#ronnie radke fanfiction

[fangirl94stuff]

Ronnie Radke (FIR)

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Y/N

'y/n I'm back, where are you?' Ronnie calls out from the hallway, and you hear the front door close behind him.

You continue to stir the pot on the stove, 'in the kitchen,' you shout.

You don't bother to turn around because you hear Ronnie enter the room and the next thing you know his arms are around your waist and due to the height difference he rests his chin on top of your head, 'smells good y/n, I love your cooking.'

You snort, 'Is that all you love?'

Ronnie squeezes you a little tighter and, when he laughs, sends vibrations through your body, 'There are too many things to list in one sentence y/n, but I do love you.'

You turn the stove off, a little suspicious of Ronnie, 'I love you, but know when you want something and don't know how to say it.'

Ronnie sighs, 'We've got invited to a party this weekend y/n.'

You hum and slip out of Ronnie's embrace, 'You mean, you got invited to a party this weekend.'

RONNIE

'You mean, you got invited to a party this weekend,' y/n says, emotionless and keeping their face unreadable and their back turned to me as they get plates and utensils for dinner.

When I first met y/n on a blind date the band had set me up on, I wasn't interested because y/n wasn't like any of the girls I dated and it was well known I had a type and a bit of a reputation. y/n was quiet and reserved, friendly and not at all judgemental which was my complete opposite. We'd exchanged numbers at the end of the date with y/n being blunt saying she didn't expect anything from me because she knew she wasn't my type, but if I needed someone to talk to they would listen.

We did continue to speak, and I learnt that y/n was a shy person who kept out of any spotlight because of a cruel past that involved bullying during high school and mental abuse from their previous partner. y/n admired my honesty and how I stood my ground and wasn't afraid to call people out, and slowly but surely after opening up to one another y/n came out of their shell and I saw them in a new light.

We went on three more dates before I asked her out and she said yes. I promised to keep her hidden from fans because she wanted some privacy, and we'd been going strong for a few months before a single photo leaked and the internet tracked her down.

This would be the first party I attended with her on my arm, it was a lot to ask of her, but I felt right to show her off and show people that I wasn't all that bad if I could end up with someone nice like y/n. Plus there was a bit of a party animal in y/n after a few drinks, and it would be a laugh.

'No y/n, we're a package deal and I will make sure, you will enjoy yourself,' I state firmly, standing my ground.

y/n turns to face me smirking, 'And I'll hold you to that Ronnie. You promise not to leave me alone with strangers.'

I nod, happy that y/n seemed to be considering it, 'the rest of the band and their partners will be there so you won't be alone. And if it gets boring we'll leave.'

y/n closes the space between us, wraps their arms around my shoulders, leans up and kisses me on the lips softly, 'You're the best and worst thing that ever happened to me, Radke.'

I kiss her back, before slapping her butt jokingly, 'Yes I am, now plate me up dinner woman.'

y/n slaps my chest and glares at me, but y/n couldn't stay mad at anyone for too long and shakes her head, 'You're lucky I love you, Ronnie.'

I can't keep the smile off my face, the two of us might be opposites but we were perfect together.

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 30.

the day before the concert, tara and i spent hours putting together our perfect Falling in Reverse concert outfits. with the two of our closets combined, and with the help of Jake and Johnnies too, but they don't need to know that, we were finally content with what we were going in. clothes were scattered everywhere, but we'd worry about that later.

Tara decided on a mini skirt with 3 different belts that we had found in jakes closet, which she had stacked strategically. she took one of my blinged up hot pink crop tops that i hadn't worn since 8th grade and had that as her top. she threw a fur coat over the top of everything. she threw on her chunky black boots with spikes and a cute pair of leg warmers on to finish the look. she had been planning on the makeup she was going to do for months, but all it was was her usual makeup with pink eyeshadow and eyeliner stars on her cheek.

i ended up wearing [outfit of your choice] and paired it with [makeup of your choice].

johnnies outfit was jaw-dropping. he chose his black lace button up and obviously wore it halfway unbuttoned. he layered about 10 different necklaces and rings. he also decided on wearing a new pair of dark red skinny jeans with his usual black boots. he tied it all together with his leather jacket. for johnnies makeup, he smudged red lipstick under his eyes and streaked black eyeliner down his face.

jakes outfit was just as cunty as the rest of us; he wore a cropped black tank top paired with his favorite pair of flared jeans. he also chose his belt with bullets on it. he decided on not even bringing a jacket with his reason being "he has tattoos for a reason." he also wore platform shoes and an arrangement of bracelets, some i had never seen before. jake decided to wear no makeup to the concert.

tara slept over so it'd be easier for all of us to take the 4 hour drive early in the morning. we had decided to rent a hotel so we could all get fucked up during the concert and not have to worry about driving home when we could just call an uber. all of us were restless that night, but forced ourselves to sleep so we were really ready for the concert.

i woke up the next morning wrapped in johnnies arms, per usual. the alarm was reverberating in my ears as Johnnie was also starting to stir awake. he opened his eyes and squinted them to look at me, a small smile forming on his face. "mornin'." his groggy sleep voice greeted.

"good morning. you excited?" i asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. i climbed out of the bed and stretched, making a million different bones in my body crack at once. "we gotta hurry up and take our showers since everyone else needs to, too."

Johnnies eyes scanned over my body. he sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. "do you want to just take a shower together? it'd save time." he smirked, gently squeezing my hand before he began fidgeting with my fingers.

"i like that idea." i placed a gentle kiss on his lips before dragging him out of bed into the bathroom.

i started the shower, making sure it was nice and warm as Johnnie got undressed. i wasn't far behind him, getting undressed myself before stepping into the shower with him. the warm water on my back woke me up as much as it was relaxing. i watched as the water trickled down Johnnies body and seeped into his inked skin. he ran his moist hands down my body and grabbed the body wash. he squirted some into his hands and began to wash my body. he had nothing but admiration in his eyes as they trailed over every part of me. he made sure no part of me was unwashed before going to wash himself. i did the same for him, helping him wash every inch of his pale skin. he shampooed and conditioned my hair, and while i wash washing mine out, he cleaned his own. he kissed me softly, but passionately before turning off the shower and climbing out. he wrapped me up in a soft towel, as well as himself.

we made our way back to our bedroom to pack our 1 day trip bags quickly. i stole johnnies pair of chunky pajama pants to wear on the drive, as well as my Lana Del Rey tee that was beaten up and bruised from all of the use. i packed all of my makeup and my concert outfit. i didn't bother packing an outfit for the second day there since we were leaving and heading home as soon as we got checked out of the hotel. Johnnie packed pretty much the same thing as i did, the only difference being he did pack an outfit for the second day. he threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee shirt to wear on the drive there.

there was a small knock on the door before tara's bright voice called out, "you guys up?" we both answered yeah at the same time. she opened the door and greeted me with a hug. "morning!" she greeted excitedly.

i hugged her back tight. "morning, Tar." i heard the shower start from down the hall. "damn, is Jake just now getting in?"

"yeah, it took me, like, 20 minutes to actually get him out of bed. he snoozed his alarm 3 times before i had to go in there and drag him out of bed myself." she sighed, sitting on the bed next to me.

Johnnie shut down his PC so it wasn't wasting electricity while we were away. "well, that's Jake for you."

tara rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, he needs his beauty sleep, anyway."

"did you get your bag fully packed?" i asked, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"duh, i got everything ready." she smiled.

the three of us moved down to the living room, bringing our bags and everything else we needed with us. Johnnie sprawled himself out over the couch. i made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of water bottle and a few snacks for the road, putting them in one of my goat bags and setting it with the rest of our shit. Jake ended up joining me in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"okay, slut." i mumbled under my breath jokingly. i walked back out of the kitchen to join Johnnie on the couch.

"i know you are not talk to me, skank." he snapped his fingers and grabbed his zyns and decaf coffee off of the counter. he threw that shit in the microwave like it was nobody's business. he leaned against the counter and went on his phone.

i rolled my eyes, "is your bag even packed?"

"no," he answered nonchalantly before taking a selfie. i realized later on that he had posted it on his instagram story.

"that's wild that you're worried about your coffee right now, then." i laughed, "what if we're late to see Ronnie?" i over exaggerated.

he pursed his lips, "well, Ronnie can wait for my coffee." he smiled, taking a sip before heading up to his room.

tara had hopped in the shower immediately after jake did. she always took extremely long showers, but she made it quick today.

Jake made his way back downstairs with tara by his side less than 10 minutes later. with all of our bags and shit we needed on hand, we headed out the door.

Johnnie and I climbed into the back seat while jake and tara took the front. tara had music privileges for the first hour of the drive. her music taste was definitely different from mine, but I didn't mind it.

I leaned my head against johnnies shoulder and stared out of the front windshield, watching as all of the buildings and cars sped past. he wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip as he went on his phone to scroll through tiktok. my eyes flickered to his phone, watching as he reposted silly edits of himself, and of me and him, that fans had created.

Jake and tara had begun bickering about her lip smacking that annoyed jake ever so much. I felt johnnies shoulders jiggle, signaling that he was laughing. I quietly laughed along, aswell. they fought like a married couple, sometimes.

I could feel myself becoming drowsy as the car lulled me to sleep. my eyelids felt like bricks. it was way too early in the morning for this, especially when I was in and out of sleep all of last night. I gave in, letting my eyes fall shut as I slowly fell asleep on johnnies shoulder.

I woke up about an hour and a half later. johnnie was now watching Netflix on his phone. tara was passed out in the front seat, and jake was next to her, gently bobbing his head to the slower song playing on the radio. johnnie had felt me stir awake and began to rub my hip gently.

johnnie cleared his throat, "was that a good nap?" he teased.

I stretched my back before placing my head back on his shoulder. "Actually, yeah. your shoulder is a great pillow." I placed a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling my head further into his neck. "we should stop and get breakfast somewhere."

"I second that." jake stuck up one finger before rubbing his tummy. "I could eat a horse pussy right now."

his weird comment made tara finally open her eyes, as she had been stirring for a while. "what a great sentence to wake up to, jake."

he patted her knee, "sorry, sweetie."

we pulled into the closest McDonald's and bought breakfast. jake ate with one hand as he continued to drive, nearly fisting the breakfast sandwiches he had gotten. Jake and I both got coffees and the same breakfast sandwiches, a mcgrittle. we were practically twins at that point. I smiled at johnnie as he happily munched on his breakfast next to me. he smiled back.

by the time we were all done with our breakfast, we were about an hour out from the hotel. jake and tara switched seats since she offered to drive the rest of the way.

the rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music on the radio. I could tell we were all pretty tired from the long drive, and we'd all probably need a nap whenever we got to the hotel. to be fair, the coffee did wake up me and jake, though. honestly, nothing slaps like a good McDonald's coffee with extra creamer this early in the morning.

we had finally made it even earlier than we expected. I climbed out of the car and stretched, cracking my back before grabbing my things out of the car. Jake got the key card for the hotel while we unpacked the car, although there wasn't much to unpack. we brought all of our bags inside and made out way up to the hotel room.

the room was extremely nice. there were two beds, a large window with a beautiful overview of the city, and the usual hotel room accommodations.

I threw myself onto the bed I was claiming for Johnnie and i. I watched as jake filled the mini fridge with water bottles. we all took our concert outfits out of our bags so they wouldn't get wrinkled from staying cramped up for too much longer.

Jake and I ordered lunch from the hotel, although it was a pretty late lunch. the three of us started on our makeup, which influenced jake to actually do his own. he ended up smudging eyeliner in his waterline before calling it a day.

none of us changed into our outfits. we all sat on our respective beds and ate our lunch-dinner while watching some random ghost hunting show on the channel that was already on whenever I had turned on the TV.

before taking another bite, I spoke up. "are we going to leave as soon as we're ready so we don't have to wait in a long ass line to get inside?"

Jake gulped down what he was chewing. "That's what I was thinking, yeah." Tara and Johnnie agreed with him. 

after finishing our food 10 minutes later, we all got changed. I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror.

Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "you look great, baby." he smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"thank you," I turned around, hooking my arms behind his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Tara's chunky shoes clumped down the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. "over here sounding like a fucking elephant, damn." jake teased her, gently shoving her shoulder.

she shoved him back harder. "shut up, they're cute!"

Johnnie gripped my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I scanned his whole body, admiring how good he looked in his outfit. fuck, he looked hot. I smirked slightly before turning away. a blush was painted across his face as he smiled.

Jake called the Uber as we waited out front of the hotel.

"why did you just now call it? why couldn't you have called the Uber when we were getting ready, it would've been here by now." I scolded, not actually caring, just wanting to complain and annoy jake.

"because I didn't know how long it'd take you ladies to get ready. don't act like I haven't heard the conspiracy theories about girls taking forever to get ready."

"conspiracy theories?" I repeated, "conspiracy theories is wild."

"well, they seem to be true." he crossed his arms, popping his hip out to the side.

"like you don't take 2 hours in the bathroom every morning playing with your hair." I retorted, looking around to see if the Uber was close.

"okay, well, that's different." he rolled his eyes.

"mhm, right."

the Uber arrived eventually. we all piled in the back, pretty much sitting on top of eachother. we were all buzzing with excitement, and we weren't even buzzed yet.

"I think my first goal when we get there is to get a drink," I admitted with a sly smile plastered across my face.

"I second that." Tara was fixing her makeup in her phone camera.

"me too." jake and Johnnie responded in the same tone at the same time.

the 20 minute drive to the stadium felt like a 20 year drive, but I knew that was just the excitement and eagerness getting to me.

whenever we arrived, it took us 30 minutes to get inside, which was much better than it could've been.

we wandered around the stadium, looking for a good bar that had been set up. we ran into 3 before finding one with a good menu compared to the other ones.

we hurriedly ordered our drinks and made our way to our 'seats,' although none of us would be sitting during the actual concert.

we were an hour and a half early, or at least an hour and a half early for the openers. I had high hopes for the concert, I mean, it was a rock, emo, whatever you wanna call it, concert after all.

I sat back in my seat, propping my feet up as I sipped on my drink. to say it was strong would be an understatement, even though I was far from a lightweight.

"wanna try a sip of mine?" johnnie offered, handing me his clear plastic cup.

I gratefully accepted, handing him mine in return. I hummed at the taste of his, "I think I like yours more."

"honestly, me too." he laughed. we ended up trading drinks.

tara took a video of the four of us. "holy shit, falling in reverse!" she screamed over the hundreds of other people in the stadium that were most likely saying the same shit. she ended up posting it on her story.

the openers came on with a bang. smoke covered the stage before a much smaller artist, I wasn't sure of the name, strutted onto the stage.

the crowd cheered, but not as loud as I knew it'd be whenever Ronnie came on.

the small band played 6 different songs, and they were all surprisingly good. they were more of a nu metal band compared to Falling in Reverse. I mean, I wasn't complaining.

the four of us spent majority of that time taking pictures for our Instagrams. I mean, obviously. what else would you expect?

Jake and I were on drink duty. we sped back to the pop up stand and ordered everyone the same drinks they had had before, except me and johnnies were flipped.

we made it back just in time for the openers last song. it was a bug finale, to say the least. the LED screen behind them flashed before everything went dark. the crowd roared with excitement.

we were left in the dark suspensully. i was practically shaking with excitement as i heard the low murmurs of the crowd. the LED screen turned to a dark red moments later.

finally, Ronnie walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band members following. everyone cheered and shouted as they came out on stage. johnnie and jake seemed over the moon with excitement. but, so were me and tara.

Ronnie greeted the crowd, earning a screaming mess of greetings back. he laughed before getting into the very first song.

of course, he had to open with one of his most popular songs, 'The Drug in Me is You.' I knew this song like the back of my hand, just like every other song by him.

I gripped johnnies hands, shaking him as I screamed the lyrics in his face. I was as dramatic as I could possibly get, and he returned the same energy.

Johnnie took out his phone and recorded a snippet of the first song before flipping the camera to us and pulling me in, kissing me on the lips before ending the recording. I knew his fans would eat that shit up whenever he posted it.

we went just as hard for the next few songs before another one of my favorites came on, 'Get Me Out.' I practically screeched whenever I heard the first few words of the song.

to say everyone's hair was a mess at this point in the concert would be an understatement. Me, Johnnie, jake, and tara were sweaty and dirty, but that didn't stop us in any way.

Johnnie gripped my waist tightly as we screamed the lyrics out into the crowd and towards eachother, our energy never fading.

there was a short intermission, which gave me and jake just enough time to run and grab more drinks. to be fair, all of us were pretty drunk at this point in the concert, but who was there to tell us no?

we scrambled back to our seats as we heard the drum rhythm for 'I'm not a Vampire' begin.

I could see johnnie singing the lyrics as he watched the performance on stage. since we were still a bit of a walk away, I took a picture. seeing him in the stadium lighting was heavenly, and he seemed so into the music, it just made for the perfect picture of him. I planned to set it as my lock screen as soon as we got back to the hotel.

there was not much different about the last few songs, except for the fact that I was exhausted and out of breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't have a voice in the morning, either.

as the last chord of the song rang throughout the stadium, Johnnie gripped my waist and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, kissing him back with the same intensity. he pulled away, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

my lower lip quivered as I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, too."

[splendidreads]

Anyone got some Pete Wentz or Ronnie Radke stories that aren’t cringey? 😂❤️☠️

[punkypink]

my friends found my wattpad account

WHAT DO I DO

[dino-boyo-agere]

Okay, hear me out...

Some of you may know that I'm working on a modern day Stranger Things au fanfiction (it's an Age Regression fic, where the world of Mr. Robot meets Stranger Things) and I literally can't stop thinking about how Eddie would be obsessed with the music from "Falling in Reverse" / Ronnie Radke!!

Like, think about it..

It just fits!!!

And he'd pull Dustin right into it aswell, no doubt 'bout it..

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Also: The music video to their "Superhero" was a whole darn homage to/ parody of Stranger Things, so..

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[goatlingsvent]

theenforcer just linked to their neocities in the public goatlings forums, which not only hosts a plethora of content banned on goatlings, but also hosts their falling in reverse/ronnie radke RPF fanfiction. one of these fanfictions includes what i can only describe as a "fix-it" au in which ronnie radke gets teleported to the future before he can kill that guy, and then when he goes back in time he decides not to kill him. they wrote a fix it fic for a real life murder

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Post after post after post... heart like... no engagement.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS LITERARY WILL YOU PEOPLE WHO DO THIS REALISE WE NEED ENGAGEMENT FROM YOU! 

That little comment telling us you loved it, that takes seconds to type? It means EVERYTHING TO US. That review you want to leave in more detail, but think you might be bothering us, or fangirling too hard? YOU’RE NOT. We sit there squealing with JOY to read all the parts you loved! That reblog? Do you know how thrilled we are to see you like something so much that you wanted it on your dash too?? 

It’s nourishment for us when you do this. We’re tired of having to remind people to engage. Our free to consume works are not free to create, unfortunately. Time and energy go into crafting a piece of writing for you. Your comments and reblogs are what replenishes us to continue doing it all over again. 

I know I sound like a broken record, but the whole process of engagement is broken. Spare a few beautiful people who read my stuff, most of my best engagement is from my fellow author friends, because they understand the assignment! 

It’s about time others understood it too. 

[misguidedswagger]

trust: chapter 2

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Y/n said nothing as her older brother and his friends continued to buzz about their very new signing. She hummed to herself as she placed the cake in the oven before cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes, utensils, and then drying them. Y/n pursed her lips before she turned to face her brother once again, 

“Bren?” She asked softly, resting her hips on the counter as she crossed her arms. Her brother lifted his head and quirked a brow towards her, still looking at Spencer as they conversed about some of the songs they would possibly be changing up for their new sound, like Time To Dance, Camisado, and Nails For Breakfast. 

“What’s up, kiddo?” Brendon teased his baby sister. With a huff and roll of her eyes, Y/n pushed herself off the counter by her hips, making herself busy. “Was gonna ask if you needed your laundry done. But after the nickname, fuck you, do it yourself.” 

Spencer snorted at her comment, “Damn, kiss your mother with that mouth?” Another eye roll later, Y/n sent an annoyed middle finger to Spencer, checking the timer she’d set on the oven. “I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes, losers.” The girl spoke before running upstairs to her room, grabbing her laundry and throwing it into the machine. 

Ryan’s gaze trailed after her slowly and rested on the stairwell straight ahead of him. He cleared his throat before walking to his friends sitting at the kitchen’s bar. Ryan opened his mouth to contribute to the conversation before Brendon interrupted him. “I think we need to celebrate our tremendous feat. Whaddaya guys say, huh? What if we throw a mega banger in celebration of our signing?” Brendon wiggled both of his elbows into both Spencer and Ryan, causing the two to laugh softly. 

“Here?” Jon asked, a brow raised. Brendon spun around in his chair and nodded before leaning back and crossing his arms. “Hell yeah, here! This is where the magic happened, baby! Obviously it’s gotta be here!” 

A set of hands and a chin found their home on Ryan’s shoulders. He looked at the girl who was suddenly back downstairs among him, her brother, and their friends, “What’s gotta be here?” Y/n queried, once again completely oblivious to the fact that she was making Ryan’s heart race a mile a minute. Ryan would usually focus on the words leaving the girl’s mouth, but right now, he had to focus on calming himself down so Y/n wouldn’t hear or feel his speedy heartbeat, or notice his sudden loss of breath. 

Spencer spoke up now, his arms crossed over his chest as he spun to face the younger Urie, “Your big brother wants to throw a celebratory signing party. You down?” He smirked at her before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a soda from the second rack. 

With a small hum in thought, she asked softly, “I’m invited?” Ryan spoke before he even realized he did, 

“Yes!” He shouted, before shrinking down in embarrassment, a tinge of red fanning over his cheeks. He held his face in his hands, muttering apologies. “I’m sorry—Just…” He didn’t even need to look up to know his friends were staring at him intently, and Jon was giving him a stern, almost motherly, look. Clearing his throat, the guitarist continued, “Just surprised at the fact that you’d think you weren’t invited after everything you’ve done for us. You proofread our-“ 

Y/n interrupted now, “Your.” She whispered, standing up straight as she offered a reassuring shoulder squeeze. “My lyrics.” He corrected sheepishly,

 “You made food for us when we had long sessions, made us hot chocolate, coffee.. God, you’ve always supported us, you’ve always been our number one fan…” Ryan trailed off, having to stop himself before he got too ahead of himself and started going on about his love  and overall adoration for her. 

Y/n had a hand over her heart and opened her mouth to speak before Spencer spoke up again, “And not to mention, you always made sure we got rest of some sort, whether it be small breaks, actual sleep itself, or you just talking to us to bounce ideas off of.” He took another sip of his soda before going back over to Jon and Brendon. 

Jon spoke up now, “Ya always made sure we were hydrated too, ran to the store for us when we needed paper, pens, or other bullshit like that. Food, etcetera, etcetera.  You’ve been a great help, kid. Ya need to hold yourself to a higher standard.”

Isn’t that right? Ryan thought to himself, nodding in agreement with Jon, subtly looking towards him. Before Y/n could thank the boys, her brother walked to her side and threw his arm around her shoulders, giving her a noogie as he gave his thanks to her, 

“What would I have done without my little sis always making me food, doing my laundry, and my chores so I could be with the guys? You’re the best, Y/n. We really love you, and of course we want–no, need you at this party! Couldn’t have gotten this far without you!” With a large smile, the youngest in the room nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll start getting the house ready-” She gave her brother a quick squeeze before slithering out of his grip to start preparing for the party. Ryan stopped her though and grabbed her hand, causing Y/n to turn towards his voice, “Woah, woah. We are gonna get the house ready together.” 

Unbeknownst to Ryan, Spencer grew wary of his bandmate’s hands on the frontman’s little sister. Jon, completely oblivious to Spencer’s glare, nudged him, “Older Urie’s gonna send out invites and all that shit, but me ‘n Spence’ll help out, don’t worry.” Jon smiled, walking towards Y/n and Ryan. The girl grinned and gave Ryan’s hand a quick squeeze before moving forward to hug the others. Ryan hadn’t realized how long his hands had lingered on Y/n until she was out of his grip, she just felt so much like home. It was scary. 

As Y/n flew into Spencer and Jon’s hugs, she hadn’t noticed the very obviously fake smile on Spencer’s face. No one had the opportunity to before an annoying ringing sound echoed through the kitchen. Y/n pulled away and clapped her hands excitedly, 

“Yay! Cake!” 

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Y/n was in her room getting ready for the party as she heard new voices under the blaring music entering her house. She looked in the mirror, brushing invisible specks of dirt off of herself, smoothing her outfit down as much as she could. With a frustrated sigh, she held her face in her hands. 

“You look beautiful. What’s stressing you out?” A voice asked her from the doorway, causing her face to shoot up out of her hands. She stayed staring at herself in the mirror, staring at him through the mirror. He kicked himself off the door frame as she spoke. 

 “I don’t know, I guess this party just feels different because of the event it's celebrating.” Ryan walked up behind her and let his hands rest in his pockets as he looked her in the eyes through the mirror, “Hey, you’ve got nothing to stress over.” Tentatively, he placed his hands on her shoulders, flicking his eyes back to hers, silently asking if he could continue. With a silent nod from Y/n, Ryan began to rub her shoulders, much to Y/n’s pleasure. 

“If anything, it should be us stressing, it’s our signing party.” The elder reassured, causing a smile to finally find its home on the girl’s face. She smiled brightly at Ryan and turned around and gave him a tight hug. “Thank you.” She said softly and sweetly. Ryan smiled and let his chin rest on her shoulder as he embraced every inch of her hug. His hands found solitude on her waist as he pulled her in tighter. 

“For the record, Ross, you look very handsome yourself, and you give incredible hugs.” Y/n complimented, letting go of the hug when she heard one of her favorite songs playing downstairs. She grabbed Ryan’s hand and dragged him down the stairs with her before forcing him to dance with her. 

Ryan laughed and Y/n spun messily to the song playing, but when she grabbed his hand, he let his body take over. He gave her a proper spin, causing her to giggle, a sound Ryan swore he could never get over. Y/n rested her hand in Ryan’s, her other on his shoulder. She stopped laughing as much and only smiled, maintaining eye contact with Ryan the entire time, and he did the same.

When the song ended, Y/n smiled wider and stepped back, “Thank you for going along with that. That was really fun! Want a drink?” She pointed towards the drink table, and Ryan nodded. “You continue dancing, Urie, I’ll grab the drinks.” He grinned at her, causing her to cheer and nod, already dancing to the next song. 

With a small laugh, Ryan walked over to where Y/n had previously pointed, grabbing two red solo cups. He was in the process of pouring their drinks when he felt an elbow in his side. Ryan snapped his eyes up to the culprit, not surprised to see Jon connected to the elbow that’d nudged him. “I saw you two lovebirds. Finally spill the secret?” Jon teased, causing Ryan to turn his face away from his friend’s burning stare, in an attempt to hide his blush. “Holy shit! You still haven’t told her!” Jon basically yelled, causing Ryan to shove his shoulder, 

“Dude, shut it!” He pleaded, quickly glancing around to make sure no one else had heard their conversation. Jon laughed heartily before shaking his head, “Man, you gotta tell her! Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, which won’t happen, it definitely will go somewhere, she has a right to know!” Jon said seriously, offering an encouraging smile. He placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder and rubbed it, “Trust me, Ryan. It’s better to be rejected than to regret not saying something.” 

Jon and Ryan’s conversation was interrupted as another person walked up, “Hey, guys! Crazy turn out, huh? Told ya I’m a god at invites!” Brendon placed a hand on both of their shoulders and smiled, “What were you two talking about?” Ryan tried not to show his panic when Brendon asked that, and before Ryan could stutter through an excuse, Jon bit the bullet and saved Ryan’s skin. 

“Was asking Ryan for some advice about the girl over there.” Jon gestured lazily to a group of girls in another room, taking a sip. “Wanna walk over with me Bren? Ryan’s too nervous to just walk over with me and I need backup.” Jon offered, looking at Brendon hopefully. 

Brendon blew a raspberry at Ryan and held an “L” on his forehead to him, “Of course I’ll go with you Jon, I’m not a pussy.” He laughed before clapping Ryan on the back, “Kidding, I get it. Enjoy the party man, I know Jon certainly will.” He smiled. 

As the two walked away, Jon turned his head and winked at Ryan before turning back around quickly. Ryan smiled a tight smile and nodded at Jon before turning to walk back with his and Y/n’s drinks. However, as he turned to walk back in her direction, he collided with another body, startling him. He turned back around to see he’d bumped into the girl he’d been on the way back to. With a laugh, she took a cup from Ryan, “What took ya so long?” 

Ryan gestured to the room that Jon and Brendon were currently in, “Oh, ya know, your brother.” He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink. She laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah, he can be quite the handful sometimes. I’d know.” The two of them laughed together before walking over to another corner of the room to get out of the way of the people dancing in the middle of the living room. 

Ryan leaned against the wall, drink in hand, free hand either in his pocket or gesturing with his sentences, as Y/n was standing, slowly sipping her drink, more listening than talking. Their conversation was going pretty well when all of a sudden, a guy slammed into Y/n, spilling his drink all over her, causing Y/n to shiver at the sudden cold liquid seeping through her shirt. 

The drunk guy looked up at Y/n and muttered an apology before doing a double take, “Oh, holy shit. You’re Brent’s ex right?” Y/n’s face paled and Ryan stood up straight, eyeing the guy angrily. Clearly, the drunk moron didn’t realize that no one wanted to talk about that, “Yeah, you gotta be. I remember your brother or whoever goin’ batshit on him in the middle of that party, almost two years ago now, right?” 

Ryan shoved him, “Get the fuck away from her. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.” The man looked up at Ryan now, “Go home, Ronnie.” Ryan snarled at him. “You’ve had enough to drink, anyway.” Ronnie looked up at Ryan and raised a brow,

 “Since when are you two dating?” He flicked his eyes over to Y/n, who looked to be on the edge of tears. “You settle for Ryan here just because you missed fucking one of your brother’s friends?” And that was it, the wall that Y/n had built up had come crashing down with waterworks. 

Y/n ran upstairs, sobbing. Ryan shoved Ronnie into a wall and immediately followed after her, calling her name. “Y/n!” He watched her door slam shut, and against his better judgment, opened the door without knocking, “Y/n, look what he said-” He looked up at her shriek and saw her shirtless, “Shit, I’m so sorry!” He put his hand back on the knob to close it, but before he could reach the knob, she spoke up.

“Wait! Don’t… Don’t leave me.” She pleaded softly, breaking Ryan’s heart. He held a hand over his eyes and still kept his eyes down, though it was pointless to do both. He shut the door behind him and stood in the corner with his back to her. “I won’t leave but I won’t look. Just tell me when you’re done, okay?” 

Y/n let out a small hum of affirmation and Ryan sighed shakily, waiting patiently. After a minute or so, Y/n pulled him off the wall by his shoulder and uncovered his eyes. “You change qui-” 

Ryan wore a nervous smile on his face as he finally brought his hands off his eyes. He froze when he realized what he was looking at: a shirtless Y/n. “Oh-my god.” he stuttered out, his cheeks turning bright red as he turned his face away, “Y/n, I-” Her soft hand reached up to his cheek and turned him back towards her. “This is w-wrong, Y/n, you’re not thinking right, you’re upset, you-I don’t want to take advantage of you, I-” 

She hushed him and smiled, “You’re not taking advantage of anyone, Ryan. Promise.” Ryan swallowed hard as she took a step closer to him. The boy’s breath grew more jagged as his crush stepped closer and closer to him. Ryan finally took things upon himself, he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her deeply as Y/n’s hands moved to his hair. 

Ryan’s heart jumped to his throat. This was all he’d ever wanted, to be able to kiss Y/n, to hold her in his arms, this was the moment he’d dreamt of for as long as he could remember. So why did things feel so strange? He’d imagined this situation playing out several times and he’d planned everything down to a t, how he’d hold her, exactly how he’d kiss her, how softly he’d-

Ryan’s train of thought was interrupted when Y/n brought him back to her bed, yanking his shirt off of him and shoving him down as she sat on her knees in front of him. Y/n brought her hands to Ryan’s belt and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Ryan’s lips were trapped between his teeth as he watched her tear-jerkingly slow movements. She shuffled his pants down and Ryan raised his hips to help her, looking deep into her lust flooded eyes–matching his.

Ryan smiled down at her, raising a hand to pet her hair, “Is this your first-Oh, fuck.” Ryan’s own moans cut off his question as his head fell back as his hand moved to clench the bedsheets under him. Now, by no means was Ryan a virgin, in any sense of the word, but there was something about Y/n that just made everything feel like it was his first. He could only hope he was her first, but by the way she was skillfully moving her head up and down, followed by the swirling of her tongue, he was positive he wasn’t. 

He decided not to focus on that, but on the fact that this was even happening. Ryan moaned her name, “Y/n, fuck.” He let his eyes flutter shut and Y/n felt a zap of electricity shoot from her mouth to her toes. She loved the hold she had on him. She added her hand to Ryan’s cock and from that point on, his groans got even dirtier. Y/n’s heart began to race in arousal and anxiety, she’d never had anyone wound around her finger so tight, but it felt great. 

Ryan’s moans were heavenly. Y/n wanted more and more, so she did everything she knew how. She looked up at him and started to bob her head faster, licking up his cock to his tip. She flicked her tongue across his slit and Ryan swore he’d never moaned louder; she was so much better than he could’ve imagined, and he imagined a lot. They were both grateful for the booming music downstairs, or else they certainly would’ve been caught. 

Ryan sucked in a deep breath through his teeth and let a hand find its way in her hair and he tugged on it softly. Y/n moaned softly, sending a delicious vibration up Ryan’s cock. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re so good at this~” At the praise, she slightly sped up her movements and continued to look up at him, smirking when his face twitched, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, Y/n kept her head down and let him spill into the back of her throat, riding out his high with him. Involuntarily, Ryan bucked his hips into mouth with another small moan. 

He looked down at her and caressed the side of her face, running his thumb over her cheek. “So beautiful. You gonna spit it out?” Y/n instead stuck her tongue out of her mouth and showed him his cum before swallowing it. 

Ryan’s face lit up in a blush and he licked his lips before pulling her off the floor by her face, kissing her deeply. With a hand on the back of her head, he stood up and lightly pushed her on the bed before unclasping her bra with one hand, causing her to blush and turn away. “Guess this isn’t your first time.” Ryan smiled softly and turned her face back towards him, “No, but I know this’ll be my best time.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply, sliding off her bra in the process. He sat up now, his knees on either side of her. Y/n swallowed hard and tried her best to maintain eye contact, but it was evident that she was anxious. 

Ryan immediately picked up on this and did a double take, “Shit, are you a virgin? We shouldn’t-” Ryan went to step off of her, but Y/n grabbed his arm and stopped him. 

“I want you to be my first, Ryan. Please.” Y/n begged softly, causing a whole other side of Ryan to take over. 

 “Do you have a condom?” He asked, his hand on her cheek again. The girl sat up and shook her head, “Bren has some in his nightstand drawer. You can go grab one.” She spoke timidly before Ryan nodded, basically sprinting to her brother’s room. 

She giggled at his speed, but when he was back and shut the door, it sunk in that she was really about to do this. Ryan resumed his position above her and shuffled her underwear down, before running his fingers up and down her sides. 

“Are you ready, Y/n?” 

[hearts4golbach]

Fandoms/People I Write For.

I take requests for:

youtubers:

johnnie guilbert

jake webber

tara yummy

colby brock

sam golbach

celebrities

billie eilish

josh hutcherson

finn wolfhard

sally face:

sal fisher

larry johnson

[remingtonisleithal]

Masterlist

I write for Palaye Royale, My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Ronnie Radke, Motionless in White, Corey Taylor, Pierce The Veil, Kellin Quinn and probably others I can't think of. If anyone wants to be tagged let me know, and requests are open! * means smut. Updated 25/1/23

Remington Leith :

Caught in the Storm*

Reader and Remington share a bed. You know how this goes haha

Feel Better

Reader had a bad day, Remington takes her on an adventure to feel better

Only One Answer*

part 2 to feel better

I Will Find You

Remington sees Y/N in a crowd, and is mesmerized. Will he be able to find her?

Something Beautiful

part 2 of I'll find you

Better than Nutella

The reader cooks for Remington and he falls in love. Will there be a part 2? You tell me! (literally, please)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party, and after confessing their feelings things go further

Morning Light: (collab with @cursivetalk)

Vampire Remington fic based on the Tonight is the night I die video. Across centuries, will Remington see the mysterious girl from the ball again?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

Emerson teaches reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Mortician's Daughter

Based on the song, TW miscarriage but with a happy ending.

I Don't Want To Be Alone

TW self harm, reader feels bad and Andy looks after them

Ronnie Radke:

Untitled *

basically pwp

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me

TW self harm, suicidal and alcoholism, angst with a happy ending.

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visit's her ex's grave and is surprised to find him there

Hang 'Em High

Cemetery drive pt 2

[just-anoverthinking-girl]

found old pictures of Ronnie and I'm crying

[kellics-for-closers]

This is a rp account for my fanfic, Kellics for closers, because its really silly and the characters are just hilarious and weird..

i will make posts from this account as if im the characters, questions and post recs are very appreciated and i would just love it. almost as much as vic loves lean 💜

quick synopsis of the story incase you are interested:

vic loves kellin! he is completely obsessed with him! BUT OH NO!!!! kellin hates him?????? Kellin is a sassy bitch! and vic is a sociopath. vic uses lean to cope with his worsening dark thoughts, but he cant always contain them.

crazy i know. vic ends up killing a bunch of people. the exact amount, im not aware of. kellin has no clue until vic has no choice but to really make kellin his.

theres cameos from various bad people in the scene (along with non bad people but the assholes are fun to kill off) who all live in the trap house, or as ronnie calls it; the Drugeon.

theres a coffee shop thats run by a special little band that happens to rhyme with "small doubt coy."

its on wattpad if you're interested.

[dontudareforgetthesun-luv]

hii!! this is a post from ao3!! its a bandom one, more specifically when ronnie radke was in escape the fate and when ronnie was locked up. tw:drugs,alcohol,su1c1d3 attempts,mentions of prison, ect ect. this is kind of?? a song fic.

𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍.

I have these questions always running through my head, so many things that i would like to understand If we are born to die, and we all die to live, then whats the point of living life if it just contridicts?

“hey ron.. ronnie? hey! wake up! ronnie?! RONNIE WAKE UP!” Omar yelled, shaking ronnie, trying to wake him up. he was surrounded my bottles of alcohol and his prescription bottle lay on his chest, empty. “RONNIE- WAKE UP!” omar yelled, getting up and running out of the small room in the bus to get help.

i felt the darkness as you tried to pull me down, the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house i restle with my thoughts, i shook the hint of doubt running from my past im praying ‘feet, dont fail me now’

i heard the echo of footsteps coming towards my room, i shake away all of my doubts, quickly trying to swallow the rest of my pills before- “broo- bro? ronnie… what are you doing..?” craig says, stopping in his tracks. i turn around, quickly putting the bottle down. “nothing, why didnt you fucking knock, craig? dammit, geeet the fuuck ouuuttt…” ronnie says, slurring the last words before blinking tiredly, then passing out, falling onto the bed.

magically, i turn tragedy into melodies over catchy beats it comes so naturally, so smooth and casually thats why they call me ‘king of the music scene’

“dude, you are like, the king of rock, man! these lyrics are awesome! ”she loves the way that i tease, i love the way that she breathes”? thats fucking perfect!” robert complements, patting ronnie’s shoulder. “yeaaahhh thhhanks broo! thiis neww shit reaally gott mme maaakkiiin soommeee siiiick rhymmeesss, maannn” ronnie said drunkenly, the stench of liquor coming out of his mouth. “seriously ronnie? you’re drunk again? i though you were better than this you hag!” robert says, hastily removing his hand from ronnies shoulder and lightly pushing him, walking out with the paper to show the other bandmates.

“iiitss not myyy faaauult… i cant heelllp iit..” ronnie says pathetically to nobody, starting to cry. he cant control it, it controls him. he wants to stop, he does, but he cant. itll kill him.

i dont mind, whats the use? it doesnt matter if i win or lose i dont mind, whats the use? it doesnt matter, if i make it through, i dont mind.

ronnie sat, crying, curled up into a ball in his room. he wasnt even trying to be quiet, he knew his band members didnt care. they never cared, they knew ronnie was a useless fuck. as more thoughts started swarming into the sad man’s head, he heard a soft knock knock from his door. whoever knocked didnt wait for ronnie to answer though, and opened the door while doing the second knock. “hey, ronnie, are you alright?” max asked the boy, tone laced with concern. “im-sniiifffleeee fine max.. go sleep its late.” ronnie says, turning away from the door, wrapping himself in his thick blanket. “hey.. ron, you can talk to me.. im practically your brother-“ “EXCEPT YOU’RE NOT, MAX! YOU ARENT ANTHONY! ANTHONY IS IN THE HOSPITAL, PROBABLY FUCKING DEAD! hes probably dead and i didnt get to do anything.. i was such a bad brother..” ronnie yells, sitting up to look at max, puncuating the end of his sentance with sobs. “ronnie- ronnie cmere its okay hes not dead, its alright, he’ll be fine.” max says, quickly walking to ronnies bed, hugging the shorter and conforting him. “i promise, it will be alright.”

the black haired mail set his pen down onto his page, getting stained with teardrops. he gets up out of his crappily made desk chair and walks across his cell to lay down in his very uncomfortable bed, dacing the wall. he was stressed, beyond stressed, really, he had just heard that craig fucking mabbitt was the new lead singer. not ti mention the fact that the day after he was admitted into this hell hole, he found out anthony had died. his life was honestly a fucking mess, and all he could really do was sit and write down lyrics and cry. all he did was cry. he didnt have his pills, so he couldnt be happy. thats how life is. maybe some day itll get better, but that day os not today.

~~end~~

[alightwhendarknessfell]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Black Veil Brides, Falling in Reverse Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Andy Biersack/Ronnie Radke Characters: Ronnie Radke, Andy Biersack Additional Tags: Human/Vampire Relationship, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Male Slash, Black Veil Brides Army Summary:

It's the tail end of 2010, Ronnie Radke is a free man at last. It's time to start a new life in Hollywood; with a new band and a new home, his life is finally back on track. There's just one minor difference, he's been dead for almost a year. A prison fight went wrong and life as he knew it would never be the same.

Andy Six is ready to take over the world, with a year of touring under his belt, no one could stop him. Reckless and enjoying his newfound stardom, the thought of his own mortality was not something he entertained. Too fast for love and too wild to be tied down, danger excited him.

A chance encounter with the ex-convict on Andy's 20th birthday would set them both on a course neither could stop.

Here’s the prologue of the Ronnie/Andy vampire-AU story I promised. I’m just uploading it to Wattpad and Archive of Our Own for now. Let me know what you think. I’ll be writing this alongside the Matt/Andy one if people are into it. 

[goatlingsvent]

TheEnforcer is a huge ronnie radke fan. they will claim they hate him and disapprove of what he's done and then write 100k words of catboy ronnie radke fanfiction

🥓

[emo-fanfics-uwu]

keep holding on

ronnie radke x reader

A/N: uwu i know everyone's like "oHMYGOD RONNIE THE BAD BOII" but i honestly love him and he can be so wholesome.

��️ warnings: fluff, cursing, implied abuse?, just lots of fluff cause that's what ronnie deserves.

your POV

as you sat around your apartment on a shitty day, you heard a knock at the door.

who in their right mind would come here in the middle of a thunderstorm?

you opened the door to find ronnie, soaking wet and looking a mess. has he been drinking? he was shaking and breathing heavy as he spoke.

"i-i had no where else to go. can i stay? please," he slurred. yep, definitely been drinking.

"course ronnie! c'mon you're freezing and it's pouring out."

you dragged him inside by his sleeve and grabbed a towel, throwing it at his wet head.

"dry yourself off, i'll get you extra clothes," you told him before walking upstairs. as ronnie sat on the couch, he wouldn't admit to himself that he was starting to get emotional. it was a rough day for him and he did not want to cry. he had to stay tough.

you came back with sweatpants and a t-shirt for him to wear. he was zoned out, his head in his hands, the towel above his head. you came over and sat down next to him, hesitantly putting your hand on his shoulder--you knew he hated hugs and affection like that just because he was trying to keep his tough guy appearance. you knew he wasn't like that.

he shrugged your hand off, just as you thought he would, and kept his head in the towel.

"ronnie, you know it's okay to talk to me."

he nodded, still refusing to look up at you.

"ronnie, c'mon. you need to change--"

he suddenly stood up, starting to breathe heavily as he raised his voice, "i know i do! don't you see that? i'm a mess, nobody likes me cause i've pushed everyone away!"

he had never snapped at you before...ever. and he knew better than that with everything you've gone through. when he drinks, he gets defensive and you knew you shouldn't push him past his limit.

"ron, please calm down. i-i didn't mean,,,i didn't mean it like that. i meant to change your clothes. you're gonna get sick--"

"would you,,,what would you care?!"

you sighed, "i care a lot."

he suddenly stepped toward you and yelled, "it's hard enough try walking in my shoes!! i have tried so hard to be a better soul and i still manage to fuck up!"

you flinched and put your hands up to block your face. at that moment, ronnie knew he messed up. he threw his head back and ran a hand through his knotted hair.

he whispered repeatedly, "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry y/n. you know i wouldn't touch you. you know that i would never hurt you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean that. i'm sorry."

he stepped back to give you some space while you lowered your hands.

"i know you wouldn't. it's okay."

"but it's not! i did it again, i messed up," at that point ronnie hit his breaking point. his eyes became glassy and he did something that no one would expect him to do. he cried.

you stood there stunned before walking to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. you thought he would just shrug you off like all the other times but he dug his head into your neck and wrapped his colorful arms around your neck.

you stayed like that for ten minutes while he was letting out his emotions. he had spent so long bottling them in, that you knew this was what he needed to do.

you moved him to sit on the couch and managed to pry him off your arm long enough to get him a bottle of water.

"please don't leave me n/n."

"you know i wouldn't ronnie. do you want to clean up in the bathroom?"

he nodded while you brought him to the bathroom for him to take a shower.

"uh y/n? can you--um can you please stay with me?"

you had never seen him this vulnerable. he was usually outgoing and jokingly flirting with everyone, but now he was too timid to even sit down.

"mhm," you said before both of you stepped in the shower. you ran your hand through his hair, feeling him relax with your touch.

"what happened?"

"people were spreading hate on the new album. i worked hard on it and i don't know. i just,,,what if i'm not cut out for all of this?"

you couldn't believe he doubted his talent. he was amazing. you dropped your hand from his hair to his inked hand.

"you're really doubting that you aren't cut out for music. ronnie, you're amazing. do you know how many people's lives you've saved with your music?"

"probably none."

"i know you've saved mine."

his eyes widened with a questioning look.

"you never told me--"

"there's a lot you've done for me ronnie. and your fans. half of them wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

"i can't believe i'm standing here at all, everything is so much to handle sometimes, y'know?"

"i know."

you put your head against his chest, feeling hot water run down your back. he played with the wet strands of your hair and the comfortable silence flooded the shower.

after drying off, you both sat on the couch to watch a movie. you slowly started to fall asleep, ronnie covering you both with a blanket and turning off the movie. before you fell asleep, he kissed you quickly, but passionatly, and whispering a small "goodnight."

sorry, it's pretty late but i wanted to post. i hope this isn't too bad. don't forget to follow me and request different celebrity imagines and stuff (:

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