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brittany — 17 — chronically ill/disabled (hEDS, ME/CFS, POTS, Sjogrens)currently writing, editing and editing for mean girls! disordered + disabled regina george truther <3
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NONFUCKING WAY ERIKA HENNINGSEN FUN HOME!? AS JOAN!? IM CRAZY
YOU GUYS CAN ALL THANK ME LATER MY FRIEND FOUND THIS VIDEO OF ERIKA HENNINGSEN SINGING A SONG CALLED CHANGING MY MAJOR there is no way to put this bluntly, but it’s literally about wanting to have sex with this girl named Joan and I’m sorry for the gay heart attack, but this video made my day
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bottom left being taken by avantika makes my fetchen heart soar
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WHATEVER HAPPENS TO ME, KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER.
WAITING ROOM, by phoebe bridgers
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karen
karen does not know how instagram works
she doesn't really know how social media in general works
doesn't really get the point of an open and a private instagram
she posts a lot and follows a lot of people on accident and doesn’t understand that she can undo it
she is wildly popular on twitter
mistakes everything for google
just wants a good grilled cheese recipe honestly
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”Don’t you dare doubt yourself or ever think your not good enough.” Karen & Gretchen (Fetchen)
I have been wanting to write something for my too lovelies and since I like angst and I’m in a mood I wanted to right this. No one requested this but I hope y’all fetchen or mean girls lovers will like this! (This is specific to the 2024 Mean girls Musical - Gretchen is played by Bebe Wood and Karen is played by Avantika) also I headcannon that Karen’s middle name is Meena, and I might make headcannons about Gretchen, Karen and their relationship!
It was a rainy day at Gretchen Wieners house. The two lovebirds of North Shore high were wrapped in a blankets and their limbs intertwined with each others. Gretchen had her head leaned on her grey headboard, her back against a pillow. On top of her was Karen, with her head on Gretchens chest, her head following the movement of her chest and she breathed in and out. The brunettes eyes stared lovingly at the girl infront of her, watching her with nothing but adoration as Karen examined her newly done nails.
“Seriously, who does your nails?” Karen mumbles, moving her head to look at her girlfriend. “I’ve told you baby, my mom.” Gretchen smiled, finding the raven heads lightheaded-ness adorable. “Ohhh.” Gretchen chuckled as she pressed her lips against Karen’s forehead, pulling her closer as Karen looked down.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” Gretchen asks, noticing Karen’s chocolate brown eyes avoiding her own. “Nothing Gretch!” Karen’s tone raises, an unconvincing attempt to hide her worry. Gretchens eyebrow raised and she gave the girl a look. “Seriously~” Karen says. Gretchen sighs and sits up, forcing the two to move out of their previous position. “Bubba why’d you do that?” Karen whines, her brows furrowed and previous fake smile disappearing. “Karen don’t lie to me, what’s wrong? I know you too well for you to act like you’re okay.” Gretchen says, her tone laced with worry and seriousness. “I…” Karen sighs, scared the truth would ruin or strain her and Gretchens relationship.
“Don’t I ever bother you?” Karen mumbles, her curly hair wrapped around her fingers. “Of course not, I love you.” Gretchen smiles, rubbing Karen’s head affectionately. “No. I mean how I forgot things? That I’m less… intelli- intellihe…” “Intelligent?” “Yeah. That. Less intelligent that other people. Like cady. Surely it bothers you.” Karen grumbles, grabbing a fluffy pillow with the letter ‘G’ on it and burying her face in the soft, green fluff. Gretchens heart sinks as she notices that certain parts of the pillow grow dark. She pulls the pillow away to see Karen’s nose and cheeks red in colour, and mascara down her cheeks, running along with tears, and grabs her hand, crossing her legs and putting their hands in the space between them.
“Karen Meena Shetty. Nothing about you bothers me. And I mean nothing. The time you defended me at that karaoke bar with a shitty comeback? Didn’t bother me at all. You know what I do think? I think it’s adorable. Karen no one is like you. You’re one in a billion.” Gretchen rubs her cheek, wiping away the tears. “Gretchen listen to me. Even Regina thinks it. She said I’m as dumb as a rock!” Karen yells. “Is it true? No. Even if it was would I care? No!”
Karen’s mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as tears blue her eyes, not allowing her sight to focus on the beauty in-front her. Gretchens arms open as she leans back on the headboard, her lips curving into an upside down ‘c’. Karen crawls over to her, sitting on her lap with her head on her chest, and her arms around her neck, kissing Gretchens bare shoulder and shutting her eyes. Gretchen giggles and plays with Karen’s hair, braiding it, twirling it around her fingers, or just pulling her fingers through it, carefully so she doesn’t hurt the precious thing she has. She would be dead before she ever hurt Karen.
Minutes passed and they still stayed like this, both happy to be in each others company. They didn’t need loads of friends. Ever since they got together they decided they didn’t even need Regina, or popularity. Aslong as they had eachother, that was enough for them. “Baby?” Gretchen mumbles. Karen hums in response, looking at her lover.
“Don’t you dare doubt yourself or ever think you’re not good enough.”
#FETCHEN!!!!#IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM#THIS IS SO CUTE#also meena as her middle name is so cute to me wtf
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i can change everything about me to fit in
ao3
Gretchen starts picking her cuticles — the skin around her fingernails too — the summer between fifth grade and sixth, when they’re straddling the cusp between young and innocent children and harsh, hormonal preteens. Regina tells her to stop, that it chips the acrylic and makes her nails ugly, but she just can’t — especially not around Regina.
Regina makes her nervous — makes Gretchen’s skin prickle and her stomach turn and her hands clammy — more nervous than another child has any right to, but it doesn’t stop the way her hands shake, fingers habitually pulling and picking at the skin around her nails — a pretty pink acrylic that Regina chose.
Happy Mean Girls day, loves!
After 7 days and nearly 16k words, this beast is finally done. My first ever Gretchen-centric snapshot fic (my first ever published snapshot fic) and I am truly so excited to share this with the world.
Enjoy! xx
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I FOUND THIS CLIP ON AULI'IS IG AND IK ITS SHORT BUT THEYRE JUST ALWAYS HOLDINF HANDS
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i see these two and be like “i’m so normal right now” (i’m lying)
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no thoughts just them being cute and holding hands.
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bebe wood yuri enjoyers RISE UP!!!!
(we need a fetchen kissing on the lips scene)
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~ fetchen angst in which gretchen can’t help but be jealous of how quickly karen takes to cady.
karen’s always clung relentlessly to gretchen…and then the new girl from kenya upended it all. gretchen sees karen holding cady’s arm the way she’s always done with her and, for some stupid reason, everything comes crashing down around her and she feels the corners of her eyes prickle with tears.
then again, she’s always felt this way. she’s always hated it when karen was touchy with other people. not to sound selfish or anything, but she always wanted something that belonged to only her and karen.
maybe she just wants karen to belong to her.
she hates knowing that karen wants to be just as close with other people as she does with her. it’s not fair. first, karen’s holding cady’s arm and what next? what if gretchen gets replaced? what if karen wants someone else to be her best friend?
it has nothing to do with the fact that gretchen loves karen so much it physically hurts when she thinks of her being with someone else. it couldn’t be- they’re not even together.
it’s just the principle.
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3 for gretchen/karen?
3. A kiss on the forehead
There are many things Gretchen would not recommend about being in love with your best friend.
For one thing, it's exhausting—it's not like a normal crush on someone you kinda know, someone you see around the halls and maybe in a couple classes. No, Gretchen spends time with Karen every day, sometimes all day, on the weekends.
Luckily, Karen is either oblivious to or doesn't mind Gretchen constantly sneaking looks at her, almost against her will, like her eyes are magnetized. Everything that Karen does is cute, which means that Gretchen is perpetually flustered. She's pretty sure she bombed a math test because she couldn't focus on studying when Karen was doing that cute thing where her tongue peeks out of the corner of her mouth while she concentrates.
Another—perhaps larger—problem is that Karen is naturally affectionate. She's handsy. It's no big deal to her to casually hold hands, or pounce on Gretchen with a hug, or press a kiss to the top of Gretchen's head. It makes Gretchen's heart rate increase with such frequency that it might be pathological at this point.
Most maddening of all, Karen is like this with everyone. And, okay, maybe she is more affectionate with Gretchen and maybe she tells Gretchen that she's beautiful or hot a lot more than she does with, say, Cady, but there is simply no way of knowing if it means something. Anything.
And it is driving Gretchen insane.
It's another such afternoon spent in Gretchen's bedroom making TikToks and impulse-buying clothes on Poshmark that Gretchen finds herself seated in her desk chair while Karen does Gretchen's eyeshadow—a particularly unique form of torture that involves their faces being close together for an extended period of time. At least Gretchen has to keep her eyes closed, so she doesn't have to battle against the urge to stare at Karen's lips.
"Okay, and... done!" Karen says with a final sweep of the brush. She sets aside the palette, and Gretchen opens her eyes and turns to look in the mirror. Her eyes look wide and bright, subtly shimmering with pink shadow.
"Looks great," Gretchen says. She turns back to Karen, who is still seated in front of her on the edge of Gretchen's bed.
Karen grins and gently rests her hands on Gretchen's cheeks. Before Gretchen can process this, Karen leans in, her face getting closer and closer, until she's close enough for Gretchen to feel her breath on her face and—
Kisses Gretchen on the forehead.
The next few seconds tick by slowly while Gretchen wills her heart to stop beating so hard. She really thought Karen was going to—
"Is something wrong?" Karen asks, frowning. "You're all..." She tenses her face and shoulders exaggeratedly.
"Oh, yeah," Gretchen says shakily. She forces a little laugh. "This is going to sound crazy, but I thought you were going to kiss me."
"I did," Karen says, now looking confused. She taps the spot on Gretchen's forehead where he lips had been with one finger. "Right here."
"I meant, um," Gretchen says, "on the lips?" It comes out like a question.
"Oh!" Karen brightens. "I can do that, too."
Gretchen is sure her eyes are comically wide. "What?"
"I don't know why we haven't," Karen muses, looking thoughtful. "This is the longest I've dated someone without kissing them."
Everything in Gretchen's brain screeches to a halt. "Karen, we... Do you think we're dating?"
"Well, yeah," Karen says. "You called me your girlfriend, so..."
Gretchen mentally searches her mind for when she apparently said this.
"Remember when we saw that lady outside your house, and you said I'm going to the mall with my girlfriend?" Karen recalls.
Gretchen does remember this. About a month ago, her neighbor had been walking her dog as they were getting in Gretchen's car and stopped to chat. Is that how Karen had interpreted that?
"Oh, I meant.... Like, my friend who's a girl. People say that sometimes," Gretchen says, and Karen's face falls.
"Oh," Karen says. She looks down at her lap. It physically hurts Gretchen to look at.
Then the confusion dissipates, and it clicks in Gretchen's brain. Karen thought they were dating. Karen offered to kiss her. Karen... likes her? Feels the same way?
"But..." Gretchen says tentatively, touching Karen's hand. "Do you want to be dating?"
"Of course I do," Karen says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, I've been dating you for a month, even if you weren't dating me."
Gretchen can't help but laugh. A giddy, happy laugh. A relieved laugh.
"Karen, I've liked you for so long," Gretchen whispers—it is still, technically, her biggest secret. "I would love for you to be my girlfriend."
Karen looks up, her entire face brightening, and she grins.
"Oh my god, yay!" she says, bouncing a little where she sits. "Should I kiss you now?"
She asks it so casually, as if it hasn't been all Gretchen has been fantasizing about for as long as she can remember. It's all Gretchen can do to nod.
So Karen leans in again, and this time, her lips meet Gretchen's.
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