*half the universe gets blipped away in an instant, everything falls apart and is left in shambles*
Tony: *complains about Steve on a beach while drinking*
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still not over the fact that ethan doesn’t hesitate to say they need to take the prime minister when benji is kidnapped,, like that man was determined
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Eva and Hancock's dynamic will never not be funny to me because here she is, infiltrating the brotherhood just so she can use their power armor and then the next thing she does is riz up the mayor of goodneighbor
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Leon's hair looks so soft
i just wanna run my hands through it; to braid it (can we also talk about how he shakes his head to get rid of the water like a puppy)
Having Leon splayed on the couch, lying on his back; head on your stomach, both of you facing the television. It’s comforting–the quietness of the situation, just the TV playing, you and Leon silently watching. Like a moment frozen in time, the world outside the room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the warmth of his body against yours and the soothing sound of his breathing.
The soft glow of the TV illuminates his features, casting shadows across his face and highlighting the curve of his lips as he smiles at something on the screen. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reassuring rhythm that lulls you into a sense of peace.
It's a moment of pure intimacy, where words are unnecessary, and the silence speaks volumes. Like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together, you and Leon are in perfect harmony, comfortable in each other's presence.
He hums occasionally as your fingernails scratch his scalp; the softness of his hair slipping between your fingers. You absent-mindedly start braiding his hair, your fingers weaving through the silky strands with practised ease. It's a small gesture of affection, one that Leon appreciates, and he lets out a contented sigh as you continue.
As you braid his hair, you feel Leon's hand reaching up to hold yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.
"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, his voice low and warm.
You look down at him, a smile spreading across your face.
"Used to what?"
"This," he gestures towards the two of you, "just being here, like this. It's nice."
You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
"Yeah, it is."
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