5 Works by rainbowpillpack
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im watching day of the jackal and i love pierresteban. that was the entire thought process behind this. also they are girls becuase i said so. esteban is part of french intelligence and trying to catch pierre who is a contract assassin. also some other stuff. *jeb bush voice* Please Read It.
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girlbestfriend lesbianism, internalized homophobia, yearning, messy ass best friend, angst with a happy ending. hell yeah. you've probably read a fic like this before. read another one!
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- Part 1 of lie if you have to
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Mark takes a deep breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Seb boldly moves her free hand up around Mark’s waist and up the valley of the older girl’s chest. “Oh, I think I do. It’s just me and you, Mark, no one’s around to applaud you for your restraint."
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I killed you, I love you, and I'm sorry. by rainbowpillpack
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
16 Jul 2022
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When he came inside, usually long after his voice had gone tight and hoarse from praying, his feet inevitably led him to Castiel’s bedroom doorway. It’s not like anything changed from day to day, neither he nor Sam seemed to have the strength to go into it. Dean stood there, robotically cataloging everything that was in the room as if to make sure it was still there. It always bothered him that Cas didn’t have anything personal in his room, aside from that stupid trenchcoat when he wasn't wearing it. Cas didn’t have anything that was his.
He had me, His traitorous brain supplied. I was his.
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- Part 1 of You said I killed you. Haunt me, then.
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If there was an incident that followed Frank’s face in his mind, it was the shootout with the Irish. The massacre, more like. Matt had never been shot, not really, but when he heard Frank’s bullets it was as if the sound blew through every corner of his brain. He would never forget the harsh breaths taken by the cop who tried his best to warn Matt from what he was walking into. Those wide brown eyes that seemed to shake in fear along with the trembling in his voice. Matt thought it was a simple question, not expecting the answer to lead him to a web so ornate it might never be unraveled.
“Who were they? Who did this?”
“N-not they. He.”