#tw; roofie

[terrence-silver]

Would Terry roofie someone if it served his goals or just for fun?

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Terry Silver strikes me as the type of guy who'd slip stuff into people's drinks out at some club purely for the sake of it;

To gage their reactions, watch them stumble out of the bar, get sick on the dancefloor or on a corridor somewhere, perhaps while desperately queueing for the toilet, listen to what nonsense they'll spout under the influence of a drug, observe their forehead get slick and wet with sweat, their complexion turning pale, pretend to be the helping stranger with the best intentions at heart, possibly look on as they accuse everyone but him of roofing them and if they catch on and point their finger at him, then hey, he can have the pleasure of making his grand escape into the night before he's ever sighted and he'll do so laughing. He's Terry Silver. He can and will retreat into the palatial comforts of being a billionaire and shrug away from all responsibility (not that he feels any) and that fact tickles him immensely seeing as how I'm convinced he makes a habit out of going around LA and messing around with whoever he deems fit under the guise of just being some nobody right before he disappears, never to be caught.

Oh, the adrenaline rush of that. The petty sort of power trip.

It's people watching and that on it's own serves his goals.

He likes to see what someone does in the situation he deliberately put them into almost as a way to research individuals and know how to accurately manipulate someone later through meticulous and hands on practice, training his skills at toying with minds like he trains his muscles.

Notwithstanding that a man's a sadist.

People's suffering on it's own and the mischief it can bring about is as fun as fun gets.

And sometimes, all it takes is a tiny pill slipped into someone's booze.

That's where the entertainment begins.

[aftgficrec]

It’s a fic based on the night when the monsters took Neil to edens for the first time and drugged him.

But this time Neil panicked and ran away and tried to step infront of a car. The monsters managed to get to him first and Kevin grabbed him back. Basically a fic of the monsters realising they fucked up.

Sorry, anon. We tried all our tricks and could not find this, but will keep it in mind and keep looking. If anyone recognizes this fic (it may be part of a long one), please drop a comment. 

Below are some previous recs you may like. Please note the trigger warnings on the original posts. -A

drugging at eden’s went darker than canon:

‘though i am bruised, face of contusions (know I’ll keep movin’)’ here

‘I took a breath and took the knife’ here

‘Bad Habit’ here

‘A night out’ here

‘History Repeating’ here

‘Echo’ here

neil gets roofied again:

Neil's drink gets spiked ask here

Neil getting roofied ask here

‘i got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold’ here (completed)

neil kicks ass after being roofied:

‘valhalla's throat’ here 

you may also like:

masterlist for Nicky Kissing Neil here

Art

Neil’s first trip to Columbia comic by @runningwithhellhounds

[headlightsontonight]

hi everyone did you ever imagine john roofie-ing dean for the sole purpose of teaching him to recognize what they taste/look/feel like? just showing it to him would be too obvious, maybe not as impactful a lesson as slipping it into his beer one day, only for dean to wake up bound and gagged in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize.

dean doesnt panic outwardly, no, john's taught him better than that. or, he did, but dean cant quite think past the panic of not remembering anything, the nausea rising in his throat with nowhere to go, how his hands feel disconnected from his body. he tries to work at the knots tying him together, but theyre solid. still, it has the air of one of johns exercises (but what if something happened to him, while deans tied here and helpless, what if what if), but he swallows down the bile and paranoia and eventually escapes to the outside, wrists rubbed red and still dazed, heart pounding in his ears and dulling his usually-alert senses.

he's barely out of the bathroom, foot steps louder than he'd prefer, only to be tackled to the ground and pinned again by- by john? he tries to gasp out a question or even bring his hands to up to defend himself but they won't cooperate at all. dean ends up on the floor, sat underneath a lecturing john, voice calm as he goes through the effects of the roofie he apparently slipped dean, droning as if reading from a webmd page. all he can really hear is the ending statement that he expects better from dean next time, the faintest ring of disappointment under it. dean knows that he better start paying closer attention to sam's drinks moving forwards.

[lexariahane]

Hey baby, you don’t look so good. How are you feeling?

Oh no! You’re dizzy? You probably haven’t drank enough water. Let me go get you some.

Here you go. I stirred some electrolyte powder in there, that’s why it’s foggy. You need to take better care of yourself, baby.

Oh it tastes funny? Yeah it’s the powder. It’s kind of a weird taste. Just drink it up, quickly, so you can get that yucky taste over with.

How are you feeling now? Better? No? Hm. Maybe you should lie down. I’ll help you.

Whoah, you really must be dizzy. You’re stumbling over yourself. Here, let me help you. Just lean on me, pet.

There we go. Into bed. Nice and cozy. But, oh no, your clothes. They must be annoying. You should take them off.

I’ll help you.

Much better, right? Wow, you look incredible. Look at you, all splayed out for me. Pliable and soft.

Did you even realize you’d opened your legs wide open for me? That you did it on instinct?

And look how hard your little tdick is. Were you just faking being sick, to get me in bed? You wanted me to slip a little something extra in your water, didn’t you?

You’re such a pathetic slut, it’s just like you to tease me, and trick me into taking advantage of you. You’re just so easy.

You deserve whatever I do to you. You deserve to feel my fingers stretch you out. To pump in and out, faster and faster.

But you don’t deserve to cum. No, not yet. Maybe after you’ve taken my whole strap, deep into you. Maybe after you’ve cried, begged, pleaded to let you cum. Maybe you’ll deserve it then.

But you’ve been so bad. This is all your fault, you know? I only do it because I love you.

*This is mine, I do not consent to replication or republication in any sense. Detrans&Minors DNI READ MY PINNED

Thanks 😘

[askradiostatic]

Holy shit my timezone sucks I was asleep wtf happened?? Vox ru okay??? (Val fuck you) Alastor is Vox okay??

—feather anon

"Appearently, this tall ugly bitch-"

"HEY!"

"Shut up- Baldentino tried to roofie Vox with his disgusting, vile slobber. So, uh, yeah, I'll be taking this" (Am I using roofie correctly? Sorry if I'm not) *Tentacles snatch Vox*

"Hey, put me down!"

"Afraid that's not happening. Val, I'll deal with you later."

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Dating in Your 20s

kai parker x reader

summary: it's been a while since you've been on a date, but after months of swiping right, you finally think you've found the one. or, so you thought.

tags: college au (ish), online dating, the scull bar, alcohol, use of date rape drugs / roofies, protective!kai, slightly less sociopathic!kai

word count: 2.2k

a/n: so i've been overly critical of my work lately, and haven't posted a few things i've written because i haven't thought they were good enough. but then i realized that no matter how dumb or cheesy they might be, someone might still enjoy them, so i'm going to post them anyway, especially while i get back into the swing of things. so these next few posts might not be my favorites, but i hope they still make some of you smile <3

It feels like forever since you’ve last been on a date. Ever since the tumultuous relationship with your ex, you’ve been afraid to re-enter the dating pool. It isn’t easy to find people you match with; either your hobbies align, but they’re too cocky, or the conversation’s okay, but you share nothing in common. You’ve been scouring the popular apps for months after realizing you’re ready to try again, but it hasn’t been easy. 

That is, until you finally find the perfect match for you. 

Two nights ago, you started talking. He’s just your type, and a great conversationalist. There’s a picture with him and his dog in his bio - a plus, and he’s void of any pictures of him holding fish - a bigger plus. The only downside is that his name starts with, “J”, but that’s the only red flag you see. 

So, when he asks you on a date after a well-recovered cheesy pick-up line, you agree.

The Scull Bar. Seven o’clock. 

To your own surprise, you find yourself excited. 

~~~

Conversation flows in person as well as it did on the app. He has a cute smile, and gentle wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that only appear when he laughs. He’s about a year older than you, but once you hit your twenties, that doesn’t matter too much. You talk for about an hour, sharing some details about your personal lives. School life, work life, any hobbies not previously mentioned, and some about family and friends. He mentions a crazy ex-girlfriend, which is where you reply, “same, but with my ex-boyfriend.” And while that topic made you a little uneasy, you’re still enjoying yourself, so you try not to linger on it. 

As the time on your phone nears nine o’clock, you both agree to get a drink before you part ways. It is a Friday, after all, and the town is small enough that the bar is somewhat a walking distance to your dorm. Of course, you won’t tell him where you live on the first date, but you assure him you won’t be drinking and driving.

With a laugh, he nods, then you both order a round. 

“I’m going to hit the bathroom real quick,” you say, needing to pee after all the water you anxiously drank before you left your house. 

“Alright, no worries.”

On the opposite side of the bar, a curious eye watches the interaction. In fact, he’s been watching you the whole time, suspicious of your date. Kai thought it was weird for the man to sit at the bar, rather than an actual table. You seemed to shrug it off quickly, but the young witch has kept his sights on you just in case. 

For years, Kai has learned to read people through their body language. He can smell out bad intentions from a mile away, and even though he’s never seen this man in his life, he gets them from him. Kai doesn’t know you well, either, but has seen you in the background of vampire collateral. You live in Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie’s dorm building, and every time you accidentally walk into something you shouldn’t see, Stefan or Damon have to compel it from your mind. Kai admits he feels a bit bad for all the students at Whitmore who’ve had their minds wiped a thousand times because the stupid Salvatores are always running a muck around their school. 

Of course, he doesn’t usually care too much about anyone, but there’s something he likes about you. Somehow, you’ve managed to be at the scene of every crime. And while you don’t remember it, the two of you have made eye contact each time it’s happened. Then, after you’re compelled to forget, you give him the cutest quizzical look that makes his breath catch in his throat. 

Kai doesn’t know enough about you to know you’d be on a date tonight, but he’s listened and observed enough to know this is your first one with this guy. And shit, as much as he doesn’t want to care, he can’t help but feel a strange protectiveness over you. 

So, he’s been watching. And listening. And through your words and body, he’s learned a lot about you. But, he’s also learned a lot about your date. As you go to the bathroom for a moment, he learns a little bit more. 

The man occupies himself with his phone while awaiting your return. He laughs and scrolls, laughs and scrolls, then double taps to like something, and all the while, Kai cringes. Not one minute have you been gone, and he already needs his phone to entertain him. The witch rolls his eyes and sips his own drink. As he does, the bartender slides yours and his to your date, who then thanks him with a passing glance. Kai watches him put his phone down. His hand retreats to his pocket, and his eyes search for the bathroom door. His leg bounces with slight nervousness as he discreetly pulls something out and drops it in your drink. Kai pulls his mouth off his straw, suspicious. Your date brushes off his hands and picks his phone back up. His leg continues to bounce. 

In an instant, Kai slides into the seat beside him. It’s a silent and ominous trick he loves; he’d used it on Damon and Bonnie a thousand times in the prison world. 

“Hey,” he taps the man once on the shoulder. 

Your date spins around and jumps, hand to his heart. “Fuck! Dude, you scared me. What the hell?”

“What are you doing over here?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m on a date, fuck off.”

“Yeah, but you’re-”

“Hey, sorry,” you return, “there was a bit of a line.”

“That’s fine. This jackass here-”

“Who is this?” You accidentally interrupt, spotting Kai. He was strangely familiar, yet not at all recognizable, as if you’d seen him in a dream. 

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. This jackass just slid over here and prodded me. Go away, dude.”

Kai nods to you. “Can’t do that. Hey, you said you’re on a date? That’s fun. Is it your first?”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Just curious.” He jabs his thumb to his old seat. An abandoned blue cocktail sits, half drunk, on the bar. “I was just sitting over there just a minute ago and happened to see your date, out of the corner of my eye, fumbling with some pill or powder type of thing. Curious thing is that he put one in your drink, but not his own.”

“What?”

“You’re full of shit,” your date grumbles, turning red, “you’re making that up.”

“Why would I make that up? I saw something, and reported it. Isn’t that the new slogan, ‘see something, say something’?”

“Did you put something in my drink while I was gone?”

“Of course not! Why would you think that? Believe this stranger over me?! Thought this date was going well, now you’re accusing me of roofies?”

“I’m not accusing, I’m just asking! Why would he say that if he didn’t suspect-?”

“God, you are turning out to be just like my ex!”

“Hey, excuse me!? It’s just a question, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

The man sighs dramatically. His mood changes on a dime. “I’m not upset, I’m just… hurt that you’d suggest that. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you.”

You blink, confused by the sudden sulkiness. “Wha-?”

“Here’s this, alright?” Kai starts. “My sister’s a bartender here, so I know they have those little strips that you can put in drinks to test if they’ve been drugged. They’re behind the counter.” Kai reaches over the bar without asking, and pulls a box of them from god-knows-where.

“How do we know you didn’t drug it?” Your date asks Kai.

“I was over there. And why would I do that? I’m not the one on a date with the pretty girl.”

“But you sure seem to know your way around the bar.”

“Are you suggesting the bartenders spike the drinks?”

“I-”

“Right. Purple means spiked. Blue means it’s clear.” He carelessly drops a stick in and lets it float around the surface. The three of you watch curiously, but interest turns to horror as it fades into purple in a matter of seconds. “Hm.”

Suddenly, your ex fishes the paper out and flicks it onto a napkin. “This is stupid! You set me up!”

“I’m still failing to see the point where I would do that on purpose.”

“Shut the hell up, jackass. Maybe you’re just a sociopath that likes to ruin dates for fun, because you have some stupid vendetta against people that are happy.”

“Actually, I’m just looking out for her,” he looks at you, “I’ve seen my fair share of men spiking drinks around here. It’s rather pathetic, actually, that you guys are so lame that you have to hurt girls to get any attention.”

“Fuck you, man. I could have you arrested for accusing me of this bullshit.”

“On the contrary, I could have you arrested.”

He scoffs, turning to you. “You don’t believe this guy, do you?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t want to.”

“You don’t. Because it’s completely ridiculous!”

“J-”

“Oh! A ‘J’ name! That should’ve been your first red flag, princess.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Fuck you. You know, I’m out. This is bullshit. Screw you both.” With that, he grabs his jacket and leaves. 

You stare straight ahead, still processing what happened. After a moment, you slouch down in your chair and plant your face into the bar counter. “What the hell.”

“Sorry I ruined your date.”

You glance up at the stranger. “Did he really spike it? You saw it?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten involved if he didn’t. I’ve seen it too many times around here. A lot of the time, bartenders catch it, but they’re pretty busy today.”

“Well… thank you for noticing.” You shake your head. “Just when I was feeling comfortable enough to start dating again, someone has to go and be weird.”

Kai chuckles. “Let me buy you a drink for your troubles. Promise I won’t spike it.”

You hesitate, tempted, but a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under blankets for the rest of the night, but another part of you wants to repay the guy for his kindness. You eye him as the two plans battle in your mind, but ultimately, you sigh and nod an approval. He obviously feels bad for how your night ended and wants to help. The cute dimples are a plus. 

“Same drink?”

“Nah, it’s ruined for me now. Maybe that blue thing you’re drinking over there.”

“Coming right up.”

“So I never got your name…” you ask, curious. 

“Kai. You?”

“Y/N.”

“Ah, nice. Suits you.”

“Thank you. You said you have a sister who works here?”

“Yeah, the curly-haired blonde over there. To be honest, we don’t get along too well, but we have a deal. I can hang around as long as I help her and her staff stay on top of mother-disappointing college boys and their date rape drugs.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately, this bar is full of them.”

“Well on behalf of girls everywhere, thank you.”

He half smiles. “To be honest, I had a rocky start to life. Did some bad things that landed me nowhere good; that’s why my sister and I aren’t on the best of terms. But I’m trying to be better now, and this, I think, is one good step in that direction.”

“I can get down with that. Admitting your wrongs and wanting to do better. Doubt even half the guys in here would admit their missteps.”

Your drinks arrive - Kai got a second of the one he hadn’t finished - and you both take a sip before nodding. 

“Good?”

“Much needed. Thank you, again.”

“Of course. And hey, if you ever need me again, I’m usually here.”

“To be honest, I hope I don’t.” You chuckle playfully. “But, maybe I can see you anyway?” Kai’s surprised expression rattles your confidence. You stutter out the next few words, “not like, on a date or anything. Unless you’d want to. But I’m totally just cool hanging out. It’s just… it’s not everyday a cute guy saves you from a date gone-wrong. Gotta at least ask.”

The man smiles, pulling out his phone. He hands it to you to add your number. “I’d love to, whether on a date or just hanging out.”

“Really?” 

“‘Course. Next Friday?”

“Works for me.”

 “I have to warn you, though, I haven’t been on a date in a long time.”

“Oh before this, I haven’t either.”

“Good. I feel better already.”

You giggle, smacking his arm playfully.

The two of you stay there as you finish your drinks. Around eleven, you wrap up to go home. Kai offers to drive you, but you promise you have a short walk and a small knife in your back pocket, and he nods. 

“So, see you Friday?”

He winks. “It’s a date.”

[medical-chan]

Being a shut in is great because you can’t get roofied at a party if you never get invited in the first place

Checkmate, men.

[nomsfaultau]

MFR Philza: the glass is half full! ^-^

MFR Wilbur: No the glass is half empty

MFR Techno: actually, the glass is fully of POISON because you guys are trying to DRUG ME AGAIN

MFR Tommy: oooo drugs! Gimmie!!!

Everyone else: NO-!

[angie-long-legs]

Val pulled Angel aside on his break and held out a tall cocktail glass. Inside it was what looked to be some kind of potion, purple and shimmery-- edible glitter, perhaps.

"Drink up for Daddy," the moth cooed, fingers moving to wrap around Angel's arm— too tightly. "I'm not asking."

It wasn't unusual for Val to supply Angel with a little pick-me-up, and it certainly wasn't unusual for him to omit the crucial information of what the substance being supplied actually was. However, the devious expression on Valentino's face and the tight grip of his arm filled Angel with immense dread.

There was no way out.

"Gee, uh... thanks, Val," Angel replied hesitantly, accepting the glass with obvious reluctance. It didn't look like Love Potion, that was for sure. Instinctively, he sniffed it - nothing. It didn't even smell of alcohol, let alone anything overly chemically or suspiciously sweet.

He gulped. Here goes. Down the hatch.

Angel swallowed the drink.

[oopey-doopey]

Miguel would be super anti-drugs due to how he was essentially forced into addiction, so I imagine if he catches a single spiderman smoking or talking about weed he starts a Spidey themed D.A.R.E campaign and physically tackles you if you so much as mention Tylenol around him.

[duckiemimi]

whenever i find out anyone close to me has been sexually harassed or assaulted, i can feel pain flare in my chest, my fists tighten, and though i know not everyone wants someone viscerally angry on their behalf, i get intense, i can’t help it. it’s the type of anger that almost fries your brain. i wish i could’ve killed them. i wish i could. for some reason though, when i think of all of the times i’ve been violated like that, i just think, “well, it happened.” maybe the worse part is that sometimes, i try to put reason to it. as if putting meaning to hurt would heal it. what’s a bandaid to a bullet wound? what’s glue to a tear? anyway, i’m scared that my ex will find a way to text me again out of the blue and i’ll get the urge to explain to him that what he did was wrong. then, like clockwork, i’ll question myself: was i wrong instead?

[lemon-frog-tog]

lmao fuck i told the org if anyone tried to roofie me at the bar tonight i would bring them home to the pit but i only said that cause i didn’t think anyone would actually try to do that in buttfuck illinois 😭

anyway um. his name is josiah - he’s the one with the comb-over and the broken kneecap. you guys have my full permission to torment this one actually that’s just fine with me <3

[ashleys-coffin]

Andrew is the type of guy to accidentally spike his own drink

[driftwooddestiel]

hiii. im normal (audio from peep show)