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

I was thinking either:

- Hangover-style "wtf happened and how do we find out?"
or
- Bet/prank gone wrong.

I've got a couple different starts and I'm really trying to see which one takes me further (and comes out better) before I start posting.

~ potential A!A

If studying spanish was always this hot, I'd be way better at it!

<3

Excellent work.

Hey A!A, what else have you written?

This was too amazing, and I want to read everything you've written, because it's so awesome.

Because we all know Sulik recorded the eternal wisdom of Grampy Bone on holotape for future generations to find. We KNOW he did.

This prompt. I love this prompt.

o. m. g.

yes. this. more of this. please. author!anon, you are amazing.

OP here. You are a god(dess) and I just...can't. Y U SO PERFECT?

^ Best Fallout headcanon I have EVER HEARD OF.

Harkness is Fisto.
then Fisto does Butch.
please assume the writing and/or drawing position.

Arcade and Manny sing "The Boy Is Mine" about Boone.

if one of them is pregnany with Boone's baby, I'll have all of -your- babies.

"Butch, if you don't calm yourself, I'll have to call security." Butch jumped. He turned to bite out something snappy, but the ghost of a grin on the doc's face stopped him in his tracks.

He settled for a low, "Maybe if you were in here makin' sure his ass wasn't grass," under his breath.

A hand clasped his shoulder. "Look, I've told you before, he's going to be fine-"

"Do not-" he shoved the hand away- "fuckin' touch me. Do you know who you're fuckin' with?"

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Butch," Preston snapped, and his age seeped back into his eyes.

Butch snarled. But he couldn't think of anything to say. A fleshy bog weighed down his mind. Instead of going to his bunk to sleep, as he'd planned, he stalked down to the bar. Not to drink, no; he didn't have the caps, not with Tommy being out of commission. He sat in a musky, cold corner until he drowned in the haze of stale sweat and cigarette smoke.

When Belle Bonny shouted at him to get his ass home, he couldn't bring himself to be pissed off. Didn't even want to call her a raggedy old hag, though it would give him something to laugh at.

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On the second day, Butch crawled into the clinic when he was sure nobody was looking. His jacket caught on the door, which slammed shut behind him and startled a jump out of him. Again with the fucking flinching.

The kid stirred, eyes glassed. Something rough and mumbled spilled out of his mouth, something Butch couldn't understand.

"Wanna try that again?" Butch stomped around a bit, but couldn't keep the worry lines in his brow from smoothing out some.

"Said, what're you doing here," Tom forced out as his eyes struggled to focus.

"Oh, fuck off. Only been waiting on you for how long, that's how you wanna be?"

"No, I... where am I?"

"Middle of Rivet City, cotton-for-brains."

Tom grunted, tried to sit up.

"Hold the phone, that ain't smart," Butch said, and gestured to the leg bound in a splint. "Don't you remember? You busted your shit up somethin' fierce. You're lucky you ain't dead, else I'd have found you and killed you myself."

You know a!a, I have had a ridiculously crappy day, and you have made it so much better.

What I love about this fic is the way you keep separating characters out into pairs or trios, and combining/recombining them in interesting ways that you don't see often. I didn't even realise before I read this that I really wanted to see a conversation between Arcade and Doc Henry.

Tom barked out a laugh, dry and stilted. "You might be on to something. What all did I do to myself?"

Butch poked his cheek, then his ribs, then his leg. The winces went ignored. "They fucked you up something good. How many did you get?"

"A couple," he said, then his eyes flickered somewhere to the left, not looking at Butch. "Anyway, you look how I'm feeling. What've you been doing?"

A chill crawled down his spine. In his head examination lights pounded on him, bared him down to skin. "Yeah, well, I've been busy," he said, "like I've got time to waste waitin' on you. A Tunnel Snake's gotta roll, baby." And with that, he turned to leave-

"Used to think I couldn't trust you farther than I could throw you," Tommy coughed. "Don't prove me right."

"The fuck would you know, alright?"

He sat up with a hiss. "Your hair isn't even done."

Oh, shit. Butch raised a hand to his limp hair. "It doesn't mean anything," he growled, "I've been busy. Quit acting like you're all damn clever, I wasn't the one who went running into shit all on my lonesome. Has anyone ever told you you're really fuckin' stupid before? All your science-y shit won't save you from being turned into beef jerky by those fucklords!" A lump settled deep in his throat, which he tried to force past by shouting. Louder. Still. "And now you're just-"

"Goddamnit, Butch, shut your trap!" He jerked at the sudden sound of Doc Preston's voice, just behind him. "I will personally put a bullet through your head if you don't stop the fucking squawking!"

Butch shot him a look, but resorted to mumbling awful nothings under his breath.

The doctor pointed him to the door. "Now clear out, you're giving me a damn migraine and I need to examine Tom in peace."

Shoulders hunched proper, he huffed out as asked, but not before kicking over a tray of empty syringes. It didn't really make him feel better, but the indignant screeching behind him helped.

He couldn't do it anymore, he gave in to temptation. Nine in the morning, and he found himself pawning off one of his jackets to Belle Bonny in exchange for one whiskey, then two, then three. Didn't really care right now that Tommy had found that jacket just for him, that he really should have saved his caps for something useful, like food. Alcohol was like liquid bread anyway, right? He'd be fine.

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I'm getting there I swear!! Hahah... Next update should be coming real soon.

WRITE ABOUT TWO CHARACTERS THAT HAVEN'T BEEN REQUESTED TOGETHER. ANY KINK. DOES NOT NEED TO HAVE SEX.

THIS ANON WILL SIMPLY BE PLEASED WITH INTERACTION.

Paring: Raul/Arcade
Summary: Inspired by the beautiful "Not Your Year" (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=4277812#t4277812), Raul is secretly in love with everyone's favorite doctor. Also, the boss is a dick.
(I’m unsure if I’ll continue this, but for now it's a oneshot.)

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The Boss is being a pain in the ass. Typical. Today, he wanted me to kill some ghouls. They were feral, sure, but any time he tells me to kill those things, I end up getting mauled. Shit, can't they tell me apart from that baby-faced smoothskin?

Anyway, I ended up with gashes across my chest. All those open sores on my body didn't respond well. They aren't bleeding now, and I know they'll just scab over. I didn't say anything to him, cause I know the Boss wouldn't care. That asshole always makes me carry all his useless shit- tin cans, empty bottles, you name it. I don't know why he collects this stuff, but it's killing my back.

I had to carry everything those ghouls had back to the Boss's suite. He grabbed it out of my arms and locked himself in his bedroom. Now I'm sitting all alone, in the dark. The others keep coming in here, but they take one look at me and leave again. Why am I here again? It's better than Black Mountain.
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That blond doctor came into the room. He saw me packing up my three belongings- revolver, lead pipe and nuka cola- and asked what was going on. I know what it looked like, but I wasn't gonna go through with it. I didn't bother explaining. I just shrugged when he asked me about it.

I was prepared to get a lecture from him, but Blondie surprised me. He smiled and made some joke about it, asked why I'd want to leave all this luxury and free drinks. Okay, so he's charming enough. "Drinks are free?" I told him. "Why does the Securitron keep charging me then?" He laughed at that one.

I really don't know why I stick around. Maybe he's right. This place is certainly better than my shack. I guess back pains and blood are just the price I pay to sleep here.
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Blondie and the Boss came back today, out of breath. I had to laugh when I saw Blondie hand over a bunch of useless junk. "Laugh away," he told me. "You're next." Shit, I said. Blondie laughed and the Boss started staring at me. I was quiet, but the doctor didn't care. The Boss doesn't control him, apparently.
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I asked him, and I'm not sure why, but I wanted to know. Said he wasn't exactly sure himself, that the Boss had made him a promise, had begged for his help, had acted all humble about it. He'd fallen for it. I knew exactly what he meant. The Boss is a smooth-talker, that's true. That's about all he is. But I owe him. That's why I stay. And I'm a masochist, of course.

"He's handsome though," Blondie said. Sure, if you're into cradle-robbing.

"Sure, if you're into smoothskins," I said. Blondie smiled. "Don't lie," he said. Then he pointed at me, accusing. “You stay because you love him."

You know, for a doctor, he isn’t very observant.

Oh shit. This is so glorious! Thanks for sharing, art anon. <3

Aww yeah, I dig it. That Mysterious Stranger has saved my ass so many times... how could you not love that guy? I hope to read something!

Ohh shit yeah.

ANON, this parked something crazy and wild in me. It's... turning into something long. Hopefully will have something up soon, other anons don't hesitate to fill!

You know, for a doctor, he isn’t very observant

ALL OF MY LOVE FOREVER. <3 <3 <3 <3

I've no idea if it's only me but we really need more gunplay in here.
BRING THE SEXY GUNS IN YESSS

Bonus: if you write with a specific model in mind or link a picture
Bonus 2: intense, STIFLING sexual tension. It doesn't even need to include sex, this anon has an unhealthy appetite for sexual tension.

Raul/Arcade is my 'drop everything and sprint to the computer' pairing. So on pairing choice alone you're my new favourite person in the whole world.

And on top of the awesome pairing, its an awesome fic. I loved the banter between the two, and the last line killed me.

I WOULD LIKE TO SECOND THIS MOTION. RAREPAIRS ARE THE BEST.

"You told me that crap was over" said Boone. Cass giggled, her head in his lap and a bottle in her hand. Boone did his best to express outrage without actually standing up and dislodging her.

"It should be! I mean, almost everyone accepts Butch Deloria as the new title wielder. He's been the one having to deal with bounty hunters and challengers, and until now, no one's bugged you about it."

The Courier was doing her best not to heighten the already tense mood in the Lucky 38, but she wasn't doing a very good job. It didn't help that most of her companions were on their second cocktail (save Cass, who was drinking out of her aforementioned bottle.)

"He's just one person," posited Arcade. "Does it really matter who Vulpes Inculta affixes with silly nicknames?"

"I don't know," said the Courier. "I mean, once we get better security on the strip, we can keep him out. I know he's good at infiltration, but we all know what his face looks like. Maybe if we just ignore him, he'll stop trying to win me, Veronica, and Cass as prizes in stupid title contests."

"What?" Cass gave a yelp of surprise as Boone rose in a fury.

"That's what I gathered he thought, anyway. That the harem comes with the title."

Boone's look of grim determination would have been impressive if it wasn't the same look he had all the time.

"Alright then. Get him, and that Deloria sucker. We're settling this once and for all!"

Caesar knows it, Lanius knows it, and maybe someone else finds it out? I thought this could be an interesting story.

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

Re: Naked in nowhere - Courier/Cass/Veronica

Re: Spanish Lessons 2/2

Re: Bulletproof Soul - 2/2

Re: The secret diaries of the Fallout companions

Re: The Radroach King

Re: [F!LW/F!Courier/Charon] Never Forget Who We Are [1/?]

Re: Pretend (minifill!)

Re: The secret diaries of the Fallout companions

Harkness is Fisto /Butch slash, robosexuality

Arcade/Boone/Manny LOVE TRIANGLE slash

It Catches Up With You (2a/?)

Re: Keep Your Composure 22/?

It Catches Up With You (2b/?)

RARE PAIR

garbage

Re: Fisto/The King

Re: Mysterious Stranger/M!LW (or M!Courier)

Re: Courier+Portal Crossover

Re: Evil!M!LW vs. the ENTIRE Mojave

Re: garbage

f!LW + Charon GUNPLAY

OP

Re: RARE PAIR

The Only Way to Win 2/?

Legate Lanius is really a ghoul