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Can we get stone × very silly reader headcanons? I'm talking making puns at every moment, teasing him no matter what. Constantly poking him, trying to make him mad.
• To be completely honest, Stone couldn’t help but chuckle at your small comments. But after of the time, he doesn’t.
• At times, he stares at you blankly. He confused on how you even come up with these things.
“Hey, Stone?” You spoke up, tilting your head to the side. Stone glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” He asked, turning to face you. “Last night, I dreamed I was swimming in an ocean of orange soda. But it was just a Fanta sea.” You said, holding your stomach, trying your best not to burst out laughing. Stone stayed silent, blinking slowly, like a frog. “I hate you.”
• Stone knew you were…high but you didn't smoke. He means it in a way that you were just always laughing about something. Not he minded hearing your laugh.
• He didn't quite understand you though. Stone couldn't put his finger on it. He wondered why you thought the way you did.
• Stone hates it when you make stupid jokes in a serious situation. He will never understand that.
• He also hates it when you tease him. And he knows you’re doing it on purpose. Taking his socks, stealing his cigarettes, everything. Stone held back on his tongue, knowing you were trying to be funny. But of course, he didn't find it funny.
“Stop it,” Stone muttered, turning over in his sleep. He grumbled, keeping his eyes shut tightly. “Stone..” You lightly whined, poking his cheek, a small smirk on your face. “Jesus..what do you want?” Stone asked, sighing as he slowly opened his eyes.
You stayed silent, staring down at his face. Then you let out a small giggle. Stone quickly was on edge. What did you do this time? He noticed that your hand was behind your back—indicating that you were hiding something. “What did you do?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Nothing…” You said, tilting your head to the side as you continued to giggle. “Whatever.” He said, rolling his eyes as he sat up. Stone signed, shaking his head. “Pass me that mirror..” He muttered. You nodded, reaching over and grabbing a cracked handheld mirror. “Thanks..” He grabbed it—and then he watched you quickly stand up and run off, laughing. “..weirdo,” Stone said, then looked into the mirror. “Oh come on!” He yelled. His face had markings on it, different types of shapes, and silly words.
• Stone was going to get revenge.