Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

//Readers POV//

Finally the depressing months with Ronnie away and my dark thoughts keeping me company comes to an end today! I spring out of bed and hastily pull on my black high tops and a jacket eager to get to the airport. I was just ready to see him again in person. No more clouds for a while. I'm not entirely sure why things have been so depressing without Ronnie around. Hopefully my thoughts fade and the sun comes out again.

Standing in the airport terminal, I start to shake with anxiety. I tug my hood down over my face. Paparazzi follows me just as bad as they would Ronnie. Really I enjoy the attention sometimes buts its exhausting. Constant people in your business. A dark figure approaches me making me nervous. "Hey babe I'm home" grins Ronnie removing his shades also trying to avoid the press. I cant help but hug him around the waist and squeal as he lifts me into a warm embrace, removing my hood. "RONNIE. RONNIE RADKE. (Y/N)!!" Paparazzi crowded us quickly with their flashing cameras. "(Y/n) what's it like being with Ronnie?" Says one. "(Y/n) do you and Ronnie plan to marry" says another. "Quiet!" I yell laughing slightly. "Ronnie and I are very happy and doing well. Marriage isn't a rush right now. Maybe later in the future who knows but as of right now we're happy and healthy." I state proudly taking his hand and walking to a waiting cab with a sea of paparazzi still swarming with questions.
"Being completely overrun is always fun" Ronnie yawns from his flight. "I would think you'd be use to it. Being a celebrity and all." "(Y/n) you're technically a celebrity now too" I chuckle a little. Me? A celebrity? Not in any way. "People see you that way now" smiles Ronnie placing his arm around my shoulders. After the tour months have passed, I feel less afraid of my surroundings knowing he's around again.
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Arriving home, Charlie excitedly jumps up on Ronnie with as my excitement to have him home as me. "Hey Charlie I hope you took good care of (y/n) while I was gone?" Chuckles Ronnie. My heart swells with joy knowing that no longer I won't be swallowed into a swirling nightmare of fear and depression. I'm happy he's home. I feel safer knowing that Ronnie Radke has my back. Something I only fantasized as a fan girl when I first heard the lyrics spill from his lips back in 2008. His voice resonates with the very soul that lives in the shell of a body that I possess. "Hey (y/n)?" Calls my significant other pulling me from my pattering thoughts and stepping into the light where I can see the outfit he adorned on his body. Red and black seasonal flannel, sleeves rolled up of course to show the inked diary that cover his arms and upper body, his classic black skinny jeans and floral vans. I myself wear a very simple red and white sweater, a black pencil skirt and wedges heels that show my legs off. "Yes Ronnie?" I question softly being approached. "You know how much I fucking love you right..?" His voice deepens to a sort of melancholy tone as if I don't know. "I love you too." I whisper tracing the lines of his tattoos with my fingers. I feel a pale finger slip under my chin tilting my eyes into the light brown windows to Ronnie's broken but heartwarming soul. My heart beats in rhythm to his pulse. I've heard that your heartbeat matches with someone you love if felt long enough. Shutting my eyes I let our lips crash like waves along the warm sands of a beach. My fingers can't help but tangle through his jet black hair while one of his hands gently holds the back of my head and the other fits perfectly on the small of my back. Tensing up, my back presses against the wall near the front door feeling his body press against with with both passion and lust. "R-Ronnie, It's Nine on the dot. We're going to be late to the party" I giggle feeling his teeth playfully bite my earlobe. "Fashionably Late" says Ronnie spinning his key on his finger holding the door open for me.