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

Readers POV

I cant believe our wedding was tomorrow. Honestly, I can't even contemplate a reaction large enough. Not only was I happy, I was terrified. I dont have a clue as to why I would be. Something finally turned out in my favor for once. I found my bad boy just as quickly as I lost him, fell in love with his music, and well...HIM. It feels so different than anything I'm use to. I feel like I'm living. "Come out (y/n) we want to see." Says Juliet calling outside my dressing room. She and Andy had came with me to try on my bridal gown for the last time before the wedding. I loved how it hugged my body in all the right places. The sleeves were a long white lace with droopy cuffs that hung off my wrist gently. The white satin dress itself went all the way down to the floor, with the exception of a long slit up the right side with a corset like pattern of red ribbons on the dress, exposing my leg and stopping just below my hip. For once, I belt beautiful.                                                                        "I'm a bit nervous." I say still behind the curtain hiding. "I was nervous when I got married to Andy. Eventually Your nerves fade away after you see the person you love in front of you." Juliet isn't wrong...Removing the curtain, I step out into their view. "Oh (y/n).." "You look gorgeous." Says Andy making me feel a bit confident. "Thanks Do you think Ronnie will like it?" Twirling, Juliet nods. " I dont know if he'll want to take it off, or keep it on. Its really sexy and dangerous"I flash a white smile returning from the dressing room in my jeans and crop top. Leaving the store, were swarmed with paparazzi. "(Y/N), can we get an exclusive look at the wedding gown?" "(y/n) aren't you worried about the masses of fan girls getting jealous?" "(y/n) theres rumors about you sleeping with Ronnie beforehand-" 'Enough! The bride isn't answering questions until tomorrow." Andy interrupts the ocean of questions pushing Juliet and I into his car. "Thanks Andy, that was overwhelming." I take a sigh of relief. "You have to be careful with stress (y/n) it'll be...risky for a while." My eyes look down as Juliet handed me a cold bottle of water. "I know.." my (y/e/c) eyes drift out the window at the endless crowd of walking people. Im more than happy to be marrying Ronnie, however something doesn't feel right. My gut is trying to warn me of something Im just not completely aware of what that might be. Getting home, all I want to do is sleep. I feel uncomfortable. "(Y/n)." Ronnie calls me from the other room. "Yes Ronnie.?" I hear a slight attitude in my voice. "Is something wrong you sound pissy." His velvety brown eyes go right through me. I hate it when he reads me so easily. "Just a little stressed out. Nothing to get overly worried about." A small strand of hair hangs loosely between my eyes. "I know just how to get rid of that. Strip and lie on the bed face down." My suspicion rose a bit following Ronnie's orders. "Im not understanding why you want me lay like this." The sound of sweet, romantic sounding music fills our room as does the smell of rosewater. "Quiet now." His voice became mellow, dangerously seductive much like the way it was after Andy and Juliet's Holiday party. I couldn't help but shutter at the pressure his fingertips gave me from pressing them into my back in a swaying massaging motion. "You dont have to..to" Stuttering was my only response. It felt so nice being cared for. "I know I dont. I want to." A giggle forced its way out of my lips from the sensation of Ronnie's teeth gently nipping my upper ear. My problems began floating away. I knew I was falling asleep, but I didn't care. I was happy. 

Instead of waking up just as peaceful as I had fallen asleep after Ronnie's massage session, I wake to the sound of yelling outside our home. 'What the hell is that.?" Ronnie says in an irritable voice cranking his head just above his pillow. He was never much of a morning person. "Im not sure." I slip one of his red flannel shirts over my mostly exposed body. Being a lot smaller than Ronnie, his shirt hung nicely on my small frame ending at my mid thighs. Opening the door, Ronnie in tow, our lawn is swarming with fans. The moment our door opens, the noise explodes. "Is this normal?" I look up at my fiance who places his arm firmly around my waist in a sort of protective way. "I've never had this many fans show up at my house. One or two crazy girls, but not one or two million people." His expression was just as shocked as mine was. "Mr. And Mrs. Radke let me introduce myself my name is Carla Ken. I will be your wedding agent." A tall tan woman with brown eyes shook both of our hands. Carla clasped a clip board in her ruby red nails. 'Its a pleasure, but how did you know.." "About the hottest wedding in the music industry? I was hired by Epitaph Records, Mr. Radke's Record Label to ensure nothing goes wrong today." With the slight flick of her curly brown hair, Carla grins waiting for a response. "That's...sweet I think? Why are these people here..?" Ronnie Questions. "These are just a few of your fans to wish you way as you leave for the wedding. We have your limousine with the best man and the maid of honor already pulled up outside when your ready to leave." Looking past the strange woman in a pantsuit, a sleek black limousine sits in our drive way. "One moment." I pull Ronnie inside laughing a little. "This is crazy!"  Ronnie grins twirling me in his arms. 'I can't believe this. We might as well get ready to leave." Running to our bedroom, I dress in a short black dress and black wedges with a pair of nice sunglasses, whereas Ronnie dresses in his gold suit jacket, black undershirt black pants and his nice dress shoes. Holding his hand, the door opens once more and we make our way through the crowd to our escorts.

"I cant believe were here right now." I say to Ronnie holding his hands right outside the massive cathedral we chose to get married at. "I can't either. I never saw myself standing here on my wedding say." I furrow my eyebrows receiving a laugh from ronnie. "Our." Carla signals me to leave Ronnie to start the dressing process. "Ill see you at the altar beautiful." A loving smile sprawled across his pink lips after a kiss on the head. "Alright Carla, Im ready." Carla leads me back to the dressing room. "Juliet!" I smile hugging my close friend. She looks flawless in the maid of honor dress we chose for her. The dress is a long rose red gown with a frill going up her body in a wave. One of her sleeves covers her arm fittingly in red lace, whereas the other side is sleeveless. Her hair is pinned back into a braided french bun. "(y/n) Im so happy for you." Her red lips smile widely. "Thank you for doing this for me." My eyes feel watery. I sit at the vanity allowing the artists to do their magic. "Is she done?' I hear Juliet ask the artist a long time later. "Yes." I say coming into the view of the mirror. Having on the wedding gown, my make up beautifully done, my hair in a lovely french bun with two strands hanging down on either side pinned with the white veil with corresponding red rose petals at the bottom seam of the garment, I look beautiful. It really hits me how I look. "My breath is blown away." Juliet says, mouth dropped. "I am too." She hands me a bouquet of red and white roses. "It's time to start." Standing in front of the door that leads down the aisle, I watch my bridesmaids and maid of honor get walked down by the groomsmen. It bothers me that I didn't have a father to give me away. Or a other to be there for me. "(y/n) Andy calls to me. "Andy? What are you doing? You're the best man?" I blink staring into his blue eyes. "I know. I talked to Carla and she agreed to letting me give you away. Juliet told me about your dad and...well I wanted to do it." My heart skipped a few times taking Andy's forearm. The wooden doors open to the sound of "Here comes the Bride" Played on the Harp. The cathedral was filled with friends and family on both my side and Ronnie's. It felt completely empty not having a mom or a good dad. I felt so many emotions at once with every step taken with Andy down the aisle. Fear, Anxiety, Excitement,  Joy all at once. And then, I see him. Ronnie at the end of the aisle in his tux, hair slicked back. They wouldn't let his emo hair hang. I smile thinking about the little inside jokes we have. Andy releases my hand, Juliet takes my bouquet, and Ronnie takes my hands. Hes smiling, but tears run down his face. "Are you okay?" I whisper. "You look so fucking gorgeous." He says smiling at me. "We gather here today, in this cathedral to witness the union between this man and this woman." Says the priest. "Ronald Joseph Radke, Do you take this woman to have and to hold through the good and the bad, the wealthy and the poor, in sickness and in health until death do you part?" My eyes lock with Ronnie's. 'I do." those two words rung through the room.Ronnie places the gold band with today's date on my left ring finger   "And (Y/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N), Do you take this man to have and to hold through the good and the bad, the wealthy and the poor, in sickness and in health until death do you part?" My lips curl into a grin. 'Yes. I do." Sliding an identical ring onto his finger we both look up. "By the power invested in my be the church and the state of California, I now pronounce you both as Mr. And Mrs. Radke. You may kiss your bride, Mr. Radke." Our lips were only inches apart, so suddenly the doors to the church slam open. I couldn't breathe. This isn't happening. This isn't FUCKING happening today! At the end of the aisle stood a figure. A familiar face. I grew terrified. I think Im going to faint, or throw up, or both! In broad daylight, Stood Tyler. TYLER Tyler. "There you are, (y/n)" His vile voice said my name making my stomach burn. "What are you doing here dude I kicked your ass once Ill do it again." Ronnie had never sounded so violent. He clung to me, holding me firmly against him. "I dont give a shit what you do, Shes still my girlfriend. Im not letting a freak like you take her away from me." Tyler pushes Ronnie causing him to get pissed. He sunk his nails into my arm. "Come on beautiful, lets get out of here." I pull my arm away forcefully. "What did you just say?" "I said NO! Go fuck yourself Tyler." I growl receiving a hard slap to the face. Ronnie intervenes at this point delivering  a hard blow to Tyler's face, not stopping. "Ronnie! Ronnie stop!" I begin to panic until I blurt out. "You can't raise a baby if your in prison for assault!" The church falls silent. Ronnie looks at me, completely frozen. "A what..?" He steps closer to me. "Im two month pregnant Ronnie...its your baby." I start breathing heavier beginning to cry. "Why didn't you tell me..?" "I didn't think you would want me or the baby.." Tears stream down my face. "Ronnie!" Tyler hits Ronnie with the metal music podium the harpist was using. "Don't worry fuck face I'll take good care of the kid-" Tyler falls quickly from a sharp kick in the head from my stiletto." "Someone call an ambulance!" I begin panicking from the size of the gash and the amount of blood streaming down Ronnie's head. "Im going to kill him." Ronnie pants angrily as the police arrive. A cop rushes in and pins Ronnie to the ground. "What are you doing?! he hasn't done anything wrong!" The cops lead Ronnie to an ambulance cuffed as well as Tyler in cuffs. "Whoa, whoa shes going down-" I hear Andy's voice echo just before collapsing on the ground, unconscious.