renee rapp one-shots

they see right through me.

my introduction to renee occurred just last year, as an avid fangirl of musical theatre, i naturally revered her for her portrayal of 'regina george' in the acclaimed broadway rendition of 'mean girls.' however, despite our shared theatrical landscape, our paths had yet to cross until the beginning of 2023, when we begun the filming of the much-anticipated movie adaptation.

my own journey into the entertainment buisness unfolded in slightly different way than renee's.

raised within the heart of the acting industry, i found myself thrust into the glare of the spotlight at a tender age, gracing screens nationwide in a beloved sitcom, following a group of young school children, all from when we were ten, to the finale when i was seventeen. the set became infamous for the relentless mistreatment we, as a cast, faced from adult directors and producers.

the sudden onset of fame, with its whirlwind of attention and scrutiny, proved overwhelming, prompting me to retreat from the limelight upon my departure from the show at seventeen.

it wasn't until the beginning of true adulthood, at twenty-one, that an alluring opportunity to reignite my passion for performance presented itself: the coveted role of 'karen smith' in 'mean girls the musical.' naturally, i seized the opportunity with fervent enthusiasm, recognizing it as a gateway to rediscover the artistry i held dear.

little did i anticipate, amidst the backdrop of rehearsals and shoots, that i would find myself drawn inexorably to renee. she possessed an undeniable allure, a magnetism that captured my attention from the moment we met. "what's renee doing?" "where's renee?" "is renee shooting today?" became the refrain of my days on set, an unwitting testament to the hold she had over my thoughts.

it was at the wrap party that the tension between us reached its limit, culminating in a kiss that sent shockwaves through my being. elated yet apprehensive, i confided in my closest friends, grappling with the implications of my newfound desires.

growing up under the watchful gaze of the public eye everyone had a preconceived perception of you, they'd already crafted a reputation of you before you've turned ten, one of a kind, calm gentle polite straight girl. 

i found solace in renee's understanding embrace, her reassurances offering a beacon of hope in the sea of uncertainty i'd found myself in. 

as the months passed, we navigated the delicate dance of secrecy, our love hidden from prying eyes save for a select few. even now, amidst the whirlwind of promotion for the impending release of 'mean girls', our bond remains shrouded in secrecy, a whispered secret shared only among our closest confidants and cast mates. 

renee is, of course, publicly out, i find that i envy her sometimes, her confidence in it all, she's been so patient with me but i know that soon she'll want to be out, i can't blame her, i mean i want to aswell, i want to kiss her in public, to hold hands down the street without it being plastered on every and any front page.

*night of mean girls premiere 

as we prepared for the movie premiere in our apartment, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. i sat in front of the vanity mirror, my heart fluttering with nervous excitement, while renee flitted about, her energy infectious.

renee's fingers danced across her phone screen, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she read a tweet from a fan joking about the possibility of us dating. "listen to this," she said, amusement evident in her voice. "someone thinks we're secretly dating. can you imagine?" she asks, her tone laced in sarcasm and mischief.

i glanced up from my own reflection, a pang of unease fluttering in my chest. "yeah, it's hilarious," i replied, my tone lacking the enthusiasm renée's words warranted.