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heya ! :P please could you write something fluffy with Molly O’shea 😭 like your seeing her behind Dutch’s back or something like that!! Your writing is amazing oh my gosh
Stolen.
MY GOSHHH, i love molly, she is such a sweetie, and dutch does NOT... deserve her. in this thing, i made the reader in a rival gang, that i just made up, soooooooo :3 i also made this a m!reader Warnings: none ----
The moon hung low over the Lemoyne swamps, casting a soft glow over the thick night air. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the occasional hoot of an owl broke the silence. You sat atop your sleek gray mustang, Orion, just beyond the Van der Linde camp, hidden in the trees. The Scarface Gang would skin you alive if they knew where you were, but that wasn’t what worried you most. No, it was Dutch Van der Linde—if he found out you’d been sneaking around with his woman, you’d be dead before sunrise.
The snap of a twig made your pulse spike, but then you saw her—Molly O’Shea. Her red hair gleamed under the moonlight, and that mischievous smile of hers made your chest tighten.
“You’re late,” you teased in a hushed whisper.
She huffed, lifting her skirts just enough to step over a patch of mud. “Dutch was going on and on about something,” she muttered. “I had half a mind to slap him just to get away.”
You grinned, reaching out to help her up onto Orion. “One of these nights, someone’s going to catch us.”
“And what? You afraid of a little trouble, love?” Molly leaned into you, her breath warm against your neck as she settled into the saddle.
“I’m afraid of gettin’ a bullet in my head over you,” you murmured, but the truth was—you weren’t. Not really.
Molly let out a quiet laugh, wrapping her arms around your waist as you nudged Orion into a slow walk. The night belonged to you both in these stolen moments, away from the weight of gang politics and Dutch’s possessiveness.
As you rode through the trees, Molly rested her head against your back. “You ever think about running off?” she asked softly.
Your fingers tightened on the reins. You had. More times than you could count.
“With you?” you asked.
She hummed in response. “We could, you know. Just disappear.”
You turned your head slightly, catching her hopeful gaze in the dim light. “And where would we go, Molly O’Shea?”
She smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Anywhere but here.”
You exhaled slowly, staring ahead at the moonlit trail as Orion carried you both through the quiet night. The idea of running off with Molly, leaving all of this behind, was tempting—God, it was tempting. A life without bloodshed, without looking over your shoulder, without Dutch’s shadow hanging over her. A life where it was just the two of you, where you could start fresh, start a family.
But you couldn’t leave. Not yet.
Your grip on the reins tightened. “Molly…” you started, voice barely above a whisper.
She must have heard the hesitation in your tone because she shifted slightly behind you, holding onto you a little tighter. “What is it?”
You swallowed hard before answering. “My sister,” you murmured. “She’s in Scarface. She’s the only family I got left.”
Molly was silent for a moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns against your chest. “I didn’t know you had a sister,” she admitted.
You nodded. “She ain’t like me. She ain’t cut out for this life, but if I leave… I don’t know what happens to her. I can’t just run off and leave her to fend for herself.”
Molly sighed, resting her forehead against your back. “I understand,” she whispered. And you knew she did. She had no family but Dutch, and maybe once upon a time, that had been enough. But now? She wanted more. Just like you did.
You reached down, taking her hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “I love you, Molly,” you admitted, your voice raw with emotion. “More than anything.”
She squeezed back, her breath hitching slightly. “I love you too,” she said, her voice trembling just a little. “I just… I just want a real life with you.”
You closed your eyes, imagining it—Molly in a white dress, a little house somewhere far from all of this, kids running through a field, laughing. Peace. A future. A family.
You pulled gently on Orion’s reins, bringing him to a stop in a quiet clearing surrounded by towering trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting soft silver streaks over the ground. With a deep breath, you swung your leg over the saddle and slid off with practiced ease, turning to help Molly down like the gentleman you always were.
She looked at you with quiet affection as you reached up, hands firm but gentle on her waist as you lifted her down. For a moment, she didn’t move—just stood there, her hands resting on your chest, searching your face as if trying to memorize you in this moment.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she murmured.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “’Course I am,” you admitted. “Think about it every damn day.”
Molly studied you for a long moment before she reached up, cupping your face in her hands. “I just want a life where I can wake up next to you,” she whispered. “Where I don’t have to worry about bullets, about Dutch, about what tomorrow’s gonna bring. I want us to be free.”
You swallowed hard, emotions clawing at your chest. You wanted that too. But you were torn—torn between love and loyalty, between the future you dreamed of and the past you couldn’t let go of.
And yet…
Before you could stop yourself, you slowly sank down onto one knee, the damp earth pressing against your trousers. Molly gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth as her wide eyes stared down at you.
“I ain’t got a fancy ring,” you started, voice thick with emotion. “I ain’t even got a plan. But I know one thing for certain, Molly O’Shea—I love you. And if there’s a way, any way, for me to give you the life you want… the life we both want… I swear to you, I’ll find it.”
Molly let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her hands trembling as she reached for yours.
“You mean it?” she whispered.
“With every damn piece of me,” you said, squeezing her hands tight. “I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, but one day… I’ll make you my wife. I’ll give you a home. A family. And I’ll love you every day for the rest of my life.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, but she was smiling—smiling so brightly it made your chest ache.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, my love. Always, yes.”
Molly held your hands so tightly it almost hurt, her breath coming out in little, uneven gasps. You could feel her heartbeat racing through her fingertips, matching your own.
She searched your face, her eyes still wet with tears but shining with something else now—hope.
“You mean it?” she whispered again, as if afraid this moment might vanish.
You nodded, squeezing her hands. “Yeah. I mean it.” Your voice was steadier now, conviction settling in your chest. “We leave. You, me… and my sister. We’ll ride north, cross the border into Canada, and never look back.”
Molly let out a sharp breath, something between a laugh and a sob. “Canada,” she murmured, like she was tasting the word on her lips. “You think we could make it that far?”
“If we’re smart, if we plan it right… yeah, I do,” you said, your voice firm. “We got money saved up between us. We ride out at night, take the long roads, stay off the trails. I know a few fellas up that way—trappers, ranchers. They don’t ask questions.”
Molly sniffled and nodded, determination settling into her features. “And your sister?”
You exhaled slowly. “She comes, no matter what. I won’t leave her behind.”
Molly smiled at that, reaching up to cup your cheek. “That’s why I love you,” she murmured. “You’re a good man.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Not sure about that.”
She tilted her head, smirking. “Well, you’re my man. And that’s good enough for me.”
You leaned into her touch for a moment, savoring the warmth of it, then pulled her close, pressing your forehead against hers.
“We do this, we do it right,” you murmured. “We don’t tell nobody. Not Dutch, not anyone in your camp, not even my own men. We ride out in the dead of night—head west first, then north, throw off any trails.”
Molly nodded quickly. “I’ll pack what I can, keep it light. I’ve got some money hidden away too. Not much, but enough.”
You cupped her face, rubbing your thumbs gently over her cheeks. “It’s gonna be alright, Molly. I swear to you.”
She let out a shaky breath, then nodded. “Alright,” she whispered. “We go to Canada.”
You kissed her—slow, deep, full of every promise you couldn’t put into words. And in that moment, with the moon high above and the whole world sleeping around you, you knew there was no turning back.
You were leaving this life behind.
For her.
For family.
For freedom.
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vampire sadie adler!!
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sadie adler paperdoll
sadie adler papercraft!!!!!!!!!
original paperdoll base; _c0rll on TikTok
rdr base; @snuize
#rdr2#sadieadler#sadierdr2#sadie adler#sadie adler rdr2#art#paperdoll#papercraft#nosfurarity’s works
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After the dealings with john ,Sadie left for south America and got remarried ,BING BAM BOOM many years later you're left with Rafe Adler
#reddeadredemption2#red dead redemption#uncharted#uncharted2#uncharted3#uncharted4#rafe#rafeadler#adler#sadie adler#sadieadler
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MEOOWWWWWW




sadie adler the woman that you are......
#sadieadler#i love u sadie adler#rdr2#sadie adler#sadie rdr2#sadie adler rdr2#im so gay#THANK GOD FOR WOMEN#i love her so much
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Been free
Sadie Adler is one of the strongest, courageous and best female character in video games.
I wish i could have just 50% of her strenght 💪🏻
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Red Dead Revenge.
It’s hard living in the dying days of outlaw, gunslingers and the unrelenting wild of the American west. None know this more so than Ms. Sadie Adler, after losing her husband, her home and everything she held dear. Only one gaol will see her through and that’s seeing the gang that destroyed her life lay dead at her feet. Enjoy!
#sadieadler#sadieadlerfanart#sadieadlerreddeadredemtion#reddeadredemption#reddeadredemption2#reddeadredemption2fanart#rockstargames#rockstargamesfanart#videogames#videogamesfanart#videogamescharacter#wildwest#19thcentuery#gunslingers#outlaws#illustration#watercolourpainting#caricature#cartoon#fanart
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Cold collision-Arthur Morgan story - Chapter 2 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1374959420-cold-collision-arthur-morgan-story-chapter-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MartaPaulaVolosova&wp_originator=3dz8PLPnIiyODdTGNrmz2voyfQ7QSBhRHK1TIqLyqv8lSfL0ZkO0P6ufH4oY3HqGuweSl0sFXgYflJ%2Be9vLdtooA6XdvGmr23RU5SipeI8qtKZVU6o5JkQFzM%2BLgW6zl Agnes O'Shea was always different from her younger sister Molly who was very ladylike. Agnes was not so soft, she was never afraid of jobs given to her and always made sure that the job was done perfectly. Even being rude was normal to her...Knew how to wield a weapon nicely... But life in Ireland was never perfect for her so she and Molly left for more adventures in dreamland America. And who knows what awaits them...
#abigailmarston#arthurmorgan#dutchvanderlinde#jackmarston#johnmarston#micahbell#reddeadredemption#reddeadredemption2#rogerclarke#sadieadler#fanfiction#books#wattpad#amreading
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https://www.instagram.com/zeyynepgirgin/p/DDcdGkDil1w/?img_index=1
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sadie adler
help she’s so pretty


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Dutch has a big plan, 297×420 , pencil drawing, 2023 #Dutchhasaplan #dutch #dutchvanderlinde #vanderlindegang #vanderlinde photo for drawin was taken from https://www.reddit.com/r/SadieAdler/ #sex #kiss #erotic #passion #manandwoman #nudenails #RDR2 #RockstarGames #rockstar #rockstargames #rdr2 #arthurmorgan #reddeadredemption2 #rogerclark #graphic #pencildrawing #pencilart #blackandwhite #artforsale #cowpoke #blacklung #cowboy #outlaw #wanted #gaming #gameart
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sadie!!!
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my letterboxd is sadieadlers btw
tbh i never realized how great letterboxd is for girlies who like to keep up w their progress bc i haven’t started to be consistent w it until lately 😭
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All the main characters I've drawn from Red Dead Redemption 2 so far! 🤠
#RedDeadRedemption2#red dead redemption 2#RDR2FanArt#RDR2#FanArt#ArthurMorgan#DutchVanDerLinde#HoseaMatthews#JohnMarston#SadieAdler#CharlesSmith#Yeeehhaaawwww!#Digital Art
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