#rizziewinnie

Edit: HOLY SHIT THANK YOH GUYS SM IM NOT TAKING TS DOWN ILY ALL 🥹🥹

summary: Its just another late night drive when the radio kicks in and says everything Dean is thinking

pairing: dean winchester x reader ( f )

notes: i just adore this song and i thought it would be cute

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We were driving back after a long hunt, maybe that’s why he got so honest.

“Hey, y’know you ever need anything, you can ask me, right?”

I turned toward him, leaning back against the bench seat. “Where did that come from?” I said, a small smile pulling at my mouth as he glanced at me before fixing his eyes back on the road.

“Quit makin’ me sound like a sap,” he muttered. “I’m just sayin’. You need anything, just call, okay?”

And then, because the universe has a sense of humor, the radio crackled and James Taylor’s voice drifted through the static.

“When you’re down and troubled, and you need a helping hand…”

Dean groaned. “Jesus.”

If it weren’t so dark, I would’ve seen the blush creeping up his neck.

I bit back a grin. “So, safe to say I’ve got a friend, right?”

He just shook his head, but his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.

“you just call out my name,” i sang along softly. “and you know wherever I am” And as i sang, it was like my silent confirmation. A reciprocation and a promise back to him.

God, did he love it when you sang. He tried his best to etch the sound of you into his mind, and this time, he even hummed along.

For a moment, it was like time had stopped around you. Like your souls were speaking, vowing to be there even on the darkest days.

It stayed that way until my eyes fluttered shut to the sound of the Impala’s engine and Dean’s quiet humming.

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summary: a certain vigilante lands on her fire escape bleeding, and she helps.

pairing: jason todd x oc

a/n: i’ve been really into dc lately and this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. she’s got depth trusttt.. lmk if you want more parts

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It was unexpected, the way it started. But she couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“God, finally…” she exhales, locking her door and dropping her bag onto the couch. She barely has time to sit before a sharp thud hits her window.

“Jesus—”

The Red Hood is on her fire escape.

Normally, she wouldn’t open her window for a stranger. But there’s blood. And its literally the Red Hood.. controversial or not, he helps people.

So she has to help him too.

She slides the window open, eyes scanning quickly. “Are you dying?”

“No—” He cuts himself off with a cough. Even through the mask, she knows there’s blood.

“Hold on.” She’s already rushing to her bathroom, grabbing her first aid kit.

“I’m fine… I just need to sit for a bit…” The strain in his voice gives him away.

“Stop. You need help.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Fine, no you don’t,” she snaps, already working. “I’m forcing it on you, okay? You’re still big and tough. Just shut up and let me help before you pass out.”

She presses down on the wound, trying to slow the bleeding before wrapping the stab wound.

Even with the mask

(though it was frustrating not being able to read him)

she could tell, he’s grateful.

Out of all the people she could’ve been, she didn’t ask questions, and she let him keep his pride.

“Im gonna get you some water”

But the second she turned away, he vanished. Not noticing until she turned back.

“You’re welcome!” an annoyed shout flowed out her window before she shut it. “Did i just meet the Red Hood” she plops down on her couch muttering to herself. “What a way to start the night..”

She tells herself it doesn’t matter.

But a part of her hopes that he’ll come back. Leave a note. Something.

He never does.

Eventually, it fades from the front of her mind.

But not completely.

It sticks with him.

The fact that she helped with no strings attached. Like he forgot that was even possible. That there was any goodness left in Gotham.

So, as a weird way of thanking her, he adds her walk home to his patrol route.

You know. Just in case.

And yeah… maybe he starts getting gas at the station across from her place.

But that’s just convenience.

Obviously.

About one week later was when their paths finally crossed again. She was on her late night snack run as always.

“Hey Pete!”

she dapped the middle aged man behind the counter making his warm smile emerge.

“Busy today?”

She headed towards the coffee with her eyes practically closed like she owned the place. The man pulled out a bag of chips from the rack next to the counter like he did every night.

“not too bad.. I think the crime is finally goin down this part of the city.”

(Was this partly due to Jason picking up patrols here? Possibly…)

”Yeah? thats good.. city needs a break.” She placed her coffee down, paying the same $7.28 she always did, grabbing the bag with her other hand.

“They talk all this shit on the news but im thinkin these kids runnin round with masks really make a difference..”

“Yeah..” she says softly “yeah i think they do too.. “

“You stay safe out there Aylin..”

“You too.. G’night Petey” she steps out with a wave.

That’s when she sees the bike.

Gorgeous. Black, with red accents.

She crouches slightly, taking a closer look—

Then feels a presence behind her.

Before she can turn—

“That’s my bike.”

She straightens, turning to face him.

Tall. Broad. Built like he could break something without trying.

He sounds like he’s trying to be intimidating, but not very effective.

“S’pretty cool…” she says, unfazed.

But then she notices it.

The flicker in his eyes.

Like he’s seen a ghost.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He goes quiet, like he said too much already.

What the hell is my luck.

(then again, what did he expect being so close to her apartment.)

“Uh… I have to go.”

His voice drops lower as he pulls on his helmet and swings onto the bike.

“Okay…?” she says, watching him.

And just like that, he’s gone.

She blinks after him.

“…Two for two on weird guys.”

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summary: dean's in his head again about you. Thinking about all the things he wish he could tell you

pairing: dean winchester x reader ( f )

notes: im back take pity T-T

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You always did that. After a while researching, you’d flick your glasses up, crack your knuckles and take a deep breath sitting criss cross on the chair. Like clockwork. Almost every time. When you get bored, you’d start doodling or spinning the pencil between your fingers. Sometimes you'd hum, sometimes you'd look at me. But I always pretended I didn't see. Didn’t want to risk loosing it.

And when ever you caught me looking (which you always did) you'd give me that look tilt your head with big puppy dog eyes and say ‘what?’ with the biggest grin on your face. Like you knew what it did to me. But i know you didn't, at least not to the extent that it did.

After a while, sam started noticing too. Had to be a little dickhead start leavin me alone with you, like that was gonna make anything better. It made it worse. Here i was watching you like an idiot. I mean you were just makin coffee. God you have a problem. Cant function without at least a cup. not that i blame you, you make a mean cup…

And here we are, another night. I swear one of these days its gonna kill me. The way you sit there so effortlessly, the way you're still here. I mean god knows me and Sammy are the people you are supposed to be far away from, and yet we draw people in like a magnet. Drew you here like one. And you keep coming back.

I push and push, at least i tried to, but you keep breaking past every wall ive put up. You break them faster than i can put one up. So here i am, after everything thinking about you. For gods sake ive been through hell and purgatory and everything in between and here I am thinking about you.

You’ve got no clue how you make me feel. Its crazy but it feels like everything is okay. Like I haven't fucked everything up. That maybe i can be good after everything. I used to beat my self up when I got stuck starin, but i think ive accepted it. Its just my fate that Im here and you chose to stay. You know what we deal with and you decided to stay. So Im gonna hold on as long as i can. Be selfish for once. The exception.

And your voice.. man your voice is unreal. I swear its like a spell. It drains my drive to fight. I hear you laugh and it all melts away. Youre like the cure to my cold fucked heart. And so i look at you and I see the light radiating off you, flowing out to me. I swear its like im better just by being round me. Sammy sees it too. you make me want to do better.

But I could never tell you. part of me wishes i could, but we both know id die before it came outta my mouth.

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I post more art on tiktok @rabidfiddlerjuice

This one is a bit chopped because i started losing it so just squint 😉

Also do u guys like seeing the ref or just the piece?

summary: as the days go on he realizes how you are his six blade knife that he’d do anything for.

pairing: dean winchester x reader ( f )

notes: god name a more dean song lmao

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One night is all it took. Sam was sleeping in early, the two of you decided to decompress. It was Friday after all. And something you said that night, on the way back, carved out a stone in his soul.

“You know you don’t have to earn the right to love and be happy right? And when you do find it, its not gonna kill you to keep it..”

You muttered turning away to look at the window. It was probably the drinks talking but it really got to you sometimes. His martyr complex was exhausting and he didn’t even know he was doing it half the time. He just couldn’t let himself be happy.

God if anyone else had said that, he wouldn’t have even let himself think about it. He would’ve gone straight for defense. But he didn’t do that with you. He couldn’t. He stayed silent the rest of the way back, only the sounds of baby and the radio ringing between you two and your words reaching to the deepest parts of his mind.

It had been two weeks since then. You, Sam, and Dean just got back from a particularly grueling hunt. Dean hadn’t been the same since that night. Its like you were plaguing his mind and you noticed.

You noticed.

He’d be driving to the next case, and he’s watching you.

You’re at the bar getting a drink, he’s watching you

There you are just researching, and there he is, watching you.

“Im gonna hit the showers.” Sam said, grabbing his bag and leaving you and Dean alone.

You sit on the crappy motel bed tending to some cuts you got, cleaning and patching, when there he was, leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on you.

“Can’t tell if you’re trying to scare me or talk to me.” You said with a quiet laugh, not looking up.

If he hadn’t been thinking about it for days on end, your words would’ve caught him off guard, but he stayed steady. But he’s gaze shifted now, like he was studying you.

“Depends…” he says in a tone you’ve never heard before. Almost like it hurts him a little, but his look told you otherwise. “You gonna stop lookin’ at me like that?” You could see the ghost of a grin starting to form.

“Like what, Dean?” The words coming off softer than you intended.

He doesn’t answer right away. The sound of him crossing the room fills the silence. Boots against the cheap carpet, sounds of running water, and the faint creak of the mattress when he sits down beside you.

“Like you wan’t me to cave.. like you want to see me break.”

You finally glance up and his eyes are the same as they were in the Impala that night. Guarded and a little wild, like he’s trying not to step into something he can’t undo.

And just like that, effortlessly she says, “I think you already have.”

That’s when it hits him, she’s a blade. Every word, every glance, a new edge pressed against him. The closer he gets, the deeper she cuts, and he can’t help but lean in.

Every word, every glance, it’s like she’s tuning him, peeling him back to something truer. The closer he gets, the deeper she sinks in, and he doesn’t even fight it anymore.

She hums through him, quiet and certain, the only thing that’s ever felt steady. God help him, she’s the wound, the weapon and the only one who ever saw him clean through. And he knows he’d do anything for her.

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