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[black-klok-youth-pastor]

[OC Profile] Cordelia Lillian Offdensen

Because I am now contractually obligated to infodump about her now. Some parts might have been influenced by other fan fics ,but I either have permission and/or at least gave them enough of my own twist that I'm copying other people's homework too much Spoiler warning for all of Metalolcaypse so far (this is all pre-movie so if my predictions are wrong, oh well). Also content warnings for: pregnancy-related death, child neglect, sexual harassment, alcoholism, and parental death, as well as bits of canon typical dark humor.

Born May 13th, 1945

Died October 3rd, 1993 (...probably, I'll explain in a bit)

Voice Claim: Rachel Bloom/Laraine Newman (if we have to follow the pattern of the other Dethklok moms)

Face Claim: This lady from Writersklok

Personality: A well-intended and kind, but very troubled woman that has trouble being taken seriously despite being rather intelligent and ambitious leading her to unhealthy coping mechanisms such as drinking and casual sex.

Character Inspirations: Cutie Cutie Cupcake (BoJack Horseman), Meredith Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy), Paula Small (Home Movies), Paula Proctor (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend), Misato Katsuragi (Evangelion), Annie Hughes (The Iron Giant), Peggy Olson (Mad Men), Halley (The Florida Project), Mina Harker (Bram Stroker's Dracula)

Music Tastes: The Amazelingtons, Blue Oyster Cult, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Electric Light Orchestra, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Elton John, Nina Simone, Fleetwood Mac

Bonus playlist

Backstory

She was Salacia’s consort in a past life, unfortunately, she was slain in a siege alongside their unborn child. He tried to resurrect her using a certain kind of purple magic...it did not end well. Cordelia would sometimes have past life nightmares about this with zero context as to what was happening.

She and Salacia met by chance in 1965, back then being a mere law school student; while Salacia was happy to see his beloved wife again...this time he had more ulterior motives convinced that it was part of the Prophecy (if still having to create the Sal persona for obvious reasons). Which he was right, but for the wrong reasons since Charles was an accidental pregnancy so she had to drop out of school and the two had to elope. Her parents were pissed of course and they did not see Cordelia or Charles until he abandoned the family some five or six years later.

Even though Salacia can technically be in two places at once it's pretty taxing (as well as worries that his other self was starting to develop a personality and will of his own) and eventually just to started to realize the more practical problems of his facade such as...oh yeah and his presence having bits of the plague that cause sickness if not death in some people to the point where people assumed for years that Charles was chronically ill. He might've been an asshole for abandoning them, but financially supported them in secret and had them under surveillance by marking them as "people of interest". Although even if he didn't have high hope for him, he had quite a few other children on standby.

Mysterious checks from the government she didn't question aside it was a bit difficult being a single mother in the 1970s albeit was able to get work as a paralegal at the slightly dubious Ensiferum & Associates. So because of this, she was pretty much what you think of when "Gen X mom" comes to mind, with Charles being very much a latchkey kid who more or less raised himself at points. Not for lack of trying since she was capable of being a very loving mother, but was severely overworked and self-medicated with alcohol to cope with the stress of working as an unmarried woman during Mad Men times and general untreated mental health issues. In fact, it was to the point where Charles feeling the need to take care of other people's needs above his own partially explains why he's slightly messed up as an adult. And yet she's among one of the more competent employees at the firm when sober (gee why does that sound familiar?).

Was generally supportive of Charles's goals, but was terrified of him abandoning her much like his father so she definitely didn't take Charles heading off to boarding school well (although she at least had the decency to not say it out loud) and was enough of a mess to require intervention so she at least mellowed out in her final years before peacefully passing in 1993, her lifespan cut tragically short due to a combination of the Salacia plague still affecting her body years later and alcohol abuse.

...which is the version I usually go with in my fics, but personally, I think it's funnier and opens more story potential if she survives to the series' present day, but is just locked out of the loop of the whole "son being the manager of the world's largest band/economic force and later a cult leader" thing. Like I'd probably figured she get along with most of the Dethklok moms (except for maybe Molly but even then because the latter is a massive hypocrite), and Dethklok for themselves for that matter, especially Toki, which Charles would be a bit conflicted about the latter even if she is trying to make up for her previous faults as a mother. I guess for now it's sort of diverging paths, but at least until the movie comes out "dead mom" is the main timeline for my fics.

Overall Charles has a...complicated view of his mother, on one hand, her neglectful parenting did cause a fair amount of emotional scarring that hasn't healed even decades later and severely affected his interpersonal relationships even as an adult, but on the other hand, was at least aware of her struggles with the benefit of hindsight and wouldn't be half the man he was today without her influence.

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First line meme

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

Tagged by my bby @possumteeths <3 mwah mwah mwah

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Lorelei sighed; her hand raised to knock on the door of the DeLoria’s quarters.

Devotion - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed The Hope County Sheriff's Department is freed.

The Project never sleeps.

An Assassin Calls - Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Beatrice Crane (OC) x Jacob Frye This one is my baby, I am very proud of it. Jacob and Evie meet up with a childhood friend

"Over the years I have established a number of connections across the city.”

As I Went Down To The River - Far Cry 5: Lily May Proctor (OC) x John Seed

John Seed sees a pretty woman and wants to sleep with her, Joseph says no. The title comes from a traditional American song.

Tranquillity.

Atonement - Far Cry 5: Female Deputy x Joseph Seed Heed the tags - Joseph Seed lovebombs Rook

“Bless the name of those who have dealt you blows. Be grateful to those who have caused you harm. For it is these sufferings that have led you to me.”

Kindred Spirits - Far Cry 5: Ivy-Rose Leigh (OC) x Jacob Seed

A woman goes to Hope County to die, is dragged before the Judge and he saves her life. The first line is from a song called This is War by Smile Empty Soul - Ivy-Rose is a veteran.

‘I'm just a normal man, I wouldn't hurt nothing at all, but here we are’

Down With The Devil - Stranger Things: Reader x Eddie Munson Local preacher's daughter corrupted by adorable metalhead. Fic starts with the opening monologue from Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden

Woe to you, o'er Earth and Sea.

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They’re dead.

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Octavia braced herself with her hands firmly clutching the sink, her head bowed as the tears fell and the full realisation of her situation finally sunk in.

A Wife For Tommy - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Reader x Tommy Hewitt This fic contains slurs - Self-indulgent fic where the reader is my height (5ft 1in/155cm) and becomes Tommy Hewitt's teeny tiny wife.

Fuller, Travis County.

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[middleearthpixie]

Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

***

You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

“Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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Shall I start posting my Richard Armitage based stories from my Wattpad on here?🤔😊

[the-dubstep-strawberry]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor Characters: Paladin Danse, Female Sole Survivor, Sole Survivor Margot de Havilland, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Cait (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Robert Joseph MacCready, Curie (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Dogmeat, X6-88, Codsworth (Fallout), Synth Shaun, The AntAgonizer, Arthur Maxson, Scribe Gwen Harper (OC), Scribe Haylen, Knight Rhys, Proctor Quinlan, Proctor Ingram, Proctor Teagan, Knight-Captain Cade, Lancer-Captain Kells, Squire Phoebe Woods (OC), Knight-Sergeant Jane Ellens (OC), Knight Curtis Belasco (OC), Paladin Henry Rex (OC), Team X-Ray, Senior Scribe Neriah, Vault-Tec Representative, Jun Long, Marcy Long, Mama Murphy, Sturges (Fallout) Additional Tags: Action & Romance, Grief/Mourning, Falling In Love, Ants Will Inherit The Earth... Maybe, Laughably Bad Disguises, Hurt/Comfort, Crazed Cultists, Speech Skill 100, Emotional Trauma/Loss, Arranged Marriage, Relationship Advice, Unlikely Friendship/Empathy, Bees! - Freeform, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunglasses At Night, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Awkward Conversations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Recovery, Corporal Punishment, Mercy/Forgiveness, A Night at the Drive-In, Not The Spoilers!, Damn These Interruptions, Your Very Own TV Station, Fluff & Angst, Mutual Pining, Shakespeare-Grade Misunderstandings, Friends To Enemies To Frenemies..., ... And Back Again, Marriage, Diplomacy (Or The Lack Thereof), Espionage, Torture, Revenge/Retribution, Escape/Rescue, Suicide Attempts, Execution, Unethical Experimentation, Flashbacks & Nightmares, Military Funeral Summary:

When the Institute sought to redefine mankind, Danse and the Sole Survivor both got caught in the crossfire. Together, they're trying to pick up the pieces of their past and build a new future. Their bond is stronger than steel; their loyalty runs deeper than blood. But a new menace is spreading across the Commonwealth, a desperate search for answers only seems to raise more questions, and even the ties that bind them may not be enough to hold them together. Can they survive the rise of the AntAgonizer, or will the ants inherit the Earth and trample their world underfoot?

[brotherhood-ao3feed]

The Silver Bullet

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by angeliquedevive

It was October 23, 2077 when world everyone knew ended… no, changed. Great War. A nuclear war between nations. A war that no one won. It showed how much power mankind had and how they dared to use it. Those who survived told stories about deep darkness of nuclear holocaust. A world which Andrea loved turned into Wasteland. To her it was world which she did not want to know. But it was place where she found herself after surviving from Fort Marleen, Sino-American war, Great War and Vault 111.

Wanted to find her missing godson. Wanted to leave her past behind but it haunted her nonetheless.

Words: 8742, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Robert Joseph MacCready, Paladin Danse (Fallout), Preston Garvey, Nate (Fallout), Nora (Fallout), Father | Shaun (Fallout), X6-88, Knight Rhys (Fallout), Scribe Haylen (Fallout), Knight-Captain Cade (Fallout), Proctor Ingram (Fallout), Deacon (Fallout), Desdemona (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Conrad Kellogg, Duncan MacCready, Paladin Brandis (Fallout), Stefanie Prince (OC), Fox Jenkins (OC), B.J. Ortiz (OC), Unknown Soldier (OC), Male Lone Wanderer, Dogmeat (Fallout), Curie (Fallout), Gillian Elenora Pierret (OC), Female Sole Survivor, Arthur Maxson, Roger Maxson

Relationships: Arthur Maxson/Female Sole Survivor, Paladin Danse & Female Sole Survivor, Roger Maxson/Female Sole Survivor, Robert Joseph MacCready & Female Sole Survivor

Additional Tags: Angst, Action/Adventure, Deviates From Canon, Slightly - Freeform, Dreams and Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fluff and Angst, Past Relationship(s), Relationship(s), Language, Not Beta Read, Mental Health Issues, Kinda, Original Character(s), Romance, Slow Build, Suicidal Thoughts, Bonding, Humor, LGBTQ Character, Violence, Canonical Character Death, Military, Betrayal, Assassination Attempt(s), Brotherhood of Steel (Fallout), No Blind Betrayal, because I can do what ever I want, Tags May Change, Tags Contain Spoilers, Bad Writing, English is my second language, Bad Spelling & Grammar, I'm Sorry, multi-chapter, Based on 80s -90s, Cuz you can suck it 50s, I was heavily influenced by The X-Files while planning the plot, ALIEENS, Not, Or who knows what my LW has done all these years with Zetas, I regret killing certain characters, Tried to keep this kinda anti-BoS, Though I love them, Conspiracy Theories

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[middleearthpixie]

The Visitor

Ahhh... Armitage Summer Splash #16 - Thanks as always to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for providing the prompts!

Trope: Love Triangle 

Quote: “As long as you’re here.”

RA Character: John Proctor 

Relationship: Modern!John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Scorned woman 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,967

***

His secretary rapped on the door, then opened it to poke her head into his office. “Mr. Proctor? You’ve a visitor.”

He looked up from the file he’d been studying. “A visitor? Who?”

“A Miss Williams.”

His gut kinked, although he tried to keep it from showing on his face as he set down his pen and shook his head. “Tell her I’m in a meeting and am not to be disturbed.”

“Of course.” Anna bobbed her head and drew back, closing the door behind her. As he tried to focus back on his work, his gut bubbled furiously. What did she wanted from him now? She’d already cost him his marriage and nearly cost him his family. So why, nearly a year after he ended their affair, was Abigail back? Her showing up at his office was only the latest in her attempts over the last few weeks to get in touch with him. She’d called and left voicemails on his cell, on his landline, with his secretary. They went ignored. He had no desire to see or speak to her, had moved on and wanted her to do the same. 

He finished up the work on his desk and as he emerged from his office and passed by Anna, he said, “If Miss Williams shows up again, she is not to be admitted, understood?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Proctor.” She smiled up at him. “Heading out?”

“I am. I have somewhere to be by eight.”

“A hot date?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

“Well, have fun and I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend.”

He drew on his coat and picked up his briefcase. “You, too, Anna.”

His steps echoed through the Mueller Building’s high-ceilinged atrium, and he slowed as he caught sight of Abigail waiting in the vestibule between the sets of doors. His gut kinked as he shoved the first door open and said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What else am I to do, when you won’t return my calls or see me?”

“Take the hint, that’s what. I told you, it’s over.”

“You say that but I don’t think you mean it.” She shot up from the narrow wood bench where she’d been sitting and reached for him. “I just need a minute, John. Just talk to me.”

He ignored her, striding through the second set of doors to step out into a beautiful late November day. Dappled sunlight spilled across the parking lot, and some of the trees still had a few their leaves left, while the others were bare and naked. Leaves that had been brilliant golds and reds and oranges were now dried up and brown, gathering along the edge of the parking lot, where the lawn rose higher than the pavement. With each pass of the wind, they scuttled across the lot, until they hit a car tire or the building itself. In another week or so, the landscapers would be around to sweep them up, but for now, they littered as far as the eye could see.

His BMW 540i sedan was parked in the far corner, and Abigail dogged him the entire way, saying, “Why won’t you just talk to me? What’ve I done that was so wrong?”

“We’ve been through this,” he said, aiming his fob at the car to unlock the door. As he reached it, he stopped and spun about. “I’ve lost enough because of you. Now, you need to leave me alone.”

“Because of me? Correct me if I’m wrong,” her dark eyes flashed with fury as she glared up at him, “but weren’t you the one who was married? I certainly wasn’t in that bed alone, now, was I?”

“Yes, I was married. And no, you were’t alone. But, that was then and this is now, and we are done.”

She grabbed his arm, her fingers clamping about him, digging into him like a falcon’s talons. “But, your divorce is final now, isn’t it? You’re free to be with whoever you want now, right?”

“I am.” He jerked his arm free and tugged open the driver’s side door. “And I’m seeing someone else, Abigail. And I am not letting you ruin this as well.”

“If that isn’t just like a man,” she growled, her eyes going narrow. “You are the one who’s married and yet, it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants!”

“Leave me alone, Abigail. I mean it.” He threw himself into the driver’s seat, turned over the engine, and without even a look up at her, whipped out of his space and took off toward the lot’s main entrance. He wanted to put as much distance between him and Abigail as possible. If he could find a way to remove her permanently from his life, he would gladly do it. 

You knew John was divorced. You’d met his three boys when things between grew serious between the two of you. They were still warming up to you, and you weren’t at all sure how long it should take, since you’d never dated a man who’d had children before. This was all new territory for you. They didn’t outright hate you, so you figured you were off to a good start, if nothing else.

You were supposed to be going away for the weekend with him. His sons were going to their mother’s and he’d suggested a trip to the lake for your first getaway together. You looked forward to it, since you rarely had a day off. Running Brewster’s Place took up so much of your time and you weren’t all that good at delegating responsibilities, but you were trying. After all, you were leaving your baby in your manager’s more than capable hands, and you promised yourself you would not obsess with checking on Kerry every hour or so.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

On Fridays, the coffee house was open until eight, and at ten of, the bell above the door chimed and you looked up to see an unfamiliar woman slip in. She was tall and slim, with dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, with just enough wispy tendrils trailing to give that adorably messy look you could never quite manage to pull off.

She came up to the counter, her dark eyes wide as she said, “Hi, can I get a large coconut coffee, light and sweet?”

“Sure.” You took a large cup from the stack, scooped a tablespoon of sugar into it, filled it a third of the way with half-and-half and then poured the coffee in. You stirred it, clapped a lid on and brought it back. “Three dollars even, please.”

The woman handed her a debit card, which went through with no trouble, and she took her receipt and her coffee to one of the tables over by the fireplace. There were only two or three other people lingering about, and Kerry was busy over in the back restocking the shelf of whole coffee beans you sold. 

At eight o’clock, the bell jingled and you smiled as John came through the doorway, handsome as ever in jeans and his Navy pea coat. He needed a haircut, his dark hair swept off to the left from the wind that whipped down along Davenport Street, which was closed to all but foot traffic. 

He smiled as you came around the corner. “A sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” You closed the space between the two of you, slipping your arms about his waist and pushed up on your toes to brush his lips with a kiss. His beard came prickly soft against your cheeks, nowhere near as foreign to you now as it had been when you first began dating. Now you were more than used to the scraping and occasional beard burn in odd places. 

You broke the kiss. “The boys get off okay?”

“They did. And their mother was happy to have them for the weekend. She’s taking them to their grandparents up in Vermont to get some early season skiing in.”

“Skiing now?”

“Okemo’s season runs from November on.” 

Kerry came over then. “Hey, John. You ready for your weekend?”

“I am, indeed. I’m just waiting—” he glanced around and then his voice trailed off as he turned toward the fireplace. 

You saw his shoulders stiffen and you looked over at the woman with the light and sweet coconut coffee. “Is something wrong?”

John shook his head slowly. “No. Nothing is wrong at all.”

The dark-haired woman lowered the coffee cup and smiled. “Hi, John.”

“John?” You touched his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” he told you, turning to you as he shook his head, but you didn't miss the darkness that dropped behind his blue eyes. He caught you by the hand. “Let’s just go, okay?”

“John,” Coconut Coffee called over, “I have to talk to you.”

You looked from him to her and back. “Who is that woman?”

“She’s no one—just someone I used to know.”

Your gut twisted. “Someone you used to know.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you on the way to the lake.”

“John,” the woman set her cup down and rose, “I only need a few minutes, and as long as you’re here—”

“I don’t care, Abigail,” he cut her off, shaking his head. “I don’t have a few minutes to spare, so,” he turned back to you, “are you ready?”

Despite the apprehensive flutters in your gut, you nodded and from the corner of your eye, saw Abigail scowl. Where she’d at least pretended to be friendly earlier, now she radiated pure hostility. You didn't need to be told that at one point John had been involved with her, but she wasn’t his ex-wife. You’d seen Beth Proctor several times over the course of your relationship with him and while you weren’t what anyone would call friends, she didn't seem to mind your existence.

Not like Abigail, who glared at you now as if she’d just love to plant you six feet under ground. You’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes as you did in those flat dark eyes that remained trained on you. Your blood actually ran cold at the venom she shot in your direction and without thinking, you linked your fingers with his. He tightened his about yours. “Let’s go, shall we? We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to leave Kerry here alone.” You turned to Abigail. “You need to leave now. The shop is closing in two minutes.”

You expected Abigail to argue, but she merely offered up a slight smile and stood, taking her coffee with her as she strode to the door. She pushed it open, but paused, and over her shoulder said, “He’ll come back to me, you know. He always does. It’s just a matter of time before he grows bored with you, just as he did with his wife and any other woman he’s screwed. You’re not special, you know. And I am very patient.”

John’s fingers tightened about yours enough that it actually hurt and when you looked up, it was to see such a look of rage on his face—his jaw clenched, his eyes radiating fury—that for a moment, he was downright frightening.

“Stay away from me,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m not going to keep saying it. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call me. Don’t come to my office. Don’t come back here.”

“You say that now. You’ll change your mind.” Abigail threw the door the rest of the way open and strolled out into the darkness with a low, mournful whistle on her lips and somehow, you knew you hadn’t seen the last of her. 

***

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Brewster's Place

Armitage Summer Splash #9 ~ Thanks again to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard!!

Trope: Coffee Shop

Quote: “You never cared about me. Only yourself.”

RA Character: John Proctor 

Relationship: Modern!John x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,678

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He came in every morning at around the same time, and today was no different. The bell above the door jingled and you looked up to see him maneuver around the tables scattered about Brewster’s Place’s cozy main room. He looked especially handsome today, dressed in black jeans and a navy pea coat, a long black scarf wound about his neck. It had been snowing for the last hour and white flakes clung to his short, dark hair, stood out in his thick, dark beard, and all of them melted out of sight as he crossed the black and white tile floor toward the front counter.

Your heart skipped a beat, just as it always did, when he stepped up and smiled. He had no idea how much you looked forward to his stopping by, even as you returned his smile and said, “Good morning, John. How bad is it out there?”

“Not too bad. At least, not yet,” he replied, running a hand over his cropped hair to brush the remaining snow from it. He was English, his deep voice elegant, and when he smiled, he had the most adorable crinkles at the outer corners of his eyes. 

His eyes were blue. A beautiful shade of blue that changed depending on what he wore. Some days they were a very pale, piercing blue. Other days, they hovered between blue and gray. Today, they were the perfect blend of blue and gray. 

“What’s not too bad? I heard we could get up to six inches before morning.”

“Six? Morning news said maybe four.”

“Oh, I like that better. Let’s go with that.” You smiled. “The usual?”

He let out a low chuckle. “You’re coming to know me too well, I think.”

Your cheeks grew warm with that. The usual was nothing more than a Sumatran blend, served black, so it took no special skill to remember it. You moved to the pot, which had only been brewed a few minutes earlier, and filled a cardboard travel cup, then snapped the lid on and brought it back. “Here you go.”

He took the cup from you, his fingers just brushing yours, and maybe it was only your imagination, but you’d swear his eyes widened at the contact. You certainly felt your heart skip a beat, felt a jolt race along your left arm. 

You rang up the coffee, he paid, and then as was his routine, he went and sat at a table closer to the fireplace, where a fire danced and crackled softly on the hearth to take the chill out of those coming in from the cold. He pulled off the travel lid and sat back in his chair and just sipped his coffee while thumbing through his phone. The morning rush slowed a few minutes later, and you looked up when the bell jangled again. A tall, slender woman with dark hair and a deep furrow between her eyebrows came into Brewster’s Place. 

She didn't come up to order anything at the counter, but instead marched right over to where John sat and your heart sank when she lowered into the chair across from his. For a while now, you and he had become friendly and you wondered if it was possible that he might actually be interested in you. He sometimes seemed to linger at the counter, and more than once you’d found yourself over by where he sat, chatting away with him about the most recent Giants game, or the New York Yankees, or even about his preferred sport of soccer, although you knew almost nothing about it. He never revealed anything too personal, though.

Now you knew why.

The woman—his wife? His girlfriend?—scowled now. “I’m tired of this same argument, John. I’ve had enough.”

“You’ve had enough? Beth, I said no. I’m not letting you take them. They’re happy with me. They’re doing well in school and I will not uproot them so you and Doug can trot off to Germany or Sweden or wherever it was you wished to go. It’s not going to happen if I have anything to say about it.”

“You’re unreal, do you know that? Don’t you care about whether or not it will be a good experience for them?”

“They don’t want to go. Do you want me to force them? To go before the judge yet again and this time agree to this idiocy?” He jabbed his forefinger into the tabletop, shaking his head. “No. You don’t give a bloody damn if they’re happy. You want to run off to Europe and to hell with everyone else.”

“I don’t give a damn? You are so fucking selfish and you know it. You never cared about me. Only yourself. Only what you want and now you’re using my sons as pawns.”

“They’re my sons, too, and I am not the one using them as anything. They told the judge they want to stay with me, Beth. They don’t want to live with you and Dougie. They don’t want to leave here, to leave their friends. They want to stay. And we are done here.”

“Bastard!” 

With that snarled word, Beth slapped at his coffee, sending it showering over him, the cup toppling onto its side to roll off the table. She leaped from her chair and stormed out of the coffeehouse, leaving him sitting where he was, dripping with Sumatran dark roast.

You hurried over with a roll of paper towels and a damp rag. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” He grabbed the roll of towels to tear off a few and mopped up the table, then his dark blue button down. “My ex-wife.”

“I gathered.” You picked up the cup and tossed it in the trash. “Let me get you another cup. On me.”

“Thank you, but no. I—I actually have to get going.” He glanced down at the watch on his left wrist. “I’m late as it is because she was late. No matter what, she’s going to make me pay for what I did, even well after our divorce was finalized.”

You wondered what it was he could have done, but you certainly couldn’t ask, and since he didn't offer it up, all you could manage was a lame, “I’m sorry.”

He managed a slight smile. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to her temper. And she’s not really my problem any more, so…” His broad shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’ll see you.”

“Be careful. We might get six inches of snow before this is all over.

He paused in the doorway, then stepped aside as someone tried to get in. He looked over at you. “Are you free tonight? Or perhaps tomorrow night?”

“It depends on whether we get six inches of snow or not.”

He grinned, coming back to where you stood. “Would you like to go out, maybe see a movie or grab a bite to eat?”

You nodded. “I’d love to.”

“Great.” He tugged his phone from his coat pocket. “Give me your number and I’ll give you a call later, once we know what the weather is going to do.”

You took the phone to punch in your digits, then handed it back to him. “I hope you’re not going to be too late now, stopping to ask me out and everything.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said with a wink. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and crossed back to the door. “I’ll talk to you later.”

And with that, he was gone and you had to get back to work. Somehow, you had the feeling the hours were going to crawl by until you heard from him. 

John stared down at the phone in his palm. It was toggled to your number, but he had yet to dial. You couldn't possibly know how his morning visit to Brewster’s Place was the high point of most of his days. He’d sit at his usual table, lingering over his coffee before heading into the office, and he’d just watch you, doing his best to make sure you didn't know he watched you. He didn't want to give off the creeper vibe, after all.

But you should only know how you brightened his day, how your never wavering smile and cheerful ‘good morning!’ made even the crappiest morning brighter. He couldn’t believe how nervous he was about asking you out. You were the first woman he was actually interested in since his divorce was finalized six months earlier. You were the first one since Abby…

He shook his head. He didn't want to think about Abby. She was in the past and that’s where she’d stay. And it no longer mattered. He was no longer married, but was now free to pursue any woman he wished. 

His heart beat faster and his mouth went dry as he pushed the little green send button on his screen. He swallowed hard as your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” your name rolled easily off his lips now, and he smiled as he relaxed at the sound of your voice, “it’s John. I’m not calling at a bad time am I?”

“Not at all.” Your laugh came low and husky to his ears. “I’m actually on break now.”

“Are you still free tonight? Snow looks like it’s letting up, so if you are, I thought maybe we could go to dinner.”

“I’d love to.”

“Great.” He switched the phone to his other ear and stretched over to pluck a pen from the mesh cup at the corner of his desk blotter. “Give me your address and I’ll pick you up at seven, if that works.”

“Seven works just fine.”

You rattled off your address, he scribbled it down and then read it back to you to make sure he had it right. Then, he said, “I’ll see you at seven.”

“You certainly will.”

He clicked off, sitting back in his rich leather chair, head back, eyes closed, and smiled. 

Tonight was going to be a good night. 

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Wow!!! That was intense. I don’t think Abigail will give up so I’d love to see where this goes if you’re up for writing more.

The Visitor

Ahhh... Armitage Summer Splash #16 - Thanks as always to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for providing the prompts!

Trope: Love Triangle 

Quote: “As long as you’re here.”

RA Character: John Proctor 

Relationship: Modern!John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Scorned woman 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,967

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His secretary rapped on the door, then opened it to poke her head into his office. “Mr. Proctor? You’ve a visitor.”

He looked up from the file he’d been studying. “A visitor? Who?”

“A Miss Williams.”

His gut kinked, although he tried to keep it from showing on his face as he set down his pen and shook his head. “Tell her I’m in a meeting and am not to be disturbed.”

“Of course.” Anna bobbed her head and drew back, closing the door behind her. As he tried to focus back on his work, his gut bubbled furiously. What did she wanted from him now? She’d already cost him his marriage and nearly cost him his family. So why, nearly a year after he ended their affair, was Abigail back? Her showing up at his office was only the latest in her attempts over the last few weeks to get in touch with him. She’d called and left voicemails on his cell, on his landline, with his secretary. They went ignored. He had no desire to see or speak to her, had moved on and wanted her to do the same. 

He finished up the work on his desk and as he emerged from his office and passed by Anna, he said, “If Miss Williams shows up again, she is not to be admitted, understood?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Proctor.” She smiled up at him. “Heading out?”

“I am. I have somewhere to be by eight.”

“A hot date?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

“Well, have fun and I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend.”

He drew on his coat and picked up his briefcase. “You, too, Anna.”

His steps echoed through the Mueller Building’s high-ceilinged atrium, and he slowed as he caught sight of Abigail waiting in the vestibule between the sets of doors. His gut kinked as he shoved the first door open and said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What else am I to do, when you won’t return my calls or see me?”

“Take the hint, that’s what. I told you, it’s over.”

“You say that but I don’t think you mean it.” She shot up from the narrow wood bench where she’d been sitting and reached for him. “I just need a minute, John. Just talk to me.”

He ignored her, striding through the second set of doors to step out into a beautiful late November day. Dappled sunlight spilled across the parking lot, and some of the trees still had a few their leaves left, while the others were bare and naked. Leaves that had been brilliant golds and reds and oranges were now dried up and brown, gathering along the edge of the parking lot, where the lawn rose higher than the pavement. With each pass of the wind, they scuttled across the lot, until they hit a car tire or the building itself. In another week or so, the landscapers would be around to sweep them up, but for now, they littered as far as the eye could see.

His BMW 540i sedan was parked in the far corner, and Abigail dogged him the entire way, saying, “Why won’t you just talk to me? What’ve I done that was so wrong?”

“We’ve been through this,” he said, aiming his fob at the car to unlock the door. As he reached it, he stopped and spun about. “I’ve lost enough because of you. Now, you need to leave me alone.”

“Because of me? Correct me if I’m wrong,” her dark eyes flashed with fury as she glared up at him, “but weren’t you the one who was married? I certainly wasn’t in that bed alone, now, was I?”

“Yes, I was married. And no, you were’t alone. But, that was then and this is now, and we are done.”

She grabbed his arm, her fingers clamping about him, digging into him like a falcon’s talons. “But, your divorce is final now, isn’t it? You’re free to be with whoever you want now, right?”

“I am.” He jerked his arm free and tugged open the driver’s side door. “And I’m seeing someone else, Abigail. And I am not letting you ruin this as well.”

“If that isn’t just like a man,” she growled, her eyes going narrow. “You are the one who’s married and yet, it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants!”

“Leave me alone, Abigail. I mean it.” He threw himself into the driver’s seat, turned over the engine, and without even a look up at her, whipped out of his space and took off toward the lot’s main entrance. He wanted to put as much distance between him and Abigail as possible. If he could find a way to remove her permanently from his life, he would gladly do it. 

You knew John was divorced. You’d met his three boys when things between grew serious between the two of you. They were still warming up to you, and you weren’t at all sure how long it should take, since you’d never dated a man who’d had children before. This was all new territory for you. They didn’t outright hate you, so you figured you were off to a good start, if nothing else.

You were supposed to be going away for the weekend with him. His sons were going to their mother’s and he’d suggested a trip to the lake for your first getaway together. You looked forward to it, since you rarely had a day off. Running Brewster’s Place took up so much of your time and you weren’t all that good at delegating responsibilities, but you were trying. After all, you were leaving your baby in your manager’s more than capable hands, and you promised yourself you would not obsess with checking on Kerry every hour or so.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

On Fridays, the coffee house was open until eight, and at ten of, the bell above the door chimed and you looked up to see an unfamiliar woman slip in. She was tall and slim, with dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, with just enough wispy tendrils trailing to give that adorably messy look you could never quite manage to pull off.

She came up to the counter, her dark eyes wide as she said, “Hi, can I get a large coconut coffee, light and sweet?”

“Sure.” You took a large cup from the stack, scooped a tablespoon of sugar into it, filled it a third of the way with half-and-half and then poured the coffee in. You stirred it, clapped a lid on and brought it back. “Three dollars even, please.”

The woman handed her a debit card, which went through with no trouble, and she took her receipt and her coffee to one of the tables over by the fireplace. There were only two or three other people lingering about, and Kerry was busy over in the back restocking the shelf of whole coffee beans you sold. 

At eight o’clock, the bell jingled and you smiled as John came through the doorway, handsome as ever in jeans and his Navy pea coat. He needed a haircut, his dark hair swept off to the left from the wind that whipped down along Davenport Street, which was closed to all but foot traffic. 

He smiled as you came around the corner. “A sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” You closed the space between the two of you, slipping your arms about his waist and pushed up on your toes to brush his lips with a kiss. His beard came prickly soft against your cheeks, nowhere near as foreign to you now as it had been when you first began dating. Now you were more than used to the scraping and occasional beard burn in odd places. 

You broke the kiss. “The boys get off okay?”

“They did. And their mother was happy to have them for the weekend. She’s taking them to their grandparents up in Vermont to get some early season skiing in.”

“Skiing now?”

“Okemo’s season runs from November on.” 

Kerry came over then. “Hey, John. You ready for your weekend?”

“I am, indeed. I’m just waiting—” he glanced around and then his voice trailed off as he turned toward the fireplace. 

You saw his shoulders stiffen and you looked over at the woman with the light and sweet coconut coffee. “Is something wrong?”

John shook his head slowly. “No. Nothing is wrong at all.”

The dark-haired woman lowered the coffee cup and smiled. “Hi, John.”

“John?” You touched his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” he told you, turning to you as he shook his head, but you didn't miss the darkness that dropped behind his blue eyes. He caught you by the hand. “Let’s just go, okay?”

“John,” Coconut Coffee called over, “I have to talk to you.”

You looked from him to her and back. “Who is that woman?”

“She’s no one—just someone I used to know.”

Your gut twisted. “Someone you used to know.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you on the way to the lake.”

“John,” the woman set her cup down and rose, “I only need a few minutes, and as long as you’re here—”

“I don’t care, Abigail,” he cut her off, shaking his head. “I don’t have a few minutes to spare, so,” he turned back to you, “are you ready?”

Despite the apprehensive flutters in your gut, you nodded and from the corner of your eye, saw Abigail scowl. Where she’d at least pretended to be friendly earlier, now she radiated pure hostility. You didn't need to be told that at one point John had been involved with her, but she wasn’t his ex-wife. You’d seen Beth Proctor several times over the course of your relationship with him and while you weren’t what anyone would call friends, she didn't seem to mind your existence.

Not like Abigail, who glared at you now as if she’d just love to plant you six feet under ground. You’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes as you did in those flat dark eyes that remained trained on you. Your blood actually ran cold at the venom she shot in your direction and without thinking, you linked your fingers with his. He tightened his about yours. “Let’s go, shall we? We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to leave Kerry here alone.” You turned to Abigail. “You need to leave now. The shop is closing in two minutes.”

You expected Abigail to argue, but she merely offered up a slight smile and stood, taking her coffee with her as she strode to the door. She pushed it open, but paused, and over her shoulder said, “He’ll come back to me, you know. He always does. It’s just a matter of time before he grows bored with you, just as he did with his wife and any other woman he’s screwed. You’re not special, you know. And I am very patient.”

John’s fingers tightened about yours enough that it actually hurt and when you looked up, it was to see such a look of rage on his face—his jaw clenched, his eyes radiating fury—that for a moment, he was downright frightening.

“Stay away from me,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m not going to keep saying it. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call me. Don’t come to my office. Don’t come back here.”

“You say that now. You’ll change your mind.” Abigail threw the door the rest of the way open and strolled out into the darkness with a low, mournful whistle on her lips and somehow, you knew you hadn’t seen the last of her. 

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[middleearthpixie]

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Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

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You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

“Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

Thank you! Now I just have to figure out what he does…🤣🤣🤨🤨

Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

***

You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

“Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

Maybe… 😈😈

Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

***

You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

“Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

Now *that* will depend on the last set of prompts. 😉😉😈😈🤣🤣

Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

***

You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

“Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

Thank you. He’s complicated to me because his actions are both protective and selfish.

Hit & Run

Armitage Summer Splash #24 - Thanks as always to @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for this!

Trope: Accident 

Quote: “I need to see you.”

RA Character: John Proctor (Modern AU)

Relationship: John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Car accident

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,277

***

You didn't really know what happened. One minute, you were at the intersection of Main and Percival Streets, on your way to open the shop and the next? You heard the crunch of smashing fiberglass and shattered glass, saw the inside of an ambulance, and that was all you could remember.

Now, you were in the hospital and at first, everything hurt. But now? Now you floated on a soft cloud in a gentle haze of whatever painkillers they’d given you. Pins had been put into your ankle and something had been mentioned about physical therapy once you had time to heal, but you really only recalled bits and pieces of it. 

���Sweetheart?”

You struggled to open your eyes. An uphill battle at best because you were just so very tired. It took several attempts before you won and you offered up what was probably the sleepiest of smiles as your eyes finally focused on John’s face, above you. His dark hair was windblown, his blue eyes filled with concern while his hand moved gently over your hair, his thumb brushing your forehead.

 “What happened?” His deep voice was soft, almost a whisper to match the gentle strokes against your forehead. 

You slowly shook your head, letting your eyes close since the fluorescent hospital lights hurt them. “I—I’m not sure. I was on my way to the shop. And someone came out of nowhere and hit me…They must’ve… must’ve run the light because I know my side was green.”

His thumb went still. “Did you see who?”

You licked your lips. Despite the IV giving you fluids, your lips felt dry. “It happened so fast. I never saw who… but it was a black… a black SUV.”

“It’ll be on the police report.” Warm lips brushed your forehead. “I spoke to the doctor. She said you’re going to be fine in time, but I think you’re going to have to let Kerry run things while you recuperate.”

You managed another smile. “I think she will do just fine. She did when we were in Hawaii.”  You forced your eyes open again. “I’m supposed to pick up Ben and Sam and—”

“I already talked to Eli,” he assured you, his thumb moving lightly along your forehead again. “He’ll pick his brothers up and then head into work. His boss understood when Eli told him you’d been in an accident.”

“Oh, thank God…” The boys were from John’s first marriage, and they lived with you. It had been rocky at first, but as your relationship with John grew more and more serious, they eventually warmed up to you. Even John’s ex-wife, Elizabeth was no longer as icy as she’d been in the earlier stages of your relationship. You would never be friends, but you’d developed a cordial enough relationship that if you’d called her and asked her to grab the two younger boys from middle school, she’ d have done so and not held it over your head.

“You just need to rest,” he told her, rising from his chair. He bent over and his lips were soft as they moved gently against yours. Then he pulled away, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a bit. I want to make sure the boys get home okay and they’ll probably want to come up and see you.”

“When can I come home?”

“Dr. Ehrings wants you to stay at least tonight, but she seemed pretty sure you could come home tomorrow.”

You nodded, even though the last thing you wanted was to stay in the hospital overnight. You hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too creepy at night, and they had that hospital smell that no one liked. Still, you were in no shape to argue, even if you wanted to. “Okay.”

“Get some rest, honey,” he murmured, his beard scraping against your chin as he kissed you once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be.”

He winked, then straightened up and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, asleep before he left the room.

In the hallway, John’s tranquil smile melted away. His hand clenched into a fist that he shoved into his trouser pocket. His heart had stopped two hours earlier when Anna poked her head into his office to tell him you’d been in an accident. He couldn’t get to his car fast enough and as he drove toward Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital, he got on the phone with a friend of his who was with the local police force. You were broadsided by woman driving a black Range Rover.

He’d paced the small surgical waiting room, waiting for news on you. All he knew was you had numerous cuts and bruises and you’d broken your ankle. None of your injuries were life-threatening, thanks to your car’s side curtain air bags and crumple zones. You were actually incredibly lucky, all things considered. Still, he was on the verge of madness when Dr. Ehrings finally came out to tell him you were out of surgery and would be moved to your room after you spent some time in recovery. 

Now, his hands almost shook with rage as he strode down the sterile corridor toward the elevator. He waited until he was outside, in the warm air of a late spring afternoon. The cherry blossoms had bloomed, as had the dogwoods and the lilacs planted along the Emergency Room’s outside perimeter were just budding to life. 

He dug out his phone and dialed, lifting it to his ear when a woman said, “I thought I’d be hearing from you. I need to see you, John. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, “I know exactly what you did and don’t you even think to give me some bullshit story. I know it was you. Black Range Rover. Did you think no one would figure it out? Do you think we’re all stupid?”

Abigail laughed. At one time, that sound would have tingled along his spine, but now? It made him see red. “You know what was me? Are you feeling all right John? You sound… upset…”

“Upset? Yeah, probably because I am. This was the last straw,” he told her shortly, striding toward the parking deck. His BMW was on the second level, but if he stepped into the shadows, he’d lose the signal. “You’ve gone too far, now, and I’m not playing this game with you. Leave us alone. Do you get that? I don’t want you.”

“Why do I think you don’t mean that, John?” Her voice held that coquettish coy note that he’d grown to hate. “How many times did you tell me to leave you alone before Beth caught us? And each time, you came crawling back to me, didn’t you? Each and every single time.”

“Not this time.” He switched the phone to his other ear. 

“Oh, really? Does your girlfriend know—”  

“Wife,” he broke in, unable to keep the tone of triumph from his voice at her stunned silence. “Yeah, you didn’t know that, did you?”

“Wait… your—your wife?”

“My wife. We were married last month, Abigail. And if you come near her again, I promise you, I will kill you. Is that clear?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“You’re quick. I’m warning you. Leave. Me. Alone.” He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it as it rang immediately. He ignored it the entire way back to his car and as he pulled out of the parking deck and steered back toward his office, he knew exactly what he had to do next. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

She definitely gives off Alex Forrest (Fatal Attraction) vibes, doesn't she????

The Visitor

Ahhh... Armitage Summer Splash #16 - Thanks as always to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for providing the prompts!

Trope: Love Triangle 

Quote: “As long as you’re here.”

RA Character: John Proctor 

Relationship: Modern!John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Scorned woman 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,967

***

His secretary rapped on the door, then opened it to poke her head into his office. “Mr. Proctor? You’ve a visitor.”

He looked up from the file he’d been studying. “A visitor? Who?”

“A Miss Williams.”

His gut kinked, although he tried to keep it from showing on his face as he set down his pen and shook his head. “Tell her I’m in a meeting and am not to be disturbed.”

“Of course.” Anna bobbed her head and drew back, closing the door behind her. As he tried to focus back on his work, his gut bubbled furiously. What did she wanted from him now? She’d already cost him his marriage and nearly cost him his family. So why, nearly a year after he ended their affair, was Abigail back? Her showing up at his office was only the latest in her attempts over the last few weeks to get in touch with him. She’d called and left voicemails on his cell, on his landline, with his secretary. They went ignored. He had no desire to see or speak to her, had moved on and wanted her to do the same. 

He finished up the work on his desk and as he emerged from his office and passed by Anna, he said, “If Miss Williams shows up again, she is not to be admitted, understood?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Proctor.” She smiled up at him. “Heading out?”

“I am. I have somewhere to be by eight.”

“A hot date?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

“Well, have fun and I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend.”

He drew on his coat and picked up his briefcase. “You, too, Anna.”

His steps echoed through the Mueller Building’s high-ceilinged atrium, and he slowed as he caught sight of Abigail waiting in the vestibule between the sets of doors. His gut kinked as he shoved the first door open and said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What else am I to do, when you won’t return my calls or see me?”

“Take the hint, that’s what. I told you, it’s over.”

“You say that but I don’t think you mean it.” She shot up from the narrow wood bench where she’d been sitting and reached for him. “I just need a minute, John. Just talk to me.”

He ignored her, striding through the second set of doors to step out into a beautiful late November day. Dappled sunlight spilled across the parking lot, and some of the trees still had a few their leaves left, while the others were bare and naked. Leaves that had been brilliant golds and reds and oranges were now dried up and brown, gathering along the edge of the parking lot, where the lawn rose higher than the pavement. With each pass of the wind, they scuttled across the lot, until they hit a car tire or the building itself. In another week or so, the landscapers would be around to sweep them up, but for now, they littered as far as the eye could see.

His BMW 540i sedan was parked in the far corner, and Abigail dogged him the entire way, saying, “Why won’t you just talk to me? What’ve I done that was so wrong?”

“We’ve been through this,” he said, aiming his fob at the car to unlock the door. As he reached it, he stopped and spun about. “I’ve lost enough because of you. Now, you need to leave me alone.”

“Because of me? Correct me if I’m wrong,” her dark eyes flashed with fury as she glared up at him, “but weren’t you the one who was married? I certainly wasn’t in that bed alone, now, was I?”

“Yes, I was married. And no, you were’t alone. But, that was then and this is now, and we are done.”

She grabbed his arm, her fingers clamping about him, digging into him like a falcon’s talons. “But, your divorce is final now, isn’t it? You’re free to be with whoever you want now, right?”

“I am.” He jerked his arm free and tugged open the driver’s side door. “And I’m seeing someone else, Abigail. And I am not letting you ruin this as well.”

“If that isn’t just like a man,” she growled, her eyes going narrow. “You are the one who’s married and yet, it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants!”

“Leave me alone, Abigail. I mean it.” He threw himself into the driver’s seat, turned over the engine, and without even a look up at her, whipped out of his space and took off toward the lot’s main entrance. He wanted to put as much distance between him and Abigail as possible. If he could find a way to remove her permanently from his life, he would gladly do it. 

You knew John was divorced. You’d met his three boys when things between grew serious between the two of you. They were still warming up to you, and you weren’t at all sure how long it should take, since you’d never dated a man who’d had children before. This was all new territory for you. They didn’t outright hate you, so you figured you were off to a good start, if nothing else.

You were supposed to be going away for the weekend with him. His sons were going to their mother’s and he’d suggested a trip to the lake for your first getaway together. You looked forward to it, since you rarely had a day off. Running Brewster’s Place took up so much of your time and you weren’t all that good at delegating responsibilities, but you were trying. After all, you were leaving your baby in your manager’s more than capable hands, and you promised yourself you would not obsess with checking on Kerry every hour or so.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

On Fridays, the coffee house was open until eight, and at ten of, the bell above the door chimed and you looked up to see an unfamiliar woman slip in. She was tall and slim, with dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, with just enough wispy tendrils trailing to give that adorably messy look you could never quite manage to pull off.

She came up to the counter, her dark eyes wide as she said, “Hi, can I get a large coconut coffee, light and sweet?”

“Sure.” You took a large cup from the stack, scooped a tablespoon of sugar into it, filled it a third of the way with half-and-half and then poured the coffee in. You stirred it, clapped a lid on and brought it back. “Three dollars even, please.”

The woman handed her a debit card, which went through with no trouble, and she took her receipt and her coffee to one of the tables over by the fireplace. There were only two or three other people lingering about, and Kerry was busy over in the back restocking the shelf of whole coffee beans you sold. 

At eight o’clock, the bell jingled and you smiled as John came through the doorway, handsome as ever in jeans and his Navy pea coat. He needed a haircut, his dark hair swept off to the left from the wind that whipped down along Davenport Street, which was closed to all but foot traffic. 

He smiled as you came around the corner. “A sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” You closed the space between the two of you, slipping your arms about his waist and pushed up on your toes to brush his lips with a kiss. His beard came prickly soft against your cheeks, nowhere near as foreign to you now as it had been when you first began dating. Now you were more than used to the scraping and occasional beard burn in odd places. 

You broke the kiss. “The boys get off okay?”

“They did. And their mother was happy to have them for the weekend. She’s taking them to their grandparents up in Vermont to get some early season skiing in.”

“Skiing now?”

“Okemo’s season runs from November on.” 

Kerry came over then. “Hey, John. You ready for your weekend?”

“I am, indeed. I’m just waiting—” he glanced around and then his voice trailed off as he turned toward the fireplace. 

You saw his shoulders stiffen and you looked over at the woman with the light and sweet coconut coffee. “Is something wrong?”

John shook his head slowly. “No. Nothing is wrong at all.”

The dark-haired woman lowered the coffee cup and smiled. “Hi, John.”

“John?” You touched his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” he told you, turning to you as he shook his head, but you didn't miss the darkness that dropped behind his blue eyes. He caught you by the hand. “Let’s just go, okay?”

“John,” Coconut Coffee called over, “I have to talk to you.”

You looked from him to her and back. “Who is that woman?”

“She’s no one—just someone I used to know.”

Your gut twisted. “Someone you used to know.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you on the way to the lake.”

“John,” the woman set her cup down and rose, “I only need a few minutes, and as long as you’re here—”

“I don’t care, Abigail,” he cut her off, shaking his head. “I don’t have a few minutes to spare, so,” he turned back to you, “are you ready?”

Despite the apprehensive flutters in your gut, you nodded and from the corner of your eye, saw Abigail scowl. Where she’d at least pretended to be friendly earlier, now she radiated pure hostility. You didn't need to be told that at one point John had been involved with her, but she wasn’t his ex-wife. You’d seen Beth Proctor several times over the course of your relationship with him and while you weren’t what anyone would call friends, she didn't seem to mind your existence.

Not like Abigail, who glared at you now as if she’d just love to plant you six feet under ground. You’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes as you did in those flat dark eyes that remained trained on you. Your blood actually ran cold at the venom she shot in your direction and without thinking, you linked your fingers with his. He tightened his about yours. “Let’s go, shall we? We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to leave Kerry here alone.” You turned to Abigail. “You need to leave now. The shop is closing in two minutes.”

You expected Abigail to argue, but she merely offered up a slight smile and stood, taking her coffee with her as she strode to the door. She pushed it open, but paused, and over her shoulder said, “He’ll come back to me, you know. He always does. It’s just a matter of time before he grows bored with you, just as he did with his wife and any other woman he’s screwed. You’re not special, you know. And I am very patient.”

John’s fingers tightened about yours enough that it actually hurt and when you looked up, it was to see such a look of rage on his face—his jaw clenched, his eyes radiating fury—that for a moment, he was downright frightening.

“Stay away from me,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m not going to keep saying it. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call me. Don’t come to my office. Don’t come back here.”

“You say that now. You’ll change your mind.” Abigail threw the door the rest of the way open and strolled out into the darkness with a low, mournful whistle on her lips and somehow, you knew you hadn’t seen the last of her. 

***

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[middleearthpixie]

There is/will be more... :)

The Visitor

Ahhh... Armitage Summer Splash #16 - Thanks as always to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for providing the prompts!

Trope: Love Triangle 

Quote: “As long as you’re here.”

RA Character: John Proctor 

Relationship: Modern!John Proctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Scorned woman 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,967

***

His secretary rapped on the door, then opened it to poke her head into his office. “Mr. Proctor? You’ve a visitor.”

He looked up from the file he’d been studying. “A visitor? Who?”

“A Miss Williams.”

His gut kinked, although he tried to keep it from showing on his face as he set down his pen and shook his head. “Tell her I’m in a meeting and am not to be disturbed.”

“Of course.” Anna bobbed her head and drew back, closing the door behind her. As he tried to focus back on his work, his gut bubbled furiously. What did she wanted from him now? She’d already cost him his marriage and nearly cost him his family. So why, nearly a year after he ended their affair, was Abigail back? Her showing up at his office was only the latest in her attempts over the last few weeks to get in touch with him. She’d called and left voicemails on his cell, on his landline, with his secretary. They went ignored. He had no desire to see or speak to her, had moved on and wanted her to do the same. 

He finished up the work on his desk and as he emerged from his office and passed by Anna, he said, “If Miss Williams shows up again, she is not to be admitted, understood?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Proctor.” She smiled up at him. “Heading out?”

“I am. I have somewhere to be by eight.”

“A hot date?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

“Well, have fun and I’ll see you Monday. Have a good weekend.”

He drew on his coat and picked up his briefcase. “You, too, Anna.”

His steps echoed through the Mueller Building’s high-ceilinged atrium, and he slowed as he caught sight of Abigail waiting in the vestibule between the sets of doors. His gut kinked as he shoved the first door open and said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What else am I to do, when you won’t return my calls or see me?”

“Take the hint, that’s what. I told you, it’s over.”

“You say that but I don’t think you mean it.” She shot up from the narrow wood bench where she’d been sitting and reached for him. “I just need a minute, John. Just talk to me.”

He ignored her, striding through the second set of doors to step out into a beautiful late November day. Dappled sunlight spilled across the parking lot, and some of the trees still had a few their leaves left, while the others were bare and naked. Leaves that had been brilliant golds and reds and oranges were now dried up and brown, gathering along the edge of the parking lot, where the lawn rose higher than the pavement. With each pass of the wind, they scuttled across the lot, until they hit a car tire or the building itself. In another week or so, the landscapers would be around to sweep them up, but for now, they littered as far as the eye could see.

His BMW 540i sedan was parked in the far corner, and Abigail dogged him the entire way, saying, “Why won’t you just talk to me? What’ve I done that was so wrong?”

“We’ve been through this,” he said, aiming his fob at the car to unlock the door. As he reached it, he stopped and spun about. “I’ve lost enough because of you. Now, you need to leave me alone.”

“Because of me? Correct me if I’m wrong,” her dark eyes flashed with fury as she glared up at him, “but weren’t you the one who was married? I certainly wasn’t in that bed alone, now, was I?”

“Yes, I was married. And no, you were’t alone. But, that was then and this is now, and we are done.”

She grabbed his arm, her fingers clamping about him, digging into him like a falcon’s talons. “But, your divorce is final now, isn’t it? You’re free to be with whoever you want now, right?”

“I am.” He jerked his arm free and tugged open the driver’s side door. “And I’m seeing someone else, Abigail. And I am not letting you ruin this as well.”

“If that isn’t just like a man,” she growled, her eyes going narrow. “You are the one who’s married and yet, it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants!”

“Leave me alone, Abigail. I mean it.” He threw himself into the driver’s seat, turned over the engine, and without even a look up at her, whipped out of his space and took off toward the lot’s main entrance. He wanted to put as much distance between him and Abigail as possible. If he could find a way to remove her permanently from his life, he would gladly do it. 

You knew John was divorced. You’d met his three boys when things between grew serious between the two of you. They were still warming up to you, and you weren’t at all sure how long it should take, since you’d never dated a man who’d had children before. This was all new territory for you. They didn’t outright hate you, so you figured you were off to a good start, if nothing else.

You were supposed to be going away for the weekend with him. His sons were going to their mother’s and he’d suggested a trip to the lake for your first getaway together. You looked forward to it, since you rarely had a day off. Running Brewster’s Place took up so much of your time and you weren’t all that good at delegating responsibilities, but you were trying. After all, you were leaving your baby in your manager’s more than capable hands, and you promised yourself you would not obsess with checking on Kerry every hour or so.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

On Fridays, the coffee house was open until eight, and at ten of, the bell above the door chimed and you looked up to see an unfamiliar woman slip in. She was tall and slim, with dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, with just enough wispy tendrils trailing to give that adorably messy look you could never quite manage to pull off.

She came up to the counter, her dark eyes wide as she said, “Hi, can I get a large coconut coffee, light and sweet?”

“Sure.” You took a large cup from the stack, scooped a tablespoon of sugar into it, filled it a third of the way with half-and-half and then poured the coffee in. You stirred it, clapped a lid on and brought it back. “Three dollars even, please.”

The woman handed her a debit card, which went through with no trouble, and she took her receipt and her coffee to one of the tables over by the fireplace. There were only two or three other people lingering about, and Kerry was busy over in the back restocking the shelf of whole coffee beans you sold. 

At eight o’clock, the bell jingled and you smiled as John came through the doorway, handsome as ever in jeans and his Navy pea coat. He needed a haircut, his dark hair swept off to the left from the wind that whipped down along Davenport Street, which was closed to all but foot traffic. 

He smiled as you came around the corner. “A sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” You closed the space between the two of you, slipping your arms about his waist and pushed up on your toes to brush his lips with a kiss. His beard came prickly soft against your cheeks, nowhere near as foreign to you now as it had been when you first began dating. Now you were more than used to the scraping and occasional beard burn in odd places. 

You broke the kiss. “The boys get off okay?”

“They did. And their mother was happy to have them for the weekend. She’s taking them to their grandparents up in Vermont to get some early season skiing in.”

“Skiing now?”

“Okemo’s season runs from November on.” 

Kerry came over then. “Hey, John. You ready for your weekend?”

“I am, indeed. I’m just waiting—” he glanced around and then his voice trailed off as he turned toward the fireplace. 

You saw his shoulders stiffen and you looked over at the woman with the light and sweet coconut coffee. “Is something wrong?”

John shook his head slowly. “No. Nothing is wrong at all.”

The dark-haired woman lowered the coffee cup and smiled. “Hi, John.”

“John?” You touched his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” he told you, turning to you as he shook his head, but you didn't miss the darkness that dropped behind his blue eyes. He caught you by the hand. “Let’s just go, okay?”

“John,” Coconut Coffee called over, “I have to talk to you.”

You looked from him to her and back. “Who is that woman?”

“She’s no one—just someone I used to know.”

Your gut twisted. “Someone you used to know.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you on the way to the lake.”

“John,” the woman set her cup down and rose, “I only need a few minutes, and as long as you’re here—”

“I don’t care, Abigail,” he cut her off, shaking his head. “I don’t have a few minutes to spare, so,” he turned back to you, “are you ready?”

Despite the apprehensive flutters in your gut, you nodded and from the corner of your eye, saw Abigail scowl. Where she’d at least pretended to be friendly earlier, now she radiated pure hostility. You didn't need to be told that at one point John had been involved with her, but she wasn’t his ex-wife. You’d seen Beth Proctor several times over the course of your relationship with him and while you weren’t what anyone would call friends, she didn't seem to mind your existence.

Not like Abigail, who glared at you now as if she’d just love to plant you six feet under ground. You’d never seen such hatred in anyone’s eyes as you did in those flat dark eyes that remained trained on you. Your blood actually ran cold at the venom she shot in your direction and without thinking, you linked your fingers with his. He tightened his about yours. “Let’s go, shall we? We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to leave Kerry here alone.” You turned to Abigail. “You need to leave now. The shop is closing in two minutes.”

You expected Abigail to argue, but she merely offered up a slight smile and stood, taking her coffee with her as she strode to the door. She pushed it open, but paused, and over her shoulder said, “He’ll come back to me, you know. He always does. It’s just a matter of time before he grows bored with you, just as he did with his wife and any other woman he’s screwed. You’re not special, you know. And I am very patient.”

John’s fingers tightened about yours enough that it actually hurt and when you looked up, it was to see such a look of rage on his face—his jaw clenched, his eyes radiating fury—that for a moment, he was downright frightening.

“Stay away from me,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m not going to keep saying it. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call me. Don’t come to my office. Don’t come back here.”

“You say that now. You’ll change your mind.” Abigail threw the door the rest of the way open and strolled out into the darkness with a low, mournful whistle on her lips and somehow, you knew you hadn’t seen the last of her. 

***

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