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

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It seems like everyone in the Wasteland who has access to a computer, notepad or holotape recorder keeps a journal.

So what about the companions? What do they write in them? Angst about unrequited love? Rants about how much they secretly hate the other companions? ~~Terrible~~ Awesome poetry?

Any character, any pairing, any Fallout game. Cracky, serious, it doesn't matter. I'll be happy.

secondeeeeeed!

This could come out to be seriously hilarious. 3rding with a burning passion.

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

^ Best Fallout headcanon I have EVER HEARD OF.

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.

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

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

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.

Hey there! I'm glad you enjoyed it. C: Haha, it was pure coincidence that I happened to write on one of your fav pairings. (Or was it fate?) I love Raul in all forms, and "Not Your Year" is one of my favorite fills. So, yeah... in case anyone wanted my life story.

Thank you!

Thanks for writing this, nonnie, I posted a link to this on Not Your Year.

A!anon here. And you are quite welcome! Thanks for posting a link on (your?) fabulous and wonderful story, anon. <3 Spread the Raul/Arcade love around, I say.

Yup, yup, I'm the A!A of that fic. I've written other stuff that people have liked, but that remains my most popular fill. #feels good man

Raul's fatalistic last line just sells it for me. Rare pair love! <3

tags: Arcade, f!courier, Boone, Cass, crack, completed
Summary: Arcade keeps a diary.

2281 December 25

The courier gave us all diaries for Christmas. I think I'm the only one who knows she's full of shit. Eggnog is not involve dropping Deathclaw eggs of the roof of the Lucky 38 and Mistletoe is not an excuse to shoot missiles at pedestrians caught out after dark.

Note to self: next year stop Lily from making the “fruit cake”. Our stomachs may never be the same.

2282 January 3

I didn't realize I was expected to write in this every day. Well. Nothing new. I still think the courier is trying to get us all killed. She ran into the raider camp south of Novac with just a combat knife again. It took 15 stimpaks to stop the bleeding. Why did I think following her was a good idea? I can't seem to remember.

2282 January 4

The courier is whining about the stitches. Apparently she wanted pink thread instead of black. I didn't realize saving her life was secondary to making her arm and shoulder “pretty.” I wonder if Julie needs any help.

2282 January 5

Boone ate the last of the Sugarbombs again. How early does he have to get up to eat a whole box? Must investigate further.

2282 January 6

It's my own fault for thinking she'd learned her lesson after the last time. This time it was Powder Gangers. That damn combat knife is going to have to meet with a terrible accident. Why can't she take Boone along on these suicide missions? At least he'd enjoy it.

2282 January 7

Still no Sugarbombs. Found another empty box in the refrigerator. I think he's doing it on purpose.

2282 January 8

Another day filled with mindless violence and near death experiences. Caught the courier laughing mid-battle and muttering something about points. It could be brain damage from the gunshot wound she took to the head. Either way, she shouldn't be leading anyone anywhere. I don't care what she says bringing a knife to a gun fight is never a good idea.

2282 January 9

Success! Finally discovered just how early you have to get up to beat that neanderthal to the Sugarbombs. 4:45. It was worth it.

Note to self: tomorrow morning have camera handy. Shirtless Boone is glorious.

2282 January 10

Forget about the camera. It was a bad idea. I think the courier's judgement is rubbing off on me. Also, hide stupid Cass' whiskey. Broken glasses aren't funny.

2282 January 11

The Courier finally took someone else off on a death mission. Discovered the upstairs lounge while I was cowering shamelessly in the shadows. I knew her fear of heights was going to be a good thing. So many glorious windows. What a view! I could drag a mattress and a mini-fridge up here and never have to leave again. Raul better learn to sew. He's going to have to if he wants to keep the courier alive.

2282 January 12

So yeah. I thought Boone was over the whole camera thing, but wouldn't you know it? Bitch holds a grudge. Also, the lounge thing isn't going to work out. Apparently, the courier isn't above sending someone up after me. Hilarious. I hate my life.

Note to self: hide all of Cass' liquor this time.

2282 January 13

The courier's going to be the death of us all. Baby deathclaws aren't cute!

2282 January 14

*this entry is mostly illegible except for some cursing *

2282 January 15

I haven't been shot at in seven hours. Finally talked the courier into using her sniper rifle. Surprisingly help came from Boone. Maybe he's not so bad after all.

2282 January 16

Nope. I was right the first time. Boone is just as crazy as the courier. He just occasionally pretends to be sane.

Note: stop by Julie's to see if she needs another researcher.

2282 January 17 * this is the final entry *

I think Cass knows I've been hiding her booze.

Lol this is glorious, anon! <3

XD Thank you!

"wouldn't you know it? Bitch holds a grudge."

Lmao! I love it A!A!

Yay! Thank you!

This is everything I ever dreamed of and more. Hilarious.

XD I'm very glad to hear you say that! Thank you!

rofl :D
Boone so well painted in so few words, genius

XD Thank you!

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

The secret diaries of the Fallout companions

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Arcade's Diary part 2/2

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