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“There isn’t anything you can do to me that I can’t survive,” he had boasted to the brass.

“But there is,” they had replied. “You can rejoin our ranks, or you can watch your entire platoon die. Moreno, Kreger, Johnson, Whitman. We will execute them all. Your wife and child? We will tie them to posts, and leave them for raiders. That soldier from the East? We will send him back to his commanding officers in a matchbox. Your call, Gannon.”

He had made his call, and loathed the Enclave ever since. He rejoiced when, a scant two years later, a tribal from Arroyo blew Navarro to hell. He never set out to search for them, instead drifting through the wastes as a man without a purpose. He didn’t think they would ever forgive him for his deception.

“’And she said unto him, How canst thou say, I love thee, when thine heart is not with me? Thou hast mocked me these three times, and hast not told me wherein thy great strength lieth.’”

“That’s enough for now,” Israel says, a sick feeling in his stomach. “I’m feeling tired.” James nods, shutting his book. “Short version. How does it end?”

“Samson, vexed to death by Deliliah’s questioning, tells her the secret of his strength.”

“What is it?”

“His hair. He keeps it long, and God gives him strength.”

“What happens afterwards?” Israel asks, stifling a yawn. James pulls the blanket up around his narrow, withered shoulders.

“She cuts his hair, robbing him of his strength, and delivers him to his enemies,” James answers smoothly, tucking the blanket around Israel. His hands warm his freezing flesh, and he is sad to feel them leave his skin.

“What an awful story,” Israel murmurs, his eyes drifting close. “Is the whole book like that?” James chuckles, and Israel can see his youthful face smiling in his memories.

“Only half of it.”

“And the other half?”

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

“You can shoot him yourself,” Charon said, “Ah hell. I think I see the head.”

LOL. I lost it there, anon! Charon FTW. I love this fill. It is nothing short of amazing!~

"Time to pay the ferryman, boys,” she said “Charon, would you do the honors?”

<3

Can this somehow be involved?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=de8oaegzb_0

Go nuts. Seriously, I thought the story was too funny not to share. Do with it what you will.

seconding this explosion after reading that line.

They settled down at a table in a corner of the bar and Jimmy bought the first round. Arcade politely enquired about his prowess.
Jimmy then told him about the last two years, how he had struggled to learn to read and write, how he had struggled in his sessions with a qualified therapist to shed the mental remains of slavery, how he had worked his way up from assistant nurse to trained medic. And all within two years.

“I’m impressed”, Arcade said. “Honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of someone making that much progress in so short a time.”
“I didn’t want to come back empty-handed, like”, Jimmy gave back and suddenly buried his nose in his glass. “I mean, I wanted to come back because... uh... here is where help is needed most.”
“Of course”, Arcade replied. “And we appreciate your presence here. I mean it’s not as if there was someone here you’d have missed, what with having been locked away in that establishment all the time you have been living here.”
“Uh...” Jimmy took a hasty sip of his drink and Arcade cursed himself again. “I... uh... in fact... look, could you... I mean, could you give me a hint or two? What if there is someone who... uh... whom I wanted to impress?”
“That would very much depend on that someone”, Arcade gave back and firmly closed his fingers around his glass. “Why would you feel the need to impress him?”
“Because.... uh... you know, he only knows me as a little pathetic hooker and... and he’s... he’s really formidable but... but I’m sure he still sees me as a pathetic little wimp and...” he broke off and took a sip of his drink before speaking again, without looking at Arcade.
“I... shit, I’m really not good at this sort of thing. I owe him, you see, and I want to give him something to show him how much I... you know... care for him, and all but... uh... I have no clue what to give him.”
“I am sure gifts are not required”, Arcade gave back slowly and he was having a hard time keeping his voice and face under control, though he wasn’t sure if he would break out laughing or break out in tears if he let go now. “You could just tell him.”
“But...” Another sip. “I mean, listen to me! I’m pathetic and I’m sure I’d get it wrong and he...”
“I’m sure he’d understand.” Arcade took a sip of his drink as well to fortify himself. “And if he makes fun of you for not being eloquent you sure deserve something better, you know.”
Jimmy nodded wordlessly and stared into his glass for a while. Not long after that he finished it and mumbled something about it being late and he’d better find himself a bed somewhere.

They made their way back in an awkward, somewhat uncomfortable silence and Arcade wished furiously that Jimmy would just say something, do something, find the courage for just the tiniest of things so he could... could give him a hint where to go. He hardly dared to hope that Jimmy had felt the same as he had done, back then at Pretty Sarah’s, but it almost seemed to be the case. He still kept telling himself that Jimmy had to make the first step, though. It was killing him.

“Arcade...” Jimmy stopped and, staring straight ahead, chewed his lips. “That man I was talking about earlier? The one whom I owe and who... you know.”
“Yes?”
A gunshot cracked through the silent night and two of the Kings started yelling and shooting back at the two Freeside thugs who had suddenly appeared around a corner. Arcade grabbed Jimmy’s arm and pulled him into a narrow side alley where they were out of the firing lines. Moments later the two Kings came back and silence, the relative silence of Freeside at night, settled between the houses.
Jimmy leaned against a wall and stared at his feet while Arcade checked if the coast was clear.
“Arcade...”
“Yes?”
Jimmy looked up and seemed to have finally summoned enough courage. “That man... is you.”

Arcade managed to smile. “I sort of guessed that, if I’m honest.”
Jimmy gave him a lopsided smile. “Yeah, I thought so. I’m not good at that.”
“But honestly? I don’t want any gifts from you. None needed, really. Verbally expressed thanks is quite enough.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Uh...” Jimmy ran a hand through his hair and suddenly, looked like the scared and broken boy again that he had been. He swallowed and ran the other hand through his hair as well before he looked up at Arcade, his face set in determination. “You... I was meaning to ask you... do you believe in... oh shit, you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I shall not laugh.”
“It sounds ridiculous and...”
“So far it hasn’t sounded anything because you haven’t said it.”
“Do you...” Jimmy took a deep breath and blurted it out. “Do you believe in love on first sight?”
Not before I met you. “I... I didn’t. At least, not until I met that one guy who...”
They stared at one another for a moment, both at a loss for words.
“That one guy who?”
Arcade moistened his dry lips with his tongue. “Who... ah... he had to leave shortly after we met and nothing ever came out of it so...”
“Ah.” Jimmy hunched his shoulders and stared at his feet again. “And you... never saw him again?”
“I did... but at that time... It seemed like we were both too gutless to do anything about it.”
Jimmy looked up again, his jaw working. “I can’t imagine you to be gutless.”
“You have no clue”, Arcade replied with a shaky laugh. “Be that as it may, I also... I firmly believed at that time it had to be him making the first step.”
“Uh-huh...”
His throat almost too dry to swallow Arcade looked away first, staring at the mouth of the alley into the sputtering lamp light. He heard the rustle of cloth as Jimmy moved and when he turned his head again Jimmy was standing directly before him.
“That man”, he whispered huskily. “What would you have done if he had attempted to kiss you?”
“I would have wanted nothing more”, Arcade replied, his voice trembling.

They stared at each other again, an endless moment of agony before Jimmy swallowed, rolled his shoulders and took Arcade’s face in his hands to pull his head down. When their lips met, Arcade could do nothing else but sling his arms around Jimmy’s shoulder to pull him close. Jimmy in turn opened his lips and the sounds and lights of Freeside faded into nothing as he slung his arms around Arcade.

They parted only reluctantly after a while, not before they both needed some more oxygen, and they kept touching their lips together in small, soft kisses while Arcade buried his hands in Jimmy’s hair. After a moment he ran his hands down Jimmy’s cheek and cradled his face in his hands, looking at Jimmy with a small, disbelieving smile.
“You have no idea how long... and how much I wanted this.”
Jimmy moved his hands under Arcade’s lab coat and moved them up his back. “Believe me, I do. Oh, I do.”
“I think you do, yes”, Arcade said with a breathless little chuckle, running his thumbs over Jimmy’s cheekbones. “These last two years have been... well, maybe not hell, but not a long shot from it.”
Jimmy closed his eyes and swallowed heavily. It almost looked as if he was fighting back tears. After a moment of gritting his teeth, however, he opened his eyes and Arcade could see the moisture brimming in them. They stared at each other for another moment before they both threw their arms around each other, and while Jimmy buried his face into Arcade’s shoulder, for he was a head taller than him, Arcade buried his face into Jimmy’s hair. They remained like that for another long while, holding on to each other and trying to grasp the fact that this was really happening.

They shared another kiss after peeling themselves away from each other and with Arcade’s arm draped around Jimmy’s shoulder and Jimmy’s arm around Arcade’s hips they made their way back to the Fort.

I'm feeling very torn. I can't wait for the two groups to converge, so I can see them interact. On the other hand, that would probably be the end of the story, and I don't want it to end. Ever.

Still intrigued. <3

Major thing for Garrett, also Fisto. There is nothing about this prompt that I don't like.

If I play through some of the NV quests that bring me his way, I may end up filling this, but as a warning, it will probably take a long time. I am insanely lazy.

There was an awkward little silence that Arcade tried to fill. “Do you... do you know where you’ll be sleeping?”
“I guess in one of those tents.”
“Uh... see, the tent I live in has spare beds so if you’d like...”
Jimmy looked up at him with a smile. “Tents aren’t very soundproof, are they?”
“Uh... no.” Arcade had the unpleasant and unfamiliar feeling of a bluch burning on his cheeks.
Jimmy shrugged and suddenly looked a little embarrassed. “See, I... I... uh. I still gotta find out if I... I mean, if I can... enjoy it, you see.” Then he met Arcade’s eyes again. “But not tonight. Not... I just...”
“Hey.” Arcade pulled him close again and ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Oh Arcade”, Jimmy muttered into his shoulder, his voice muffled by Arcade’s lab coat. “You’ve got no idea how...”
“Shht.” Arcade held him a little closer. “That’s over now. You can tell me, if you want to. But not out here. Come.”
His arms still around Jimmy’s shoulders Arcade led him into his tent where they sat down side by side on the bed after Arcade had closed the flap behind him. Jimmy leaned against him with closed eyes for a while before dragging both hands down his face. Then he chewed his lower lip for a second or two. Arcade watched him, a little worried, but after a deep breath, Jimmy straightened up, got off the bed and knelt down in front of Arcade, the look in his eyes making the doctor’s vision swim.
“Jimmy...”
Jimmy just smiled. “I know. But I want it. I want to do this for you. Please?”
The sound of Jimmy’s voice made Arcade’s throat go dry and he could only nod. His heart was racing and his stomach clenching when Jimmy, breathing heavily, leaned over his hips and undid Arcade’s belt and busied himself with button and zipper. Arcade had a moment to tell himself he should be appalled by the ease of practice with which Jimmy did this but as soon as these dark, smooth hands slid into his trousers and touched his trembling, straining cock all morals and second thoughts dissolved.

After a few moments, when Jimmy had freed Arcade’s painfully hard penis from the trousers, Arcade wanted to tell him he shouldn’t, not so soon, or should let Arcade do something for him first, but he only got as far as opening his mouth when Jimmy, who had opened his mouth as well, lowered his head into Arcade’s lap. His world went strangely black when his dick was suddenly engulfed by warm, wet tightness and he couldn’t suppress a low, strained moan.

Arcade had had a lot of lovers in his life. Some had been skilled, very skilled in giving pleasure to another man, some had been quite enthusiastic and eager, but never before had Arcade been with someone who was both as skilled and as enthusiastic as Jimmy was. A tiny part of Arcade’s brain that hadn’t slipped into his cock yet tried to remind him that this was because he’d been a whore and had years of unwilling practise but another part of his brain that hadn’t yet completely descended answered that this time he was doing it willingly and told the little piece in his head to shut the fuck up.

Being as Jimmy was extremely skilled and Arcade had waited for something like this for so long it didn’t take long for him to feel his climax approach, but before he could even think of asking Jimmy if he really wanted to go all the way Jimmy did a couple of unspeakable things involving his tongue and Arcade’s balls and within seconds of him taking the doctor’s cock into his mouth again Arcade was pushed past the point of no return. Jimmy tightened his grip and Arcade came into Jimmy’s mouth with a moan he had to stifle with biting into the sleeve of his coat.

Arcade let his head drop back with a ragged gasp and buried his hands into Jimmy’s hair as the latter slowly let go of the twitching, softening cock. Arcade opened his eyes again and gave Jimmy a warm and happy smile under lowered eyelids, a smile that Jimmy returned. Arcade shrugged the coat of his shoulders and, grabbing the edge of his blanket, leaned back and shuffled a bit to the edge of the bed to make room for Jimmy beside him. It was a narrow single bed, but with Jimmy snuggling close into him and Arcade pulling him in, his chest against Jimmy’s back, their legs entwined and Jimmy’s head resting on his forearm, it was big enough. Arcade draped the blanket over both of them and Jimmy sighed, moved his arm up and closed his fingers around Arcade’s.

Damn, I love it! Ahaha, this is such a unique idea too. Someone write something, please?

Umm, YES. Canon gay ghouls ftw. And don't worry OP, you aren't alone. (Y'all, there are some pics of these two ghouls up on deviantart. Just type "Murphy fallout 3" into the search box.)

Haha, oh gods! OP, how did you know that these two are like, two of my favorite NV characters? (And favorite kmeme characters too, hah.)

I have NO idea as to how this would work. Or what to write for it. But I would love to read something!

I love me some Dr. 0. Someone write something, please.

Oh yeah, germaphobes represent.

I totally dig this idea. It's something I've thought about before, actually- a Courier or LW who really does not enjoy dealing with the disgusting, messy wasteland.
I'm sorry to say I don't have any story ideas, however. But if somebody writes this, I'd be grateful.

She had the same signature scowl Butch was going to have when he found out where she'd been born.

D'awwwwwwww... Loved this fill!

De-lurk, de-lurk, de-lurk!
And post some smut. ;)

She’s got you by the balls: AC DC

Pairings: Vulpes Inculta/F!Courier
Kinks: Het, Oral, Consensual
Summary: F!Courier gives Vulpes a blowjob.

Hope you like, OP.

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It was at the bottom of Fortification Hill that she stopped, looked over her shoulder and realised she hadn’t been mistaken. She left the path and walked into the narrow ditch that encircled the base of the hill, and turned around when she had reached the dead end. Arms akimbo, the Courier faced the man behind her and flashed him a grin that wasn’t all too friendly.
“Are you following me?”
“Just seeing you safely out”, Vulpes replied smoothly. “You seem to have taken a wrong turn.”
The courier cocked an eyebrow.
Vulpes took a step towards her and crossed his arms. “I don’t trust you, even though Caesar obviously does.”
“Are you accusing me of double-crossing?”
“As of yet, I am accusing you of nothing”, Vulpes gave back. “I just wanted you to know that I have my eyes on you, profligate whore.”
The courier brushed a strand of hair back behind an ear. “A whore, am I?” She chuckled. “Is that why you are following me?”
A slow smirk showed on Vulpes’ lips. “I have yet to receive proof of the opposite.”
“Proof?” She lifted both eyebrows this time and pursed her lips before covering the distance between them with two steps. “Vulpes, the only proof I can give you is what kind of a whore I really am.” She ran a forefinger over the shoulder guard of his armour, round the chest and down on his front, stopping at his belt.
Vulpes in turn followed the moves of her finger with a stony face. There was a glint in his eyes, however, that might have been amusement, but then, it might have been anger, too.

“So”, the courier all but purred. “Interested?”
“Interested in what? With your demeanour you have already given me proof that you are a whore.”
“Sure?” She licked her lips. “In that case, what do I have to lose?” With a cocky little smile she then hooked her fingers into his belt. “By the way... those... kilts you and your men are wearing...”
It was definitely amusement that played around the corners of his mouth this time. “What about them?”
She pulled herself a little closer to him. “Is there anything worn under them?”
The left corner of his mouth tugged up. “I assure you, everything is in perfect working order.”

Her right hand moved as fast as a snake, but maybe, just maybe, Vulpes had never intended to stop that bold forward move. He didn’t suppress a slight hiss either when the courier, her face lighting up with devilish delight, discovered that indeed, there was nothing but Vulpes under that kilt. She also discovered that he wasn’t completely averse to the little game they were playing.
“Oh.” She smiled up at him, moistening her lips with a flick of her tongue.
Vulpes crossed his arms. “Does that answer your question?”
She chuckled. “It does.” Another gentle squeeze elicited another low hiss.
“Are you going to let deeds follow your pretentious words? Or are you in a habit of making hollow promises you have no intention to keep?”
The courier laughed. “In a hurry?”
“Just wondering if all you have the guts to do is tease me.”
“Tease you?” The courier feigned astonishment. “My dear Vulpes, I would never dare to tease you.” With these words, she lowered herself down onto her knees but without taking her hand away. Vulpes lowered his head to keep his eyes on her face, and when the courier slid her other hand under the kilt he tilted his head, giving her an expectant look.

The courier in turn looked up at him, flashed him a sweet, salacious smile and ducked her head forward, pushing the kilt out of the way with both hands.

She would have expected this to be a challenge in more than one way, as out here in the desert, water to wash with wasn’t exactly abundant. But while he smelled intensely tangy, musky and definitely male, it wasn’t an unpleasant smell. Quite the contrary, actually. It had to be all that fresh air, keeping things from going sour and stale. Using one hand to keep the kilt out of the way she then closed the other around his balls before she moistened her lips again and got down to business.
Another sharp hiss escaped Vulpes and he dropped his arms, but otherwise, he didn’t move nor did he emit another sound as the courier took him as deeply in as she could.

After a few moments Vulpes spread his arms, resting his hands against the walls of the ditch to steady himself when he felt a hot, moist pressure caress his balls, and it took him a moment to realise that she was licking his balls with generous, wet swipes of her tongue while her hands had closed around his cock and pumped him. His heartbeat was accelerating and he had a hard time t keep his breathing under control because when she did that, she definitely wore the walls of his self-control thin. He cracked his eyes open and looked down to confirm the sensation and yes, she was sucking his balls right into her mouth. It was an indescribable feeling but also a dangerous pleasure. All she had to do was bite down, not even hard, and he would be rendered practically helpless.
She noticed him looking at her and let go of his balls to take his cock into her mouth again, smiling up at him around the head before swiping her tongue around it in fast, firm strokes. After closing her hand around the base of his cock she then increased both speed and pressure, using rhythmic jerks of her head as well, and with her tongue caressing his head and her fingers fondling his balls it didn’t take long before Vulpes sucked in air in a sharp hiss and buried his hands into her hair to thrust into her mouth, two times, three, and came down her throat in hot, salty squirts.

The courier dutifully sucked and swallowed until Vulpes pulled her head back. She looked up at him again with a smile, licked her lips and sat back on her heels.
Vulpes was breathing heavily and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple. “And what do you think you have achieved with this?”, he asked in a slightly husky voice.
“Nothing”, was the reply. “I won’t change your mind about me being a whore. But maybe I’ve changed your mind about what kind of whore I am.” She got up, dusted off her knees and slipped her hand under his kilt again. “I do like my men strong and hardened.”
“I noticed.”
She chuckled and removed her hand again. “So. Are you going to follow me further?”

He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the earthen wall of the ditch. Only now did he realise what her goal had been: If he stayed now, it would be an admission that he had liked what she had been doing far too much and thought it wise to keep away from her. If he followed her, however, it would look like he wanted more of it.
He had meant to show the courier her place, in the end, she had showed him his as well. And he realised that despite her having been on his knees before him, he could suddenly respect her for her slyness and ruthlessness. She still looked at him, maybe waiting for an answer, maybe waiting for him to do something. He pushed himself off the wall with a narrow smile. “My place is here.”
She smiled at that, and ran her finger down his cheek and jaw line. “Then I know where to find you”, she said softly before she turned and headed for the gate.
Vulpes watched her go and as the gates closed behind her, he crossed his arms. “Profligate whore.”
Yet was he any better?

Tags: completed, F!courier, Vulpes Inculta,
Summary: Vulpes Inculta threatens the courier with her greatest fear, a toaster.

Minerva shrieked and scrambled to get away from the abomination before her. She didn't know how Vulpes had known toasters scare the living fuck out of her, but he had to have gone to the ends of the earth to find one. The weeks leading up to the battle for the dam had been spent not only doing special tasks for Caesar, but tracking down every old world abomination left in the Mojave and reducing it to scrap metal.

“ I will ruin your ass if you don't get it away from me!”

Vulpes smirked but made no move to comply as he sat. She was the destroyer of worlds, the scourge of the Mojave; she did not have to put up with this insolence.

“You're going to sit down like a good girl,” Vulpes said, “And we're going to discuss my terms.”

“To hell I am. I will travel back in time and punch your mother in the ladyjunk. I will castrate you with my teeth and make you eat your own balls. Fuck your terms. I won the war for you assholes. What the fuck did you do, Inculta? Burn one shithole settlement down, killing a few idiots in the process.”

The corner of his mouth twitched a fraction—just enough to reveal his irritation. Caesar had given her more respect in one afternoon than he'd given Vulpes or any of his officers in their entire lifetime. She couldn't blame him. For all the talk of how big and bad the Legion was, they'd been on their way to defeat before she'd clawed her way out of her own grave to change things.

“Now, that's no way for a lady to talk,” he said, “Let's be civilized about this. Sit. I insist.”

He pushed the chair towards her with his foot, bumping the table leg in the process. The toaster tipped over and fell on it's side---toaster slots pointed right at her face. She choked down a scream.

“Get it away from me, Inculta, and we can be friends again,” she said, “Will you at least cover it up with something? I can't think with it staring at me like that.”

“I'm afraid I can't do that. Not yet,” he said.

It took all her willpower not to run screaming from the the tent---she couldn't give him the satisfaction. As a woman, her position in the Legion was a delicate balancing act. She'd already heard whispers of an arranged marriage, and that was something that would not stand. Minerva was not now nor was she ever going to be content to sit on the sidelines, knitting booties, while the boys got to have all the fun.

She'd killed the fucking president and she'd done it before a crowded assembly of NCR soldiers. How could one hunk of scrap metal reduce her to a quivering, jabbering idiot? She didn't know why they scared her---they just did.

At least this one didn't talk. The one she'd found in the Big MT still haunted her with it's talk of destruction and its heating coils of doom. It took everything in her to sit across from Vulpes, but she did it---her heart was racing.

“That's more like it,” he said, “I'll be blunt. You've been gunning for my job, and I don't like it.”

“You've been out in the sun too long. I don't want your shit job.”

“I didn't get to be the leader of the Frumentarii because I'm stupid. You're going to back off.”
“Or what? You're going to kill me? Caesar might have something to say about it. He did put my face on a golden coin. I'd hate to be in your shoes if you did manage to off me.”

“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said, “On the contrary, I am going to shower you with gifts. Every morning when you wake you'll find your room filled to the bursting point with these delightful contraptions. Everywhere you look you'll see one. No matter what you do. No matter where you go. I'll be right behind you, waiting for you to close your eyes and sleep. Is that what you want?”

She could see it now---the madness glinting in his eyes. It didn't matter that she'd destroyed every toaster she'd come across, he'd find more. She'd never be able to sleep soundly again. Every time she shut her eyes, the fear would be there.

“Fine. You win. Get that piece of junk out of my face and we'll call it even.”

The smirk he gave her before he fled the tent was enough to seal it. She was murdering him in his sleep, the first chance she got.

Did you... Did you just write a microfill inspired by a misfired comment?

I don't care, it was fantastic. Veronica and Arcade bff ftw!

This is the OP self filling :P This doesn't mean I don't want to see other people filling this prompt, in fact I would love a multifill. I role play as Jericho on a few sites, this is his longest rp and it's amazingly funny in my point of view.
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Even after decades of retirement, Jericho never really learned to stay out of a fight, numerous bar brawls and countless gun shot wounds all told stories about his own relentless rage and stupidity. Now in the last few years after he was left in the ass crack of the wasteland, his wounds were solely brought on by his job of watching over Megaton. He had earned the title of being the best shape shooter in town, so when a group of few raiders thought it would be fun to try and take over Megaton, Simms went straight to the old drunken man. Another day and a shit load of ammo wasted on fighting off the new generation of raiders, in his mind it was nice to feel something. Boozes and chems kept him numb and kept him sleep at night, still the pain of a bullet wound to the shoulder ain't a god damn walk in the park.

This was the first time in a long time that the ex raider had seem a group of raiders trying to break there way though the town, even fucking Stockholm and Simms ended up with a few bullets in their flesh. Fucking hell, nothing was like being high on Jet while Doc Church cuts into your skin to remove the bullet in your shoulder. "Motherfuckingshitfuck..." The old man called the doctor every god damn name he could think of knowing damn well that the doc could have given more tons more Med-x and Stimpacks before cutting into him.

Simms and Stockholms were off on the other side of the clinic, off talking about how horrible the raiders were and how disguising they are, "I don't understand how those drugged up idiots try to come into my town. They don't realize who they are mess with." Simm's deep voice echoed though the metal walls, speaking as if he was the only one fighting for protecting the town, while Stockholms agreed ignoring the line of shit on his lips. Everyone did their best to kiss up to Simms, but not Jericho, he had pissed off almost everyone in this town at least once, yet the town needed someone like him. His caps were good, his temper was hot, but his aim was great, without him Megaton would have been overrun by raider and Jericho would have joined them.

Megaton had become home for the old man, claiming that he had changed, even he knew that was bullshit. Smirking as the doctor slapped up the gaze over his wound and just to pissed the Doc Church off, he lit up a cigarette, dispute the doctor's many warning. "God damn it Jericho, you really need to get your ass out of here." The doctor began walking away, waving his hand in front of his face, trying to get the cloud of smoke away from him.

"Now, Jericho do as the good doctor says." Simms cut in tossing a straight glare to him, "I still need to be a live for be to give you those caps I own you for helping me fight off those raiders."

"Wait a god damn minute I was helping you?" Jericho's raspy voice replied while he flicked a line of ash on the floor, "From the fucking looks of it you were trying to hold back from pissing yourself, while 'Holms and I were taking most of the fucking heat. What kinda god damn use are you as a sheriff if you can't handle a little gun fight with some piss ant raiders kids?" That most have crossed a line with Simms, cause his cool face, hardened as he tried to fight back yelling back at the ex raider, at this point Jericho doubt that he was going to get paid today. "Fucking hell." Finally crushing the bud of the cigarette into the table, what a fucking day.

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

Keep Your Composure 14a/?

Re: Microfill: Blame it on Butch 1/1

Re: Fear the Reaper 2/?

Fuck yeah

Re: Arcade/Other male+getting "outed"

Re: I'm Dying (microfill/comment misfire)

You're the best that ever happened to me 5a/?

You're the best that ever happened to me 5b/?

Re: Keep Your Composure 14a/?

Re: Torch Songs 11/?

Re: M!Courier/Fisto + James Garrett : Robokink, Voyeurism & possible dub-con

You're the best that ever happened to me 5c/?

You're the best that ever happened to me 5d/?

Re: M!courier/Ghost People, BDSM, heavy rubber, crack

Re: Barrett/Murphy

Re: Raul/Joshua Graham

Re: Dr 0 + F!Courier

Re: M!Courier/Arcade, Courier is germaphobic (but there is still sex)

Re: Microfill: Blame it on Butch 1/1

Re: fill for "Draw me like your French girls"

She's got you by the balls 1/2

She's got you by the balls 2/2

Toast 1/1

Re: I'm Dying (microfill/comment misfire)

Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 1/?