Renee Rapp x Fem Reader One shots

'Im sorry'

Renee Rapp stood backstage, the energy of the crowd humming through the walls like electricity. She could hear the chatter of her fans, their voices a blend of excitement and anticipation. The bright lights of the stage illuminated the darkness behind her, and the sound of music pulsed through the air. It was a familiar feeling—a mix of exhilaration and anxiety—but tonight felt different.

As she leaned against the cool metal of the stage, her mind drifted to Y/N. They had been together for almost a year, their love a whirlwind of laughter, late-night talks, and stolen moments amidst the chaos of Renee's rising career. Y/N was everything to her: the grounding force in a world that spun too quickly. The girl with warm brown eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest corners of Renee's heart.

But lately, things had changed.

Renee pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the show. Tonight was a big deal; it was her first major concert after releasing her debut album. But as the countdown to her entrance began, she couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest. Y/N had been distant, wrapped up in her own struggles, and though Renee wanted to help, she felt powerless.

"Five minutes!" a stagehand called, snapping her back to reality. Renee took a deep breath, her heart racing with both nerves and excitement. She stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupting into cheers. It was a familiar sight, yet it felt hollow without Y/N in the front row, waving her usual homemade sign.

As she sang her first song, the lyrics flowed from her like a river. The crowd was mesmerized, but Renee's mind kept drifting. She caught glimpses of Y/N's face in her mind, laughing and dancing, her hair swaying in the rhythm of the music. But now, Y/N was not there, and the weight of her absence pressed heavily on Renee's heart.

After the show, Renee rushed to her dressing room, hoping to find a message from Y/N. Her phone lit up, and she felt a surge of hope. But as she unlocked it, her heart sank. There were no texts, no missed calls. Just a string of notifications from her fans.

"Renee, you were amazing!" "Can't believe I got to see you live!" "Love your new song!"

The words should have brought her joy, but instead, they felt like daggers. She wanted to share this moment with Y/N, to feel her presence beside her, to celebrate the highs and comfort each other through the lows. The silence felt deafening.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked her manager, Jenna, peeking through the door. "You were incredible out there!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Renee replied, forcing a smile. "Just... tired."

"Need anything?" Jenna asked, concern etching her features.

Renee shook her head. "Just some time alone."

As Jenna left, Renee sank into a chair, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She pulled out her phone again, her fingers hovering over Y/N's contact. They had fought recently, and the argument had left them both raw. Y/N had mentioned needing space, and Renee didn't know how to bridge that gap. Her heart ached for the warmth of their connection, the understanding they shared.

After what felt like hours of silence, she decided to text Y/N. "Hey, can we talk?" It was simple, but it carried the weight of everything they hadn't said.

She hit send and waited, her heart racing. Minutes passed, but the response didn't come. Just as she was about to give in to despair, her phone buzzed.

"I can't right now."

Renee's heart plummeted. "Please, just a few minutes?"

"I'm sorry. I just need some space."