Feel Everything
ăPairingă Plug!Jabber Ă Reader
ăSummaryă A quick weed run withe her freinds, turns into a full trip when YNâs friends take a new acid tab from their plug. Sheâs the only one who doesnât, too cautious, too unsure about the guy behind the grin. But as the night unfolds, the plug who once made her nervous ends up making her feel more than that.
ăWord Countă ~8.5k
ăTagsă · fluff · flirty tension · smoking weed · acid trip · accidental closeness · modern au
Heavy self-insert, kinda, I be like that when Iâm under the influence, but idk about yâall⊠I get way too touchy, lmao.
The night airâs cool and damp, streetlights buzzing low like theyâre half-asleep. The only sound on the block is the bass thumping from a house up ahead, lazy but heavy enough. Weâre heading straight for it, me caught in the middle of my friends, jacket pulled tight, arms crossed like armor.
âOkay, wait,â I mutter, slowing my steps just enough to make them notice. âWho even is this dude again? Weâre just⊠pulling up to some random dealerâs house like thatâs normal?â
The group barely misses a beat. One of them snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets. âRelax. Thatâs Jabber. He chill as fuck. Everybody know him. Got the best shit in the city.â
âChill as fuck?â I echo, raising a brow. âYâall say that like you actually know him.â
âMan, we do,â another one insists, laughing like Iâm the uptight one. âHe cool. Bit of a clown sometimes, but solid.â
âUh-huh,â I hum, unconvinced, glancing down the block toward the pulsing lights. âSounds less like chill and more like chaos.â
âSame thing when itâs Jabber,â someone jokes, earning a chorus of laughs. âAnd he got good weed,â the other adds, like thatâs the end of the debate.
I exhale, breath fogging up in the chill. My heartâs thudding a little quicker than Iâd like to admit. The closer we get, the louder it all becomes, laughter, the snap of a lighter, and the thick smell of smoke curling out of the open window like it owns the street. The whole blockâs wrapped in it.
They walk up like theyâve done this a hundred times, knocking once before pushing the door open without a pause. I hang back on the steps, hand hovering near the railing. From where Iâm standing, the inside looks like another world. Someoneâs laughing deep from the couch, the kind of laugh that vibrates through your chest and dares you to look.
Thatâs probably him.
âCâmon,â one of them calls back, holding the door open. âDonât be scared. He donât bite.â
Thatâs what they think.
I take a deep breath and step inside, still wondering what kind of man Iâm about to meet.
The second I step in, the smell hits me, a mix of smoke and something fried hours ago that never got cleaned up. The living room looks exactly how Iâd imagine a plugâs house: ashtrays overflowing with blackened butts, half-empty bottles tipping against one another on the floor, bags and scales laid out like trophies on the table, coins and papers scattered in no particular order.
And there he is. This Jabber, sunk into the couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the back like he owns the whole world. Thereâs a little mountain of product on the table in front of him, baggies half-filled, lighter flicking every now and then as he takes a drag. He doesnât even look up when the door creaks shut behind us, just keeps moving, hands working with lazy precision.
My friends light up like theyâve been waiting all night. âYo, whatâs good!â They cross the room fast, dapping him up one by one, laughter bouncing off the walls, like theyâre old boys catching up after a lifetime.
I hover near the door, arms still crossed, eyes scanning everything like Iâm expecting the walls to cave in. This is so not what I signed up for. Then Jabber finally looks up. And itâs right at me.
His eyes drag slow, head tilting just a little, that grin curling across his face before he even says a word. âDamnâŠâ His voice is smooth, lazy, almost a purr. âYâall didnât say nothinâ bout bringinâ a shorty alongâ
I stiffen instantly, heat rising in my face. My friends laugh it off, waving him off like, âChill, bro, donât start.â One by one, they slide into the seating options around him, laughing and joking as if theyâve been planning this reunion for weeks.
But his gaze stays locked on me, leaning forward just enough to rest his elbows on his knees, blunt dangling between his fingers. âMm-hm,â he hums, eyes roaming, that grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. âShe the shy type, huh? Standinâ there lookinâ like she too good for my couch.â
I blink, not even sure what to say, so I donât say anything at all. I just glance around at the mess, the trash, the clutter, the chaos, trying not to meet his eyes again.
The deal goes down. Cash hits the table, baggies slide across in return, all smooth like theyâve done it a hundred times. My friends grin, pocketing their stuff, already making plans for tonight. And me? Iâm still hovering near the door, arms crossed, ready to dip.
Jabber leans back like he own the couch, stretchinâ out like a cat, tappinâ the ash off his blunt slow, real deliberate. That grin spreads, cheeky as hell. âAight, buisness handled⊠but yo,â he says, eyes lockinâ on me for a moment too long, âI just got some new fire stuff in. Yâall tryna hit it? On me.â
My stomach knots, voice catching in my throat. âUh⊠nah, we good.â
He raises a brow, smoke curling from his lips, chuckle low and lazy like he already know he got me twisted. âWhat ya scared for, ma?â His grin stretches wide, teasing, daring.
But my friends? They donât care. âWait, for real? Free?â One of them shouts. âHell yeah, bro, bring it on!â
I blink at them, mouth open. âYâall serious? Yâall just gonna say yes like that? We donât even know what that is! What if itâs laced⊠or worse?â
One of them shrugs, âRelax. Itâs Jabs. He got the fire. Chill out, girl.â
Jabber laughs. âSee? Thatâs your problem, girl, â he says, eyes locked on mine, smirk crawling over his face. âThinkinâ too much. I ainât tryna poison nobody, if I wanted you gone, you wouldnât even be standinâ here, huh. Feel me?â
I swallow hard, heart racing, caught between rollinâ my eyes and⊠actually believinâ him.
He pats the empty space beside him, smirk tugging sly. âCâmon now,â he drawls, all velvet and danger, lips brushing smoke into the air. âDonât act like my couch gonâ bite, ma. Sit. Down. Be social. Or we cant make it fun if you keep actinâ all shy, ya feel me?â
My feet stay planted, hesitation heavy like concrete, but my friends are already puffinâ on his blunt, laughing like I donât even exist. And Jabber? He just leans back, one hand lazily patting the couch, eyes on me with that grin like he already know Iâll cave.
And⊠I do.
With a small sigh, I cross the room and lower myself onto the cushion beside him. Not too close, but just close enough to feel the heat from his side.
His grin widens. âKnew youâd come âround.â
Jabber leans forward, flicking ash into the tray, then stretches out like he owns the place. âAight⊠lemme bless yâall,â he says, voice dragging smooth. He saunters over to a beat-up dresser shoved against the wall, riflinâ through drawers like heâs hunting treasure. Bass thumps from the speaker, smoke curls thick in the air, and my nerves tangle tighter with every step he takes.
Finally, he pulls out a tiny foil packet, holding it up with a grin sharp enough to cut. âMm-hm. This right here? Fresh drop. Straight from Cali. Pure acid, clean as it get.â His eyes snap to mine, daring, teasing, and my stomach knots.
He slouches back onto the couch, packet in hand, flicks it open with his thumb like it ainât nothing, like heâs done this a hundred times before. âThis the kinda shit make colors dance for you, have you laughinâ at walls, feelinâ like a god. Not no weak-ass party pill, top shelf, yâall hear me?â
My friends lean forward instantly, eyes bright. âBet. Thatâs fire, bro. Run it!â
I stare at them like theyâve lost their damn minds. âAre you serious? Yâall donât even know what that is! Youâre just⊠just gonna put that in your mouth âcause he said itâs good?â
They laugh, grabbing the it. Smoke curls around their heads from the blunt Jabber passed, bass rattling the floor. âMan, relax! You always scared. This the good shit, He donât play, swear.â
Jabber leans back, blunt dangling lazily from his lips, smoke drifting past his grin. âYou ever done acid before, ma?â His voice drags, low and smooth, like itâs teasing me before I even answer.
I blink, heart thudding. âPff-, yeahh. Of course, obviously.â My words come out sharp, too quick. He tilts his head, grin widening like he already knows Iâm lying. âMm-hm. Tell Jabber what it feel like than, shorty. Donât keep me waitinâ.â
Heat creeps up my neck, my stomach twisting. My friends are already pressing tabs onto their tongues, laughing like they just scored a prize. I finally huff out the truth. ââŠOkay. Fine. I havenât. Happy now?â
Jabber leans forward, grin crooked, eyes gleaming like he knows he got me twisted. âAinât nothinâ wrong with that, shorty. First time for everything, feel me? Ainât nobody gonâ put you on like me.â He taps the foil with his thumb, slow and deliberate, like heâs dealinâ out a secret only he got.
I shake my head fast, arms crossed tighter. âNope. Nope. Thereâs no way Iâm doing that. Yâall are crazy. This is stupid. What if I freak out? What if-â
My friends cut me off, already giggling as the tabs dissolve. âY/N, chill. You think too much. Just try it!â I stare at them, heart hammering, mind screaming donât do it.
Jabber leans back, one arm draped over the couch, the other lazily spinning the blunt between his fingers. That same lazy grin is fixed on me. âActinâ all tough here but scared of some tabs, huh?â His voice drops low, smooth, teasing. âRelax, ma. Iâma hold your hand if shit get too wild.â
The first twenty minutes crawl. My friends chatter and laugh like itâs nothing, their words bouncing off each other, repeating, sticking on some dumb joke, but theyâre losing themselves in it anyway.
Iâm just⊠sitting there. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes glued to the walls. Counting seconds like theyâll save me. I donât touch the drink they handed me, donât say a word. Every so often, I peek at them, pupils huge, movements slightly off, faces almost glowing in the dim light.
And I hate it. Hate the nerves twisting in my stomach. Hate my silence. Hate feeling out of place in a room im the only sober one. My mind races: what if itâs laced? What if they canât handle it? What if something goes sideways and Iâm stuck in this mess.
Then, slowly, I notice the changes. One friend leans back against the couch, staring at the carpet like itâs some masterpiece. Another traces a poster on the wall, giggling at colors that arenât even there. I swear my stomach knots tighter just watching them.
My eyes flick to Jabber, expecting calm, heâs got that grin, lazy, sharp at the same time, eyes glinting like heâs already three steps ahead.
He leans just a hair closer. âYa see âem, shawty? Lookinâ all gone already⊠smilinâ at shit that ainât even there,â he murmurs, voice low, teasing. I stiffen, arms hugging myself, trying to stay cool. âYeah⊠I see that.â
He snickers, head tilting, smoke curling around his face. âThat shit makes the whole room feel different.â I shift, hands clutching my myself, jaw tight. âYeah⊠different. Weird.â
He slides a finger under his chin, grin lazy, body leaning back like he owns the space. Voice dropping lower, slow, deliberate. âMm-hm⊠actinâ like you too good for it, huh? Shorty⊠donât think I ainât see that lil spark of curiosity in your eyes watchinâ âem.â
I bite my lip, heart hammering, trying not to let him know how rattled I am. âIâm⊠fine. Just⊠observing.â
âObserving, huh?â He chuckles, that low rumble like he knows heâs got me twisted. âDonât worry so much, girl⊠Every paranoid thought runninâ through that pretty head. Ainât nothinâ scary âbout it. Just⊠different. New. Feels good to be caught off guard sometimes, donât it?â
I glance around, but canât help looking back at him. That grin never leaves, and his eyes stay locked on mine.
He leans back a little, flickinâ the lighter against the blunt, the tip glowinâ orange, smoke curling slow into the room.
âHere,â he says, holdinâ it out, thumb brushinâ mine as I take it careful. âAinât nothinâ scary âbout this. You good" I stare at it for a second, heart thudding. âUh⊠okay.â I raise it to my lips, inhale shakily.
He laughs low, rough, leaning closer, hand brushing my arm in that lazy, teasing way. âMm⊠thatâs it. Feelinâ it already, huh?â His eyes glint like he knows exactly how Iâm holding back.
I nod, heart thudding, but before I can settle, he flicks the blunt, slow, deliberate. That grin spreads wider, full of mischief. âMm-hm⊠thatâs the acid in it,â he says, voice dragging, eyebrows wiggling like heâs daring me to freak out.
I freeze, eyes going wide. ââŠWait- what?!â
The second the words leave my mouth, he leans back just enough to let me see that smug, lazy smirk. Smoke curls from his lips, drifting toward me like a tease. âRelax, lil mama⊠I took it too. Youâre officially ridinâ with me now.â
A shiver runs down my spine, part nerves, part⊠him. My stomach knots as my hands clench, but he just sits there, calm, grinning, watching every tiny reaction like a predator enjoying the chase.
My heart spikes, a mix of panic and annoyance. âWhy would you do that? Thatâs insane! noo" I cough, my chest tightening, heart hammering. ââŠNo, no, no, no! I canât, youâre insane!â My hands flail slightly, knocking against the couch as the smoke curls around.
He just leans back, grinning wide, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind me. âUh-huh⊠thatâs the reaction I like,⊠lookinâ like you bout to run outta here.â
I grab my jacket, pressing it to my face, trying to calm my racing heart, but every chuckle, every lazy shift of his body, every teasing glance sets my nerves on fire. âYouâre such an idiotâŠâ I mutter.
Letting his knee brush mine, hand lazily trailing along my arm, teasingly slow. âMm⊠thatâs the fun part, sugar. Let it ride,â he murmurs, voice low, dragging the words out like he knows exactly what effect theyâre having.
I swat at him, heart thudding, but canât hide the shiver that shoots down my spine. âI canât⊠I canât believe this,â I mutter, eyes flicking away, then back at him.
I canât stop myself from glaring, heart thudding in a mix of panic and⊠something else. Heâs teasing, chaos embodied and Iâm trapped right next to him, melting even while Iâm screaming inside.
He laughs, low and deep, voice wrapping around me like velvet. âChill⊠I was just messinâ with you, lil mama. Ainât no crazy shit here, just normal purple haze. You needa relax a bit.â
His hand lingers near mine, brushing along my arm, fingers tracing just enough to make my skin prickle. I canât stop the shiver rolling through me. He leans closer, that lazy grin creeping back, eyes hooded, teasing. âSee? Ainât so bad when itâs me, huh?â
My stomach drops. I snatch the nearest pillow and hurl it at him. âUgh! Youâre impossible! I swear-â
He barely flinches, catches the edge of the pillow with one hand, grinning like itâs the best thing heâs seen all night. âMm-hm⊠thatâs a it. Finally showinâ some fight.â
I huff, cheeks burning, arms crossed, trying to act mad but damn, heâs kinda fun to be around. âSome fight? You literally scared me half to death!â
He leans closer, letting the pillow slide off his lap, fingers brushing mine again. âAight⊠maybe had ya a lil scared, shorty⊠but thatâs hot too,â he murmurs, grin tugging at the corner of his lips like he knows exactly what heâs doing.
I glare at him, jaw tight, voice sharp. âHot? You think scaring me to death is hot? Youâre⊠ridiculous.â
He leans back, one arm draped over the couch, that grin easing into something warmer, lazy, teasing. âMm⊠jus like your ridiculous paranoia, shorty.â
I bite my lip, trying to shove the warmth creeping up my neck away. âI⊠I canât believe this shit⊠ugh,â I mutter. He chuckles low, slow, not mocking, but teasing enough to make me twitch. âRelax, girl⊠ainât nothinâ gonna happen. I got you.â
I huff, shifting on the couch, watching my friends fully dissolve into their own trips, one tracing shapes in the ceiling shadows, eyes wide, another giggling at the carpet like itâs a whole new planet. Their laughter floats, warped and dizzying, and I feel⊠stuck between awe and panic.
I glance back at Jabber, arms still crossed, trying to look stern. âAnd you? Just⊠chillinâ? Why ainât you trippinâ with them?â
He shrugs, grin stretching wider, that effortless swagger radiating off him. âMm⊠I know the ride⊠and somebody gotta be here watchinâ you while the rest get lost, ya feel me?â
Then his hand drifts toward mine, fingers just barely brushing, teasing, testing, enough to make my pulse spike. âBut ey⊠donât fight it too hard, shorty. If ya change your mind and wanna hop on that tab, you good.â
A little curiosity snakes through me despite myself. He leans back, eyes hooded, grin slow and sharp, watching me like he already knows what Iâm thinking, daring me to admit how close I am to giving in.
I bite my lip tighter, heart racing, trying to stay distant, but the warmth of him, the casual way he leans close without pressing⊠itâs unnerving. Heâs impossible to read, somehow teasing and safe at the same time.
âCurious?â he murmurs, voice dipping, sliding just a little closer. âNo need to hide that from me.â
I glare harder, crossing my arms even tighter, chest rising fast. âIâm⊠not,â I snap, voice sharp, even though my fingers twitch where his hand brushed the couch near mine. He leans back just slightly, that grin softening into something magnetic, eyes locking on mine. âUh-huh⊠sure you ainât, sugar.â
I glare at him, hunting for a comeback to his prank. Eyebrow raised, voice dripping with fake annoyance, I snap, âSo⊠you⊠just sellinâ drugs for a livinâ? Thatâs⊠sad, ainât it?â
He chuckles low and steady, that easy Jabber swagger in his posture. âSad? Nah, lil mama. Everybody gotta eat, right? Ainât like I hurtinâ nobody. I keep it clean, keep it right. Thatâs all business, feel me?â
I huff, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed, but my pulse is racing. âBusiness⊠right.â I pause, flicking some ash off his blunt Iâve been hitting steadily now. âAnd you⊠proud of it?â
He shrugs, eyes hooded, that lazy grin stretching wider. âProud? I just do what I do. Gotta hustle. Think this life easy? Nah, ma⊠takes brains, patience⊠people gotta respect it. Thatâs all I care about.â
I narrow my eyes, trying to push back, but he leans just a little closer, head tilted, that corner-of-the-lip grin tugging sharper, eyes locked on me like he can read every thought. âAnd what âbout you, ma? You think thatâs sad, what bout you just rollinâ through to grab your own stash⊠more sadder, huh? Lookinâ all high-and-mighty now off my weed.â
âIâm⊠uhm⊠thatâs not,â I mutter, though my heartâs hammering faster than I care to admit. He chuckles low, tilting the blunt toward me again, thumb brushing mine as I take it. âMm⊠thatâs it. See? You learninâ fast.,â he murmurs, voice lazy but teasing, like heâs enjoying every twitch of my nerves.
I cough lightly, hands trembling a bit, and he laughs softly, letting his fingers brush mine again, lingering just a second too long. âChillinâ now. Thatâs how itâs supposed to be. Let it ride⊠let it hit ya.â
I sink back, resting lightly against him. The warmth of the smoke mingles with the warmth from him, just enough to lean into him without really thinking.
His arm, already draped behind the couch, now settles naturally just behind me, like itâs always been there, with that lazy grin stretching easy across his face. âYou good? Lookinâ⊠soft now. Thatâs real nice.â
âYeah⊠I guess Iâm⊠chill,â I murmur, tilting my head slightly against him. âCanât even remember the last time I just⊠did nothing and actually liked it.â
He chuckles low, his arm already rests lightly around my shoulders, but now he shifts it, pulling me a little closer. âLife funny like that, girl. Everybody runninâ, tryna do everything⊠forgettinâ to just⊠be. Ainât that enough?â
The warmth presses against me, easy and grounding, like heâs claiming the space beside him without a word. I let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth from him radiate against me. âItâs⊠nice like this. Weird, but nice.â
âSee? Ainât gotta overthink it. Just⊠be here. Thatâs all that matters.â I find myself smiling wider now, letting my guard slip a little. âYeah⊠like, lifeâs stressful and all, but⊠right here, right now⊠I kinda get it.â
I lean into him, letting the weight settle. âMm⊠thatâs better,â he murmurs, pressing lightly against me. âJust⊠enjoy it, shorty. Donât think too much. Let it ride.â
I exhale, tilting my head slightly closer, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Leaning my head against his shoulder, letting the warmth and calm radiate through me. Fingers brushing his as he lifts the blunt, I feel that lazy, teasing energy in his presence, comforting and unnerving all at once.
âYou know ma⊠,â he murmurs, voice low, smooth, hand drifting lightly over my arm, âyou here to chill, not just watch my boys float away. That shitâs fire⊠youâll love it.â I glance at him, shaking my head slightly as I take another hit. âI⊠I donât know if I like this,â I admit, voice small, shaky.
He leans a fraction closer, fingers brushing through my hair in the softest, most casual way, like itâs nothing. âMm⊠thatâs alright, sugar. I got you. You good. Just trust me.â
I huff, pressing my forehead lightly against his shoulder. âI⊠I donât know⊠sounds⊠scary.â
He tilts my chin up gently, grin teasing but soft in his eyes. âFirst timeâs always sum. But Iâm right here. Iâll guide you. All you gotta do⊠just put your tongue out for me.â
Panic and curiosity war inside me, biting my lip. âI⊠I donât knowâŠâ
âShhâŠâ he murmurs, thumb brushing my jaw, voice low and lazy. âYou trust me, girl. I ainât gonna let nothing happen. You just⊠trust me.â
I tilt my head, parting my lips just enough. His grin widens, warm and teasing, and he picks up the tab from the table, sliding it carefully onto my tongue.
I blink, heart thudding, the strange taste hitting my senses. âOh⊠oh wowâŠâ He chuckles low, voice lazy, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. âThatâs it, ma⊠you did it. Just⊠relax, enjoy it. I got you.â
I let myself sink further into him. His arm drifts around me naturally, loose, effortless, holding me in place without words. The room softens, the distant laughter of my friends, the thump of the bass, all fades into a blur.
He leans back, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. âEver hear some of the stories, girl? âBout my regulars? Man⊠some of these fools are somethinâ else.â I glance up at him, smirking despite myself. âOh really? Tell me.â
He shakes his head, chuckling low. âAight⊠peep this, shorty. Dude rolls in last week, right? Tryna act all slick, like he runninâ shit or somethinâ. Man spend like ten minutes sniffinâ each bag, checkinâ the colors, swirlinâ it around like he testinâ wine. Broâs face when I called him out? Bruh⊠straight up priceless.â
I snort, covering my mouth, trying not to crack up too loud. âNo way⊠he was serious?â
ââDead ass, shorty. Iâm standinâ there, tryna keep my chill, but this fool starinâ at me like I invented weed or somethinâ. I swear, almost had to slide him a mirror, make him peep how a idiot looks like.â
I laugh again, leaning closer. âYouâre terrible⊠you know that? All this⊠your lifestyle, the way you live, messinâ with people, runninâ your game, itâs⊠a lot.â
He chuckles, that slow, teasing Jabber laugh, letting it wrap around me like a soft rhythm. âMm⊠maybe. But you like that, donât you?â
I freeze for a second, heat rising, then roll my eyes, trying to hide my grin. âMaybe a little.â He smirks, tilting his head, eyes glinting with mischief.
âNah, Iâm entertaininâ. Somebody gotta keep it fun.â He squeezes my shoulder lightly. âSome customers, man⊠theyâll do anything to act important, but I see right through âem. You gotta laugh at life sometimes, ma.â
I shak my head, but the laughter keeps slipping out. âYeah⊠I guess. You make it sound hilarious, Iâll give you that.â
He leans his head just a little against mine, brushing a strand of hair from my face. âSee? I told you⊠chillinâ can be fun too. Ainât always gotta stress, judge, overthink. Sometimes⊠just laugh, enjoy the little stuff.â
I hum softly, shoulders sinking further into his warmth, the tension from before melting away. âYouâre⊠not like anyone Iâve met before,â I admit, voice soft, smile easing.
âMm⊠good or bad?â he teases, low and lazy, that grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
I bite my lip, trying to play it cool, but my hands find his arm, fingers brushing along the fabric of his sleeve. âMm-hmm,â I murmur, not wanting to admit how much Iâm actually enjoying this but my actions made the answer clear.
He chuckles, fingers brushing lightly over mine, thumb tracing lazy circles. âThatâs what I thought.â
For the next twenty minutes, we sit like that, him telling ridiculous, hilarious stories about his customers, me laughing, teasing, forgetting the world outside⊠even forgetting the acid tab for a while. His arm stays snug around my shoulders, and I let myself lean fully into him, savoring the warmth, the calm, the effortless pull between us.
By the time the next few minutes tick by, the world around me shifts. The carpet beneath my legs seems to ripple gently, colors bending and stretching like liquid. Shadows dance across the walls, almost breathing in rhythm with my heartbeat.
I blink, eyes wide, suddenly hyper-aware of every sound, every vibration, every little shift in the room. My fingers instinctively curl around Jabberâs arm, pressing into the warmth, holding on like itâs the only thing steady in this swirling, vivid haze.
He glances down at me, eyes soft, voice low, smooth. âMm⊠feelinâ it now, huh?â I nod quickly, chest hammering, heart thudding like a drum. âYeah⊠itâs⊠wow⊠everythingâsâŠâ My fingers dig into his arm, legs twitching slightly, stomach twisting. âItâs⊠kinda scaryâŠâ
He lets out a calm, soft laugh, thumb brushing in slow, deliberate circles. âAight, ma⊠I got you. Just⊠ride it out. You safe. You right here with me.â
I inhale sharply, head pressing into his shoulder, and my hands canât stop moving, tracing the lines of his arm, clutching his sleeve, brushing across the couch beside him. Every sensation is amplified, the warmth, the vibration of the bass under the floor, the smell of smoke, all of it pulsing through me.
âI⊠I canât⊠itâs too⊠everything,â I murmur, voice trembling, legs fidgeting, pulse racing. âItâs⊠a lot.â
He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine, calm as ever. âI know⊠lean into it. Donât fight it, shorty. Feel it all. Iâm right here.â
I nod, gripping him tighter, pressing my cheek fully against his chest now, fingers curling around his bicep like an anchor. The room stretches and bends around me, colors melting together, laughter echoing in slow, warped waves. âYou⊠you feel⊠real,â I whisper, voice shaky. âLike⊠I can actually hold on to you.â
He chuckles low, slow, teasing, letting his hand cover mine like heâs making sure I donât float away. âThatâs right, shorty⊠hold on⊠donât even think âbout lettinâ go.â
The colors explode now, posters melting into neon swirls, the ceiling breathing above me like itâs alive. I giggle, fingers brushing over his chest, tracing along his sleeve, just⊠feeling. Everything feels electric.
âEverythingâs⊠so alive,â I murmur, pressing closer. âItâs⊠a lot, but⊠good, I think?â
For what feels like forever, I donât even notice my friends or the world outside. I just press against him, brush along his arm, let the acid roll through my body, my mind spinning, while he stays calm⊠a steady anchor. Every laugh, every ripple of color, every stretching shadow is softer, safer, tethered by him.
He stretches out, letting out a long, lazy sigh, that grin tugging at the corner of his lips. âAight⊠Iâmma grab somethinâ to eat. You hungry, shorty?â I blink, stomach twisting, suddenly aware of how light-headed I feel. ââŠUh⊠can I⊠come with you?â
He laughs low, smooth, shaking his head like heâs already won. âHeh⊠you tryna steal my food too now, huh? Mm⊠I like that. Yeah, come on. Donât get lost in that pretty little head of yours.â
He rises, and I follow, fingers still brushing along his arm, holding just enough to stay grounded. The walls ripple gently, shadows bending like theyâre breathing. Every tiny flicker of light, every detail feels sharper, wilder⊠and yet, safe, tethered to him.
His eyes flick to mine, hooded, teasing, the kind of look that makes my chest thrum. âAight, girl⊠keep up now. Donât wander off, I ainât lettinâ you float away.â
I let out a nervous giggle, letting my fingers slide along his arm as we move, just enough to feel anchored. He glances down, grinning wider, hand brushing against mine in that slow, teasing way. âSee? You stickinâ close⊠I like that. Smart girl.â
âYou see that?â he murmurs, pointing vaguely at a corner. âCeiling lookinâ like itâs⊠movingâ, huh? Wild, right?â I giggle softly, nodding. âYeah⊠everythingâs⊠so alive. The light⊠the colorsâŠâ My fingers drift over the ridge of his bicep again, resting there unconsciously.
He chuckles low, that lazy, teasing sound rolling through the kitchen like he owns every corner. Guiding us through the space, he opens the fridge and pulls out a couple things, tossing me a small snack like itâs nothing. I hover close, fingers brushing his side every so often, letting myself lean in just a little.
âYou⊠donât mind me just hanginâ here, huh?â I murmur, voice soft, barely above the hum of my thoughts. He leans back just enough to give me that slow, lazy grin. âMind? Nah, shorty⊠you stickinâ close. Ainât nobody gonna snatch you from me, feel me?â
He moves to the counter. âCheck that tile⊠see how itâs catchinâ the light? Man, that shine, crazy. And this glow, look at it. Right?â
I laugh softly, tracing patterns along the edge of the counter, letting my fingers wander, glancing up at him. âI donât even know where to look first.â
He leans just slightly toward me, that familiar lazy grin tugging wider. âMm⊠donât think. Just take it all in. Colors, shapes⊠me. All yours right now.â
Without realizing it, I let my head rest against his shoulder. He doesnât flinch; instead, his arm slides casually behind me, hand brushing along my back like heâs claiming the space without a word. My chest feels lighter, the high humming softly through me, steady and grounded by him.
I hop up onto the counter, legs dangling, fingers tracing edges like theyâre asking for it. He steps closer, tall, calm, that lazy grin tugging at the corners of his lips. âYou good?â
I nod, breath hitching, caught between giggles and awe, leaning just a little closer. âYeah⊠I think so. Itâs⊠a lot, but⊠I really like it.â
He tilts his head, eyes hooded, playful mischief mixed with warmth. âMmhmâ I blink, head tilting against, voice soft. ââŠYeah⊠just⊠wobbly, I guess.â
He steps right in front of me, tall and calm, letting his presence steady me as I wobble a little on the counter. His hands rest lightly on my hips, guiding me without a word, fingers brushing along my sides like itâs the most natural thing. âDonât worry âbout leaninâ or fallinâ. I got you.â
I canât help it, my fingers brush his forearms, tracing small patterns, and I realize Iâm holding onto him more than I thought. The high makes everything feel magnified, his closeness, the brush of his hands, the smell of him mixing with the kitchen scents.
He grabs a small piece of food from the plate âHere⊠try this, ma. Gotta taste the high too.â
I open my mouth just a bit, letting him guide it, but the way heâs right there, close, makes my cheeks heat up. âYou⊠youâre right hereâŠâ I murmur, voice catching.
âMhm,â he says, teasing soft, leaning in just enough as I bite down. âGotta make sure you eat it right.â
The flavor hits, sweet and sharp all at once, and I canât stop the little giggle that slips out. âDamn⊠thatâs⊠really good,â I admit, eyes half-lidded from the high.
He grins, watching me like he already knows how Iâm feeling. âMm⊠knew it. Knew youâd feel that.â
I shift a little more on the counter, letting my body brush against his as I reach for another bite. My fingers curl around his wrist for balance, and he doesnât flinch, just lets me, watching with that lazy, knowing grin.
âCareful now,â he murmurs, slow and teasing, thumb brushing lazy circles over my knuckles. âYou all up on me, shorty⊠you know what you doinâ?â
I flush, fumbling slightly, biting my lip. âS-sorry⊠I⊠I just⊠canât help it. Everythingâs so⊠intense.â
He chuckles low, that teasing rumble vibrating through his chest. ââŠnever once complained âbout that. Keep doinâ you, girl.â
I let out a nervous laugh, pressing a little closer, fingers brushing along his arm like I canât help myself. âI⊠I didnât mean to⊠itâs justâŠâ
âShh⊠itâs straight. Ainât no need to apologize. You doinâ fine. Hell, I like this.â
He lifts another small bite toward my lips. I bite gently, lips brushing his fingers. My hands drift naturally, one curling over his forearm. I let myself melt fully into him, forehead pressing against him, head settling comfortably against his chest as if Iâve always belonged there.
He chuckles low. âMm⊠look at you, shawty. Beinâ all soft and clingy like that⊠canât even hide it, huh?â
His fingers brush a strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering just a second longer. âTold ya⊠this is fun. You gettinâ all⊠goofy on me already.â
I shiver, pulling my head back slightly from his chest, eyes wide and glimmering. He just watches, grin widening, like heâs savoring every twitch of my nerves.
He moves, setting the plate down in the sink and my eyes follow, unfocused, mesmerized. Then he turns back, that lazy, teasing grin aimed straight at me.
âMm⊠look at that,â he murmurs, hand lifting to cup my cheek, thumb tracing lazy circles over my skin, playful but deliberate. âAll wide-eyed⊠all âohhh, help me, Jabberâ kinda lookinâ. You feelinâ that? You like how⊠helpless you look right now?â
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh, cheeks heating, and he just chuckles, low and mocking.
His fingers drift lower, brushing along my jaw, teasing deliberate, and then he presses his thumb to my lips. I blink at him, breath hitching, heart thudding.
âDonât be shy, sugar,â he whispers, voice low, purr in it. âGotta enjoy it⊠all of it.â I giggle, high and reckless, letting my tongue flick over his thumb once, twice, testing him. I bite gently at the pad, smirking up at him, teasing.
He chuckles, slow and low, shaking his head, hand still cupping my face. âYou crazier than I thought,â he murmurs, leaning just a touch closer. Every press, every brush, every lazy slide of his finger against my lip makes my body hum, my mind whirl, the colors and heat of the high amplifying every spark between us.
Smiling wide, eyes half-lidded, high and touchy and completely caught up in him. He leans down just a hair more, whispering into my ear, warm breath tickling me: âMm⊠you like that, huh? Feelinâ all⊠needyâ?â
I nod, barely able to form words, letting the high and his teasing take over. My tongue drifts along his thumb, lips pressing light kisses. Every brush of his hand against my face, the warmth of his body pressed close, itâs electric. My heartbeat thrums in my ears, every nerve alive.
And then-
âHey! Yo, quick question.â Our friend barges in, giggling like a maniac, completely oblivious to the world weâre in.
I freeze. My eyes snap open, and I yank his hand down, cheeks flaming red. âUh, uhmmâ I stammer, scrambling for distance, hands fumbling against the counter.
Jabber doesnât move. Heâs still standing there, that lazy, teasing grin spread wide, looking down at me enjoying my panic.
The friend squints at the room, still giggling, blurting, âUh⊠yo⊠where are the 3D glasses? We wanna watch Kung Fu Panda!â
I swallow hard, face heating further, trying to vanish into the counter. My high makes every inch of his body seem ridiculously close, ridiculously warm.
Jabber tilts his head, âMm⊠theyâre in the drawer on the left of the TV. Donât trip too hard.â
He leans just slightly back to me, voice soft but mocking. âYou lookinâ like you bout to melt right here.â
I squeak, high, flustered, caught somewhere between giggling and hiding. My legs jitter, fingers twitching. He chuckles, clearly loving every second of it.
The friend nods, grinning, clearly too high to notice anything, and wanders off, muttering a distracted, âThanksâŠâ
I let out a shaky breath, trying to untangle myself, but Jabber is still right there, knees bracketing mine, that lazy, teasing grin firmly in place. His hand drifts lightly over my thigh, warm and steady, like heâs staking claim without saying a word.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the friend spins back, pupils huge, voice all wobble and disbelief. âWait⊠uh⊠Y/N, are you like⊠fucking the plug rightnow?â
My eyes go wide, cheeks burning hotter than a stove. I yelp, jerking back, hands flailing, trying to cover my face. âW-what?! No! God, stop!â
Jabber doesnât even flinch. His hands brushing over my thights. âWe just vibin.â
I press my forehead to his chest, high and mortified, heart hammering in every nerve. But⊠that warmth, his body pressed close, his hand steady, his calm teasing grin, keeps me rooted, half-relieved, half-flustered.
He chuckles, soft and slow, letting the teasing linger. âMm⊠you all red and squirmy⊠Ainât nobody seeinâ nothin.â
The friend finally laughs, completely lost in their own world, mumbling something about Kung Fu Panda before stumbling out.
I peek up at Jabber, cheeks still blazing, breath shaky. âYou⊠youâre impossible,â I mutter, voice barely audible.
He chuckles low, that slow, teasing rumble, fingers brushing my jaw, thumb tracing over my cheek. ââŠNah, shorty⊠just keepinâ it interesting. Ainât nothing wrong with havinâ a little fun while youâre high.â
We drift back to the living room, the faint laughter of our friends and the muffled silly movie soundtrack filling the air. My chest is still fluttering from the kitchen moment, the warmth of him lingering in my mind.
Without really thinking, I flop onto the couch beside him, still spinning from the acid. Somehow, my body slides closer, and I find myself perched lightly on his lap, legs draped across his, pressing into his chest. My mind flickers, realizing the position but the swirl of colors and the thrum of the high drown out everything else.
He leans just a bit, fingers brushing along my arm, smirk tugging at his lips. âActinâ all delicate, all lost in the ride. You like it? Huh?â
I bite my lip, cheeks flaming hotter, eyes fluttering closed for a second. âI⊠yeah⊠I think so,â I admit, voice small, almost shy, letting myself melt fully into the closeness.
He chuckles low, hand settling lightly on my hip, thumb tracing lazy circles. âYou comfy, hmm?â I blink at him, mouth twitching in a half-smile, voice soft and airy. âYeah, I guess,â I mumble, high as hell, barely processing that Iâm literally perched on him.
His grin spreads, teasing. âGuess so? Mm⊠that ainât a guess, ma. You sittinâ on me like itâs the only spot that matters.â
I laugh softly, head tilting against his chest, hands brushing over his arms, lingering on his biceps and I canât even notice the friends half-watching the movie a few meters away. Everything else blurs; itâs just him, the high, the warmth, the closeness.
My fingers tracing patterns over his arm. A lazy laugh escapes him. âDonât make me start thinkinâ you donât ever wanna leave.â I canât help the soft giggle, pressing into him a little more. âI⊠uh⊠I donât,â I whisper, high and shaky, heart fluttering.
He chuckles again, that low, teasing rumble. âMm⊠good. Didnât think youâd admit it so fast."
I tilt my head up, squinting at the TV. âSo⊠Kung Fu Panda, huh? Is this like⊠a good one to watch high?â
Jabber chuckles, low and lazy, fingers brushing over my arm as he nudges me closer. âMm⊠yeah, for sum. But lemme tell you somethinâ, shorty⊠when you high, you gotta pick the right kinda movie. Animated? Classic. Colors pop, jokes hit different. Music? Bruh⊠that hits all the feels, for real.â
I giggle, listening to him go on like heâs giving a masterclass. âSo⊠what else counts as ârightâ then?â
He leans back, chin just above my head, voice smooth, teasing, dragging the words out like he owns the room. âMm⊠gotta mix it up. Comedy, trippy visuals, some kinda music-heavy joint. You inside that movie, swear to God.â
I laugh softly, nudging him with my knee. âSounds like youâve done this a lot.â
He grins, lazy and cocky, thumb brushing along my shoulder like heâs claiming it. âMm⊠lil bit. Gotta know how to vibe right, feel me? Movies, music, weed, a lil acid⊠all gotta line up. Make it a full ride. Donât sleep on the details, shorty⊠thatâs how it hit different.â
I tilt my head against his chest, soaking in the warmth and the soft buzz from the high. âYou really know how to set it up, huh?â
He hums, that lazy grin tugging at his lips, thumb brushing along my shoulder. âMm⊠you know whatâs wild, sugar? One of my crazies told me âbout this trip he had watchinâ Spirited Away on shrooms. Swore he felt like he was there⊠every color poppinâ, every little detail hittinâ him different.â
I grin, eyes lighting up despite the haze. âOh⊠that movieâs brilliant. The visuals, the music, the world⊠itâs insane. I can totally see that.â
He leans closer, voice low and teasing, warm against my ear. âMm⊠bet youâd dig that, ma. Got a copy upstairs. We could watch it, if you down.â
My chest flutters, cheeks warming, high and excited. ââŠYeah. Lletâs do it,â I murmur. He grins wider, nudging me gently as I rise from the couch. âBet. Follow me, sugar⊠letâs see how deep this ride goes.â
I follow, heart thumping and mind spinning, fingers brushing his arm as he guides me upstairs. The hallway lights blur slightly.
We step into his bedroom, and I freeze mid-step, eyes wide. The place is⊠exactly what I imagined when I pictured a âplugâs bedroom.â Clothes strewn across the floor, an old backpack tipped over with papers spilling out, and the faint, sweet haze of weed hanging thick in the air. Posters are taped haphazardly to the walls, some peeling at the corners, and a lamp in the corner casts a warm, golden glow over the chaos.
I bite my lip, unsure where to put myself, hands fidgeting. âUh⊠wow,â I murmur, more to myself than to him.
Jabber doesnât miss a beat. Heâs already moving to his desk, flipping drawers with casual efficiency. I step closer, peering over his shoulder as he rifles through the messy drawer. Pulling out a slightly beat-up DVD case.
âI feel⊠so light,â I murmur, voice soft and dazed, almost a whisper lost in the haze.
He hums, that lazy grin tugging at his lips as his arm slides around my waist, steady and warm. âJust let it flow,â he says quietly, fingers tracing slow, grounding patterns along my side.
He nods toward the bed, and I stumble over, laughing under my breath. The mattress catches me before I even realize Iâve fallen, the softness swallowing me whole. I sink into it, limbs loose, head spinning, the world stretching and breathing around me. A sigh slips out, half relief, half wonder. The high ripples through me, light and electric.
Jabber drops down beside me, one arm propped behind his head. âYou trippinâ hard, huh?â he murmurs, voice low and smooth, the kind that hums through my chest more than my ears.
I laugh softly, turning my face toward him, eyes half-lidded. âItâs⊠wild,â I admit. âLike I canât tell if Iâm lying down or floating.â
He chuckles, leaning closer, âFloatinâ, huh? Guess that makes me your anchor, sugar.â His fingertips trailing slowly to my hip, feather-light touches that make me shiver.
My lips twitch into a hazy smile, my hand lifting without much thought, fingers brushing along his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath. âYouâre⊠sweet. Thatâs all I know right now.â
His grin spreads, lazy and teasing, as his fingers graze along my side again, barely there but enough to make me squirm softly against the sheets. âSweet, huh? That means you feelinâ me. Hmm?â
I hum in response, closing my eyes for a second, my hand sliding up to his chest, fingertips tracing over the fabric stretched across it. The contact feels electrical.
âYou good?â he asks, softer now, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair off my face. I nod slowly, a hazy giggle slipping out. âBetter than good. Everythingâs⊠colors, and youâre⊠right here. Feels.â
My fingers canât stop moving, tracing up his arm, down his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt like itâs the only thing keeping me grounded. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, slow, teasing, and I shiver.
âYou real touchy, hmmâ he murmurs, voice soft but edged with that teasing grin. His eyes narrow slightly, curious. âYou always like this? Or just with me?â Heat floods my face, and I shake my head. âN-no⊠not with anyone. I donâtâ I stop myself, swallowing.
His grin deepens, lazy and knowing. âMm-hm. Funny, though⊠you ainât even trust me at first. Kept your walls up,actinâ like I was a real problem.â He leans in closer, his breath brushing my cheek. âAnd look at you now.â
I laugh, breathless, high, giddy and instead of pulling back, I grab his shirt in a fist and tug him closer. My eyes lock on his, everything around us blurring into colors, and all I can feel is him.
He tilts his head, voice dropping lower, velvet smooth. âYou lookinâ at me like you want more than just an anchor.â My face burns, but I canât even deny it. A stupid little giggle slips out, and my hand drifts up to his neck, thumb brushing against his jaw.
His grin softens, hungrier now, his eyes half-lidded as he closer. My chest tightens, my lips part just slightly, waiting. Until his lips hovers just a breath from mine, so close I can feel the heat of him.
I donât move. I donât even think. My fingers tighten against his shirt, pulling him that last inch closer and his lips crash into mine.
Every nerve in my body lights up, sparks shooting down my spine, my fingertips clutching at his shirt like Iâll drown if I let go. The taste of him, smoke, heat, something rough and sweet at the same time, burns through me.
A low sound slips out of me, half-moan, half-gasp, as I press closer, desperate, my hands climbing from his chest to his neck, to his jaw, anywhere I can touch. My legs shift, brushing his, trying to pull him closer, the high making every inch of contact feel explosive.
I canât stop. I donât want to stop. Iâm melting into him, biting at his bottom lip, tugging him back in when he shifts even a breath away.
Then, suddenly, he eases back. Just a little. His hand on my cheek, but his lips pull away, and I chase after him with another needy little sound before I even realize Iâm doing it.
He chuckles low, breathing heavier now, eyes half-lidded but sharp as they catch mine. âDamn, ma⊠you hungry for real.â
I flush hot, chest heaving, lips tingling, still clinging to his shirt like Iâll collapse without it. âI⊠I just-â I stammer, high and desperate, not even sure what Iâm trying to say.
The kiss is steady, deliberate, and I melt into it, my breath catching as he shifts, pressing me furthor into the mattress with his weight.
The world tilts, the sheets soft under me, the colors spinning overhead, but all I feel is him, warm and solid, pinning me down in the best way. My fingers tangle in his shirt, tugging him closer, desperate for more, even though heâs already everywhere.
He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, voice low and rough with amusement. â⊠Needy as hell. Whole time before, you was paranoid as fuck, doubtinâ me like I was trouble.â His hand drags slowly across my waist, grounding me. âNow? You canât even let me breathe.â
My chest heaves, lips parted, eyes half-lidded as I look up at him. âI⊠I donât care. I just-â The words tumble out clumsy, high, but true. âI just want you.â
He chuckles, low and satisfied, kissing me again, firmer this time, his body pressed into mine. His hand slides down to my hip, holding me there like heâs proving a point. âMm-hm. That acid hittinâ different, huh?â
I squirm under him, half-embarrassed, on the way he feels against me, my nails lightly grazing over his arm. âShut up,â I whisper against his mouth, pulling him back down into another kiss, more frantic this time.
He grins into it, letting me take what I want for a moment before deepening the kiss himself, guiding the pace, steady and teasing, while his weight keeps me right where he wants me.
Iâll add a smut part for all you freaks too, hehe













