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

Ronnies POV

I'm at a complete loss for words for once. I'm never at a loss for words, but then again I didn't think I'd get married either. Life is weird.  My cell phone blares loudly one morning not too long after (y/n) agreed to marry me. "Ronnie! It's so loud!" Groans (y/n) annoyed by the sound of my ringer. "Shit I'm sorry babe I didn't know my ringer was still on" She rolls over as I swing my legs over the side of the bed to answer my phone. "hmmm Hello?" Yawning, the brisk air of our bedroom hits me like a bullet. I tend to forget its eight thousand degrees below zero right now. where we live. Winter is an ass kicker here."Good morning hubby" Snickers Derek with Andy and Zakk trying not to laugh in the background. "Yo, do you have any fucking clue what time it is." My eyes squint trying to adjust to the darkness of our bedroom just to make out what the neon lights claim on the alarm clock. The clock reads four twenty-seven in the morning. "Yeah it's Time to rise and shine! We have stuff planned for you, given your no longer a bachelor." Says Andy. "You can smash my face in for all I care, as long as it's done AFTER SIX. Assholes." "Love you Ronster-" I end the call chuckling to myself. "Who was that?" asks (Y/n) resting her head sleepily against my tattooed chest. "Oh you know, a couple of punk ass kids trying to be funny."  I shut my eyes. "So Andy and the boys?" I can't help but stifle a laugh or two. "Precisely." Eventually we both are able to lull ourselves to sleep. 

"Ronnieeee." Calls (Y/n) "Hmmm?" I respond in the same way she calls my name without opening my eyes. "Your boys are here." I shoot straight up eyes open. "No they're not, are they?" She Giggles before sitting on her knees to my side holding my head softly in her arms the way a mom does. "No. But they'll be here within the hour." "That was cruel." I rub my eyes trying to shake off some of the adrenaline. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Her slender fingers run softly through my hair. It's a very strange and foreign feeling to me. Motherly sort of affection. I'll be honest, I'm just a boy who hates his mom, but as that little nursery rhyme goes, "Step on a crack and break your mother's back" as far as I'm concerned I hope she breaks it.  Seeing my mother in every female around me made it so hard to even find someone to remotely connect with.  At one point my biggest fear was coming true. Mother I was becoming you. One day the truth is going to kill me, but today isn't that day. I don't mind. What does it matter if I let my mothers lost love dwell endlessly in the furthest part of my mind. It doesn't matter. At least not anymore. I tried to be okay...but I couldn't. I got so shut out from everyone. I told them to excuse me while I detonate like a grenade with the pin pulled. That led to a forever guilty feeling since Anthony died. I wasn't there for him at all. I thought it through and maybe if I answered him he would still be standing here all along. I took for granted family. Once that's gone you never get them back. EVER. "Ronnie? Ronnie..? Are you there..?" says (Y/n) snapping in front of my eyes a few times. "Hey Hi I'm here what's wrong?" "Sorta lost you there" Her eyes catch fire in a confused sort of way. "Oh I'm sorry...I um...Just a daydream" In an attempt to play it off, I rub my neck. "I know what'll make you feel better." She says softly pulling on my hand for me to follow her into the bathroom. "The bathroom-?" My mouth shuts watching my fiance remove her blouse and bra in front of me. "Ahah whatcha doin there babe?" I already feel the blood rush to two places, one of which is my face. "Well. I thought a shower would be really nice for us both." Her hands slide up my waist hinting to removing my shirt, but my eyes remain glued to her pale frame. "Whatever you say." I eagerly shed my clothing joining my soon to be wife in the shower. Steaming water flows down my head and back. For a moment I simply shut my eyes really getting in tune with how things are in life. My eyes open once more from the slight pressure of (y/n)s arms around my waist and her head resting carefully over my heart. She's listening. Listening to what keeps me alive and what pushes me to give her all of me. I wonder what she can hear sometimes. Is it as simple as soft pulsing thuds or something much more complex like the sounds of a construction site sweeping of the broken glass of a past failure and replacing it with a new reinforced glass that's fucking bulletproof for sure. Disturbing her seems criminal. Laying my head atop her now damp hair, quietly my arms cradled around her. I want her next to me all the time. I can't explain what the hell it's like. It's such a crazy ass feeling. However, Something...feels different about her. Its felt different ever since the night of Andy's party.  Her skin glows with youth, and her heartbeat is different. Gentle padding that feels pure. A smile sprawls across my face in bliss. 

"Ronnie! Andy's here!" Calls (y/n) from the living room shortly after our silent shower. "Okay babe!" I respond still trying to figure out an outfit. "Hmph" I huff. They didn't exactly TELL me the "stuff" they have planned. "Oh fuck it." Adorned by black jeans, a grey and white stripped T-shirt and my black leather jacket, I'm pretty damn happy with the way it looks. Grabbing  my shades and my cellphones, I join my fiance and friends in the living room. "Whats up buddy?" Chuckles Andy after giving (Y/N) a hug. "I'm still mad" I snicker under my breath pulling on my black converse. "Ahh don't be tonights gonna be great. I already promised (Y/N) no strippers." He crosses his arms while I slide one of mine around her waist. "I'm not the one to convince. It's those crazy asses you need to talk to." I point to a car parked outside my house containing my band mates, Derek, Zakk and Christian. "Be careful please." Says (Y/N) placing a soft kiss on my jawline before I head out with Andy. "You have no Idea what's going to go down tonight." Says Andy eagerly blaring some heavy metal.

That wasn't a fucking understatement.