Trap Queen - Epilogue - Let Go

TITLE: Trap Queen
AUTHOR: hiddlestories (aka skyewhittington)
GENRE: Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Sometimes it takes only one mistake to lose everything…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: So guys, this is it for Trap Queen, thank you so much for your support. I started a new fic yesterday, called ‘Old Man’ (click HERE) so if you want to check it out, please do, it would mean really a lot. It is not tagged with the magical Hiddles tag so it’s hard to promote and get to people :) Any feedback would be really great, so please… Thank you for the support and love you had for this this work, it surprised me and made me very happy! <3

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue


I held the chair as she sat down. Her hair looked particularly nice that evening. I noticed how the top layer of her locks was blonder than the rest of her hair. It was thanks to the Sicilian sun her hair was exposed to last two weeks.

“Should we order the drinks? Are they going to be here soon?” she asked me and I said we should. We chose and ordered the drinks and not five minutes later they entered the restaurant. I raised my hand and I saw her pointing at me. He turned around and smiled when he saw us. They slowly made their way to our table.

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My Treasure is You, Baby Girl

This one shot wasn’t requested, but my hormones were spazzing out and I just had to write this. Its basically rich Ashton buying you fancy lingerie and you two having a good time. Feedback would be great! Hope you guys enjoy Ashton Feels Night!! 

Warnings: Smut, Extremely Mild Daddy Kink

Word Count: 5,000

*Extras: I originally wanted to make a playlist of what Ashton would play during this story, but I didn’t have the time. But this is the playlist I listened to when I wrote it. 

My apartment was completely silent when I finally stepped inside its cold and empty interior. A sigh left my lips as I pressed my body to the door so I could close and I slid down its frame until I was crouched down. I held my head in my hands and took a deep breath. There is nothing worse than being alone after a stressful day, but I wasn’t going to hold that against him. Him being my boyfriend, Ashton Irwin, one of the most powerful and talented men I have ever met. To this day, it still surprises me that out of all the beautiful women, dressed up in their cocktail dresses and Louis Vuittons, it was me that he set his eyes on. He wasn’t very subtle about his advances, placing a glass of champagne down in front of me with note telling me to meet him on the balcony. I excused myself from the table where my boss, and several other important figures of the company, sat to meet him. I knew who he was. I was a fan of his band, and since he came head producer of his own company, it was almost impossible to go a day without hearing his name. Every woman in the company wanted him, but no one knew how to steal his heart, but apparently I did. He looked at me like I was something he needed to conquer. He overcame every obstacle life threw his way. He became successful despite the absence of his dad, he became a rock star, despite the ridicules from his classmates, he became a billionaire, despite his band telling him he couldn’t do it without them. But here he was, towering over my frame, looking into my eyes in fascination. I felt my pulse pick up speed as I watched his jaws clench and loosen as he opened his mouth to speak. Time seemed to stop as I anticipated what words would slip past his lips.

“I never knew such a beautiful girl worked for me. Ashton Irwin.” He introduced himself, offering his hand for me to shake. I took it and replied, “I know sir, you sign my checks” and everyday since then, I silently thanked the gods for being so quick witted.

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Naughty Neighbors

Being Luke’s neighbor in a dorm has it's disadvantages. And its perks.

Word Count: 2000+

Rating: R

“Okay you know what, fuck this,” you groan, slamming the textbook you’ve been staring at for the past two hours closed. You would say that you’ve been studying for two hours, but that isn’t the case, all thanks to your lovely neighbor Luke. Despite your appearance- old worn out sweats and a tank top with a messy bun to top it off- you rise from your bed, storming out of your dorm room.

It takes ten knocks for him to hear you over the blasting music. When he opens the door, you curse yourself for losing your train of thought. He stands tall and broad, shirtless with sweats hung low on his waist, hair fluffy and falling out of the signature quiff he wears to class every day. His lip ring contrasts the pink flesh it’s settled on perfectly and it makes you want to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time.

“Oh hey Y/N, what brings you over? Everything okay?” He smiles, leaning up against the doorframe and making you basically fall to the floor right there. Luke knew- of course he fucking knew what he did to you. It was never easy for you to hide it, and he took advantage of it too. Anytime he and his friends got too loud or rowdy you’d go to tell them to be quiet and he’d open the door with that stupid smirk of his and that stupid stupid lip bite and you’d never end up calling your RA.

“No actually Luke it isn’t. I can’t study with your music that loud, I have no idea how you even hear yourself think. You do realize we have finals tomorrow, right?”

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Bad Girls Never Win

For the Anon who asked for Teacher!Ashton. Feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you to everyone for liking/reblogging ‘Your Kitten’ it reached 800+ notes today!

Words: 2,981

Warnings: Smut/Possible grammatical errors cause I wrote this pretty quickly.

         Your heart was racing as you made your way up the stairs to the music hall. It was Friday, the day you simultaneously loved and dreaded. It was the day that you had music theory with the hottest professor you have ever seen in your life. It killed you to have to watch his talented fingers glide across every instrument the school owned, knowing that they would never touch your skin.

           You took your seat two seats in front of the back row, close enough to see the golden flecks in his hair; but still far enough, where he couldn’t catch you staring at his muscles when he raised his arm to pull down the projection screen. Everything about Professor Irwin turned you on and it made you work twice as hard in his class, in hopes of one day catching his attention.


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singing baby, come home | a hoennchampionshipping fic

It had taken far too long to find him. She’d almost given up a thousand times or more, but every time she thought it was time to call it quits, she’d remember his eyes, the way he looked at her like she was somebody.

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Hi. Okay. This is the first thing I’ve ever written for this ship (Hartbig)/fandom/blog. I’m kinda, like, very new to the fandom. I’ve had this finished for a while, but I…I don’t know, I’m kind of worried about people reading it. It might be shite. Also, I have no idea how tags work on tumblr, so anyone sharing this would be incredible. Any kind of feedback would be incredible too. Disclaimers, blah blah. Please read?  

Six Words

Hannah doesn’t think about it a lot. Not really. She doesn’t mean to ever think about it, but it’s as though she almost can’t help herself, she’d be standing in her kitchen washing dishes or maybe trawling through hours of footage trying to salvage a video, and she’d find words creeping into her mind. Six words. Six words about Grace Helbig.

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Good Boy

I posted this earlier, but this is the edited version. Hopefully you guys won’t mind the subtle Halloween theme. This wasn’t requested, but I have a thing for Ashton in his school uniform, so I wrote about it. Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you guys had an awesome Halloween! P.s. I have never written a guy as a sub before, so go easy on me!

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2,882

Never in a million years did you think you were going to find yourself here. Hovering over the beautiful blonde man that has had you in this same position hundred times before.

 “Tell me what you want, baby”, you whispered in his ear as you kissed the sensitive spot behind it. “I’ll give you anything you want.” Started you grinding your hips down on his erection in a circular motion. His breath was coming out ragged and uneven, his face was pink with arousal. You couldn’t help but smile as you silently thanked the gods for putting this man in your life.

 It all started earlier that evening. You were getting ready to go to a Halloween party when Ashton walked in, wearing his old school uniform. He was so excited that it could still fit him. He went on babbling about how it used to swallow him up when he was younger, but you weren’t paying attention to his words. All you could think about was how sexy he looked. The burgundy blazer he was sporting emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and the hard muscle of his arms, while the black slacks that went with them was strained slightly around his thighs, making you bite your lips. His thighs were always your weakness, and right now you were wishing you were biting into those muscles. You walked over you him, and stood behind his towering form so you could look at him up close. Even though you have seen him in his uniform in thousands of times, in pictures that his mom had shown you, this was different. He looked so sweet and innocent, looking at you through the mirror, eyes bright with excitement. He was so happy that he was getting to spend Halloween with you, turning around so he can wrap his arms around you. 

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Stupid Little Things: Epilogue

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Thank you to each and every one of you who stuck with me through this fic. It was the first one I’ve ever fully written and it was a bit rocky at times, and I love you all. Thank you.

Jordan’s POV:

6 Years Later:

“Joseph Tyler, put your sister down,” Luke’s voice causes me to smile as I make my way down the stairs, adjusting my dress as I go.

“She wants to be an airplane!” My son’s voice pleads up at his daddy as I round the corner, seeing his skinny arms wrapped around his little sister’s waist, still holding her in the air. Luke notices me, stopping for a moment to full on stare. 

“Easy tiger,” I roll my eyes, going to pick up my two year old. She smiles her little grin, warming my heart.

“You look spiffy,” I smile, throwing him a wink as he grabs the keys to our Jeep. 

“As do you Hemmings,” he winks back, taking Joseph’s hand as we managed to make it to the car. As soon as were out of the driveway Joseph is asking for music like he always does. I crank up some green day, watching with a fond smile as Haley taps her little combat-boot clad feet against the edge of her carseat. Joseph taps along on his legs and sings every word alongside his dad.

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This is Your Life - Guitar Screaming

I have no clue why, but this moment right here is my all time favorite live switchfoot moment.  That moment in This is Your Life, when Jon picks up his guitar and starts “playing it with his mouth.”  I have decided to put some links to videos of this below, in case any of you wanted to view them (also, this will make more sense after my next few posts.)

San Francisco (2003) - This one has great sound quality.

Liberty University (2010) - WE ARE ONE!

Ventura (2007) and end - If there is no other video you watch, watch this one. Such a great audience and the entire band is on point throughout the entire performance.

Singapore (2008) and end - That ending one is super clear.

The Best Yet Live (2010) and end - Please appreciate Tim at the beginning!!

Atlanta (2010) - This one includes the microphone slide at the end, which I love!

Okay, I think you get the point.  Enjoy!

Harry Styles Smut

I am so nervous to post this because this would be the first time for me to share my incredibly dirty fantasies on tumblr, but I hope you guys like it and enjoy it. Feedback would be great, and if you’d like to request I wouldn’t mind :)

“Would you hush already? I don’t want anyone to wake up to find me sucking my boyfriend off on a tour bus.” I pulled away, slightly panting.

“Well that would be a sight to see, he smirked and ran his hands through my hair for what had to be the hundredth time, but it quickly turned into a tight grip when I gave him a light squeeze to shut him up. “Shit. Sorry, baby.”

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i could stop the world with only just your kiss ~ chapter 4

As promised, Olly and Caroline met up for dinner that night, pleased to see each other after spending the whole day apart. They met at Caroline’s flat, and ordered themselves a pizza, deciding to spend the night indoors rather than risk being caught out. Olly shared some stories of meeting his fans with her, and she smiled hearing him talk about his fans. It was obvious how much he cared for them and appreciated them, and she’d grown to love them, too.

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Everything is set. The contract is signed, the prenup is official; Princess Charlotte and Lord Alvin and engaged to be married. Sure, the two admit, it’s not a match made in heaven, but if you’re going to be forced to get married, who is a better spouse-to-be than your best friend?

What neither of them were expecting was the wedding planner. Darla is beautiful, funny, and full of life. It’s no wonder she’s caught someone’s attention.

Only, it’s not Lord Alvin who has the wandering eyes, or the butterflies in their stomach.

It’s the princess.