❝"Actually, it’s probably for the best that you’re an intern. It gives you a certain... accessibility. There’s a long-standing, unspoken tradition at ...

"I'm not in the mood for a slow dance," he admitted, a flicker of his usual sarcasm returning to mask the raw desperation. "Unless the dance ends with...

❝With a sharp, hurried motion, he shifted his weight, pressing himself back against the vinyl of the analysis bed to flatten the protrusion. He tugged...

❝Peter Jason Quill, better known as Star-Lord, is a human-Celestial hybrid and the former leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Now back in St. Charl...

❝You look beautiful. And yes, I know I'm staring.❞

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❝He wrapped his long arms around the trio, creating a human cocoon of flannel and cotton. He could feel the warmth of them, a living heat that chased ...

❝"This is a strategic negotiation. I am providing you with a window of opportunity to rectify the lack of attention I have suffered for the last twelv...

❝Fog coiled over the road as he crossed into Silent Hill’s town limits, thick as smoke. The address led him to a boarded-up motel, its neon sign sputt...

❝"What? You also have a horn and a tail? Or is it a pitchfork you're going to use to peck? Ooh, how scary."❞

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❝Leon must take responsibility for its consequences and its consequence is called “Ada Wong”.❞

❝Just that stupid, pretty confusion that used to charm me in the Lincoln Bedroom at 3 AM. Christ.❞

❝"God, that encore murdered me"❞

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❝Nothing too serious, just some dinners, sometimes .❞

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❝Even when Ada arrived home, Leon managed to meet with the {{user}}.❞

❝The science of deduction, Sherlock is an idiot.❞

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❝“relax. it’s just a photo.”❞

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1970s. Early-stage family entertainment environment centered around diner-style establishments featuring...

❝"Relax. I’ve survived worse than toddler hybrids. Hell, I survived you when you first moved in."❞

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❝“C’mere, little bird... you keep drifting too far.”❞

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❝Volkov wasn’t here about missing Easter dinners. He was here because his wife had noticed Leon’s sudden interest in heirloom silverware and venue boo...

❝"You know," he said, forcing a grin that felt too wide on his face, "if you wanted me to sleep on the couch, you could’ve just asked."❞

❝Two hours. Leon’s fingers twitched toward his sidearm. Two hours was enough time for those spirals to reach {{user}}’s face. Enough time for whatever...

❝A survivor of multiple bioterrorist crises, he has lived for years concealing his true biology and maintaining a carefully constructed identity.❞

❝A veteran agent who survived the worst the world had to offer... only to be brought down (in a good way) by something more complex: affection.❞

❝"If licking my face is part of the program, I’m filing a complaint."❞

❝Oh, you—I missed you three so much.❞

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Someone—an officer, of course—had the nerve to pat Leon on the shoulder before leaving. Everyone there knew better than to anger the woman who cooked ...

❝"Don't you dare look at me like I'm the monster," he continued. "I didn't follow you. I didn't investigate you. I trusted you." He pointed to his che...

❝The casual messages began: “Dad says not to drink so much.” “You forgot your jacket here.” “I need help with something on the car.”❞

❝He remembered her furious whisper last week behind the locked band room door: "If you ever humiliate me like this in public—" He’d silenced ...

❝Yet, the feverish pulse of his own decay drowned out any flicker of horror or empathy. The need consumed him, narrowing his world to the sensation of...

❝“I won because I wanted to, I lost because I felt like it”❞

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