#meangirl!reader

☆ currently obsessed with meangirl!reader i love her. this is very inspired by @tiny_tobasco on tiktok's 'mean' girls girl series shes so meangirl!reader and i got inspired so hard. sfw n nsfw under the cut

nerd!gojo x mean girl!reader

sum: gojo is down bad for a girl he has no chance with! or maybe he does? either way he's grateful to breathe her air.

tw: gojo being obsessed, cursing, slight nsfw(if it's bad lmk), drugs, addiction reference

zeesnote: heyyyyy been bored and came up with this based on beyoncé back in the 2000s vibe, anyway tell me if it's trash and as always spark and enjoy!!

i remember the first time i saw her, she was sitting on a frat couch that she looked way too pristine for. the way her glossed lips were downturned as she looked into the crowd of drunk 20 something's, until her unimpressed glare met mine. and all of a sudden i couldn't help but see myself on my knees worshiping what looks like a goddess under the lighting of leds and strobe lights. i felt frozen in time as she scanned me from head to toe. when our eyes met it felt as if she gave me the first hit of an addictive drug that i would find taking all of my time and money. her approval and praise, no matter how little, was a high like nothing else. something i would chase until it was mine and mine only. then she looked away and my high went with it.

"you're pathetic," you giggle, and the sweet sound contrasts with the cruelty of the words you spit out from your pouted lips.

"y-yes--i-i-know," eddie's eyes close tightly as he swallows thickly.

"'m barely touching you. god, you're such a loser.." this time, you push your frilly-socked foot down harder on eddie's crotch as he leans forward, practically making out with your knee, kissing his way down to your soft, upper calf.

eddie nods, his cock throbbing in his jeans. he's practically humping your leg like a dog.

"j-just lemme--f-fuck!--i-jesus, " he barely chokes out, trying to speak but god, you smell so good, and you look so good, and your teasing him; rubbing his clothed cock with your foot as you make fun of how desperate he is. "j-just wanna be inside u, b-baby, please, please, please..." his hips buck when you speak again.

"dunno, daddy, u haven't earned it yet." u pout your glossy lips further, your words making him cum in his pants, his ringed fingers squeazing your upper thigh as he sits in front of you on the floor in front of your spot on the couch.

he’s so in love with you, from the day he first met you he can’t get enough.

he somehow weaseled his way into your life a little bit after you both had met, even though you would roll your eyes at him whenever he stammered out a, ‘hi’ to you in the cafeteria.

he literally will do anything for you ,, he worships the ground you walk on.

(this is before you start dating.. you are just ‘friends’ with him *wink wink*)

he’ll drive you to school, watching you apply lipgloss in front of your compact mirror.  his gaze always shifts to you as he watches you put the glossy makeup on your softly pouted lips.

he looks over at you again, biting his bottom lip before saying in a slightly breathy-tone, “you’re so beautiful, baby.”

you roll your eyes, seemingly annoyed, muttering an, “i know.”

he can tell you aren’t in the best mood ever (when were you really?), but he never wants to hear you stop talking. 

“ i-is that new? “ he motions his head towards the lipgloss as you fix the gloss, blotting it lightly on the pad of your french-tip manicured finger, a new acrylic set he bought for you with practically all of his money (even though your parents supplied you with enough cash and you got new nails done every two weeks).

you roll your eyes at his question, as though it’s an obvious answer. “ duh, this is ‘princess pink’ lipgloss, i was using ‘pomegranet pink.’ “ you apply a little bit more of it, and eddie squeazes your inner thigh with his ring-adorned fingers, rubbing it gently back and forth to ease the slight sting.

“it looks amazing on you, baby. wish i could see that lipgloss stain on me...” he mutters the last part, but you’re too busy pouting your lips in the mirror, admiring how you look to notice what he said.

okay, but speaking of eddie literally being in love with you, he will not pass up the opportunity to touch you. anywhere, anytime, any place. it doesn’t matter.

“rub my shoulders.” you say, and he does it immediately, rubbing the muscles with his stronger fingers. he has to urge himself not to kiss the bare skin.

you both have sleepovers a lot at his trailer, so he makes sure to keep all of your stuff in the bathroom. he even has a drawer dedicated to your clothing; even 3/4 of his closet is filled with your clothes (you have an abundance, let’s just say that because your closet at home is HUGE and filled). the other 1/4 of his closet is his stuff squished together to make room for your things.

and he doesn’t mind one bit. your clothes smell like you and he loves when his clothes start smelling like his favorite person.

after you shower in his bathroom, you’re texting your friends as you get into bed, eddie just looking at you with so much love (his head on the pillow and chest/abdomen bare; showing his inky tattoos) as he observes your facial features.

he brings your feet into his lap and rubs them, kissing them gently as you giggle at whatever your friend said. 

he’s constantly laying kisses on your body anywhere, but you don’t care one bit. in fact, you love it. you love the attention he gives you, and you kinda start to feel yourself fall for him. you aren’t worried about ruining your reputation or whatever because you believe that, ‘only losers are worried about their reputation being ruined’. 

he’ll kiss your hand up to your wrist, arm, then shoulder as you talk on the phone with your cheerleader friend in his bed.

okay. now.

eddie loves to touch you.

sooo, he literallly will beg to eat you out to make you feel less stressed if its like exams season.

he’s literally on his knees in front of you as you sit on the bed.

he kisses your knees and the tops of your thighs, rubbing your calves. “please, princess. i’ll make you feel so good..”

and of course, you says yes. 

and guys. he spends the whole night with his head between your thighs as you yank and tug on his hair, grinding on his face.

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he’ll shampoo and condition your hair when you’re relaxing in the bathtub, rubbing your shoulders as he sits on the marble ledge (it’s your bathtub) whilst candles are lit. (you guys aren’t dating yet so you don’t allow him to get into the warm water with you). 

also, whenever you’re busy studying, he’ll ask you if you need anything and you’ll just say something like, “get me a water.” and of course he will. he’s basically jogging to that kitchen to get you what you want.

you shoo him away afterwards, though :,)).

going back to how he does literally anything for you (now you both are dating):

it’s a hot day, and all you want is a cold treat. your body is glistening with a sheen of sweat in eddie’s trailer as you both lie on his couch (he’s strumming his guitar, your feet in his lap).

you sit up, planting a small kiss on his warm neck, then brush your fingers gingerly through the loose strands of his hair that’s out of his messy, low, man-bun. “go get me a slushie. thanks, baby,” you kiss his cheek and he blushes a deeper pink before quickly setting his guitar down and then standing up. he kisses your pouted lips gently, saying bye and then heading to his car to the 7/11 to get you your treat. he makes sure to get a medium cherry slushie and strawberry twizzlers because they are your favorite.

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now, if you want a $50 coffee from out of town that will take him about a three hour round trip to get, he will get it. 

“‘s just that--w-well, sweetheart, it’s kind of a far drive..” he reasons. you’re currently straddling his hips, twirling his hair around your finger. God, it’s incredibly hard to say ‘no’ to you.

 so, you pout at him, “you don’t want me to be sad, right, baby?”

he quickly shakes his head, “n-no,”

you smile sweetly, kissing the pads of his fingers which make his mind go numb. “so you should be a good boyfriend an’ get it for me..you’re always so good to me, why stop now?” you whine softly, intertwining your fingers together and running your other hand up and down his arm, tugging at his soft spot as he gives in.

so, the next morning he leaves at 4:30, getting your coffee and keeping it warm in a thermos before changing it to a pink plastic coffee cup to bring to school for you. 

now about school.

he carries your books, bags, and coffee around school for you; standing behind you whenever you stops to talk to friends.

he kisses your cheek before leaving for class if you both don’t have one together. 

and obviously, you both are OBSESSED with each other’s touch and love.

you’re forcefully making out by your locker, not caring if anyone will inevidably see. because, look; if anyone dares to speak bad about him to you or your relationship, you will literally end them. not like kill them (unlike eddie if he caught someone talking to or about you (in negative way mainly)) but you will sabotage their reputation/legacy.

he goes to class with your lipgloss stained on his upper and lower lip, and his friends tease him for it. he doesn’t care at all because he is finally with you.. he will wear it with pride (along with the hickeys you suck on to his skin). 

whenever you want him to get something you just pull that same look like;

“baby, go get me a lemonade,” stroking his arm, giving him puppy-dog eyes that he can’t say no to. not like he would anyway.

obviously, he gets up from his seat at the lunch table and gets it for you.

oh, and you sit in his lap literally any singular chance you get. 

he’ll stroke your waist, kiss your neck; just love on you.

okay, speaking of the Hellfire Club.

you try not to interrupt him during one of his campaign meetings because you are nice in certains situations and you want him to have fun, but one day you find out about these super cute heels that just got released from this big brand and need a ride to go shopping.

so, you interrupt his game; swinging the drama club door open and saying. ‘eds, we’re going to the mall.’ he quickly shoots up from his seat at the front of the table and says his goodbyes to everyone as they groan.

about his friends; they wouldnt dare say anything bad about you or your guys’ relationship because they literally are scared to see him get frustrated or angry.

(for ex:  you’ll whine an, “eddieee, let’s go!”, when he’s talking to his friends. he’s your ride home and you want to take a nap with him! you stomp your foot on the ground to emphasize your point, and because you’re wearing heels, it sounds more intimidating than it is. and guess what? his friends say nothing as he says a quick goodbye to them, wanting to spend time with you.)

imagining her sitting on eddie's lap at lunch; his ringed hand smoothing up and down the side of her thigh, his other hand running up and down her back as they sloppily makeout <33 she gives mean glares to anyone that interrupts them <33

AND AND!! she struts up to jason and his friends, dragging eddie behind her with his hand in hers, her heels clacking on the ground, mini purse in between the crook of her elbow as she makes eddie stand behind her as she yells at jason, cursing at him with her glossy lips because he called eddie a freak (specifically because he had the nerve to even call him a freak when she was standing there next to him)

eddie's all flustered, 1) because he likes seeing her angry 2) because she is standing up for him and 3) because he's a little embarrassed--not about her but about the fact that he feels like a kid standing nervously behind his mom as she yells at her child's bully to get an apology or something. whenever eddie reaches out to gently tug on reader's elbow when jason rolls his eyes and she gets angrier, he's all; "c'mon, baby, 's oka---"

before she cuts him off with her manicured pointer finger in the air behind her back, "shut up!" she speaks sternly and quickly, and eddie obliges quickly, shutting his mouth and nodding even though she can't see it.