What Can I Do? (renee rapp x reader)

Re(neé)connecting (Part Eight)

A/N: Most messy, dialogue heavy, chaotic chapter yet. Despite that, PLEASE enjoy! Also TW: someone uses the d-slur.

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The Past (July, 2019)

What. The. Fuck.

Reneé's POV

I would just like to preface this by saying I am 5'7 and Kyle is 6'2 so. Well. Just bear that in mind.

All I can feel in this moment is pure fucking anger. I know Y/N does not like this mother fucker, and even though we are not together, I also know that Y/N would not have the heart to do this to me. She's just entertaining Kyle because she can be too much of a fucking sweetheart, and I hate to say it, a pushover.

I have been tolerating this. Have been tolerating the way he unapologetically stares at my gal pal's fucking body like the fucking pig he is —if you haven't noticed, my favorite curse word is 'fuck'--, I have been tolerating his relentless flirtatious advances, I have even been tolerating the way he not very subtly grazes Y/N's skin.

But this, this, is too fucking far man.

Too fucking far.

"Reneé!" I can hear Grey yelp as I start walking away from our table and towards Kyle and Y/N. "What did I just tell you not to do?" He reminds me, his voice cracking with panic. "Oh my god..." I hear him mutter under his breath.

I grab Kyle's shirt collar and pull him off of Y/N.

"Dude!" The inebriated man says, raising his voice. He slowly turns to look at me, realizing who I am.

"Hey Y/N, did you want to kiss this fuckface?"

She slightly shakes her head, tears forming in her eyes.

"Okay. Cool."

Before anyone can even register what I'm about to do, I land punch him right in the jaw, which fuck, hurts my hand.

"What the fuck?" He yells, grabbing his face. "What was that for?"

I kick him in the crotch and he slowly crumples down and yells in pain.

"For being a fucking dick. Why don't you find some who actually likes you to kiss? Oh wait that's like probably impossible."

I feel a soft hand on my shoulder, and I turn around to see it's Y/N.

"Reneé you can't fucking fight people in the middle of a bar!" She whisper yells to me and I take my arm away from her grasp.

"I can too if they're kissing my girl." I slur, anger still pulsing through my body as I turn around and see Kyle standing up.

"Your girl...?" I hear her mutter before I feel a sharp thud on my face. I fall backwards and realize that my nose is bleeding.

"What the fuck Kyle?" I hear Y/N yell, punching his chest repeatedly. "You just fucking punched someone who's like five inches shorter than you! And also a fucking a girl?" She kneels down to try and help me, feeling the blood from my nose gushing onto her hand.

"Well that dyke deserved it."

I feel her body tense up as she slowly starts getting up. "What did you just say?" She murmurs, her voice darkening.

"That she de-"

Before she can finish that sentence, she punches him right in the eye and he howls in pain. Without even turning back she picks me up and leaves the bar.

"I can walk, you know."

"Shut up. I need to get you to the hospital."

The Past (July, 2019)

Broken Nose

Reneé's POV

"You are such an idiot." She says as she holds a tissue underneath my nose. "You are so lucky the ER fixed it so quickly. Even if it is still bleeding."

"Eh, you have to admit I look hot with a broken nose." I tease, grinning, feeling blood drip onto my upper lip.

"This isn't a joke!" She snaps, which startles me. Before today, I had never seen her angry. Sure, whenever we discussed simple things like objectively, what heathers character we were or when I tease her she'd get jokingly angry. But I'd never seen her like this. She just like punched a dude for me. "You could have gotten seriously hurt." she whispers, getting me a shirt to wear instead of the current blood stained one I had on. "You can't do dumb shit like that."

"Why not?" I challenge.

"Please?"

"Fine."

She sighs and starts changing into her pajamas right in front of me, which happens to include my hoodie. "Why did you even do that?"

"Uhm because he kissed you?"

"I was handling it."

"You don't even like him! Oh my god!" I snap, and her soft eyes look surprised at my outburst of anger. "You like- you like me...right?"

"Yes but-"

"But what?" I repeat back to her, staring her down. "He kissed you without your consent. And I can't stand the thought that someone else could touch you like I do."

"But why would you hit him? I still don't get why you would put yourself in danger like that! For me."

"Because I'm in love with you!" I snap and her eyes widen. I shut my eyes tight. I can't bear to see her like that right now. "Fuck. I know you don't.."

Before I can open my eyes, she's kissing me again. And I feel the fireworks all over again. Except, I'm not hungry this time. It's soft. Sweet. Slow. It feels like dripping honey, the neverending substance warmly dripping onto our skin. It feels warm. Comforting, not like the hot flames of fire, but more like its warm glow.

"Owh." I say, and she pulls away, startled. "My nose." I giggle and she starts apologizing profusely.

"You are such an idiot." She smiles, and holds my hands. "Of course I love you. I've been in love with you since the day we met. I just-" She pauses and looks at me. "Never been with a girl before."

"That makes two of us.

"I didn't want to mess it up. Mess us up."

"You couldn't do that Clyde." I say softly, tenderly caressing her cheek. "You won't."

"Then-" She murmurs, and shuts her eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" She blurts out, blushing profusely, all of the words blurted out like rapid fire, one along the other.

It's my turn to kiss her and I do.

"Of course Clyde, it's me and you against the world."

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A/N: Enjoy this last bit of fluff! Because you will need it!!!