Crush- Ramona Campbell x Reader
Summary: inspo by the Ethel Cain song but u and Ramona yearn hard for eachother
There were many sweltering afternoons like this. You and Ramona lounge across from eachother in the bay window, noses buried in your respective books and occasionally stealing glances.
Your knees occasionally knock against eachother mindlessly. At one point your hand rests on the seat. Lightly grazing the outside of her ankle. Your thumb, subconsciously, lifts to rub lightly on the skin there. You don’t even notice your doing until you feel Ramona staring daggers into the cover of your book. You lower it slightly to find her gaze. You’re confused why her soft brown eyes are so fixated on you. Your eyes flicker to where you touch her, and embarrassingly retreat your hand with a hushed apology.
She responds even quieter, “no it’s okay,”
You blush slightly as you return your eyes to the yellowed pages in front of you. But you find yourself unable to read, being able to think only of how soft her skin was and how electrifying it felt to have her stare at you like that.
She cracks the window and pulls a joint from the back pocket of her jeans. She places the filter between her lips and flicks the lighter on. You watch as she inhales and exhales deeply. She made smoking look so sexy. A moment after ogling how her lips purse as she blows the smoke out, you build up the courage to ask her for a hit.
Her eyes flicker from the window to you.
“Yeah of course, C’mere.”
She drops her book face down on her thigh and hooks her free hand on the underside of your knee to pull you closer. You gasp lightly at the contact. She brings the joint up to your lips. Her two fingers touch lightly on your lips as you take a long exaggerated drag. Her eyes flit between your eyes and your lips. She pulls the joint away as you let the smoke simmer in your lungs. She rests her hands on your knee, rubbing with her thumb as you did with her ankle. You lift your chin to let the smoke out the window, her eyes still intensely locked on you.
“Good?” She asks softly, tilting her head in a way you can only describe as seductive.
You laugh, partially feeling the affects of the strong weed hit already and also in attempt to hide your blush.
God, maybe there was something in this weed but you were absolutely whipped for Ramona Campbell
This isn’t my usual spiderman fics but I watched Sterling point and I’m absolutely obsessed so here’s this. Lmk if u like it! Likely gonna make more + back to regularly scheduled programing 😻
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