falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

I'm sort of sitting here just sobbing over this prompt.

:D :D Thanks. Glad you liked it!

I've been wanting to see this pairing for ever!
Great job, A!A

I want a possessive and protective Butch, who can't stand it when the FLW is around/talking to other males. Not just a little irritated at her multiple relationships and friendships across the wasteland, but him becoming downright bitter about it. His pride is too much for him to tell her what's really bothering him when she shows concern for his attitude.

I'd prefer a good!karma LW but if the A!A wants to make it so that he's following her, neutral-bordering-on-good would be fine too.

Bonus points if the LW isn't girly at all and kind of rough around the edges.

Yay! Take your time A!A, this prompt basically requires a chaptered story, I am absolutely will to wait.

I know it's a bit late for your birthday. But I think I can do this. :) well I will try anyway. :)

ugh, this prompt is wonderful.

Not the OP, but I imagine Butch would embroider the Tunnel Snake logo onto some Sexy Sleepwear. :)

I would love to see this.

Vault-Tec Industries
Pip-Boy Model 3000
User Log Entry

∙ The tapes haven’t answered our questions at all. We felt it was best to take a look around the area. There had to be some answers that weren’t recorded.

[C:GP_08.exe
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“I’m surprised you wanted to do this,” Veronica said as she pointed the camera at Layla. The sun was high overhead as they walked along the cracked road west of the Strip.

“I just want to find out what happened,” Layla responded, then turned and pointed a suspicious look at the girl holding the camera. “Why are you surprised?”

“Because you’re a total wuss, and this situation’s all freaky.”

The Courier stuck her hands on her hips.

“You’re just as big of a baby about this kind of stuff as I am,” she grumbled. The minor sneer on her face sunk into a worried frown as she looked around the area.

“Do you think we should have asked Raul to come with us?” Layla asked as she wrapped her arms around herself. “Or waited until Boone got home?”

“Boone’s not due back for almost a week, and Sheldon isn’t going to wait forever for us to figure this out,” Veronica said as she focused the camera on the power station they were walking by. “We already know there’s some well-dressed crazy hanging around. We just need to make sure he doesn’t catch us off guard and we’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know…” Layla said, still sounding worried. “We don’t even know for sure if that guy attacked Terry. And that last tape freaked me out. It was like he was a completely different person.”

“Do you want to turn back?” Veronica asked, panning back to the Courier. “We don’t have to do this.”

“Do you want to go home?” Layla asked. There was a brief pause before either spoke.

“I want to know what scared Terry so badly,” Veronica said firmly. “What about you?”

“Yeah, let’s keep going,” Layla said. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We could get murdered.”

“Yeah, but that could happened anywhere. Might as well be here.” The shorter girl turned back in Veronica’s direction, then looked at the camera. “Is that thing on?”

“Sure is,” the other girl answered. The courier glared into the lens.

“Turn it off; I’m gonna go crazy if I know you’ve got that thing on me the whole time.”

“I’m getting this all on tape. I want everyone to see how incredibly brave I was and how much of a puss you were.”

“Oh please,” Layla groused. “You’ll be screaming and crying just as bad as I will. Now turn that thing off.”

“Fine, you big baby.”

The video cut off.

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“Are you getting it?” Layla whispered as the camera struggled to focus in the dark.

“Shine your light on it.”

There was a click followed by a low hum as Layla switched on her Pip-Boy light. The camera’s image was bathed in an eerie yellow glow as the Courier aimed the light. There were standing in the ‘wind brahmin’ corral. The view lands on the nightkin who’d been selling the tumbleweed, lying dead on the ground.

“What do you think happened?’ Layla said, voice still quiet.

“Maybe someone didn’t want to buy a wind brahmin,” Veronica answered.

“Yeah… That makes sense,” the Courier said a she moved closer, examining the body. “These look like knife wounds, but some of them are really high and at odd angles.”

“Like someone very tall did it,” Veronica pointed out.

Layla looked up at that, then wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’m going to turn this thing off for now,” the scribe said.

The Courier nodded as she looked at the dead nightkin again, then the picture cut out.

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“I know I said I didn’t want this thing on…” Layla’s voice cut in as the image focused on the far wall of a room, lit by a nearby lantern. “But it kinda feels like someone else is here when it’s going.”

“Veronica’s asleep,” she continued quietly. “That witch won the rock, paper, scissors after having the gall to demand we stay the night.”

The image shifted and moved as the camera was picked up. It panned over the interior of the farmhouse Terry had been in. Veronica lay sleeping on a bed a few feet away.

The image moved again, coming to a halt as the camera was set down on a table. The Courier moved around and sat on a chair further away, still in view.

“Tony always told me to sing a goofy song if I got creeped out,” Layla whispered. “Of course my other brothers would just try to scare me worse.”

The house creaked as the wind blew outside, and the Courier pulled her leg up to her chest.

“What puts the kick in and chicken,” she started singing quietly, “the magic in June?” There was another creak in the building, and her singing got louder. “It’s just Elmer’s Tune…”

She trailed off as the wind continued blowing and the lantern flame flickered. As the light shifted, one large shadow grew on the wall. It wavered for a moment, the moved toward Layla. It passed over her, then disappeared.

The video ended.

Tags: Arcade, f!courier
Summary: Arcade nerdgasms over the discovery of a library full of books.

Glorious. Arcade stared at the spectacle before him and for the first time in his life he knew what it meant to be truly dazzled. Every where he looked, every corner, every shelf, every flat surface was occupied by a beautiful, pristine, perfectly perfect work of art. The room started to go dark before he remembered he had to breathe now and then.

Books. Everywhere he looked, a new tome he hadn't read yet. Leather bound, gold embossed, every color, every size, billions upon billions of ideas and words and stories and knowledge---it was like something out of a fairytale or a dream or a drugged out hallucination brought on by one of Cass' inconvenient attempts to get him laid.

He pinched himself. Was this just a dream? Was it a cruel cruel joke played by his own mind? Fuck it, Arcade told himself. It didn't matter if it was a dream. It was glorious.

“Um. Are you ok?”

Fingers snapped in front of his face, but Arcade did his best to ignore them. So many books. So little time. And where to begin?

The burning in his chest signaled he'd forgotten to breathe again. Not only were the books in perfect shape, but did his eyes deceive him? No! Alphabetical order and by author's last name!

“I'm never leaving this place,” he said.

The courier tugged at his sleeve, and Cass---fuck it. He didn't care what she or anyone else was doing as long as they weren't going to ruin any of this for him. He ran his fingers along the spine of the nearest book. Edgar Allen Poe. Short stories.

“Arcade? Arcade?”

The tugging intensified until he firmly extracted his sleeve from the courier's grip. Her dirty fingers left greasy prints. No, it didn't matter. Clothes could be cleaned, but books? Books were delicate wonders. They needed to be kept from the rough care of these barbarians, they needed to be sheltered, loved...

“I'm fine now,” he said as he slid the book off the shelf.

“Are you?” the courier asked.

Her heard her voice as though through a tunnel. So distant. So unimportant. He flipped a few pages in, savoring the smell of old ink and ancient paper. The Pit and the Pendulum was printed at the top of the page.

'I was sick---sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me---'

“HEY!”

A sharp whack on his back almost made him lose his balance. He nearly dropped the book. The courier grinned her stupid grin, her greasy fingers too close to him and the book and him. Mostly him.

“Are you insane? Don't do that!” he said.

“We can't stay here,” she said, “Got a million things to do and not a lot of daylight to do it in. Are you alright? You look really pale.”

“Go. Do your things. I'll be right here. Forever.”

He tried to look her in the eye but he just kept drifting back to “when they at length unbound me.” Then what? What happened next? And why? Who was this person? The courier slapped his hand when he cracked the book open again.

“You sure you want to stay here? It's empty,” she said, “And gross.”

“Go away now. Books to read. Your talking hurts me.”

“But you don't have any food---”

“Don't need food. Will live off knowledge. Go now.”

He would. He had a snack cake left over from the last time the courier got him shot. He could make that last until he developed the ability to exist without eating. Or until Julie sent more Followers to investigate his disappearance and then they'd stay too and they wouldn't touch the pages with greasy fingertips or use the delicate paper to wipe their asses because they were too lazy to walk five feet to get more actual toilet paper.

This library, this perfectly preserved, perfectly hidden trove of secrets---wall-to-wall books, WALL-TO-WALL---was what Arcade was born to find. It was his purpose, his reason to be, his heaven on earth. How could he ever leave it? It just wasn't possible.

“We'll drop something off on our way back, I guess,” the courier said, her voice echoing too loud in the quiet of utopia.

He ignored her and buried his nose back in the book. At last, Arcade Gannon had come home.

I've had dreams like this. Endless books and all the time in the world... and then I wake up. You've really captured the "this is my heaven " feeling with this!

No, not a cliffhanger! You beast! Lol, keep it up, this is getting GOOD!

BEST EVER

Wow.
Wow.
WOW
Just. No words

Oh man, I would join Arcade there in a heartbeat. We'd almost never talk, just read. And I'd bring 2x lifetime supply of Fancy Lads :)

I hate to see face-sitting prompts go unfilled, so have a quick scribble in the hope inspiring someone into filling this :)

I didn't know I wanted this, but looking at the scribble here, I totally want this, all of a sudden.
I keep staring at this and wish for someone to write it now. Really.

Art!Anon, do you do requests? This is pure gold......

I think my drool just shorted my keyboarfdghsbszz¤3¤" %%%%%

This story is so fantastically creepy. I really like the way you've formatted it; it has a wonderful jerky stop-start filmic flow that makes it a joy to read.

Oh wow that is an incredible bit of art :O

then, after you find it, do your glasses fall off your face and shatter on the ground? and you then drop to your knees, screaming and wailing to the cursed heavens "BUT THERE WAS TIME NOW. THERE WAS TIIIMMEEE!"

Ahem.

Awesome fill, a!a, had me cackling like a madman!

So bittersweet - I love it!

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Re: Gen -- Boondock Saints AU

A!A

Re: Girl from Ipanema 2/?

F!LW/Butch - Extreme Jealousy

OP here

no subject

Re: Gen -- Boondock Saints AU

Re: What am I gonna do here, work on my needlepoint or somethin'?

Greener Pastures (8a/?)

Greener Pastures (8b/?)

Greener Pastures (8c/?)

Greener Pastures (8d/?)

Happiness is a book. 1/2

Happiness is a book. 2/2

Re: Happiness is a book. 2/2

Re: Greener Pastures (8d/?)

Re: Any character, books

Re: She Likes It Loud - 1d/1

Re: Happiness is a book. 2/2

Gob/MLW

Re: Gob/MLW

Re: Greener Pastures (8d/?)

Re: Gob/MLW

Re: Happiness is a book. 2/2

Re: Suppression - F!LW/Butch - [3/3]