Anonymous asked:
What happened to you?
Well, basically, I got knocked out with pneumonia and then a bunch of other unpleasant personal things happened. Truthfully hon, I haven’t been having the best time as of late, but oh well - it is what it is, right?
Anywho, hope you’re having a lovely day! :)
Anonymous asked:
❤❤❤❤ I'm so glad you're back, I was worried something had happened!
Lots has happened but I’m back! Thanks for them message hon, hope you’re having a lovely day.
Anonymous asked:
you're back. *smooches*
Omg I legit just blushed over an anon smooch. *facepalm*But anyway, thanks hon! Glad to be back :)Hope your day's awesome!
enjoy-acne reblogged
Has anyone written a fic where Mark has to deliver the 3 pizzas to house 17 (a quattro stagione and a margherita with onion and pineapple), only for the customer to open their door to reveal Eggsy Unwin?
And Eggsy totally being shocked and vaguely upset and all, “Harry?”
And Mark kinda just pauses and is all, “No, but that’ll be twenty pounds.”
And Eggsy’s totally trying not to be visibly upset and is all, “Sorry mate, you just remind me of an old friend. He, uh, nevermind - here’s the money.”
And Mark’s just terribly curious and asks, “He what?”
“He passed away. Sorry, bit morbid. You have a good night, yeah?”
And Mark’s just real confused and he takes the money, rushes back to the tiny vehicle with Gianni and Bridget in labour and is, ya know, rightly distracted with the birth of a new life and all but then a week after confronts Harry with
“Did you die and not tell anyone again?”
And Harry’s just, “It’s a long story.”
Fuck, don’t make me write this guys. I have a pile of other shit to write.
“It’s always a long story with you. Did you at least tell the ones who thought you were dead that you are not in fact dead?” It might not be his business, but he cannot forget the young man’s haunted look. Clearly, he cares about Harry even if Mark can’t understand why. He loves his brother dearly, but his brother is also the worst little shit in the world. How people not bound by family ties can like him is beyond him.
“Well, the thing is…”
“For fuck sake Harry, don’t make me find you and drag your arse to that “tailor shop” of yours.“ Mark has known his brother is not a simple tailor, but he also understand the need for secrecy and frankly he has enough secret in his own line of work, he doesn’t need to know about Harry’s too.
“You wouldn’t,” the petulance he hears in his brother’s voice gives him flash-back to hours of petty arguments when they had been younger.
“Just try me Harry. That young man was devastated and-” he’s slightly pushing it, but no one should go through the grief of losing a loved one if that loved one is still alive and kicking. But before he can say anything more, Harry interrupts him with a whisper.
“Eggsy…”
Now Mark can only assume Eggsy is the young man’s name (he hopes it’s a nickname, not that he’s judging, but if it’s not the bloke must have suffered through so many breakfast puns that Mark shudders just thinking about it), but the way his brother says it, all yearning like, he knows that Harry must at least very fond of the young man. He suspects it’s much more, maybe even love, and he doesn’t care much about the details, merely doesn’t want his brother to do the same mistakes as him with the people he loves.
“See, just another reason to stop being a twat. Tell your friends you’re alive Harry.”
“I don’t think-”
“You never do,” it’s not true and they both know it, but Mark is really not interested in the hearing the list of all the shortcomings and flaws Harry thinks he possesses. “But seriously Harry, tell them. Tell him. That young man desrves the truth and you deserve a bit of happiness.”
Harry groans at that, because if there is someone more emotionally constipated in the UK than Mark Darcy, it’s Harry Hart. But at least, he doesn’t protest.
Mark would enjoy continuing to play catch up with his brother, but he can hear the baby moving through the monitor, and he’d rather go now than wait for the wailing to start. That and Bridget is finally getting some well-deserved rest and the last thing he wants is for her sleep to be disturbed. He can take care of William.
“Anyway, I fear I’ll have to cut our little chat short, the baby is waking up. Do tell me if you’re thinking of bringing a date at the wedding.
Hanging up on a spluttering and confused Harry is oh so satisfying. But really, his brother only had himself to blame for that one, he’s the one who hasn’t contacted him since before him and Bridget have started gravitating towards each other again. Serve him right for not calling more often.
But as satisfying as it is, it’s nothing compared to the simple joy of holding his son in his arms, this tiny little being that is proof that miracle truly do exist.
*hysterical shrieking* @elletromil !!!
This is an utter delight and could not be better timed! Thank you thank you thank you letsstraightuprunawaytogether you beautiful canadian magical queen you
:D I am so happy you liked it @enjoy-acne ^///^ bringsyoutoalandoffluffinessandmapplesyrup
Here’s a bit more, because why not? ;)
It’s a few months before Harry actually visits him in the flesh and Mark isn’t surprised when his brother timed it perfectly so it will be only him and baby William, Bridget out to find her wedding dress. Not that Harry and Bridget don’t like each other, but if the brothers truly want to catch up, there are some things that Harry simply cannot bring up in her presence.
Be still my beating heart, THERE’S MORE
Anonymous asked:
Babe, missing you!
Aw babe, missing you too!
Anonymous asked:
Haven't seen you around in a while and just known that you'd pneumonia so hope everything is going well for you now and happy new year love ❤❤❤
A very happy new year to you too hon!
And honestly, the pneumonia screwed me over pretty hard, but oh well, I’ll sort it out. Hope to be seeing you around anon! I gotta some serious writing to do, don’t I?
Have an awesome day!
Anonymous asked:
hello lovely person, i hope you are recovering well! if you're still doing these- i'm more thirsty than should be legal for kingsman/bj crossovers where mark and harry are twins, it's nothing new but it's also SCARCE AF and the bits you've got are delightful :)
Ah shucks, that’s so sweet! I’m such a sucker for the Kingsman/BJ crossovers myself - I think it may have to do with having multiple Colin Firth’s in the one room, ha!
Hope you’re having the best day possible you lovely person you!
Anonymous asked:
hi :3 I just finished rereading your accidental roommate au and I wanted to drop by and tell you how much I adore your writing :) I hope you're doing well and I'm already excited for hearing/reading from you again ✨ have a wonderful day :)
Aw, thank you so much! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, my life has been a bit insane as of late. I hope to write something new for you to enjoy soon!
Hope you’re having the loveliest of days, hon. :)
Anonymous asked:
What's up? What's down?
What’s up and down?
My life, ha. Oh well!
Hope you’re having a consistently pleasant and level day hon!
enjoy-acne reblogged
Has anyone written a fic where Mark has to deliver the 3 pizzas to house 17 (a quattro stagione and a margherita with onion and pineapple), only for the customer to open their door to reveal Eggsy Unwin?
And Eggsy totally being shocked and vaguely upset and all, “Harry?”
And Mark kinda just pauses and is all, “No, but that’ll be twenty pounds.”
And Eggsy’s totally trying not to be visibly upset and is all, “Sorry mate, you just remind me of an old friend. He, uh, nevermind - here’s the money.”
And Mark’s just terribly curious and asks, “He what?”
“He passed away. Sorry, bit morbid. You have a good night, yeah?”
And Mark’s just real confused and he takes the money, rushes back to the tiny vehicle with Gianni and Bridget in labour and is, ya know, rightly distracted with the birth of a new life and all but then a week after confronts Harry with
“Did you die and not tell anyone again?”
And Harry’s just, “It’s a long story.”
Fuck, don’t make me write this guys. I have a pile of other shit to write.
“It’s always a long story with you. Did you at least tell the ones who thought you were dead that you are not in fact dead?” It might not be his business, but he cannot forget the young man’s haunted look. Clearly, he cares about Harry even if Mark can’t understand why. He loves his brother dearly, but his brother is also the worst little shit in the world. How people not bound by family ties can like him is beyond him.
“Well, the thing is…”
“For fuck sake Harry, don’t make me find you and drag your arse to that “tailor shop” of yours.“ Mark has known his brother is not a simple tailor, but he also understand the need for secrecy and frankly he has enough secret in his own line of work, he doesn’t need to know about Harry’s too.
“You wouldn’t,” the petulance he hears in his brother’s voice gives him flash-back to hours of petty arguments when they had been younger.
“Just try me Harry. That young man was devastated and-” he’s slightly pushing it, but no one should go through the grief of losing a loved one if that loved one is still alive and kicking. But before he can say anything more, Harry interrupts him with a whisper.
“Eggsy…”
Now Mark can only assume Eggsy is the young man’s name (he hopes it’s a nickname, not that he’s judging, but if it’s not the bloke must have suffered through so many breakfast puns that Mark shudders just thinking about it), but the way his brother says it, all yearning like, he knows that Harry must at least very fond of the young man. He suspects it’s much more, maybe even love, and he doesn’t care much about the details, merely doesn’t want his brother to do the same mistakes as him with the people he loves.
“See, just another reason to stop being a twat. Tell your friends you’re alive Harry.”
“I don’t think-”
“You never do,” it’s not true and they both know it, but Mark is really not interested in the hearing the list of all the shortcomings and flaws Harry thinks he possesses. “But seriously Harry, tell them. Tell him. That young man desrves the truth and you deserve a bit of happiness.”
Harry groans at that, because if there is someone more emotionally constipated in the UK than Mark Darcy, it’s Harry Hart. But at least, he doesn’t protest.
Mark would enjoy continuing to play catch up with his brother, but he can hear the baby moving through the monitor, and he’d rather go now than wait for the wailing to start. That and Bridget is finally getting some well-deserved rest and the last thing he wants is for her sleep to be disturbed. He can take care of William.
“Anyway, I fear I’ll have to cut our little chat short, the baby is waking up. Do tell me if you’re thinking of bringing a date at the wedding.
Hanging up on a spluttering and confused Harry is oh so satisfying. But really, his brother only had himself to blame for that one, he’s the one who hasn’t contacted him since before him and Bridget have started gravitating towards each other again. Serve him right for not calling more often.
But as satisfying as it is, it’s nothing compared to the simple joy of holding his son in his arms, this tiny little being that is proof that miracle truly do exist.
*hysterical shrieking* @elletromil !!!
This is an utter delight and could not be better timed! Thank you thank you thank you letsstraightuprunawaytogether you beautiful canadian magical queen you
Anonymous asked:
Has the pneumonia pass?
Hey hon, the pneumonia has indeed passed! I’d say I’m functioning about 95% now, though catching up on work has been a royal pain in the ass.
Hope you’re doing well yourself!
Apologies for the lack of writing!
Acne's dumb ass thought a small bout of pneumonia would be just dandy. On the mend now though, hope to write soon!
Anonymous asked:
*hugs*
Aw, thanks anon. Hugs for you too!
Anonymous asked:
How are you doing?
I'm a touch unwell, so I hope you're doing better than that anon. Hope you have the best day possible!
Anonymous asked:
Sameage!Hartwin where Harry gets a gift from Eggsy but doesnt know what to do with it because angst
“Hey mate, catch!”
Eggsy threw a poorlywrapped parcel into Harry’s unexpectant arms. After a momentary awkwardshuffle, Harry managed not to drop the thing. He gave it a confused butcursory glance. “What’s this?”
Eggsy flashed him astrange look. “It’s a present.”
Harry glanced down atwhat appeared to be two kinds of wrapping paper, the Christmas giftwrapsomewhat obscuring what was probably Birthday giftwrap. “Why am I holdingit?”
“Because it’s… foryou?”
Harry blinked. “Me?”
“Yeah, it’s from mymum.”
Harry had theunabashed expression of complete and utter incomprehension. “Why?”
“‘S’what mums do, Is’ppose,” replied Eggsy after a beat. “Least that’s what mine does,anyway.” Harry still hadn’t moved and Eggsy couldn’t help but sigh atouch irritably. “C’mon, quit playing dumb and just open the thing!”
There was theslightest pause, but it seemed to shake Harry out of his stupor. “I knewthat,” he replied a touch defensively. “What a ridiculous notion to notknow that.”
“You’re a shit liar.”
“Shut up,” he repliedautomatically as he carefully removed the crooked sticky tape from the package. He proceeded to peel back a flap of paper, smoothing out the wrinklededges while doing so.
Eggsy groaned. “Oh god, you’re one of those people.”
Harry waspainstakingly trying to separate the two different gift wraps without rippinganything. “What do you mean?” Harry knew what Eggsy meant. Hejust wanted to irritate him.
“Just rip the thingopen!”
“Your mother spenttime carefully wrapping this…” Dishevelled, discombobulated, mish mash of ashambled paper monstrosity, “Charmingly shabby chic parcel, so you’ll haveto excuse my meticulousness.”
Eggsy rolled hiseyes. “I wrapped it.”
“Ah, well in thatcase,” Harry immediately tore it open.
“Hey!”