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these-conquered-woodlands · 5 months

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the order of the phoenix members & co as incorrect quotes pt 2

(as an anniversary post to one of my favorite incorrect quote collections)

molly: Alright, listen up you little shits. molly: Not you Harry. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

tonks: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. tonks: Oh no, where did it go? mad-eye, standing on a chair: TONKS WHAT THE FUCK?!

remus: Snape has only scowled at me three times this week. Our acquaintanceship is really improving.

dumbledore: I've been expecting you, harry. harry: How did you do that without turning around? dumbledore: Let's just say the first few people I did that to were not you.

kingsley, warning about a death eater coming at tonks: To the left! tonks: Take it back now y'all!

tonks: What happened to your nose? mad-eye: I used it to break someone's fist.

snape: You read my diary?

dumbledore: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a handwritten book about a kind of sad fellow. And then I came to a chapter called 'I hate my fucking bosses,' and thought it sounded a little too familiar.

sirius: I apologize for saying 'fuck' during the meeting and horrifying these dear kids. molly: You just said it again. sirius: I am not a role model.

tonks: Mad-eye said it's my turn with the brain cell! sirius: Alright, square up-

sirius: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? kingsley: "Addict-ionary"? sirius: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better. kingsley:…

dumbledore: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? minerva: Not by the law!

remus, during deathly hallows probably: There’s always that weak little shit in the group who isn’t down with murder. remus: *glares at harry* harry: Well, sorry I have morals!

tonks: So if our plan goes poorly, where should we meet up? mad-eye: The afterlife, probably.

molly: Where are you going? fred and george: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. We'll decide on the way.

tonks: You didn't think maybe we'd need some actual weapons? dumbledore: Knowledge is the best weapon- tonks: I’m pretty sure weapon is the best weapon.

*trying to solve some mystery*

ron: I've connected the two dots. hermione: You didn't connect shit. ron: I've connected them.

tonks: Who the fuck- kingsley: Language! tonks: Whomst the fuck- kingsley: No.

mundungus: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

hermione: Harry says thanks for popping by. He’d love to chat but he's up to his eyes in homework. perhaps if you could come by next week- snape and remus, coming to check on him: He’s climbing out the window isn’t he? hermione:

sirius: *closes a cabinet* a crash is heard behind the cabinet door molly: What was that? sirius: sirius: The sound of someone else's problem.

*after discussing a plan* dumbledore: Does anyone have any questions? kingsley: Is this legal? dumbledore: Does anyone have any relevant questions?

tonks: Hey mad-eye, are you awake? mad-eye: what tonks: Are you awake? mad-eye: Who the fuck do you think just said ‘what’?

harry, at the end of order of the phoenix: You guys really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? arthur: Several air traffic violations. kingsley: Three counts of resisting arrest. mad-eye: Roughly thirteen bottles of firewhiskey (collectively). tonks: *pointing at the knight bus* Also, that's not our bus.

Bonus:

dedalus, hestia, and those other guys in the order who are rarely mentioned in the books watching the main characters' shit go down: -The actual fuck is happening now??

#i feel like that first quote was invented exactly to describe harry and molly's interactions lol #harry potter #order of the phoenix #hp incorrect quotes #nymphadora tonks #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #mad eye moody #kingsley shacklebolt #sirius black #remus lupin #severus snape #molly weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger

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bennydwight · 1 year

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Scratch, choking back tears: Sure whatever not like I care either way or anything

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #scratch #Sharon McGee #art #comic #I love scratch and Molly sure #but I want to see the emotionally repressed ghost interact with other family members #idk anything about his living family life #but ain’t no one says he can’t have loving adoptive parents in the afterlife

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yaboirezzy · 1 month

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I'm sorry, but this is way too accurate for me to not post a separate thing

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mangostahiti · 9 months

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#rdr2 #molly o'shea #M O L L Y #I try to interact with her the most in 1-3 chapters bc I wanna get to know her but she just always “OKAY ARTHUR” or say sth that 😭#make me wanna get my arthur always from her #You don't know how mad I get when uncle just cuts her off in the first cutscene we have with her #I thought we could continue the convo after the mission but no it just gone forever...#this one from march🌷#my art #this is the last post on this week i swear

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lilacwiine · 2 months

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open to anyone. muse: molly chen. 24 years old. bisexual. she/her. singer in a band. plot: our managers set us up for a duet with me and your band and we hit it off. now they want us to get on tour and i wonder if the fans can tell i’m not faking it when i sing our lyrics during performances and i wonder if they know we sleep in the same tour bus bed and hold hands when no ones looking and how we have to be quiet when we have sex because your band mates are sleeping

hanging around outside of their hotel room is probably a bad idea, and yet molly finds herself knocking on the door and waiting patiently anyway. "c'mon," she calls, lips pressed close to the crack of the door, "people are gonna get ideas if they see me!" and those ideas would be perfectly right.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie oc rp #indie lesbian rp #open starter.#molly|interaction.

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ctommy-chileno · 4 months

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c!molly. what a concept

#its so weird reading old vigilante aus and seeing like. beeduo together #i got sucked into the modern tommyinnit era (tm) and im like #wheres jack. wheres freddie. wheres molly #who tf is drista. why is georgenotfound here i thought that guy died of irrelevance and mysoginism #need more sorry boys interactions #modern inniters (tm)

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xwildheart · 1 year

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@mcrlinn cont. from here.

'You know her. Spontaneous should be her middle name.' Molly tried to smile as she made that jest about her friend. But it fell flat due to her currant emotional state. 'But I am sorry you came all the way out here. I know traffic's a bitch this time of night.' She sniffed once, and at the question about her being okay, the tears started to form in her eyes again. 'Oh uh-- yeah I'll be alright. Just can't believe people still think it's cool to break up via text.'

#c: adam #molly interaction #mcrlinn

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strrwbrrryjam · 2 months

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either treat abigail, molly, mary, with respect or die looking down the barrel of my gun

i'm being one hundred percent serious when i say i'm tired of people disregarding and disrespecting them to uplift their queer ships. it's bad and it needs to stop.

like i just read a jovier post where they have john cheat on abigail?what the fuck man.

his love for her is unwavering and he is incredibly committed to abigail, he's so devoted to her, working so hard to create a life for the three of them. john is willing to lay down his life to protect his family, and he does so, rescuing them is his whole motive for seeking redemption in the first game. he would never disrespect abigail like that, he's learned and grown, he's no longer the shithead deadbeat dad when jack was young, he loves her.

arthur still so clearly loves mary, his love remaining steadfast and unwavering even years after their broken engagement, it's so obvious on his face when he looks at her. his heart still yearns for her that when she calls, he comes, even if he's a little miffed at the start, he still goes. honestly, i believe if arthur didn't have other commitments in the gang, he would have run away with her when she asked him.

and while molly and dutch's relationship is tumultuous and dutch absolutely does not deserve her, molly is so important to dutch's character and the story as a whole. molly's loyalty to dutch highlights dutch's charisma and the ways dutch inspires loyalty throughout the gang. her existence also depicts the internal conflicts dutch has and the moral uncertainty of dutch's actions. her presence within the gang and relationship with dutch represents the internal strife and conflicts within the gang, highlighting the human cost of their choices and the sacrifices that are made in pursuit of a false freedom in the old west.

and let's not even mention the treatment eliza, annabelle, bessie and even susan receive, which is hardly any mention at all.

eliza, annabelle and bessie each play small but significant parts to not just their respective partners, but to the story as a whole.

eliza shapes arthu’rs past and motivations. her tragic death, along with their son, isaac, has a large impact on arthur and his present relationships, such as abigail and jack. their memory serves as a driving force of arthurs path to redemption.

annabelles fate fuels dutch's vendetta against colm and the o'driscolls, and adds personal stakes to the gang as a reminder of the consequences of their life as an outlaw.

and bessie, oh bessie, not only does she add depth to hosea and represents hosea's wishes for a more peaceful life, but hosea loves her so much that when coming to terms with his inevitable death, whether by gunshot or sickness, the mere chance of reuniting with bessie brings him so much comfort, despite the fact that he fears that bessie lives above, while hosea will be traveling down below.

susan is a very controversial character due to her treatment of the women in the gang and her murdering molly, who did not betray the gang, both of which i do not condone, but it is impossible to deny her importance to the story. not only was, from what we know, dutch's first woman, coming before annabelle and molly, she also served an important role in the gang, acting as an authority figure, maintaining order and discipline within the gang where tensions often rise. she serves as an emotional anchor, which is incredibly important when death is constantly looming over you and adds so much depth and complexity to the story of rdr2.

when you ignore and disregard these characters you are undermining the depth and the richness of the story, each of these characters are important to the story. if you wish to truly appreciate the storytelling of rdr2, it is important to recognize and respect each of these characters.

#i know i've said this before. several times in fact but this keeps happening and people are not learning #listen i love charthur so so much. i have written multiple posts about my love for charthur.#i have studied every interaction every compliment every argument and yet. and yet. i still respect mary because i know how important she is #to not just arthur but to the story of rdr2 itself. representing hope and redemption and personal growth #im not as big as a vandermatthews fan. like i ship it sure - but god please learn to respect molly annabelle and bessie. especially bessie #the characters importance does not disappear because you want them too #respect them like you would any male character #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 abigail roberts #abigail roberts #rdr2 molly o'shea #molly o'shea #rdr2 mary gillis #mary gillis #rdr2 susan grimshaw #susan grimshaw #rdr2 bessie matthews #bessie matthews #rdr2 annabelle #rdr2 eliza #rdr2 isaac #rdr2 hosea matthews #hosea matthews #rdr2 dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 john marston #john marston

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yourlocallygrowngay · 1 month

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Pearl in Unworthy Hands

(3268 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Reader, Molly O' Shea/female reader

Characters: Molly O'Shea, Dutch van der Linde, Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Reader

Additional Tags: molly x female reader, angst (obviously. have you played the game), also very much fluff, my girl gets spoiled, as she should, never enough lesbians, molly leave that old creep, molly gets stolen away from dutch, by someone who truly loves her, Kissing and making out, Drunken Kissing, molly discovered the wonderful world of kissing women, Lesbian awakening, or bi awakening (see it however you want), reader is strong, and kinda butch, but i left her vague so you can project on her

Summary:

Sick and tired of seeing Molly being mistreated by Dutch, reader decides to take matters into her own hands, much to Dutch's dismay.

Beta reading, title and prompt by @red-dead-bisexual. Thank you sm for your contribution!

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There was just something so enchanting about Miss O’ Shea. Nobody else at camp seemed to attract your interest in the same way. You sneaked glances at her, lying in your cot in the humid mornings, one eye open to watch her lace up her boots, brush her gorgeous red locks and put on her favorite necklace. She was the boss’s prize, an untouchable jewel, much like the ruby nestled in gold above her chest. And yet, Dutch Van der Linde didn’t see it that way. Not anymore: they fought every day, multiple times a day, and he refused to listen to her pleas.

“Dutch, I just want to help you!” she cried, exasperated. Her eyes were glazed and widened, trying to get his attention. But he didn’t see her.

“You want to help? Then JUST. BE. QUIET!” the leader’s harsh words cut deep through her. You could see it by the way she let her expression fall, tears silently streaming down her freckled cheeks.

You watched, boiling with rage as he stormed off, leaving Molly sitting in their tent, head in her hands. You wanted to make her feel better, because she didn’t deserve this. Such a beautiful, sweet young woman should be revered, the ground she walks on worshipped, her body and emotions treated with utmost care and gentleness. You resented Dutch deeply for subjecting her to this treatment. It’s true, that was a rather stressful period, having to move once again to escape the Pinkertons, still breathing down the gang’s neck. But that didn’t justify his behavior at all.

To make things worse, the other girls didn’t seem to like Miss O’ Shea very much, always talking behind her back and turning her away when she tried to vent to them. Apparently, she was “a society lady now, too high and mighty for the likes of us”. You didn’t care. If given the chance, you would’ve given Molly everything she wanted, at the cost of stealing from the President or die trying. You were completely, utterly in love with her.

But you were a woman. A poor one, at that. You could not, in fact, give Molly what she wanted. And yet, a small yet stubborn part of you kept trying to get her to see you. Maybe… just maybe, she could accept the comfort you’re willing to give her.

One evening, you gathered up your courage and walked up to her. She was standing alone on the pier, watching the lake. She rubbed her arms and shoulders, freezing in the chilly evening breeze, her shawl not doing much to shelter her from the cold. Everyone else was around the campfire warming up with a drink, or in their cots fast asleep.

You approached from behind, clearing your voice avoid frightening her, placing your warm coat on her shoulders. She turned towards you in surprise. She looked otherworldly bathed in the moonlight, her braid and the strands that framed her face painted silver.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you.” You blushed softly, thanking your lucky stars that it was too dark to notice.

“Don’t mention it, Miss O’ Shea.”

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of being Miss O’ Shea to you all. Please, call me Molly.”

You loved hearing her speak, her thick Irish accent music to your ears. Her voice was just as lovely as she was, deep and velvety, and you wished you heard more of it. You granted her wish, making her feel at your same level as she visibly relaxed her shoulders and her features, her lips curling into a coy smile.

“So, Molly, what are you doing all alone in the cold?” you asked, watching the stillness of the lake. The other woman sighed, moving her gaze to the water as well.

“I’m not wanted there.” She stated coldly. You could see her stiffening up again under your coat, putting on a mask to hide her hurt feelings. You could see right through her. You had observed her mask slipping on and then off, depending on who she’s with. More often than not, Molly kept the act up to appear strong and unbothered. But the recent problems with Dutch had weakened her spirit, and you caught her looking sad more often than you’d like.

Unfortunately, that was true. People didn’t like her at camp. They all kept their distance, be it for her demeanor, or the fact that she was Dutch’s. Maybe she didn’t see it, but Dutch was so possessive that the men preferred to stay away from her, not wanting one look or word directed at her to be misinterpreted.

“I’d want you there.” You replied before even realizing what you said. Molly turned to look at you, puzzled. What could possibly make you want to hang out with her? She wanted to know why.

“It’s not fair that you’re always by yourself.” That was the best you could come up without admitting you liked her. Molly nodded knowingly, a bitter smile on her lips.

“So it’s pity, then.” something in your words confirmed her suspicions: you just felt bad for her. Oh, look everyone! Look at poor Miss O’ Shea, all alone and miserable! That’s what she deserves, for pushing everyone away! The recent events had chipped away at her self-esteem, so much so that she was completely blind to appreciation. Everyone disliked her, so that must have meant she was the problem.

You raised your hands, rushing to correct her. “O-of course not! Miss… I mean, Molly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. That’s all!” Fuck. This wasn’t going very well. You hanged your head, anticipating her telling you to leave.

But she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking at you with one tilted eyebrow.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Dutch, apparently.” She surprised herself with her own words. It was like she could no longer control what came out of her mouth. She turned back to the moonlit lake, her voice unsteady. “He doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

As Molly cried softly, you stood there with an aching heart. It was painful, seeing the woman you loved suffering, but it was even more painful to see her in this state because of a man. You wrapped her in your arms, half expecting her to throw you off the pier. Instead, she hugged you tight, clinging desperately to you as her tears kept falling, wetting your shirt. She nestled her head in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back, trying to relieve her pain for a brief moment. You heart was racing, and you thought it might’ve exploded. She was so close you could smell her perfume, a sweet, flowery scent that suited her so well. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, memorizing it for the tougher times, when you were away from her.

You two slowly separated after what seemed like ages. Her makeup was ruined, charcoal and eyeshadow melted on her cheeks, but you still found her as lovely as she always was.

She coyly thanked you and rushed away to her tent, wiping the color off her face. You stood there, watching her go, seemingly unable to move. A gust of wind made you tremble, but your coat was still on her shoulders.

Molly came up to you the next afternoon, as you were trying to untangle the fishing line of Kieran’s fishing pole, muttering all sorts of swear words. She timidly greeted you and handed you the coat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

You dropped what you were doing so fast when you saw her. That day she was particularly gorgeous: her hair was all done up into meticulous curls that cascaded onto her shoulders and her green corset blouse hugged her body perfectly, giving you some nasty thoughts you hastily tried to shake off. That was not the time to think about Miss O’ Shea, that pretty green blouse on the floor of the tent, mapping the freckles on her body with your fingers…

“Hey, are you still there?” she waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

She clasped her hands behind her back, a hint of a smile on her red lips. She wanted to thank you for last night, for… keeping her warm.

You fondly remembered your hug. “It was my pleasure. How are you doing today?”

That familiar sadness briefly returned in her green eyes. “A bit better. I think… no, it’s not right for me to ask” she waved off her idea, beginning to walk away. You gently grabbed her arm and invited her to tell you what she meant.

“Please, tell me. If it’s something I can do, I’ll gladly do it.” you smiled reassuringly and Molly looked down, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Would you… maybe… take me to Rhodes?” She explained that she was tired of being confined at camp and would appreciate a change of scenery. “I know it’s a lot to ask, you’re always so busy…” she looked down at the messy tangle of fishing poles on the sand.

“I can always ask Uncle to do it. Wouldn’t hurt him to work for a change!” you exclaimed, in his direction. He jolted awake from his alcoholic slumber and glared at you. You picked up the tangled mess and threw it at him, then beckoned Molly to follow you.

“Hey, you’re the new one! It’s you job!” Uncle tried to protest, but you and Molly were already approaching your horse, a white Roan Nokota named Cloud, ready to take off.

“Hi, sweet girl!” you greeted her, giving her a snack and petting her long neck. Molly watched intently, admittedly jealous of the treatment the horse was receiving. Oh, how she wished for you to call her that…

‘Don’t be ridiculous now, Molly. She will never see you that way’, she reminded herself, her smile disappearing into her thoughts.

“Here, let me help you get on” you offered, carefully picking her up and hoisting her onto Cloud’s back. Then you climbed in the saddle and took the reins, guiding the horse to the dirt road leading out of Clemens Point.

You rode silently for a while. Molly was too busy feeling flustered, thinking about her secret crush sweeping her off her feet with ease, a moment she kept replaying inside her head. She stared at your broad back, at the exposed, toned arms coming out of the rolled-up sleeves, and daydreamt of being lifted and tenderly kissed by the strong woman who came to her rescue when everyone else abandoned her. She imagined your soft lips on hers, smudging her lipstick, getting it on yours too and making such a mess, and she didn’t care. She dreamt of you retiring to your tent, undressing each other, getting so close you could hardly breathe, the mere thought already making her breathless.

“Are you okay back there?” you yelled, spurring the horse on. Yeah, she was more than okay. She’d never been that okay in her life. This felt like an adventure, like a well needed distraction, like… the start of a new chapter, maybe.

A few minutes later you both arrived in Rhodes. It wasn’t the best place to hang out, but it was the only city that was close to camp. Besides, you didn’t need a fancy place to have fun. You were determined to make Molly have a great day.

You helped her down and she kept her hand in yours, refusing to let go and lacing her fingers with yours. You asked where she wanted to go first.

“Mh…” she thought, swaying your joined hands back and forth and smiling like a child inside a candy shop. “Let’s go to the general store, maybe they have clothes there!”

Molly tried on so many skirts, blouses, vests and accessories and wanted your opinion on each and every one of them. You obviously told her she looked amazing in everything, and she twirled to show off her skirts, laughing, and you giggled at her unbridled joy. You could get used to this, you thought to yourself. Seeing her this happy was like a wholesome balm for your heart.

Her white ankle boots were becoming red from all the dirt, but she didn’t care, because she was with you. And you were away from camp, away from all the worries and frustrations. She was having so much fun, way more than she ever had with Dutch. He always spewed senseless poetry and sappy compliments at her, only ever concerning her looks. They all felt like recycled phrases he used to woo the ladies. But you didn’t, no: when you complimented her you were direct and genuine, and you saw her as a person.

Molly admired you as you browsed the weapons at the gunsmith, emptying the chambers and examining the quality of the materials. She thought you looked so attractive brandishing shotguns and revolvers like a natural gunslinger, and she knew you would gladly use them to protect her. She felt so safe with you by her side, and so grateful you decided to take her with you.

The saloon was you last stop. You ordered food and drinks and talked for hours as you indulged, sitting at the counter, feeling like the only people there. You downed your third shot, hoping to get the courage to reveal your feeling to her, but the words would not come out. You just settled on enjoying the moment with your dear Molly, savoring these last few moments of freedom with her.

You were both getting quite drunk, losing your restraints and getting closer to each other, both physically and emotionally.

“You know, I don’t even love Dutch anymore…” she slurred, throwing the shot glass behind her back. You laughed at the smashing glass and nodded exaggeratedly at her words.

“Fuck Dutch Van der Linde!” you yelled, raising your now empty bottle of beer. You two began chanting this phrase like a mantra until you could no longer speak, the hilarity getting to you and making your stomachs hurt.

“Okay, that’s enough for you two” the bartended warned, shooing the both of you away from the counter.

“Fine, Mister, we’re taking off!” you screamed way too loudly, making him wince.

“Yeah, thank you for the fine night, kind sir!” Molly added, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the saloon.

“Hey! That’s the wrong-“the words died in the bartender’s mouth as you opened the back door. At least you were out of his hair for the night.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back” Molly confessed, slumping against the wall, following the last carriages leaving town with her eyes, gaze filled with melancholy.

“Me neither. I wish this day would never end” you sighed, the booze making you way too honest.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” She took your hands and pulled you close to her so that you were pushing her against the wall of the Parlor House.

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous as she placed your hands around her waist and hers around your neck. You faces were so close all you could do was whisper, your voice trembling as your heart raced in realization.

“I want you to kiss me, miss” the redhead pleaded, looking up into your eyes with an angelic expression. There was something else behind those jade eyes: sadness, desire, maybe a little bit of shame. But not an ounce of guilt.

“We’re not supposed t-” you protested, but you shut your eyes and you could feel Molly’s breath on your lips and her breasts rest against yours. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so wrong. How could it be? You were about to kiss the person you loved. Were you so stupid to let the fact that she was a woman stop you?

‘Not a chance’, you thought. Next thing you knew, you were leaning into the kiss, letting yourself go and savoring her over and over again, until you were tasting everything, from the whisky she drank to the lipstick she wore, now smeared on both your open mouths as you desperately made out, an invisible force keeping you glued to each other until you could no longer breathe and regretfully had to pull yourselves apart. Enough time to get some air in your lungs and you were already all over each other again, Molly’s hair in you mouth and your tongue in hers, your desire growing more and more as she emitted little moans of delight, totally lost in a pleasure the likes of which she never experienced before. It was nothing like kissing a man. No, this was better! You were softer, and you tasted amazing, and your grip didn’t bruise her hips. Her mind was opening to a world of new possibilities, and she wanted you to guide her through it.

“We should go… Dutch will be worried” you exhaled, breathless, and Molly’s disappointed gaze drove a knife through your heart. It hurt you to stop, too, but you couldn’t stay there all night. You couldn’t give her what she wanted in the back of Rhodes Parlor House. You wanted to do things right by her.

“We’ll go out again. I promise” you lifted her face upwards to gaze into her eyes and caressed her cheek. She smiled sadly and nodded. “You promised. I will remember you did.”

You got on Cloud and she took the both of you home. The trip was silent, but hopeful. You two had each other now. It was going to be difficult and painful, but you were ready to do it all for Molly O’ Shea, and she felt the same. Before you rode back into camp, Molly helped you wipe her lipstick off your face with a handkerchief and you walked the rest of the way to make as little noise as possible, sneaking in more kisses while you were in the thick of the brush, already dreading having to sleep apart. You both greeted Lenny as you came in and Molly rushed to bed while you hitched Cloud up.

As you walked to your cot, you saw Dutch standing in front of their tent, glaring and following you with his eyes. You approached him, the rest of the alcohol left in your body giving you the guts to face him.

“Good evening, boss!”

Dutch blinked a few times, incredulous. “First of all, it’s the middle of the night” he growled. “Secondly, what were you thinking, bringing Miss O’ Shea out of camp?”

“She needed a day out, Dutch. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s been miserable here.” You chose not to hide the passive-aggressiveness in your tone. You had enough of this fool.

“She could’ve gotten hurt!” Not that he cared. This was his way of telling you to back off from his property.

“I was there, and I was armed.” you replied sternly, gripping at your gun belt.

Dutch sighed and turned to see Molly sleeping peacefully in her cot, a big smile on her face. Then turned around and shot you a venomous look. “Don’t you dare tell me what she needs. That does not concern you, miss.”

“It will, if you keep neglecting her like that.” you replied, threatening him back. You walked away while that pathetic man stood there, seething in anger and storming off like a moody toddler. Now he had competition and, oh boy. He did not like it.

#molly o' shea x reader #molly o'shea #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #molly o' shea x female reader #f/f fanfic #molly lovers rejoice #stealing my girl #i wanna see her thriving i love her sm #my beautiful wife #check this out on a03 too if you liked it #appreciate all the interactions on there #and on here of course #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 community

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thebest-medicine · 10 months

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little cute fjord & molly snippet based on this interview where John Oliver tells Russell Howard he can tickle him for 5 seconds as thanks, and immediately regrets it..

“I… I really appreciate this, Molly.” Fjord smiles at the tiefling sitting across from him on the other bed. “So much in fact, that I - I will allow you one…” He holds up a finger. “Five second long… Tickle.” He moves his arms out to the side, watching Mollymauk and trying to will his nervous energy away.

Molly’s eyes go wide. “Really?” He shifts forward in his seat and smirks.

Fjord wiggles a finger, summoning Molly over. “Come on, before I change my mind.” He fights down the nerves bubbling up in his stomach.

Molly beams. Then, he shifts in his seat again. Leans forward, examines his hand, his nails, like a particularly interesting specimen on a slide. He blows on them as though just finishing a manicure. “You know, I’m a really good tickler.”

“I am already kind of regretting this.” Fjord admits, eyes widening as he watches the purple tiefling buzz with glee. Molly claps his hands together, stands up, and swiftly encroaches on Fjord’s personal space. Fjord’s arms flinch down on instinct when he comes near. He fights against every alarm in his brain and tries to bring them back out to the sides.

Molly puts one leg up on the bed, boxing Fjord in where he sits.

“Oh no- no!” Fjord gasps out with a whine, already smiling despite himself.

“So..” Molly starts talking, low and close, and something deep inside Fjord knows he has just made a terrible mistake. “The thing about your tickle..”

“Just do it already.” Fjord strains.

Mollymauk shushes him. “Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m gonna do this right.” He leans in close and catches Fjord’s eyes, then, with a hint of evil, smirks. “As I was saying, the thing about a good tickle, is you start slow. You build that tickle up. Cause things are about to get giggly.”

Fjord leans back an inch, putting his hands between his face and Molly’s. “Y-You know I thought this would be a nice gesture, but now I feel like this was the wrong way to thank you..”

“Oh, this is the best thanks I’ve ever received. I’m gonna tickle like you ain’t never been tickled.”

Fjord can’t stop himself from shrinking further back on the bed. “M-Molly! Come on.” He makes a desperate whine in his throat.

“You ready?” Molly asks, poising his fingers just beside Fjord’s ribs on either side.

“Yes- just! Do it already!” Fjord braces himself, shutting his eyes to block out some of the teasing.

“Ready?”

“Just go!” Fjord cries, laughter bubbling up within his chest.

“Reaaaaady?” Molly teases, drawn out, and nearly presses his forehead against Fjord’s.

As soon as Fjord opens his mouth to reply, Molly’s fingers catch around Fjord’s ribs, tickling along them as well as the softness just underneath.

Fjord buckles, closing in on himself as much as he can and trying to grab Molly’s hands.

“No- hahahah- AHHAH HAHA I- I can’t!” Fjord cackles.

“Hey!” An approaching voice from the hallway gets louder as it goes on. “What are you guys doing that is making so much noise, did Molly tell like the funniest-“ Jester stands in the now open doorway.

Both of them, but Fjord especially, look a bit disheveled on the floor. Molly is hovering so close over him, hands cradling Fjord’s face and giving him an approving tap on the cheek.

“Ooo!” Jester wiggles her eyebrows. “Am I interrupting some - hhuh hhuh hhuh!”

Fjord scrambles, trying to get himself upright. “Jester! No- no! He’s-“

“Just tickling Fjord.” Molly supplies.

“WHAT?!” Jester shouts.

“No- no, no no nononono! Hold on- I said- nO DON’T! Ah- WAHAHAHAIT!”

#critickle role #ticklish!fjord #Molly and fjord shenanigans #ler!mollymauk #critical role fluff #critical role tickling #Drabble #tickling #see also on ao3 #fjord #mollymauk tealeaf #jester lavorre #fluff #based on that interview interaction between Russell Howard and John Oliver ehehehe #ficlet #critical role #I posted it on ao3 yesterday but I’m like this bitch deserves to see the light of tumblr #eeee

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