#Renée Rapp my love

[local-witch-of-mn]

So I learned the power of Renée Rapp when I went and saw Mean Girls(2024) and I'm now writing a Sapphic Regina George fanfiction and it being slightly toxic relationship of her being sweetly mean

[bluebipples]

loving women is so funny bc sometimes it's like 'omg she's so pretty do i want her or do i want to BE her' and other times it's like 'i'm going complete feral i need her on levels that are concerning to gay rights'

[sincerestlove]

Coming Home - R.R

my first tumblr fic, ahhh!! i’m so excited to be sharing my work here. i am absolutely in love with reneé rapp <3

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Warnings: Alludes to smut

It was an ungodly hour in the morning when you heard the familiar jingle of keys in the front door. You had fallen asleep some hours before, reruns of The Office playing on the television. Groggily rubbing your eyes, you looked up to see your girlfriend, visibly tired, walking through the door. With a sigh, she shucked her coat on the hangar, kicked off her shoes and made her way towards you.

"Hey, Ne." You sleepily smiled at her, opening your arms for her to walk into.

"Hi, baby." She sighed again, diving head first into the warmth and comfort of your arms. She nuzzled her nose into your neck, slowly breathing in the fading scent of your perfume and shampoo.

You began running your fingers gently through her soft blonde hair, smiling at the way she immediately relaxed into your embrace. "Are you hungry? Have you eaten since you left this morning?" Already knowing the answer, you rolled your eyes when she shook her head no. "Okay beautiful, let's get some food in that tummy."

Coaxing the tired woman to sit up on the couch, you quickly made your way into the kitchen to grab the plate of food you made for her return home. Reneé smiled at you gratefully, her stomach growling on cue. "Thank you, Y/N, you're the best."  The blonde began to dig in, you laughing at the urgency of her movements.

"Slow down, babe. The food isn't going to run off of the plate." You grinned at her, the woman pausing to look at you sheepishly.

"Sorry. I'm hungrier than I thought." You waved teasingly, allowing her to finish her meal in silence, turning your attention to the television.

After a few minutes, Reneé returned her empty plate to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway of the living room on her way back. You looked up at her, brow raised. She leaned against the door frame smirking at you, arms crossed under her chest. Her eyes ran up and down your frame, taking in your appearance.

Just then, you took in what she was wearing, and your mouth went dry. She was clad in your favorite tank top, clinging to her in all the right places - hair tumbled loosely down her toned shoulders, slender fingers running up to push it out of her face.

"See something you like, Y/L/N?" She smirked at you, pushing off the frame and sauntering slowly towards you. Your brain short circuited then, mouth hanging open as the woman offered her hand to you, gesturing her head towards the bedroom. You nodded, sleep immediately forgotten, quickly taking her hand and allowing her to drag you to the bedroom you two shared.

Reneé shut the door behind you and gently pushed you against it all in a smooth motion. Your breath hitched in your throat, hands finding solace on her waist. "Are you too tired, Ne? We don't have to do anything tonight, you know?" You assured the woman, knowing how long and tiring her recording sessions have been recently.

She nuzzled into the space between your neck and shoulder, warm lips finding flushed skin. "Never too tired for you, honey. Get on the bed for me, hm?"

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You weren't sure how much time had passed, but when you came back down from your numerous releases, Reneé was cleaning up between your legs with a warm towel, pressing soft kisses to your tummy. "How are you feeling, love?" She whispered, fingers coming to gently massage your lower back and thighs.

"Good. Yeah, good." You mumbled. Renée laughed, as you felt her cuddle in behind you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulders. She pulled the covers up over the both of you, nuzzling her face into your hair.  "This was supposed to be about you, y'know."

Your girlfriend laughed, rubbing your back soothingly. "You can always return the favor later. Sleep now, love."

i hope you enjoyed! please leave me requests if you have any :)

[simpforfandom231]

I don't forget too well PT1

Slightly obsessed with Reneé Rapp.

warnings: this will be a multi part. ADHD, Fluff.

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The soft glow of the television illuminated the cozy living room, casting a warm ambiance over Renée Rapp and her girlfriend, Y/N. The room was filled with the familiar scent of popcorn, evidence of their movie night ritual. Renée reclined on the couch, her tough exterior momentarily replaced by a relaxed posture as she cradled the remote control in one hand.

Y/N nestled against Renée, finding comfort in the warmth of her girlfriend's presence. Their fingers interlaced, creating a silent connection between them. As scenes of an action-packed movie unfolded on the screen, Renée couldn't help but share her thoughts in her characteristic no-nonsense style.

"Did you see that move? That's how you handle business," Renée remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice as a particularly badass character dispatched a group of enemies on screen.

Y/N chuckled, lifting her head to meet Renée's gaze. "You know, babe, that's just like you. Tough on the outside, but a total softie deep down."

Renée smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Softie, huh? I'll have you know I'm as tough as they come."

Y/N grinned, unconvinced. "Oh please, Renée. I've seen you tear up during those emotional scenes. You're a total marshmallow."

Renée feigned offense, placing a hand over her heart. "Hey now, those scenes are just... emotionally charged. Doesn't mean anything."

As the movie continued, their banter seamlessly blended with the on-screen action. The dialogue between Renée and Y/N was a delightful mix of teasing and affection, creating a dynamic that was both entertaining and heartwarming.

In the midst of the movie, Y/N snuggled even closer to Renée. "But seriously, babe, it's one of the things I love about you. You're like a tough cookie with a gooey center."

Renée couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "Well, you're my princess. Gotta protect that gooey center of yours."

The final credits rolled on the screen, signaling the end of the movie, yet Y/N had no intention of relinquishing her spot on the couch. She remained nestled against Renée, her reluctance to move evident in the way she tightened her grip on Renée's hand.

Renée, ever the multitasker, pulled out a book and began to read. However, her eyes couldn't help but stray from the pages to steal glances at Y/N. There was a subtle yearning in Renée's gaze, a desire for the kind of affection only Y/N could provide.

"You know, princess, I can't focus on this book when you're looking so cute over there," Renée teased, a playful grin on her face.

Y/N chuckled, squeezing Renée's hand. "Maybe I don't want you to focus on the book, Mommy."

Renée raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, is that so? Well, I can't resist my princess's wishes." She set the book aside, giving Y/N her full attention.

As Y/N settled back into Renée's embrace, she decided to change the mood. A soft melody filled the room as Y/N selected a playlist. The gentle strains of a familiar song began to play, and Renée's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Ah, 'Tattoo.' This one's personal for me," Renée remarked, her fingers tracing the invisible ink on her skin that held stories only she could decipher.

Y/N, being an empath due to her ADHD, felt a knot tighten in her chest as the lyrics unfolded. The emotional depth of the song tugged at her heart, and she gazed at Renée, trying to navigate the surge of feelings coursing through her.

Renée, however, saw it differently. For her, "Tattoo" represented a chapter in her life, a story that had been written and resolved. She didn't carry the pain of the past like she did when she first penned the song.

As the song progressed, Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Babe, how do you manage to stay so composed when your own song plays?"

Renée smiled, her eyes holding a mix of nostalgia and contentment. "It's like revisiting an old chapter. It shaped me, but it doesn't define me anymore. I'm in a different place now, with you."

Y/N nodded, still grappling with the emotions stirred by the music. "It's just... I feel everything so intensely. Your pain becomes my pain."

Renée reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "Hey, I appreciate that. But remember, I'm okay now. You don't have to carry that burden. Focus on the present, on us."

Y/N nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to anchor herself in the present moment. The remainder of the song played out, and as the final notes faded away, Y/N snuggled even closer to Renée.

"Thanks, babe," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.

Renée pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Anytime, smooch. Now, let's create some new memories, ones that make the old ones fade away."

As they embraced, the room bathed in the soft glow of the music, they embarked on a journey of their own, weaving a narrative that surpassed any movie or song—a love story uniquely theirs.

The night continued, with Renée and Y/N immersed in the comforting cocoon of their shared space. The glow of the television had faded, leaving only the soft ambience of the room's dim lights. Y/N, still in the midst of their embrace, couldn't shake a persistent restlessness. Her fidgeting was a telltale sign for Renée—Y/N's ADHD was on the verge of spiking.

Renée, ever the attentive partner after four years together, gently caressed Y/N's cheek. "Babe, what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?"

Y/N sighed, her eyes flitting around the room. "I don't know, it's just... I need something, you know? Like, right now."

Renée chuckled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Ah, the ADHD cravings strike again. Anything specific or just a general 'something'?"

Y/N paused, her eyes widening with realization. "Food. Definitely food. I can't stop thinking about it."

Renée smirked, realizing this was going to be a night of spontaneous adventures. "Alright, what are you in the mood for, princess?"

Y/N's face lit up with excitement. "Pizza. Definitely pizza. And maybe some ice cream after. Oh, and those cheesy breadsticks!"

Renée laughed, pulling Y/N up from the couch. "Well, it looks like we're embarking on a midnight food quest. To the kitchen!"

As they navigated the kitchen, Renée couldn't help but tease, "You know, we had plans for a date tomorrow. Could've saved this food adventure for then."

Y/N shot her a mischievous grin. "Well, tomorrow is a different day. Tonight is all about indulgence."

The aroma of pizza filled the air as they eagerly waited for it to bake. Y/N couldn't contain her excitement, bouncing on her toes in anticipation.

"You really know how to keep things interesting, babe," Renée remarked, grabbing a bag of popcorn to snack on while they waited.

Y/N, unable to stay still, replied with a playful smile. "Life's too short for predictability, right?"

Renée chuckled, realizing the truth in Y/N's words. "True. And you, my love, bring an endless supply of surprises."

Finally, the timer beeped, announcing the completion of their late-night feast. Y/N practically skipped to the oven, pulling out the pizza with a triumphant grin.

Renée poured some drinks, raising her glass in a toast. "To spontaneous midnight feasts and to my amazing, unpredictable princess."

They clinked glasses, savoring the warmth of the moment. As they settled back on the couch, devouring slices of pizza and sharing laughs, the room was filled with the joy that came from embracing the unexpected.

Renée leaned in, stealing a quick kiss from Y/N between bites. "Tomorrow, we'll go on that date, I promise."

Y/N nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "Deal. But for tonight, let's revel in the spontaneity of our love."

The night wore on, and the energy in the room shifted. Y/N's ADHD, heightened by the stress of a demanding day at school, reached its peak. Her usually vibrant energy became a torrent of restlessness, and Renée, ever attuned to her girlfriend's moods, sensed the struggle beneath the surface.

Renée set aside her work, concern etching her features. "Hey, princess, everything okay?"

Y/N sighed, her hands fidgeting with anything within reach. "Yeah, yeah, just a bit wound up, you know?"

Renée furrowed her brow, recognizing that there was more beneath the surface. "Babe, you can tell me. I can see it's more than just 'a bit wound up.'"

Y/N hesitated, torn between wanting to shield Renée from her worries and the undeniable need for support. Finally, she opened up, "It's just... school was overwhelming today. Presentations, deadlines, the whole package. I didn't want to bother you while you were in the studio."

Renée cupped Y/N's face gently. "You're never a bother, love. We're in this together. Your stress is my stress."

Y/N managed a small smile, appreciating Renée's understanding. "I know, but I didn't want to add to your load. You're working on your music, and I'm proud of you for that."

Renée kissed Y/N's forehead, her love evident in the gesture. "And I'm proud of you, too. But let's tackle this together. How about we take Winston for a run? A little evening jog to shake off the stress?"

Y/N's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That actually sounds perfect. I need to burn off some of this excess energy."

Renée grinned, grabbing their dog's leash. "Winston's in for a treat. And you, my love, are in for a well-deserved release."

As they stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped them. Winston, their lively canine companion, wagged his tail in excitement. The three of them began their evening run, the rhythmic pounding of their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets.

Renée glanced at Y/N, who was fully immersed in the physical activity, her fidgeting slowly transforming into a more purposeful movement. "Feel the stress melting away, babe?"

Y/N nodded, the wind tousling her hair. "Yeah, it's like I'm leaving it all behind with every step."

Renée couldn't help but admire Y/N's resilience. "You're incredible, you know that? Handling everything with such grace."

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of Renée's praise. "And you, Mommy, are my rock. Always there to steady me."

They continued their run, the moon casting a gentle glow on their path. The rhythmic beats of their steps matched the cadence of their conversation, creating a harmonious symphony of support and understanding.

As they reached the end of their run, Y/N's breathing had steadied, and the tightness in her chest had loosened. Renée, catching her breath, pulled Y/N into a tight embrace.

"Better?" Renée asked, her voice a soft whisper against Y/N's ear.

Y/N nodded, grateful for the healing power of a good run and the unwavering support of her partner. "Much better. Thanks for always being there, babe."

Renée kissed Y/N's forehead, their bond stronger than ever beneath the moonlit sky. "Anytime, smooch. We're a team, remember?"

With Winston by their side, they made their way back home, leaving the stress of the day behind and embracing the calming embrace of the night—a reminder that, together, they could weather any storm.

The night continued its gentle descent, and Renée and Y/N found themselves in the comforting routine of getting ready for bed. Renée, typically not one for meticulous planning, had adopted a routine that involved listing the events of the next day—a routine inspired by Y/N's need to prepare and avoid overstimulation.

"Okay, babes, let's go over the plan for tomorrow," Renée said, grabbing a notepad and pen.

Y/N smiled, appreciating Renée's effort to make their lives more organized. "Sure thing, cutie. Lay it on me."

Renée began listing the events with a serious expression, trying to mimic Y/N's method. "So, we have two interviews for the Mean Girls movie in the morning. Then, you have that presentation at school about economics in the morning as well. After that, I've got a studio session for two hours in the afternoon."

Y/N nodded, mentally preparing for the day ahead. "Got it, snuggles. Sounds like a busy day for both of us."

Renée smirked, still getting used to these pet names but secretly enjoying the endearments. "You know, I never thought I'd be into this whole planning thing, but it does make life a bit easier."

Y/N chuckled, wrapping her arms around Renée. "See, babes, organization isn't that bad. And you're doing it all for me."

Renée pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Anything for you, my love. If it helps you, I'm all in."

Y/N grinned, feeling a surge of gratitude for Renée's willingness to adapt. "You're amazing, you know that? I never thought someone like you would accept someone like me and my chaos."

Renée's eyes softened, and she tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Chaos or not, you're the best thing that happened to me. I want to take care of you, make things a little smoother for you."

Y/N felt her heart swell with affection. "And you do, every day. I'm lucky to have you, babes."

With their bedtime routine complete, Renée turned off the lights, and they snuggled under the blankets. As they drifted off to sleep, the room was filled with a quiet contentment—a reflection of the love and understanding that defined their relationship.

The next day arrived, with its whirlwind of activities. Renée, in between interviews and studio sessions, sent Y/N encouraging messages, making sure she was doing well with her presentation. Y/N, in turn, sent virtual kisses and words of support, grateful for the bond they shared.

As the day unfolded, filled with moments of chaos and calm, Renée and Y/N navigated the challenges together, a team in the truest sense. The interviews, the presentation, the studio session—all were conquered, not as separate tasks but as shared victories.

And as they reunited at the end of the day, exhaustion giving way to the satisfaction of overcoming the day's hurdles, Renée whispered, "We did it, cutie. Teamwork, always."

Y/N smiled, snuggling closer to Renée. "Always, snuggles. I couldn't have asked for a better partner in this crazy journey."

[xtra7s]

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Renee Rapp x fem!reader

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N are out with some friends.

Content: TW: ed, talks about ed, depressing shit srry

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: srry my shits just depressing af, basically coping w my own shit by writing ab it so i apologize, love u stay safe.

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The warm glow of the restaurant's ambient lighting enveloped Renée and Y/N as they sat among friends, the clinking of cutlery and murmur of conversation creating a cozy atmosphere. Renée couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, her heart heavy with concern. Lately, she had noticed subtle changes in Y/N's behavior—skipping meals, excessive exercise, and a growing distance between them.

As their meals arrived at the table, Renée watched as Y/N's gaze flickered over the food, her fingers picking at the skin on her nails. When their food was served, Renée couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"Y/N, aren't you going to eat?" one of their friends asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the table. Renee mentally cringed, watching Y/N's expressions carefully.

Y/N flashed a bright smile, a touch too bright to be genuine. "Oh, I'm not very hungry tonight," she replied, her voice light and airy.

Renée's heart clenched at the words, a surge of worry coursing through her veins. She knew Y/N's struggles with eating all too well, having witnessed the toll it took on her partner in the past. But she had hoped Y/N would've felt comfortable enough to tell her about the struggle, leaving Renee to feel helpless in the situation.

As the meal progressed, Renée couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides. With each passing moment, Y/N's plate remained largely untouched, her laughter masking the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.

Gathering her courage, Renée reached out to gently squeeze Y/N's hand beneath the table, her touch a silent reassurance. "Are you feeling alright, my love?" she whispered, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N's smile faltered for the briefest of moments, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features before she quickly masked it with a bright grin. "I'm fine, Ren," she replied, her tone strained.

But Renée knew better than to accept Y/N's words at face value. With a soft gaze, she met Y/N's eyes, silently conveying her unwavering support. "You don't have to pretend with me, Y/N," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk about this later?"

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at the sincerity in Renée's words, her defenses crumbling in the face of such unconditional love from Renee as she nodded.

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The soft glow of the living room cast a tranquil ambiance as Renée stepped into their home, the weight of the evening's events still heavy on her mind. With a sigh, she shrugged off her coat, hanging it by the door before turning to find Y/N sitting on the couch, lost in a distant reverie.

Renée's heart clenched at the sight of Y/N, her partner's distant gaze stirring a familiar ache within her chest. Crossing the room, she settled onto the couch beside Y/N, their hands brushing lightly as she reached out to gently squeeze Y/N's fingers.

"Hey, love," Renée murmured, her voice soft with tenderness as she searched Y/N's eyes for any sign of recognition.

Y/N blinked slowly, as if emerging from a fog, before focusing on Renée with a faint glimmer of recognition. "Hey, Ren," she replied, her voice distant and detached.

Renée's heart ached at the distant tone in Y/N's voice, the distance between them a chasm she longed to bridge. Taking a deep breath, she leaned closer, her gaze unwavering as she searched Y/N's eyes.

"We need to talk about this, Y/N," Renée began, her voice gentle yet firm. "I've noticed… I've noticed that things haven't been quite right lately."

Y/N's gaze flickered away, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. "I don't know what you mean," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Renée reached out, sighing softly as she gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands, her touch a tender anchor amidst the storm. "I'm talking about your eating disorder, Y/N," she said softly, her voice laced with concern. "I've seen the signs, the way you've been avoiding meals and pushing yourself too hard with running."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at Renée's words, the walls she had built around her heart crumbling in the face of such raw honesty. "I… I don't know how to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

Renée's heart shattered at the admission, her own tears glistening in the dim light of the room. With a gentle touch, she brushed away Y/N's tears, her fingers tracing delicate patterns against her cheek.

"You don't have to do this alone, Y/N," Renée murmured, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "I'm here for you, every step of the way. We'll get through this together."

As Renée held her close, Y/N felt a torrent of emotions threatening to engulf her. With a shaky breath, she leaned into Renée's embrace, seeking refuge in the warmth of her love.

"It's… it's like I'm trapped in my own mind, Ren," Y/N confessed, her voice barely a whisper against Renée's chest. "I try and try, but no matter what I end up in the same loop."

Renée's heart ached at the raw honesty in Y/N's words, her arms tightening around her in a silent gesture of support. "I can't look at other women without feeling like I'm not allowed to even think about eating," Y/N continued, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "It's like… like there's this voice in my head, telling me that I'll never be enough, but I know it's just me, and I can't fix it."

Renée's chest tightened with anguish at the depth of Y/N's pain, a surge of determination fueling her every word. "You are more than enough, Y/N," she whispered fiercely, her voice filled with conviction. "Why do you think I'm here, Y/N? I love you, all of you, you're more than enough for me."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she buried her face against Renée's chest, her body shaking with the weight of her emotions. "I'm so tired, Ren," she confessed, her voice muffled against the fabric of Renée's shirt.

Renée held Y/N close, her touch a tender caress against the turmoil that raged within her. "I know, sweetheart," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing balm against the storm. "But you don't have to face this alone, we can get through this again, Y/N. We've done it before."

As they sat together in the quiet of their home, their hearts intertwined in a bond forged from love and understanding, Renée vowed to stand by Y/N's side, unwavering in her support. For in the depths of their love, they found solace amidst the storm, their shared journey a testament to the power of resilience and unwavering devotion.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Heyyyy…

hey im still figuring out what i wanna be called but for now u can call me Jamie if u want I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he or whatever idegafatp]

some typa aroace spectrum probs grayace & demiromantic also omniromantic - in general I have nothing figured out

so a simp w like a slight preference for men ig but kinda ace most of the time but sometimes very not

neurospicy bitch

writing request status: OPEN FOR MICROFICS RN

I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc] for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]

if u don’t like smth, just ignore it, if u send me hate I’ll reply w shitty jokes probs

my dream job is to be an actor [screen actor specifically]

Media I like:

Fav TV stuff: Challengers, Gravity Falls, Cruella, 10 things I hate about you, into the spiderverse

Fav author is @neil-gaiman also that man is my idol so I’ll probs reblog him a shit ton [do u think he’ll like…mind that I tagged him? Sorry if this bothered u Neil!!!] Music [uhhh changes all the time tbh but for rn]: The Neighbourhood, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray [Kid Krow phase rn], Chappell Roan, Renée Rapp, Green day, Ricky Montgomery, NOAHFINNCE, MARINA and Hozier

Spider-Man. Fucking love Spider-Man.

One thing to note about me tho: obvi I love recommendations but I find starting literally any new forms of media really fucking daunting for no reason [this is everything: songs, movies, books etc]

e.g. I fucking love spider verse but I still haven’t watched movie 2, same w latest season of young royals, same with even like ONE song alone I find it rlly hard and really scary

so if u give me recommendations and I don’t get back to u about them for ages it’s not bc I forgot or i was ignoring u but bc I find it scary so pls be patient :)

also same w please don’t like assume I’m knowledgeable about like any of the music artists I named earlier bc tbh I don’t rlly listen to artists I listen to songs [im still a fan of a lot of music artists ofc but the artists I listen to ≠ the artists I’m a fan of]

HI! welcome to my crazy blog, I love making friends im not at all scary I promise :D

Btw my inbox is ALWAYS open for spam, ship ramblings [even if it’s not smth I ship], info dropping about ur hyperfixations, venting, questions etc. [the only thing is no illegal ships bc it will be ignored] also sorry pre warning im shit with the inbox chains [‘send this to ten people who…’] so often I won’t answer those sorry, anything else I will make sure to answer but the chains I sometimes just forget about sorryyy

Barty Crouch Jr & James Potter kinnie

got a FAT crush on Evan Rosier [he’s the loml he just doesn’t know it yet] and also a crush on Dorcas Meadowes

I write sometimes:

I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience [words: 4548] [this is my fav thing I’ve ever written lol]

we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. [Words: 6162]

Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]

also I’m in a marauders RP as Barty and u shld follow it bc we’re all super cool and funny and amazing and awesome and yeah @bartythebabygorljr

tags you’ll see on my page:

me and my old black biro > writing tag

Im in love with that Rosier boy > [this is a new one] me having a massive crush on Evan Rosier

the most boring soap opera > my life tag

I have an online diary called @miseryoforpheus if ur fascinated by my charming and irresistible personality

[The song at the bottom of my intro post changes all the time depending on how I’m feeling]

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[thefootnotes]

hello, darlings✮ welcome back to trench. here's my current quarterly playlist. fic requests are open right now - for ships listed below. dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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✮ you can call me ellis, ells or el. close mutuals can call me elmo. ask about other nicknames, but nine times in ten i'll adore you forever if you nickname me.

basic info ✮ he/him, trans, pansexual, ambiverted infp-t, type six, sagittarius, australian, dog person, romance reader, writing is everything to me, winter>>, glasses wearer, headphones on twenty-four/seven, cd collector, spotify premium user, aspiring author, regular oversharer, real-person-shipper and rpf author, ginger cat, ao3 addict, anti-monarchist, socialist, lacrosse player, pwhl enthusiast, seattle seahawks supporter, theatre nerd, night owl, revolutionary, linammon roll, moderator of the be my valentine challenge, high schooler, green is the best colour talk to the hand, i like weird science podcasts and emergency-drama shows, tote bag owner (to a mildly concerning degree), im an eyeliner kind of guy, i don't keep my mouth shut for anybody. free palestine!!

music ✮ one direction, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, twenty one pilots, maddie zahm, caity baser, dylan gossett, sabrina carpenter, alexander black, megan moroney, xana, kelsea ballerini, noah kahan, ed sheeran, billie eilish, five seconds of summer, cavetown, maisie peters, finneas, taylor swift, queen, hozier, girl in red, luke combs, phoebe bridgers, gracie abrams, miley cyrus, adele, sixpence none the richer, morgan wallen, birdy, renée rapp, the beatles, abba, robbie williams, ashe, blackbear, dyl dion, chappell roan, luke combs

books ✮ little women, red white and royal blue, osemanverse, jane doe and the cradle of all worlds, nevermoor, boyfriend material and husband material, afterlove, the meaning of birds, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, i kissed shara wheeler, the fault in our stars, they both die at the end, song of achilles, girl in pieces, you'd be home now, a semi-definitive list of worst nightmares

musicals ✮ come from away, hamilton, in the heights, high school musical, hsmtmts, dear evan hansen, tick tick boom, wicked, disney musicals<3, the greatest showman, the addams family musical, matilda, tina: the tina turner musical, mary poppins + returns, six, miss saigon, rocky horror, west side story, funny girl, chicago. moulin rouge

movies & tv ✮ little women (2019), barbie (2023), dunkirk, don't worry darling, my policeman, julie and the phantoms, rwrb, heartstopper, 9-1-1 (and lone star), doctor who, clouds, love simon and love victor

my characters ✮ amy march, nina rosario, henry fox-stuart, nick nelson, christopher eccleston's doctor, achilles, ezra squall, regulus black, augustus waters, john laurens, evan buckley, carlos reyes, allen from barbie.

my ships ✮ larry stylinson, firstprince, tarlos, buddie, nick&charlie, wolfstar, jegulus, amy&laurie, morrigan&cadence, hamburr, laurette, hobama<3, eddie diaz with literally anyone

goals and dreams ✮ i want to study abroad, publish my writing, adopt or foster kids, travel to every continent someday, volunteer with lgbt+ homeless/support shelters/charities, attend 5/5 1d boys' concerts, learn at least two languages

my sideblogs ✮ my poetry blog: @thelostboyschapter 1d lyric keywords: @onedirectionandblank

[jackietaylorssidehoe]

★Into intro★

She/they bi Australian/nz

I love women but I tolerate the odd man once and a while.

Shows/movies I'm into rn: yellowjackets, mean girls, hunger Games, atla, tslocg

Music taste (not all): Chappell Roan, mitski, renée rapp, Billie Eillish, MCR, the neighbourhood, pheobe bridgers/boygenius, Radiohead, the smiths, laufey

Musical instruments I play: the drums, piano

My favourite colour changes between green, pink and blue all the time.

Shows/movies I'll get obsessed with all over again for like a week: glee, euphoria, tlou, Riverdale, shameless, pll

Im big poetry fan and my notes are full of them.

I collect tabs off cans bc I can and have been for a while now.

[miseryoforpheus]

intro post <3

Hey there!

Im Jamie and my pronouns are They/She/he

Im a neurospicy minor (but I will swear and also am fine being moots with/talking to adults as long as no one is a creep to me it’s all good)

Uhhh welcome to my online diary :|

Happy to make friends if u want - feel free to DM me

online diary blog w lots of Neil Gaiman reblogs bc he’s my idol

Fun facts about me:

Umm ok (trying to think of fun facts now)

Im Italian but grew up in England, would love some more Italian moots <3

my favourite authors are Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (but it’s been like that since before I read good omens lmao) also Rick Riordan and Alice Oseman

certified gravity falls child

if u couldn’t tell by the URL I’m obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology

nostalgic for a time I wasn’t even alive - late 80s and early 90s mainly but also like 70s

nostalgic for a time I WAS alive (barely but it still counts bc I do remember it) - the late 2000s

I did a quiz to see what Beatles band member I’d be and got Paul Mcartney

damn u rlly don’t realise how boring u r till u try and do an about me huh

Music I like:

Hozier, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, Harry Styles, YUNGBLUD, Beatles, Elton John, Queen, Renée Rapp, TV girl, bears in trees, Ricky Montgomery, NOAHFINNCE, MARINA, Fleetwood Mac

getting into:

Nirvana [used to love them a few years ago but then a mean girl made fun of me for it so I stopped listening to them but I’m starting again]

Dominic Fike Paramore

mother mother

MCR

the neighbourhood

The tags I will use:

Jamie answers asks - u guessed it this is for answering any asks

the most boring soap opera - my life stuff because my life is the most boring soap opera

MOTD - mood of the day which is just a lil thing I do

for the record:

I stand with Palestine 🇵🇸

please click here every day:

also free Ukraine 🇺🇦

aro and ace people are LGBTQ+ and this is an aro and ace and aroace safe blog

in general this is a COMPLETELY safe space

if u want anyone to talk to btw I’m always here to chat, can’t guarantee i’ll be able to help but I am always willing to listen literally any time we don’t even have to be moots or anything just DM me ok? Ily all take care of yourselves ok loves? <3

Also one last thing just for ppl that know me, I have no problem with u following this blog or anything but be warned that I’m not gonna filter my opinion at all on here bc I need a place to be myself and if u don’t want to see that i understand and idm just pls don’t take it as a personal attack or anything if u ever think something I post relates to you, I promise it’s not I just need to vent <3

My MOTD ratings:

0-2 > feeling really really really shitty

3-4 > shitty like I have too much sadness and anger and everything inside me and it feels horrible and yeah yk [reckless behaviour is strong here for me + pretty strong intrusive thoughts]

5 > normal. Numb. Yucky. Normal level of intrusive thoughts [for me at least, everyone is different]

6-7 > smol happy, probably was a bad day that got better

7-8 > :D

9-10 > fucking ecstatic

[cowboylikeco]

hi gaylors!! it's @cowboylikeco from gaylor twt. 💘🌼🌈

my name is co, i use she/they pronouns, & i'm 25.

please reblog to help me find my twitter mutuals (& any new gaylor friends!) since twitter is rapidly declining 🫠

i haven't been on tumblr since like 2014 so idk what this blog is gonna look like but it's safe to say it will mostly be about gaylorism, plus some content about these hot women who rule my life:

taylor (obviously), olivia rodrigo, renée rapp, fletcher, kelsea ballerini, lizzy mcalpine, sabrina carpenter, chappell roan, ariana grande, miley cyrus, lady gaga, beyoncé, etc.

my favorite taylor song: maroon

my favorite taylor album: fearless (taylor’s version)

kk i think that's all for now!! love u stay gay xoxo

[marvelmaniac715]

I’ve just finished seeing Mean Girls and here are my three notes:

Try to see a movie with no Good Omens people challenge, level IMPOSSIBLE (I was not expecting Jon Hamm to be there)

I am desperately in love with Renée Rapp

LINDSAY LOHAN!

[liongrl321]

The Broadway version of Mean Girls is my favourite

ok

its just so beautiful

like, i love the 2004 movie and the 2024 movie but the stage musical (especially the original cast/the original cast + renée rapp) just hits that little bit harder for me

so yea

i said what i said

have a good day :)

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Today’s song(s)

🎶It’s not my fault! That Renée Rapp is really, really hot 🙃

It’s not my fault! That she is too pretty for her own good

It’s not my fault! That I woke up this morning with song #1 on loop in my head-

It’s not my fault! That my music taste is fucking chaotic🎶

…

🎶I would never fall in love again until I found her 👁️👄👁️🎶

[simpforfandom231]

i don't forget too well PT4

The night unfolded with a quiet cadence, the hospital room cocooned in a delicate stillness that only the occasional murmur of medical equipment dared to disturb. Renée, despite the hospital setting, found solace in the shared intimacy she and Y/N had woven into the fabric of their temporary sanctuary.

As Renée settled into the makeshift bed, the rhythmic rise and fall of Y/N's chest became a reassuring lullaby—a tangible reminder of the resilience they both possessed. The Marvel shirt, the familiar hoodie, and the soft boxers created a cocoon of familiarity, a testament to the strength found in the simplest of gestures.

In the quiet of the night, Renée's mind wandered through the corridors of their shared journey—the highs and lows, the laughter and tears, and the unwavering love that had become the bedrock of their connection. She gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face, her touch a tender caress.

"You're my superhero, you know that?" Renée whispered, her words a declaration of unwavering belief. "We'll navigate through this together, and on the other side, there's a world waiting for us—a world filled with love, understanding, and the resilience we share."

The night wore on, marked by the hushed conversations that unfolded in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Renée, with a vigilant gaze, watched over Y/N, her heart a mix of tenderness and determination. The hospital room, once an unfamiliar landscape, now bore the imprints of their shared history—a canvas painted with the hues of love, hope, and a fierce commitment to weathering storms together.

As dawn approached, the room began to bathe in the soft light of the morning. The nurse, making her rounds, acknowledged Renée's steadfast presence with a warm smile. "You're doing a wonderful job, Ms. Rapp. Y/N is lucky to have you by her side."

Renée nodded, gratitude filling her tired eyes. The nurse continued her checks, ensuring Y/N's physical well-being, and then left them once again in the quiet embrace of the room.

With a gentle sigh, Renée stretched her limbs, feeling the remnants of the night's vigil. She leaned over, placing a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Morning, cutie. Let's face the day together, okay?"

The routine of the hospital resumed—nurses passing through, the distant sounds of medical activity, and the ever-present hum of life within its walls. Renée, clad in the comfort of the makeshift bed, prepared to meet whatever challenges the day held.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the hospital room. Renée, having just completed her morning routine in the bathroom, couldn't shake the melody of her song "Bruises" that lingered in her mind. Humming softly to herself, she felt a mix of emotions, her heart still heavy with concern for Y/N.

As she emerged from the bathroom, the room seemed to hold its breath. The silence was broken by a whisper so faint that it could have been a figment of Renée's imagination. "Come back, I miss you next to me."

Renée's heart skipped a beat. A flicker of hope danced in her eyes as she turned toward the source of the sound. Y/N, still nestled in the hospital bed, had uttered those words—a glimpse of connection breaking through the walls of dissociation.

A surge of emotions swept over Renée. "Y/N?" she called out, her voice a delicate mixture of excitement and concern. "Did you just say that?"

The response was a faint nod from Y/N, her eyes reflecting a hint of recognition and a longing for connection. Renée felt a rush of emotions—relief, joy, and a renewed sense of determination.

Without hesitation, Renée pressed the call button, summoning the nurse. The anticipation hung in the air as they waited for the medical professional to arrive. The nurse, recognizing Renée's urgency, entered the room with a promptness that mirrored the gravity of the moment.

"Something's happening. Y/N spoke," Renée explained, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and worry.

The nurse approached Y/N's bedside, conducting a series of checks to assess the change in her condition. Y/N, still caught in the delicate transition from detachment to presence, gazed at Renée with a vulnerability that tugged at Renée's heart.

"She's showing signs of improvement," the nurse noted, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. "Sometimes, small breakthroughs like this can pave the way for more substantial progress."

Renée, unable to contain her emotions, reached for Y/N's hand. "You're coming back to me, aren't you, babe?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of tenderness and elation.

The nurse continued her assessments, making notes and adjusting the care plan accordingly. "It's a positive sign. We'll monitor her closely and make any necessary adjustments," the nurse assured Renée.

As the nurse left the room, Renée turned her attention back to Y/N. "I'm right here, princess. You're not alone. We'll face whatever comes together, okay?" she whispered, her words a promise etched in the quietude of the hospital room.

The morning unfolded with a renewed sense of hope. Renée, now by Y/N's side, engaged in gentle conversations, sharing stories, and playing Y/N's favorite songs. The hospital room, once a silent witness to the complexities of mental health, now echoed with the subtle rhythm of connection and progress.

As the day progressed, Renée remained vigilant, recognizing that the journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but also with moments of triumph. The melody of "Bruises" lingered in the air, a reminder that resilience could blossom even in the most unexpected moments.

In the quiet moments between conversations and shared glances, Renée and Y/N began to rebuild the bridge that had momentarily wavered. The hospital room, with its sterile walls, became a canvas for a narrative of healing—a narrative that unfolded with each heartbeat, each whispered affirmation, and each step forward on the intricate journey toward well-being.

As the day progressed and Y/N showed signs of emerging from her dissociated state, a subtle restlessness began to manifest. The pain in her wrists, a physical reminder of the struggles she faced, triggered an instinctual response—a desire to remove the bandages that concealed the wounds beneath.

Renée, ever-vigilant by Y/N's side, noticed the subtle movements and the pained expression that crossed Y/N's face. She gently reached for Y/N's hands, offering a comforting touch. "Hey, sweetheart, what's going on? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Y/N, still caught in the delicate balance between dissociation and presence, gazed at Renée with eyes that held fragments of recognition. However, the pain in her wrists seemed to override the connection, and a silent determination to relieve the discomfort took hold.

"I know it hurts, babe," Renée murmured, her voice a soothing melody. "But we need to keep those bandages on for now. The nurse said it's important for your healing."

A flicker of frustration crossed Y/N's eyes, an unspoken plea for relief from the internal turmoil. Renée, recognizing the need for empathy and understanding, continued to speak in a gentle tone.

"It's okay to feel this way, love. Your body is healing, and it's natural to want some relief. But we're in this together, and we'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible," Renée assured, her words carrying a depth of commitment that transcended the challenges they faced.

The nurse, alerted by the call button, entered the room once again. Renée, with a concerned expression, explained the situation. The nurse approached Y/N with a calm demeanor, acknowledging the delicate nature of the moment.

"Hey there, Y/N. I know it can be tough, but the bandages are essential for your healing process. We'll do everything we can to make you comfortable," the nurse reassured, her experienced hands gently assessing Y/N's wrists.

Renée, standing by Y/N's side, maintained a reassuring presence. "We're here for you, babe. If there's anything we can do to ease the discomfort, just let us know."

The nurse, after ensuring the bandages were secure and providing a mild pain relief option, left the room with a nod of assurance. Renée, still holding Y/N's hand, spoke softly, "I know it's tough, princess. But you're strong, and we'll get through this together."

As the day unfolded, Renée continued to engage Y/N in soothing conversations, recounting shared memories and playing calming music. The hospital room, though clinical in its surroundings, became a haven where the complexities of mental health met the unwavering support of love.

The arrival of the psychiatrist marked a pivotal moment in Y/N's journey toward healing. Renée, recognizing the significance of this session, welcomed the mental health professional into the room with a blend of hope and anticipation.

"Hello, Ms. Rapp. I'm Dr. Bennett," the psychiatrist greeted, extending a hand to Renée. "How has Y/N been since our last check-in?"

Renée, seated by Y/N's bedside, shared the developments and the subtle improvements Y/N had shown throughout the day. Dr. Bennett nodded in acknowledgment, her demeanor exuding a calm assurance. "Let's begin, shall we?"

As the session unfolded, Renée observed the exchange between Dr. Bennett and Y/N with a mix of apprehension and optimism. The psychiatrist, skilled in navigating the complexities of mental health, started with general inquiries about Y/N's well-being and emotions.

Y/N, still in a detached state but showing glimpses of responsiveness, answered the initial questions with subdued nods and monosyllabic responses. The room, despite its sterile hospital setting, transformed into a space where vulnerability met professional guidance.

However, as the conversation delved into the topic of Y/N's ADHD, a palpable shift occurred. Y/N, who had started to exhibit a bit more presence, retreated once again into a silent vessel—a manifestation of the dissociative state that had become a coping mechanism.

Renée, watching the transformation in Y/N, felt a pang of empathy. Dr. Bennett, recognizing the shift, adjusted her approach with a compassionate understanding. "Y/N, can you tell me how you feel about your ADHD? It's important for us to understand your perspective."

The question, seemingly innocuous, triggered a profound response. Y/N's eyes, once showing glimmers of recognition, now became vacant. It was as if the mention of ADHD had opened a floodgate of emotions too overwhelming to confront.

Renée, sitting by Y/N's side, gently reached for her hand, offering a silent reassurance. Dr. Bennett, attuned to the nuances of emotional states, continued to navigate the conversation with a delicate touch.

"It's okay, Y/N. We can take this at your pace. If there's anything you'd like to share or discuss, I'm here to listen," Dr. Bennett spoke with a measured calmness, creating a space for Y/N to express herself in a way that felt safe.

Despite the efforts, Y/N remained enveloped in silence—a silent vessel adrift in the sea of unresolved emotions. Renée, with a furrowed brow and a heart heavy with concern, spoke softly to Y/N. "Princess, take your time. We're here for you."

The session, though challenging, laid the foundation for the ongoing therapeutic journey. Dr. Bennett, aware of the intricacies of Y/N's emotional landscape, concluded the session with a compassionate reassurance.

"We'll continue to explore these feelings at a pace that feels comfortable for Y/N. It's a process, and healing takes time," Dr. Bennett explained to Renée, her words carrying a sense of hope and understanding.

As the psychiatrist left the room, Renée remained by Y/N's side, recognizing that the journey toward healing would be marked by both triumphs and challenges.

Feeling a gentle tug of exhaustion, Renée decided to step into the hallway, leaving Y/N in the care of the hospital room. The sterile, well-lit corridor stretched before her, with the distant hum of activity echoing in the air. Renée walked toward the hospital's small café, hoping a cup of coffee might offer a momentary respite.

As Renée stood in line, waiting for her turn, her mind oscillated between the complexities of the day and the hope that each small improvement brought. The scent of brewing coffee enveloped her, providing a brief sensory escape from the hospital's clinical atmosphere.

Returning to the room with two steaming cups in hand, Renée felt a renewed sense of determination. However, upon reentering, the sight that greeted her pierced through the fragile veneer of hope she had held onto.

Y/N, in her still-detached state, had managed to remove the bandages from her wrists. The sterile white sheets were stained with evidence of the internal turmoil Y/N grappled with. Renée's heart sank at the sight, a mix of worry and sadness washing over her.

"Y/N, no," Renée whispered, her voice laden with concern. She placed the coffee cups on the nearby table and hurried to Y/N's side. Gently taking Y/N's hands, she noticed the exposed wounds—a stark reminder of the pain that lingered beneath the surface.

Y/N, lost in the dissociative state, gazed at Renée with eyes that held fragments of emotion. The room, once a haven of potential healing, now felt like a battleground where the internal struggles manifested in tangible form.

Renée, fighting back tears, spoke softly to Y/N. "Princess, we need to take care of these. Let me call the nurse."

With a sense of urgency, Renée pressed the call button, summoning the nurse back to the room. The nurse, upon entering, assessed the situation with a calm demeanor.

"We'll need to rebandage these and make sure they're properly treated. Y/N, can you tell me what led to this?" the nurse inquired, her tone a delicate balance of professionalism and empathy.

Y/N, still caught in the silent vessel of dissociation, remained unresponsive. Renée, feeling a profound mix of emotions, shared the events leading up to the discovery.

"I just went for a quick break to get some coffee, and when I returned, this had happened," Renée explained, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

The nurse, with a nod, began the process of rebandaging Y/N's wrists. Renée, standing by Y/N's side, felt a surge of protectiveness. The hospital room, now marked by the echoes of distress, stood as a backdrop for the intricate dance between mental health struggles and the unwavering support that sought to mend the wounds, both visible and hidden.

As the nurse finished the task, she offered Renée a reassuring smile. "Keep an eye on these, and if there's any change, let us know immediately. We're here to support both of you."

Renée, nodding in gratitude, watched as the nurse left the room. She turned her attention back to Y/N, who remained ensconced in the silent realm of dissociation.

"We'll get through this, princess.

As Renée sat by Y/N's side, grappling with the emotional weight of the recent events, she felt a deep longing for the presence of someone who understood both her and Y/N on a profound level. Ayla, a close friend who had been a pillar of support for Renée, seemed like the beacon of solace she needed in that moment.

With a sense of urgency, Renée reached for her phone and dialed Ayla's number. The phone rang a few times before Ayla's voice greeted her on the other end.

"Hey, Renée! What's up?" Ayla's voice, typically filled with energy, now carried a tone of concern as she sensed something was amiss.

Renée, her voice steady but laced with emotion, explained the recent developments with Y/N and the struggles they were facing. Ayla, always attuned to Renée's moods, immediately offered her support.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there as soon as I can," Ayla assured, her unwavering commitment evident in her voice.

Within a short time, Ayla arrived at the hospital, her presence a comforting balm in the midst of the turmoil. Renée, still seated by Y/N's side, looked up as Ayla entered the room. The exchange of glances between Renée and Ayla spoke volumes—a shared understanding of the complexities that life had thrown their way.

"Renée, how are you holding up?" Ayla asked, concern etched on her face.

Renée managed a faint smile, appreciating Ayla's ability to offer comfort without the need for elaborate words. "It's been a tough day. I'm just worried about Y/N, you know?"

Ayla nodded empathetically, her gaze shifting toward Y/N, who remained in the detached state—a silent figure lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts.

"We'll get through this together," Ayla reassured, pulling up a chair to sit beside Renée. "How can I help?"

Renée, grateful for Ayla's presence, took a moment to collect her thoughts. "I just need someone here who understands, someone who knows both of us. I can't bear to see Y/N like this."

Ayla reached over, offering a comforting hand on Renée's shoulder. "We've faced tough times before, and we'll face this one too. You're not alone in this, Renée."

As the trio navigated the silent contours of the hospital room, Ayla engaged Y/N in a gentle conversation, speaking words of familiarity and warmth. Ayla's presence seemed to have a subtle effect on Y/N, as if the echoes of a trusted friend had the power to reach through the walls of dissociation.

"You know, Y/N, we were just reminiscing about that road trip we took last summer. The way you laughed when Renée got lost—it was priceless," Ayla shared, her voice carrying a blend of nostalgia and hope.

Renée, watching the interaction between Ayla and Y/N, felt a glimmer of gratitude. Ayla had an innate ability to bring a sense of normalcy to challenging situations—a quality that proved invaluable in the midst of mental health struggles.

As the day progressed, Ayla became an anchor in the storm—providing comfort, sharing stories, and offering a gentle reminder that the bonds of friendship could weather even the most tempestuous seas.

As the evening wore on, Ayla sensed the need for a brief respite and offered to fetch more coffee for Renée. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Take your time and look after yourselves," Ayla said, offering a reassuring smile before stepping out of the hospital room.

Left alone with Y/N, Renée settled into the chair, her gaze alternating between the sterile surroundings and Y/N, who remained in a state of detached contemplation. The room, illuminated by the soft glow of overhead lights, seemed to hold its breath, as if awaiting a shift in the delicate balance of emotions.

Minutes passed in a quiet dance of anticipation, the hum of hospital machinery providing a subtle backdrop. Suddenly, in a moment that seemed to suspend time, Y/N spoke—softly, hesitantly, but with a profound vulnerability that transcended the detached state.

"Renée," Y/N murmured, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. Renée, immediately attuned to the subtle shift, turned her attention toward Y/N.

"Yeah, princess?" Renée responded gently, her heart quickening with a mix of hope and concern.

"I... I need you," Y/N whispered, her eyes meeting Renée's with a depth of longing that spoke volumes.

Renée, sensing the significance of Y/N's words, approached the bed with a tenderness that only deepened their connection. Sitting down beside Y/N, Renée reached for Y/N's hand, their fingers intertwining in a silent pact of solidarity.

"What do you need, love?" Renée asked, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, as if choosing the right words amidst the labyrinth of emotions within. "I need you to... to come lay in bed with me. I just... I need you close."

Renée, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and empathy, nodded understandingly. "Of course, princess. I'm right here."

With a careful motion, Renée joined Y/N on the hospital bed, the sterile sheets offering a backdrop to the intimacy of their shared space. Y/N, enveloped in the warmth of Renée's presence, shifted closer, seeking solace in the embrace they had cultivated over years of shared experiences.

The quietude of the room became a canvas for unspoken conversations—the language of touch, the cadence of breath, the comfort found in the simple act of being together. Renée, mindful of Y/N's fragile state, held her close, offering the reassurance that transcended words.

As they lay there, the hospital room transformed into a sanctuary—a cocoon where the complexities of mental health and the resilient spirit of love converged. The hum of distant footsteps in the corridor, the soft glow of monitors, and the rhythmic cadence of their shared breaths painted a tableau of vulnerability and strength.

In the cocoon of their shared space, Renée whispered words of comfort, affirming the unwavering bond they shared. Y/N, in turn, found solace in the familiar contours of Renée's presence—the one constant in the ebb and flow of emotions that characterized their journey.

As Ayla returned with the promised coffee, she paused in the doorway, witnessing the poignant scene unfolding before her. The trio—Renée, Y/N, and the quiet sanctuary they had created in the midst of adversity—reminded her of the enduring power of love in the face of life's intricate challenges.

As Renée and Y/N found solace in their shared embrace, Ayla quietly entered the room, setting the coffee aside. The tender tableau of love and vulnerability spoke volumes, and Ayla, sensing the sacredness of the moment, hesitated before deciding to bid them farewell.

"Hey, I can see you both need some private time. I'm heading home for the night, but you know where to find me if you need anything, right?" Ayla said, her eyes reflecting a mixture of compassion and understanding.

Renée, holding Y/N close, nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Ayla. Your support means the world to us. We'll reach out if we need anything."

Ayla approached the bedside, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Take care, Y/N. Get some rest, both of you. And Renée, don't hesitate to call if anything comes up. I mean it."

Renée smiled, grateful for the unwavering support of her friend. "I will, Ayla. Thanks for being here."

With a final glance at the peaceful scene in the room, Ayla left, allowing the door to close softly behind her. The hum of the hospital continued outside, a distant symphony that underscored the intimate moments within the room.

As Ayla left, Renée turned her attention back to Y/N, who, in the gentle cocoon of their embrace, had drifted into a much-needed sleep. It was the first time Y/N had found respite from the detached state that had gripped her throughout the day.

Renée, a tender smile playing on her lips, whispered words of love and reassurance to the slumbering Y/N. The hospital room, now bathed in the soft glow of night, became a haven where healing unfolded in the embrace of dreams.

The rhythmic beeping of monitors and the distant echoes of hospital activity served as a backdrop to the serenity within. Renée, mindful of the fragility of the moment, gently adjusted the blanket around Y/N, ensuring comfort in every detail.

As Renée settled back into the chair, her gaze lingered on Y/N's peaceful form. The journey they were navigating, marked by the complexities of mental health, had brought them to this quiet sanctuary—a space where love, resilience, and the promise of a new dawn intertwined.

The night unfolded in a tapestry of quietude, broken only by the occasional rustle of hospital linens and the steady breaths of Y/N, finally finding repose. Renée, ever watchful, felt a profound gratitude for the moments of tranquility in the midst of the storm.

In the stillness of the night, as the hospital embraced its own brand of silence, Renée contemplated the challenges they faced and the strength that emanated from the shared bond with Y/N. The room, now an intimate cocoon where sleep and dreams held sway, stood witness to the endurance of love in the face of adversity.

As the night wove its quiet magic, Renée settled into a vigil of love, keeping watch over the slumbering Y/N—a guardian in the sacred realm where dreams and healing converged.

The tranquility of the night shattered as Y/N's peaceful slumber transformed into cries of panic and distress. Renée, who had momentarily left the bed to find some rest in her own chair, shot up at the sound of Y/N's screams. The urgency in those cries cut through the quietude of the hospital room, triggering an instinctive surge of concern in Renée.

"Y/N! What's wrong?" Renée exclaimed, her own heart racing as she rushed back to Y/N's side. The room, once a haven of repose, now echoed with the cacophony of Y/N's anguish.

Y/N, still caught in the grip of panic, frantically searched for Renée's comforting presence. The abrupt absence of her warmth and touch had spiraled Y/N into a state of disorientation, the boundaries between reality and distress blurring in the shadows of the hospital room.

"Renée! Renée, where are you?" Y/N cried, her voice strained with desperation.

Renée, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, reached out to Y/N. "I'm right here, princess. I didn't go anywhere. What happened?"

But Y/N, trapped in the labyrinth of panic, couldn't register Renée's reassurances. The disconnection between mind and reality heightened the intensity of her cries, creating an unsettling symphony of anguish.

In her attempts to understand and provide solace, Renée called for the nurse, her voice a beacon in the darkness of the night. "Nurse! Something's wrong with Y/N. Please, we need help!"

Within moments, the nurse arrived, her presence a calming force in the tumultuous scene. "What happened?" the nurse inquired, quickly assessing the situation.

Renée, her worry evident, explained, "I don't know. She was sleeping, and then she started screaming. She's panicking, and I can't calm her down."

The nurse approached Y/N, her experienced eyes scanning for any immediate signs of distress. "Y/N, I'm here to help. Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Y/N, still caught in the grip of panic, struggled to articulate her emotions. "I can't feel her. Renée's gone. Where is she? I can't feel her!"

Renée, realizing the source of Y/N's distress, gently took Y/N's hands in hers. "Princess, I'm right here. You haven't lost me. I'm not going anywhere."

The nurse, recognizing the signs of a potential dissociative episode, spoke in a calm, soothing tone. "Y/N, it's okay. You're safe. Renée is right here with you. Can you focus on her voice?"

Renée, in a bid to anchor Y/N in the present, continued to speak softly. "Babe, look at me. I'm right here. You haven't lost me. We're in the hospital room, and you're safe."

The nurse, working alongside Renée, began to guide Y/N through grounding exercises, encouraging her to feel the sensation of touch and focus on the tangible aspects of the present moment. As Y/N gradually emerged from the grip of panic, the room settled into a tense calm.

Renée, her concern etched on her face, held onto Y/N's hands, offering a constant point of connection. The nurse, satisfied that Y/N's distress was easing, spoke reassuringly. "It's common for individuals with dissociative tendencies to experience moments like these. We'll keep an eye on her, and if needed, we can consult with a mental health professional."

As Y/N's breathing steadied, the nurse offered a gentle smile. "Take it easy, Y/N. Renée is here, and you're safe. If you need anything, just let us know."

Renée, still holding Y/N's hands, felt a mixture of relief and concern.

As Y/N's panic began to subside, there lingered a palpable fear in her eyes—an unspoken plea for reassurance and an anchor against the currents of dissociation. Renée, still holding onto Y/N's hands, sensed the vulnerability that echoed in the depths of Y/N's gaze.

"Babe, I'm not leaving you. I promise," Renée whispered, her voice a gentle balm to the wounds of distress. The hospital room, bathed in the soft glow of muted lights, became a sanctuary where their connection transcended the barriers of fear.

Y/N, still caught in the residual tremors of panic, pleaded, "Don't go, Renée. Please, don't leave me. I can't... I can't handle being alone right now."

Renée, acutely aware of the fragile state Y/N found herself in, responded with unwavering assurance. "I'm right here, love. I won't leave you. We're in this together, okay?"

The nurse, having observed the delicate dynamics at play, discreetly adjusted the room's lighting, casting a soothing ambiance that mirrored the tenderness of Renée's presence. With a reassuring nod, the nurse withdrew, allowing the couple a semblance of privacy amidst the hushed symphony of hospital sounds.

Understanding the depth of Y/N's need for proximity, Renée made a decision. "Alright, princess. I'm not going anywhere." With deliberate care, Renée climbed into the hospital bed beside Y/N, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

Y/N, eyes still wide with lingering apprehension, searched Renée's gaze for the anchor she desperately sought. "Hold me, Renée. Please, just hold me."

Renée, embracing the vulnerability in Y/N's plea, pulled her close, enfolding Y/N in a tender embrace. The sensation of touch, the shared warmth, became a lifeline—a tangible affirmation that, in this moment of fragility, they navigated the currents of fear together.

As Y/N rested against Renée's chest, the rhythmic cadence of their shared breaths created a symphony of solace. Renée, murmuring words of comfort, traced gentle patterns on Y/N's back—a silent promise etched in the language of touch.

"Babe, I'm right here. You're not alone. We'll face whatever comes our way, hand in hand," Renée whispered, her words a soothing melody against the backdrop of the hospital room's muted sounds.

Y/N, gradually surrendering to the sanctuary of Renée's arms, felt the tendrils of fear loosen their grip. In this intimate cocoon, the complexities of mental health, the echoes of panic, and the shadows of dissociation became fleeting specters—outshone by the resilient light of love.

As the night unfolded, Renée remained a steadfast guardian in the realm of shared vulnerability. The hospital room, once a witness to the echoes of distress, transformed into a haven—a space where the intricacies of mental health were met with the unyielding force of love and companionship.

In the quietude of the shared embrace, Renée and Y/N embarked on a journey of healing—one heartbeat at a time. The night, marked by the ebb and flow of emotions, became a testament to the enduring strength that flourished when love stood as a beacon against the shadows. And in the hushed serenity of their shared sanctuary, Renée cradled Y/N in a promise of presence—a pledge to weather the storms together, anchored in the unbreakable bonds of love.

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intro post or whatever because why not i'm bored and i should be studying for my finals but haha, clearly i'm not

~ basic info ~

paloma/palo/whatever | she/they | aroace + bi | latine (el salvador)/canadian | infp | bookworm | writer | music lover | theatre kid |

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~ books and movies and musicals, oh my~

percy jackson / a good girl's guide to murder / one of us is lying /

epic the musical/ starkid/tcb/ dear evan hansen (i'm sorry i'm a cringey teenager) / stranger things (fuck noah schnapp) / the outsiders / glee (again, cringey teenager) / wednesday / rtc / the owl house / shakespeare /

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~ music ~

laufey, olivia rodrigo, melanie martinez, the cardigans, em beihold, precious pepala, paris paloma, dove cameron, showtunes, taylor swift, abba, seb lowe, daisy grenade, billie eilish, renée rapp, paramore, dua lipa, camilla cabello, kaia jette, kendall nicole, mariah rose faith, haim, maisie peters

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~ fav albums ~

guts, olivia rodrigo

reputation, taylor swift

1989, taylor swift

speak now, taylor swift

midnights, taylor swift

egg in the backseat, em beihold

when we all fall asleep where do we go?, billie eilish

sour, olivia rodrigo

the good witch, maisie peters

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my chaotic tagging system:

#as a canadian i approve - canada stuff

#the friends - interacting with my moots, individuals will be tagged with their name + <3

#wholesomeness - self explanatory

#mental health shit - what the name says

#important - stuff i want you to see

#<3 - misc things i find nice

#snake snake snake - snakes!

#rant rant rant - my lil ranty rants

#personal - me stuff!

#🏳️‍🌈 stuff - queer stuff, be it wholesome, important, or funny. i’m really bad about tagging this one though lol

#disabilty - mainly chronic migraine things

#adhd stuff - what it says

otherwise i just kind of tag my fandoms as their own thing depending on how i want to see.

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~ misc. ~

i play alto sax, drums, keyboard, and clarinet

i have a sideblog, @paloma-writes-about-hellfire - irls dni with that one

my blog is kind of a disaster, but it's mostly hatchetfield, epic the musical, spies are forever, lgbtq+, current events, wholesome stuff, and occasionally a personal anecdote, we're kinda all over the place here but oh well

i love all animals but especially owls, snakes, butterflies, and cats

PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT MEDICAL STUFF ESP MEDICAL HISTORY

ask me about leopold and loeb, PLEASE I LOVE YAPPING

also i love ranting so if you wanna rant with someone, i'm your girl

free palestine

fuck jkr

trans rights

go away terfs, homophobes, aphobes, islamaphobes, anti-semites, racists, bigots in general

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