Kings And Queens - Kingsman AU

Word count: 3625

Summary: When Y/n’s brother tries to kill her, in order to take over the family mafia, she seeks refuge with the Kingsman. The Kingsman has been trying to shut down the mafia for quite some time, and since Y/n is looking for revenge, she might offer them a helping hand.

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Credit: Moodboard by @itsholyholland  

A/N: I took a break from Tumblr for a while, so that’s why I’m not posting this till now. I most likely won’t update on a regular basis, but I’ll try to get a chapter done every once in a while. I hope you enjoy!

The rain was pouring down, making her drive just a bit slower than she usually would. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and her head was starting to spin. The events of the night was hitting her, thoughts racing through her mind, and she was already debating whether or not she was making the right decision.

Going to the Kingsman was already a bold move, if not completely stupid. They had no reason to trust or even believe her. Why on earth should she suddenly want to help bring down her own mob? She had had several run ins with them already, and to say they were on friendly terms was an overstatement, so they had no reason to help her, even if it would help them.

She didn’t know what to say when she got there, or what to do. Did she just knock on the door, and just waltz in, acting her confident self? As she pulled up next to manor, she didn’t feel anything like her confident self.

She was anything but confident as she walked out, into the rain. Her head was spinning, she was dizzy, her heart was beating so fast and she felt like she could barely stand. Since the adrenaline wasn’t helping her anymore, she was beginning to feel the pain in her body.

She wasn’t sure if she should bring her two bags up to the door or not, so she left them in the car. She had never felt this insecure, this desperate, this helpless. She could always handle it, she always had a plan, she always knew what to do, and she never asked for help, but now? Now she desperately needed help.

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Trust, Respect, and Sacrifice Chapter 2

Oh my god, guys, it’s here!!! I’m just as excited as you are, trust me! For those of you who were hyping this up over the last week, thank you so so much and I hope you like this chapter as well! PLEASE leave feedback if you can!

Also, I’m super proud of myself because chapter 3 is almost done too!!

Previous part is in my masterlist (if I add the link then tags don’t work, sorry)

Pairing - bodyguard!Harrison x daughter of a CEO!reader, enemies to lovers, fake dating

Warnings - Swearing, Alcohol consumption, slight sexual tension, angst

Word Count - 3233

Thank you to @uglypastels for this kick ass moodboard (more to be seen in upcoming chapters)

While you didn’t have a hard time falling asleep that night, you did have a hard time staying asleep. You’d wake up every hour or so, feeling uncomfortable with your door being unlocked while a stranger was in your house, before forcing yourself to go back to sleep. Finally, about the fifth time of having your slumber disturbed, you got out of bed. Head lolling to the side, suddenly feeling incredibly heavy when you tiptoed to your door and locked it as silently and as slowly as you could. Finally feeling safe in your own home, you were able to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.

The following morning was strange. You woke up to the smell of something cooking and panicked. Did you have a one night stand you didn’t remember, who apparently didn’t know the rules and hung around? Was someone intruding in your house, and got distracted by the mostly untouched food in your fridge? It took you at least five minutes to remember that you had an unwelcome guest living with you now. With a tired moan, you threw your legs over the side of your bed, looking for an outfit to wear. You didn’t have any plans, which could be said about most days since you didn’t have a job, except for a few odds and ends things you did for your dad, and only a handful of friends. You settled for an oversized sweater and a pair of jeans with converse before making your bed. You tried to open your door and made a face when it the handle didn’t budge before you remembered you’d locked it a few hours ago. Finally managing to do the simple task of opening your bedroom door, you followed the scents that wafted down the hallway to the kitchen.

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okay not to be controversial and stuff but I'm not so fond of the reader's attitude at all! bUT ALSO that bitch Vanessa can go eat a big bag of diccs tbh.

Trust, Respect, and Sacrifice Chapter 1

It’s finally here, guys!! I spent a while trying to perfect this chapter, so I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think!

Pairing Bodyguard!Harrison x CEO’s Daughter!Reader Enemies to Lovers

Warnings - Swearing, Angst

Word Count - 3133

“Some shocking news from Sun Pharmaceutical Industries this afternoon as Vernon Sheffield receives even more threats, now targeting his only daughter, Y/N Sheffield. Our sources say that these threats are coming anonymously and range from threats of abduction to death threats. Vernon Sheffield is taking the appropriate precautionary measures-”

    You turned off the tv with a scoff and a roll of your eyes. This wasn’t the first time some pathetic low-life scumbag had threatened your family, and you slept comfortably at night knowing it wouldn’t be the last. You’d been hearing these “warnings” practically your entire life, and yet no one had ever acted on them, so why would you worry about them now? Your family, well really just your father, was wealthy as he had created a pharmaceutical empire in just over five years after the tragic death of his beloved wife, your mother. In honor and remembrance of her, your dad created an industry dedicated to healing other people with so many different kinds of medicines that you couldn’t even try to keep track anymore, and he named it after your mother’s favorite thing in the world, the sun. You were sixteen years old when you lost her, and while your dad tried desperately to ease your grieving with everything your young heart could ever want, you realized much too young that money truly doesn’t buy happiness.

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Okay so, I didn't get a notif for this????? tumblr what in the heck?,,,,,, but holy shet this is so good girl asdfghjkl

Side Effect | Chapter 6

Pairing: University!Fuckboy!Harrison Osterfield x Plus Size!Fem!Reader Word Count: 4k Warnings: Language, mention of past injury. Summary: But that’s the thing, people have a tendency to hide behind masks.

A/N: It’s been just over a month and I have no excuse aside from writer’s block sucks. My tags list is still open, so if you’d like to be tagged in future parts, feel free to add yourself!

Series Masterlist || Masterlist

Harrison sauntered the outskirts of the art gallery with his arms folded loosely over his chest. He peered up at the wall that was nearly covered from top to bottom with canvas after canvas that had been hung up for any and all to see, his lips pressed in a thin line as he lazily scanned each picture. Low music played throughout the large, main room, your phone buried among the clutter of paint tubes and brushes that lay on the hardwood floor next to you and between the mellow beat of the song and the contrasting wind that blew harshly outside, the sound of Harrison’s footsteps were barely audible to you as you continued to work on the canvas that had been propped against the brick wall in front of you.

You swirled your brush between two colors, the bristles scratching against your palette until you had gotten the exact shade of purple that you had been needing and since the gallery was usually empty around this time of the day, you had chosen to take advantage of it and get some extra work done while you waited for your next class to begin. Unfortunately for you, you had found it somewhat difficult to fully concentrate on what you were doing with Harrison occasionally drifting into your peripheral vision. Not to mention his various sighs of discontent that you tried your best to ignore.

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Side Effect | Chapter 5

Pairing: University!Fuckboy!Harrison Osterfield x Plus Size!Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: Language, some cute fluff, a little angst if you don’t blink. Summary: But the fact of the matter is that it was you. It was you and damn it, he cared about your opinion.

A/N: Very sorry that this chapter is a week late, ahh! I just couldn’t bring myself to write properly to get it up on time so I hope this makes up for it! My tags list is still open, so if you’d like to be tagged in future parts, feel free to message me!

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You rested back against the brick half wall that lined the edge of the courtyard, the coolness from the rock long since seeping through the denim of your jacket and spreading across your skin. Your legs sat outstretched in front of you, one ankle crossed over the other as an open textbook on Folk Art Murals sat nearly abandoned on your thighs while your eyes gazed absently to the horizon, lost in thought.

Everything outside was calm and peaceful as the golden hour approached its peak, a warming glow casting long shadows across the ground and bringing with it a stillness that could match that of a gentle snowfall in the middle of winter. There was no rush, no clamoring students trying to make it to class on time. There was just this, and it was nice. You knew you should have been studying, this being the perfect time to do so but unfortunately, your jumbled thoughts refused to be as still as your surroundings.

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on the air ( prologue )

Synopsis: Your radio program receives its first ever caller…only to complain about a certain segment. Little do you know that he’s not going to stop bothering you both on the air and off. Pairing: uni!Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 3.1k~ A/N: i’ve got absolutely no knowledge about radio stations so i’m so sorry if anything’s wrong. also - laying all the foundation for this - probably will start to pick up in part one. as always, i appreciate any - if at all - feedback. aka please give me feedback.

There were certain aspects that made autumn reign the supreme season in your mind. From the colorful leaves that swirled around to coziness of the sweater weather, you lived for the moment the air turned crisp and autumn came to visit. While others considered January the start of a new change, your heart said that fall season signaled new beginnings. After all, autumn meant the start of a new school year which had just as many resolutions as a new year did. 

You knew it wasn’t a popular opinion, but you loved coming back to campus after break. Summer was great, but there was something comforting about returning back to the quad. Yes, of course lugging up all your belongings into your new dorm room was always a pain. Yet there was a satisfaction when you finally tidied up your room making it feel like a home away from home, a small victory that you relished.

And nothing excited you more about arriving back on campus than getting to see your uni friends. Even though it had only been a couple months, you would break into a sprint and crash into all your closest friends with a hug when you spotted them; the reunion may have been a bit dramatic, but text messages and FaceTiming didn’t have quite the same effect as seeing someone in person.

Coming back to campus also meant another year of being a radio host. What started off as a fun proposition during your university’s activities fair turned into one of your favorite activities. 

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This is so nice, i'm excited for what's to come!💕💖

Meant To Be | H.O

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Sister!Reader

Summary: When you’ve to return home for your brother’s wedding, you’re faced with a past that you wish was your future. 

Moodboard by @mobtomsgirl - thank you so much!

*** contains smut

Completed on the 08/10/18

Side Effect | Chapter 4

Pairing: University!Fuckboy!Harrison Osterfield x Plus Size!Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.9k Warnings: Language, angst, very slight fluff. Summary: He was putting on a show, making you think he was something different than what he was because he wanted to drag you down, too.

A/N: What happens when Samm is totally disconnected from her character’s emotions so she listens to Breaking Benjamin to try and compensate? Well, we get this. Again, this chapter isn’t at all what I originally planned but I’m happy with the outcome :3 My tags list is still open, so if you’d like to be tagged in future parts, feel free to message me!

Series Masterlist || Masterlist

One, two, three, breathe…

Harrison’s eyes were dark and focused, trained on the deep red colored punching bag that swayed in front of him with every powerful hit that he threw. Each time his fists would connect, a shock wave of pain would shoot through his wrists, into his biceps and spread through his shoulders in a hot, searing pulse. He was in pain, his aching muscles crying out for him to just stop and give them the relief that he was fighting so hard against. But he couldn’t stop. Instead, he continued to dig deeper and claw at any amount of strength that he had to keep going because he feared that if he stopped, he wouldn’t have anything left to focus on and keep himself distracted. He feared he’d be forced to acknowledge the pain in his chest that he had managed to ignore thus far.

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kiss me again // h.o.

so in typical me fashion i missed the deadline for two writing challenges which i combined into one piece. so here’s that!! super late!! sorry guys!!! one was @loserparker​‘s 3k w/ “people are staring” and the other was @upsidedownparker​‘s 5k w/ “that doesn’t change anything”

Things between you and Harrison hadn’t always been complicated. Your apartments were opposite each other and you met when you’d both stumbled home from different parties to find your roommates had locked you both out. You’d texted your roommate to leave the door unlocked as an hour or so into the party, before you’d gotten too drunk you’d realised you had left your keys at the apartment. Harrison’s had locked him out out of spite because Harrison hadn’t wanted to go home earlier and his roommate was the one with the keys. So you both found yourselves leaning against your doors telling each other how you wound up in your current position. It wasn’t long before you crawled over and sat beside Harrison, the pair of you bonding over being quite skilled at beer pong and recounting stories of other drunk shenanigans you’d gotten up to in the past.

It’d been almost an hour and you and Harrison had been laughing practically non-stop, not a care in the world for how loud you were being despite it being just after 4am. Harrison was launching into another spiel about a beer pong victory when the door gave way behind you both, sending you tumbling backwards and Harrison’s arm swinging out and colliding with your nose in the process. He apologised through laughter as you held your hand to your face, also laughing.

“Do you two wanna be any louder?” a grumpy voice asks.

You look up to see a very tired looking guy with messy brown curls glaring down at you.

“Tom!” Harrison calls, using the door frame to pull himself up. “Thanks for letting me in, mate. Finally.”

He reaches down and grabs your hands and helps you up before dragging you passed Tom and to his room.

“If I hear a single noise out of either of you, next time I’ll make sure you’re in the hall the whole night.”

“Whatever, mate.”

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