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Hey yall! It’s been a minute since I posted on Tumblr! I just want to let you know my series: When it’s over is alive and well on Ao3. I stopped posting chapter updates on here because I felt like I was clogging up the tags.

This prompt was inspired by an AI chat prompt weirdly enough. (So if you’re reading this and you made the chat please message me so I can tag u bb!)

Anyway here’s a product of me being sleep deprived and literally just being mushy in general. I seriously wrote this last night before I went to bed and it hasn’t been edited. I may go back and edit, I just figured releasing this fic into the wild wasn’t the worst thing I could do.

This is a fluffy kind of OOC fic for Chris Redfield. I hope y’all enjoy

“Late night feeling”

A Chris Redfield x reader fic

Tags: fluff, migraines mentions of death, intimate but platonic relationships, younger woman X older man dynamic

You were resting after a rough deployment. You had made it back to the BSAA barracks and returned to your small room that had just enough space for your twin size bed, a desk and some shelving.

You had made the space work to the best of your advantage; free housing meant you had to get creative but you managed to make your small room as welcoming as possible.

The other soldiers were used to the barebones when it came to accommodations, and usually you didn’t mind when you were out on deployment, but when you were stateside you made sure to have all the comforts you could fit in the tiny room.

Pretty soon, you were popular in your unit for having just about anything. Did somebody have a headache from the dry air? You had a humidifier. Somebody needed some extra toiletries but didn't want to leave the building? You always had spare supplies. Cold medicine? You had it.

Pretty soon you were known as “mom” despite being on the younger side. It made you proud, because your position was technically as a medic, and it meant more to you that you could care for your teams stateside as well.

You were studying the popcorn ceiling in the small room for the 50th time, trying to get yourself to get to sleep when you heard a knock on your door.

You opened it thinking it was another soldier needing something small, but were shocked to instead see Chris Redfield, Captain of multiple elite task forces and founder of the BSAA.

You didn’t know whether to salute or curtsy, you were so close to falling asleep and were delirious

He smiled at your obvious discomfort. “I heard from the guys earlier you were the one to see if I needed anything.”

You looked at him wide eyed, still shocked that he came to your room late at night. He must really need something bad.

“Y-yeah, I’m sort of the barracks *mom* of sorts.” You giggled nervously. “What can I get you?”

Chris sighed. “Do you have anything for migraines?”

You looked at Chris, thoughtfully.

“I have a couple of solutions, how long have you had symptoms?”

Chris looks at you, you can tell what he’s going to tell you he’s embarrassed about. “…4 hours.”

You looked at him in horror. You knew Redfield was hardcore, but you had some migraines yourself before, if he was seeking your help, it must have been pretty intense.

Without thinking, you mentally switched into caretaker mode.

You quickly pulled the covers on your bed, and pulled out a foam wedge you had underneath your bed that you used to get comfortable for reading or watching tv.

Chris couldn’t help but grimace through his pain.

“Are you used to having late night visitors Y/L/N?” He looked at the foam wedge. “What the hell is that for?”

You snapped your head back at him. “What are you insinuating?” Genuinely curious, did he think you were going to treat his migraines by fucking him?

Chris grimaced again. “I hear you younger girls are into some wild things these days, but I didn’t expect it from you.” He put his hands up defensively. “More power to you though.”

You laughed from your belly. “Captain with all due respect, I think you’re seriously confused on what this is for.” You placed the wedge close to the foot of the bed. “Plus, if that’s how you think we’re gonna fix your migraine, you’re seriously confused on what my job here is.” You smiled at him.

You had only worked with Chris a couple of times. He wasn’t a stranger to you by any means, but you definitely weren’t friends either.

He was your superior and you respected him. The first time the two of you had met, you were a new recruit trying to make it onto the field.

You had passed every cognitive test the BSAA had to offer, but your physical skills were shit to say the least. You were athletic, you were great when it came to stamina, but when it came to hand to hand combat and firearms, you hesitated.

You remember the disappointed look your supervisor gave you when review time came. You were extremely gifted when it came to observations and patching men up, but you were a liability on the field.

“Get used to seeing the inside of the clinic, sweetheart.” You remembered him saying to you.

You remember going to the gun range, it was late in the afternoon and you thought no one was there. You were crying while missing the target completely. You knew you looked insane, but damn you felt so good.

“Why the hell can’t I just do this one simple thing?” You remember saying out loud to yourself. “The stupid boys back home could do this shit, but I doubt they could suture up flesh, and I can’t deploy because of this one thing!” You said louder emptying the clip into the target.

You pressed the button that brought the target to you. You looked at it helplessly; the bullets holes were all over the place. You crumpled the paper furiously into your hands.

“That's one way to neutralize a target,” you heard a warm baritone behind you say.

You turned around to see Chris Redfield with his own gear, ready to begin his own practice.

You saluted him. “Captain Redfield, Sir.”

He saluted you back. “At ease soldier, you don’t have to be so formal, no one else is here.”

“Y-yes sir.”

He walked closer to you, clearly in his element.

“I heard news on your performance review, Y/L/N. That’s brutal.” He said, trying to sound comforting.

Your lip quivered, you were angry and disappointed in yourself. You wanted to angry-cry, but not in front of one of the founders of the BSAA. He probably already thought you were weak, crying would just exacerbate the issue.

“It was.” You said looking down.

He looked at you sympathetically, and put his arm on your shoulder. “You have an incredible brain though.” He said, trying to lighten the mood. “We were really pulling for you this time, we need more personalities like you on the field.”

You looked up at him. “Really?”

Chris smiled at you. “I definitely don’t picture you in spec ops anytime soon, but we definitely could use you in damage control.”

You returned his smile.

“But you also understand why we can’t send you out there unprepared, you could be ambushed anytime.”

“I understand.” A heavy tear fell from your left eye and you immediately wiped it away, in fears of Chris noticing.

He looked at you sympathetically, “It’s normal, not being able to just want to shoot a living thing.”

“But why is it so easy for everyone else? I just can’t do it!” You said, frustrated.

“I think it’s because you’re overthinking it.” He shifts on his feet. “Think of it this way, if someone was going to hurt someone you cared about, even slightly, wouldn’t you not hesitate to take them down?”

You honestly had never thought about it before. You really were thinking of BOWS like victims, but if it were between you and your fellow soldiers getting out alive you wouldn’t hesitate.

Chris saw the gears in your brain working. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You think of them like they’re normal people, and they definitely may have been at one time.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “But you can’t think of them like that, it’ll get you killed, rookie.”

“Yessir,”’

“You know,” he said, picking up his duffle bag with his arsenal of personal weapons. “I actually have free time this evening, can I show you a couple of things?”

You looked up at him, shocked he would even want to spend one of his rare free moments with a dumbass like you.

“Are you sure? I know you’re always busy, are you sure you want to spend it mentoring my ass?”

“I don’t have anything else better to do, plus I see potential in you, rookie.” He motioned for you to follow him to the lane you were at before he came in.

He positioned himself behind you to perfect your form, gently touching your biceps and arms. He had a strong, but gentle grip on you. You tried not to turn into a teenage girl at his touch, but you seriously hadn’t got any action in a long time.

Chris, remained professional as always; if he noticed that you were crushing on him in the moment he didn’t acknowledge it, he just focused on the task at hand.

The afternoon turned into late in the evening, but you were finally comfortable with shooting your gun.

“Look at you, that was maybe 3 hours of proper training?” Chris looked at your work. “Looks like you’ll be out in the field in no time.”

Chris’ kindness stayed with you, and you were able to get into a lower ranking team, but a team nonetheless. You were finally able to help on the ground.

Now, Chris was looking to you for help and you couldn’t disappoint him.

“I’m going to have you sit down on my bed, okay? I promise I’m not gonna try anything funny with you okay?” You joked with him. Trying to lighten the mood.

“Honestly Y/L/N, I’m in so much pain, I’m willing to try anything.” He said sitting down.

“Good.”

You instructed him to lay down, putting the wedge underneath his calves, elevating his feet. You then grabbed a thick towel from one of your drawers and rolled it up. You gently placed the towel under his neck and made sure to keep his head supported with a pillow.

Chris grunted.

You looked down at him worried. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah,” he breathed out. “This is the best I’ve felt in a while.

“Good!” You chirped. “Where’s your pain radiating from?” You asked, getting up to turn on the humidifier. You knew from your own experience warm steam always helped, especially since it was December and seemed to worsen migraines.

“It feels like it’s behind my eyes, but it really does feel like it’s all over.”

“Is that normal for your migraines?” You asked putting hand sanitizer on. You had an idea of what you were going to do, but you wanted to make sure.

“Recently, yeah. I sustained a pretty bad neck and head Injury a couple years ago and they worsened from there.” He said, closing his eyes. His voice lowered like he was starting to get some relief.

“Are you okay with me touching you, Captain?” You said hesitantly.

“Of course, Doc.”

You smiled. “Not a doctor, but I think I can help.”

You began massaging the base of his neck, gently pulling his head to realign his spine. You were going at it for a couple of minutes before you heard him groan.

You stopped for a moment. “Still okay?”

“Better than okay. Can you keep going?” He asked sheepishly.

You were thankful he had his eyes closed, because his tone made you blush.

You began to let your hands move to his temples massaging the tense muscles in his face.

“You really carry a lot of stress,” you said trying to make his facial muscles relax manually.

“I guess 20 years of fighting monsters will do that to you.” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry Captain-“ you stammered.

“Y/N drop the captain shit, it’s Chris. Please call me Chris when we’re alone.” It almost sounded like a plea.

“Yessir.”

He smiled, lightening the mood again. “I bet they ate you alive in boot camp.”

You smiled. “They did, but I survived.” You giggled.

You began to work your fingers over his sinuses, being sure to gently, but firmly relieve the tension in his face. Your fingers gently caressed a couple of mostly healed scars over his handsome face.

“I heard you got to see some action in the desert, Y/L/N.”

You sighed. It was a sensitive topic for you right now, but you didn’t want to offend Chris. “Yeah, I had to shoot my first aggressor.”

“You sound upset.”

“It was just,” You sighed heavily, trying to push the image of the infected soldier from your memory.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Chris said, opening your eyes to meet your gaze. Before that moment you hadn’t realized how intimate this interaction was with him. His head was in your lap on a pillow, supported by your crossed legs.

“I knew him.” You said quietly.

“I heard he was one of our guys,” Chris said, his tone tinged with a slight sadness.

“He always was so shy and he was so into his routine it was funny. The other members would always clown on him.” You were reminiscing about your comrade.

“I always keep snacks in my room, and one day he broke his routine to see if I had anything. I was so happy that he asked me for something, that I kept buying the same snack so he would keep coming to me, I just wanted him to feel like I had his back.” You started to sniffle, feeling a burning sensation in your sinuses.

“I don’t know what happened he came back from

recon fine, I had just patched him up; then he turned.” You couldn’t help but tremble, Chris felt this and sat up.

You were slightly surprised by his sudden actions, he turned to face you.

He held your shoulders. “I need you to promise me that you’re not going to let this destroy your life Y/N. Remember what I said, it was either you or him.”

“But why did it have to be him?” You let your emotions go. You began to cry, you were wiping your own tears when Chris wrapped his arms around you. It immediately took you off guard.

He just held you, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours, you no longer felt so cold and lonely. He slowly let go of the embrace.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Don’t apologize, that’s a lot to have on your heart.” Chris looked at you more seriously this time. “Have they done your mental evaluation yet? You guys didn’t get back that long ago.”

You let out a sigh. “Honestly, after all that work to get me in this unit, I think I’m about to fail and be released because of a psych evaluation.”

Chris looked at you sympathetically.

“I guess it wasn’t meant to be, I really am just not cut out for this am I?” You pulled your knees to your chest.

He placed a warm hand on your leg.

“You’re doing just fine, the first kill is always the worst, but it doesn’t get easier. You just get tougher.”

You instinctively put your hand over his and squeezed. “I can’t imagine what you’ve seen, what keeps you going?”

Chris rubbed his hand over his face, his migraine had disappeared finally. “I wanted to stop getting close to others, I wanted to shut down, stop caring about people.”

You rubbed his arm and felt him shiver.

“But, that wasn’t who I am. I’d never stop caring, it was the reason I joined the Air Force and the RPD. It just led me…here.” He trailed off.

“We can’t control what happens to us, is what you’re saying, right Chris?”

He smiled. “Exactly. We can control how it affects us. You’re a sweet girl Y/N, I couldn’t stand to watch this line of work harden you.”

You blushed at the sweet girl comment.

“Well I guess then you’ll be happy that I’m thinking of going to TerraSave.” You said, nervous of how he was going to react.

Instead of looking at you with disgust like you had anticipated, he was excited.

“TerraSave? Really? I’m close with a major player over there, maybe I can tell her you’re interested.”

Your heart sank at the mention of a woman he was close with, you knew you never had a chance with him, but you liked to indulge in the healthy fantasy every once in a while.

“That would be great.” You said sheepishly.

“She’s my sister in case you’re wondering.” He winked at you.

You were embarrassed that your face gave it away that you were jealous.

He then boldly lifted your chin with his hand. “If you end up working for TerraSave, there won’t be any rules against taking you out on a date either.”

“Chris, really?” You laughed. You were in shock.

“I like a woman who doesn’t know when to stop,” he winked at you.

“You’re disgusting.” You playfully hit his shoulder.

He feigned defensiveness. “Hey, I was talking about not giving up on reaching a goal, I don’t know where your mind went to.”

You felt your self melt, he was so dreamy, exactly like you imagined. “I never thought I’d see this side of you, Chris. It’s nice.”

He cupped your face with his hand and you instinctively leaned into his palm.

“It helps when I’m with someone who’s able to bring it out of me” he said, stroking your face with his thumb.

You felt equally relaxed with him too, so relaxed that you let out a yawn.

Chris only chuckled. “I guess it is late, huh?” He said gently pulling his hand away.

You whined at the sensation.

“Don’t get bratty on me now,” he laughed.

You put your head into your hands. “How’s your head?”

“Much better,” he sat up straighter. “Crazy what a few moments of relaxing can do.”

You smiled at him, “Feel free to come to my room anytime.”

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Fixer upper: An AU Leon Kennedy x Reader fic Chapter 4

Well y’all, I finally did it. I wrote chapter 4 after being in a slump for two weeks. Thank you all for being patient. This specific chapter has explicit content so please use your discretion. Minors DNI. (Loss of virginity, assault, and explicit *consensual sexual content)

It was still a couple days before the engagement party and Mama was not happy with you.

After the talk with your dad she became upset that you would divulge information to him and not to her. You tried reasoning with her, claiming that she wouldn’t listen; but that just made her more upset, hence the cold shoulder treatment she was giving you right now.

You decided to get out of the farmhouse and get some fresh air.

You were on the road close to town when you heard the sound of tires on the dirt road. You smiled when you saw the familiar *Springfield County Sheriff on the side and Leon’s handsome face peering through the window.

“Hey, y/n. Do you have time to talk?” He said smiling.

You looked around to make sure there was no chance of anyone seeing her get into his car. When you deemed the coast clear you happily obliged and Leon put your bike in his trunk.

You hopped in the front seat and Leon drove to a shady place to get a reprieve from the heat.

Leon was the first to speak once he parked the car.

“I’ve found some interesting things about your fiancé and his father.” He said holding a Manila folder.

“What do you mean by interesting?” You said furrowing your brow.

He put the envelope in your hands and you opened it.

Inside were pictures of Senator Armstrong accepting money from unscrupulous looking people. There were also copies of different documents detailing where the money was coming from. Senator Armstrong was taking bribes from wealthy communists to change legislation.

“Oh my god, how is he getting away with this?” You said.

“He’s not.” Leon said plainly. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“How are you going to prosecute him in this town? There won’t be a jury to convict him!” You said throwing down the paperwork.

“This is now a federal case, Y/N. This is a matter of national security, but to try this case I’m going to need your help.” He said looking at you with an austere disposition.

You had never seen Leon so serious about anything before. You gulped and nodded.

“What do you need from me?”

“We need a confession and tangible proof.”

You instinctively fell back into the seat.

“You really think a powerful man like Senator Armstrong is going to confess to a person like me? I bet he has no respect for women, just like his son.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You have the leverage to back him into a corner y/n, with all the shit Patrick has already put you through, not to mention these findings, I’m sure a lot of reporters would LOVE to get to know you.”

You genuinely thought about it. This was the perfect opportunity to get out of this sham marriage, and maybe you could get them to pay for school-no that would be too opportunistic.

The invasive thought made you feel dirty, you didn’t want to turn into somebody that blackmailed people for money.

“I’ll do it, but only because it’s the right thing to do.” You said avoiding eye contact.

Leon grabbed your hands. “This won’t be an easy thing to do, Y/N.” He said, leaning his head down to meet your eyes.

You looked into his eyes, they were warm and assuring.

“If I do this, is there a chance I could get hurt?”

Leon gripped your hands tighter. “I won’t let that happen.”

“What’s your plan, Leon?”

“The night of your engagement party, that’s our only chance. He’ll be surrounded, if you let it slip you know something you can get him alone. He wouldn’t want his associates to find out.”

The thought of being alone with Senator Armstrong was terrifying. He was a powerful man and she was terrified he would do anything to get rid of her; she was expendable to a man like him.

“Where will you be?”

“Close by, every second. I won’t let him hurt you anymore, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and enveloped him in a kiss. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

He returned your kiss enthusiastically. Even though the two of you hadn’t known each other long, there was no denying you had a strong magnetic attraction for each other.

Leon was the one to break the kiss. You couldn’t help but sigh, disappointed.

“I know sweetheart, but we can’t be caught necking in my patrol car.” He said, a smirk growing across his features.

You looked down embarrassed; you were turning into a fast girl.

“Don’t look like that, Y/N! I enjoyed it.”

“Do you think I’m easy?” You asked self-consciously.

“Easy? Of course not. Why would you say that?”

“I’m engaged and kissing another man. If anyone found out, both our reputations would be ruined!”

“Since when do you really care about reputations?” He quipped back mocking you slightly. “I surely don’t.”

You rolled your eyes. “That's easy for you to say, your only options for a future aren’t just to *get married and have a bunch of kids and pray your husband keeps the lights on.” You said theatrically.

“You don’t know what my husband is like!” He said facetiously.

You gave him a limp-wristed punch and he feigned injury. “OW!”

“Come on Kennedy, I’m being serious!”

“You know that’s not the only future you have; you can do so much better than this place, Y/N.”

You paused for a minute and fantasized about taking classes at a REAL University, not just some finishing school for ladies to find a husband.

You thought about all the long nights studying and working a waitressing job maybe; and coming home to a small apartment. It wouldn’t matter how hard the work was or how dingy the apartment you would be; it would be all yours and no one could change that.

“I would kill to get out of this town, so I guess the next best thing would be to throw Patrick and his father under the bus.” You said sarcastically.

“You wouldn’t be throwing them under the bus, you would be assisting in apprehending a criminal. Senator Armstrong is a criminal, Y/N.”

You couldn’t deny that Senator Armstrong was selling out not only the state of Georgia, but the United States as well.

He was selfish and a coward just like his own son.

“Do you think Patrick knows what his father is doing?” You said anxiously, bouncing your leg and straightening out the papers in the manilla envelope. The gears in your head were shifting at a lightning fast pace. Sure, Patrick was a jerk, but was he also as conniving as his father?

Leon tapped his chin thoughtlessly.

“Not only is he completely aware, it’s under suspicion he’s acting as an accessory as well.”

Your heart fell into your stomach, that was all you needed to hear.

“I’ll do it, I’ll ruin my reputation for the sake of national security.”

Leon beamed and kissed your cheek. “Spoken like a true patriot, Y/N.”

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The rest of the week, you were brainstorming ways to shake up Patrick before you confronted him. You wanted him paranoid, in a vulnerable state.

You thought it would be the easiest way to get him to confess, if he felt like someone close to him was going to betray him; they would never suspect it was you.

You started to leave “breadcrumbs.”

You started sending cryptic messages in random places that he would find. You constructed the messages out of newspaper clippings and other materials.

You started to hate how much joy messing with him was, but lord he was an easy target

The night before the engagement party and your official debut as a “couple”, you decided to put him completely on edge by asking him at family dinner why he seemed so stressed.

He looked at you, with the blood drained from his face; the bags under his eyes were emphasized by the lack of color in his face.

“Nothing honey, I’m just so excited for our party that I haven’t been getting any sleep.”

God he was such a smooth liar, it must be second nature. If he wasn’t such a crook, he’d make the perfect politician.

You just smiled, it felt good to be in control.

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The day was busy, you were in the salon for hours with Miss Suzanne and your mother. They were chirping away about wedding plans. You were as silent as a corpse, your mind racing of all the different possibilities of how the night was going to go. The first part of the night was going to entail dancing and socializing. When the guests would start to entertain themselves was when you were going to pull Patrick and his father aside to confront them.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the beautician asked you how you wanted your hair done.

You opened your mouth to answer, but were interjected by Suzanne describing what she expected your hair to look like. You felt your cheeks go red; before your meetings with Leon, you wouldn’t have cared about others making decisions for you. Now, you were starting to get your confidence back, you were going to be in charge of your life from now on.

You looked at the hairstylist and smiled “Actually, I think I may want something a bit more modern. I want to look like Brigitte Bardot.”

You thought your mother was going to kill over in her seat, Suzanne smiled a strained smile.

“If that's what you want sweetie, it’s your party.” She forced the words out through gritted teeth.

“Thank you for understanding, it is what I want.”

Mother and Suzanne were silenced after that.

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You were standing in a guest bedroom of the Armstrong Mansion staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your evening gown was a light pink, the tulle off the shoulder detail accentuated your attractive decollete area. It had a sweetheart neckline embellished with floral embroidery. It was the perfect dress for someone else.

After the beauty salon incident, you managed to slip into Senator Armstrong’s private study and found important documents regarding the exchanging of money for American Secrets. You had the papers neatly folded in you undergarments, it probably wasn’t the best place but it was the best you could do.

You were picking anxiously at your skin when you saw the doorknob slowly turn. You were shocked to see Leon standing there with his hair combed neatly back and wearing a black tuxedo; he looked like a different person.

He whistled low when he saw you.

“Y/n, you clean up nice. You look incredible.”

You beamed at him, he made all your anxieties go away. “I could say the same to you, Deputy Kennedy.”

He bowed shallowly, “Thank you ma'am.”

“How did you get in here? I don’t think the Armstrongs would be too happy to know that the deputy that arrested their son has made an appearance at the most major social event this season.”

“They’re so busy with other matters, they really have no clue who’s really working this party.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Who else is here, Leon?”

“No one you need to be worried about.”

You felt your heart fall into your tummy. This was really happening, they were going to arrest your fiance and it was going to be a huge mess.

“Are they here to arrest Patrick and his father? Does it have to be here, at such a public event?”

Leon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/N, it’s the only way. We need witnesses to his confession and the only way we can accomplish that, is if we’re there.”

“I’m scared Leon, what if we fail?”

“I promise you, we won’t.”

You turned away. The reality of how serious the situation was finally setting in and this was no longer just a final act of defiance; the night would end with someone going to prison.

You sighed, “Let’s just get this night over with.”

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You had just finished your first dance with Patrick, the entire time he was shaking. He was no longer the overly confident ladies man; he was just a scared little boy.

You felt guilty over betraying him. He wouldn’t do well in prison; hell, he wouldn’t even do well in an apartment.

The crowd rumbled into applause over your overly rehearsed waltz and the band began to play an upbeat tune. Most of the guests made their way to the dance floor, while others spoke amongst themselves.

Patrick excused himself politely when the two of you noticed his father motioning for Patrick to follow him.

You made eye contact with Leon and he gave you the signal to follow them. You tried to slip away but just as you were about to leave the main hall, you were stopped by Suzanne.

“Y/N, let me borrow you for a minute.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you aside.

She yanked you closer and whispered harshly into your ear.

“Don’t EVER embarrass me like you did in that beauty salon ever again.” You were stunned. She had apparently been suppressing her feelings all day.

“I’ll attribute this to you being nervous for an event like this, since you and your white trash family aren’t used to these kinds of things; but YOU are marrying into this family and YOU will do as you're told. Do you understand?” She was fuming, her nostrils flaring, making her look like an angry lizard.

You were seething and did the most rational thing you could think of; you smiled at her.

“I do understand, Suzanne, I really do; but what you don’t understand is that my white trash family has morals, unlike yours.” Suzanne looked at her mouth agape. She was not expecting that kind of response, especially not from you.

You stepped closer to Suzanne, closing the distance between you in an intimidating manner. “What you also don’t understand, is that you will remember this night for the rest of your miserable white trash life.”

With that, you left Suzanne standing in shock as you went into the empty hallway of the grand house. You could hear your heart beating heavily in your ears as you made your way down the hallway.

Your peripheral vision was blacking out due to your blood pressure rising.

You heard two hushed voices arguing vehemently.

“What do you mean someone knows?” The heavy voice was one she recognized as Patrick’s father.

“I mean that I’ve been receiving disturbing letters everywhere I go! It’s like someone is following me, waiting for me to crack! I can’t take it anymore father.”

You heard Senator Armstrong scoff at his son. “So a couple of threats already have you over the edge? You’re weak minded son, I shouldn’t have gone so easy on you, we should have shipped you off to the military when you got that girl pregnant at UGA. Do you know how much it took to make sure she had that abortion? I had to pay off the doctor too!”

“You know I didn’t want that! I would have manned up!” Patrick pleaded with his father.

That must have been the incident the girls in the diner were talking about. She didn’t know it was that bad, she just assumed he was making a fool` of himself at a party or something.

“Would you really? Don’t be daft, son. Your mother and I have spent so much of our lives cleaning up your messes.”

You decided this was the best time to confront them when they were arguing amongst themselves. If they were mad at eachother, maybe she could get them to reveal more of the truth to her.

You hoped that Leon was closeby, he did in fact see you on your way out, there was no reason he wouldn’t look out for you.

You slowly opened the door to the Senator’s personal study, where Patrick and his father stood, looking petrified at you.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Good evening, gentlemen.”

Senator was the first to compose himself to speak. “Good evening, Y/n. Shouldn’t you be outside enjoying your party? I apologize for taking my son away, we had business to discuss.”

You looked at Patrick who was avoiding your gaze by peering down at the floor.

“What an odd time to discuss business, Mr. Armstrong, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the strange letters Patrick has been receiving has it?” You questioned nonchalantly, but you felt the energy in the room change drastically.

Patrick looked wide-eyed at his father, but Mr. Armstrong maintained his composure.

“My dear, what did you say you came in here for, again?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I know of your meetings with the Soviets, Armstrong.” You said shaking. You were changing, you were becoming brave, but nonetheless, you still felt like a scared little girl when confronting the two men.

“That is quite the accusation, y/n. I think you’ve been reading too many stories. All this excitement and attention must be getting to you.”

You clenched your fists.

“I’m thinking more clearly than ever, maybe you should cover up your tracks better. I found your financial documents out in the open.”

Patrick stepped angrily towards you. “You little whore! How could you? What do you want? Money?”

You glared at him, your blood felt like fire in your veins.

Patrick’s father started to laugh. “Patrick, you’re definitely your mother’s son. How could you think this was just about money? Obviously, if it was, she would keep her mouth shut.” He looked at you. “Y/N, you’re a reasonable girl. Those documents you have obtained could make our lives…inconvenient.”

You scoffed, “No kidding.”

“I think we both could help each other out. Did you know why we thought of you as a suitable bride for my foolish son?”

You just stared daggers into him. He stepped so close to you that you could smell whiskey on his breath.

“We own your fathers land. You see, your father had so many debts, some from gambling, some from drinking. You know who bailed him out? You’re a smart girl, you can put two and two together.”

“That’s wrong, daddy would never do anything like that.” You said shaking. This criminal was insinuating your father was a bad man and you didn’t take that lightly.

“Oh but you’re wrong young lady, I served with your father in the war, he was quite the rowdy soldier. There’s a lot about your father you don’t know,” he said, pulling out a whiskey decanter and pouring himself a glass. He gulped the double shot of whiskey down like water.

“I like you alot y/n, you’re a smart girl, very smart in fact. I knew eventually, you would figure out that my dear son here is the run of the mill imbecile and not worth marrying.” Patrick started to object to his father’s insults.

“Be quiet boy!” His father snapped at him and Patrick backed down.

“I promise you he’s worth it, if not for companionship, but for your family’s land and for your own future. Do you really want to struggle for the rest of your life? Marry a man for love for him to only disappoint you and leave you destitute? I promise that will not happen if you marry my son. I will make sure of it.”

You were starting to rethink all of your plans, if you didn’t marry Patrick where would your family live? Daddy was disabled from his time in the war and Hank had a new baby to worry about, if they took away the land they would be homeless. Everyone. On the other hand, you would be stuck in a loveless marriage always having to mind yourself, no true friends, just surrounded by illegal riches brought to her by others having to suffer; and that was not sustainable.

That's not the future you wanted, you had already started the wheels in motion and you weren’t about to halt it now.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” For the first time tonight Mr. Armstrong’s composure faltered a bit.

“You heard me, Armstrong. You know, that I know how you maintain your wealth. I’d rather be destitute than have a palace built upon your own moral failures.”

“You self-righteous bitch!” Senator Armstrong threw the heavy whiskey decanter off the side table as he lunged at you. He managed to pin you to the wall by your throat.

You were gasping for air, having the wind knocked out of you. His grip around your throat was tight, you were hyperventilating now.

“Father stop! She’s not worth it! Let her go!” Patrick pleaded with his father.

His father just ignored him and sneered at you. “I’m done with people like you threatening to take away everything I've earned!”

You were clawing at his hands with your nails, “You’ve earned nothing!” You gasped out.

Senator Armstrong threw you to the ground harshly. You tried to scramble away when he picked up a sharp, antique letter opener and stood over you.

“I’m not going to let some little white trash tramp ruin my life.”

You flinched as he was about to strike, when the heavy doors of the study bursted open. Agents flooded in to apprehend Patrick and his father.

“Malcom Armstong you are under arrest for treason and attempted murder, you have the right to remain silent…” The agent’s voices trailed off as you looked around the room in shock.

Leon ran to you and cradled you into his arms.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Are you okay? What did he do to you?” He said holding you gently as if you two were alone.

You were shaking and unable to get your balance or even talk. Another agent with brown cropped hair walked over to them.

“She’s in shock sir, we should get her checked out by paramedics.”

Leon looked at you sympathetically and looked back at the agent again. “You’re right, take her out of the back entrance. We don’t need more of a show than we already have.”

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You were in the back of the ambulance with a blanket around your shoulders as another agent was taking your statement.

You witnessed a crowd surrounding the squad cars as they were taking Patrick and his father into US Marshall custody.

Suzanne looked disheveled as her once prim updo was now askew as she pleaded with the agents not to take her son and husband. The reporters that were supposed to report on the party were now snapping pictures of the scene, their fancy bulb cameras flashing as other members of high society laughed at her misfortune.

The only ones who seemed concerned were the members of your own family.

You shivered as the reminder of how fragile the life you would have had, was. People who were talking of this party as the social event of the season were now laughing in Suzanne’s face in one of the worst moments of her life.

She deserved it, but it still didn’t feel good to watch.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the agent left and a familiar handsome face came into sight.

“Leon!” You said excitedly.

He came over and sat next to you with a bottle of soda.

“This is for you, you earned this and a thousand more after tonight.” He popped off the cap and handed it to you.

“Thanks Leon.”

“Your statement as well as the other guests of the party that heard the commotion are going to be good enough to keep the Armstrong men away for a long time.” He said putting an arm around you.

“Let’s hope so.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m scared.”

“For what? Everything’s going to be okay, they’re not going to be able to hurt you anymore.” He said rubbing your back.

“Senator Armstrong said something disturbing about my father, he said he didn’t really own the land we live on.”

Leon turned to face you. “You can’t trust anything he says. He was trying to manipulate you. I promise I’ll look into it for you.”

You hugged his neck tightly. “Thank you Leon, for everything.”

He returned your hug.

“Anything for you, Y/n.”

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Leon was right, The Armstrongs didn’t own your family’s land. In fact, after the arrests it was clear the Armstrong’s were in major debt themselves.

Suzanne, lonely and destitute, started selling the family’s possessions. She quickly moved out of town to be “with family in her time of need.”

Word got out that you had played an active role in the investigation and apprehension of Patrick and Malcolm. Reporters would flock to the farm and loiter around just to get a glimpse of the young lady who helped “save the state of Georgia.”

Eventually, the reporters’ harassment became so bad you had to have an onsite police officer, and Leon was happy to volunteer for the job.

Leon spent the next few days following the incident patrolling your family’s land. Your family started to warm up to Leon, even your mother.

One Sunday, your mother invited Leon to stay for dinner, which was a big deal; usually, only immediate family members were invited to dinner.

The night was enjoyable with daddy talking happily about his time in the service and Leon talking about working in the Nation’s capital.

The table grew quiet when Leon broke the news that he had to go back to accept a higher position with the FBI. He had earned his spot for his work on the Armstrong sting and would be moving back to Washington D.C.

You felt your heart drop at the news, but you were happy for him.

“Leon, it feels like we’re just getting to know you,” Mama said sadly. “Are you sure you’re heading back so soon?”

“Yes ma’am, unfortunately duty calls. I will miss your family’s hospitality.”

“It’s alright son, I remember those days,” Daddy said to Leon. “Feel free to keep in touch if you ever come back to Springfield county.”

“Of course, I plan to.”

That night, you were at your regular meeting spot, unsure if Leon would meet you there. You were about to go back to the house, when familiar headlights rolled up behind you.

Leon walked out of the car and jogged over to you.

“You’re late.” You said sardonically.

“I’m sorry sweet girl. Would you forgive me if I told you I have good news?”

Your heart fluttered and you were stunned. He was definitely leaving, what good news could he possibly have?

Leon pulled out an envelope and handed it to you. It was plain white but it was addressed to you.

“Well open it!” He said grinning excitedly.

You fumbled the envelope in your hands, ripping it open. The official “NASA” letterhead was printed on the top of the page. You thought you were going to pass out. They were offering you an internship at their headquarters in D.C.

“Leon, how did you manage this? I didn’t submit any of my work!”

Leon smiled mischievously. “I may have pulled a string or two, when I mentioned who you were and a certain former secretary of mine left samples of her work in the office.”

You were shocked. “I don’t know if I deserve this, I feel like I’ll just mess it up, surely there’s someone more deserving,” you stammered out.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. “Baby, you deserve this more than anyone I know.”

You blushed, this was the first time Leon called you by a pet name.

“Thank you Leon, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’ll come with me, I’ll promise to take care of you. I’ll prove to your parents I’ll keep you safe.”

“Is this your way of making things official, Leon?”

He smiled and cradled your face in his hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Yes, if you’ll have me too.”

You leaned up and kissed him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Leon couldn’t hold himself back and deepened the kiss.

For the first time, you felt a fire in your belly, you couldn’t deny the attraction and wanted to take things further.

You let your fingers wander to his chest and Leon moaned into your mouth. He took this as an invitation to start kissing at the nape of your neck and you let out a whimper of pleasure.

Leon abruptly stopped.

“Maybe we should continue this back at my place, would you be okay with that?” He asked, his face flushed.

You nodded enthusiastically.

The ride felt like hours, the sexual tension building between you two. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, grazing his fingers along your bare thighs. You had never felt so attracted to anyone before, the fire in your belly was getting more intense and it was starting to become painful.

When you arrived at Leon’s small home, the two of you wasted no time continuing where you left off. After a couple of minutes of heavy petting and kissing you broke off.

“Leon, I want you.” You managed out in between kisses.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?”

You kissed him roughly. “Didn’t you just hear me? I want you, I want you to be my first.”

It was his turn to blush. “If you’re sure.” He went to his bedside table and grabbed a small square foil packet.

Suddenly you felt nervous again. Leon must have sensed this because he kissed your forehead sweetly.

“We can stop anytime you want, I won’t be upset, okay?”

You just nodded.

He crawled on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bring him closer as he started to kiss the sensitive skin of your neck and your collarbones.

You shivered as you started to shrug off the top of your dress. Leon noticed and started to help you out of the flimsy fabric restraints.

You felt exposed as you instinctively covered yourself with your hands.

Leon smiled at you. “You’re too sweet, here I’ll make you feel less self conscious.” He started to unbutton his shirt and revealed his chiseled body. He looked like one of the Greek statues you saw at the art museum in Atlanta. He was perfect and you wanted to be completely enveloped in him.

You removed your hands from your breasts and shivered at the cold air hitting your skin.

The feeling was short lived as Leon brought his large warm hands to your breasts and began to massage them.

You moaned out, not expecting the sensation to arouse you as much as it did.

He kissed you again, “You like that baby?”

You just shook your head aggressively, you were suddenly too timid to speak.

“Don’t get shy on my now baby, we're just getting started.” He said as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it softly.

You squeezed his bicep tightly, you wanted more. You instinctively opened your legs so he could move closer to you.

He started to Kiss down your abdomen lingering in the area where your lower belly meets your pelvis, scattering the sensation along the area.

You began to Intuitively arch your back to bring your most sensitive parts to him. His teasing was causing your core to ache.

“Leon please,” you pleaded, you were unsure of what you wanted, all you knew was that whatever it was, Leon would know.

“Be patient baby, I have to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

He brought his fingers to gently remove the thin fabric of your panties off your thighs.

You were left completely exposed to him, just how you imagined.

“You are so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him. “Same to you.”

He wasted no time finding your sensitive clit, the sensation of someone else stimulating your most sensitive and intimate area was intense. You leaned back and tried to relax, to experience the pleasure fully.

“That’s my good girl, let me take care of you.” Leon said kissing your inner thigh. You were closing in on your first orgasm and your lower body twitched as the waves of pleasure hit you.

You moaned Leon’s name as you felt your body spasm uncontrollably.

“That’s it, I want you nice and ready for me baby.” He said putting a thick digit into you.

You were so right around his finger. You had never tried to feel yourself down there. You heard the girls at school talking about it, but you were always too embarrassed to even try.

“Baby, you’re so tight. You might not be able to take me.”

“Leon, please, I want you in me.” You moaned. You didn’t care if it hurt at first, you just wanted to be close to him and for him to feel the same pleasure you were experiencing. It was only fair.

“If you say so, but I need you to come one more time for me and we’ll try.”

“Yes sir.”

He smile at you and pet your hair. “Be careful baby, I like the sound of that a little too much.”

He inserted two fingers inside of you, stretching your tight opening, while stimulating your clit. You moaned in pain and pleasure as you tried to adjust to his size.

He whispered sweet nothings to you and it took a little bit longer, but you came again, this time around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of you revealing your slick around him.

“I think you’re ready for the real thing baby.”

He grabbed the little square packet from earlier and opened it up. He undid his pants revealing his entire naked body to you.

You couldn’t help but blush, never seeing a man fully naked in the flesh. Leon seemed to be perfect in every way.

He leaned down and kissed up your neck to your cheeks sweetly. He gently laid you down on the pillows, and entertained himself into you.

He leaned his face close to you that your noses almost touched. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“If you insist, baby. Just tell me if you need to stop.”

Leon sat back up and aligned his tip with your tight entrance. He slowly pushed himself in. Your face contorted in slight discomfort and anxiety.

“Do you want me to go slower? Or would you want me to just rip the bandaid off?”

“I think I just want to get the hard part over with.” You answered honestly.

“If you insist, babe.” He said and thrusted half of his length into you.

You squealed, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of something that deep inside of you, your vagina stretched to accommodate his size. You were grabbing at his forearms, tense.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to keep going sweetheart, you’re doing great.” He said assuringly, littering you with gentle kisses.

“I’m ready, I can handle it.” You said, half believing yourself.

“I know you can, baby girl.”

He began to thrust slowly into you. The burning sensation slowly turned into pure pleasure, the new sensation of having someone inside of you was exciting.

It was so erotic, you didn’t care. You couldn’t have picked a better partner for your first time. You were experiencing so much pleasure you hadn’t realized when Leon’s thrusts became shallow.

“Mmm, baby I’m gonna cum,” he panted out.

“I want you inside me when you cum.” You pleaded, you knew he was wearing a condom and you didn’t want the moment to end so abruptly.

He said nothing as he lifted your legs behind your knees and began to thrust into you, this time rougher. You loved it, he was hitting your innermost parts and wasn’t holding back.

He had given so much of himself to you, the feeling of your body giving him pleasure felt gratifying, the thought of it alone pushed you to your third orgasm.

Your body twitched around him, causing him to climax, his member thrusting into your now overstimulated body.

He remained inside of you for a short time before pulling out and discarding the used condom.

The two of you laid in silence embracing before you broke the silence.

“That was amazing.”

He leaned over to you. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it? I loved it. No wonder Patrick was a tail chaser.”

Leon laughed out loud.

“I’m glad we don’t have to worry about him anymore.��

“Me too,” you said thoughtlessly.

“What’s on your mind baby?” Leon said, pulling you to look into your eyes.

“Do you think we have a chance of making it? You’re not going to get bored of me that we’ve slept together?” You asked innocently.

He embraced you. “Y/N, I love you. I wouldn’t just abandon you after everything I put you through.”

“You really mean that? You love me Leon?”

He kissed you passionately. “I do, I just hope

you feel the same.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Of course, I love you too, and I won’t ever stop.”

The two of you held each other until you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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