#mark renton headcanons
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[Used to be: ronaldrx]
I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday.
My Ao3.
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Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:
Dead Poets Society
Horror
Raúl Esparza
The Simpsons
Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!)
Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in!
And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.
If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.
NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).
Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)
Current number of requests: 10
Last updated: October 29, 2023
Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below.
I WRITE FOR:
ALFRED MOLINA characters:
Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus
DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:
Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man
Bob Taylor
Denham
James Lewis
Johnson
Kurt Goreshter
Lonny Crane
Murdoc
Philippe/Abra Kadabra
Simon Lynch
Thomas Schiff
ETHAN HAWKE characters:
Arthur Harrow
Ellison Oswalt
Goodnight Robicheaux
James Sandin
EWAN MCGREGOR characters:
Alex Law
Catcher Block
Christopher Robin
Curt Wild
Dan Torrance
John Bishop
Mark Renton
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]
HUGH DANCY characters:
Adam Raki
Cal Roberts
Luke Brandon
Executive ADA Nolan Price
Will Graham
KARL URBAN characters:
Billy Butcher
Black Hat
John Kennex
Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Markiplier EGOS:
Darkiplier
Illinois
Wilford Warfstache
Yancy
PAUL DANO characters:
Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]
Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]
Edward Nashton/The Riddler
Eli Sunday
Jay (Okja)
Joby Taylor
Klitz
PEDRO PASCAL characters:
Agent Whiskey
Dave York
Dio Morrissey
Eddie
Ezra
Francisco “Catfish” Morales
Marcus Moreno
Marcus Pike
Max Phillips
Maxwell Lord
Oberyn Martell
Ricky Hauk
RAÚL ESPARZA characters:
Bobby
Dr. Frederick Chilton*
Jackson Neill
Jonas Nightingale
Rafael Barba
Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):
Carlos Reyes*
Eddie Diaz
Evan “Buck” Buckley
Howard “Chimney” Han
Josh Russo*
Mateo Chavez
Paul Strickland
Bobby Nash
Tim Rosewater
TK Strand*
Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):
Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.
Sergeant Mike Dodds
Detective Nick Amaro
Executive ADA Nolan Price
ADA Peter Stone
ADA Rafael Barba
Deputy Chief William Dodds
Little Miss Sunshine:
Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]
Frank*
Our Flag Means Death:
Edward Teach/Blackbeard*
Frenchie
Izzy Hands
Stede Bonnet*
Prisoners (2013):
Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]
Bob Taylor
Detective David Loki
Renfield (2023):
Count Dracula
Robert Montague Renfield
Tedward “Teddy” Lobo
SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:
Asa Emory/The Collector
Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]
Billy Lenz (1974)
Billy Loomis
Bo Sinclair
Brahms Heelshire
Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)
Charles Lee Ray/Chucky
Chop Top Sawyer
Corey Cunningham
Dewey Riley
Drayton Sawyer
Herbert West*
Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull
Lawrence Gordon
Lester Sinclair
Luigi Largo
Mark Hoffman
Nubbins Sawyer
Pavi Largo
Stu Macher
Vincent Sinclair
William Easton
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Qui-Gon Jinn
The Girl Next Door:
Klitz
Eli
Characters from The Simpsons:
Cecil Terwilliger*
Fat Tony
Frankie the Squealer
Grady*
Jack Lassen
Johnny Tightlips
Julio*
Legs
Louie
Moe Szyslak
Ned Flanders
Otto Mann
Seymour Skinner
Sideshow Bob
Sideshow Mel
Snake Jailbird
Timothy Lovejoy
Waylon Smithers*
What We Do in the Shadows:
Anton (Movie)
Deacon
Guillermo de la Cruz*
Laszlo Cravensworth
Nandor the Relentless
Viago
Vladislav
* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course).
Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.
If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.
SHIPS, such as:
BlackBonnet (OFMD)
SteddyHands (OFMD)
Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)
Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)
Dracfield (Renfield 2023)
Buddie (9-1-1)
Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)
Nandermo (WWDITS)
Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)
McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)
Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)
Barisi (Law & Order SVU)
Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)
Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)
Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)
Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)
AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)
ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)
Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):
Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).
Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).
Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).
(Recreational) Drug Use
Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy
Yandere
If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!
My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!
- Jesse
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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MISCELLANEOUS
a mix of fandoms that i have written one or two fanfics for. ⊹₊⋆ = involves smut.
༺☆༻ SAMMY FABELMAN (THE FABLEMANS)
. . . drabbles & headcanons
dating sammy fabelman (gn!reader, fluff)
meeting the fabelmans (gn!reader, fluff)
༺☆༻ DIN DJARN (THE MANDALORIAN)
. . . fics
the shape of you (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆
༺☆༻ GREG HIRSCH (SUCCESSION)
. . . fics
i want to hold you (gn!reader, fluff)
༺☆༻ MARK RENTON (TRAINSPOTTING)
hole o’ the toon (fem!reader, scots language/dialect)
༺☆༻ JOEL MILLER (THE LAST OF US)
. . . drabbles & headcanons
sharing a bed with joel (gn!reader)
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Bruised Knuckles | Mark Renton
Warnings - Reader has punched a wall, mentions/descriptions of injury, mentions of (non-specified) scars, alcohol and drugs, content that some people may find as very similar to self-harm, reader is paranoid and insecure. If any of this triggers you pls don’t continue to read. I’ve tried to note all the possible triggers.
wc - 1.7k
a/n - I’ve had a pretty shitty few days tbh and I still feel the lowest that I’ve felt in months. So I’ve channeled all of that into this fic. It’s quite angst heavy but there’s fluff at the end (what can I say, hurt and comfort is my shit). You may find the reader’s emotions a bit dramatic but I’ve basically self projected on to this and I’m not rlly arsed. Read the warnings and if you don’t like it, don’t read it. I don’t want any shit over this
It’s a cold day in Edinburgh, the skies grey and cloudy over the city.It’s been a long day without Mark. He’s been out since the early hours with Sickboy, no doubt dragged into another of Si’s infamous schemes, leaving you to spend the day alone in your tiny apartment. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the isolation has gotten to you - you slipped, more than once. Yeah, you regret it, but also there’s that nagging need for more at the back of your mind. You try to push it out, to forget about it, but the cold in the air doesn’t help to ease the ache in your knuckles.
The door to the apartment shuts with a click and a jangle of keys, footsteps heading towards the door. He’s back. A wave of relief, before you remember and your chest clenches in panic.
‘Alright, love?’ Mark flops onto the bed with a lazy grin, stretching his arms up over his head.
‘Yeah, fine, you?’ Keep it simple. You busy yourself with a stack of books by the bed, straightening the pile of novels so it’s not about to topple over. Keep the hand busy.
‘Yeah, alright. Si led us on a fucking wild goose chase but we got there in the end, y’know?’
You didn’t know, but you nodded along anyway and let him recount the story. You’re admiring the way his lashes flutter against his pale skin and how his arms flex as his hands come to rest behind his head, when you realise that Mark’s stopped talking. And you’ve stopped moving.
‘Your knuckle...” his eyes dart down to the hand you’ve been trying to hide ever since he walked through the door. Busted.
‘Oh.’ You move to get up, anything to get his eyes away from your swollen knuckles, red lines criss crossing over the flowering purple bruises where your hand collided with a solid wall. Multiple times. The open cuts are still weeping, even though it had happened hours ago.
‘It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.’ You offer a small smile, but it doesn’t fool Mark.
‘No.’ He moves as you do, standing in front of the bedroom door to block your escape. His arms are crossed over his chest, stance serious , but the worry in his blue eyes betrays him. ‘Love. Let me see it.’
He holds out his hand, pale fingers reaching out to you, his skin just as scarred as yours - different actions, same result. He knows how to help. The hand reaching,an offer of support, reassurance, love, all those things that you crave but can never admit. Emotions aren’t your forté - never have been.But Mark knows that. There’s no secrets between you. You almost laugh out loud at the thought. No secrets, but you won’t even show Mark your hand.
Mark would do anything for you, you know that - he tells you all the time. Days spent in bed chatting shit to each other.
‘I’d run to John O'Groats and back for you, y’know?’
‘Would you now, Mark? What about down to Land’s End?’
‘In a heartbeat.’
Bright eyes, wide smile. Your Mark. He’s joking, of course, but his tone is so serious, his answer without a second of hesitation. Your heart skips a beat.
So now, you give him your hand (and your heart).
He takes it tentatively, one cold hand underneath, the other poking at your raw knuckles gently. When one of his prods reaches a tender spot, you wince and he moves his finger away, meeting your gaze in apology.
‘You punch something?’ His brow creases, a hand running instinctively over his closely cropped hair, before scratching at the back of his neck. He refuses to grow it out, no matter how much you try to persuade him, still getting his razor out every other month like clockwork.
‘It’s easier this way.’ He insists. Less hassle in the morning is what he means.
The sting in your hand brings you back to the present.
‘No.’ You look away from Mark’s gaze, knowing that in doing so you’ll give yourself away, but not having the energy or willpower to stop yourself. Much like the ‘incident’ earlier in the day.
‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ Mark huffs, not in anger, but in frustration - frustration that he wasn’t there to help, to calm you down. ‘Let me clean it up, give me a sec.’
His hand rubs at his eyes, scrunched shut for a moment. There’s dark bags marring his pale skin there - he’s tired too. He goes to move to the bathroom, but you grab his arm with your good hand, gripping it as tight as you can. Don’t leave.
‘No, Mark, it’s alright, I’ll sort it.’
But he shakes his head. He doesn’t look happy. Not that you’d expect him to, but...he’s frustrated with you, you can tell.
‘You can’t clean yourself up with one hand. Just wait here, alright?’
The inkling is worming its way in now, from your subconscious to your conscious, until its at the forefront of your mind. He’s angry, he’s disgusted, he’s going to leave. He’s not going to the bathroom, he’s going to the front door so he can get out of here. You’re sure of it.
‘I’m sorry.’ The whisper escapes you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek so no tears will spill. The words are almost silent, your hand dropping Mark’s in defeat.
But Mark turns his head at your weak apology, stopping in his tracks.
‘What? Why -‘
With a jolt, he notices the way you’ve changed - unable to look at him, arms beginning to wrap around yourself, one fist clenched. He knows what’s happening.
‘No, no, love, I’m not angry.’
He’s back at your side in a heartbeat, bringing his hand up to your chest, thumb carefully wiping away the rogue tear that’s tracking a salty path over your cheekbone.
‘I love you. I just want the best for you, alright? I don’t like seeing you hurt, just like I’d fucking hope you wouldn’t like seeing me hurt.’
His face breaks into a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you realise he’s right - of course he is. You don’t want to see him hurt, he’s been through enough, but that’s what you’re doing. He’s hurting just from seeing your hand, it’s obvious from the crease in his brow, the blue of his eyes dulled and flat. Mark’s got too much to deal with already, you’re just one extra problem to add to the mix. You don’t want to be his problem.
And suddenly it’s all coming up to the surface, ready to combust, explode, these emotions that you never really have a grip on. You bottle them up and push them down, so far down that the only way they can escape is through a rush of anger, jagged and uncontrollable.
But instead of that, you bury your face into Mark’s neck and let it out as slowly as you can.
‘I’m sorry, I was angry, I just wanted to feel something. Some pain. I don’t want to make you feel like this. I’m sorry.’
You’re clutching onto the worn fabric of Mark’s shirt like your life depends on it. You can’t possibly let go of him, the only one you have left.
Mark is steady, your rock in a storm of emotions. He listens, stroking your hair, pale fingers threading through the strands to knead at your scalp, knowing it tends to calm you down.
‘You’re alright, I promise. I promise you, love. I know you get angry. I know you. And I know what it’s like to want to feel something, trust me. We can get through it together, or we can be a mess together. I don’t care, as long as we’re together, honest. I’m not going anywhere.’
And the sincerity in his eyes, those familiar bright blue eyes, it convinces you. He means it.
You stay like this for a few minutes, your good hand clinging onto Mark’s ratty jumper, the other grasped tightly (but not too tightly) in Mark’ grip. His right arm is around your waist, pulling you closer, as if in doing so he can pour all of his reassurance, all of his love, directly to your heart. He knows it’s not possible. But he tries anyway. Because he’ll do anything for you. Your Mark.
Mark helps you clean your hand later, shushing you everything you wince (though that isn’t often). His hands are steady and practiced as he dabs at the cuts with alcohol, wrapping the gauze over your knuckles and securing it with some tape, humming to himself as he works, the steady tune in time with his deft movement. He doesn’t look up until the job is done - and a good job it is too. He knows what he’s doing, probably after years of wrapping Sickboy’s hands up in the same way - late nights out in the rough streets of Leith, fuelled by alcohol and amphetamines (and worse)
Mark kisses the bandages gently when he’s done - a silent ‘I love you. I care for you and I love you.’
And you smile, a smile that fills your whole body with warmth, a smile that drowns out the demons, if only for a little while. Because how can you not, when you have Mark. He tries his best and so do you - neither of you can ask anymore. You’ll be a mess together.
‘Let’s order Chinese and watch Dr No, eh?’
Or you’ll get through this together
*~*~*~*
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Dabi is a Mark Renton kinnie
#anime aesthetic#my hero academia#dabi#dabi todoroki#mha dabi#dabi is hot#trainspotting#mark renton#mha headcanons#dabi headcanons#touya todoroki#touya imagine
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Guess who watched Trainspotting and can now add Mark Renton to her list of characters she can write for?
👉 😙 👈
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Masterlist
Make a Request
¬Angels and Demons
-Safe in my arms // Carmerlengo Patrick McKenna x reader
-Some things can’t be resisted // Patrick McKenna x reader
-Not that long // Patrick Mckenna x reader
-Patrick McKenna SFW alphabet
-Patrick McKenna // NSFW alphabet
-Sick Day // Patrick McKenna x reader
-Broken Vows // Patrick McKenna x reader
- Would it be a Sin? // Patrick McKenna x Fem!Reader
¬Arcane
- SFW alphabet // Silco
-NSFW alphabet // Silco
- Drunken Silco headcanons
- Silco Nickname headcanons
-SFW alphabet // Vander
-NSFW alphabet // Vander
- First meetings // Vander x reader
- Apologetic Vander Headcanons
- Impeded // Vander x Reader
- Eventually Together // Vander x Reader
- Vander and anniversaries headcanons
- Vander nickname headcanons
- Vander x shorter reader headcanons
- Vander on Birthdays
- Viktor // SFW alphabet
- Viktor NSFW alphabet
¬Bill and Ted franchise
- Not so Wyld morning // Bill S Preston + Ted Logan x M!Reader
¬Birds of Prey
- Roman Sionis SFW alphabet
- Drunken Roman // Roman Sionis x reader headcanons
-Harley Quinn SFW alphabet
- Breakfast time // Harley Quinn x GN!Reader
¬CATS
- Dance with me // Misto x reader
- Jellylorum and Gus the theatre cat headcanons // CATS the Musical
¬Dead By Daylight
- Dating Ji-Woon Hak Head canons
¬Doctor Sleep
N/A
¬IANOWT
N/A
¬IT
-Summertime // Stan Uris x reader
- Dating Richie Tozier would include...
¬Kingdom Hearts
N/A
¬LOTR/The Hobbit
N/A
¬Moulin Rouge
- Honeybee // Christian x Reader
¬Marvel/Sony
- Hobie Brown SFW alphabet
- Miguel O’Hara SFW alphabet
-Don’t Push It // Miguel O’Hara x Reader
¬Overwatch
-Jesse McCree // SFW alphabet
-McCree NSFW alphabet
- A Final Decision // Jesse McCree x F!Reader
-Slightly Unexpected // McCree x Reader
-Misunderstood Distraction // McCree x Reader
-Illness is a consequence // McCree x F!Reader
- 36 Degrees C // McCree x Reader
- McCree headcanons- Reader with a respiratory disease
- McCree headcanons- Touch-starved, short reader.
- McCree/Ashe + S/O and kids.
-Ashe // SFW alphabet
-Fresh Meat // Ashe x Reader
-Zero Hour // Mercy x reader
-When you get stressed // Various x reader
- Perfection Achieved // Moira x Reader
- Moira O’Deorain nsfw alphabet
- Shy // Junkrat x F!Reader
-Shy part 2 // Junkrat x F!Reader
- Mercy, Widow, & Sombra x fem pornstar headcanons
¬Penny Dreadful
- An Idyllic life is nothing short of Splendid // Ethanessa
-A Day in Bed // Ethanessa
- Work doesn’t equal life // Victor Frankenstein x reader
¬Resident Evil
-Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet
-Karl Heisenberg // NSFW alphabet
-Jealousy comes from love // Karl Heisenberg x reader
- Ethan Winters // NSFW alphabet
- Home // Mother!Dimitrescu x Child!F!Reader
-Home- Part 2
- Bona Fide// Lady D X Reader
-Mortuus Nomen Eius // Lady D x Non-binary reader
- Lady D X affectionate F!Reader Headcanons
- Lady Dimitrescu NSFW alphabet
- Heart of Glass // Lady Dimitrescu x Reader
- Nesiguranta // Lady Dimitrescu X Reader
- Donna Beneviento x half-lycan SO
¬Saw
N/A
¬Shallow Grave
- Alex Law x reader // SFW alphabet
- Murders // Alex Law x Reader
- Motus Nocere // Alex Law x Reader
- Sick // Alex Law x reader
- Drunk Alex Law headcanons
- David Stephens x reader // SFW alphabet
-Time Together// David Stephens x male!reader
¬Sherlock
N/A
¬Star Wars
- Obi-Wan x reader // SFW alphabet
-Anakin Skywalker x reader // SFW alphabet
- Stars //Sith!Obi-Wan x pregnant!Reader
-Travelin’ Soldier // Obi-Wan x reader
-Castle // Darth Vader x Reader
- Featherlight // Padawan!Qui-Gon x Padawan!Reader
¬Stranger Things
- Billy Hargrove SFW alphabet
- Sharing and Caring // Billy Hargrove x M!Reader
- Billy x M!Metalhead!Reader Headcanons
- SFW Alphabet // Eddie Munson
- Steve Harrington // SFW alphabet
¬Trainspotting
- Long time, no see // Mark Renton x reader
¬Marvel
N/A
¬Mortal Kombat
-Liu Kang NSFW alphabet
-Liu Kang SFW alphabet
-Blaze // Liu Kang x Reader
-Nightmare // Liu Kang x Reader
- Mors faces ligavit // Liu Kang x Reader
- Soot // Liu Kang X Reader
-Kung Lao NSFW alphabet
-Kung Lao SFW alphabet
-Kano NSFW alphabet
¬Mortdecai
N/A
¬Misc
- Self Indulgent Headcanon list // Various characters
OCs
Birds of Prey
-The Man of A Thousand Faces - Jerra
- Disbelief // Jerra
- Valerie Steward SFW alphabet
Star Wars
-The Stranger at the Festival -Alaana Rohiikshuul
Sea of Thieves
-The Omen’s Captain - Victor Farley
-A Ship’s Crew- Victor Farley
Misc.
- Safety // James ‘JJ’ Hudson x reader
- Mr Silverman assorted Headcanons
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Simon doesn't share.
When Mark & Simon first move in together it’s strictly a platonic arrangement. Mark moves what little stuff he has into Simon’s spare room and Simon’s surprised at how seamlessly they fall into a domestic routine. Mark finds a job and comes home most nights to Simon cooking dinner. They watch movies together; lights off and volume up. When Simon gets tired he lays down on the sofa and rests his head in Mark’s lap. Mark plays with his hair and they don’t overthink it. When Mark starts seeing someone, Simon becomes needy and petulant. He’s jealous. When Mark brings her home for the first time Simon barely speaks a word but he joins them at dinner and glares daggers at her from across the table. Simon knows it’s childish. He doesn’t care and Mark doesn’t notice. Si bides his time. It’s three and a half weeks of third-wheeling and back handed compliments but he finally makes his move one evening while the three of them are watching a Connery movie. He yawns, he stretches and without a second thought he reclines back against Mark (Because of course Simon would make a point of sitting beside Mark so that his girlfriend couldn’t). Mark’s eyes never leave the screen as Simon’s head falls into his lap and Mark automatically threads his fingers through Si’s thinning, bleached mop. It’s routine. This is the kind of blind intimacy they’ve both grown accustomed to. Simon doesn’t have to look to know they’re being watched but when he does, his eyes meet hers. She’s glaring and Simon smirks; it’s sadistic, pitiless and so typically Sick boy. He silently mouths the word “Mine” and that’s the last he or Mark ever see of what’s-her-name.
#sickrent#sickboy#Renton#Mark Renton#Simon Williamson#headcanon#slash#m/m#Trainspotting#t2#Jonny Lee miller#Ewan mcgregor#rentboy
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taking new requests
yess it’s me!! my life goes shit so i thought, why wouldn’t i do something i enjoy? and also i really miss being active. just a few things before you send your asks:
characters i want to write for : thomas shelby (as always heheh), alfie solomons, alexander mahone, mark renton, will graham, hannibal lecter
i don’t write smut beacuse i don’t know how to tbh.. and i don’t think i’ll have the time to write a long, real fic so i’ll stick with headcanons & drabbles for a while now
i guess that’s it, i can’t wait to hear from you guys! meanwhile i’ll take a look at the requests i’ve received long time ago and we’ll see what happens..
tagging some people i like to spread the word 👉👈 @smallheathgangsters @peakyxtommy @rentskenobi @champagneholland @everyonesawhoregrace @peaky-shelby @argetlam007 @fichtner-fics
#i hope i can do this#am excited!#peaky blinders#mark renton#alexander mahone#prison break#thomas shelby#trainspotting#alfie solomons#hannibal nbc#will graham#hannibal lecter
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T1 & T2 AU:
Mark (Rent Boy), Simon (Sick Boy), Tommy and Daniel (Spud) are a Scottish pop group (called ‘Trainspotting’..get it? idk lol) and when Mark ran away to get out of the spotlight and ‘Trainspotting’ broke up and no one knows where he is, so rumours start to spread around in 2016 about Mark being dead so Mark makes a Twitter account to tweet at like TMZ or something:
TMZ: Mark ‘Rent Boy’ Renton dies at 46, Rest in Peace 😔
Mark ‘Rents’ Renton: @TMZ uhh.. am I dead??
and fans go batshit crazy and Mark an hour later posts a photo of him with the rest of the lads and it captions:
Mark ‘Rents’ Renton: feels so nice to be back with the lads, I’ve been gone for what? nearly 20 years now? wow.. time flies by doesn’t it, there’s gonna be some secret new projects we’re gonna be working on, so you better start Trainspotting lads.. 👀😊
and this is the tweet that breaks the internet, they come out with new albums and the band changes their name to ‘T2 Trainspotting’ as the start of a new era,
a few months or so later Mark and Simon announce on their twitters that they’re together with really cute aesthetic photos, after that when the band goes on tour they get interviewed and one of the questions were (directed to Mark and Simon) “*what were the exact moments that either of you knew that you were in love with the other*” and they had the same answers, that they fell in love during the 90s when the band only debuted that year, them a few years later they get married and release a record of them just singing songs they wrote about one another (and there’s some duets in there too)
this will be turned into a fic soon, so follow my ao3 if you like for this ! it’s EvelynnIDK
and some of the stuff in this might be changed along the way lol
so here are some of the little headcanons I made for this au:
- in the T1 era, their outfits are orange and white while in T2 era their outfits are orange and black
- Mark ends up being a spokesperson for Converse while Simon ends up being one for Doc Martins
- for a music video Mark has to teach Simon how to ride a motorcycle for some parts of the video
#trainspotting#t2 trainspotting#tommy is still alive in this au lmao#mark renton#sick boy#spud#tommy mackenzie#ewan mcgregor#jonny lee miller#ewen bremner#kevin mckidd#sickrent#alternate universe
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Hello there!! I'm back again :) Can I get another Mark Renton x GN reader headcanon? About caressing and comforting Mark, but also a bit NSFW if you could. I hope you're doing well, and thank you so much!! Muah xx
Mark Renton x GenderNeutral!Reader | (mild N/SFW) Headcanons
Hiya there!!!
Yes, of course, thank you very much for your request and everything else. I do hope you enjoy these, and I'm sorry it took me a while! Take care! <3 <3 <3
notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Comfort; Touching; Caressing; Past-Drug Addiction; Relapse; Withdrawal; Implied/Referenced Handjob and Blowjob.
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He's always loved being touched and rarely cared who it was, as long as he got some physical contact out of it. And ever since he's been with you, he craves your touch more than anything.
It's simple things like a hand to his cheek, a thumb stroking over his skin there; your nose rubbing against his; your hand stroking over his buzzcut; your arm around his waist or shoulders. All of those things make him weak in the knees and fill him up with warmth that he hasn't truly felt before he'd met you.
This sort of contact has become especially important when he's relapsed, though. Getting clean is one thing, it's almost easy; but staying off of drugs is the truly difficult part. He still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it just yet.
Mark is lucky that you're always there for him when it happens and when he is on withdrawal yet again. You're cuddling him, holding him close with his head resting on your chest, as he shivers through the absolute hell that is withdrawal.
Your gentle caresses are what keep him somewhat sane during all of it. It's hard, yes, but it'd be practically unmanageable without you by his side, touching and reassuring him with all the love you have for him.
Whenever the worst is over and he feels less dead on his feet, he often becomes rather horny, and is therefore quickly aroused by your constant caressing.
And if he asks for it, you'll take care of said arousal by using your hand or your mouth on him to bring him to orgasm. Nothing - beside heroine - quiets down his mind like an orgasm does; especially one that's caused by you.
#mild nsft#nsft headcanons#headcanon#gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader insert#gender neutral s/o#gender neutral y/n#mark renton#mark renton x reader#ewan mcgregor#trainspotting#t2 trainspotting
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Dating Alex Law Headcanons
Alex Law x reader
Warnings: none I don’t think
Requested: by anon, can we have dating hcs, sfw hcs and nsfw hcs for Alex law and mark Renton please 🥺🥺 thank you
Author’s Note: I am very glad we got to talk about this request so now I can do it in peace and you can read it in peace as well. My dating headcanons are a bit short of them but my a-z will be longer
-dating alex was so much fun
-you spent most of your days together just because i feel like any relationship with him in it has to be super special but also really chill
-like you spend your afternoons together and stuff and you sleep over at each others places but you like were just existing around one another
-like you didn’t need to really need to be talking to be with each other
-you could do your nails while he read a magazine and every once in a while you’d ask each other for food and go out to eat it cook terribly
-alex was not a good cook but that he knew how to make things in the microwave and order take out
-if you cooked he’d sit around and help
-you could ask him to put a few ingredients in and he would do it rather nicely actually
-but other than that he is useless
-you went out on dates in the clubs and bars together and danced around
-he was a fan of making you sing drunk
-karaoke was your best friend throughout your relationship that's for sure
-or maybe it was shots
-maybe it was the grace of not remembering anything about the shots or the karaoke
-you were very content with sleeping together and by that I mean falling asleep beside each other
-alex was a cuddle bug when he was asleep
-the second he woke up he denied it but you KNEW the truth
-he liked it when you played with his hair and brushed through it
-when he slept you braid it and he even liked that
-he just liked it when you touched him, having your fingers dance across his skin
-he had never had someone like you before and he was happy to be with you
-really super happy
-Alex wanted a friend but he had gotten you, a girlfriend and also a best friend which he had never had before
-so that was extra chill for him
-plus you didn’t mind being with him either, actually you were kind of perfect for each other
-you were both funny and kind and annoying
-perfect fit
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Grump | Mark Renton
I would like to request a oneshot with Rents 💙 with the 10 and 11 fluff prompts 😊 Congratulations on 500 followers! 🤗 / @arianalilyblack 10 - cuddling in bed on a rainy day, 11 - sharing the same headphones
wc: 1.3k
Author’s note: I haven’t written in ages so idk what this is gonna be like but i did love writing it; i missed writing for rents and its pretty fluffy
Warnings: Mark Renton x gn!reader, liv attempting to write soppy shit. Oasis (lyrics in italics). British weather.
Typical British weather. That specific type of rain, a drizzle that wasn’t heavy enough to feel too wet, but standing in it for over two minutes would leave you soaked through. This effect was worsened, of course, by the wind, which chilled you to the bones in seconds. Yes. Typical British weather, a constant drip-drop against the windows.
There had been a mutual decision between you and Mark to stay inside that morning, sheltered from the rain in the relative warmth of your tiny rented apartment. It was bare, no furnishings except for a small sofa and TV, a few vinyls and Renton’s treasured turntable, an old bed frame with a worn mattress than you had managed to put together on another rainy day similar to this one. It wasn’t much, that was for sure, but it had been home for the past few months. The small TV propped up in the corner was buzzing away, showing some old rerun of Top Of The Pops that was boring the fuck out of you.
Mark snatched the remote up from the bed with a huff and turned the tv off.
You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. He usually didn’t mind Top Of The Pops, occasionally humming along to the songs. But not today, apparently.
“Grump.”
He laughed at your insult, throwing the remote off the end of the bed, and stretching his bare arms up to rest behind his head. He was shirtless - this wasn’t unusual. Mark’s favourite outfit was just his boxers when it was just you and him in the apartment.
“Fucking annoying me, wasn’t it?”
You smiled. “Like I said. Grump.”
He sighed again, corners of his mouth lifting up in a small smirk.
“Doesn’t matter if I’m a grump. You’ll love me anyway.”
He had a point, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.
Renton leaned over and picked up his battered but trusty old Walkman, which was lying on the floor from last night. Sometimes he put some music on to help him sleep, some Lou Reed or New Order maybe, just quietly so the constant rhythm would settle him down. You didn’t complain - he had good taste and there wasn’t one song on his favourite mixtape that you disliked.
He untangled the headphones carefully, as careful as he was with all his music paraphernalia. He treasured it, more than anything else than he owned, that was for sure. It seemed like a ritual to Mark, when you watched him put the tape it and turn it on. The same with the record player - carefully holding the vinyl, setting it gently onto the turntable, dropping the needle just right so it was a smooth introduction into the sound, adjusting the speed if he needed to. All practiced movements, something to focus all his attention on.
He offered you one earbud with a steady hand. “Come on, close your eyes. Trust me.”
Of course you trusted him. He was the only thing that really mattered to you at this point. You and Mark Renton against the fucking world. That had been your life for the last few years, hopping between rented rooms and apartments, ever since you had both ran away from home - you on a whim to get out of your small hometown and find adventure, Mark in a desperate attempt to escape the clutches of one Francis Begbie after a ‘business deal gone wrong’. Or so he’d told you. It was obvious there was more to the story than that, but if Mark didn’t want to tell you then that was his choice. The past was in the past, and you were both happy to leave it there.
So you took the earbud, making sure it fitted comfortably, then lay down next to Mark. He rolled over so that he was leaning on his elbow, swinging his leg over and hooking it over your knee so he could pull you closer, your face now only centimetres from his. You could count every eyelash framing those beautiful blue eyes, every freckle dotted on his smooth skin.
You reached out your hand to stroke it over his cropped hair, the strands feeling spiky as you moved one way over them, soft and fuzzy as you moved back. But Mark grabbed your hand gently, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing a kiss to them. It was soft, softer than the fluffy tufts of hair at the base of his neck, softer than the pale skin in the crook of his elbow.
“Close your fucking eyes,” he whispered, smiling, his eyes bright, twinkling.
You did. The opening melody of a song started playing through the headphones, acoustic and slow, immediately familiar and comforting.
Sitting on my own, chewing on a bone, a thousand million miles from home
The lyrics alone stirred up so many emotions in you, a longing, mourning almost for time that you had lost, a nostalgia for years gone by. But it also made you happy, optimistic for your future, grateful that you had Mark to share it with.
You felt a light touch on your hand, so gentle that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you’d had your eyes open. But then Mark’s fingers fumbled with yours, noticeably shakier than earlier, and you curled your hand around his, letting him hold you, feel you.
I wanna talk tonight, until the morning light
You felt Mark’s gaze on you, a sixth sense. Blinking, your eyes adjusted quickly to the light and you took in Mark’s face. You were right, he was focused on you (little shit, making you close your eyes but not doing it himself). But his eyes were a little bleary, glistening as if there were unshed tears waiting there.
about how you saved my life
He squeezed your hand at the end of the line. It was purposeful, the look in his eyes making you think that it wasn’t coincidental that he’d chosen that moment.
You couldn’t always tell what Mark was thinking. Sometimes he’d be sat right next to you, but his mind was back in the past, deliberating over moments and decisions that were privy only to him. You never pried, just waited, because you were sure that one day he’d let you in.
And today, you could see exactly what he was thinking. The grip of his hand tight on yours, the intensity of his gaze and the love in those blue eyes, love that Mark rarely showed so blatantly, so vulnerably. He was saying thank you.
“Rents..” you started to speak, but his finger was on your lips before you could finish, urging you not to speak. The music was still playing but you weren’t listening, all your attention now on Mark.
His lips moved slowly. No sound came from him, but you could make out the words just fine. Those three words that had only been ever said jokingly between the two of you, but you had wished for them to mean more, those three words that you had hoped for, but never expected. A warmth blossomed in your chest, ten times stronger than the effect of an Oasis song, because you knew that this time, Mark meant it. He meant it, and that was all that mattered.
Mirroring his earlier movement, you hooked your leg behind his and used it to pull yourself in closer to his body, so your chests were pressed against each other, the light smattering of his auburn chest hair ticklish on your skin. You could feel his pounding heart faintly against your skin, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks when he blinked.
Squeezing Mark’s hand as tightly as you could, in reassurance to him or to steady yourself, you weren’t sure, and whispered softly against his lips.
“I love you too, grump.”
*~*~*~*~
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MASTERLIST
26/12/ 2020
Catcher Block:
Letters series: •A Barbara Novak's fan
•Oh..You Actually Brought a Book
•Tacky glasses
Obi wan:
• So...you are a sith now
Mark Renton:
• What are you doing here?
Letters series: •A warm bath and a sandwich
Alex Law:
• How would Alex spend your birthday with you?
Din Djarin:
• Take me with you
Klaus Mikaelson:
• Pain
Spencer Reid:
• 5 senses Headcanon
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Something really cool in the june egbert front: apparently andrew is deeply into that headcanon to the point he randomly texts close employees at whatpumpkin in relation to it and was the one to go looking for the one sprite where john was drawn vriska-esque and in her clothes during a minigame to state “she had always been there.” :] i think its really neat to see how excited aysha is to talk about how excited he got with it and that he’s been thinking about it lmao
From the pgenpod ep from 2 weeks ago on homestuck’s women villains, at about 30:00 mark when they talk abt epilogues john and discomfort (transcripts for this ep are not yet available sadly!)
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renton in amsterdam falling in love with people on the street who look vaguely like simon. renton hearing simon's laugh at a small cafe but never finding him. renton gasping out simon's name during sex thinking for a fleeting moment that he's home.
#sickrent#headcanons#this reminds me of the pegging fic by whipstickagocock#but THIS MAKES ME SAD THOUGHW HAT THEHECK#GO HOME MARK RENTON#GO HOME TO SIMON#Anonymous
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The T2 screenplay is trying to kill me. And since I’m rife with feels, I’m going to do a deep dive into John Hodge’s screenplay with my Mark/Simon shipper goggles firmly in place. (Although, I didn’t really need the goggles, because it’s all right there.)
Interestingly, their relationship is both better and worse in the screenplay than it was in the film, with some interesting changes along the way. In a way, the script is less romantic about them and their relationship than the film ultimately became.
Of course, the highlight:
Veronika (in her own language): You know nothing. You understand nothing. You are quite clearly so in love with one another that I feel almost awkward even in your presence. Why do you pretend to hate each other so much when all you want is to be together? Instead of looking at me why don’t you just take your clothes off and get on with it.
Another:
Simon sits on a bench at the edge of a park. Looking this way and that, he does not hear Renton approach.
Renton: Brought him with you, have you?
Simon: I didn’t know.
Renton glares at him. There is no question of believing a single word of Simon’s bullshit.
Simon: OK... OK... I may have, you know... heard something. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it--
Renton: May have heard something!
Simon: All right-- fuck it, I knew! I knew he was out. And I could have served you up to him on a plate any time I wanted to!
Renton: And I’m sure you were going to!
Simon: Yes! Yes, I was! I was looking forward to it!
Renton: I ought to fucking kill you.
They sit in hostile silence, each inwardly deciding whether to kiss or kill the other.
And another:
Renton and Simon are in old-married-couple mode. They are watching a film-- could be anything, an old Van Damme movie, a black-and-white classic, a documentary. There are cardboard pizza boxes, bottles of lager. They converse lazily while watching the film.
This is typical of John Hodge, who usually offers suggestions for what the characters are watching or listening to but with a big ‘eh whatever you want’ attached, which I like to think is because he’s so used to working with Danny Boyle by this point that he knows Danny will have stronger opinions about media choices than he will. Completely my own headcanon, but still.
They’re talking about Spud wanting to publish his stories-- the scene will later be chopped and moved to the end of the movie-- and Simon is feeling so comfortable that he answers his phone “cheerfully” without checking the caller ID. Simon. It’s Begbie, and we get to see Simon do some more of his dance to keep Begbie off Mark’s trail, adding to Begbie’s later accusation that Simon was stringing him along.
And:
Spud: Are you going to see Simon?
Renton affects to have barely considered the matter.
Renton: Simon? Uh... I don’t know... he’s probably busy...
Spud: Naw, you got see old Simon.
Renton: You know how it is-- time goes by--
Spud: -- be gutted not to see you.
Renton: --He and I, you know how it was, we sorted of drifted apart...
[This calls back to the original novel, where Mark and Simon are pretty explicitly done with each other by the end of the book: “He thinks about Sick Boy, and all the things they went through together. They had shared some good times, some awful times, but they had shared them. Sick Boy would recoup the cash; he was a born exploiter. It was the betrayal. He could see Sick Boy’s more-hurt-than-angry expression already. However, they had been drifting apart for years now. Their mutual antagonism, once a joke, a performance for the benefit of others, had slowly become, through being ritualised in that way, a mundane reality. It was better this way, Renton thought.”]
Spud: You and Simon was like that.
Checkmate.
Renton: Yeah. Like that.
Interesting, the “Your blood runs in my veins, Mark!” line was originally after Simon’s angry outburst at Mark for looking at his watch during Simon’s pitch/walk down memory lane, as opposed to before, which I think adds more emotional weight to the line because it’s said out of anger instead of emotional manipulation and therefore feels more “real.”
And I like this bit at the end:
A beat. There is nothing to say. Renton and Simon look at one another. The feud is over. Simon starts the car.
I’m glad the less romantic bits were either cut or softened for the film. Obviously lol. Because the script has a more cynical take on their relationship:
Renton: I look out on the world and I see strangers. And you... you are the... you have the distinction of being-- I don’t know... the least unfamiliar-- that’s it.
Simon: It’s better than nothing.
One of my favorite small bits in the movie was when Mark reassures Simon that his flat isn’t too messy, because it felt like a reminder that, underneath it all, they really are friends. But in the screenplay, it’s with an ulterior motive (the lack of which is precisely why I liked it in the film). The motive being Veronika of course:
Simon: It’s not a mess, is it?
Renton sees no reason to correct his rival’s failings.
Renton: No. No, it’s just masculine.
The portrayals of the apartment and Simon in general in the film vs. the script are also interesting. The apartment looked fine to me in the film, and Simon as fastidious as ever with his nice clothes and attention paid to his personal appearance (bleaching his hair, straightening his cuffs, usually seen in his nice suits, etc.). Whereas, in the script, he’s described as fairly slovenly. He’s repeatedly introduced in scenes as slouching around in his “underwear,” and his apartment as “the most disgustingly untidy, food-and-booze-container strewn bachelor pit imaginable. Dirty laundry, sticky floors, nightmare kitchen, crusty bathroom.” That doesn’t feel like Simon to me, either in the movies or the books. I’m wondering if Miller and/or Boyle agreed with me and ignored those bits in the script, because the apartment never looks too messy to me, and even while in his “underwear,” Simon is wearing a sexy black tank top that matches his well-fitting black sweatpants. Vain, always.
Another interesting character bit: before Mark and Simon go into the Orangemen bar, the script describes Simon taking off a crucifix necklace he was wearing and handing it to Veronika, suggesting that he’s actually Catholic? I don’t remember that being a “Simon thing” from the books, and it definitely wasn’t in the first movie. After a re-watch of the scene, I noticed that you can see Miller reaching up to take off the necklace hidden beneath his shirt just as the script dictates, but the cut jumps ahead a few seconds before you ever see the necklace. You can also see the gold chain of the crucifix in other scenes when Simon’s being casual in his black tank top, but the cross part is hidden under the shirt. I wonder at both the inclusion and the exclusion.
I think it’s pretty clear that Simon more or less gives up his plan of revenge against Mark (or at least temporarily forgets about it) after Mark returns to him and is finally honest with him. After all, whether he admits it to himself or not, what Simon really wants is to have Mark back. And he has him by that point, and I don’t think there’s any suggestion that Simon was planning to give him up until old habits assert themselves at the end and he plans to run off with Veronika and the money (and I really question whether he would have gone through with that, given the opportunity). I also don’t think that the film ever suggests that Simon is doing anything with Begbie other than protecting Mark. (I recall it being more nebulous in the book.) Another favorite moment of mine is when Simon tries to shield Mark even when Begbie aims a rifle at them. If that isn’t the height of love for Simon, I don’t know what is. Simon does save Mark from hanging to death in the script as he does in the film, but he doesn’t rush to do so and his first instinct is to try to save himself:
Simon: Frank, I can explain.
Begbie: You knew. Stringing me along, so you were.
Simon is moving towards Begbie, hoping to leave Renton isolated.
Simon: Honestly, please--
And suddenly Begbie strikes him across the side of the head with a tool he held in his hand.
I don’t really have to explain why I dislike that lol. Kinda dampens the bromance through-line when one of the romantic leads attempts to betray the other to save their own skin at the eleventh hour. Simon only comes across as protective in the film. I cannot stress enough that Simon, snake that he is, attempts to shield Mark with his own body. That’s not in the script.
On another note, the Trainspotting ladies get a bit short-changed. Gail lost a few scenes, including a good one with Mark, and it’s made clear that she still loves Spud and that they’re still technically married. I have an even stronger appreciation for Anjela Nedyalkova’s acting, because Veronika comes off as really flat and two-dimensional on the page without the charm she brings to the role. Poor Diane was a much bigger part of the movie, and the loss of her subplot with Mark is borderline criminal. She comes to his rescue more than once. You see the strength of her character, their unspoken bond, and you really get the tragedy of it that these two missed their shot:
Diane: I’m not stopping you. I’m not here for that. I’ll solve your problems and I’ll pick up the pieces and bring you in out of the cold, but I’m not going to stop you making a fool of yourself. That’s up to you.
Renton: Do you ever wonder--
Diane: No. I don’t.
Renton: I do. If you and me... if things had been different...
Diane: No, Mark: if you’d been different.
FEELS. But going back to Mark and Simon...
The through-line of the movie is their relationship, their bond. In the end, you see that they didn’t lose everything, because they still have each other. Finally have each other, thanks to Veronika removing the “opportunity” for betrayal. The temptations and trials are over, and they’re together in “old married couple mode.” When all of their characters are having their “moments” of reconciliation at the end of the film, Spud goes to Gail. Mark goes to his father. Simon thinks about Mark and the good times when they were children. For him, it was always about Mark. In the published script, Simon doesn’t think about Mark. He just dwells on the loss of his “dream” of the sauna and a future with Veronika. I prefer the movie ending.
#this is embarrassingly long#but the feels will not be denied#trainspotting#t2 script#t2 trainspotting#mark/simon#rent boy/sick boy#mark renton#simon williamson#sickrent
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