Reneé Rapp Imagines

Paparazzi - R.R

Dating a famous woman such as Reneé Rapp herself wasn't always easy. Especially for someone like you who was never known to have existed until now. Reneé recently came out in an interview about your relationship, talking highly passionate about it. And you were happy, but since then, paparazzi has been becoming a pressing issue for you.

You set out to the the store today to buy some groceries and restock your kitchen but when you attempted to leave the market, your car was barricaded by photographers with flashy cameras and loud voices, yelling questions and statements at you.

You cowered away, hoping to hide away in the store. The workers there held sympathy for you as they used their security to keep the photographers outside of the store. Finally, reaching into your pocket you pulled your phone out and dialed your girlfriend's number.

"Hey, baby girl, what's up?" Her angelic voice soothed you in a matter of seconds. All you wished was to be in her arms.

"Ren, I need you." Those words was all Reneé needed to here before the line went dead and in a matter of 7 minutes, your girlfriend was showing up and attracting the attention away from you. She was driven over by a friend so she could drive your car back once her friend left.

"Move." Usually towards fans, she's sweet because she genuinely loves them but paparazzi? They were just all up in your business and she hated them for it. "Come on, honey." She held her hand out for you and when you grabbed it, she grabbed your bag of groceries in her free hand and clutched you tight against her body.

Shoving her way through the crowd with the help of the security officers from the market, you were able to make it to your car. Reneé sat in the driver's seat after she made sure you were safe and settled in the passengers. You felt like you could finally breathe before you choked on air a little when Reneé suddenly grabbed your face, examining it.

"I swear to god, if they hurt you, I'll kill them." She threatened under her breath. She wasn't kidding, and you both knew it.

You just smiled warmly and held her hands in yours. "I'm okay, baby. Thank you for saving me." You signed out gratefully, feeling much more comfortable with your girlfriend. 

"Of course, my love." Reneé breathed a sigh of relief that you were alright. She finally turned on the ignition of your car and began to drive off. But not without flipping off the paparazzi still taking pictures.

Then next day, you and her laughed your asses off at the pictures of her posted. All they saw was her middle finger in the window of your car.

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A/N;
As promised for reaching 500 followers... enjoy