#mod harlow

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I was wondering if you could write something for Sadie and a fem! reader, if you’re still taking rdr2 requests that is! (I don’t know how old this blog is I just got here) but the reader is basically sadie’s opposite! Soft, quiet, yknow the whole deal. Reader wants to learn how to shoot so she can help the gang but her hands are too shakey to hold the gun properly, and Sadie has to hold reader’s hands up,, HOO boy imagine being held from behind by Mrs. Adler I would fuckinf sob ok I love her-

​​​​​​​She had no problem pressing her chest against your back as she muttered instructions in your ear. Her hands clasped around yours to keep your aim steady and precise. "It's a bottle, dear." She reassures as you shake in her hold. "Ain't nothin' that can feel pain. It's just glass, don't worry. All you gotta do is hit it."

Sadie rests her chin on your shoulder and slips one of her hands flat on your stomach. "Take in a deep breath and when you let it out," she applies pressure to your trigger finger until a shot rings out and glass shards fly like diamonds, "Shoot."

She knows the air leaving your lungs is more relief than excitement, so she presses a long kiss to the side of your face. "I know it's scary, darlin'. But I don't ever want you to feel defenseless. Like you can't do nothin' if you're in danger."

"I know." You find your voice and turn towards her with a miniscule smile. "I know, Sadie. I thank you."

"No. Thank you for lettin' me teach you."

When she properly laid eyes on you for the first time you were sewing up some clothes, looking so content like you weren't surrounded by self-proclaimed killers and outlaws, she had wondered what a flower was doing amongst weeds. You didn't look like you could hurt a fly–hell, she even saw you apologize to Bill when he spilt soup on you–so her desire to teaching you wasn't only for self-defense, but to ease her worries. After Jake, she wasn't sure she could handle another love dying without snapping and becoming Hell on Earth.

(Gang be damned, she'd take everyone down with her.)

"Of course." You say. You bring her revolver towards your chest to admire the detailings and shine. "I know I ain't for this hard life but... You're right. I don't ever want to feel helpless neither."

Taking in a deep breath, you hand Sadie back her gun and watch how easily she slips it back into her holster. It's become second nature with how much she practices shooting, even if she gets scolded by Micah that she's "wastin' bullets".

"Good." She replies.

She offers a smile reserved for those close to her while planting a palm on your lower back. "Why don't we get back and you can tell the girls how your first lesson gone." She chuckles as she starts leading you back to camp. "Can even tell them you did it yourself."

"No way," you immediately deny. "I'll give credit where credit is do so, Mrs. Adler, the credit is yours." You pat her shoulder as you walk with a grin. "No better teacher than you, I say." You pause. "Don't tell any of the men I said that."

"Aw, and here I was hopin' to make 'em jealous of a pretty woman thinkin' so highly of me." She says with a shake of her head.

"Sadie!" You scold through laughter. "We don't need the men with bruised skin and egos!"

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You not once ever regretted meeting Leorio Paladiknight at The Hunter Exam. You can still recall vividly when he tried to sabotage you—which not only earned him a good fist-fight but also a chance at love.

The two of you had been as inseparable as bees to honey since that beautiful fateful day.

...That was a weird euphemism but it works.

Either way, you can say with confidence that you loved Leorio. You loved his weird half-beard, his glasses that he obviously didn’t need, his spiky hair that could poke holes into your skin if he tried hard enough… His laugh was like the sun parting a way through the clouds, and his voice reminded you of that one time you did that one rememberable thing. Everything about him caused your heart to beat faster.

This time, though… not in a good way.

”Leorio, my dear, my love, my Prince Charming in a business suit,” you started with a gentle smile, “Please for the love of God stop offering me to vape.” As you said this you moved his vape-holding hand away from your face. “If you’re going to smoke, at least do something hardcore. Weed. Cocaine. Pixie Dust.” Your tone held a begging undertone to it.

Leorio tsk’d and shook his head. “You don’t understand luxury when you see it, Cheerios.” He scolded, a frown toying his oh-so-kissable lips. Lips that are now around the end of a vape-pen.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes at his simple, cold-hearted response. In anger, you slammed your hands onto the coffee table that you weren’t aware was between the two of you. “Why won’t you listen to me, Leorio-kun?!” You shouted in anguish. “This isn’t you! The Leorio I fell in love with would never vape that weak shit!”

As if you struck the wrong cord, Leorio yanked the vape out of his mouth and slammed it onto the table. “Yamero!” He shouted back, his eyes somehow hiding behind his small glasses. “You don’t understand, do you, my Honey Bunches of Oats?!” His hair managed to cover his eyes as he spoke timidly. “Vaping… vaping is all I have left of… him.”

Ripples started to form around Leorio’s body, signaling that he’s experiencing a flashback but you could not see it because you were not him. “Leo…” You whimpered out, your heart knowing who he was talking about. “He… he wouldn’t want you to vape in his honor! He’d want you to do something cooler than that!”

”How would you know?!” Leorio cried out.

”Because I am him!”

Suddenly, you were on the ground, a sick look on your face. You smiled up at Leorio whom had rushed to kneel beside your dying body. “I… never said anything. I didn’t want you to be hurt again…” You wept softly.

Leorio took your hand into his, his grip begging you not to go, as his other cupped your face. As tears fell from him eyes, he spoke. “I’ll… I’ll vape in your honor, Count Chocula.”

You weakly nodded your head and sent him a peace sign, your body slowly disappearing into nothing. “Tight shit, dude.” Your hushed voice whispered throughout the wind.

Looking up at the ceiling, Leorio brought his vape pen back to his mouth. He inhaled the fumes and smile sadly.

It was your favourite flavour.

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Could I request something where reader isn't feeling well and one day when Jack and Arthur come back from one of their fishing trips they surprise reader with a flower necklace that Jack made them and Arthur had just picked some real pretty wild flowers and he's all blushy and cute??? Thank you!!!

“It was all his idea.” Was the first words that left Arthur’s mouth when he found you at camp. His left hand was scratching at his chin, a sign he was nervous, but he kept a steady gaze. Well, he did before Jack skipped up besides him with a ring of flowers in his hands.

Jack looked up at Arthur and beamed, saying. “You found them! I told you that you could!” He beamed. He turned towards you and marched his way up, a determined glaze in his eyes, before he presented the crown to you. “Here!” He all-but-shouted as he tried to place it on your head. Huffing when he couldn’t, Jack furrowed his brows before simply putting the flowers in your hands. “I can’t reach.” He said before nodding his head at his own statement, agreeing with himself. “I’m gonna go play with papa now!” He exclaimed before giving you a quick hug and trotting off.

You fingered the petals delicately as smiled at Jack’s thoughtfulness (a secret part of you gushing at how sweet the boy was) while you places it in your head. You gave Arthur a teasing look as your smile turned into a playful look. “How’d’I look?”

”It was all his idea.”

Chuckling, you waved a hand to shoo the statement away. “Yeah, yeah. S’ppose it was his idea to use those flowers I was eyeing when we went huntin’ too?”

Arthur reaches up to bring his hat down to shield his eyes from you. “…We jus’ happen to walk by ‘em.” He replied with slight hesitance, already knowing he lost this battle.

You bummed out a one note tune and thought for a moment—Was that the best he could come up with?—before letting your face melt back into an easy smile. “Well, when I find Jack I’ll have to thank him properly, seeing as he took off before I could.” You walked up to Arthur and grabbed the tip of his hat to bring it back up. “And I thank you too, Arthur, for accompanying him.” You said before leaning in towards his face, eyes lidded and lips parted slightly.

Arthur’s own eyes widened at the gesture, his heart thumping wildly and cheeks starting to burn from the heat of both his shyness and your breath that fanned against his skin. “Darlin’,” he started, yet his mouth couldn’t form any more words.

”…Thank you, Arthur.” You whispered out before poking (more like “booping”) his nose with your own and moving away, a semi-smug grin on your face. “Seriously, means a lot!” You added before nodding you head at him as a goodbye gesture and walking away to work on the camp.

Poor Arthur. All he can think about now is how inviting your lips looked.

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Do you mind doing Sadie x fem!Reader sfw hcs? neutral gender is okay too if your not comfortable with it.

After losing her late husband, Sadie wasn’t sure if she would be ready to love again (as cliché as it sounds). She already felt alone without him but now she was with a group of people she doesn’t know, and they’re outlaws? It was a rare moment where she felt truly afraid.

Yet she also thanked whatever’s left of her belief in God for the agreeing to go with the group. That’s how she met you.

She was weary of you at first, as she was with everyone, but you welcomed her with open arms and a goofy grin. She liked that.

She knew you tried to make her feel safe and secure with her new group of… friends?, and she couldn’t be more appreciative. She holds the memories of you reading books to her, keeping her company, sticking by her side even when she would break down crying, very close to her heart.

Maybe it was the loneliness she felt or the many times you’ve seen her vulnerable when no one was looking but she found herself wishing for your hand to fit perfectly into her own; fingers interlocking in a silent promise of “I won’t leave you”.

But she had never felt like this way towards another woman.

Despite that, she wasn’t one to deny her feelings—to lock them up and away in the attic and left alone forever, buried deep with all her other memories. No, she was Sadie Adler. A woman that survived a bandit ambush, joined a team of outlaws, and pulled the trigger more times than she thought she ever would. She was a survivor, an avenger, a… very nervous person when you’d scoot a little too close to her, your shoulder touching as you talked about whatever.

She wants to confess—What is she, a patsy?!—but she’s unsure if she should. It’s not the rejection that holds her back(, she lies to herself), but the thought of opening up so soon.

As she sees you playfully tease Arthur and laugh, your eyes lighting up at the remark he makes in retaliation, she thinks that… maybe she’ll wait a few more days. Or weeks. Maybe a month, just to be safe, before she says anything.

Hopefully by that time you’d have made the first move.

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If it's alright, can i request some shy first time hand-holding with Javier, Charles, and Arthur?

Javier isn’t one to shy away from initiating any contact with someone—especially if they’re someone close to him—so you can expect to be held and grabbed a lot.

He soon notices, though, that when he tries to grab ahold of your hand… you slip away at the last second. This confuses him. A lot.

He’s hugged you before and you would happily hug him back, and you two have even shared cheek and forehead kisses too… so why is hand holding the thing you back out on?

This drives him to try and hold your hand even more.

Javier “I Love You So Much Let Me Hold You” Escuella becomes even more smooth. Er, as smooth as he can get without it becoming secondhand-embarrassment for those around him—oh, nevermind, he hit that point.

The camp can’t help but watch in awe as he tries everything in the book… to simply hold your hand. He used those pickup lines, those gestures, in the past to get someone in bed but for simple hand holding? How soft have you made him?

Javier “I Won’t Give Up Please Tell Me Why You’re So Shy Also I Love You” Escuella.

If you want to save his reputation (or maybe the attention of everyone is getting to you) it’d be best to either explain why you’re so shy or leap for it and grab his hand. Either one will shut him up.

He realizes, if you grabbed his hand, how perfectly they go together. Both your hands are kinda dry but they feel… nice. Like this is what they were molded to do—to hold each other.

He starts blushing and stumbles a bit over his words because, wow! There’s something so soft about this and it makes him feel really secure; safe, at home. He’s held hands before with other people but yours… yours fit with him so good.

Be prepared to lose that hand though, because he’s never letting it go! It’s his now. He claimed so himself.

“You can’t just take my hand—Javier, it’s part of my body!” You argued yet made no attempt to move. Gently, Javier placed a kiss on your knuckles (while ignoring Sean who was fake-vomiting at the romantic gesture) and said, “then I’ll just have to take all of you, right?”

Was that a sexual-innuendo…? It didn’t even make sense!

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How would Arthur, Charles and John react to a s/o who is a very talented rider and overall very good with horses? I have a friend that is like this, all horses seem to love him!

The only thing Arthur doesn’t like about this is how if you’re riding his horse and he whistles, they won’t come to him.

Seriously. It’s like they love you more than him.

Doesn’t like it when he’s trying to leave and you call out to his horse and they just… Stop. Please. He needs to collect these debts.

He thinks it’s cool how easy you can ride horses so easily, like you’ve been doing it since you were born.

Definitely asks for a few tips.

Is also a bit flustered when asking for said tips.

Sometimes asks if he can ride “shotgun” with you on your horse because he likes how smooth everything is.

Will, and has, drawn you riding horses or just taking care of them. Even leaves little notes with the tips you gave him near the drawings.

Will never show you the drawing unless you really beg.

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Charles is thoroughly impressed with your ability and will openly ask you questions about it.

Have you always been this good with animals? Is it only horses? Have you ever fallen off of your horse when practicing? Is this why his horse keeps listening to you but not him when you’re around?

Once saw you ride a wild horse just by sweet-talking them.

Proceeded to watch the horse follow you both to camp so now you guys have another horse I guess!

Just like Arthur he asks for simple tips on making his ride more smooth.

Unlike Arthur, he’s not shy about it. He’s willing to learn from you since he knows that’s more important than holding up any “bad boy” image he might have.

He’s a visual learner so he’ll deny any “shotgun” rides you offer, instead opting out for riding along side you.

Will race you when you two head back to camp, no questions.

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How about Charles, Arthur and Sean (idk how many you take at a time so you can pick one if that's better) with an s/o who is a trick rider? Like in those wild west shows where they would stand on horses and do other things like that. Sorry if this doesn't make sense

Charles would be concerned for the horses well-being when he sees you standing on them.

Horses, despite how much what they can be used for, are fragile creatures… both physically and emotionally.

He’s afraid you’ll end up hurting the creatures bones if you do it for too long. Yeah, they’re strong but horses… God, do you know what their legs are even like? You could look at one wrong and it’d break all it’s legs.

Once he’s been reassured that nothing wrong will happen to you or the animal then he starts to show how impressed he is.

You can do all sorts of tricks, things you don’t see often if at all, and he’s all for it.

He would be against you doing anything whilst on the battlefield though. It looks cool and all but you could get seriously hurt or, god forbid, die.

He’ll be open to you teaching him some simple tricks to do, however. It’s still an impressing talent!

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The moment you show any sign of doing something not-ordinary, Sean is completely on board.

You can do what while on a horse? And not fall??

…Can you teach him?

He’ll loudly cheer you on anytime you show off your talent to anyone, always shouting about how you’e better than any rider he’s ever seen (including himself).

Believe me when I say everyone knows how talented you are. He even tells the people that they’ve tied up to force information out of.

He’s like a proud parent, sort of? Maybe like an overly-supportive person.

You’ll have to tell him to tone it down because you can tell people are starting to get annoyed with his yelling of praise.

If you’re someone that doesn’t like attention then good luck: you’re really gonna need it with this boy around.

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Today is my 21st birthday and I'm wondering if you could write a fluff/smut Arthur Morgan x me birthday party story please.

“—Birthday to yo~ou!” Everybody around the campfire sang off-key—well, besides Javier, lucky bastard—with grins in their faces. Some members clinked their bottles together before taking a swig of the alcohol while the more responsible ones took small sips. Drinking it slowly made the affects last longer anyways.

You laughed at the family before you as Bill sat down beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, shifting you side-to-side drunkily. “You know,” he started, a tiny slur to his words, “this might be the best party yet!”

You doubt he’d remember this party at all.

With a chuckle, you nodded your head. “I sure hope so. It is a special day for me.”

”’Course, ‘course!” He dozed off, removing his arm after a hot second and making a b-line towards a nearby tree.

You’ll pretend you didn’t hear the man heave up his dinner. Though, you did hear a certain Irish boy yell out in dismay afterwards.

The next few minutes was spent by everyone congratulating you on a happy birthday—or as Simon put it, “another year to enjoy his cooking”—while laughing their asses off. Then came presents.

You only got a few, but that was alright. You were just happy to be alive still. That doesn’t mean you didn’t appreciate what they gave you!

Charles gave you a new bow-string after yours had snapped, while John had simply offered to do you chores for the next few days. Little Jack gave you his last chocolate bar (you split it with him) that he said was from him and Mama Abigail, and Javier gave you a special song.

Bill… was too drunk with Sean to form words so you didn’t know if they got you anything (if they did, you were scared to know what), and both Dutch and Hosea pitched in to get you a very pretty, and expensive-looking, knife. It had little engravings of your birth-animal in the steel!

The girls all said they were taking you out to have a “fun time”, Lenny also helping by driving and chaperoning, which you couldn’t really complain about.

There was just one person you really wanted a gift from…

“Well, if it ain’t the birthday girl.”

Speak of the devil—no, speak of the angel.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you tilted your head backwards to look at the tall cowboy with a smile. “And how are you, Mr. Morgan? Enjoying yourself, I hope?”

”Yes, ma’am.” He commented as he sat beside you after seeing Abigail and Jack off to bed with John. “They sure do know how to liven things up.”

You laughed quietly, turning your gaze towards the warm fire. “You’ve got that rough. I’ve never felt more happy than I do now.”

”D’aw, then what ‘bout those time we went huntin’?”

”Oh, shush. You know what I mean.”

Arthur laughed at his failed teasing as he watched Javier get up from his seat by the fire and yawn. They both locked eyes, one dark-brown pair holding a knowing look while the blue pair narrowed slightly. It was a silent conversation of “Tell her”’s and “Soon”’s that quickly ended after the Mexican turned to walk away, guitar in hand.

Clearing his throat, the cowboy looked back over to you before a grin placed itself on his lips.

He loved the way the fire’s embers made you look so warm and cozy—like home.Letting out a quiet sigh, he spoke. “I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

”Only like, every day.”

”Well it’s true.” When you looked his way he used his hand to move loose strands of your hair away from your eyes. “I say it for a reason.”

You couldn’t help the way your chest tightened at his love-struck gaze or how the gap between you both drew smaller. “I know. I like hearing you say it.” You replied before your lips connected in a sweet kiss. It was soft, just like him, and was over sooner then you wanted (not like you’d say that outloud, anyways), but you didn’t mind.

Arthur guided your head to lean on his shoulder as he let you snuggle into him. “Don’t be thinkin’ I didn’t get you a gift either.” He said, his eyes casting upwards to the stars. “My gift… is a night you won’t forget.”

Immediately after hearing those words you straightened your back and moved away from him a bit, your face heating up like some school girl. “Arthur Morgan, you did not just say that!”

With a grin, he shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “What’d I say?”

”Oh, you…!” You huffed out air and shook your head at his rare antics, a grin of your own forming in your lips. “Keep it in your pants off now, okay? We have all night for your present.”

Laughing, he nodded his head and let you lean back on him. “Alright, Alright. Anythin’ for the birthday girl.”