the blond hair.
"No ssshhit Reverend, you ssshhould hhhave tied him up!"
Reverend? Billie thought to himself. He's the old Reverend I went to rescue? Why do I always get myself into this kind of shit? Before he even realized it, he sighed to himself, way too loud.
Both the demon, and the Reverend turned at the same time, staring twin orbs of green into Billie's own. He was scared half to death, especially when he realized that the green eyes were the same that looked from his mirror every day he puts on his eyeliner. The twin pouty lips that were sucked under teeth were the same lips he used to kiss his wife, and sometimes his band mate. The teeth nibbling on those pouty lips were the same he used to nibble on his own lip, and sometimes his fingernails, the only difference was that the 'demon' had two fangs where his normal canines should have been.
"Oh my god." Were the first words Billie had uttered for a month, besides ordering a drink, or asking for a hotel room.
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As I said, this is my first Rev fic, so
I hope it was good! I will add more if
people think I should, if not, then I'll forget
it. Don't worry to those who are reading
"Feelings" because I'm still writing on it!
Again, hope you liked my fic!
Comments make happy, and here!
*gives you all Billie/Fink/The Rev cookies*
Author: greendazed1218/ Whatshername/ Lindze
Pairing: Billie/ Fink/ The Rev (implied Billie/Adie and Billie/Mike)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly don't own. Billie owns all three. Unless the world is just that magic!
Summary: The general plot time is when Billie left for a month, sometime before American Idiot came out of his amazing mind. When he left his family and friends and stayed drunk for a month.
Notes: This is my first Rev fic, although not my first Fink fic. I would like to thank Kyichu and Villagegreen, because w/o their Rev fics, I never would have had the idea. I've been reading them lately (trying to finish all of them), and I just felt I had to write my own. I hope no one feels like I'm stepping on toes, and I really hope it's liked! If it is, I will write more!
Billie Joe Armstrong was walking down a lonely sidewalk. He was cold, drunk, and lovesick, and he didn't know what to do about it. He had spent another night drinking, just like he had every night for the past month. He felt crazy, he felt lost, he felt everything, and nothing, all at the same time. He didn't know his destination, he hadn't really had one for a long time. He had left his family, and his band to soul search, and it wasn't really turning out how he thought it would. He had been soul searching at first, but after a while it seemed that he couldn't find his soul, or at least it was hidden by so much darkness. Darkness that he tried making holes in by filling the void with alcohol. Every night was spent in a bar, drinking for hours, then he would end up waking up in some motel, if he was lucky enough to make it that far. Sometimes he would just wake up is an alley, or a gutter, the next afternoon and start the process over again.
He had a bottle of vodka, 120 proof, covered in a paper bag, the all too obvious cliche, that he had been drinking on for the past half hour. He had a third of the bottle left, but thankfully for him, he was already completely shitfaced. He only kept drinking for the hell of it. He wanted a cigarette, but he just knew with his luck, he would exhale into the flame, and he would catch on fire. The sidewalk he was walking on was dark, barely any streetlights were in the part of town he inhabited, it was the easiest way to be sure he wouldn't get noticed.
He passed alley way after alley way, sometimes hearing moans and other sexual sounds coming out of the darkness, but what he heard when he approached a particularity slimy, dirt filled alley way, was something he had never heard before.
"You disgusting heathen!" Screamed an oddly familiar voice, with an strange inflection to it.
A hiss followed, and Billie found himself rolling his eyes, and stumbling against the wall of the building next to the alley.
"Blasphemous, nasty, swamp-dweller!" The voice sounded again.
"Shhhut up you idiot Reverend!" Billie thought the way the 's's sounded, was the same sound as the hiss from before. He didn't think he had ever heard a person hiss, and although it was disturbing, he felt the voice was also familiar.
Billie laughed at the odd conversation that he had stumbled on. He thought that had to be the first time in history that a preacher, was in a dark alley way, in a shitty part of town. Every car on the road was beat all to hell, and every person walking down it, if there was, was a thug, or a low class whore.
Suddenly there was a crash from the alley way, Billie quickly shut his mouth, and thought about walking away, or running. He had actually turned to leave, wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, and hiding the bottle under it. He started to walk, then stopped. Even in his drunken state, he knew that if some point this story came out to anyone, they would think bad of him for not helping out the old Reverend. Well at least his wife would.
"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath, knowing that he would probably get beaten up, and would pass out in the alley way, maybe even to die.
He entered the dark alley, almost crashing into a trash can, only narrowly missing it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cursed to himself. "I'm such a stupid shit."
He finally noticed that there was a small miserable streetlamp at the end of the alley. Standing underneath were two of the oddest people Billie thought he had ever seen, and he couldn't figure out how one of them could be a reverend at all.
One of the men was probably dressed the oddest he had ever seen, outside of Halloween night. He had a slick, red, leather out fit on, pants and jacket. Under the tight shiny jacket was a black t-shirt. There were green-ish gray fingerless gloves on his hands, and black two inch shoes. The oddest thing on the man was a black and white striped mask, almost completely covering his head, only a mess of raven hair showed. At least Billie thought this was the oddest thing on the man, until a red devil tail came into view, and Billie could tell that it was either amazingly animated, or actually real.
The other man, although more human looking, was still just as odd. Blond hair stuck up everywhere, white glasses covered his eyes and half his face, and beaded necklaces were piled on top of his chest. He wore tight black pants, a black button up shirt, with white polka dots, and white dance shoes. Strung over his shoulder was a brown jacket, with fur on the collar.
Billie almost wanted to laugh at the pair, but he knew they at least looked better than he. His ink hair was a long tangled mess, his black jeans, and black and white stripped tee were barely fitting him anymore. from starvation. He was sure there was puke, or some kind of mess on his favorite leather jacket wrapped around him. Yes, he thought, they defiantly look better than me. Fuck. He turned around, wanting to leave. He could tell he had moved too fast when his vision was contorted, and his footing was lost.
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Billie awoke to voices. Voices that sounded all to familiar, yet somewhat different. They actually sounded quite alike, but one had more of a 'hiss' to it, and the other had an old bluesy twang. The voices seemed to be fighting, but Billie couldn't tell. All he could tell was that his head hurt like a bitch, and he was actually comfortable for the first time in a month. He didn't want to move, especially since it seemed like the voices hadn't noticed he was awake yet, and he didn't really even completely feel awake. He knew there was something he should be remembering, but he just couldn't... remember.
The singer finally pulled himself completely awake as he realized, he didn't know the voices. Well he might have known the voice, but he didn't know the owners. He wanted to groan in pain, he wanted his bottle of booze, he wanted a painkiller, he wanted something to take his pain away, but he didn't want to alert the voices.
"What ssshould we do withhhh hhhim?" The hissy voice sounded.
"You're as crazy as a beetle bug in wint'r time swamp-dweller! What was you think'n bring'n 'em back 'ere?" The twangy voice replied.
Billie kept his eyes closed to slits, but rolled over slowly. He hoped that they would think he was still asleep, and he could get a good look at his captors.
"Damn dem'n! He's close to waking up, and he'll be mighty on a wire with us!" Billie noticed that the one with the bluesy sound, was the man with the blond hair.
"No ssshhit Reverend, you ssshhould hhhave tied him up!"
Reverend? Billie thought to himself. He's the old Reverend I went to rescue? Why do I always get myself into this kind of shit? Before he even realized it, he sighed to himself, way too loud.
Both the demon, and the Reverend turned at the same time, staring twin orbs of green into Billie's own. He was scared half to death, especially when he realized that the green eyes were the same that looked from his mirror every day he puts on his eyeliner. The twin pouty lips that were sucked under teeth were the same lips he used to kiss his wife, and sometimes his band mate. The teeth nibbling on those pouty lips were the same he used to nibble on his own lip, and sometimes his fingernails, the only difference was that the 'demon' had two fangs where his normal canines should have been.
"Oh my god." Were the first words Billie had uttered for a month, besides ordering a drink, or asking for a hotel room.
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As I said, this is my first Rev fic, so
I hope it was good! I will add more if
people think I should, if not, then I'll forget
it. Don't worry to those who are reading
"Feelings" because I'm still writing on it!
Again, hope you liked my fic!
Comments make happy, and here!
*gives you all Billie/Fink/The Rev cookies*