Ramshackle (Stone) x reader

Graveyard Cuddles (Stone x reader)

Author note: This may or may not be a bit more...lemony...but no further than cuddling and neck kisses!

After years of getting to know each other, you and Stone were quite the pair and preferred to hang out with each other outside of the company of Skipp and Vinnie as you two were more quiet and easy going. You decided to go for a smoke at the graveyard, you both sat against a headstone and lit a cigarette and watched as the moon started to slowly make its appearance. 

You drag the cigarette and pull your knees to your chest whilst resting your back on the headstone, Stone glanced at you, raising an eyebrow at your position. "I know this place is quiet, but you don't have to turn into a corpse." He said, looking forward again as he continued to take slow drags from his cigarette. He exhaled, blowing the smoke out from his nose.

You look at him confused and take the cigarette out of your mouth "What do you mean?"

He rolled his eyes, glancing back at you. "You're sitting completely still and quiet, not moving an inch. Usually that's something corpses do." He commented, his voice low. A bit of sarcasm dripped from his words.

"Tch, I can't sit still without being insulted? Man, your gonna insult me everyday when I die and am eternally sitting still." You responded with the same sarcasm. 

He snorted, a subtle smirk coming to his face. "Oh, I most definitely won't stop even after you're dead. Insulting you is fun." He teased, flicking his cigarette off into the distance somewhere.

"Well then, I'll just write on your headstone something like...I dunno, 'Stone sucks ass!'" You respond snarkily.

He rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms over his chest as he let out a 'tch' of annoyance. "Don't even try me. I can and will slander you at your funeral. Even death isn't gonna fix that smart mouth of yours, you know."

You raise an eyebrow. "What if you die first?"

"Then I'll just haunt you. Nothing is going to stop me." He responded, a subtle grin on his lips to show he's just messing around. He leaned his head back, looking at you with the same expression.

"Pffft, you as a ghost would be trippy."

Stone rolled his eyes and let out an amused huff. "Oh come on, you'd love me as a ghost. I'd have to deal with you all the time anyways." He responded, putting his hands on the grass to support himself.

You flick your finished cigarette to the side "Eh, your right, though it'd be YOU stick with me". you say with a sly smile.

He smirked, glancing at you with amusement. "Oh really? Well as a ghost I can easily pick up all of your precious stuff and move it around. You'll never get anything done again, you little rascal." He said playfully, tilting his head to the side slightly as he observed the look on your face.

"I'll just get you to do my chores." You state.

He hummed. "Oh, really?" He asked, his tone almost taunting now. "And how are you going to force a ghost to do chores? I have zero physical form, what are you gonna do? Slap me with a broom?" He inquired teasingly. The Scrap let out a low chuckle, amused by his own little jab at you.

You pout "I'll just find whatever unfinished business you have and force you to work if you want me to help you with it."

"Oh-ho, I see." He replied. "You really think you can do that? Bold assumption there. You'll never know my unfinished business!" He said, raising an eyebrow in amusement at your antics. "I'll give you a hint, it's probably something sad you'll pity me for. You know damn well you'll help me out." His tone was still playful, his eyes gleaming softly in the moonlight.