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alotofpockets · 8 months

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Album release | Reneé Rapp

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Summary: Spending the day with your girlfriend on the day her first album releases.

A/n: In honor of Snow Angel releasing tomorrow I wanted to write this fluffy fic. I hope you enjoy and happy release day tomorrow!!

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Ever since she woke up your girlfriend had been very nervous. Today was the day that she was going to share her first ever album with the world. It was simultaneously the most exciting and nerve wracking thing she had ever experienced. You were making breakfast in the kitchen, trying to take as many tasks away from Reneé, so that she would have the best experience today.

When you walked back to the bedroom with a tray full of food, you heard her talking to her phone. You lean against the door frame, hoping to not interrupt her. She looks up to you and smiles, you can see in her eyes just how much she loves and appreciates you. Reneé looks back at her phone and continues to talk. “I’m so excited to share these new songs with you. The songwriting for this album is so authentically me, I’ve poured my heart out with these lyrics. Sharing this piece of me is scary as hell, but at the same time it’s pretty amazing. So, yeah, I can’t wait to see all your reactions later, and happy album release day. I gotta go, breakfast is waiting for me. I love you all.” Reneé ends the live and turns to you. “It smells so good, baby.”

You take the tray and set it down in front of her. “I made all your favorites.” She pulls you in for a kiss before she dives into the food. “You’re so amazing, thank you for being so good to me.” You lean in and kiss her, “Anything for my favorite girl.” You’re about to step away to clean up but Reneé takes your hand and gently pulls you back, “Can we lay here for a bit?” You cuddle into her side, “Hm, you know I would never say no to that.”

About fifteen minutes later you gather the plates and head to the kitchen, you grab your phone and send a quick text out before Reneé joins you in cleaning up the dishes. Once you’re done, Reneé moves to the couch, she still looked rather nervous, so you knew now was the time for your surprise. “Hey baby, I’ll be right back.” You say as you head back to the bedroom. You take out your phone and press call. It takes a few rings before the call gets picked up, but then you see her face. You smile and wave at the woman in front of you and whisper, “Hi Denise, ready?” Making sure that Reneé doesn’t hear you in the other room. Denise turns the phone so you can see Charlie too, they both give you a thumbs up before going on mute. When Reneé released her EP her parents were there with her on release day, but sadly they were out of state for this release. You had cooked up a plan with her mom to surprise her. You keep the camera and microphone on on your end and carefully put the phone in a box that you quickly wrap like the other present that you got her. You knew having her parents here would mean so much to her.

Reneé eyes widen in excitement when she sees you walking in with presents. “You didn’t have to get me anything, baby.” You smile and sit down next to her. “I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to. It’s your special day and I wanted to give you something small. I am so incredibly proud of you, you are an amazing person and you’ve created a phenomenal album. Happy release day, baby, I love you.” You hand her the first gift. She unwraps it and opens the box to reveal a silver chain necklace, her mouth opens wide, “It’s so beautiful, thank you so much!” You help her put it on before handing her the second gift. She opens the box and as soon as light comes into the box her parents yell out “Surprise!” She looks at the box in shock and takes out the phone. You see the tears welling in her eyes and put an arm around her. “I thought you couldn’t make it.” She cries out. “You didn’t think we’d miss our girl's big day, did you?” Charlie jokes. “We are so proud of you, honey.” Denise continues, “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Reneé leans into your side, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Before starting the live, Reneé quickly cleans up her face from the tears. You talk with her parents while you set up the stream for her on her laptop. To Reneé family is very important, so seeing you casually talking to them and also planning this with her mom, meant a great deal. She walks back into the room, and sits down at the counter. “Are you ready to show the world?” You ask as you put the laptop down in front of her. “I think so.” You reassure her one more time before she starts the live. “You have the most amazing fans. Your mom and I were just talking about how sweet they are. They have been going crazy over the little snippets of the songs you’ve shared. They are going to love your new songs as much as we do, it’s an amazing album. You’ve created something very beautiful.” Her parents give her one last pep talk before the live starts.

Reneé talks to the thousands of fans that joined her stream to count down to the release. She’s answering questions and talking about the album. You look at her in awe as you watch her, totally in her element. The seconds on the countdown tick away and then there it is, the album is officially released. Reneé closes off the live, and says bye to her parents. The rest of the afternoon you spend cuddling up together on the couch watching all the reaction TikTok’s, reading all the comments and seeing all the Instagram mentions. One post sticks out, it’s on her mom’s Instagram. The captions read, “Happy release day Nay, so incredibly proud of you. So glad we got to be there on this special day. P.S. You’ve found yourself a keeper. Love M.” You look through the pictures that she posted, they were a collection of screenshots from the live and the facetime call. The last picture was a screenshot of you looking at Reneé during the stream, there was nothing but love and admiration on your face.

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superhaught · 28 days

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Angel in the Snow

Pairing: Reneé Rapp & Reader (platonic)

Warnings: drug use, drug-induced unconsciousness, overdose, refers to sexual assault, mention of blood, emergency room examination, angst, hurt-comfort

Word Count: 2950, Part 1/?

Note from Author:

! This is an AU where reader finds Reneé before she loses 7 hours of her life that night. There is difficult subject matter here so please read at your own discretion. !

Big shoutout to @fanofthings20 who beta-read this piece for me, thank you so much!

If this is missing any necessary warnings or tags please let me know!

Finally, carry Narcan/Naloxone!

Reneé is reader's best friend. Reneé is partying a lot and one night, Reneé is unaccounted for. Reader looks for and helps her friend. Based on the events that "Snow Angel" is about.

No one knew where she was, and you were the only one who seemed to care. Everyone was annoyed that you were even asking.

“You’re freaking out over nothing, I’m sure she just left.”

But you didn’t feel like it was nothing. There was a feeling in your gut that said otherwise. Reneé had disappeared from the group over an hour ago. Your best friend in the world was nowhere to be found and all of these assholes were more concerned about maintaining their buzz than her well-being.

You sent her a third text asking if she was okay that got left on delivered.

You never felt that it was your place to stand in the way of Reneé having fun and enjoying herself, but you were worried about her. More than worried… you were scared for her.

Lately, you had felt like she was pushing the limits of what she could handle, sustaining herself on parties and substances and hook ups. You knew that she was trying to escape something, you just didn’t know what. You would have given anything for her to just let you in.

One week prior, you went out on a limb and tried to talk to her about it. She got mad. Madder than you’d ever seen her.

“I’m done with this conversation,” she asserted.

“Reneé, please, I’m just trying to help…”

“Well, you’re not. You’re just being fucking annoying.”

She told you to leave her alone, but you couldn’t leave her alone. Especially not now. Not when she had her finger on the self-destruct button.

You weren’t invited to this party but you knew she was going to be there with some guy and his friends and you just didn’t trust him. So you showed up and found the group she was supposed to be with, but Reneé and her date weren’t with them.

“Fuck you all,” you said as you stormed off and started asking for help from the bartenders and bouncers. You showed a picture of her to various club staff and none of them really recognized her or knew where she might be.

No one was taking you seriously and you started to doubt yourself. Maybe you were being insane. Reneé is an adult and the fact that you were trying to track her down when she didn’t even want you here was pretty crazy of you. She probably did just leave with the guy to hook up.

But then you shook your head. No. You’d rather be anxious and find out that nothing was wrong after all than let something happen to her. If she was drunk or high, she could be taken advantage of and you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t do everything you could.

You tried calling her. You let it ring until it went to voicemail, “Hey it’s Reneé, leave a message.” You felt sick to your stomach. Even if she was mad at you, Reneé would never not pick up a call from you if she could help it.

You did another lap of the dancefloor and still didn’t see the blonde. You started to check the club bathrooms, shouting her name and getting a lot of weird looks but not getting any closer to finding her. So you started to get more creative. You left the club area in favor of searching the hotel that housed it. The main lobby was fairly empty and quiet.

You rushed up to the worker at the front desk and showed Reneé’s picture to her, “please, I’m looking for my friend, I think she could be in trouble, have you seen her?”

The woman sighed and pulled her glasses down from the top of her head to examine your phone. She squinted her eyes as she took the phone from your hand to look at it closer. Your body trembled anxiously as you waited.

“You know what,” the woman began, “she does look familiar. I think I saw a blonde girl like her go into the restroom here a while ago. She came from the club and there was a young man with her. She didn’t look well.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” You took your phone back and sprinted to the bathroom she pointed to. The bathroom door flew open at the push of your arm and your worst fears were confirmed at what you found in the bathroom.

Reneé was unconscious on the bathroom floor, curled up in one of the stalls.

“No… no no no!” You fell to your knees at her side and grabbed her shoulders and shook her. Reneé didn’t respond. You leaned down and felt that she was breathing, just really slowly.

You shook her again and touched her face. She was cold and clammy. Her makeup had run down her cheeks. There was blood on her pants. You couldn’t think about what might have happened, yet, you just needed to help her.

You knew she’d kill you if you called 911 but you didn’t fucking care so you did. You punched 911 into your phone with shaking hands and then put it on speaker and set it down on the floor.

“Nine one one what is the location of your emergency?”

You didn’t realize that you were sobbing until you spoke to give the operator the address of the hotel.

“Okay hun, I’ve got your location, take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s my friend, she’s unresponsive. I think she might be overdosing or maybe she was roofied, I don’t know what to do! Should I give her Narcan?”

“Yes, do you have Narcan available to you right now?”

“Yes, I do.” You opened your bag and took your Narcan kit out. You thanked your lucky stars that you thought ahead to bring it with you.

“Great yes go ahead and administer the Narcan. Paramedics are on their way to you now. Have you ever administered Narcan before?”

“No, ma’am.”

The 911 operator started talking you through the steps and you ripped open the package and put the tip of the sprayer into one side of Reneé’s nose and depressed it to administer the medication.

You waited for a few seconds, caressing Reneé’s cheek gently and saying her name out loud, waiting with baited breath for her to respond. Suddenly, Reneé inhaled a deep breath and her eyes flew open.

“Oh my god! Nae!”

Reneé looked all around her in a panic and then finally found your eyes. She gripped your arms with white knuckles.

“It’s me, Nae. It’s me… you’re safe, I’ve got you… it’s okay…” you spoke to her through tears.

Reneé didn’t say anything in response, she just stared at you with wide eyes.

The 911 operator spoke from the phone, “is she responsive, now?”

“Yes, yes, she’s awake.” You sobbed.

“Okay the ambulance is almost there, stay put for the paramedics okay? I’ll stay on the line with you. Can you get your friend in the recovery position, do you know that?”

“Yes,” you replied, “Reneé, I need to roll you onto your side, okay?”

Reneé was just terrified and slow to process anything but she let you adjust her onto her side with her arm under her head.

You leaned over her and wrapped your arms around her. You whispered to her, “it’s okay, help is almost here. And I’ve got you… you’re gonna be okay, Reneé… I’ve got you…”

Reneé coughed and started crying as she grasped onto your hand tightly, lacing her fingers with yours, “how… how… did you… know…?”

“I just knew… I knew you needed me…”

“I’m so… sorry…”

“Shhhh… shhh… stop…” your own tears fell onto her shoulder and you rubbed your thumb over hers, “that doesn’t matter…”

“I… I… I fucked up…”

“It’s going to be okay…”

The next hour was a whirlwind. You stayed at Reneé’s side the entire time while the paramedics came and checked on her in the hotel bathroom. Then they got her onto a stretcher and brought her into the ambulance. You held her hand the whole time.

You were there as Reneé got checked into the hospital ER. She was asked a million questions that she struggled to answer, not remembering much of anything from her night. Reneé kept looking over at you with panic in her eyes.

“It’s okay, just do your best,” you whispered.

The ER nurse took her vitals, drew blood, gave her fluids through an IV, and had Reneé provide a urine sample. Then, she left the two of you alone in a sterile exam room to wait.

Reneé’s mind and body were exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes. Her lips were dry. She shivered and trembled in the uncomfortable hospital bed. But she held on tightly to your hand like it was her lifeline.

You squeezed her hand back and smiled softly, “I’m here,” you’d say, “I’ve got you.”

She nodded and tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. You reached out and wiped them away with the thumb of your free hand, “it’s gonna be alright.”

Reneé leaned into your touch and closed her eyes.

“Reneé,” you whispered, “I want to leave the choice up to you, do you want me to call your parents?”

She shook her head, “please, don’t… not yet… I don’t want them to freak out and get on a plane… I’ll tell them… when I’m ready… I promise…”

You nod your head, “okay, Nae. If that’s what you want.”

“Thank you…” she sniffled.

You leaned forward and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

“I wish you weren’t seeing me like this…” she mumbled.

“Don’t even worry about that, Nae.”

She frowned and went quiet for a moment, then whispered, “if you hadn’t found me…”

“Shh… don’t go there…”

“I’ve been such an idiot. I should have listened to you…”

“You’re not an idiot, Reneé.”

“I thought I could make it go away…”

“I don’t understand… make what go away?”

Reneé stared at you for a moment, debating whether or not to say what was on her mind. You squeezed her hand again and gave her a pleading expression.

But before Reneé could speak, there was a knock on the door and it began to open. Reneé closed her mouth, let go of your hand and directed her attention to the door.

A doctor and a police officer came into the room together and shut the door. Reneé’s eyes widened. The doctor sat down on a rolling stool and explained what they knew so far. She had a high blood alcohol level, and an intense cocktail of drugs in her system, which included weed, cocaine and ketamine.

The doctor continued and asked Reneé if she would be willing to undergo a sexual assault examination.

To your shock, Reneé adamantly shook her head.

“No… no, I don’t want to do that,” she said.

“Are you absolutely sure?” The doctor asked.

“I’m sure… I just want this to be over.”

The doctor nodded slowly, “it’s your choice. If you change your mind, just let someone know, but the sooner it’s done, the more likely it is we will find actionable results. For now, though, this officer has some questions for you and then I’ll have a nurse come back in to discuss some rehabilitation options with you, alright?”

Reneé nodded. The doctor stood up and left the room. You met Reneé’s eyes and repeated the doctor’s question, “Nae, are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she snapped.

The officer then pulled out a notebook and began asking Reneé questions about her night. Who she was with, who had the drugs, where did they get them, what she remembered leading up to going to the hotel bathroom…

Reneé maintained that she didn’t remember much of the night. She didn’t know how anyone got the drugs. She didn’t know if she was alone when she went to the bathroom or not. She didn’t know what happened to the guy that she was with.

You sat beside her and listened to the conversation. The more questions she was asked, the more emotional Reneé became. She started to cry and you just caressed her arm until the officer was finally satisfied and left.

Over the next hour, a nurse came in and gave Reneé some brochures for drug rehabilitation programs and then took her vitals one last time before discharging her.

You left the hospital and called an Uber. Reneé gently took your phone from you and added a stop to the ride and then handed your phone back to you.

You looked at what she added, “a CVS? What for?”

“I have to get something.”

“Okay.”

The car pulled up and you got inside. You thought of asking her to finish what she was saying before the doctor interrupted but inside, you rode in silence. The driver parked at the pharmacy and Reneé moved to get out of the car.

“Want me to come with?”

“No, stay here,” she instructed.

You waited in the car while Reneé ran into the pharmacy. She was back no more than five minutes later with a small bag.

The driver continued on and finally dropped you both off at your apartment, which was Reneé’s request. You unlocked your apartment door and she went inside and went straight to your kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

She reached into her bag from the CVS and then looked at you with a serious expression, “I don’t want to talk about this, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything in response.

Reneé pulled a Plan B package out of the pharmacy bag and your heart sunk. She opened it and briefly skimmed the instructions on the packaging and then took the pill and drank the whole glass of water.

“Nae…”

“Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything… I’m just… sorry.”

She sighed, “you didn’t do anything worth apologizing for.”

“I’m sorry that this happened. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.”

“You were there. You did everything you could’ve.” She stared for a long moment at her own hands planted on your kitchen counter, “I’m exhausted…”

“I’ll get you some clothes to wear to bed.”

Reneé nodded her head.

Before going to your bedroom you slowly approached her and held your arms out. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye and then suddenly turned and collapsed into your offer of a hug. She grasped you tightly, squeezing the fabric of your shirt in her fists and she sobbed. The floodgates burst open and the woman bawled into the crook of your neck with unprecedented force.

You must’ve held her like that for twenty minutes. Eventually, you dropped your hands from her back to her thighs and you lifted her up in your arms for her to koala around your front, wrapping her legs around your hips and keeping her face buried against your shoulder.

You carried her carefully down the hall to your bedroom and set her gently down on the edge of your bed.

You went to step away to grab clothes for her to change into but she held onto you, “Wait…”

“Okay, alright… I’m here,” you assured. You sat down beside her on the bed and she leaned against you.

“D-don’t leave,” her voice cracked as she spoke, “I don’t want to be alone tonight…”

“I won’t leave, Nae. I’m right here.”

There was another long period of silence where she just leaned against you and closed her eyes while you rubbed her back. She finally let you get up to grab clothes for her and then she asked for your help to change.

You gently helped her out of her party clothes which bore the evidence of whatever it was that she had gone through and she put on one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of your plaid boxers that you often wore to bed.

After that, you tucked her into bed and she reached for your hand, “please, stay with me.”

You held her hand, “I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Will you hold me?”

You nodded, “of course.”

You crawled into the bed behind her and wrapped yourself around her in a protective embrace. She held your hands tightly in hers and clutched them against her chest. You could tell that she was trying to match the pace of your breathing.

“It’s okay…” you whispered, “I’ve got you…”

You didn’t want to be having the thoughts that you were having. You didn’t want to be thinking about how her hair smelled or how her skin felt or how much you’ve always wanted to cuddle her like this in your bed or how she looked wearing your clothes. It wasn’t right for you to be thinking about those things when she was having the hardest night of her life. You just needed to be a good friend right now.

Reneé shivered and whispered into the darkness, breathing your name gently.

“Yeah?”

“I…” she began.

You waited for her to continue. You held your breath, not knowing, but hoping against all hope that she would finish that sentence.

“I…” she tried again, “... thank you.”

“Oh… yeah, you’re welcome… of course.” You squeezed her hand once more, unsure whether the squeeze was your way of saying it’s okay, I love you or goddammit please just say it or I’ll wait for as long as you need me to. Maybe it was all of the above. Maybe it was just goodnight.

Either way, Reneé returned the squeeze with three pulses and then she fell asleep in your arms.

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