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Contact High

Based on the Brad Paisley song of the same name. (Listen to it here)

Words: 667

Written: 19.05.13

NFF, Song!Fic


She felt her breath catch in her throat, as she locked eyes with the man on stage, I can’t believe it. She was momentarily stunned, unable to move as she watched him play, and she could’ve sworn the faintest smile crossed his face as he looked in her direction.

No, don’t be silly, she began moving through the crowd again, hoping to find an empty table, it’s all just part of his set. There’s no way he saw me through all these people. She situated herself at the small corner table in the back, mildly surprised to see it empty. She hopped up on the stool, before turning her attention back to the man on the stage, smiling as she watched him play, do I want him to see me?

She watched him in silence for a moment, heart fluttering as he closed his eyes, still singing, damn he’s cute…

She shook her head, can you stop being such a girl? Geez… she felt her cheeks flare as she looked away, turning to look at all the couples who were dancing, hoping the dim lighting was enough to hide her blush.

“Y’all are such an amazing crowd! We’re gonna take a little break, and then we’ll get right back to it.”

She felt her face split into a smile as she heard his southern drawl, damn, I forgot about that. She turned back to the stage, taking a sip of her beer as she watched him and the band file down the stairs on the side of the stage.

Now’s my chance, she took in a deep breath, sitting up straighter before running a hand through her hair, just as he turned and saw her. She couldn’t help the smile on her face as he began making his way over, stay cool. He’s just a guy. A really hot, southern-accented guy…

“Hey you,” his smile widened as he got closer, giving her a once over, eyes sparkling, “Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’ out tonight?”

“Oh, yeah, well, y’know…” she mentally face-palmed, get it together, girl! She began picking at the skin around her nails, casting her gaze down, “I didn’t want to disappoint you if I ended up not coming out.”

He shook his head, “You think you could disappoint me? Pfft,” he slid into the opposite side of the booth, “So… what’d ya think?”

“Oh,” she felt her face heat up again, and she picked at the skin more forcefully, peeling a piece beside her thumb down, “I really only caught the last few seconds of the song. But it sounded pretty good.”

He took her hand in his, effectively stopping her picking, and got her to look him back in the eye, “How about I sing you another?”

“W-wh… j-just me? I’d love that, but I mean….” Damn it, I sound like an idiot!

His smile widened and he slid out of the booth, helping you out, hand still clasped in his, “I’ve been working on a new one…”

“Y-yeah?” She felt like her heart was in her throat as he led her toward the stage.

“I’ve been working on it all tour,” he didn’t stop until they were right in front of the stage. He spun around, suddenly nervous eyes scanning her face, “Tell me what you think?”

She nodded mutely, barely registering when he let go of her hand and started up the stairs to the stage, giving her a nervous smile. What is he nervous about…? She watched in fascination as he picked up his guitar, pausing a moment – with his back turned – to take in a deep breath before turning and walking to the mic.

“Alright, ladies, gentlemen,” he pulled a stool over and sat down, getting control of the noise in a matter of seconds, “I thought it’d be time to slow it down. Now, this is a brand new song I wrote,” he glanced down at her, that sparkling smile back, “for a very special woman.”


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What We Get To Be




Happy New Year everybody!

Hope you all had an awesome holiday break, and are ready to get back into the swing of things.

Posting will continue on with it’s regular schedule. (TAFs every other Friday [next fic Feb. 22nd, etc.], articles every other Monday [Feb.11th, 25th, etc.] , and Product Reviews every 13th of the month)

This is this years’ Valentine’s Day fic. Hope you enjoy the Valentine’s holiday whether you’re with that special someone, a group of friends, or are rockin’ stag.

This fic was inspired by the song Rewrite The Stars from The Greatest Showman. Specifically the lyric: It’s up to you, and it’s up to me, no one can tell us what we get to be.

You can listen to the song here.

Written: 19.01.18

Words: 299

NFF


“Fuck!” She ended the call and slammed the counter.

“Uh, is everything okay?”

The voice from behind her made her jump, heart beating faster as she saw it was him, please, not today. He leaned down on the counter, a smidge too close for someone who was just a ‘friend’.

“I’m fine, I mean… I can handle it,” she shoved her phone back into her pocket and did her best not to squirm under his gaze.

“I know you better then that,” he brushed his hand against her arm, dropping his voice, “You need a place to stay, don’t you?”

She took a breath and slid her arm away, “You know I can’t let you do that.”

“Says who?”

“Pfft,” she gestured broadly to the rows of desks outside the small kitchenette, “Take your pick.”

“You think I care what they think?”

“You should, if it got out that you were even thinking about being with me, it’d-”

“Hey,” he moved himself closer again, this time placing his hands on her shoulders, “let me worry about the press. You just worry about getting yourself to my place.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, “I won’t be known as the one who wrecked your reputation!” she took a few steps back, turning her back to him as she felt her eyes fill with tears, “You’d never forgive me.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she savoured the comfort it brought. After a moment, she took a deep breath and turned back around, “You know if you do this there’s no going back, right?”

“If being with you is gonna wreck my reputation,” he pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead, ignoring the gasps that came from behind him, “then it’s a reputation I don’t want to have.”


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Goodbye Back

Written: 18.07.06

Words: 741

NFF


“She has to be here,” his eyes swept the beach underneath him, scanning each face for those perfect amber orbs he’d grown to love.

“We’ve checked the entire beach twice,” Frank came out onto the balcony behind him, “She’s not there.”

“B-but-”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “we can’t postpone the meeting any longer.”

The prince took a small step forward, leaning out over the railing a little more, desperately searching the sand below him, “I just…” he trailed off, turning to look back at his father figure before sighing and stepping back toward the house, “You’re right. Can’t expect them to wait any longer. But once we get back I’m searching that beach myself.”

The butler suppressed his sigh and nodded, following the prince as he led the way back into the house. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel for his boss – of course he did, he himself had been through heartbreak before – it was just, seeing him so distraught her – it made him crazy. The prince was acting as if they’d been together months, years even – instead of the one week they had actually shared.

If Frank was being honest, he didn’t like her. She’d been tough to deal with, to say the least. She had zero interest in listening to the prince, and she tore the house apart.. It wasn’t right the way he was pining after her. Frank felt she wasn’t worth his time.

Definitely not worth all this drama.

What got under his skin even more was the fact she chose to leave. She could’ve stayed, if she’d only listened, but no, she tore out of the living room with little regard as to what she was leaving behind. He thought that once she was gone that’d be it, but no. Now he had the entire security team scouring the beach to find her. Why the prince assumed he’d be able to find her by just searching the beach was beyond him. She had a whole day ahead of them, there was no way she’d just be soaking in the sun waiting to be found.

Frank followed the prince into the board room, nodding at the four other men already there. He couldn’t help but notice the way the men straightened their back as they entered.

“Sorry for the wait,” the prince immediately switched to his Professional Mode and took his seat, “Jack, get us started.”

“W-well, your Highness, we, uh….” Frank stifled a smirk, of course you’d be the first, “we have our best men covering as much ground as possible.”

“Great,” the Prince turned to one of the other men, “any news from our eye in the sky?”

“Not yet,” the blonde startled a bit at the question, fidgeting with his tie as he answered, “as soon as we have a confirmed sighting, we’ll let you know. If she’s anywhere within a fifty foot radius, we’ll find her.”

Frank blinked, did I hear that right? “Excuse me gentlemen,” he turned to the prince, “Is this not the board meeting?”

The prince waved a dismissive hand, “No, no, I had that cancelled.”

“Cancelled?” he took a small step forward, “Sir, I don’t think-”

“I don’t pay you to think,” Frank blinked at the tone, noting the slight recoil that came from the other men in the room, “I pay you to do as I say.”

All this for her? The butler shook his head slightly, raising a hand, “Sir, if I may-”

The prince waved his hand again, the four other men in the room practically running for the door, “You may,” he stood, careful to keep his face blank of emotion, like his father, “either get on board with the search or pack your bags.”

Franks’ jaw dropped, “S-sir?” Surely he’s not serious.

The prince made his way to the door, and Frank saw the effort it took for him to keep from looking back at him, “Be gone by the end of the day.”

Frank took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, “I practically raised you.”

The princes’ face twitched before smoothing out again, “If you refuse to listen, then you’re no longer needed.”

Frank paused as the prince left the room with that, shock beginning to set in. He rushed to the door, head spinning from what just happened, “Sir!” the prince stopped walking, finally looking him in the eye, “it’s just a dog!”


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Satanic Mechanic

A Halloween fic.

Title based on the line from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Finished: 17.10.23

Words: 2,271

NFF


“Damn it!”

She kicked the car out of frustration and sighed, running her hands through her hair, of all the days, you decide to crap out on me now? She pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up, searching for a signal.

“Great, that’s just great,” she pocketed the device before looking up and down the stretch of road she was on.

There was nothing but trees on either side, and she couldn’t see anything past the giant hill up ahead. She began walking up the road, the same way she was driving and pulled her jacket tighter against her chest, this is literally how every horror movie starts.

After a few minutes of walking, she saw a truck appear over the edge of the hill. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop… the truck slowed as it approached her, and the driver’s window rolled down, of course.

“Excuse me, Miss? Need a lift?”

Damn, he’s cute, and that accent… she gave the stranger a once over, No! Focus, girl, focus. On the one hand, he might actually want to help, but on the other, her eyes darted to the bed of the truck, wishing she was two inches taller, he could be a serial killer or something…

“Ma’am?” He leaned out the window a bit, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at his voice, making her dip her head so he missed her blush.

Fuck it.

She brought her gaze back to his face and smiled, “Sorry.”

He’s too cute to be a serial killer.

 “Do you happen to know where the closest mechanic shop is?” she pointed back over her shoulder, “My car broke down.”

He followed her finger before turning back, “Looks like it’s your lucky day,” he started his truck and drove the few feet forward, stopping again beside her car.

“Hey!” She jogged after him, what the hell is he doing?

She watched as he jumped out of his truck, before striding over to her car, lifting the hood.

“What, uh, what are you doing?” She kept a small distance between them, just in case.

He shut the hood and smiled at her, “I’m the only mechanic in town,” he began hooking her car up to the back of his truck.

“…Really?”

“Yep, I was just on my way out to get a few parts,” he went to the passenger side of his truck, wrenching the door open before looking to her, “How lucky is that?”

A little too lucky.

“Yeah…”

Wasn’t Ted Bundy attractive?

He chuckled, “There’s no need to worry, ma’am, I’m just trying to help,” she still didn’t move so he closed the passenger door, before walking around to the drivers’ side, “I can tow your car up to my shop, if you’d like. It’s only a few miles passed that hill. I can start working on it, if you’d rather walk. I’d just feel bad leaving you here, alone.”

“I just… it’s kind of hard to believe that the first person I meet is the one who I need, y’know? It’s a little too… coincidental.”

He laughed and hoped into his truck, “Well, that’s the thing about small towns,” he winked, “there’s only so many people.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, my God, that laugh… she turned her gaze to his eyes for the first time since meeting him, baby blues, damn it… she chewed her lip for a moment, looking back to the hill, how bad could he be?

“I suppose I’d be rude not to accept a ride,” her heart fluttered at the thousand watt smile he gave her.

She closed the distance before climbing into the truck with a huff, “Sorry,” she wiggled into place on her seat, “guess I’m just not used to people being so nice to strangers.”

He laughed again before starting the truck, “Maybe I can change your mind?”

She bit her lip and turned to look out the window, “Maybe.”

What’s the worst that could happen?

 

 

“Here we are.”

They turned onto a long, dirt road, heavy trees covering each side, hiding the path from the main road. She peered up as they stopped in front of run-down looking house, definitely how horror movies start.

She jumped out of the truck and looked around, “This is your shop?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he slid out of the truck before going to unhook her car, “Been in my family four generations.”

Wow, she wandered, taking in the barely-there scenery, there wasn’t too much that screamed mechanic, aside from a few cars on cinderblocks off to one side, “No offence, but it doesn’t really look like a shop.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled and wiped his hands on his pants, “I get that a lot.”

She brought one hand up to her temple, beginning to rub it as she felt the first stabs of a heat headache, I knew I should’ve worn a hat. He came around the side of his truck, grabbing two water bottles out of the back before tossing one at her, “My grandfather did used to have a real shop, but when he met my grandmother…”

She caught it easily, albeit surprised, how did he know…? She took a couple big gulps of it as she made her way over to the porch, taking a closer look, feeling the pain in her head start subsiding. Already? She looked at the bottle in her hands, studying it, looks like regular water…The blue paint on the railing was chipped and faded, the whole house seemed faded away by the years, it looks sad.

“My gran always talked about owning this house, said growing up she’d ride past it on her way to school and it was the most beautiful house she’d ever seen,” she heard him creak up the porch steps, “After things started getting serious between them, he sold the shop to buy this place.”

“It’s still beautiful…” she ran her free hand along one of the window sills, leaving a streak through the dirt, “like an old photograph.”

“Yeah…”

She felt his eyes on her back and took another swig of water, heart beating just a little bit faster as he got closer. Relax, girl, he’s just being… friendly.

“The years haven’t been kind to her. I’ve tried to repair as much as I can,” the hairs on her neck stood up as she felt his breath, “but being out here all by myself…”

A shiver ran through her at his voice being so close – she could practically feel the heat rolling off his body – she felt herself beginning to get wet.

Has it really been that long?

Her logical side was telling her something wasn’t right, that she should run in the other direction, but the rest of her, well…

She took a sip of water in an attempt to cool herself down. Calm the hell down. What do you think this is, a porno? He’s not gonna let you do him for payment. A mental image of him peeling his shirt off, kneeling over her flashed through her brain and she felt herself blush. Jesus, you don’t even know his name! Get it together.

Whoa, she felt herself sway on the spot as a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, what the hell?

Her knees buckled, and she felt his arms wrap around her waist, ooohhh… keeping her up. A small burst of electricity ran through her as they touched.

She shook her head, failing to get rid of her wanting, snap out of it, girl. Something’s not right.

“I…” Her brain suddenly foggy, she struggled to find the words, “W-what did you…?”

“Ssshhh, it’s alright,” goose bumps broke out over her skin as he placed a kiss to her neck.

Her instincts kicked in, telling her to run, but as soon as she tried to straighten herself and get out of his grasp, he pulled her tighter against his chest.

“I-I need to-”

“Relax, baby.”

Her brain short circuited at the baby, legs instantly loosing their ability to work, the fight leaving her body. He began sucking on her neck, making her gasp as he hit that spot. Mmm… her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head to one side, exposing more of her skin to him. His stubble tickled her flesh as he switched to nibbling her ear, causing another spark of electricity to shoot through her.

“You are so beautiful…”

“Y-yeah?”

“You must be tired after such a long drive.”

She whimpered as she felt her feet leave the ground, water bottle slipping from her hand. She rested her head against his chest, the gentle thump of his heart pulling her towards sleep.

“I’ve got a guest bed you can use,” his voice was thick with lust, sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

“You’re so warm,” she mildly registered that she was slurring her words as she started loosing the fight to stay conscious.

“You shouldn’t try to talk.”

She nuzzled her head against his chest, trying to get closer.

“Let’s go sleepyhead,” his voice was barely above a whisper, the kiss to her forehead giving her a sense of peace.

A crunch made her eyes open, “wha…?”

“Ssshhh, it’s okay, just a water bottle,” she watched as he kicked it, it rolled under the railing before falling off the porch.

The water…he… her head throbbed as her brain tried to connect the thought.

He carried her through the doorway just as her eyes slipped closed again.

 

 

She groaned as her eyes blinked open. What the hell…? She went to sit up but couldn’t. Looking to her left, she saw her hand was handcuffed to a bed. Her heart beat increased as she saw her legs were bound too. Okay, it’s okay… just breath. Don’t freak out, you don’t know what’s happening yet. She lifted her head the small amount she could and saw a man standing with his back to the bed, doing something she couldn’t quite see.

“Oh, good,” she heard the clank of metal before he turned around, smiling, “you’re awake.”

“Y-yeah,” she blinked in surprise at the hoarseness of her voice, “W-what did you do?”

He had the audacity to look shocked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She rattled the handcuffs against the bed post, glaring at him, “What did you do?”

He smirked as he made his way over to the left side of the bed, “You don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t fucking remember.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he stopped inches away from her hand, “where’s all this hostility coming from?”

Is he serious? “How about from the fact I woke up handcuffed to a fucking bed?”

The blue-eyed man sat on the edge of the bed, eyes sparkling as he wiped sweat off his head with an arm.

Sweaty? Why would he… oh my god, “D-did we…y’know…?”

He nodded with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

Oh my God, “I’m gonna be sick,” she swallowed thickly, and turned away from him.

His expression turned hurt, he cast his gaze to the floor, “You really don’t remember?”

This can’t be happening, there’s no way that I- she snapped her head back, “You drugged me!”

“Wha-?” He got up from the bed and made his way back over to the other side of the room.

She lifted her head, not trusting to take her eyes off him and saw him fill a needle before making his way back over.

“Whoa, hey, what is that? What are you doing? Get away from me!”

“Sh-sh-sh-sh, it’s alright,” he turned her head before pushing the needle into her neck, “it’s just something to help you calm down.”

She gasped as she felt the liquid rush into her, “So is this w-what you do? Pose as a mechanic to rape woman?”

“I didn’t rape you,” he pulled the needle from her neck, “well, not the first time.”

First time? She felt her brain start to get foggy again, fight it, “H-how long have I been here?”

He shrugged before walking away again, “three days? I don’t know, I wasn’t really tracking it.”

Oh, great… “I’ve been drugged for three days? T-that’s… awesome.”

He scoffed before coming back into view, this time holding a lit candle, “I didn’t drug you,” he placed it on the bedside table before brushing some hair away from her face, “but I am going to set you free.”

“Set me free?” she shook her head, trying to shake the fog out, “W-what are you talking about?”

He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, “That way you won’t have to worry.”

Her eyelids began growing heavy, “Worry? W-what are you…? I d-don’t…”

She rattled the handcuffs weakly in frustration, C’mon, focus!

He let out a heavy sigh, “I know it’s hard to accept, but no one can be good at everything.”

“I-”

He pounded a fist down on the bed and got up, “Why can’t you see? You won’t have to suffer anymore!”

Suffer?

“No more disappointing the opposite sex, no more worrying about if you’re doing a good job, it’ll all be over,” he pulled a knife out of one of the bedside tables’ drawers.

Oh my God…

His expression softened as he gave her body a once over, “You are one of the prettier ones…”

“I-if I’m…” black spots danced on the edges of her vision, “w-why…?”

He smirked before straddling her hips, leaning down so he was right beside her ear, knife poised against her chest, “I had to make sure I was right.”

Why?

Originally Written: 12.04.23

Re-written: 17.07.25

**Contains: Mentions/depictions of abuse, story is written in first person**

NFF


Huddled in a back corner, I am nervously looking around the room, trying to see if there’s any possible way for him to get me other than the door that I’ve had my eyes glued to since I came in. It looks okay, so I pull up my knees and rest my head on them. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly; it comes out shaky. How did I get here? I’m tired and hurt and… and finally broken.

I start crying as I think about all the love and hope that I once carried for him.

Thinking that he would actually change.

How naïve I had been to think that he would keep his promises, and try to get help. I guess I didn’t know him that well after all.

People use to tell me that there was a God, and I believed them… until the day – that one, stupid day – I really got to know him. That’s when I started saying otherwise. If only they could see the twisted and demented things that happen after the 3:15 bell goes off. If there was a God, why would he make me go through this? Look at how messed up and twisted I’ve become, because ‘God’ decided to do this to me? I don’t think so! What kind of, of monster purposely makes a person walk down a path of torture and humiliation? I choose to believe that there is no God because if there was, he is the exact same disturbed thing that I’ve come to hate.

My head shoots up as I hear him pound on the door, my heart rate instantly quickening. I knew I should’ve kept running. I slowly get up, not letting my eyes off of the door. I never thought he’d find menot here.

“Darling,” his too-sweet voice churns my stomach, “You know you can’t hide from me.”

I back myself up as my eyes sweep the room again, hoping to find something I can use as a weapon. The rooms’ still as empty as when I ran in, of course. I don’t know why I expected any different. I feel my back hit the back wall and know I’m totally screwed.

I hear the door break open with a deafening crash see him enter. I drop back to the floor in a futile attempt to hide. I hold my breath and hope he doesn’t see me in the corner. He stands just inside the doorway, eyes scanning the room as he sniffs the air. Tracking me. He spots me and smirks, taking his time to close the gap between us.

I put my head down in my arms, curled up in a ball, tensing my body for the impending strike. I wait for the acid like sting of him on me.

It doesn’t come.

I lift my head and see him standing right over me, just watching with that stupid smirk on his face. What the hell? The room is so quiet I am sure that he can hear how hard my heart is pounding.

“What?”

I involuntarily flitch as his spit lands on my cheek, but I don’t break the gaze. His face twitches with something I’ve never seen before he pulls me up and I feel tears begin to well up. No, please… not now. I get the familiar daunting chill rushing through my body. I turn away from him, silently hoping I can hold the tears back long enough to avoid another possible beating. I hold my breathe and find part of me hoping I don’t further upset him.

Then, I feel it – one, single tear.

It’s as if it happens in slow motion. I feel the warmth of it begin to trace its way down from my eye to my cheek. I see it linger on the tip of my chin and find myself praying that it just stays there. It departs from my chin and slowly falls towards the hardwood floor. It makes a barely audible sploosh and suddenly my head is jerked to face him again.

“Why won’t you face me?”

His grip on my chin ensures I can’t look anywhere but his eyes. I swear I can practically see the hell fire coming out of the black hole he calls his soul.

He bellow’s out in frustration and throws me to the ground. My head bashes against the wall, making me instantly dizzy. I can feel blood begin flowing down my face and I suppress a jaded laugh… at least I’m not choking on his cologne anymore. There used to be a time when I found the smell of him comforting… That was a long time ago. I’d rather get hit with bricks than be that close to him again.

I somehow manage to get up on all fours. I go to get up but am stopped by the familiar pressing of his boot on my practically broken back. He stomps down, squishing me against the floor. I gasp for breath and try to get up, to get at least some air back into my lungs.

“You want air?”

He releases the pressure ever so slightly and for a second I think he’s actually being nice. I go to stand up again but am only greeted by his evil cackle and a face full of concrete. I hear a sickening crack as I feel my head bounce up off the ground. Stars dance across my vision before I finally pass out.


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