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headers reneé rapp

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reneé rapp funny / messy headers

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Timothée Chalamet + Mean Girls, 2024

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Angelic

angsty, 336 word blurb!! <3

A movie night; laughter and bright, naïve smiles decorate the atmosphere while the soft glow of the television screen fills the room—but you've learned that a good time is always short-lived.

Only hours before the night is over, and the door shuts, leaving you there in silence. Nothing went wrong—you and Reneé had fun, like always. She made you happy. You probably smiled bigger than you ever have before. You were so lucky to have her!

You were so lucky to have her! So lucky to have her. Lucky to have her.

Thinking about it makes your heart stop and your stomach turn. It always does.

The amount of love you have for Reneé feels like sin—especially when she's practically heaven-sent. She's breathtaking, inside and out; she has one of the most genuine, beautiful souls you've ever known. Not only that, but it feels like she's everything you need packed into one—she is perfect. She is an angel.

You fear that you aren't, though—maybe that's why every angel in your path before her used their wings and free will to fly away; perhaps they recognized you for what you are and left you for it. After all, why would something as immaculate as an angel—as Reneé—associate themselves as low as you? You have wings, like the others, but they're tattered—does that mean that you're fallen and imperfect, or just bruised from a long-lived battle? Maybe you've made too many mistakes and suffered through too many misunderstandings to be adored by the others. Maybe they were the ones who clipped your wings. Maybe you deserved it.

Low as filth, they call you, for you are not worthy of an angel's love and salvation. They all had hope for you at some point, but it never took long for them to realize the truth and leave. That's why you're terrified. You know it won't be long before Reneé recognizes you for what you are, too.

And that's what scares you the most—it'll tear you apart when she goes.

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request: renee rapp + sabrina carpenter 🌙

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★ . . . reneé rapp pastel layouts!

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hi!! could u please make some renee rapp icons with carlos and/or lewis headers? ty xx

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renee rapp + carlos/lewis

headers 1 and 2 from my talented bae @formulaheaders

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Reneé Rapp Lesbian Header

header made by me, for the lesbian community and Reneé's fans ♡

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headers reneé rapp

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hii, could i please get sabrina × reneé rapp please? 🥹

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Distance

angsty, 410 word blurb!! <3

Distance was your guardian angel; the measure of distance and time was what dictated your life, after all. Sometimes, it was a friend—the type of separation that freed the mind and made the heart grow fonder; it allowed you to breathe, but it wouldn't be long before the longing tugged at your heartstrings and called you back to the one you loved. Then, you learned, there was the type of severance that killed you from the inside out—when the universe pulled you away from the one you needed and put a divot in all things good, not only leaving you lonely, but deprived. It left you empty.

And lately, that's how you'd felt—like a piece of you was missing; you felt a hole that bore so deep, yet you knew that the one who could fill it had been severed from you, even if only for a while. It wasn't the fault of either of you—it was just work, circumstance, and the measure of distance and time, really. But it sure as hell felt like a sick joke and nothing more.

You two hadn't spoken in person since Reneé had left for her flight—2 months ago, to be specific. The last time you spoke on the phone was last night—that might've seemed fine and dandy, but it felt different from talking face-to-face; it felt different from kissing her, holding her, and touching her. It felt like a taunt more than anything.

You didn't know how to feel—you both had prepared for the shared chaos of your schedules, but you hadn't prepared for how bad it'd feel. It felt like a silver stake had been pierced through your heart—as though you'd been deprived of the air you need to breathe. You missed her sweet smiles and pretty eyes—you ached to hold her in silence while planting soft kisses on her head after a long week of work and exertion. You missed going on car-dates when you two would just drive around the city and argue over what to play on the radio, only for you to land on something you both liked. You missed making her smile, her joy brazen enough to charge a dozen suns. You missed her.

And now, all you had was this empty bed that she should've been laying in with you, and that hole in your heart that wouldn't heal until she came back.

Maybe your guardian angel had felt particularly cruel as of late.

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