#dizzy writes (fanfics)

[capquinn]

Sunday | Q. Hughes

summary: A lazy Sunday morning... pairing: reader x quinn hughes content: nothing but tooth rotting fluff word count: 1k ↪masterlist

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“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."

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The morning light slips through the blinds, casting soft, golden stripes across the room. It dances on the walls, wrapping you both in a warm, quiet glow. It’s the kind of light that only comes in the last days of summer, when the air feels just a bit cooler in the mornings, but the days still stretch long into the evening. There’s something almost ethereal about the way it floods the space, filling every corner with a peaceful stillness.

You’re both wrapped in the tangled mess of white sheets, limbs entwined. Quinn's chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, the gentle warmth of his skin brushing against yours. The world beyond the window might as well not exist; here, in the cocoon of soft linens and golden light, it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the last days of lazy summer, sheltered from the chaos of life outside.

You glance up at Quinn, his face half-buried in the pillow, hair slightly tousled and falling in soft strands across his forehead. The sunlight dances on his face, illuminating the faint freckles scattered across his nose. His expression is soft, radiating the kind of peacefulness that only comes when you know you don’t have to be anywhere else but here. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows on his cheeks, but there’s a contentedness in the way he looks at you and a lazy, easy smile playing at the corners of his lips that makes your heart flutter.

You shift a little closer, pressing your cheek against the pillow and propping yourself up slightly on your elbow. Your hand moves instinctively, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble that’s grown in over the weekend. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again, meeting yours in that sleepy, comfortable silence.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."

His brows quirk, but he doesn’t say anything, just watches you with a curious gaze. The warmth of his eyes pulls you in like it always does, the mix of green and hazel almost impossible to decipher. They’re mesmerizing... The way the morning light catches in his irises, turning the hues of green and hazel into something almost magical. They shift with the light, as if the exact colour of them depends on where you’re standing, or how close you are.

Luckily, you’re the only one who gets to see them this closely.

That thought makes your heart swell. This quiet intimacy between the two of you, tucked away from the world in the soft glow of the morning. His eyes, those incredible, ever-changing eyes, are just for you in this moment. A warmth blooms in your chest, a sense of comfort and belonging that’s almost overwhelming in its simplicity.

“You have such pretty eyes,” you say softly, the words slipping out without much thought.

A faint blush creeps across Quinn’s cheeks, and he shifts slightly under the covers, glancing away for just a second. His reaction is almost bashful, as if no one’s ever said something like that to him before.

Quinn opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it again, a soft chuckle escaping him instead. His cheeks flush a deeper pink, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“Stop,” he mumbles, his voice muffled, laced with that shy, nervous laughter. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until you’re pressed up against him.

You laugh lightly, brushing your fingers through his messy hair as you feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off him. “I’m serious,” you whisper, leaning in just a little, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “They’re like... impossible to figure out. Sometimes they look green, sometimes hazel... So pretty.”

He groans softly in protest, his face still buried against your neck. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not,” you insist, your voice playful, trying to keep the moment light. You feel the soft rumble of his laughter against your chest, his body vibrating with the sound. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

His breath hitches slightly at the words, and for a moment, he just stays there, his face hidden in the curve of your neck, as if he’s too shy to even look at you. But then he shifts, lifting his head just enough to press a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips linger there for a second longer than usual, his lips warm and tender against your skin, as if he’s gathering the courage to speak.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, your heart swelling at the softness of his confession. “Well, then they’ve clearly never looked at you the way I do.”

He glances up at you finally, his eyes catching the light again, and for a second, neither of you say anything. There’s no need to. The moment is so simple, so mundane in the grand scheme of things, and yet it feels like the most intimate thing in the world. Just you, him, and the quiet of a lazy summer morning.

Quinn’s lips curve into a small, shy smile, his face still flushed as he leans down to press his forehead against yours. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you murmur back, your fingers brushing lightly over his arm. “But I’m right.”

He laughs again, this time a little more freely, and pulls you closer into him until your legs are tangled together beneath the sheets once more. There’s no rush to move, no urgency to do anything but just be. You have this one last weekend together before everything picks up again — work, hockey, life — and for now, that’s more than enough.

[endollvors]

Yo, you know Rise of Red, the Time Travel Descendants film about time travel? What if it didn't have time travel, and also the character arcs were complete and made sense as a single work.

Welcome to the Urban Resistance AU. It's a game of cat and mouse through Auradon. The Queen of Hearts does her Coup and Chloe and Red escape, but instead of using the Pocketwatch, they have to learn to trust each other and get along while escaping the card soldiers and attempting to thwart the sweeping changes of the new Regime.

Chloe, Our Knight in Shining Armor and face of the resistance, skilled in close quarters combat and community organization, has to stop being precious about how to accomplish her goals and accept help from unlikely places. Her glass slipper shatters when she stops holding back and lands a roundhouse kick on a guard to protect Red.

Red, Our Shadow behind the scenes, familiar with how her mother thinks and plans, good at stealth and parkour, and the only person in Auradon with practical, structured, magic training that's not in prison, has to learn how to work with other people and gain their trust. It's revealed at the climax that her supposed betrayal in the second act was a planned ruse.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

For the WIP Word Guessing Game -- in honor of your love of the Cat King, how about "cat" or "kitty?"

Hellllo thank you, friend!! 💛 I DO love that Cat King! So this is from a little Cat King backstory thing that I started and will maybe finish one day, who knows 😅

You were just a tomcat nobody like any other when you showed up, put those mousing claws to good use. And she was just a woman, curling her lip at your mangy coat. Both of you just normal, non-magical creatures with a need the other could fill. She had a pest problem, and you had an empty stomach. 

… She doesn’t like cats, is the only thing. But you were useful. Mice are a pain in the ass when they get in your grain stores, and you know those pioneer types. Bitches love grain. 

That was kind of the sweet spot. The high point of your very, very long acquaintance. When you ate her mice, and she left you the fuck alone.

It was all downhill from there.

Because one day she got — understandably — sick of that husband of hers, and went and got herself some magic to teach him a lesson.

Now, witches and cats, that’s a classic combo. So you went from being her resident mouser to her fucking familiar. Promotion? Sure. 

Thing is, she still fucking. Hates. Cats. 

Send me a word and I'll reply with a sentence/paragraph/section from my WIPs that contains it! ^_^

[spontaneousful]

okay you guys have won me over (liking my post) im going to tell you some more about dizzie's gardening manual

lizzie is from another country, she arrived in daring's home country as a foreign exchange student. will have to figure out everything about this

daring moves to book end and gets a job at the flowershop at 22, the owners of the flowershop are ashlynn's parents

i'm trying to write my timeline of events and basically i need act 1 of daring and lizzie to take up the same space as the huntlynn wedding i also need to find a reason for lizzie to be a part of all of this wedding planning

basically, i need to plot out the huntlynn wedding story, sprinkle in my dizzie and then write everything from the dizzie pov. i feel like im making this harder than it needs to be

daring does cheat on lizzie in this while they're in high school, so i'm sure that's going to be fun

ages?? ashlynn - 28, hunter - 27, daring - 38, lizzie - 38, kitty - 40

what was daring going to college for guys? probably not important bc he dropped out

lizzie has a bachelor's in business

daring still flirts the way he did in highschool (dramatic gestures, advanced wooing techniques, moves that presume you already like him because he's him) and lizzie still finds it cringe

i have daring a lot more figured out than i do lizzie, like i'd say daring's almost fully fleshed out because it was his shiny-ass teeth that started all this

oh, and here's a little sneak peak at how they meet courtesy of the headcanon post i never posted that this au was supposed to stop at:

♡ Lizzie Hearts rocks up with a shaved head and muscled arms covered in tats ♡ She's also gotten her signature heart over her eye as a tatttoo ♡ Daring is staring (respectfully now, he's a changed man) ♡ He brings her some flowers and an apology and she slams the door in his face

[thelilylav]

Thinking about Daring and Lizzie. Thinking about Lizzie breaking up with him because he would never feel at home in Wonderland, and she would always feel guilty for it. Thinking about her choosing her people over her prince, her responsibility over her happiness. Thinking about her telling him that he has his siblings in Ever After, but she has no one, and vice versa. Thinking about Daring pleading with her to not let him go and her telling him that it will be for the best, that one day he'll find someone who will make him happier than she ever could. It's for the best.

Thinking about her seeing him a year later, standing hand in hand with a brunette and smiling ear to ear. Thinking about how she'd turn away from them and smile, happy for them even as her heart ripped open. Thinking about how he found someone who would let him be their world when she couldn't. Thinking about how she'd whisper,

"I told you so."

[mausuwinasa]

HI. NEW MULTI-CHAPTER FIC IM WORKING ON. GO READ IF YOU LIKE LESBIAN VAMPIRES AND/OR ARE DESPERATE FOR MORE DIZZY.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Do you ever get that feeling in your chest when you finish writing a project that you’ve spent a lot of time on? Do you? Do you get it?

[ofseaandstarz]

sometimes I look up from my work and my English teacher is just gone

[bedsheet-gh0st]

I keep having to take a lot of lie-down breaks, but chapter 2 of Villain is in its editing stage! I’m also in the last stages of diagnosis for this mystery ailment, sister to anemia (which is what has been draining me for the past oh I don’t know THREE YEARS) so regular updates are around the corner. Thank you dear readers for your patience.

[superwingscentral]

so i recently made a book and thinking abt compiling all my little writings (hopefully) in this

and i started with sw ofc!! just something short and silly.

[dizzyp0p]

ghost of you(r kiss)

Summary: Some not-so-friendly neighbors make a few warranted threats.

Chapter 2

“They’re loud. Like you.”

Since there was no food in the mansion (much to the shock of everyone, oddly enough), the sextet decided they should all go out to eat somewhere and then go grocery shopping. It gave them an opportunity to explore the small town and they were even able to spot the beach in the distance which excited the girls in particular. And Peter. And James too.

Remus was more interested in finding a bookstore. Really, that was the least surprising thing to James but to everyone else (except Lily of course who was practically Remus²) it was inconceivable.

“I bet there’s one around here somewhere,” James said looking around the town as the group of them walked through the streets.

The town was quaint and quiet. The air smelled of salt from the ocean. From where Black Manor stood in the small town, the ocean waves could be heard and to James, they sounded marvelous . They were practically beckoning for him and the rest of his friend group to go and run themselves into the water. James was all for going to the beach that day but Lily and Remus, ever the voices of reason, convinced the group that their best bet would be to stock up on what they didn’t have in their temporary home.

“We can go to the beach any other day, either way,” Lily offered reasonably, which was met with disgruntled agreements.

Continue reading on AO3!

[adizzyninja]

Huh. So I tried writing a fanfic for the first time ever. I actually got into a really good flow and got the main scene I was thinking of together in like an hour.

Then I reread it and it just sounds SUPER horny now and I have no idea why. It’s an action scene. wtf.

[toadsdrool]

i would love to share with you all a compilations of some of my first prince fanfictions from last years first prince week!

this hope is

a first prince soulmate au!

Alex's palms were sweating so bad he was pretty sure he could drown a small European nation. His suit was sticky with it. He was thankful for the dark color, it would hide the worst of it under his arms. Plus, he couldn’t get his hair to lay right, that morning. June and Nora kept telling him he looked fine, but that was all it was. He looked fine. His mother was the Democratic nominee for President of the United fucking States and her son looked fine. He didn't need to look anything else. He wasn’t the main event. He didn’t matter. But he was there, in Rio, at the Olympics, and it felt like the whole universe was watching him.

Fox

Alex and Henry watch a sad movie (picture Spencer but its Arthur instead of Diana) and snuggle about it.

Alex followed the tear tracks down his splotchy cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.” “No, it was actually kind of nice. Bea’s right it’s a gentle retelling of a shite situation. It was good to see him how everyone else saw him.” Henry took a shuddering breath. “Some things were obviously fictitious, but I like to believe that’s how he felt. He would’ve loved you.”

asking you to stay

Alex and Henry are forced across the pond again and have to fall back into their old methods of being in each other's company (i.e. phone sex). Even though it's been years and they should be past this kind of juvenile back and forth, a love like theirs never ages, never really changes, it's written in the stars.

“Come back. Be here. Please.” He punctuated each phrase with a hard shift of his body slowly but surely pulling himself out of bed. He closed his laptop and gingerly set it on Henry’s empty nightstand. “I would love to. I genuinely am starting to believe they want me to deliver the bloody baby.” 

say it with your hands

Alex 'Dizzy' Claremont-Diaz's parents are both hockey legends, his mom runs the NWHL and his dad was the first overall draft pick in '98. Tragically, an injury that took him out shortly after he joined the NHL, leaving him coaching for the rest of his life. Altogether, Alex has way too much riding on winning the Stanley Cup. Only one thing stands in his way: Henry 'Ice Prince' Fox.

"In June's defense, you are half the height of most of the guys on the ice." Alex shoved him, lightly. "I am perfectly average, Your Majesty!" His face crumpled at the nickname. "I beg you to not." "Okay, baby," Alex said, kissing his temple in apology. "No ice names. No Dizzy, no Foxy. Just us. Let's get to bed, big game tomorrow, or so I hear."

just a little taste

Henry's not taking care of himself while he's away in England. Alex devises a plan to get him back in tip-top shape. Something to the tune of Henry devouring sushi off Alex.

"Okay, so you can tell me to fuck off." He sounded nervous, it made Henry giddy. "I doubt I would see the need." "No." Alex let out a breathy laugh. "I may have taken this too far." "Alex, what have you done?" "See for yourself."

Minutes to Midnight

Minutes to Midnight starring Henry Fox should have been the blockbuster of the century. Alex should have been calling up LGBT+ activists, setting up first looks, and scratching at doors to get a glance at a script. Under different circumstances, he would have. In the current ones, he just did his job. Until he gets drunk and starts to meddle on twitter.

"Great. Love a last minute rendezvous with nepo babies." Alex stretched in his seat, and jutted his chin towards the other chair, a wordless invite for Henry to join him. He nudged the tea towards him and offered his hand, remaining seated. "Alex Claremont-Diaz, charmed I'm sure.” "Yes, well, I certainly love taking time away from my busy schedule to meet with self-assured pricks who can't bother to fact-check themselves before they wreck themselves on Twitter." He took Alex's hand, firm hold verging on too tight squeeze, and shook it, once, before dropping it. "Henry Fox, pleasure."

[number1spongebobfan]

The Can-Do-Crew were working on an important project. They were fixing Farmer Pickle's stable. Lofty picked up heavy wood tiles with the tip of his hook. Dizzy carried wet cement in her backpack.

"Hi Lofty!" Dizzy greeted. "Are you excited?"

Don't say anything, Lofty thought. Be cool.

"The stable's going to look all nice and brand new. There's going to be new and fresh colors. And less splinters."

Dizzy sucked her thumb. There was a huge splinter that had somehow gotten into her opera glove.

"Are you okay Dizzy?" Lofty asked worriedly. Dizzy winced. She was trying to get through with the pain; but the splinter was burrowing deeper every second.

"I'm okie dokie!" Dizzy shouted. She started to cry.

Lofty never felt this nervous before, and he was always a worrier. He couldn't bear seeing cheerful and perky Dizzy this down.

"I'll help you," Lofty said. He knelt down. Lofty yanked the splinter off of Dizzy's thumb. Dizzy screeched; it was a sharp but very short pain, and the splinter was finally off.

Lofty wiped the tears from Dizzy's eyes. She smiled. The little cement mixer kissed the blue tow truck on the forehead.

"Gah! No, stop that!" he flustered. Then Dizzy ran off to play in the woods.

[owl127]

Please update fire forest I can’t wait !!!

*touches microphone*

Testing, testing, one two--

*screeching noise from hell*

*clears throat*

Heeeey, so, yes, I'm working on it, but I kinda got myself into the bumblebee big bang, so I'm working on that? And maybe something for sulemio week? And winter bloom update? And other prompts?

*sweats*

I'm, I'm a --

*faints*

[paranormal-peri]

OH MY GOD

I AM SPEECHLESS

THIS IS SO GOOD OMG

KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING AT THE WALL RN OMG

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THIS GIFT OMG OMG

I’ve been reading a the fic from @paranormal-peri and I really wanted to draw something inspired by chapter 4 “Birthday Cake”! The imagery and descriptions in this fic are so amazing and interesting to read I just had to do something based on it💕

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58008040/chapters/147677968