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unconfidentra · 2 years

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Same anon who asked for the trio poly headcanons! Would you be okay with writing how each of their first kisses with eachother went? (As in the first kiss between Stone and Skipp, then Stone and Vinnie, then Vinnie and Skipp)

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Stone and Skipp

Stone literally shredded his feet into the damp pavement below, side stepping the various pieces of garbage littered around the ‘oh so familiar’ he’d like to call home. But to be honest it was where he chain smoked and chugged down alcohol like it was a sport. If one were to ask him how much he frequented this place he’d probably drink five whole bottles before even responding to them.

He had already placed himself on a dreadful smelling dumpster lid, fiddling with his cigarette pack only to find he had one cigarette left. As if it couldn’t get worse Skipp had been trailing Stone the whole day. It’s not like he didn’t like Skipp’s presence, it was just that he was somewhat extra needy today. Asking him unnecessary and pointless questions, as if he, the local drunkard, knew everything about anything.

“Stone, what are you doing?” Skipp curiously blinked up at Stone, fidgeting around with his fingers.

“Well, I was about to smoke,” He’d shake the cigarette pack at Skipp, the single cigarette rattling within the small box.

He already started to light the cigarette, hearing the rhythmic flicks of the lighter, slowly breathing the cancer stick in before letting out a large, recessive, cloud of smoke. Skipp lifted himself up on the dumpster lid, placing himself right next to Stone, giddily kicking his legs back and forth.

Suddenly, Skipp broke Stone out of his aura, lightly tapping him on his forearm. Stone slowly turned to him, blinking expectantly at him, waiting for them to talk.

“Could I have one?” He’d ask hesitantly, pointing at the cigarette.

“Ah, sorry that was my last one,” He’d show Skipp the empty cigarette pack, casually shoving it in his pocket to continue to smoke the last bit of nicotine before tossing it on the ground below.

“Oh, that's okay, I can compromise,” Skipp giggled, and innocently smiled at Stone. Stone would mentally scratch the side of his head at the sight of this, confused at what he was getting at.

“What do you mean by-” Smoke still clouded around Stone’s lungs, soft hands grasping both of his cheeks bringing his lips to Skipp’s. The smoke flowed out of his mouth, whisking its way into Skipp’s mouth, breezing against his tongue until he finally released, letting the smoke finally part from his lips, the haze of smoke and nicotine surrounding them both.

This would have been a cute moment if Stone wasn’t utterly flabbergasted, his jaw literally almost hitting the floor, frozen in fear and confusion.

Skipp giggled at this, coughing a bit from the leftover nicotine, “You okay there buddy?” Stone could only let out a little mumbled wheeze at this, which made Skipp chuckle, giving him a peck on the cheek to be on his way, which struck Stone out of his frozen-like trance.

Stone and Vinnie

The trio had just finished robbing some innocent townsfolk, stashing the money in an empty barrel. It wasn’t the most secret place per say, but being that they lived in an alleyway without many options, one could say it would do for now. You would probably think relaxing would be the best choice, since they tired themselves out with robbing people, although for Vinnie she couldn’t help but find joy in pestering Stone for no reason at all.

“Vinnie, please, I’m just trying to relax,” Stone groaned loudly, gripping his nose in frustration. He’d been drinking all day, sloshing liquor down like it was no tomorrow, as if he didn’t do that every moment of his life.

“Oh c’mon, you can relax later,” she’d playfully shove him on his arm, “lets just, I dunno, hang out?” As much as convincing as Vinnie was, she wasn’t able to break past the concentrated, cold wall that Stone was.

Stone grumbled at this, rolling his eyes at her trying to find another spot to shield himself from her relentless jabbing at him.

Vinnie just continued in her hot pursuit of walking alongside him, pondering anything up to bother him in the slightest.

“Stone?” “Hey Stonee?” “STOONE!” She’d continue to call out his name with a grin plastered on her face.

“WHAAT?!” He’d shout angrily, almost ripping out his hair at this point.

“Hi,” She’d chuckle, sending a little wave his way that stupid smirk still on her face.

He’d frown, “I outta knock you over the head with this bottle,” he’d waver the base of the bottle at her, before placing it back into a pocket within his trenchcoat, whispering small curses under his breath.

Sadly for him, Vinnie was up for a little challenge, or in this case a playful tussle. Before she even started, Stone saw that competitive look in her eye, trying his best to get away but he was ultimately yanked back by Vinnie.

“Nono, Vinnie!” He shrieked, chuckling a bit as he was put into a headlock by the shorter girl and having her knuckles rubbed up painfully against his head, displacing his almost perfect hair making it somewhat messy like hers.

He’d struggled out of her grasp, tripping over and falling on his back, bringing Vinnie along with him.

As she fell down at rapid speeds their lips both touched solemnly now, brushing up and shuffling against each other in some sort of makeshift kiss. Vinnie quickly brought herself to her feet, standing up, realizing what Stone and her had just kissed.

It was like her whole world came crashing down, Vinnie was now the one dumbfounded, she couldn’t have just kissed Stone, could she?

“Ew, did I just kiss you?” She’d rubbed her forearm, looking around in confusion. Whilst Stone was still on the ground, blinking up at her.

Her tone soon shifted in some sort of sly, mocking way, “Wanna do it again?”

“No,” He’d grumbled, rubbing his scuffed cheek, damaged from the fall.

“Mm, your loss buddy,” She’d giggle, shrugging and reaching her hand out, helping him up to his feet without hesitation.

“I’m in the mood for a drink, let's head down to the pub,” He’d said calmly, ruffling his hair back into place walking out of the alleyway.

“Oh c’mon, you're always in the mood for a drink,” She’d playfully poke him with her elbow, following along with him.

“I know, that's the point,” This time Stone elbowed her playfully in the stomach, as they both trotted off into some unseen sunset.

Vinnie and Skipp

It was daybreak, the sun was making its rounds over the crooked, misshapen horizon. Vinnie yawned, shuffling herself out of the tent she slept in, trekking back and forth before she finally steadied herself against a wall. She realized it was way too early to be walking out of the alleyway, so she placed herself on a messily placed barrel within the alleyways comforting walls.

She calmly inhaled and exhaled, brushing her head against the barren wall, using it as a standby pillow. But for some reason, something didn’t feel right, oh that's right, she recalled Skipp and Stone to be sleeping. Or at least she was certain Stone was, since you could hear him snoring obnoxiously in the tent from here. But when she least expected it, a shadowy figure flashed across the corner of her eye, making her tense up. She’d look around frantically searching for the person of cause before they appeared right in front of her.

“Hi!” A cheery voice called out a few inches away from her, making her shriek and almost fall off the unsteady barrel. It was no other than Skipp himself.

“Woah, you okay there?” He held Vinnie’s forearm firmly, but gently. She watched as his fingers slowly brought out each individual digit to uncurl them in the brash fist they were placed before in. He slowly slid his own fingers between the gaps in hers, clasping her hand in a tight embrace. Basically holding her hand.

As their eyes interlocked Vinnie couldn’t shake the thought of being in absolute awe and shock, not to mention the huge mood of whatthefuckery. Her cheeks flushed a bright tomato red, or maybe like a firetruck red? Whatever it was, it was red.

She quickly tried to bring herself out of this flustered trance, trying to play ‘I’m just too cool for the Romeo and Juliet love-story, bullshit’ card. Vinnie would soon plaster on a cocky facade, rolling her eyes at the hand holding gesture.

She’d put on a high-pitch squeaky voice, “Oh Skipp, you really know how to make a girl blush!” She’d turn her head to the side covering her cheeks with her unheld hand before bursting out laughing. Although she was sort of mocking him she didn’t mean it in some sort of assholery way. Jokes are jokes, right?

“Well if you say so!” He’d happily chuckle at this, letting go of her hand and pulling himself to her side.

“So like I was wondering if we could, you know?” He’d start off, whispering to her, embarrassed.

“Could what?” She’d giggle at his uncertainness, playing it off as if she didn’t know what he wanted from her.

“Well you know, like, the thing-” He was soon interrupted by being pulled closer to the girl herself, inches away from her nose.

“Oh c’mere, ya dork,” She’d give him a small peck on the cheek, rolling her eyes at his shyness.

As Skipp pulled away, he conjured up a little scheme of his own, he gently snatched the side of her face, bringing it to his lips and peppering thousands of kisses on it.

“WAIT WAIIT- IT TICKLES!” She’d giggle loudly, kicking her heels against the barrel she sat upon, playfully trying to squirm out of his unknown kiss attack upon her messy cheek.

#ramshackle #vinnie #stone #skipp #first kiss #polyamory #fanfic #fluff

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unconfidentra · 2 years

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If you're still open for requests, how about some Vinnie x Stone x Skipp headcanons?

Yes, I'm still open, thank you for requesting!!

Vinnie most likely brought the group together, finding Stone first and then just stumbling across Skipp deciding he could join as well.

Vinnie barely knew about anything other than stealing, Stone had to teach her things such as reading and writing and counting, (she still doesn’t know how to) seeing as he was the only one who came from a rich background, in which he has an excellent education.

Stone feels more comfortable around Skipp then he does with Vinnie, he and Skipp probably starting dating first without telling Vinnie. When she finally found out, (Vinnie’s oblivious I know) she buggered her way into their relationship, having Skipp to convince Stone.

Not surprisingly Vinnie and Stone fight a lot, its usually about dumb shit. Skipp is basically what's holding their whole relationship together, he's mainly the glue, making sure things don’t get too heated between both of them and being there to comfort them in their darkest moments.

Vinnie is a loveable jackass, her love language is obviously receiving gifts and is motivated by anything money related. Expectantly she has quite the temper, anger issues are just added to the long list of her traits, and you bet she's willing to fight anyone for the sake of Stone or Skipp. Although this does not include all the stupid fights Stone has had to drag her out of. Vinnie isn’t for ‘sappy romantic bullshit’ as she calls it, although she’ll be the one giving off the mood in certain situations. She’ll literally come along for anything, romantic boat ride you say? She’s the one making it unromantic and absolutely chugging beers on and off turning it into a party boat, then falling off the boat five minutes later, making Stone and Skipp having to drag her out of the river whilst insisting she's fine the whole time.

Stone is as well a realist asshole with a hidden softer side, he rarely shows it to the others although that doesn’t mean he won’t do small acts of gratitude for Vinnie and Skipp. His love language is small acts of service, having someone do something for him would be heavenly as he has been doing things for people his whole life. It's no secret Stone is on the cold and affection avoiding side, he's not for having big plans made over him, the most he’ll do with them is sharing a cigarette on a shabby rooftop or chugging down whiskey in a stinky alleyway until daybreak.

Skipp is way softer than the other two, he's very clingy for one, showing affection to about anyone no matter the circumstance. His personal victim is Stone. His love languages would be physical touch and quality time. Skipp definitely joins Stone on his smoke breaks, although he’d rather smoke weed than smoke cigarettes, it's more relaxing to him. Skipp is very on the overly romantic side, he’ll go all out for the others, imagine him serenading the others with his air mandolin in a gondola with romantic candle light to help set the mood.

Since the trio are homeless, they are inclined to live in an alleyway in a cozy little tent they constructed out of various objects. It's an alleyway so I imagine the tent to be even more closed in and not that roomy or spacious at all.

#ramshackle #romance #vinnie #skipp #stone #headcanon

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unconfidentra · 2 years

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Could I request Ditch x Vinnie, it would be nice to have a scenario where they're not on the verge of killing each other, something like they're sharing a moment of peace with one another, would be great! Third person please and thanks again!

No problem, I hope you enjoy the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Strolling down the darkened, stinky fucking alleyways of her shit stain of a hometown was a normal occurance for Vinnie, infact you could say she would live, breathe and then die in these wretched alleyways. As much as this task was a daily occurrence, the upcoming one was not. She had to meet her greatest enemy, her mano a’ mano, her ying to her yang, the one and fucking only, Ditch.

At this point, she didn’t even know how she got wrapped up in this shit show in the first place. All she knew was that she was going to meet up with this local asshole. Although, in her words, ‘local asshole’ wasn’t enough to describe how much of a shitty, horrible person this guy was. Almost everyone in Ramshackle knew how powerful Ditch was with his gang, he had accumulated at least thirty members, although it might not sound like a lot in retrospect, try getting beat down in a darkened alley, just like this one, and living.

Everyone would stride around, kissing Ditch’s ass, the only exception to that was Vinnie, she wasn’t much for bowing down to authority figures if you could even call Ditch that. She would defy Ditch for the rest of her life if she could, but in this circumstance, she couldn’t anymore. On this stupidly cold night, she agreed to meet Ditch in this stupid fucking alleyway. But everything in this godforsaken town was cold, and so was she. Eugh, now she was starting to sound like Stone.

Nomatter how much of a big baller Ditch wanted to seem like, Vinnie knew deep down, that he was just some two-timer wannabe. She’d been sitting here for an hour waiting, he was late which was unusual for him. But he’d always just play it off with being so busy it made it seem somewhat normal. Although Vinnie did agree to meet him alone, she wasn’t that much of a dumbass, she made sure Stone and Skipp were nearby in case of the occasion that she got mugged.

Vinnie perked up at the sound of slow yet hard footsteps, approaching and getting louder and brasher with every step. As much as she wanted to look over her shoulder and see if it was Ditch, she didn’t want to seem so slap-happy and relieved that it was him. So she just breathed in and slumped herself further against the clammy stone brick wall, hoping the feeling of upcoming dread would go away as soon as her little transaction was through.

And there he was, standing there ever proudly, his silhouette transfixed on the outside of the alleyway. She kept herself hidden at first, her form taken over by the darkness, before taking a breather to start the unpleasant interaction.

“So you're finally here, huh?” Vinnie would speak up, revealing herself from the shadows, casually glaring at Ditch.

“Oh Vinnie, do ya really have to take that tone with me?” He’d coo out in a sly, condensing manner.

“After all, I held up my end of the bargain,” He’d shake the small briefcase, rattling whatever was inside it.

Vinnie’s face would drop in a disappointed scowl, “Whatever, just, hand it over,” She’d try to avoid his stare, placing her hand out in a grabby motion.

“Since you asked so nicely, sure-” He’d slowly move the briefcase over to her hand, before yanking it back.

“NOT!” He’d burst out into a small fit of laughter before having it subside.

This only made Vinnie scowl more, gripping her hands in frustration and holding back all her will to punch this clown in the face.

“C’mon now Vinnie, I’m not a dumbass like you,” He’d point to her, lifting a brow up and smirking.

“Did ya really think I’d just hand it over?” The question was rhetorical on its own, of fucking course he wouldn’t, he's an ass. A pure figure of assholery, this guy could even be the king of it.

“Now hand over the money,” His sly and slick voice soon changed into a more threatening and darkened tone.

She’d flare her nostrils at him before patting her pockets for the money, and it surprisingly was not there.

“It’s not-” She’d now check her pockets again frantically, despite it not being there before.

“What, it’s not there?” He’d raise his eyebrows like he expected this, almost like, he planned this to be an outcome.

“Didn’t know the pickpocket could be pickpocketed, but that's just a new level for you isn’t it?” He’d shrug, whistling out, placing his hands behind his back, and rocking back and forth on his heels.

Vinnie froze, letting her eyes widen in realization before getting into some sort of squatting fighting position, frantically looking around, just waiting for Ditch’s lackeys to drift out of the shadows and beat her to pieces.

“Relaax, it's just you and me,” He’d flicked his index finger to himself and then Vinnie.

“What do you want?” Vinnie put it short and bluntly she wasn’t one to mess around, knowing Ditch.

Ditch let out a small chuckle, scoffing before offering his hand out to Vinnie, wiggling his eyebrows like a dork.

“Follow me,” He’d point towards his left, out of the alley gesturing with his head.

Vinnie would actually consider it, minutes would go by as her hand slowly approached his, before suddenly coming back to reality and yanking it away.

“I’m good,” She’d say nonchalantly, nodding to herself, shifting away from Ditch.

He’d roll his eyes in response to this, swiftly placing his hand back into his pocket, turning his back to her, and tipping his hat to her.

“Well, I guess I’ll just see you around,” There was no way he would leave that easy, especially if it involved money, the rumor about Ditch eating all the money he collected from people still drifted around Ramshackle.

That's when Ditch decided it would be a great idea to snatch Vinnie’s free hand and drag her out of the alleyway. She shrieked, being thrown off balance as she dragged, trying to catch up to Ditch’s running pace.

“Let go- WOAH!” Vinnie tried to pull away from Ditch only for her will to fall to the law of gravity as she was being pulled away once more. She was taken through various alleyways, stretched out in their elongated forms before she was pulled through an alleyway that led to the outskirts of the large town. Unfortunately for Ditch, he didn’t see it coming, causing him to trip, taking Vinnie down with him as she fell on top of him, literally almost crushing his ribs. She watched on top of him as the briefcase tumbled out of his hands and fell a few feet away from where they landed.

Her eyes quickly widened as her pupils became small, she made no hesitation to shove Ditch down, running over him as she picked up the briefcase greedily, only for Ditch to snatch it out of her hands once again.

“Give that back!” She’d shouted, groaning as she made rapid grabs for it, only to be unsuccessful every time. Ditch pressed his hand firmly against her forehead making her fall back on her bottom.

“Ya want it?” He’d question teasingly, wiggling it infront of her face.

“Come and get it!” He’d laugh before running off into the moonlight-lit grassy field.

Vinnie audibly groaned clenching her teeth before chasing the boy through the field, he had an advantage since this was pretty tall grass and he was a fucking gremlin stature-wise. She’d hesitantly sink her hand into the tall grass, watching as it emerged into the green.

Suddenly, her hand was snatched again and she was seized into a grassy doom. She screamed but it was muffled by the inch-close grass. Unsure of what was on the other side, she panicked rightfully, only to have a cushion once she fell. Not surprisingly it was Ditch, although this time his and her face were inches apart. Like some stupid romanic rom-com novel scene, you’d find in a back of a shitty bookstore. Her face would drop and soon became red, flustered from the whole moment.

“Hey~” He’d smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at her to only suggest something he could conjure up in his wildest dreams. A kiss.

“NO-” She’d shove her hand into his face, smushing it and pulling away from him. Rolling over and whilst he was distracted, she grasped the briefcase, holding it tight against her chest and cracking it open, waiting for some candy to fall out of it only for it to be a pair of rocks.

She’d felt her face drop and mouth hang open in shock, only for her shock to be clouded by anger.

“Are you- KIDDING ME?!?” She’d shouted, clenching her teeth together, gripping her fists until her knuckles turned white.

“I did this, all for NOTHING?! She’d sit back onto the grassy hill field below her elbows on her knees, wallowing in her shame.

“Hey, it’s not nothing, you had a pretty nice night,” Ditch decided to sit right next to her, elbowing her nonchalantly like they were old pals.

She grumbled, bending her head over so her arms were covering the lower part of her face, she made sure to scoot away from him, trying her best to avoid his gaze.

“C’mon, don’t get all in the dumps about it, here,” He’d fish in his pockets for something before pulling out a singular candy and offering it to Vinnie.

She slowly let down her shield of solitude, taking it out of Ditch’s hand before covering her face with her arms again, letting out a muffled thanks as she put the candy in her mouth.

“What was that?” It was obvious Ditch was just fucking with her or wanted to get a funny reaction, what an asshat, literally.

She sighed, pulling her arms back behind her to use to balance on the ground.

“I said thanks.” She’d itch her arm, letting out a small breather.

“Your welcome,” He said this whilst slyly placing a singular candy into his mouth himself, resting against the cool, night grass.

The atmosphere drifted out around these two, although it's way more fun and plausible to tear each other's throats out on sight. They would have a moment of solitude and peace for one measly night.

#ramshackle #ditch #vinnie #romance #fanfic #rivals

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