I am switching my page over to be more multifandom based and wanted my new intro to reflect that.
Welcome to my blog! My name is Dahlia or Angel.
I use they/them pronouns and any gendered or non gendered descriptors!
My master list !!
My current fandoms are: Redacted Audio, Castle Audios, Dr Who, and BG3!!
My current favorite characters are: David, Anton, and James (Redacted Audio), Claire, Beth, and Evie (Castle Audios), The 11th doctor AKA Matt Smith's doctor, River Song, and Rory Pond (Doctor Who) and Gale, Astarion, and Shadowheart (BG3)!!
Here is my carrd, which includes links to both of my tumblrs, my Ao3, my ToyHouse, and my Instagram!!
I also have a roleplay tumblr!! Itâs @dahlia-of-the-valley !! Check it out and shoot me a dm if you wanna roleplay :):)
THINGS MY BIRD DOES THAT REMIND ME OF REDACTED CHARACTERS
Gets offended if I sneeze too close in her proximity: Alexis
Has really bad learning ability and took a week to actually realize I had moved the mirror from next to my bed to a new wall (and flew into the wall a bunch): Asher
âPreensâ me by licking and nibbling my ears to try and get any spare wax or shampoo residue off of them while Iâm trying to relax: Hush
Sits on top of the TV whenever itâs on because itâs warm on her little feeties and she likes it (gets scared when it makes noise half the time): Angel
Baits me and my brotherâs bird into thinking sheâs going to be nice until I let her actually go up to him without restraining her and she tries to attack him: Darlinâ
Has no concept of personal space or privacy. Cries if I put her in her cage. Comes right back if I toss her off my bed: Corvus
Has no fear of dogs, cats, or other animals in general. Bites them, in fact: Sweetheart
Pictured above was a photo taken before she decided to press the post button on a tumblr post I had been writing
hello redactedblr I'm writing something tasty right now here's a WIP of it
(reader is Darlin')
Your legs burned with the sensation of soreness as you stood, punching in the code to the back door of the club. The door opened, and you peered into the dressing room. Lit up solely by the lights on the mirrors that the workers used to preen themselves, the light of the room didnât assault your tired eyes.Â
Your usual spot at one of the mirrors was empty and waiting for you to take up its space, and so you did. Your bag hit the floor with a muffled thud, and you stepped up to the mirror next to a woman so beautifully dolled up youâd believe her if she said sheâd just gotten back from a photoshoot with vogue.Â
She met your eyes in the mirrorâs reflection and flashed a smile, âhi, doll,â she mused. Her hand met with your shoulder and slid towards the space between your shoulderblades as she moved closer.
Pressing your cheek to hers, you kissed the air next to her face. âHey sweetheart, how are you making out?â She smelled like sex on legs, the scent of dragonâs blood and something musky filled your nose as you stayed in her proximity.
She hummed, batting her eyelashes at you playfully. âIâve made a decent chunk, Iâm only here until ten tonight.â
You raised a brow, letting your arm slip around her waist. âOh? Youâre leaving me all by my lonesome tonight?â You smiled as you felt her fingertips trace over the skin on the back of your neck.
âYes I am,â she chuckled, âIâm skipping town this weekend. Vacation.â
You nodded and hugged her to your side before letting her go. âSounds fun,â you turned back to the mirror and began stripping yourself of your outer layers. You glanced at her, âdonât forget me.â Your eyes tracked the quick and practiced movement of her hand as she touched up her lipstick, âcall if youâre in trouble.â
Her hand paused as she smiled, her eyes flicking to yours, âyouâre too sweet. Iâll remember that.â
You returned her smile, and dropped your shirt on top of your bag carelessly. You heard a call out of the time and responded with a âthank youâ while you fussed with yourself. You always did that, fuss. You didnât primp like the others, instead, you spent time picking apart what was lacking about your appearance. Your time at the mirror was more of a silent complaining competition where you were the sole participant than an act of self love.
You took a deep breath before heading out of the dressing room, knowing that it was likely the last youâd have for a while. Your club wasnât high end by any means, in fact, it was actually quite the opposite. You still felt safe here, there was plenty of security and you were never forced into anything you didnât want, but it wasnât unusual to see a fellow dancer escorting a customer to the private room that was in the very back of the hallway. It also wasnât all that unusual to hear exactly how that dancer was getting their generous tips if you were in the next room over.
Strutting into the dimly lit club, the air was thick with different kinds of smoke. The most pungent was tobacco, the next weed, and the scent of fog machine juice was the undertone to it all. Your eyes scanned the room, as they typically did, and landed on a specific man.
Which listener Calls to you the most? Iâm just curious which ones the fandom most relate to.
For me, itâs dreamer/the asset, hands down no question. They went through something that was incredibly traumatic for them for a lot of reasons that not a lot of people acknowledge, but when they go to McKinley they hide behind a mask of fake smiles and sometimes abrasive behavior to strangers, and then ignoring the trauma until itâs too big to ignore.
Wait no because hush who lies near Doc and rests his head on their chest while they talk to him about anything and everything.
He canât rest fully unless heâs touching doc in some way but the best way is when he can feel when theyâre talking. If he doesnât want to be cuddled directly into their chest, he will place his fingertips on their throat.
Itâs never to hurt them, he never grips their throat. Never hurts them. He rests his fingertips on the apex of their throat and feels the vibration and sensation of their speech as it lulls him into resting deeply. He finds peace in the feeling of their existenceâ and the proof of that.
Watching their breathâ the rise and fall of their chest. Their eyelids twitching as their eyes move beneath them. The steady beat of their heart. The parts of them that make them live.
But his favorite will always be the rumble of their voice against his body.
Today a resident told me I was a warm little chicken. Strangest compliment Iâve ever received Iâm pretty sure. She also calls me her darling and her sweetheart so I love her very much. I told her I had a girlfriend and she said âwell you have a boyfriend too, right?â And when I said no she was confused. Poly rights I suppose
I made a post about this on my newer TikTok account but I wanted to make one here too. Hereâs a basic story about how the Redacted fandom ruined and then saved my life.
Especially in a fandom where the content is about how bad relationships can be, I have for sure experienced some tough shit.
TW: SA, DV, Coercion, talk of PTSD
Back in 2023 I joined a fan server for redacted and I became very quickly attached to a lot of people. I was SAâd by someone who went by Vin/Jackie in that server very early on who happened to be the best friend of the person I was in a QPR with. This partner asked me if I would be okay with him staying friends with this person because she was the only person he knew with the same mental health problems and he felt like she understood him better than anyone. I agreed (because I had already been struggling to say no to people and Iâm too much of a people pleaser) but said that I never wanted to hear about her. Spoilers: I did hear about her. A lot. I also was cyberstalked by her for a long time and might still be.
In the server that I was in, we all had a very sexually charged relationship with each other. It came to the point where lewds/ludes were being sent in a specified channel in the server. There was even an entire category for it that you could only see if you had the nsfw role in the server.
A certain member in the server, who went by the name of Moon/Moonie/MoonlightDemure was someone who felt very comfortable with messaging me privately and who basically wanted to sext with me on what felt like practically a daily basis. It was exhausting for me, and I felt very coerced and pressured into doing it because she wouldnât really take no for an answer. It even got to the point where I had sent her photos of myself that only my partner and boyfriend at the time had received. These photos were brought up by her in the server and I was coerced into sending them into the server for friends and strangers to see. It was humiliating. Even my innocent selfies would get replied to with comments like âyouâre so sexyâ or âyour skin looks so goodâ and never any compliment that was innocent in nature. I was completely sexualized in that server and it made me feel incredibly dehumanized.
When I finally snapped, I went through every chat and dm and deleted my photos and a majority of any sexually charged messages and I made an announcement to the server that I was uncomfortable and to never speak to me that way again. I held back from sending selfies from there on out until the server was eventually deactivated by my partner.
The end of the server was not the end of my issues, unfortunately. I was still in a polycule with two people that I met in that server. Our relationship lasted just under two years, and by the one year mark, I was so far into the abuse that I was enduring I genuinely believed it was my fault (or that I was making it up). I was convinced that the power imbalance wasnât real and that every issue I had was stemmed entirely from insecurity on my part.
After a particularly close together string of issues with my partner, he and I agreed that if we were to make our relationship work, weâd both have to get back into therapy. I started therapy a month later, he never did. I was constantly broke from spending hundreds of dollars for traveling to see them and buying them things. I helped pay my boyfriendâs rent a few times and was always DoorDashing him food because he was lower income and I wanted to make sure he wasnât going to be homeless or hungry. Iâm sure I can tally up the total amount I spent on him with my cash app or DoorDash receipts but itâs likely well over $3,000.
I was completely isolated from all of my friends that Iâd had prior to my relationship with the two of them, because I was so afraid of upsetting my partner by forgetting to give him enough notice before going somewhere or forgetting that we had made plans already. I devoted 100% of my free time to the two of them and became practically obsessive over trying to keep them happy. I was entirely dependent on their moods in order to feel an ounce of calm.
I had one single friend who wasnât bothered by my isolation, and she was the only person I would hang out with that wasnât my boyfriend, my partner, or their friends. I was scared into canceling my enrollment to college twice times by my partner, once while we were together and once more after we had already broken up. I wonât go into full detail about a majority of what I went through but my therapist has classified my relationship with those two as domestically violent/abusive. I was never hit, but I was both sexually and emotionally/verbally abused by my partner.
Things were so bad that I thought I was going insane. They had me convinced I had undiagnosed bipolar disorder because of how I was acting. My partner would pick and pick and pick at me until I lost it over and over and it was a constant cycle of fear and anger and embarrassment every single day.
I started to realize that things were wrong when I started reading a redacted fanfic that had a depiction of darlin and Quinn in it that reminded me about my own relationship. It terrified me. I realized that I had gone from a goody two shoes that had never drank or smoked ever to a shell of a person who smoked nearly four bowls a day just to function.
My breaking point with them was when I was SAâd by my father, and my boyfriend ignored my text about it, and my partner responded briefly and then said nothing after that. The two of them played DnD together all night that night while I was on the phone with my friend sobbing about what had happened.
The whole time I was with them, and even after I broke up with them, I kept telling people that my boyfriend was an angel and that I felt so bad for breaking up with him. That was, until, one of his friends lied to him about what my reasoning for leaving a discord server was, and he was very angry and texted me before completely cutting me off and blocking me everywhere. My ex partner and I stayed in contact.
I was informed very casually by my ex partner that while I was at my neighbors house (who is about 20 years older than me) right after Iâd broken up with them, the two of them agreed that I was likely there having sex with him. What I was really doing? Comforting him because his friend had killed himself the day before.
I continued trying to be friends with my ex partner for months, but I realized even as friends he wasnât going to change. I was still upsetting him, and he was still claiming that I hurt him the same way he hurt me. It wasnât until I sent a long message to him saying that it was extremely hurtful to me that he kept claiming we hurt each other the same because we really didnâtâ that he finally said for the first time that he had neglected me and recognized that he was bad to me.
I stayed friends with him for way longer than I should have. Until the day that I started dating my girlfriend. When I told him I had a girlfriend and that he knew who it was (because it was that one friend Iâd had from before dating them that I would hang out with even though they were upset every time I did it.) he got mad at me. He claimed he was allowed to be upset with me because I had said that the reason I broke up with him was the long distance. I lost it. I went off on him and said that he knew that I had lied about that because we had multiple conversations where Iâd admitted Iâd lied because I didnât think theyâd let me break up with them for the other reasons and that was the one reason I knew they wouldnât argue with.
I cut him off that day. I could tell heâd said something about it to his mom because she texted me.
To this day, I still talk to his mom here and there but I know that he must walk around acting like he was a victim of me and Iâm sick and tired of staying quiet about it.
Iâve been terrified of speaking out and still am redacting names because I donât want to out specific people. They know who they are. They know that I have screenshots upon screenshots of what they said and did to me.
I was diagnosed with PTSD because of what happened with them, and I struggle daily feeling like Iâm still in that state. Theyâre engaged to each other and moving in together now, and nothing makes me more upset than knowing that theyâre living like they did nothing wrong and I have to fight for my life just to have a decent enough day.
So yeah, a redacted fan server ruined my life. But a redacted fanfic saved it. If it werenât for that fanfic and that specific depiction of darlin and Quinn I would NEVER have realized that I wasnât the problem.
Hello redactedblr I love and miss you work is kicking my ass and I have been sleeping pretty much the entire time Iâm home (and in the car before my shift starts)
Here are some redacted characters I think would work in a place like my job (rehab/nursing facility) and what they would do there
Lovely would be an activities aid (what I do and know the most about) and would probably work in the long term wards. I see them as a person with a decent amount of patience so maybe theyâd work in the Dementia/Alzheimerâs ward. Vincent meets them for lunch sometimes and they eat in the car together.
Iâm kind of just dipping into my normal Angel headcannons on this one but I think that Angel would work as a social worker. Theyâre a big advocate for all things rights based and they find their job important even though it can be super draining.
I can see Ollie being a CNA, heâs a sweetheart and I just know that he would do his best to make his residents as comfortable possible.
Sweetheart would be a Charge Nurse, because they get shit done when it needs to be done and they donât take shit from anyone. Iâm thinking Dana Evans from The Pitt type shit. Love them.
Honey is a physical therapist, and they swear up and down that theyâre ânot funâ but they always have a patterned scrub top on, with pants that are color coordinated to match.
I think Love is an SLP, a job that most people think is easy (thinking about SLPs that work in schools) but the medical side of an SLPs job is actually very difficult and takes a lot of thought that I think suits love very well. Theyâre calm and collected but personable and nice to talk to, which helps a lot when you have to make residents do tests that are just a little bit longer than they want them to be.
I could think of more but itâs 6:46am and Iâm super tired and probably gonna nap in my car for an hour before I have to walk into the building and clock in so if yâall enjoy this Iâll make more
Blooper Reels: A The World (It Burns Through Me) Fan Series | Chapter 10!!
Ao3 | 1.4k wordsÂ
HELLOOOO!!! Two chapters in one month??? you spoiled, spoiled fandom. Did you ask for a fifth chapter about this damn halloween party?? No?? Me either! It just fits in my head I suppose. This one is fun though I promise!! (and the last chapter mentioning this party)
Tags: actors au, firefighters au, darlin, quinn, sam, personality changes, all differences from canon are completely purposeful and done with lots of thought and reasoning, hangover, slowburn
Summary: Worldâs best DoorDash driver. Meaning it. Whatever Darlinâ wants.
You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing, your eyes blinking open to the most horrid light blaring into them. Letting out a groan, you covered your eyes and grimaced. Your stomach ached with the cry for food as your head spun out. You hadnât realized your phone had stopped ringing until it started again.
With a sharp inhale, you looked to your bedside table and grabbed the phone, seeing who dared to make your headache worse with their incessant calls. When you saw Samâs contact on the screen, you huffed and answered the phone. âHello?â
âWow,â Sam started, âyou sound like shit.â
You scoffed through a laugh, closing your eyes in attempts to soothe the pounding in your head âI feel like shit, thanks for noticing.â You turned onto your side and curled into yourself, âwhat do you need?â
âWell,â you could practically hear the smile on his face, it was gross. âI was callinâ to let you know that your DoorDash order is at the door.â
You furrowed your brows, opening your eyes to look around your room. âWhat?â You sat up suddenly, making your way to the door in only your undershirt and underwear from last night. âYou put my address into DoorDash? Sam, what the hell? Do you know what could happen if someone realizes whose house thisââ
When you opened the door, instead of a bag of food on the porch, there was a man standing in front of you. â...is.â The man, thank god, was Sam. He was smiling at you with that stupid grin that he always seemed to get you. You shoved his shoulder, leveling him with a look that could kill. âAsshole,â you grabbed his arm and yanked him inside.
He chuckled, hanging up the phone and stumbling into your house. âHey, hey, donât be mean to me. I brought you food.â He gave you a once over and nodded his head towards your bedroom, âwhy donât you go put some pants on and Iâll get your food on a plate.â
You looked down at your outfit and realized how unbecoming you probably looked. It was good that your doorstep fan had been Sam, and not the paparazzi or some other kind of public eye. Pictures of you in your underwear on your porch were not the type of thing you wanted circulating the internet right now.
You left Sam to his devices in your kitchen and changed, getting into comfortable clothing that wouldnât be too offensive to your hangover. When you walked back to where youâd left Sam, you realized how good whatever food heâd brought you smelled amazing. Before you could say anything, Sam was holding out a cup of water and some pills to you.
âWhat are those?â You asked, taking the water from him and eyeing the pills.
âTylenol,â he held them out more, âIâm sure youâve got a wonderful headache after how much of Vinceâs alcohol you drank last night.â
You took the pills, swallowing them and taking a peek at the food that had been brought into your home by your hangover savior. Pancakes, hashbrowns, bacon, toast. Two plates of it. You smirked at Sam, âpancakes?â
He handed you a plate, âchocolate chip pancakes.âÂ
You raised a brow and hummed, making your way over to the kitchen island to sit. Sam sat next to you, and the two of you ate in near silence. The type of silence that left you to recount the events of last night. The occasional glances you were getting from Sam reminded you of the reason youâd drank so much that night.Â
Your mind couldnât help but remind you of the first party youâd hung out with Sam at. What heâd said. âLet me take you on a date. We can go anywhere. Do anything. Whatever you wanna do.â It had caught you off guard that night, youâd thought he was joking. If he said it again, you wouldnât think the same thing.
You looked over to him, considering what heâd done last night. Youâd been so dismissive and defensive. And yet, here he was. Had he kissed your head last night, or had you made that up? Did he have feelings for you? His eyes met yours, his brows twitching in recognition of your thinking face.
He didnât ask what you were thinking about, just offered a kind smile and brought his attention back to his food. He let you watch him. Study him. And study him you did. His shoulders were relaxed, his face calm. To you, he was the picture of serenity. It drove you crazy most of the time, but right now it was possibly one of the most attractive things youâd ever laid eyes on.
Youâd never been one for being attracted to softness, you honestly didnât think about relationships much at all. You were used to solitude, used to spending most of your time alone in your house when you werenât working. But this? Waking up to eat at your kitchen island with Sam? It was really nice.Â
Your stomach twisted with anxiety the more and more you thought of wanting Sam as something more than a friend or coworkerâ but you couldnât stop thinking about it. Not after last night. Not with what was happening. You were such a mess, youâd known that for a long time, but he seemed to clean up after you like it was something that took no thought at all. Youâd only known him a few months but youâd never felt this comfortable around anyone before.Â
Once you two had finished eating, Sam took your plates to the sink and began washing them. You stood leaned against the island.
âSam,â you broke the silence, âDid you mean it that night?â
Sam tensed, âWhat?â
You shifted your weight across your feet, watching him. âDid you mean it that night, at Vincentâs. When you said you wanted to take me on a date?â
Sam swallowed, turning to look at you with a touch of nervousness on his face. âI⊠did.â
âAsk me again.â
Sam looked surprised, he hesitated as he tried to figure out whether or not you were playing a trick on him for some reason. âCan I take you on a date sometime? Wherever. Whenever.â
You took a step closer, âwhatever I wanna do?â
He gave a breathy chuckle, âwhatever you wanna do.â
You rested your hip against the counter next to Sam, close enough that you could feel a whisper of his body heat ghosting across your legs. âDoes that mean right now, too? Or just on our date?â
Sam smiled at you, drying his hands. âIt can mean right now, if youâd like.â
Your hand slipped up onto his cheek, âI would like,â you breathed. You closed the gap between the two of you as you kissed him. Sam made a soft noise of surprise before he melted into you, one hand coming to your hip as the other made its way to the back of your head.
The warmth that bloomed in your chest overtook the anxiety that had boiled up within your thought spiral. His touch felt intoxicating, better than any high or buzz youâd ever had. You couldnât get enough of him. You two had practically tangled up in each other when you had to break away from him to catch your breath.
The look that Sam was giving you was enough to make your knees feel weakened, his eyes filled with a kind of affection youâd never experienced before. He pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and taking a shaky breath. âYou have no idea how long I have been wantinâ that.â
You laughed, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You didnât say anything, you werenât sure you could form a proper sentence if you tried. There was adrenaline pumping through your veins, enough to make you lightheaded.Â
Sam kissed your hair, squeezing you tight before trying to coax you out of his neck so that he could look at you. âWhat do you say we adjourn to the couch and watch somethinâ while our food settles?â
You nodded, âYeah, that sounds good.â The two of you parted with each other and settled onto the couch. After deciding on a show, you found yourself wanting more of his touch. You leaned down to rest your head on his lap and took his hand into yours, tracing the lines of it with your fingertips.
Read the rest of the chapters on Ao3Â
Read The World (It Burns Through Me) by @us3rnam3-r3dact3d on Ao3Â
- David and Asher practically switch personalities when not in character. Asher is more serious and prickly while David is more mushy and friendly
- Porter, Lovely, and Vincent are in a polycule (which has been implied but not explicitly stated thus far)
- the Director character is based on the creator of the original fanfic, @us3rnam3-r3dact3d !!
- treasure and love dance for the same ballet company, both making cameos in the series later on
- Freelancer is big into fan culture and has a fake fan account to participate in the fandom for the show without being found out too much, sometimes sending themself certain videos to repost on their ânormalâ account, theyâre open about having a fake account but refuse to admit what it is, similar to McKenna Grace in the real world
- Angel was one of those kid actors that got a ton of roles when they were younger and can be spotted in a bunch of different movies
Blooper Reels: A The World (It Burns Through Me) Fan Series | Chapter 9!!
Ao3 | 1.2k words
HELLO OMG HI HI HI UPDATING THIS
tension finally rising, slow burn is actually sparking, polycules are starting to become possible....
Tags: halloween, party, actors au, firefighters au, slowburn, personality changes, all differences from canon are completely purposeful and done with lots of thought and reasoning, Sam, Quinn, Darlin, Alexis, David, Kassidy (OC), Asher, Vincent, Lovely, Porter
Summary: David's HR violation. The warmth of alcohol. A hand on your back.
The air outside was crisp, and you were grateful for its chill against your face. It was sobering, standing out on the balcony of this ridiculous mansion as adrenaline pounded its way through your veins. You were still deciding whether or not being sober was a welcome feeling to your brain when your ears pricked at the sound of the door opening behind you.
âHey,â you were surprised to hear Davidâs voice coming from the newcomer. You didnât turn around.
âHey,â you replied.
âAre you moping out here for a reason?â He asked, shouldering up next to you and leaning on the railing.
âNeeded air,â you glanced over, âgot too⊠crowded in there.â David looked ridiculous. You did too, who were you to judge?
David nodded, the look on his face telling you that he only half believed your reasoning. âI get it,â he observed you in a way that sparked annoyance in your chest. You hated when people tried to look at you with pity. âTheyâre gonna do voting for the costume contest soon, you should come back inside.â
He nudged you with his elbow, âKassidyâs been asking where you are. They want to say hi.â
You rolled your eyes and smiled, âtrying to bait me inside with your little HR violation, huh? I see how it is.â You stood up, wanting to get a refill of your drink anyway, and motioned towards the door before David could protest to your comment, âletâs go.â
âŠ
Kassidy was sweet as ever, if not a little more nervous than usual. Unfortunately for you, it didnât take long for Sam and Quinn to catch your eye. You huffed and excused yourself, deciding to not let your strong hatred for vulnerability ruin your night.
Walking back over to the two, you motioned towards the bar, âIâm getting a refill.â Sam nodded and followed you, Quinn close on his tail. Neither of them dared to ask if you were alright, and you were beyond grateful for that. There was an odd thickness in the air between the three of you, thick enough to make you add double the liquor to your drink this time around. Youâd decided: sober was not a welcome feeling right now.
The voting for the costume contest was surprisingly well thought out. Vincent and his partner took polaroid photos of everyone in their costumes while Porter handed out clothespins that were painted with various halloween themes.
Once everyoneâs photos were hung up on the fairy lights that had supposedly been put up specifically to display them, Vincent announced that in order to vote you had to place your pin on someoneâs photo. He also announced that there were twenty minutes to vote, so nobody had to rush.
A couple of people who didnât trust themselves to not lose their clothespins went to vote immediately, and that group included you. You figured that if you didnât vote now, youâd forget to before voting time was over. You realized that the woman Asher had been practically glued to all night was named Alexis when you saw her polaroid photo next to his. They were an annoyingly gorgeous couple, and somehow their serious personalities didnât clash the way youâd expect them to.
You decided to vote for the couple dressed as Morticia and Gomez, they were in the same photo and were competing together, and they were cute. You were pretty sure you recognized one of them as one of the camera techs.
By the time voting was over and Vincent was calling for everyoneâs attention again, you felt the warmth of alcohol taking hold of you again. You grabbed another drink anyway. Alexis won the contest, as youâd honestly expected, and you clapped alongside Sam and Quinn as Porter placed a crown atop her head.
Once youâd finished your drink, you realized quite promptly that it was time to go home when you stumbled on your way to get a refill. You turned to Sam, whose brow was raised, and spoke. âIâm ready to go when you are.â
He nodded his head and tapped Quinn, âLetâs blow this joint, hm?â
Quinn raised his glass to the two of you and finished it in one swig, taking your glass and depositing both at the bar. You considered saying goodbye to Vincent but abandoned the idea for your tried and true Irish goodbye technique.
When you got to the car, you got into the backseat without thought, much preferring the comfort of a backseat while drunk rather than a passenger seat that was much too close to the action of the road for your liking.
Quinn and Sam shared a look, and Quinn slipped into the backseat alongside you. Sam got into the driverâs seat and turned on the car, turning down the music so that it was only a whisper in your ears. Loud enough to soothe the anxiety of silence but quiet enough as to not assault your ears.
It wasnât very long into the drive that you realized you hadnât handled your alcohol the way you thought you had, and you were starting to feel vaguely carsick. You leaned over your lap, letting out a slow groan as your eyes closed.
A cold hand slipped under your shirt, resting on your back. It caused you to shiver at first, but the cool sensation helped take your focus away from the quiet yet threatening churning in your stomach. Someone was talking to you, but you couldn't be bothered to make out what they were saying. All you knew was that their voice was quiet and soothing, so you responded with a short whine.
The hand on your back gently ran across your skin, prompting a shaky breath from your lungs. The drive was more tolerable with the comfort, and you must have fallen asleep at some point because all of the sudden, the hand was on top of your shirt giving you little pats.
The smell of outside came to you, and you sat up to see that the door was open, and Sam was standing there with his hand out to help you out of the car. âCâmon, darlinâ-- letâs get you inside.â
You got out of the car slowly, making your way to your door alongside Sam. You unlocked the door and immediately began abandoning parts of your costume the second you made it inside, your shoes, accessories, and shirt discarded on the floor. Sam brought you into your bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and taking out your face wash. âHere, wash your face so you can get in bed.â
He stood watch as you washed your face, and you caught a glimpse of a figure that you assumed was Quinn picking up your things in the hall. Face (mostly) clean, you turned to leave the bathroom. Sam followed you as you entered your bedroom, making sure you made it to the bed and pausing at your bedside.
You kicked off your pants and socks, crawling under the sheets and burying your face into the pillow. You felt a hand on your head, and something else press into your hair, and heard a muffled âgoodnightâ from Sam before the light turned off and the door closed.
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