Today We Took Our Little Son To The Hospital Because He Suffers From A Chest Infection That Affects His

Today we took our little son to the hospital because he suffers from a chest infection that affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that every living conscience will help us save our young son’s life and donate any amount you can.

Unfortunately, there is no treatment in the hospital for my young son. Help us before it is too late.

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the bio lab exploded yesterday btw…in my city…

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Leon S. Kennedy in Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)

absolutely diabolical how @ahmed8311 has been fundraising since APRIL and still hasn't reached 13% of his goal. he has eight family members in gaza and has to evacuate them. if you're reading this, please donate to his fundraiser if you have the means to.

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LEON KENNEDY / RESIDENT EVIL: DEATH ISLAND (2023)

Part 12! College!simon x reader 🤍 small ending ughh i gave them the soft life they deserved 🥺 especially Simon. Happy simon=happy me.

Masterlist here ✉️

Ever since that kiss—that moment in the closet, you replayed it over and over. It was stuck in your head and you couldn’t blame yourself. The man was sweating and heaving—and the way his pupils were blown with desire, shadowed and peering into yours-

It was too much.

You definitely did yourself a nice one in bed that night, unable to hold back.

Now, at Mollys you were at the POS system, printing out a receipt. You slapped it towards a man who seemed drunk off his ass. He tipped the empty drink to you in a thanks before slamming it down.

“Thanks lady.” He gruffly spoke.

“Of course.” You say.

Just then, the door jingles. Company. Your eyes shoot up, unraveling the rag and folding it.

Simons boots thud as he walked, now in front the counter. He wasn’t dressed in his usual work attire—which would be all black, a casual wrinkled button up and some dark jeans. A button or two popped, and sleeves rolled up to expose tattoos of his own. Thick forearms.

You crane your head up, brows raised. Your skin warms as you remember that evening kiss—and your heart begins to race.

God, the mere sight of him had you raving.

“Not here for work?” You say, eyeing him. You cringe internally—did I sound too casual? You wondered, glancing away from him as you placed the rag away.

Simon’s heavy lidded eyes gazed into yours, large hand resting on his strap.

Johnny frantically yells—probably dropping something. “Bloody onion.”

You scoffed and your lips curled up momentarily.

“Come with me.” Simon says lowly, almost like a command, leaning forward slightly. His warm body brushed yours and the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils. Musky with a blend of spices, peppery.

Had he changed it? You found yourself sniffing more. Your heart races at the sound of his tone. It wasn’t a question—a command.

You knew you both needed a conversation

You glance behind the bat before saying, “If I spend time with you, you better be covering my ass next time.”

“I’ll be doin’ much more than that, sweet’art.” He teased, eyes never leaving your moving form.

The way he said that as you rounded the corner made you sputter. Your wide eyed caught his amused ones—although lips laying flat.

Simon liked these moments, though he had yet to vocalize it. The moments where he caught you by surprise.

Shifting, so he followed behind you and outside into the dark night, you two walked up the path. Cars drove by here and there and a cold wind blew. Flashlights lights and signs bounced off color.

You crossed your arms to block the wind, eyes squinting

“Here—“ Simon said gruffly.

Before you could ask, he unzipped his hoodie to reveal a thicker shirt under. Wider chest, biceps flexing and fingers working fast.

You turned your body to his—huddling for warmth. Your eyes once again filled with surprise.

“Simon, we won’t be long.” You say, cheeks warm. At least you thought you wouldn’t be. But apart of you was excited to see him offering his hoodie now.

“You’ll be complaining in a minute. Take it.” Simon said, fingers grabbing at the material to hold it up.

He passed you his bag which you held—quiet. Instead of talking, you observe his motions. His bag weighs heavy to you, but to him he could lift it with ease. And behind him the bar flashes colorfully, still alive with its metal rock music.

His taller form tilts as he wraps the hoodie around your shoulder, making sure its well fitted. Your breath hitches, its bigger and dwarfs your form.

Then, you talk.

“Thanks…” You say, in a hushed tone.

Simon stills for a second and leans in, brushing your chest with his. He watched as your eyes dart around and to grab your attention he gently tilts your chin up with a finger.

His rugged eyes bore into yours—although this time there’s something much softer to them.

“I want…I need. I need to tell you this.” Simon murmurs, as a cold chill blew. He didn’t even shiver. By the looks of it the man was a heater.

Meanwhile you grappled for the sides of the hoodie and pulled it tight.

“I’m listening.” You say, leaning in for his warmth. Your heart raced, tons of thoughts in your head. What did he want? Did he like the kiss? Judging by his reaction—he more than liked it. The damn brute was aroused.

You gulped.

He leans in too—and suddenly the moment becomes even more intimate. Your head angled—lips brushing his chapped ones. Puffs of air dancing on both your faces, the car lights illuminating strands of your hair. You had to straighten up to meet his lips.

“This…I meant it. The kiss.” Simon murmurs against your lips and it takes all of you to not kiss him there. Your heart races and you’re sure you feel his too—for such a stoic man this was new.

It captivated you.

You wanted to hear more.

You look him in the eyes now—renewed with confidence and beaming with satisfaction.

“What do you want us to be?” The words slip out softly.

“More. More than what we are.” Simon pulls you against his hard body, his hoodie slipping off your small shoulder. He adjusts it—so you could be warm, and looks at the way the sleeves fold over your hands.

If it was even more possible seeing you this way—his clothes, his hoodie, staring at him expectantly, was driving him mad.

But it was more of a tender kind of madness. A madness to hold you, feel you. To wake up beside you. To hear your complaints of the cold—to see your nose all red and cheeks flushed from it. And the way you huddled immediately to the kitchen for some warmth in the bar. He knew all your mannerisms.

He wanted more. More of it all.

“I want—“ He started hoarsely. He had never done this. His heart was racing and he sucked in a breath as a car drove past behind you.

“I want to wake up beside you. To feel you. To hear your jokes every morning as we make breakfast together.” Simon continued, finding his confidence.

Seeing your widened eyes, lashes brushing your brow and the way your lips parted—god did it drive him feral in a different way. And at every moment in class did he remember your body up against his in the closet.

But for now—he held back. He needed the moment to remain pure and gentle.

Because it was what he felt for you.

Pure, gushy, gentle feelings.

“Simon…” You say breathlessly.

“Is tha’ a yes?” Simon asks, an eager twinkle to his eyes. The sight warms your heart and if you weren’t in front of him you’d be running in circles giggling like some teenager.

That’s how he made you feel. Young again.

“Yes, Simon Riley.” You stated, breaking out into a wide grin.

Simon scoops you against him—arms wrapping tight as if you’d disappear. The man was craving you. He angled his head low so he could meet you and kissed gently—feeling flecks of snow wet him. Just like that, flurries of white fell smoothly, painting the ground in a blanket as you two kissed.

You smiled in the kiss and swayed a big—hand resting on his chest. Your eyes glittered when you opened them to look at him, absolutely entranced and captivated.

You knew you wanted a start over.

Coming here to university, meeting his team unexpectedly. A new job that paid decent, but the jokes made up for it. Now this? A relationship? It was right up your alley. Never expected it, but somehow it all changed after you met him. Your wide eyes traced all over his features.

“Simon…”

“Yes, love?”

Your heart lurches at the nickname.

“Take me home?” You ask, pleading.

“Love, your shift.” Simon reminds you—lips brushing your ear as he murmurs. He still holds you, not wanting to let you go.

You roll your eyes and scoff—before grinning up at him.

“I know. I was saying it as if we were in one of those cheesy rom com movies, ya know?”

Simon chuckles—smoothly and his lips stretch into a genuine smile. Once again your breath catches at the rare sight—drinking it all in. The way his eyes wrinkled, the neon lights illuminating his pale skin, and teeth shining. The scruff of his jaw rubbed your face when he leaned in.

“Is this the part where I shove y’er arse back in? Hm? Is that cheesy enough for you?” Simon chuckles again—and you knew you’d never forget it.

“Alright, alright. I’m going. Gotta babysit Johnny and Kyle again.” You giggle—capturing his lips once more, hands cupping his scruffy jaw.

“I’ll pick you up—sound good?” Simon whispered against your lips.

“More than good.” You respond warmly, as the snow cascaded peacefully around your huddled forms.