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girl-2004 · 8 months

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐘𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐁, 𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇

𖤐༺𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬༻𖤐

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Euronymous X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Nope

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Øystein’s hair needs a touch up…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Possibly some language

𝐀/𝐧: Hi! Can’t remember if I said this but my requests are open!!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 766 words.

Y/n and Euronymous were walking through the hair dye aisle at the grocery store, trying to find the darkest black box dye available.

“None of these look dark enough,” Euronymous said as he looked at all the boxes.

“How about this one?” Y/n suggested holding up a box which read ‘True Black hair dye’.

“What does the back say?” He asked as he continued scanning the shelves.

“Pure black dye. Leave it for an hour and a half. Wash out with lukewarm water. And then it should be good,” she read.

“Okay, get that one then,” He said.

𖤐back at Helvete𖤐

“Do you really trust your girlfriend to dye your hair?” Faust laughed as he inspected the boxes.

“I trust her with anything and everything,” Euronymous replied as Y/n walked back into the room.

“Be careful, Faust, or one day you’ll wake up with short, pink hair,” Y/n smiled sarcastically at Faust.

“You wouldn’t dare!” He gasped.

“Oh, but I would,” Y/n smiled as she pulled a pair of scissors from under the cash register.

“Okay, Edward Scissorhands, put the weapon down,” Euronymous laughed and picked up the dye box.

“Need help?” Y/n offered.

“Yes, please,” He replied.

Euronymous sat on the floor in front of the toilet while Y/n mixed the dye in the bottle.

“You will have to walk around Helvete with the wet dye in your hair, you know?” Y/n said.

“You’re funny. I’ll sit in my office,” he replied.

“What and leave Faust to the customers?” Y/n laughed, causing Faust to hold up his middle finger in her direction.

“He’ll be okay for a bit,” Euronymous shrugged.

“Okay, then. Now stay still while I put the dye on.”

As Y/n was applying the dye, she was humming along to the music that was blasting through the store. Euronymous on the other hand, was fidgeting like a chihuahua on red bull and steroids. The shop was quieter than usual today, only a few customers visiting — most just coming for a look around and then leaving.

Faust, like always, spent most of the time watching a horror movie on his tv. Y/n finished helping Euronymous with his hair and then put the plastic bag they got from the grocery store on his hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Euronymous freaked out.

“Making sure you don’t get hair dye everywhere because I still have some dye on my couch from last time I helped you,” Y/n replied as she tied a knot in the back, “okay, pretty princess, go to your office. Me and Faust can handle the shop.”

Euronymous did as he was told and went straight to his office, locking the door behind him. Y/n went behind the counter which Faust took as a green card to sit and watch the movie.

A few customers came into the store during the hour, some buying Burzum, some buying Metallica and others buying mainstream rock. I checked the clock one last time before going to Euronymous’s door and knocking, “It’s time to wash the dye out.”

He opened the door and went immediately to the toilet.

“Put your head over the sink, stupid,” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“How was I supposed to know?” He replied.

“Fucking educated guess in the fact that we’re washing the dye out,” she laughed.

Euronymous didn’t reply but put his head over the sink while Y/n got out the shampoo and took the bag off of Øystein’s head. She started running the taps and filled a cup up with water, pouring it over his head.

“Fuck its cold!” He almost yelped.

“Shut up or it’ll take longer than necessary,” She rolled her eyes.

Y/n continued washing his hair and washed it with the shampoo and conditioner provided in the box before giving it one last rinse, turning the tap off and wrapping his hair in a towel.

She walked Euronymous back to his office and sat him on his chair and started massaging his hair and scalp with the towel. Y/n immediately felt him relax under her touch, his usual rigid posture and ‘idgaf’ attitude changed to a serene and soothed posture. Once she was finished with her massage, she threw the damp towel on the floor and sat on Euronymous’s lap.

“You’re too good for this world, djevelen min,” he kissed her cheek and held her close.

“You make it all okay,” she kissed his lips lightly, resting her forehead on his.

“Jeg elsker deg,” he whispered.

“Jeg elsker deg også.”

#girl 2004 #metalhead #trve norwegian black metal #norwegian black metal #black metal #euronymous #oystein aarseth #rory culkin #lords of chaos #fanfic #author #writer

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lacremedelafemme · 1 year

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#lesbian #smith college girls i-d magazine 2004 #dbz #i made this for the discord but im gonna share

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newm8n · 17 days

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(a reminder)

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jurassicass · 8 months

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All my rejanis art as of late as I finish up commissions!

#someone also draw them please I can’t sustain the demand by myself I’m just one they/them #my art #fanart #wlw art #mean girls fanart #mean girls #lizzy caplan #rachel mcadams #regina george #mean girls 2004 #rejanis #janis ian #Janice Ian #Regina x Janis #Regina x Janice #cady heron #Karen smith #gretchen weiners

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costumegifs · 6 months

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MEAN GIRLS (2004) Dir. Mark Waters Costume Designer: Mary Jane Fort

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larmegliamori · 2 months

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Why should Caesar 🫅 get to stomp 👣 around like a GIANT 🗿 while the rest of us 👫 are trying not to get smushed by his BIG FEET 🦶!? What's so great 🔝 about Caesar 🫅, huh? Brutus 💁 is just as cute ✨ as Caesar 🫅, Brutus 💁 is just as smart 🧠 as Caesar 🫅, people 👫 totally like 👍 Brutus 💁 just as much as they like Caesar 🫅 and when did it become okay for one person 🧍‍♂️to be the boss 👑 of everybody 👫, huh?! Because that's not ❌❌ what Rome is about we should totally JUST STAB 🗡️🗡️!! CAESAR 🫅🫅!!

#gretchen wieners had cracked.#happy ides of march everyone!#ides of march #mean girls (2004)#gretchen wieners

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gattobamboom · 9 months

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#my art #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #chainshipping #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw fanart #saw 2004 #saw 3 #сhainshipping became shotgunshipping #meanwhile the girls are chatting in the bathroom

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femininemenon · 4 months

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Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters

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coutureicons · 5 months

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avantika in the same versace ss04 dress that lindsay lohan wore for her 18th birthday in 2004, the year mean girls was released

#new it girl #the references!!!#like/reblog if you save #like/reblog if using #icons #avantika #avantika vandanapu #lindsay #lindsay lohan 2004 #versace ss04 #versace 04 #versace 2004 #2004 #fashion #runway #lindsay lohan

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girl-2004 · 8 months

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I was the last person lol. Sooo, fanfic idea because I swear to satan there none of these at all

Pelle and a regressed reader (0-2 preferably 2-4 months)

lots and lots of fluff because cuddles, I need all the cuddles

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐍𝐆𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐍

𖤐༺𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 ’𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝’ 𝐨𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐧༻𖤐

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Pelle Ohlin X GN!Reader(they/them pronouns)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Yes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Pelle comforting reader…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None :)

𝐀/𝐧: Hi! Thank you for your request! Pronouns weren’t specified and I don’t like assuming so I thought it was safe to go with GN. I hope you enjoy :))

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 218 words(short fic I am so sorry)

Pelle’s POV

I walked over to my little devil who was sound asleep in bed. They were cuddled up with their stuffed giraffe, tucked happily into the covers. That was until they started to stir and… cry?

They were crying? Probably another bad dream. My poor baby. I heard them make a noise for me, putting their arms out as they slowly awoke.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I cooed as I placed my hand on their back comfortingly, “have a bad dream again?”

They nodded in reply as tears started streaming down their cheeks. I wish I could stop the bad dreams. I wish I could fill their head with only the happiest dreams but sadly, in this fucked up world, I have no way of doing that.

So, I lay down on the bed, pulled them into my side with my arms protectively around them and just held them tight.

“You’re okay, I promise,” I said, kissing the top of their head, “I’d never let anything hurt you.”

I felt their breathing slowly go back to normal and the tears also slowly stopped.

And all of a sudden, all was quiet again. My little devil had fallen asleep again. I had stuff to do today for Mayhem but my baby is way more important.

My sleepy little baby.

#girl 2004 #metalhead #trve norwegian black metal #black metal #pelle ohlin #per yngve ohlin #dead #age regression #fanfic #writer #author #jack kilmer

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filmbropilled · 4 months

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he thought Saw (2004) was for 3 movies only!!!! he MAD!!!!!

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bl00dfroma-fairy · 13 days

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90s-2000s-barbie · 1 year

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Password Journal by Girl Tech (1999 - 2006) 📓

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aceamri · 8 months

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Imagine saying “He’s an old man the fuck is he gonna do?” And then you wake up in a saw trap not even a day after

#saw #john kramer #I watched saw x today I loved it #I saw my girl Amanda 🤭🤭#saw 2004 #jigsaw #amanda young #scared of old people

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tvandfilm · 7 months

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MEAN GIRLS (2004) Dir. Mark Waters

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smusherina · 2 months

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yard work - chapter 1 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 2

Summers spent cleaning the Georges' pool, mowing their lawn, fixing up their garage door, and giving the odd oil change to one of their cars was the norm for you. Your father had made it big as a self-made entrepreneur, climbing the ladder rung by rung all the way up from rock bottom, but he had ensured your upbringing reflected his humble roots. That meant that while you never had to go hungry like he did, your allowance was minimal. Enough for school lunch and a few dollars to spare.

Doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood had been your primary means of making money for the last couple of years. The block was pretty fancy, so not everybody wanted to hire some twerp with no experience when a professional was easily available. Even so, rich folk were surprisingly stingy. You had your own equipment, didn't ask for much and had a familiar face. The Georges were your longest-standing clients. Mowing their lawn in summer and shovelling their driveway in winter had been your job since you were thirteen.

That was probably the reason why Regina kept her distance instead of ridiculing you like everybody else. You went to the same high school, Northshore, but that was pretty much it. You hung around your own (loser) ilk and she had her (cool) troupe. She had this odd little clique with Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith. You didn't know much about the two girls and you couldn't really tell if Regina even liked them. They hung out so they had to have something in common, right? You were but an observer at the end of the day, no matter how your neighbourly vantage point gave you a glimpse into Regina's life.

You counted her ignoring you as a blessing. It would've cut deep to fall victim to her new ways. This persona wasn't that new, you had to admit, but when you'd known her since practically diapers, high school was a pretty new development. She'd never been what people would describe as sweet or nice, but this mean girl persona was on a whole other level.

To be fair, you could very well understand why Regina was the way she was. You knew Mr George. You'd sat at the same dinner table as him, had experienced first-hand how his presence weighed on his family. Especially on Regina. Your father was the same way, all sharp edges with no time for tenderness, not even- especially not for his daughter. That'd been the reason you'd gotten so close to Regina in the first place. Most of the time it was just Regina, her mom and you at their house. Mrs George left you two by yourselves a lot 'cause she had to take care of Kylie. You loved being at the Georges' house.

(Expect, of course, those select few times Mr George was also there. But that was rare. Regina didn't invite you over when he was home.)

And now it'd been reduced to this. You, fishing leaves from the pool. Regina, inside with her new friends. Mrs George, lounging on the patio with a virgin margarita, chatting with you when you rounded the pool closer to her. Kylie, probably in the sitting room dancing along to whatever they played on MTV.

You straightened from your slouched position and groaned at the ache in your back. You leaned back with your hands braced at your sides, trying to stretch out the crick.

"Mrs George?" You hollered and waved your arms in her direction.

"Yes, dear?" She brightened up, perching up in her sun bed.

"You mind if I put my headphones on while I mow the lawn?"

"Oh, sure, of course!" She waved a hand dismissively. "Remember the glasses! And once you're done why don't you have dinner with us?"

"I'll think about it, Mrs George." You smiled with thin lips, knowing you'd be turning the offer down. With that, you plugged your headphones into the Walkman at your hip and walked to the shed.

You wore the safety glasses obediently, knowing all it took to blind you was one unlucky pebble to the eye. Your dad had been sure to lecture you about workplace safety over the years, like every time you stepped foot in the shop, so at this point putting on embarrassing safety equipment was second nature.

The Georges had a big lawn. Stingy rich people, couldn't get one of those driveable mowers. You'd be pushing this cart around till nightfall, or something...

Usher's newest album blasting in your ears and the rumbling of the lawn mower muffling all background noise, you didn't notice her at first. By the time you caught sight of Regina standing on the patio stairs, looking your way, hands on her hips and a displeased frown on her lips, you feared you were too late.

You let the engine die and tugged your headphones away from your ears. "What?" You yelled across the pool.

She rolled her eyes before answering. "Mom wants you in for dinner."

"Oh," This had never happened before. Usually, Mrs George would come round to give you your payment, ask you to stay and you'd say no. She'd smile sadly and say "Maybe next time, sweetie".

"She made casserole," Regina said, inspecting her nails. What was for dinner was definitely not the reason for your hesitation.

"Uh, I don't wanna intrude-"

"You wouldn't have been invited if it was an intrusion, idiot." She cut in sharply. "Don't be rude." And so, she swept inside.

"Uh- I- I'll finish up as fast as I can!"

#mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls movie #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #mean girls x reader #wlw #lesbian regina george #fic: yard work

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