Hi! I love your stuff , especially your headcanons ! Can you maybe pretty please do some Sadie Adler x reader hcs? I loved your Kieran headcanons :D
ʚ SADIE ADLER HEADCANONS ɞ
Of course!! I’ll try my best with Sadie, because i haven’t written for her yet,, even though she’s such an icon. Thank you, too!! ♥︎
So sorry this took a little longer to make. Procrastination got me XP
Warnings: Mentions of Violence
• Sadie Adler who initially distrusts most of the gang members, always alone and minding her own business through her sorrow, grief, and anger; she refused to talk to anyone, or let alone interact with them.
On one particularly quiet night, the woman finds herself searching around for a cigarette, and you seem to have had the same thought. Reaching for the small case, her hand barely ghosts over yours when it retracts as quickly as it came.
“Sorry—here,” Your hands take the material softly, presenting it to her. “I didn’t know you smoked, Mrs. Adler.”
“Call me Sadie— and you got a light?”
• Sadie Adler who is not fond of people, at least, not yet. She stays behind the shadows while parties and celebrations occur, the small interaction you two had playing in her mind. “A girl like her, smoking?” She mumbles, eyeing around the camp and looking for your silhouette. A thing she comes to do quite often.
• Sadie Adler who thinks you’re an intriguing person, a woman who piques her interest. Theres something about the way you carry yourself, despite not being on the rougher side. Always calm and composed, a breath of fresh air, per se. Sadie quietly observes you, without bad intentions, just merely curiosity in whatever is is you’re conducting.
• Sadie Adler who asks what you’re doing when you handle the finances in the camp, counting money and expenses. Whatever you’re doing, it makes you look intelligent, closed off from everyone else. She wonders why—and she isn’t afraid to ask, clearing her throat. “Hey, what’cha doin’?”
“Jus’ counting.” You say casually.
“I’ll help ya.”
• Sadie Adler who admittedly enjoys your company other than whomever else, always coming to you to ask for questions she’s curious about in the gang. “So… You outlaws do this, huh?” There’s something about the way you answer her she can’t seem to get enough of.
• Sadie Adler who is picky, and her blatant favoritism comes to light. “No.” She says to Pearson, who had asked her to wash dishes for today. When you come to ask what’s going on, Sadie grumbles incoherent insults to Pearson as she picks up a sponge.
• Sadie Adler who isn’t sweet. Not to everyone, not to anyone else. Not to those who don’t deserve it — which means there’s an exception for you.
• Sadie Adler who has a loose, blunt — yet truthful tongue. She finds herself wanting to compliment how you look every time she sees you. “Hey, ya look good.” She says, though without a smile, you know she means it.
• Sadie Adler who likes the way you say her name. You call her for something, and the woman instinctively hums a “hm?” without a second thought, resulting in you having to repeat her name again.
• Sadie Adler who’s awake in the middle of the night, seeing as you’re not quite tired yet, too. She whispers an offer, ever so excited of getting out of the camp. You shake your head, at first, but the woman is persistent and eager. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
So there you two are, fishing with a lamp glowing and hovered over your figures.
You two catch fish, a few — some big, some small. She laughs when you put on that focused face of yours, almost amused.
• Sadie Adler who’s soaking wet, blonde hair half-submerged in the lake’s cold water. You, in the same state, tried to fix yourself. Earlier, a bear had come out of nowhere, leading you two to escape under some water. “I could’ve killed that damn bear if we had a gun,” She murmurs. “Sorry, yer leg’s injured, ain’t it? I’ll carry ya back to camp.”
• Sadie Adler who carries you back to camp, when you initially refused. If you were stubborn, then she is more. She holds your body carefully, quiet, looking guilty about the whole ordeal. “Hey, it isn’t your fault, Sadie.” You say, hands placed on her shoulder for support.
• Sadie Adler who doesn’t like to think, as it always ends up in a spiral of other same thoughts, distressing herself further. It was as if her problems would swell larger, like a balloon, waiting to pop. But when it came to you, maybe, she could think for a little bit more. Think a little bit more about those eyes, that mole, those small blemishes, those slight crinkles that make up your face. Your smile, your laugh. Maybe she could think, think a little more.
• Sadie Adler who calls you “honey” every second she’s allowed to. She’ll slip it in, in the middle of a sentence, in the start, or in the end. It’s a simple, forgettable nickname — and you understand it slips off the tongue sometimes, especially with her; but you can’t help but notice the frequency of it, earning Sadie a little chuckle on your behalf. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, Sadie. You were saying?”
• Sadie Adler who realizes she’s missing you, when you’re away, doing whatever it is you do for the gang. She starts to think it isn’t simply admiration, that she was aware of from the start. There’s certainly something that she feels, and she feels it coming in hard to slap her in the face.
• Sadie Adler who realizes, again, that she’s in love with you. Not in the simplest way she could explain it, but she knows.
Is that why she’s been thinking of you too much for comfort? Is that why she’s always liked the idea of being alone with you? Is that why she’s thought of her head resting on your lap, hair being caressed gently by your fingers?
And when Sadie is set on something, and has confirmed something with herself, there’s no reason for her not to try — not without proper preparation, of course.
• Sadie Adler who gets into fights, rarely recurrently. The woman comes back, filled to the brim with bruises and cuts. “I’m fine, had to beat up some asses,” She says, and adds, “I usually tell them to shut up, but they don’t.”
You were, of course, tending to the woman’s wounds, listening to her complain about what had happened earlier. “Mm-hmm. Say, how about, you leave, instead of fighting them, Sadie?”
“If you want me to come back sooner, I might think about it.” She says, flashing a small smile.
• Sadie Adler who is, indeed, confident. Straight to the point, forward, with no doubts. The woman always, and when I mean always, always finds a way to get you feel all nice and pretty. She isn’t much of a charmer, but the words can’t help but escape her mouth.
• Sadie Adler who cleans her guns, all crouched down on a crate, focused and wiping away. You’re a little curious, asking her about it. She smiles, indulging in your questions, answering every single one with enthusiasm. “Yeah, this— it’s a customized cattleman revolver. Y’wanna hold it, honey?”
She just wants an excuse to feel your fingers on hers, but she is technically still genuinely teaching you.
• Sadie Adler who likes the sunrise. It reminds her of the day her fingers lingered around your face, pushing away strands and tucking them behind your ear in awe. You sat there quietly, indulging whatever what was happening. You let it happen, you let her do whatever. Sadie’s breath hitches, for a mere moment, thinking, how you could look so beautiful.
There’s no surprise in your part. She was straight forward, that much is obvious. Her mind completely melts, along with her lips, when it comes crashing into yours. It lingers, for a while — wanting for it to last forever.
• Sadie Adler who is indeed protective— although knowing you can handle yourself. She just doesn’t want anyone messing with you, and she’ll make that clear to everyone who ought to know. Oftentimes, her anger gets ahead of her. To others, but never to you.
• Sadie Adler who puts her hat on you before riding out. “Here,”
After, the woman tells you to hold her hips when riding a horse, making sure you’re safe and won’t be bucked off. At first, your grip was gentle, but she quickly arranged it to be more safe.
“Yer gonna fall off like that.”
• Sadie Adler who is not a morning person, all grumpy and grumbling the second she wakes up. Her fingers lazily wrap around the strands of your hair, mumbling a short ‘good morning’ as she tries to fight the rays of sun that are assaulting her eyes.
• Sadie Adler who looks at you endearingly while you do the most niche and bland of things. Always having her chin rested upon her palm, back laid comfortably, eyes on nothing else but you. When you notice her gaze, she only gives a cheeky, genuine smile.
• Sadie Adler who brings you little, unexpected gifts. One day, she brought home a small purse, which was in your favorite color. “Jus’ thought you’d like it.” You’d discover a little flower inside after.
• Sadie Adler who is scared to lose you, waking up, panting slightly from a nightmare. You lay there, lifeless, blood on her fingertips. It terrified here, that something, or someone, would take you away. She’d embrace your sleeping figure a little tighter.
• Sadie Adler who is generous, and says “I Love You” like a requirement, planting a kiss on your forehead immediately after. There is no day she doesn’t miss.
• Sadie Adler who feels like her life, once in a dead end, had opened up a new path. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
