#maccready in the back owo

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DADGUM your fallout 4 reacts are so darn good. God anymore? owo

So I took this as a free for all and I did pining!companions reacting to Sole singing a sad/longing love song (I thought of Soon from Thumbelina as I wrote this)

Cait

Cait had no idea Sole could be so… tender. She’d known that Sole was a decent person, sure, it was practically insufferable how much she wanted to help everyone they came across. But it hadn’t occurred to Cait that maybe, sometimes it was her that needed the help. She just didn’t know how to ask for it. Of course, this could just be Cait reading into things, couldn’t it? Jet probably fogging up her brain, probably makin’ her get all emotional. Sole was loner, like her, didn’t need nobody or nothing. Yep.

Just like her.

Curie

Curie would wait patiently for her to finish before revealing herself fully, gushing with praise.

“You sing so beautifully madame, and with such passion! I can only hope that one day I can express myself in such a graceful way as you, Sole.” Curie has no idea the way her cheeks glow and her eyes sparkle when she compliments Sole, or any time she talks about her, really.

Danse

Danse thought he was hearing a holotape at first, her singing sounded so clear and lovely. And he couldn’t deny that it reminded him of certain… thoughts he’d been having concerning her. Was it possible that she yearned for him in the same way? Not likely, he thought. But for those moments, when he could hear her heart, beating and raw just a stone’s throw away, he liked to imagine she did. That maybe life didn’t have to be lonely anymore.

Deacon

Barbara, what would you have done?

There was, of course, no answer back. The melodic tones that rang through the night air only reminded Deacon of his current dilemma. Sole.

The Railroad agent had long since resolved never to let anyone within arms reach of his true self again. Not only was he unwilling to let anyone get hurt because of him, he was also convinced that he was undeserving of that kind of love. He’d had it once, but his despicable past caught up to him, and he figured his past sins had sentenced him to a life alone.

But Sole wouldn’t let him be alone. She was shoving her way into his life, into his identity, and Deacon was running out of the willpower to keep her out.

Hancock

Fuck, and he thought Magnolia was talented. He’d never felt anything like this listening at the Third Rail. And here Sole was, not performing for anybody but herself, keeping that beautiful voice a secret. And Hancock felt guilty for even listening. He couldn’t help but do more than just listen— he hoped. Hoped that when she sang that melody, when she sang of love, that she thought of him. It was a selfish thing to hope for. She didn’t deserve to be stuck on some ghoul, not like he was stuck on her. He didn’t sing much, especially not since going ghoul, but for the first time in a long time, he wanted to.

Gage

For as long as he could remember, Gage was never fond of music. RedEye was annoying as all hell and barely musically literate, much less talented. All those pre-war crooners sounded the same to him, not to mention how irritating Travis was as a radio host. Classical bored him to fuckin tears. And most anything else he heard was a derivative of one of those. But hearing Sole’s sweet, lonely voice was something else entirely. He’d never admit it, but he would stay up for as long as they decided to sing, even if that was til dawn. Of all the memories the two of them shared since she became Overboss, these were his favorite. Maybe when he was feeling a little more honest with himself, he’d ask her to sing love songs just for him, only him.

MacCready

Sometimes there was singing in Little Lamplight. The older kids would do it sometimes, help the younger ones get to sleep. Mac was no stranger to such lullabies, and he even sang them to Duncan some time ago. What he heard that night from Sole was not a lullaby. But somehow, it helped him rest a little easier. In these little ways, Sole could always make him feel safe, without even trying. Maybe someday he’d have the courage to tell them that.

Nick Valentine

If there’s anyone who could appreciate a love song, it’d be the man with the last name Valentine. He probably sings to himself a fair bit when he feels nostalgic, especially when he thinks of the real Nick Valentine. But to hear that Sole shares that same sort of melancholy, the one that needs to be let out in that way, makes him feel a sort of kinship and fondness he hasn’t yet known for anyone else.

Old Longfellow

He’d sang shanties with the best of them, and Old Longfellow knew a soulful talented voice when he heard one. He knew many songs of love and loss and listlessness, but this one was new, and it came from somewhere he didn’t expect. The song was too passionate for the singer to not be acquainted with its subject. He’d remember to ask for a story or two, when next they travelled. He hadn’t wanted to get to know someone, to really know them, for a long time...

Piper

Journalists have trained ears, and Piper is no different. She hears a song she doesn’t know, she gets curious as can be, wants to know all about it, like she does with most things. To see Sole as the source had her blushing for some reason she couldn’t pinpoint. Longing? Piper hadn’t allowed herself to long for much of anything, not for years. Nat had always come first, before anything. Maybe it was time to start longing again.

Preston

Preston wasn’t usually one for music-listening. Didn’t have the time, but it wasn’t until he could hear Sole singing that he realized how little he allowed himself. He hadn’t listened to music and enjoyed himself for a really long time. So he resolved to sit nearby, maybe maintain his gun, and just listen for a while. Even if he was busy again tomorrow, he could have this moment, and he could hold it dear for a while.

X6-88

X6 knew music as it was defined. He knew what made it good and bad, he knew theoretical application of technique. But to know this was not truly knowing music, and he was beginning to understand that very fact upon hearing Sole. The things he had heard were all commercial, professional, often pandering. He had never heard a song come directly from someone’s soul. Suddenly, he loved music.