Hey there! I was just curious if 1) You're still open and 2) Are you only taking fallout 4 requests? Hope ur doing well :D
yes asks are still open! there's also no limit to the amount of asks you can individually send, and yes, as of now fallout 4 is the only game I’m doing, though if there's a different game you want me to do just tell me and I’ll be more than happy to play it/watch a play through and add it to the blog
Are you doing a post about sole getting shanked by a toddler because of my previous ask or because somebody else asked? either way seeing it made me laugh.
no no someone definitely asked and i'm just over half way to delivering, hopefully it will live up to its humorous potential
Can i request a companions react where Sole has a pet goose that doesn't like them (the companion) and will chase them around but Sole just finds it hilarious? Bonus points if a companion gets treed by the goose
Nice prompt, the games really fun- real geese not so much
Prompt:It’s a lovely morning in the Commonwealth, and Sole has a horrible goose
Excluded companions:None
Note: if there are any characters, ie: faction leaders or let’s say synth!Codsworth that anyone would like to be included please feel free to ask!
Warnings:shenanigans of the fowl kind, swearing, threats of violence, goose-typical violence under cut
Cait:She’s always thought that the Swans..clothing of choice was a bit dainty looking for such a fucking big and nasty behemoth of a super mutant, but after meeting “Morrigan” she’s pretty sure the Swans getup was spot on, because Sole’s bird was also a big nasty bastard that would kill anyone who came near it if it could. She threatens to cook it whenever it trys to chase her and Sole generally has too keep them separated because they're fairly sure Cait will go through with it if given the opportunity. Both Cait and the goose are instantly hostile when they see each other.
Codsworth: He’s known of “Beatrix” since before the bombs fell, and he’s not ashamed to admit he’d wished the bird had went up in flames like the rest of the world around him. Alas; someway, somehow, Beatrix stood before him alongside his beloved sir/ma'am once more: all pristine white feathers and seething rage aimed at the goose his chrome paint still faintly reflected back at it, his thrusters still vaguely emulating hissing, and as the beast known as Beatrix reared back, mouth open and screeching Codsworth once again resigned himself to being pecked and screamed at, while his beloved sir/ma’am laughed, cruelly. Whenever he sees the wretched thing make its way back to Sanctuary he tries to make sure he’s on the other side of the settlement.
Curie:She’d never met a real goose before Sole found her and at this point she kind of wished that she never had met the bird, or at least if she had never taken that blood sample- because apparently geese held grudges for life, and they can live for over 20 years. She had only wanted to help the animal, testing its blood to make sure the radiation wasn't effecting it too badly, but apparently it wanted its blood back and if it couldn’t get it back it would take hers- Sole insisted she was fine, but seeing that thing charge at her was quite intimidating, and so she had no plans on going near it ever again, thank you very much. If she does accidentally cross its path she dashes to the nearest building and locks the door until it leaves.
Deacon: When Sole had told him that he couldn't buy the love of the funny, waddly pre-war bird they called a goose with Sugar Bombs he didn’t believe them, after all, it seemed pretty tame. That was his first mistake, and also what landed him half way up a tree in Sanctuary of all places, dangling just out of reach from the Hell Bird with the call of a bomb siren and a mouth full of teeth, screaming for Sole to rescue him but all the traitor was doing was laughing. He’s stuck up a tree above the jaws of death and they're laughing at him. Later he tries approaching it with different methods and in different disguises- unfortunately they never work, Sole says it recognizes his shades, he says it’s an Institute spy out for him and only him. It’s a silly, running joke they have, which, incidentally, he feels like whenever the animal decides to give chase.
Dogmeat:He does not like Soles other animal. It doesn't chase him but it does hiss and go to peck him when he scampers past it. Sole will chuckle and give him reassuring head pats, which are very good- but that thing is no friend and he wont be tricked into believing it is.
John Hancock: He’s reclining on his couch in his State House when Soles resident attack bird decides to go in for the kill. It charges, he panics and grabs it by the neck before it can reach his face and do anymore damage, now hes got an arm full of evil and a Vault dweller laughing their ass off in the doorway, he’d probably laugh too- except the birds stronger than it looks and he’s kinda struggling not to be mauled or resort to stabbing his good friends beloved, if malevolent, pet. When sole finally wrangles the devil off of him he starts to notice the neighborhood watch give the creature a wide berth whenever it waddles its way into town. In fact the only person it seams to tolerate other than Sole is Fahrenheit, surprisingly.
Nick Valentine: He vaugly remembers what a Goose is- old Nick used to prefer them over Turkey for Christmas- and he can understand why his appearance might freak the pampered pre-war creature out, but did it really have to attack him every damn time it saw him? He’d think the lousy thing had a vendetta against him, except it did that to everyone who dared cross its path, he’ll never admit out loud that he got a kick out of seeing it terrorize Myrna- loudly smacking the chained cans around with its beak, unfurling its wings and hissing whenever she tired shooing it away. Later he’ll question Sole about why- out of all the possible pre-war animals they could have picked from- why did they have to chose a goose?
Danse: Seeing a fully grown man in full power armor try to run away from a 3kg bird on the war path was the highlight of Sole’s week, seeing him fall over a melon patch- the same one the bird was apparently guarding- in his mad dash for freedom almost had Sole pass out from laughing so hard, when they finally gather themselves enough to assist the paladin he’s red from embarrassment and doesn’t talk to them until the bird is removed from his immediate vicinity, and even then it takes an hour to get a word out of him, he requests that Sole keep their “feral animal” away from the Prydwen, least it knocks someone off the railing or worse- attack Elder Maxson.
Piper: She’d been threatened, she’d been poisoned, she’d experienced attempts on her life and reputation since becoming a reporter. But nothing rattled her quiet like Sole’s relic of an animal companion, its weird elongated neck, those beady soulless eyes, the fact that it could apparently smell fear because it honed in on her like a missile whenever it was in range- it was always a mad dash to put anything or anyone between her and it, soles laughing never helped one bit. She writes a small article on the dangers of owning poultry out of spite and outright refuses to let Nat near it.
Preston:He’d forever be grateful to Sole for all they had done for the Minutemen and the Commonwealth, and if that meant he had to face “Guinevere” from time to time than so be it- this is what he tells himself, what really happens is he usually sees the bird before it sees him and starts running in the opposite direction, unfortunately his sudden movements usually catch said birds attention and it gives chase, hissing as it gains on him like some sort of demon, when it inevitably catches up to him it usually takes him to the ground where he loses his hat, if it doesn't manage to take him down he’s learned that it can’t climb (but it can swim, the water is not a safe place), and there are many trees around Sanctuary, one of which he usually ends up in, waiting for the thing to loose interest and leave (preferably permanently), this is a common occurrence, so common that he has to frequently change his patrol route, because if he doesn't the bird ends up figuring it out and waits in ambush for him, he’d honestly rather deal with raiders.
MacCready: When he first meets the bird he bends down to greet it, as is custom with other small domestic animals. Unfortunately Soles evil, horrible pet takes it as a threat and then goes for his eyes. He screams, flailing back. It fucking hisses. All trust in new animals is lost that day, and now he has more than just the Gunners to look out for, because the “goose” always seems to have its sights set on him. He walks on eggshells around the bird and, even though Sole says it only attacks him because it sees his tension as a threat, he can’t bring himself to let his guard down around it. Ever. He swears that it looks at him funny, like it’s plotting something, probably his untimely death.
Strong: He threatens to stomp on it when it hisses at him, his threatening stance only serves to enrage the creature more. It earns his respect, he has never seen anything channel the amount of rage this tiny monster does, he doesn't understand why Sole finds it so amusing that he and the screaming ball of hate get along so “well”.
X6-88:When he first sees “Dolorous” he has to wonder if the Institute had created the thing, when Sole tells him that it was frozen alongside them and their family he can’t help but wonder why a bird of all things was allowed a place in a vault over a potential human, and when he finally meets Soles pet he thinks he understands why they decided to put it on ice- to keep it locked away from the outside world where it couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. He uses the Institute’s standard non-lethal defensive tactics, but still ends up with a face full of feathers and ears full of Sole’s obnoxious laughter- he did manage to throw the bird off a roof once, only to find out that despite its size it could fly really really well, Sole didn’t talk to him for a week after that and he’s sure in that week the bird kept shooting him smug looks. Sole’s not allowed to bring it into the Institute.
Ada: She just kind of idles there unsure of what to do whenever the goose decides to attack her, at least it doesn't do any damage and it wears itself out eventually, she doesn't know why Sole finds it so funny. Shes tried offering it scrap as a truce but so far nothing has prevailed, the goose still attacks.
Old Longfellow:He’s seen some messed up things in the fog in his time, it does things to creature and people- takes the fear right out of them and replaces it with something hungry and manic, but, somehow Sole’s pet bird manages to put that lost fear right back in them, it’s call carrying better in the dense air than most others, giving it a booming eerie quality that has the likes of wolves and trappers scampering away, those that are brave enough to investigate are blindsided by a pure white bird that blends so well into the fog that you can barely see it in front of you- all of these qualities he’d be grateful for, makes his job a lot easier, he just wished the thing would stop attacking his legs every time he talked, Sole says its because the fog has it tense and all the new things has it wound up, but he thinks it’s just an asshole.
Porter Gage: He threatens to shoot the thing and Sole threatens to punch his teeth in if he did. So now he’s stuck with another animal themed lunatic, except this one really is an animal and it’s only a lunatic around him, as it seems to love the shit out of Sole. He hates that fucking bird. When the Overboss isn’t looking he glares at the bird and he swears it glares right back but that might just be his own bias on how much he does not like the animal, no matter how loud Mason sings its praises- out of fear he bets.
Addendum:I do not have a beta reader and I am dyslexic, I do proof read everything but am bound to make mistakes- and I would like to apologise in advance for any I have missed.
Deacon: *keeps surprising everyone with vines* Sole: *nervously sipping coffee* Nick: *scribbles furiously into his notebook about deacon being over 200 years old*
Tinker Tom, whose been gathering “evidence” the entire time
I would just like to apologize, to my followers and to myself on tumblers behalf for butchering the formatting of my last two prompts (and deleting half of a whole companions prompt), I would like to say this wont happen again, but apparently that is not up for me to decide, no I am definitely not bitter
This has been rattling in my brain for a while and I didn’t know what react blog to bring it to and I just found yours and well- romanced companions finding out Nate was abusive to F!Sole? Either physically or just emotionally/mentally or both but like it’s been haunting me
Is that so? Well, don’t you worry Anon, I’m here to exorcise that little angst ghost haunting your brain with my sweet ass writing skills.
Prompt:Romanced!companions react to finding out F!Sole was abused by their husband.
Excluded companions:Codsworth,Dogmeat,Strong and Ada. For obvious reasons
Notes: 1.if there are any characters, e.g. : faction leaders or let’s say synth!Codsworth that anyone would like to be included please feel free to ask!
2. i dont know anything about old american law pertaining to abuse other than a quick google search.
3.I have tried to be as respectful as possible regarding this subject, but if anything i have written here comes off uninformed or disrespectful in anyway please let me know, thank you.
Warnings: mentions of abuse- both physical and mental, alcohol use, drug use, swearing under cut, this has also been tagged for easy avoidance.
Cait:“what did you mean when ya said ya was proud of me?” usually Cait wouldn’t bat an eye at Sole’s use of words when they were complimenting her or giving her affirmation, she’d flush, but she was used to it enough by now that it didn’t catch her wholly off guard like it used to. But Sole’s encouraging and somewhat wishful smile as she’d said that to Cait had always left her wondering, there was something there and what better time to broach the subject then while they were getting ready to call it a day from building defences, the new turrets they’d installed for the Abernathys humming in the background.
Sole sighed then, looking out at the scorched landscape in apparent thought, before she glanced back up at Cait and looked away just quickly “I just, I wish I’d been as strong as you, back then. With Nate.” the last part was said in a hushed, shamed little voice, her hand going to touch her face as if to wipe away some unseen blemish - in a way that had Cait’s hackles raise in indignation “Darlin’? Look at me.” she waited for Sole to come back to herself, to look her in the eyes, and hopefully not notice how she shook with rage at the implication. “Sole. You are one o’ the most fooken’ strongest people I ‘av ever met, whatever he did to you, however he made you feel, know that it don’t define you, that I don’t think any less of you, you hear?” that earned her a slight nod from Sole and, with a strained smile she led Sole back to the farm, it was getting dark and Sole had been working non-stop. There’d be time later, when they had more privacy and Sole was more rested to talk.
Curie:She was always fascinated with Sole, the way she talked and fought for what she believed was right, the way she could move around the battle field so stealthily and cared enough and took the time to teach Curie how to as well always left her with that fluttery feeling in her stomach that was what she believed to be called “butterflies”. Stealth didn’t come naturally to her, not being used to having legs and feet that could make a suprising amount of noise if placed wrong - unlike the quiet continuous hum of a thruster - it had her hyper-aware of Sole and the advice she gave while they were out exploring the Commonwealth, it was on one of these outings, while they were sneaking passed a group of raiders that were holding Caravan Traders hostage that they came across some old, dilapidated wooden stairs, Curie was sure this would pose a problem for them but Sole simply told her to stick as close to the wall as possible while ascending. She marveled at the surprizing lack of noise when they reached the top without a squeak and hid so Sole could plan their next move. She hadn’t meant to ask how a woman who was a lawyer was so good at being quiet, she supposed it was just another quirk of her new body- asking questions unconsciously.
Sole had frowned then, biting her lip and looking at Curie the way she did when she wasn’t sure if she should say something in front of her, it took a moment before Sole finally gave in “Nate was an….unplesant drunk, it paid in the long run to be able to move around the house quietly, especially the stairs…untill we moves to Sanctuary that is..” Sole said this in an even tone, the kind she used when dodging details or putting families at ease over the state of their loved ones passing, though Curie understood the implications she hadn’t understood her own emotional response, was it panic? she wasn’t sure and by the time she had collected herself the conversation was over, Sole already going over their next move- the way she did when she was dodging questions.
Deacon:“You know” she’d laughed, the hoarse kind of laugh that comes from the chest and had Deacon looking at her dubiously. They’d both been drinking - not quite five-sheets-to-the-wind drinking but tipsy enough-, sharing stories and jokes up in the steeple of the old north church, away from the rest of HQ but close enough to make a quick appearance if they were needed. The perfect place for that false sense of privacy.
“You know, Nate he- Nate used to say, he used to say to me- he’d say ‘Sole, you can’t do anything without me’ and that I ’needed him’ but, look!” She gestured wildly at the world below them and didn’t elaborate on what she’d done, he’d been there from day one more or less and had a pretty good grasp on her current list of accomplishments, so to be fair she didn’t need too. “Isn’t that just- isn’t it funny?” She laughed then too, the kind of wet laugh that came from the bottom of the throat and had his stomach twisting, he didn’t know what to say, what could he say? Jokes wouldn’t make this better. In the end he opted on pulling her into an embrace-not a hug- so that his chin rested on top of her head. It was the kind of laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all, it was the kind of laugh Deacon would do anything not to have her make again, for as long as she’d have him around, and probably longer.
John Hancock: He’d felt like scum the first time it had occurred to him that he was relived Nate was dead, because there was no way Sole would have chosen him over her husband. He’d promised himself he would never mention that to Sole though, he didn’t want to upset her or, God forbid, chase her away with his own insecurities regarding her late husband. And he didn’t have a problem with keeping it to himself, even when they were chemed out and lounging on the couch in his office, he’d used long enough to keep his thoughts to himself when he needed too. Sole, on the other hand, had not and as she was blissed out, head lying on Hancock’s chest and body pleasantly heavy she’d murmured something into the ruffles of his dress shirt.
“Hm?, What was that sunshine?” he nudged her gently so she’d lift, or rather roll, her head to the side so he could hear her. “I said, I love you so much” her lazily mumbled confession put a dopey smile on his face that he couldn’t blame the chems for “I used to love Nate too, but now I don’t think he loved me as much as he said he did” and that wiped the smile off his face just as quickly “Whaddya mean by that?” he scooted up the couch slightly as he said this, just enough to get a better look at her face “He used to say he loved me, but then he’d, he’d just hurt me, and then he’d say that it was my fault, that I made him do those things. You say you love me, and you don’t hurt me, so I think maybe he didn’t love me all that much” she said this in that matter-of-fact way people do when they’re out of it and come to a seemingly obvious conclusion and with that revelation, He held her tighter-snuggling further into the couch and placing a kiss on her cheek.
Hancock wasn’t ashamed to admit he was glad that Nate was dead now, he only regretted not being able to put the bastard down himself.
Nick Valentine:There had been whispers back when the old Nick was alive and though Sanctuary Hills was a bit out of his jurisdiction, and he was drowning in his own grief with the Eddie Winter case, he’d still heard the rumours. He’d heard about how an ex-military type, a supposed war hero had been brought in for a “Domestic disturbance”. But those were different times and though the old Nicks heart had bled for the poor soul this apparent “hero” was going home to, there was nothing he could legally do and, as it often was the case back then, no charges were brought against the man- the whole thing bar the rumours being swept under the rug.
Nowadays Nick usually felt a sense of accomplishment when putting a person to a case, like things were slotting into place, letting him see the bigger picture. But seeing Sole, eyes red and body shaking as she poured out her past lives grievances to him, he felt tired and restless at once, and angry. Mostly he was angry, though whether that was at Nate for doing it or old Nick for not doing something or at the whole damn system for letting it happen he couldn’t say. What he could do now, though, was be there for her, he could try to help her through it now, and he would, he would do something.
Paladin Danse:He’d noticed early on that Sole couldn’t look him in the eye when he talked to her, how she’d shrink away if he stepped too close to her or moved too quickly. At first he simply thought she was intimidated, as the Brotherhood’s presence in the Commonwealth was new and to be fair a man in full power armour was an intimidating sight if you weren’t used to it. Then she’d done the same with Rhys, then later on with Elder Maxson himself and though it had been odd in the paladins opinion that such a capable woman, a woman who had flung herself into a hoard of ferals to assist strangers without batting an eye, would recoil the moment someone talked to her, yet he found himself making excuses for her, after all, Rhys could be abrasive and Elder Maxson had a presence about himself that took some getting used to. And eventually she did get better, with him at least, not good but better.
When his..Synthetic truth had been revealed, and, despite the situation they were in as she stood between him and certain death,her head held high holding Maxson’s gaze, her voice firm, he felt proud that she’d managed despite the fact such things did not come easy to her.
Things were better between them now, much better in fact - without rank making things awkward they could finally treat each other as equals without favoritism being a problem. It was in one of their rare moments alone that she told him, she told him of Nate and his military presence, of his authoritarianism. Dance had once been sure that he could never hate a man more than he did ghouls and mutants and synths, and later he had been sure he could never hate anyone as much as he hated himself. Now he was certain he’d never hate anyone, living or dead as much as he hated Nate.
Porter Gage:”Nate used to hit me.” she said it in that nonchalant way she said most things, but Gage had been around her long enough to know some of her tells, like the way she set her jaw and squared her shoulders. Still the Overboss, still intimidating, but there was an opening, a vulnerability that only he was privy too, the kind that only came with the trust that who you were talking to wasn’t going to stab you in the back the minute it was bared to them.
He snorted, even the idea of someone trying that shit on the woman standing next too him seamed absurd, there wasn’t a raider in Nuka-world that wouldn’t cower at her feet“ Yeh?, bet if he tried that now you’d splatter ‘im up the wall, there’d be nothin’ left of him, ‘sept pulp!” that got a smile out of her, and from the way her shoulders relaxed he could tell he’d hit the nail on the head, her entire demeanour changing to one that said she owned the place, and he wasn’t going to argue with it, “Fuck him.” he affirmed, nodding his head to really get his point across. “Yeah, fuck him.” her voice was stronger this time, and Gage was sure that any residual anger she had over the subject would be put to good use on their next raid.
Post was getting long, Piper, Preston, Old Longfellow and X6-88 will be added on as a re-blog! ( I just have to proof read them first!)
{EDIT} I’ve just noticed half of Maccreadys has been cut off, I’m taking the rest away and will re-post the whole thing later on the re-blog!
Addendum:I do not have a beta reader and I am dyslexic, I do proof read everything but am bound to make mistakes- and I would like to apologise in advance for any I have missed.
Hello! So not romancing Deacon leaves me a sad little lady. Do you have any hcs for what being in a relationship with him would be like?
I might have a few up my metaphorical sleeve let me just-
5 Relationship Headcannons: Deacon
He's the kind of guy that tries to distance himself from the people he cares about, it’s jarring when you first start dating and he’s putting distance between the two of you - both physically and emotionally- untill you realize it’s his version of being subtle in the “Nobody will think that we are dating if I’m acting weird around you!” kind of way. And maybe it has something to do with anxiety and the fear of loss, but he’s not gonna admit it. Either way it’s obviouse somethings going on to almost everyone.
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Secret dates, secret messages and secret looks (on his part, because you can't see past his sun glasses, but maybe you learn to read him - and maybe that really freaks him out, internally of course) it feels more like a two-man club than dating - which apparently he thinks is a great cover story, and maybe your secret handshake involves a kiss or two, so what? nobody said secret handshakes had to be a hands-only event! The handshake is still valid! vital even!
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Deacon dosn’t like to be touched, dosn't like hand-holding or hugging or any PDA that might, Atom-or-whatever forbid- attract attention (though he might allow a little hug, you know, if you need one), despite this he has his own way of showing physical affection - a friendly shoulder bump here (hey the catacombs are crowded don't give him that look), a pat on the back that maybe lingers longer than necessary, and maybe you wake up at night to find him clinging to you and not on the other side of the mattress or already up like he is when you wake up in the morning, that's all just speculation, of course.
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Hijinks. Congratulations, you’re now his number one go-to, his first choice of partners in crime (unless you’re the victim, and even then...) from pranks to generally being stupid - you’re dragged into it all.
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He’s alway tried teaching you lessons, important ones, since the first time you met him (and maybe further back, maybe you know this, maybe you noticed when he wasnt being as anonymous as he would have liked, not like that was a test to see how perceptive you were haha) this dosn’t change, he still wants you to do your best, though perhaps his lessons are a little less geared towards making you distrust him, maybe they’re softer in delivery, maybe he’s a little more obviously in your corner, for your benefit, naturally.
Hi! It’s really nice to see another fallout react blog that’s active! I really like the posts you have up so far. The vine one got a laugh out of me And if we’re being honest, Deacon would know just about all the vines there is and quote them with the sole survivor lol
The Sole survivor, trying to figure out what else Deacon knows that he shouldn't:
Not an ask- but I absolutely love your reacts. The vine one really got me
Ahh, sorry for the late reply!
Thank you! I’m glad people are enjoying them, I haven’t posted any in a few weeks because of writer's block, but I feel the cloud lifting so i should be getting back into it!
He also has the AU-FUCKIN-DACITY to mention that Mac has a KID that we’ll never SEE. Like, I A D O R E this man; let me see his SPAWN and be happy FAMILY!!!
hi are you still taking requests and if so, what are your rules? ;3;
Yep! As long as my ask box is open I’m taking requests! I actually prefer to have a few to work on at a time
As for rules I don’t really have any, if I’m not OK with filling out a prompt then I’ll say but I think it takes away any confusion if people are allowed to ask (say if you wanted something really specific but aren't sure if it goes against any rules) , ya know?
I know it’s probably a bit early for me to be making a master list for prompts as there’s barely anything on my blog rn but I figured it would be easier to start it now than to try to find them all later, also it lets people know that I have received and I’m doing their prompts! So, Yay, master list!
Hi! How would the companions react to Sole having a strong accent?
Some of these are based on personal experiences and not at all meant to come off as offensive, that being said, we all experience things differently- where as I might take something lightly others might not- so if they do please tell me!
Prompt: Companions react to Sole having a strong accent
Excluded companions: none
Note: if there are any characters, ie: faction leaders or let’s say synth!Codsworth that anyone would like to be included please feel free to ask!
Warnings: swearing- like two swears- under cut
Cait: She laughs at them when they have difficulty communicating with settlers or traders, but it’s in good humour as she remembers a time where she had the same problem. She’ll help them out if communicating gets too difficult but will usually let them work things out their own way.
Codsworth: He doesn't care, Sole bought him pre-war and his top-of-the-line processor allow him to understand them perfectly, so it doesn't interfere with his ability too work and take orders.
Curie: When they first meet in vault 81 she asks them about it, more out of polite conversation than anything else. And then later on is more surprised that her new synth body has a harder time understanding them than the fact they have an accent at all, she knew robots and synths (and therefore humans) process sound differently, but to have first-hand experience in this is a unique scientific opportunity for her.
Deacon: He has so many questions about where they came from, what was it like pre-war? Would they consider going back to see how it is now? Could he come along and make it a vacation? Because they totally deserve a vacation. While they’re on missions he’ll do most of the talking, as he’ll be afraid it might make them too recognisable- especially if they're someone already well known.
Dogmeat: He doesn't care, he knows when he’s being called a good boy and that’s all that really matters.
John Hancock: He’s surprised when he hears them the first time but that’s about it, a lot of different people drift through Goodneighbor so it’s nothing out of the ordinary for the Mayor, he’s more interested in what Sole will do than what they sound like.
Nick Valentine: It doesn't matter too him, he has a good processor and Old Nicks memories, so communication between them isn't usually a problem and, hey, they're a good person and a damned good partner and that’s all that really matters.
Danse: The Brotherhood has members from all walks of life, as long as they're human. Strong, regional accents are not uncommon to Dance so he doesn't give Sole’s a second thought, but finds himself feeling guilty if he has to ask them to repeat themselves.
Piper: Sole certainly isn't the only one in Diamond City with an accent, and though she has to ask them to repeat things in their interview for accuracy's sake she’s generally more interested in the story they tell her. When they get closer she gets defensive on Soles behalf if anyone gives them grief over it.
Preston: He doesn't have time to think about it when they first meet and by the time they are in Sanctuary he’s already used to it, being a Minuteman means he’s met and worked with a good few people in his time from all over the Commonwealth, so he has an easy enough time at adapting, on the few occasions he has to ask them to repeat themselves he’s patient about it.
MacCready: He’s met enough people from all over through his travels as a mercenary that he doesn't really give it a second thought, as long as they're paying who gives a .. shucks, right? When they get closer thought his childish curiosity will win out and he’ll ask the occasional question about where they're from.
Strong: He gets frustrated when he can’t understand what they’re saying to him, and often ends up storming off to go smash something or someone.
X6-88: He has a harder time understanding them than he’d like to admit, and finds himself wondering if they think his hearing is faulty or if he just doesn't pay attention to them. He gets better as they spend more time together but that doesn't get rid of his own worries, though he’d never tell a soul that he had any.
Ada: Like Codsworth, her audio processors allow her to perfectly understand Sole, though she does have a passing interest in their accent that’s about as far as it goes.
Old Longfellow: He’s already slightly hard of hearing, and maybe he uses that as an excuse to not hurt Sole’s feelings when he asks them to repeat themselves, which is more often than he’d like. He thinks he’s slick, but Sole knows what he’s doing- though his efforts are appreciated.
Porter Gage: There’s weirder shit in Nuka-World than Soles accent, and though they both can get frustrated when trying to communicate- him with having to ask them to repeat themselves and them because his frustration is apparently infectious, he still has mad respect for them. He won’t admit to them that he gets frustrated because having to ask them to repeat themselves makes him feel stupid.
Addendum:I do not have a beta reader and I am dyslexic, I do proof read everything but am bound to make mistakes- and I would like to apologise in advance for any I have missed.
