#Laced Drink

[aceofwhump]

BBC Merlin 1x04 "The Poisoned Chalice"

[somedayonbroadway]

Laced Drink

Jack Whump Board

TW: Whump, laced drink, kidnapping, predator

Jack was out. At a bar. Well past midnight. And still, he wasn’t drunk. He stared down at the bourbon he ordered and sniffled, looking around. People were still playing pool and making out with strangers and Jack wished he were anywhere else. But he couldn’t go home. No, because Davey would be there and Jack would have to face him.

The twenty two year old picked his glass up and swirled the thing around in its glass as he hunched over on the stool he occupied. He took a small sip before setting the glass down. It was all just some stupid fight and Jack knew it was his fault. It was always his fault. David was a big shot attorney and Jack was a failing artist. It would always be his fault.

He didn’t know why he thought he could be good enough for that man. Davey came from upstate, where all those rich folks live and Jack came from Brooklyn and Harlem and Queens, no money, no parents to fall back on, just a brother he missed and a job at a diner that made his feet ache.

The phone in his back pocket vibrated again with another call and Jack had half a mind to answer it, to break down and beg his boyfriend to come and get him, take him somewhere high off of the streets, somewhere warm and safe.

Then a stranger sat beside him. “So, what’s a young man like you doing all alone on a Saturday night?” Something in Jack’s stomach twisted. He glanced at the man beside him, barely catching a glimpse of his face before looking back down at his drink. He didn’t reply, hoping he’d be left alone. “Oh come on, pretty thing like you couldn’t be here all on his own.”

Jack shook his head. “I’m not interested, buddy,” he muttered, slipping his jacket back on over his shoulders. He brought his glass back up to his lips, like he was gonna take a drink, before he just set the thing down.

“Oh come on, you gotta get something better than that,” the stranger beside him encouraged. “Bartender, bring out a martini for my friend here.”

Jack sighed, looking up at the man, noting the gentleman was at least in his late thirties and giving him a tight smile before looking back down. “That’s not necessary, like I said, I ain’t interested. I’m in a very loving and committed relationship,” he said, biting a bit at the words.

A chuckle escaped the stranger beside him. “Sounds very convincing,” he insisted as the bartender began to make a martini right in front of them. “Thank you, kind sir,” the man winked, offering Jack the glass. “Come on, pretty boy. If you won’t come home with me, at least tell me why your partner isn’t keeping you under lock and key like they should be.”

The words sent an uncomfortable wave up Jack’s spine. He ignored it. He still refused to meet the person’s gaze. “Stupid fight. That’s all. In fact, I should probably be going,” he sighed, slapping a bill down on the table and nodding at the man, about to leave before the man put his arms out.

“Hey, hey, at least sit and have this drink with me. Be rude to leave a man like this after he orders you a drink.”

Jack paused. He really didn’t know how to face David right now. He’d already passed the stranger, he could just keep going. But he came out for a drink, a distraction, and still, all he’d thought about was David. So he turned around and faced the man who was sitting with the martini outstretched to him. Without even thinking, Jack took the thing and downed it in one swift gulp, setting the glass down on the bar and clenching his jaw. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“Another?” the man offered with a smile.

Jack slowly sat back down. “Just one,” he whispered, lazily waving down the bartender as his phone went off again. He took the thing out and ended the call, unable to handle all of this right now. His gut was twisting in knots, but he just thought he felt guilty for accusing David of sleeping with another man. And he did. Somewhere deep down, he knew David wouldn’t do that to him. David had always been there, even during Jack’s worst days.

Jack downed another drink.

That’s when he began to feel it. It was hot in this bar. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead so he wiped at it, confused as his vision began to blur. The world seemed to slow down. “I… I don’t feel good,” he admitted to the man beside him. He wasn’t usually such a lightweight. “I need ta get home.”

“Don’t worry, Jack, I’ll get you home.”

Jack froze, looking up at the man. “H-how do you know my name?” His arms grew heavy. His mouth began to get very, very dry.

The man only smiled at him, standing just as Jack did, barely catching him before the young man could hit the ground. Jack gasped a bit and tried to pull away, quickly realizing he had no strength to do so. His knees grew weak and all he could hear were echoes in this loud, loud room. He looked around, seeing nothing as he groaned out for help, screaming in his head but only mumbling in the real world. He began to panic as this stranger walked him out of the bar and into a parking lot. His phone rang again, he tried to reach for it. “Shshshshsh,” the man hushed, slipping Jack’s phone out of his pocket and into his own hand. “Don’t worry, we’re going to a safe place,” he assured. “A refuge.”

Jack couldn’t protest. He breathed hard, trying to look around for anyone to help him before he was laid down in the backseat of a black SUV. The old man loomed over him, using a zip tie to secure his wrists tightly together. Jack whimpered, trying to squirm away, to get out.

The man ran a hand over his hair. “Don’t you worry, pretty boy… we’ll be home soon,” he said, slamming the door shut and getting into the driver’s seat.

All Jack could do was lay back and allow himself to be taken away by this mysterious man who seemed to know him, wishing he’d never left home.

[jade-bright]

Derek, texting: Hey Mom, is it cool if I go to a party tonight?

Talia, texting: Will you be drinking?

Derek: No?

Talia: Will you be doing drugs?

Derek: No...

Talia: Will you be having sex?

Derek: Maybe?

Talia: Then why are you going? Wait, better question, where are you actually going?! And who is really texting me?

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Stiles, turning to Derek while holding Derek's phone: Kochanie! She's on to you, what do you want me to say?

Derek, fighting an omega he was told to stay away from: Just tell her we're fucking and that I'll get back to her!

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[tonydaddingham]

want a crack theory? i'll give you a crack theory. right what if metatron knew about the body swap, and that's why he offered coffee to aziraphale, something we've never seen him drink. of course there's the implications of the 'give me coffee or give me death', but he was offering the coffee to weedle out whether or not aziraphale was in fact aziraphale, or if he was crowley

[moodyseal]

Finally got to the last case in AJ and ngl. When Kristoph Gavin flashed on the screen for the first time in my life I learned what it's like to feel genuine dread because of a videogame

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[layzeal]

something about the way wwx, against all odds and against his own plans, just kept living and surviving through events that he was certain would kill him, so by the time sunshot ends and his heart is still beating he just becomes... mellow

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[aceofwhump]

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[pocket-size-cthulhu]

"Too Sweet" is just one giant, poetic "it's not you, it's me" from Hozier.

He's like "you're put together, I am a garbage bag man, we have nothing in common you are like an alien to me. A kind, pretty alien. Come back when you're bitter and salty"

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They're the most adorable, I'm-

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Hello hello! I've been looking at your blog a bit but have been a little too shy to request anything until now.

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[actualbird]

I don't think we've ever had like Drunk drunk Marius. Like, he's had alcohol before in cards but he's somehow sober (I think, otherwise he just acts incredibly sober when drunk)

And I just imagine that he doesn't get drunk bc a) he has a high tolerance and b) he pretends to be sipping on some alcohol while not actually drinking any. Like everyone else is on their 4th glass or something and he's not even done with his 1st.

Why b? Because I'd just like to talk about the idea of Drunk marius being a sarcastic asshole to the point where he got banned from having more than 3 drinks at family functions.

(Last time he had more than three he insulted one of his uncle for having no art sense, told his cousin that she was the ugliest bitch he's ever seen and will never find a partner, then threw up all over some poor French von Hagen's newly made suit. the first two may have been deserved. the last one was not.)

I DONT THINK WE HAVE YEAH, though if im not mistaken, one of his MR audios is him drunk and he was a clingy drunk to mc. i cant remember which MR card this was tho orz

but this is making me lose it HELP. all the years of learning how to be a Respectable Von Hagen just go out the window past a certain amount of alcohol, poor thing.....or rather, everybody he insulted are the poor things kJBLKSJBFLSDBF

i myself like to think that marius has a pretty solid alcohol tolerance. of course, it depends on what hes drinking but also. he was an art student in florence. ive never been to florence but i was an art (creative writing) student once and the AMOUNTS of alcohol that would be drunk at parties and get togethers, my god......so in my eyes, marius can hold his drink pretty well

but i assume he doesnt like ever getting drunk at business functions in general. too much risk, 0 reward. he leaves the fun drinking times to when hes having a get together with the nxx team

and once hes drunk he can dunk on vyn non stop until vyn nearly tries to strangle him