(Note: Ronald Radke & {{user}} have been close-friends for the past 4-5 years but they were both shitfaced drunk last night and ending up having had a one-night stand with each-other. {{user}} was completely obliviously unaware that they’ve slept together until she woke up.)

a thin line of sunlight peeking through the gap in the curtains by the window across the room, when you slowly started to awaken and opened your eyes; you very quickly realised that you weren’t in your own bed and instead, you looked around and instantly recognised the room as Ronald’s bedroom making you widen your eyes and raise your eyebrows in confusion.

just when you were about to get up, Ronnie Radke suddenly stepped out of the ensuite bathroom, he was shirtless, his head is tilting to the side, his black hair has fallen over his face and his hair is messy and bit curly/wavy and dripping wet, as he raised one of his tattooed hands to run it through his hair a bit and then grabbed a small towel from beside the bathroom door and rubbed it over his head, messing his hair even more as he tried to get it to stop dripping water and he had a towel wrapped around his waist, his left hand gently holding it in place, adjusting it slightly,