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miseries-mistress · 2 years ago
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BY THE WAY I LOVE U
but however, i would still really like to request a fic (at least a small sketch/drabble) on mark renton, maybe something with obsession.
I will look forward to it, i so want to see mark in yer performance, honey!
THE EYES OF ANOTHER | MARK RENTON
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Synopsis: The led lights ghosted over Mark's skin, the music a constant thrum under his fingertips. He was out drinking again with his friends, the remains of heroin being the perfect high to get through the night without a woman at his side- or so he thought. 
Warnings: female reader, mentions of sex, alcohol, heroin, making out, pretty mild tbh. W/C: 1592
Notes: I have been sick for the past two and a half weeks, so i am so incredibly sorry for the lack of updates. i will try to post more frequently and get some of my requests done. this has been sitting in my drafts for months, and i have finally found the energy to edit it. i will try to write something else with possession for mark and tag you in it, but right now, this is the best i can do (btw i love you too <33)
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Mark Renton had come to know a few things in his life. He had what most men could ever want, heroin, pure as the devil's snow, and a couple of friends to share it with. For a while, Mark was content with the few necessities of life he had acquired. After all, what problem was there that heroin couldn't solve?
It turned out that a bar was where he found the answer to that.
He was sitting between Spud and Tommy; the remnants of the heroin in his veins let him coast between the paradise of no worries with a flimsy grasp on reality, just enough to make him remember the euphoric feeling when it left his system entirely. 
Begbie was waving his hands sporadically, his voice carrying above the bass of the music pumping. He had a girl, drunk enough to be a blackout, hanging off his arms while his hands roughly grouped at her flesh. He didn't know where the fuck Sick Boy or Spud's first girlfriend in six months was, and from the looks of it, they didn't know either. Then there was Tommy's girlfriend, who snuggled under his muscular arms while he moved wisps of her hair out of her face. 
Disgusting, Mark thought to himself, turning away from the affectionate couple. He was surrounded by people clouded with lust or, in Tommy's case, love that Mark realized what heroin in all its glory could never do for him; sex. 
It was a weird writhing feeling in his chest that persuaded him to abruptly stand from his seat, his mind fixed on drowning the foreign feeling in his chest. Yes, anything was better than wallowing in self-pity when his mind could be floating further into an infinite abyss where his anxieties could never truly reach him. 
He flagged the bartender, and the man gave an acknowledging nod, knowing Mark well enough to have his order memorized. His fingers tapped against the sticky hardwood. Well, his skin stuck to a mixture of alcohol, and…he couldn't tell what was mixed with the alcohol besides the dash of blood. Out of boredom more than anything else, he laid the palm of his hand against the surface. He let his hand stick before he pulled it off, his flesh stretching as it clung to the stick before his hand was fully released. He flexed his hand, the substance adhering to his palm in an uncomfortable sticky mess.  
His drink was set in front of him, and his hand dived into his pockets to fish out the appropriate change. He stopped his eye from becoming as wide saucers as adrenaline began loudly thrumming through his poisoned veins. 
He didn't have his wallet. 
Now Mark knew damn well that he had stuffed his wallet in his jeans. He never left the house without it. Meaning, from the limited options he's left with, it's been stolen. 
He curses himself, his mouth moving to form more profanities before a self-assured, feminine voice speaks up. 
"And that man's drink, too, since he seems to be having a bit of trouble."
What caught him off guard was not someone else paying for his drink or the apparent lack of a Scottish accent but the…woman in the voice... 
A woman was talking to him. 
Him. 
Mark Renton. 
His head moved at the sound of your voice as you slid over the appropriate change. The bartender almost imperceptibly raised his eyebrow, knowing him well enough that women never talk to him and surely none of your stature. But, on the other hand, Mark is sure he's never seen anyone so beautiful. The sight of you was enough to start that climb that he could only reach with the addictive buzz of drugs. 
"Thanks," is all he manages to utter, his eyes still fixated on you. 
"No problem…Mark Renton?" His ears perk at his name, leaving your lips. It's such a sweet sound, like it was laced with seduction and all things beautiful, incarnated into one voice that seemed to rise brilliantly above the rest. He's almost too caught up in his love-sick daze to realize you know his name. 
Almost. 
"How do you know my…." 
Your fingers thread through the fading wallet, raising it between your fingers for show. It takes Mark a second to recognize the wallet as his own, and his body snaps to attention. How in the world did you pickpocket him? Was he that far gone not to feel a hand in his pants- not to mention yours? 
"I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't mind," you sheepishly smile, tossing the wallet back to Mark. Immediately his hand digs into his cash, frowning at the amount. He definitely left his apartment with more in there. 
He stares at you, dumbfounded, before it clicks, and his face falls into understanding. Not only did you pay for his drink with his own money, but with your own. You chuckle, raising your glass to your lips, as you seem to understand his expression. 
"I warned you." You take a sip, taking pleasure in the sight of Mark while he blinks at you before taking his drink, swallowing the pale brown liquid while his irises observe you curiously. 
Before Mark had given himself any time to think about it, he took a bold step forward. He wasn't one to initiate things; hell, he hardly moved from his seat next to Spud, but now this odd sense of purpose was filling his chest. It took ahold of him, grasping him firmly towards you, a woman who had heartily captured his attention and his heart. 
"What's your name?" 
"Why do you want to know that, Mark?" you purr, meeting him halfway, drink still loosely held in your hand, your cocky smirk never diminishing.
Under the strobe lights, headache-inducing music with just the right amount of heroin and alcohol consuming any insecurity he might have previously had, he takes time to admire the structure of your face, the slope of your nose, the curve of your brow, the flutter of your lashes with the gentle purse of your lips, igniting a flame inside him that he had not felt for a long while; desire. It slowly filled him, tainting his mind into wanting something beyond playful banter. 
"Well, I like you a lot," he shouted over the music, and your smirk dissolved into a smile.
"We just met."
 "That's the point." You both share a laugh as you shake your head. Mark's irises remain transfixed on you as if you're pulling him in with some kind of spell. You must feel the electricity brimming in your veins because you look up to find his eyes overflowing with an admiration you don't often see in men. 
That same electricity winds around his heart, pulling him closer. His heart pounds so wildly against his rib cage that his mind briefly flickers to the possibility that you're able to hear it. Within seconds, your lips crash together, molding forcefully and earnestly with your honeysuckle ones. The kiss is filled with wild abandon, desperate for contact as Mark's hands find your waist upon instinct. Electricity sparks with each touch, sending you both spiraling further down the rabbit hole of untamed passion. It consumes you, molding you into him, and you can't think of a time when you've fit so perfectly with someone like pieces of a previously unsolved puzzle. 
Mark finds himself much in the same boat, his thoughts wrapped around the noose of arousal, suffocating him under his own craving. He can see why his friends are so addicted to sex. If a kiss felt this good, then your body would be an unimaginable pleasure he was certainly not worthy of.
His tongue pushes its way through the barricade of your teeth, exploring every crevice he can find, his body pressing closer to yours to chase the sweet friction you grace him with. 
He earns a delicious whine from the depths of your throat, and it spurs him on further. While swept up in your aromatic taste, he floats on a cloud, drowning in bliss and yearning as the rest of the bar fades into white noise. 
Unfortunately, Mark tugs his lips from yours first, gulping in the stale air while his eyes, shaky with pent-up lust, find yours, surprised to discover them in a similar state as his. 
"I never got your name." You chuckle, your head falling to his chest, your finger running over the fabric above his heart. Finally, you whisper your name, and his eyes close in bliss, the echo of your words turning his heart into mush. Yeah, Mark could get used to this.
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kneamet · 3 years ago
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black sun
Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, depressive thoughts, drabble
Word Count: 634
Character: mark renton/reader
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black sun
A small round ball was hiding itself behind clouds in the sky; direct rays, like hands, were trying to reach through an open window to a completely numb body lying on the dirty floor — a syringe was sticking out of his hand, the needle remained in a frozen vein, and his fingers tightly squeezed the girl's wrist. Mark was closing his eyes, his eyelids were sticking together, he was almost falling asleep. He was empty, but he behaved like an arrogant prince and tried so hard to prove his importance. Renton fucked it up with a bang, but music and drugs became his culture of protest.
He was a child of pills and advertising. He became what he became, broke all concepts, and there were almost no emotions left, only useless words and soulless actions. Mark was barely breathing, another second and he would have fallen asleep, his body was almost numb — he felt nothing but a thin wrist that he squeezed with all his strength. She screamed, cried, tried to escape, but he wouldn't let her—it's already passed... how much..? five months, at least, you could have gotten used to it a long time ago.
But no, why does everything always have to be solved through violence? Mark didn't move, he was afraid to scare off his tearful beloved, who didn't even have the strength to cry, and touched his stomach with his right hand, which was not covered by a yellow children's T-shirt with an obsessive print. His gaze is clouded, he turned his head in your direction, with his mouth slightly open and looked at you — in his mind, in his heroin-addled brain, you seemed to him like an angel, just folded his brilliant blinding wings.
“If you only knew how damn much I love you."
In response, she only pursed her lips, turned away to the large window and slightly blinked her eyes from the scorching sun, but did not pull out her hand. Couldn't, was afraid. And Mark didn't feel happy, realizing this fact; it had been boiling under his spoon for a long time, but he couldn't do anything. A hundred minutes a second flashed before his eyes, he had never felt so good before — you became his drug, he wanted to be saturated with you again and again. She was perfection in his eyes.
He wanted to touch her, she was so close, but so far away. She was sitting, covered with a battered blue plaid on the cold wooden floor. Musty dust was visible in the air, thanks to the light, and an unpleasant smell was also hovering. His princess was lost in thought, her gaze darting from one recumbent body to another; Renton would definitely say that she did not like their company. She was looking out the window, as if trying to atrophy from extraneous obsessive thoughts.
Mark, smiling, from which his upper teeth were visible, turned his head towards the ceiling, rolling his eyes and completely relaxed. She won't run away, Edinburgh is too small, and he knows everyone here. Vitamins sizzled so funny in him, he was alone in the bathroom, lying with a battery in his arms, but he was saved — they met so suddenly, but he also suddenly fell in love with her. The black sun had been shining for him for a long time and a personal place in hell had been prepared. Wherever he ran, the whole globe was like a prison for him, and the world was bursting at the seams. He was an executioner dragging his head to the block.
Mark kept waiting for the moment when his personal black sun would go out. He is the creator. He's an executioner. He's a judge. He's a god.
He didn't execute himself, and he didn't help himself.
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stardancerluv · 3 years ago
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He Survived
Kinktober - Mark Renton - Drunk Sex
Summary: Mark survives his confrontation with Begbie.
Warning: Mark & Reader have been drinking alot. Mark takes reader outside, consensual sex ensues.
Note: This is Mark Renton & reader dynamic from Past and Present, Bookends of Life.
“Begbie’s is back in jail!”
They shouted, they cheered!
Beers were sloshing around Sick Boy’s bar. The hours ticked by as beers and shots continued to be poured, drank and refilled. As the night went on, the music grew louder and the foam became more visible as it crowned the beers. Everyone was celebrating.
In the middle of it all, Mark had managed on his legs that had grown wobbly on beer to the jukebox. Putting his mug down, he dug his fingers into his pockets and found the right amount of coins needed. A lopsided but wide smile spread across his face as he popped them.
Despite the device in his chest, and along with all the beers he had, his heart was racing.
He ran his finger down the glass as he looked for his song, the song the meant everything to him.
It was a song that when he played it back at his night club had initially confused his younger patrons. They were not acquainted with the beats it brought.
Eventually, they got used to his style of running things would enjoy it when he spoil himself on certain nights and play nothing but songs from Oasis, Blur, and Underword along with countless others to remind himself that there had been a time in his life when he had been cool, untouchable. Or at least it had felt like that most of the time.
In the darkest place of his heart it was those nights, he’d remember Spud or Sick Boy and even Tommy. He was glad, that no more did he feel the exquisite and addictive kisses of heroin. His body was clean except for the beers or several cups of coffee he would indulge in.
At that moment, he finished the last of the beer that was in the mug he held. He put it down on the table near by. The beat began, it wasn’t long before his heart match that beat. Everything else was downed out around him except for that song.
Energy surged through him.
“He didn’t kill me!” Mark exclaimed as he bent unbelievably backwards before straightening and he started to dance.
******
You slid off your bar stool, somehow you had not stumbled. All of the drinks, which at some point you had lost count of came rushing through you. Giggles bubbled up from deep within you. You were feeling good.
You hear what Mark had so victoriously exclaimed. You were beyond elated that animal has not gotten claws into Mark. If he had you don’t know what you had done. These last few weeks had been a whirlwind.
You danced over to where he was dancing. When you drew closer his wide smile grew unbelievably wider. The twinkle became brighter in his eyes.
“Little dove get over here.” He reached out and his slender fingers wrapped around your waist. You pulled you close and together you danced.
Wrapping around your arms around him you let the beat of the music over take you. You loved seeing him this happy. These last few days the stress of Begbie had a gray cloud over him and you. The man had been terrifying.
“You’re my beautiful lass.” He drew close to you. His lips brushed yours as he spoke and moments later, he pressed them against you and you kissed you then.
The two of you swirled and moved together with the music. Your heart was racing the harder and faster as the two of you danced. You were practically attached with how close the two of you danced. His movements caused knots to tighten and loosen within you. He was almost as intoxicating as the beers and shots the two of you had managed to drink over the course of the night.
“Come with me, little dove.”
“Ok.”
Taking his hand, you watched as he glanced around the bar. Then quickly with you in tow, he brought you out the side entrance.
“Mark?” You managed tp squeak out before before he pulled you into a shadowy corner.
“I can’t wait.” He murmured, kissing you.
“Wait, what are we…oh!” You exclaimed as you found yourself being picked up and pressed against the brick wall. “Mark. Mark.” You watched as he made quick work of his pants. “What if…” He gave you that playful smirk that made you melt.
“No one is coming out here little dove. It’s just us.”
He had enough, he had watched out how skirt had teased him, as the material had swished over or sat on your soft thighs. So right now, no one was going to stop him from reaching under your skirt, slip your soft panties to the side. Barely a breath later and biting his bottom lip he managed to suppress a moan that came from the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, little dove you’ve wanted this as much as I did.” You were as wet as he was hard.
When you tilted your head back to meet his eyes, they were flames that matched his own passion. “I did.” You breathed.
Together, you both didn’t wait. You moved together, you kissed and moaned and even bit on each others lips. Hungry and passionate, that he was there and victorious over Begbie. He had been so afraid, more then he had cared to admit but here he was with his girl. The way your body moved and bucked under him made him harder then he had ever been in his life. “Damn, I love you.” He breathed.
“I love you, too.” The kiss was slowed but your bodies had not ceased. Your little pants and moans made him move harder against him.
“Cum for me baby. I want to feel it.” He urged.
Soft, cry and that was sweetest moan to ever come from you, he felt as you fluttered and tightened around him. “Oh Mark.” You called out.
“Little dove.” He moaned shortly after. You had showed him that now, after everything he still deserved happiness and a chance at a life. And he came hard, burying his face into your shoulder.
Breathless, panting he slowly eased you down to the ground. “Are you ok?” He came down to earth as he watched you straighten yourself. The realization hit him that possibly the brick wall had scrapped you. He looked you over.
You beamed up at him. “No, I’m fine. I’m wonderful.”
“Good. Ready to get back in there?” He motioned to the bar with his head.
You smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He reached out with his hand and you took it, your fingers interlaced. Bringing your hand to lips, he kissed your knuckles as his heart swelled. He was even happier to start his new life with you.
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littleoddwriter · 3 years ago
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Hi again! I’d like to request a Mark Renton x gn reader, preferably the first movie but it’s up to you! Just anxiety/depression comfort, Rent needs more good-feeling fics :) thank you!!
It's Okay To Not Be Okay | Mark Renton x GenderNeutral!Reader
Hey there! I hope this is to your liking and that perhaps it can help comfort you in your worse times, mate. <3 (Sorry for never writing in his accent, but I don't want to butcher it, rip). Hope you enjoy! :)
summary; You've spiralled and are having a panic attack. Mark is there to help you through it.
notes; TW // Panic Attacks; Anxiety and Depression; Spiralling; Self-Hatred; Abandonment Issues. Hurt/Comfort; Crying; Domestic; Fluff; Mark being a hella good BF.
Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!
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As of late, your mental health issues have been really kicking your ass. You had trouble getting out of bed, which always triggered your anxiety because you really needed to get up and do something, but you just couldn’t make yourself go. It felt pointless.
You felt so heavy and tired at pretty much all times. No matter how many hours you slept, exhaustion has settled deep in your bones a good while ago. Frankly, you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt awake, or rested. You couldn’t remember the last time you really had an appetite, or really felt something that wasn’t utter nothingness, or dread. It was a painful existence.
Mark has been out all night and morning, too, which that day just made you feel so much worse. On days like that – where he’s just been gone for too fucking long – you felt as though he doesn’t care about you after all. You were just a burden with your stupid issues anyway. Who would want that?
Self-pity certainly wouldn’t make him want to stay with you either, though.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel both resigned and incredibly anxious about how much often he seemed to stay out over night, coming back home to you less and less. It hurt. It worried you. For multiple reasons, too, as he’s been sober for a while now and you really hated the thought of being the cause for him to get back on Heroine or something. You knew how hard he tried and how much he wanted to stay clean.
Your chest felt so tight with these thoughts circling around your mind, it became hard to breathe. Looking down at your hands, you noticed them shaking. In fact, your entire body was busy trembling, as you felt sick and could barely breathe at all.
Really fucking great.
As you sat there, on your bed, leaned against the headboard, you tried to calm yourself. Every time you attempted to inhale deeply, your chest just started hurting and you coughed a little. Sickness overcame you in a rush then and you gripped your legs tightly, willing your body to stop being a dick.
When the door to your small flat opened, you flinched, your heart pounding so fast, you thought it’d jump out of your chest. Even while holding onto your thighs as tight as you could, you were just shaking all over, cold sweat running down our forehead. It was awful. You hadn’t had a panic attack like this in quite some time.
Renton came into your bedroom then. He was smiling when he opened the door, but as soon as his eyes landed on you and took in your pathetic form, it fell. You hated it. You hated to be the reason that his smile vanished. No, that wasn’t true. You weren’t the cause for that; it was your stupid anxiety. You had to force yourself to remember that.
“Baby? What’s goin’ on?” Mark asked, stepping towards your trembling self on the bed.
You looked up at him, and you could imagine the way your eyes must’ve shown the terror you felt. Rents eyes immediately softened and he sat down on the edge of your bed, putting his hands over yours on your thighs. Gently, he tried to loosen the grip you had on yourself.
“It’s okay, I’m here,” he spoke softly.
Nodding jerkily, you willed yourself to let go. He then took your hands in his, stroking his thumbs over the backs of each of your hands.
“Can I hold you in my arms?” Mark asked then, so gently and almost cautiously, that your breath stuttered a little.
He remembered that often when you were having a panic attack like this, you didn’t like being embraced. It only made you feel more trapped and constricted at times. You didn’t feel like that’d be the case now, though, so you just nodded again, your throat feeling too tight to get any words past it.
Mark climbed on the bed properly and sat down next to you, leaned against the headboard as well. He put his left arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. When you shifted over on your side, your head rested on his chest, listening to his heart beat, as he wrapped both his arm around you. Gently, soothingly, he stroked your back and your upper arm. He was a warm, soft presence. Calming.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered brokenly.
You felt so silly for all this; so bothersome; so unworthy of his attention and help.
“What for?” he asked instead, sounding confused.
“All this. I’m just being stupid.”
“That’s not true, babe. You’ve got some illnesses. Doesn’t make you stupid. Doesn’t make this stupid. You need and deserve help. I just wish I’d been here earlier. I’m sorry for being out so much lately.”
“Where are you all the time anyway, Mark? I mean- If you’d rather spend time with your friends than here, that’s fine. I’m okay with that. I just worry, is all, since you never tell me,” you responded then, your breath hitching as anxiety really dug its claws into you then, so that you couldn’t breathe at all for a moment.
You were so scared of what he would say. You wished you had just said that he didn’t need to apologise, but since his absence was the reason you’ve been spiralling, you just couldn’t help yourself.
Renton sighed heavily, “Fuck, I’m an asshole. I didn’t mean to make you worry about us. I love you. I love bein’ with you. I’ve just been workin’ night shifts at an extra job I’ve taken on. Should’ve told you, but I didn’t want you to know.”
“Why not?” You looked at him then, sitting up a little, “I love you, too, though. Thank you. Still-“
“Well, money’s been fuckin’ tight lately, Y/N. I didn’t want you to worry about it – or feel guilty, especially. I just want you to be able to take your time, y’know? Get back on your feet with therapy and all, instead of pushin’ past your limits every day.”
You started crying.
Your eyes had filled with tears so quickly while he talked, and suddenly the dam just broke, as you sobbed violently, wrapping your arms tightly around his slim middle. Mark just held onto you, while you cried, rocking you back and forth gently and shushing you with soft-spoken sweet nothings.
Soon enough, your sobs calmed down to little hiccups, some tears still welling up and dripping down your face. Your entire body had yet to stop quivering, but the sheer panic you’ve been feeling in the past hour or so finally subsided.
“Rents, baby, I-,” you were at a loss, “Thank you,” you breathed, a soft, broken chuckle leaving your lips. “I’m sorry I thought anything else and worried about you not wanting me anymore instead, when all you’ve been doing was making sure that I can recover a little. Fuck.”
“Not your fault. I just should’ve told you and we could’ve avoided all this. You okay, though? I mean, you’re not having a panic attack over this anymore?”
“Aye.”
You sat up again, so you could be face to face with him. A soft smile sat on his face and you couldn’t help but to return it. Then you leaned forward and kissed him gently, resting your left hand on his chest, over his heart. He reciprocated the kiss tenderly, cupping the back of your head in his hand and pulling you further in.
For a couple of minutes this was all you two did – sharing tender, loving kisses, touching each other so gently, reassuringly. It calmed you down even more, assured you of his unyielding presence, his ever-present love. Even if your brain decided to be a massive prick sometimes and made you believe it wasn’t so, this was the evidence you needed and locked into a safe corner of your heart. That way, any time your thoughts turned against you, or you spiralled into a panic attack, you could remember this moment, this conversation, and those kisses.
“I love you so much, baby. It’s okay to not be okay and need help. I promise,” Rents murmured against your lips.
“I love you, too. Thank you for everything, babe.”
It would be okay, eventually. Even if it seemed so entirely bleak now, and maybe it would for a good while, you knew it wouldn’t be that way forever. As long as you had Mark by your side, you knew that everything would get at least a little better after all.
It was worth fighting for.
He was worth it.
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mlmmetalhead · 3 years ago
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Comes like a comet.
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Mark Renton x Male reader
Lmaoo idiot simp bitch drank a shit ton of outdated orange juice
Extremely self-indulgent. Like I can't imagine it being more self-indulgent if I wanted to.
It was a rainy night, a little bit past two a.m, when Y/N heard a knock oh his door. A normal person wouldn't unlock the door, or would at least ask who it was, but Y/N already knew, as when the door opened, it revealed a completely drenched Mark. Y/N hadn't seen the man in about two months, but instead of asking where he was, or what he was doing, he silently moved out of the way, letting Renton in.
Mark stumbled in the apartment, his arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking. He tried to speak and to explain himself, but L/N only took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom, taking his jacket and shirt off and tossing them to the washing machine.
"Are you in the right state to bathe yourself right now?" - Y/N calmly asked, his hand gently stroking the skin on Renton's shoulder.
The other man thought for some time, before slightly shaking his head.
"I don't... I don't think I'll be able to... Y'know... I'm sorry, Really... You don't have to, we can... We can wait till morning..."
Y/N sighed and carefully helped Mark undress himself completely, all while the other man was apologizing profusely. L/N wrapped one hand around Mark's waist and placed a light, reassuring kiss on his forehead, before helping him in the bathtub. Renton smelled horrendous. It seemed as if he hasn't showered since the last time he was in his boyfriends apartment.
Mark relaxed against Y/N's hand, as warm water surrounded him, and his boyfriend started massaging his scalp with shampoo. He wanted nothing more then to just close his eyes and fall asleep right there and then, but he knew that L/N wouldn't allow him, not before he got everything checked out and was ready.
When Mark was finished with bathing, and now was sitting all cleaned up, dressed in Y/N's clothing, in his kitchen, Y/N was preparing tea near the counter.
"What did you take?"
Renton didn't answer. The question wasn't a rude, or an angry, not even a concerned one. His boyfriends voice was completely calm, and understanding. And that just added to why Mark was feeling guilty. His partner has gotten so used to him coming like this, he didn't even react like it was something out of the ordinary.
"I asked, what did you take, Mark?"
"Morphine..."
Y/N once again sighed, not turning around, obviously trying to be quiet, so Mark wouldn't hear, but he did. And it made him feel worse.
"How long ago did you take it?"
"About five hours... Or longer... What time is it?"
L/N turned around with a cup of tea, and some pills, handing them to Renton. He looked up with grateful eyes and started drinking, letting the warmth carefully spread within his lanky body. He felt awful. He was mad at himself, his whole body felt like it was freezing and on fire at the same time. Y/N noticed the troubled expression on his face, and calmly said:
"It's alright, love. I promise. It's not a problem. Please, finish your tea and take some meds, so you can go to sleep."
Smiling, he stretched out his hand, taking Renton's skinny palm in his. The other man smiled, drinking a little more. He did feel a little better, and safer now.
When he finally got to the bed, Y/N tucked him in, climbing under the blanket himself afterwards. They were both quiet for some time, listening to the rain pouring outside, their minds filing with calmness and love. Mark closed his eyes, staying in the moment, feeling a pair of stronger hands wrapping around his figure. He silently asked:
"You wouldn't want this to end, right?"
His eyes met Y/N's.
"No. I want this to last. I want us to be together. Forever, if you're not scared of that word" - he chuckled.
"Even with... All of this? With me being a mess, forcing you to help me, to..."
"Well, that's not true. You're not forcing me. No one's forcing me at all. I'm helping you for one simple reason..."
Mark smiled, coming closer to Y/N' face.
"And I love you, too."
The kiss was gentle, full of patience, peace, and unconditional love. When Mark moved away, he stayed still in his lovers arms, closing his eyes, slowly falling asleep, surrounded by Y/N's warmth.
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huntingingoodwill · 3 years ago
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miss moneypenny - part i
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pairing: sick boy x reader
word count: 781
a/n: ill man. this one's short! i hc sicky is good at stats because... because. please enjoy and interact if you liked it 🥰
Tommy knocked his sneaker against yours under the table, interrupting your deep concentration in your statistics assignment. You glared at his cheeky smile, slamming your foot back into his. This prompted a full-on spar, your feet tangling with each others as you kicked each other relentlessly, holding in your giggles to avoid the withering stare of the librarian. Lizzy looked at you two, rolling her eyes with a smile.
It had been a month since you’d moved to your new school and Tommy and Lizzy instantly took you under their wing, sitting with you at meals, keeping you company at the library while you “studied”, mostly messing around in the back of the room away from the watchful, derisive eye of the librarian.
Tommy let himself be defeated, and you returned your gaze to your assignment. The work was particularly difficult that day, and the numbers swam before you. You put your head down, trying to focus until you were distracted by the appearance of a suit jacket and the glint of a belt buckle in the corner of your eye, and you felt the gaze of the wearer burn into your head.
You looked up to see two men standing before you, grinning down at you. They sparked your curiosity - you hadn’t seen them around before. One stood with his hands in his blazer pockets, dark glasses framing his face as the pinstripes of his pants swam in front of your eyes, his hair a shock of ice blonde. The other stood next to him, rubbing the back of his buzzed head, his short, bright crop top revealing a flash of skin.
You looked back up at them, almost as a challenge. You’d be lying if you said they didn’t intimidate you a little, especially the blonde, his stance oozing an unwavering confidence.
“You’re not gonna introduce your little friend to us, Tommy?” He spoke, smirking down at you, an almost vicious tone to his voice as it cut through the silence of the library, eliciting a harsh “Sh!” from the librarian. His friend laughed.
“(Y/N), Sick Boy and Rent Boy.” Tommy smiled, pointing at them respectively with the tip of his pencil.
You blinked. “Your parents must’ve hated you.” You spoke, prompting them to laugh, Sick Boy’s lip curling upward, revealing his teeth to you in his wicked, strange, endearing smile.
“Nicknames. Mark Renton and Simon David Williamson at your service. Friends call me Renton. We’re friends, I hope?” Renton teased as he slid next to Tommy, slinging his arm around his shoulders.
You raised your eyebrows. “Pending approval.” You retorted. “But since you’re at my service, approval may be given quicker if any of you happen to be good at statistics.” You spoke, pushing your assignment toward them.
Simon slid into the chair next to you, his cologne strong up close as he took the paper in his hand, lighting a cigarette. He glanced at it and plucked your pencil from your hand, scribbling the answers down at a remarkable speed as he nursed the smoke in his other hand, you looking on, completely amazed.
“Do you guys go to school with us?” You questioned.
“No. Too clever for that shite. Rents is too fuckin’ stupid.” Sick chuckled, making astonishing progress on your work as Mark flipped him off almost instinctively. You looked down at him, hunched over your paper, his mess of blonde hair hanging over it. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he concentrated. He finished the last question with a flourish, sliding the paper back to you.
“Sick Boy, you’re my hero.” You looked up at the work admirably, running your finger over the paper, feeling the ridges in his surprisingly neat scrawl.
He beamed back at you, sliding his arm over your shoulder. Sleazebag, you thought, affectionately. You smiled at him, meeting each other’s gaze.
“Why don’t you watch your hero play footie tonight?” Renton arched an eyebrow, smirking at you two. “Tommy, you coming?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. I can pick you up if you’re coming, (Y/N).” Tommy offered.
You glanced at Simon. “Sure.”
“You’re not allowed to smoke in here.” The librarian nagged, prompting Simon to tear his eyes away from you.
“Sorry.” He spoke, sarcastic, his lips twisted into an overly saccharine smile. He leaned back, pulling a hardcover from the shelf and stubbing the cigarette out on it. The librarian huffed as he and Renton stood, striding toward the door.
You watched Simon’s broad shoulders disappear past the shelves, looking back down at the book. Smoke wafted up from the scorched ring that sat in the middle of the first O in Dostoyevsky.
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parvulous-writings · 4 years ago
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Long time, no see // Mark Renton X Reader
Request: hello it could be a request about Mark renton where they were together, but they split up bc addition luwgo meet again in t2 happy ending​
Requested by:  @awesomemikaus
Summary: Mark Renton returns to Edinburgh after 20 years, with more than just catching up with the old group on his mind. 
Warnings: Drug (heroin) addictions. Strong language. Angst.
Words: 2.26K 
Notes: I think Ewan characters are slowly starting to become my brand. Not complaining, just observing.  As usual, ask/submit box is open! 
Key; Y/N - your name Y/L/N - your last name Y/H - your honourific (Mr, Ms, Mx, Dr, etc.)  (Thought this might be helpful for those who use the interactive fics extension) 
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You and Mark had had a rather... Rocky relationship.  This was not exactly surprising, given both of your situations. Mark was stuck in a rut with his addiction, and you were starting to be dragged down into that ditch with him from how much you were trying to help him. This had happened time and time again, and by that point you had reached your limit. 
You had stuck by him through thick and thin for as long as you could, for as long as your heart would allow, but after a while you simply could not any more. So, you had broken up with him. It was gut wrenching, heart shattering to see his face fall when you told him you were leaving you, but you didn’t have to see it for long. He quickly shut you out- which if anything was worse. You wanted to speak with him, to talk him through why you had decided to leave in more depth, but he just ignored you. You got used to it after a while, not seeing him anymore, and occasionally talking to Spud- the only one of Mark’s friends you had really gotten on with to any degree. 
About two weeks after you had gone your separate ways, Spud told you Mark had run off, leaving everything in Edinburgh behind.  “Good for him.” You muttered in reply, shaking your head slowly. Spud left you alone for the rest of the day after that, and it wasn’t long until you hardly spoke to him either; Mark, Simon, Daniel and Tommy soon becoming nostalgic memories, reminders of your earlier, more reckless years. 
Twenty years on, your life has changed, for the better in most areas. You’d moved uptown after getting a steady job- originally just as a cashier, but you’d worked your way up to managing one of the supermarkets. You no longer had to live down in the rougher areas of Edinburgh, and for that you were very glad. You had considered moving out of Edinburgh altogether, but there was something holding you back. A feeling of, well, home. Rough streets aside, you feel like there was nothing more familiar to you than Edinburgh now, and you’d learnt to live with the more undesirable side of everything. It’s just how things were. Occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of Spud, or Sick boy, and though you’d never speak to them now, they’d get you remembering. Memories of times long now passed would crop up in your mind, making you wonder “What if?” What if you hadn’t left Mark? Would he still be in Edinburgh? What if you had helped him through his addictions? Where would you both be now?  But the question that often seemed to stalk your mind late at night was; what if Mark came back?
More often than not you pushed this thought away, not wanting to dwell on anything to do with Renton. His time in your life was over, you’d tell yourself, he’d run off to wherever, and there was not much chance of him coming back. Least of all coming back and seeing you. This was what you told yourself whenever your mind brought it up. It had been twenty years since you last saw him, why on earth would he come back? 
These sorts of questions were pushed to the side during the day, when you were at work. Your days were usually the same, same old paperwork and phone calls, with a few instances where you had to step out to help your staff deal with a customer. However, this particular day wanted to take things in a slightly different direction.  The first thing to be different was your assistant opening your door- which did not happen unless you asked for a coffee. Which you had not. You looked up from your papers, looking over at the young man, who cleared his throat. “(Y/H) (Y/L/N), someone wants to see you.” He gestured with his head out of the door. You sighed gently in response.  “I’ll be out on the floor in a second, Stu. Tell them to hold on.” You replied, starting to temporarily wrap up your work, and Stu shook his head a little bit. “No, no, I mean they’re back here...” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, and you started to frown in confusion. Your store wasn’t due for an inspection till several months down the line, and there wasn’t exactly any big news or concerns bobbing about right now. “Huh?” You voiced your bafflement. “Who is it?” You asked him, to which he promptly shrugged.  “Dunno. Said he knew you donkey’s years back...” He told you bluntly, and you shook your head.  “Tell him to go away, I have work to do. If he really wants to see me, and he does know me, then he can wait around. I’m not going to get in trouble for something as stupid as that. You know what my luck is like, Stu.” You begin to return to your work even as you speak. Stu nodded, and began to close the door.  “Right you are.” He confirmed, leaving you to your papers for the rest of the work day. 
The rest of said work day went by rather quickly, with you too absorbed in your work to even give a thought to the random person who had asked for you earlier. It had quite slipped your mind as you packed up your things, leaving the building into the cool evening air.Stu hadn’t mentioned the person either, so they must have left, giving you no reason to stick around. Thankfully it wasn’t too dark just yet, but a few streetlights here and there had already flickered to life, casting a strong orange light onto the things beneath them.
There was nothing special about this walk home, it was the same as any other. Drab, uneventful, quiet besides the hum of car engines as they passed you by.  As you approached your home, you fumbled with your keys- the cold was enough to numb the tips of your fingers somewhat now. You had partially got through unlocking your door, when a voice made you look over you shoulder.  “(Y/N),” It was a man, around his mid-forties it seemed, with short, almost mousy brown hair, bright and vibrant blue eyes. You knew those eyes, too well.  Those were Mark Renton’s eyes. 
“Mark?” You ask, disbelieving the sight before you. You turn away from your door, your keys pressing against the palm of your hand. “Mark, what are you doing here?” You asked him, moving forward until you were about six feet away from him. “How did you even find out where I live?”  “I... I didn’t.” Mark admitted quietly. “I kind of followed you in my car.”  “Followed me in your car?” You echoed, still in disbelief, and partly in shock now too. You hadn’t noticed him following you- you probably should have done, but you didn’t. This got you thinking, and you decided to voice these thoughts aloud. “Hang on... Does that mean that was you asking for me at work?” You asked, blinking over at him as he nodded gently.  “Yeah... I know it probably wasn’t the best time to call for you, but I needed to see you, and Daniel- er- Spud, told me where you worked... Or at least where he last knew you worked.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. You just stared at him for a moment, your mind working double time to try and process everything he had just said.  Renton was back. He’d asked Spud where you were. He’d gone exactly where Spud would have told him. He couldn’t get to you, and thus had followed you home. He said he needed to see you. 
“Mark. You’ve been gone for twenty years. What on earth could you need to see me for?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest. “Why come back now?”  Mark sighed quietly, looking down at his feet for a moment as he took a slow breath. “I had a heart attack.” He tells you, bluntly. There’s no other way for him to say it, and there’s no point in sugar-coating it. “I’ve got a stent there now... Should last a few years, apparently..” He continued, putting his hands into his pockets. “It put a lot of things into perspective for me.. Made me want to come back here, for a little bit of nostalgia, I suppose.” He nodded slowly at his own words, confirming them to himself. You’re still stunned to silence for a moment longer.  “What.. What did it put into perspective?” You ask curiously, clearing your throat quietly mid-sentence. 
“That I was stupid fucker in my twenties.” Mark joked quietly, trying to lighten the mood, though he didn’t smile all that much.  “Are you talking about the addiction to heroin?” You asked, clearly unamused, and he nods slowly.  “Yeah.. Among a couple of other things.” He sighs gently, and at your questioning look, he continues to clarify. “I... I was thinking about us,(Y/N). I was thinking about what we had back then, and how stupidly I threw it away for a drug that almost killed me.”
You don’t know what you were initially expecting him to say, but it was certainly not that. Your shock clearly showed on your face, because you saw Mark’s expression shift slightly- mainly in his eyes- to worry. He was worried he’d overstepped something too quickly when he spoke his mind. He starts to speak again, “Look... I know it’s a little bit out of nowhere, but.. Could I come in? We can talk about it a little more...”He offered a warm smile to you, and to be honest you were starting to feel the cold chill in the air a little more now. You nodded, gesturing for him to follow. 
“Alright... But you’re going to have to ignore the mess. I wasn’t really expecting visitors.” You mumbled, turning around to unlock and open your front door.  “Don’t worry... I’m pretty sure that it’ll be much better than what we had twenty years back.” He joked in reply, giving you a little bit of a smile. You rolled your eyes, and dumped your keys on a small door-side table with a loud clink. “ “You want a cup of tea, or something?” You asked, being a polite host. He shook his head in reply.  “No, thank you. I’m alright.” He gave you a smile, “I’d prefer it if we just... Talked.” He told you, as you led him through to your small-yet-homey living room. 
You took a seat on the sofa, and he sat at the other end. He looked at you briefly, before averting his gaze to your coffee table. “So, you probably have some questions...”  “Yeah, no shit, Renton. You’ve been gone for twenty bloody years, didn’t hear a word from you, then suddenly, you’re back in Edinburgh, wanting to make amends.” You sighed quietly. “So,what gives? Yeah, you said about the heart attack, but was that really the entire reason of why the hell you followed me home in your car?” You asked, leaning back in your seat as you folded your arms over your chest. Mark seemed to think this over for a moment.  “Well, okay, maybe it’s not the only reason,” He admitted, finally moving his gaze to meet yours again. You gave him a look, prompting him to continue, and so he did. “I... I missed you. For twenty years, I’ve missed you. I wanted to take you with me when I left, but I couldn’t. I had to leave before the boys woke up, and you said you didn’t want to see me again. Which, I mean, rightly so, a lot of less than desirable things happened to the pair of us back then.” He was starting to ramble, his nerves starting to show and get the better of him. Whilst your were tired from your long day of work, so weren’t in the mood to deal with something too emotional. 
“What’s your point, Mark?” You asked with a gentle sigh,trying to seem at least a little bit empathetic towards him.  “My point is,” Mark echoed, “I miss you still. I want to apologise. And I want to ask for a second chance.”  The third point of his caught you slightly off guard. Another chance? After what happened last time? You weren’t so sure, and that indecisiveness clearly showed on your face, as Mark rushed to continue. “It doesn’t have to anything major at the minute. Just like... A coffee, or something, so we can get to know each other again.” He provided a simple plan, which did seem very enticing. Unable to say no because of the happy memories you could recall of him- few as they may or may not have been- you started to nod.  “Alright... I think a coffee sometime would be nice.” You started to smile a little bit, and Mark began to do the same. You sat in silence for a few moments, starting to lapse back into subtle behaviours the pair of you had when you were younger. You broke the silence after a little bit, “Would you like to stay the night?” 
Mark smiled, starting to nod a little bit. There was the (Y/N) he remembered. “I would very much like to, yes.” He told you. You nodded, your smile returning. 
“Mark?” “Yes, (Y/N)?” “I don’t know if any of the boys told you this, but... Welcome home, Rent-boy.” 
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snootsnoot-fiction · 4 years ago
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Cookie Dough
Characters: Mark Renton x reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Mention of drug relapse and overdose, and a little bit of smut. Otherwise fluffyflufffluff.
A/n: Recently been made aware it's the 25th anniversary of the Trainspotting film and suddenly felt like using it as an excuse to write a Renton fic in celebration (I mean, I really like the 5x tables too). I ended up channelling some of my fluffy needs into this
Summary: You and your boyfriend start the weekend by baking together...
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It had been a fun few months. Quite the rollercoaster actually. Scary at times, but ultimately fun and providing you an experience you'll never forget.
You went to Scotland for a well deserved extended holiday. A holiday you intended to be as stress-free as possible. 
Your family was quite well off. Not tremendously, but enough for people to assume you were a little too privileged growing up. They didn't know what it was like behind closed doors. 
You were the black sheep in a strict family. That combined with virtually everyone else around you either despising or using you for money, you quickly came to realise your only true friend was loneliness. Over your teenage years especially, a bunch of bad habits were tried out, but none of them ever really helped. 
Finally having enough, you just left. You didn't leave any sort of explanation, it's not like they would care, right? Even though your family were only known within certain circles and the city you grew up in, you decided to cut off a lot of your long locks to help people to not recognise you. It was time for you to attempt to live a normal life away from the people that controlled your life prior. 
In your casual clothing and shorter hair, you had made your way to Scotland - a place your parents never seemed to like. Within the first week, you met a couple girls that ended up bringing you to a group night out with their boyfriends and mates.
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There was a brief introduction. You looked at each man in turn; Spud, Sick boy, Tommy, Begbie, and Rents. They all gave you very different vibes, but you didn't have time to think over them before suddenly Begbie jumped right into telling a story a little too passionately. Not that you were paying much attention. 
The way Mark had looked at you earlier caught your attention. The both of you occasionally looked at Begbie to show you were listening, but you kept looking at each other. The more it happened, the more you wished you were sitting right next to him. Something about the man just drew you to him.
Eventually, after biting your lip during direct eye contact, you made the excuse you needed the toilet and that you'd get another round of drinks on the way back. You acted as though you were desperate to go to help make them think you'd be a short while.
Not too long after you reached the bathroom door, Renton appeared. You made sure the coast was clear enough before the both of you snuck into one of the cubicles. The second the door was locked, the man's large hands were on your face as he pressed a hungry kiss on your lips.
Next thing you knew, one of his hands was gripping your backside tightly, using it to grind into you particularly hard. The feel of his own excitement grinding roughly against you had you hot and desperate. It was you that started the action of getting rid of pants. After that, you had the best few minutes of your life.
You felt amazing and a million times lighter when you left that cubicle and went to go buy that round of drinks for everyone.
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Of course, you ended up spending a lot of time with them while in the country. Growing especially close with Mark Renton. While the meeting between the two of you was dirty in every sense of the word, that sexual tension wasn't on your mind as much as you expected it to be as you got to know the guy. 
You brought each other so much joy, it wasn't long before you realised you were actually falling for him. The pair of you ended up dating. Taking your time, but not too long, you also entered an official relationship. 
The only thing you did want to take your time with was admitting how you truly felt. You couldn't quite explain it, but you wanted to wait until the right moment to say it. Both of you had been through a lot, and those were some serious words. 
The first heartbreak you felt was when Mark relapsed. It felt like you hadn't been quite enough even though you knew these things happened sometimes. 
Throughout it all, though, you stuck with him. Supported him. Renton was aware of just how lucky he was, and he had to fight the urge every day to tell you he loved you, in fear of scaring you off. He felt lucky enough to have you with him still, even after relapsing, and he tried hard to make sure you knew he appreciated that. 
It was when he overdosed that you experienced your biggest heartbreak yet. To almost have lost him hurt you in a way you never had hurt before. When his parents told you they were going to make him quit cold turkey, you agreed with it. You hated to think of the suffering he would go through, but you knew this might be the only way lest he not wake up next time. 
Deciding it was maybe time to try make a start on your own life, you moved down to London, leaving a message with Mark's parents about where you were going in hopes he'd follow suit when he managed to get clean again. 
That's exactly what he did.
Now, you and Mark each had your own comfy apartments and jobs in London. The pressure of your old lives behind you. Naturally it took a little while to get over how things had been left, but you were soon right back where you were before - bringing nothing but pure joy to one another. 
Both of you happened to have the weekend off, so you had decided to spend it at your place. Your week had been particularly stressful, so you felt awful to begin with when you got home on Friday evening. 
Your boyfriend called, quickly saying he was going to be a little longer, but not explaining why. There was already a spare change of clothes for him at your place, so you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't tell you what he was doing.
It wasn't long before there was a knock at your door. Getting up with a sigh, you answered. Only to be greeted immediately by Mark grabbing your face and giving you a quick kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you like he hadn't seen you in over a month. Your heart and body melted into him.
"I've missed you." He mumbled against your ear.
"We saw each other a couple days ago." Your words muffled against his chest, although you missed him too. Pulling away, the man held your shoulders as he looked at you in forced disbelief.
"Are you saying I'm not allowed to miss you?" He raised a brow. "No." He added with a finger to your lips when he saw you readying to respond. You both knew he wasn't serious. Letting go, he picked up a small bag of stuff off the floor and you closed the door after letting him in.
"What's in the bag?" You questioned as you followed him to the kitchen area. Renton didn't answer straight away as he took one item out at a time. You walked up to see ingredients to what you could only assume would be cookies. "Are you going to make cookies?" You questioned further. Mark turned to face you.
"We're going to make cookies."
"We're going to bake together?" You couldn't help the excited gasp. Baking together was always something you wanted to do with him. It was Mark Renton, so you figured it would be extra fun.
"We are." He, himself, couldn't help his excited smile at seeing how excited you were at the idea. You had seemed down when you opened the door, but that had apparently evaporated. 
Before you could say anything else, he turned around and pulled the last item out of the bag - an apron. Another gasp left you. You had one apron yourself, but seeing he had bought one himself only made the following events that much more exciting. 
The man threw his jacket and shirt off, allowing you a glimpse of his chest before he threw his apron on. Then all of a sudden your own apron was thrown at you, bringing you back to reality. Pulling it over your head, you saw your boyfriend smirking at you before moving to stand behind you and tie your apron. 
With Renton having no idea what to actually do, you took charge. It was when it got the cracking of the eggs that things really started to get fun.
Watching closely to make sure no shell fell into the bowl, you were completely unprepared for what happened once the eggs were in. Suddenly his sticky yolk fingers were on your cheeks and before you could react, he placed a kiss on your lips, chuckling at the stunned look on your face.
"Earth to Y/N, hello?" He teased after a moment, bringing you back to said Earth.
"...You got egg on my face!"
"Is there a problem?" Despite trying hard to keep a straight face, there was a small smile peeking through. You dipped your fingers - clean of course - lightly into the egg before simply wiping them on his face. 
"Not at all." You said, succeeding in keeping a straight face for now as you sorted the ingredients. Mark stared with a mix of confusion and excitement before helping again. Tonight was going to be fun. 
Before long, all the ingredients had been mixed together, and the both of you found yourselves looking down at the cookie dough thinking the exact same thing.
It was you who acted first. You acted as casual as possible as you dipped a single finger in to scoop a little out.
"Wanna try some?" You used the question as a guise, carefully lifting your finger up near his lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shrugged and kept it open for your finger. Smiling, you wiped the cookie dough on your finger all over his nose. 
Mark looked genuinely shocked for a moment as you giggled. Almost like a deer in headlights. After a moment, you unable to stop giggling, he started laughing too. 
"I love you!" The words fell out by themselves from his mouth. Now you were the deer in headlights. Your heart pounded and there were butterflies in your stomach. Realising what he had said, your boyfriend stopped laughing and looked around to avoid your shocked look. Then he looked at the bowl of cookie dough. 
Not bothering to hide his intentions, he dipped a finger in to swipe some himself. It took you a second to come back to reality as you saw what he was doing. 
"Wait! N-" You went silent as he smeared it, not only on your nose, but on your entire face. Now it was his turn to laugh as you processed everything that just happened, but suddenly you started to laugh as well.
"I love you too!" You laughed as you smeared the cookie dough from his nose all over his face. 
Neither of you really knew how to react, so you simply dissolved into fits of laughter until you could contain it enough to actually put the dough on a tray then in the oven. You and Mark Renton were smiling blissfully the entire time. 
A new kind of weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you were completely, absolutely, and undeniably in love.
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danielsharmanswife · 4 years ago
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-A warm bath and a sandwich-
Ewan McGregor characters x reader
2nd month: Mark Renton x Fem! Reader. (Part 1)
Author's note: Hey, cuties!❤ How have you been? I hope you and your family are safe and sound. I just wanted to say that I'm quite happy about this chapter and I hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
As always, I want to remind you that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistake.
Word count: 1,821
Warning: mention of drugs, swearing
Tag list: @rosionis @rebleforkicks @bluerose512 @space-no0dle @elizabeth-skywalker
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You didn't feel any dizziness, or a white light, you didn't even feel yourself levitating. For a moment, you thought you were still with Catcher, but when you opened your eyes, you confirmed that you were no longer there with him. 
You were in a totally white room that was so bright it burned your eyes. It seemed unreal, a science fiction room, the kind without doors or windows. The only thing in the room was a high white table made of the same material as the walls and the floor. On that table were two objects: an envelope and the Barbara Novak book.
You were very puzzled but you approached the table and took the envelope, opening it and taking out the note that was inside.
 It said:
Good morning, (y / n)! I see that you have passed the month easely ! But don't think that things will continue to be so simple... This month is going to be very interesting!  We have to congratulate you. We've been watching you and you seem to know how to handle yourself! We knew you were the one! It's time for me to give you a hint about what to expect this month. But first I'm going to tell you what you will have to get for us. This object is ... a disco sign! Good luck and don't be discouraged..
Choose life!
You read the note several times to remember every detail of it and when you looked up, you heard a click.
Instantly, you were in a bedroom with the same layout as your room from the previous month but the furniture was more modern, from the late 80s. The old wooden floor creaked with every step you took and the walls, which were quite neglected and full of cracks, echoed violently due to the music coming from upstairs. It was very annoying, so you decided to go investigate where it came from. 
You left the apartment, but not before taking the keys that were on the door and went up the stairs that led to the upper floor. The music was coming from the red door at the end of the landing. You approached the door and rang the bell, no one opened the door, you rang again, but nobody showed up. Since no one seemed to hear the bell, you started knocking on the door, louder and louder. 
You were very surprised that no one came to complain about the noise or peeked out from the knocks you were giving against the door. Either no one lived on the other floors or they didn't care about the noise at all. You looked at your wristwatch, it was two a.m. Yes, definitely no one lived there. 
Curiosity got the better of you and you tried to think of a way to open that door. You decided to kick it. In movies it always worked, right? It couldn't be that difficult. 
It was a big mistake.
You took four steps away and ran to it, when your foot hit the door, it opened wide, making you fall into the apartment. Turns out the door wasn't locked in any way. 
On the floor, you turned over to be on your back and saw that the inside door was completely bricked up with wooden boards that were nailed to the door but didn’t reach the wall. Whoever was in there, if they didn't want to be disturbed, they weren't doing anything right. 
You got up off the ground and dusted off your clothes. Good thing you were alone.
When you recovered from such humiliation, you continued your way through the house looking for the origin of the music. You crossed a corridor, letting yourself be guided by the rumbling of the walls that was getting louder, letting you know that you were getting closer. You ended up in front of a big gray, neglected door and opened it without a second thought.
When you opened the door, a strong smell of cigarettes and something stronger filled your nose, causing you to take a step back. The floor was littered with syringes, vomit puddles, and other gadgets that you couldn't describe. 
In the middle of the room, there was a young guy, with shaved hair and a yellow shirt that was slightly small, revealing his torso. The boy was unconscious, face down, he hadn’t noticed your presence yet.
You went to open the only window in the room, to ventilate and turned off the radio. 
Mission accomplished.
As soon as the young man stopped listening to the dreadful music, he began to move, lazily and turned around, letting you see that it was Mark Renton himself.
"Put the music back on." he simply said. 
"It bothered me." you replied.
Mark, not recognizing the voice that had spoken to him, turned to you, puzzled. 
"Who the hell are you?"
"My name is (y / n) and ... I live downstairs. Your music bothered me and as the door was open, I had no choice but to enter."
The boy got up, he seemed dizzy. He cursed himself for not having closed the door properly. Trudging out of his thoughts, Renton fixed his gaze on you. 
"That's illegal. You know that, love?" 
"Yeah and you’re the one who’s high as fuck in a house that I bet that isn’t even yours with the music blaring at 2 a.m."
Mark fell silent and spoke after a few seconds.
"I'm Mark, by the way, but my friends call me Renton."
"Nice to meet you, I guess." you said. 
"Same here." 
You stayed a while observing the mess on the ground. 
"Are you alone?"
"You mean if I'm single? Because in that case, yes, I am." 
"No." You giggled. "I'm asking if there's anyone else in this house. I'm saying that because this place stinks and it's cold. I think you should go down to my apartment and take a hot bath. I'll make you something to eat so you wipe off the effects of whatever you have in your body."
Mark, who was still somewhat disoriented, accepted, although it was a strange proposal since you didn’t know each other at all.
"I'm not going to do anything to you" you said, trying to reassure him. "I just want to help you." 
You took the key that was in your pants pocket, showing it to him.
As you walked down the stairs, Mark asked you:
"This building isn’t safe. How is it that a girl like you lives in a place like this? Only families with a single salary live here and young people like me who come to ... you know .." 
"I’ll only be here for a while. I usually travel a lot due to my job... I couldn't afford a better flat either." 
You came downstairs and opened the door to your apartment, inviting him inside.
"This house is very nice, it doesn't look like a rental one. Seeing how bad this building is.." he said. 
"Even if a building is 'bad', as you say, it doesn’t mean that you can’t live well." you led him to the living room. "Stay here. I'm going to go get some towels so you can take a hot bath. It'll do you good, you'll see. In the meantime, I'll fix something to eat. What would you want?"
"A sandwich would be nice.."
You nodded and headed to the bathroom. That meeting had been super strange and you didn't quite understand how you had ended up in that situation. Right now you were preparing a hot bath for Mark Renton, who was right now lying on your couch trying not to puke up. You would never have imagined that this would be your first meeting. 
After preparing the bath, you returned to the living room and saw that the boy had sat up. 
"Are you okay?" You asked him.
"It's just the side effects, I'll be fine in a few hours."
You just nodded. You didn't think this was the time to ask anything more.
"The bathtub is ready. I have left the towels right next to it. You can stay as long as you want. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." 
Without saying anything else, you left the room.
While you were making two sandwiches with the few ingredients you had, Renton went into the bathroom and began to undress. He looked at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror, analyzing all the scars on his arms. Those drugs weren't doing him any good but he couldn't do anything about it. 
With a long sigh, he staggered over to the tub and crept in carefully. The water was warm, not too hot, not too cold, at a perfect temperature. Mark relaxed and allowed his eyes to close. It felt good there, because of your strange kindness. You had suddenly appeared, offering him help, just what he needed. Maybe that was going to be his new beginning, his way of being able to swim to the surface. It had been too weird to just walk away with her, but no one had treated him like this for too long and he couldn't resist.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. How long had it been?
"Mark? Is everything okay?" He heard your voice on the other side of the door "I just wanted to tell you that the sandwiches are ready. You can go out whenever you want. And I have brought you a somewhat baggy T-shirt and pants that you can use as pajamas. I’m going to leave them here at the door." 
"Thank you." He replied.
You smiled to yourself, put the clothes on the door, and went back to the kitchen. A short time later, you saw him walk in and told him to sit at the table. Renton, seeing the sandwich and the tea you made for him, practically lunged for it, like he hadn't eaten in years. You laughed a bit and sat across from him. 
After several seconds in silence, you decided to speak. 
"Mark .. Can I ask you a question?" The young man nodded as he admired the food in his hands "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He stopped looking at his plate to look at you. 
"You’re asking about the injections?" You nodded slightly "It's the life I've chosen. I couldn't fill the void that keeps me from sleeping at night and drugs are the only thing that keeps me aliv ... you know?" He went silent for a few seconds "But I want to change! I want to be totally clean and have a normal life." 
"If that's what you want .." you started to say "I can help you." 
The gaze of the boy in front of you lit up.
 "Would you do that?" 
"Of course!"
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darling-i-read-it · 5 years ago
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A-Z Fluff with Alex Law
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
Requested: by @undercanonthots​, I don’t want to be annoying but I really enjoyed your alphabets and I was wondering if I could request some ideas of some other characters that I would love to see! A NSFW alphabet for Benoit and a SFW alphabet for Benoit and Alex! If you’re tired of doing alphabets that’s fine! Also, hope you’re doing well!
Author’s Note: I hope you two enjoy!
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A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)
Bar hopping, hanging around the house, and going to the movies. It’s always very mellow kinds of dates.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Alex is probably not one to have a kid. He doesn’t like them and I don't think that he’d ever really have any leeway on that. It’d just be the two of you till the olden days. 
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
With your head on his chest, his hands in your hair and your arm under him. You do a lot of your talks in that position, just about your day and such.
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Very down to earth unless you’re out drinking. You both feel safe around one another so when you get some liquid suggestion in your systems it doesn’t always go the way you would hope but it's always fun 
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)
You are his sun
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
He knew that he was in love when he saw you wearing one of his shirts for the first time. You were walking out of the bathroom after a shower and had forgotten to pack some clean clothes so he just threw on one of his shirts. He called a joke out to you and when you walked in you were laughing, hair wet, blissfully happy. He knew he was hooked. 
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
He’s mostly gentle. He likes to jump onto the bed and tackle you but he is mostly a very gentle guy. To you anyway
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
He isn’t a big hand holder but when you’re sitting to have dinner or something he likes to be touching you in some way and hand holding is often the most convenient. 
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
Alex remembers thinking your shirt was cool. It was loose and it looked like you had just thrown it on while also very meticulously picking it out. 
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Very. He isn’t likeable, possessive, he likes that you’re your own person and all but he does get insecure that you’ll leave him for someone better so he does tend to get jealous. 
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
He kissed you first. The kisses are usually quick and brief when you’re having to move past each other but when you’re alone you can really get into it. 
L = Love (Who says ˜I love you™ first?)
You did. He wasn’t big on the word, he thought it held too much meaning but the second he heard you say it he knew he had to say it back because he did love you. 
M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)
His favorite memory is when you went bar hopping the second time and you weren’t really sure how drunk you could really get because you still wanted to make sure he got home alright and then you did shots and lost it. He has a picture of you from that night over the bed. You would have gotten married if you lived anywhere near Vegas. 
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
He doesn’t have a ton of money (pre death of roommate) so he wasn’t really able to spoil you but he sure damn tried. 
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
A dark blue. No reason just cause
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Baby, babe, sweets, princess
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
Old ass cars (does that count?)
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
He likes to hang out and watch game shows with you. You have kept score of who wins the most by answering the correct questions. Alex is currently winning. 
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
He likes to listen to music and vibe. 
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Aaaannnnyyythinnnngggg. He is one of those guys that could just go on for the rest of his life and never make a point.
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
You laying with him, hanging out and watching TV
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
He loves his hair. Rightly so. 
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
Alex actually proposed to you in the back of Juliet's car because you ran out of gas and she had to come get you but she had to stop at the store. It wasn’t planned AT ALL
X = Xylophone (What's their song?)
Wonderwall by Oasis
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
He only wants to get married if you want to. It isn’t really anything pressing for him and he doesn’t mind it if you don’t. In the end he did it just to tell people you were his wife
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
A stubborn cat 
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present, Bookends of Life
Part 11
Summary: Almost time for Mark to head back home.
Note: It took a few rewrites, but happy with how this is. Sex, bound and gagged against will. Can’t believe it all started here: Past and Present, Bookends of Life
Mark eyed you as you looked around your flat a final time. What you had decided to sell was wrapped up. The last of the boxes were already on a truck heading to his home. He leaned in a doorway.
You went over to him, he stood and held his arms out to you. He brushed some hair from your face. “Are you alright my little coffee cake?”
He knew that not only was this a huge step but he had to remember, it was for you as well. He would have never guessed that by visiting the past he’d bring back his future.
You nodded, you gave him a soft smile. “Just that I had alot of good memories here.”
He reached down and cupped your cheeks. “You will love where we are going.” He promised.
“Our flight out tomorrow, can’t come soon enough.”
“You are so right.”
In the back of his mind, he was really worried. Things were too quiet. Begbie being this close and so quiet, that wasn’t him.
******
Mark laid down on the bed in his hotel room, and he rubbed his eyes. Sighing, he threw an arm over his eyes. Distantly he enjoyed the sounds of you puttering around as you freshened up for the party tonight. It brought a smile to his face. He was though itching to get back to his night club.
Tonight, Simon wanted him to look over the location one more time for the spa that him and Veronika were starting up. Simon and Spud told him, they wanted so send the two of you off in style, so they threw a small get together. That worried him. There were too many ears in their small circle. He imagined that is where Begbie would make his move.
He felt as the bed gave under your weight. “Have a good shower?” He mumbled, he didn’t move his arm just yet.
His stomach stirred as he felt you straddle him, his smile turned into a smirk. “I did.” You whispered close to his ear.
Moving his arm, pleasure unknotted in his stomach, the wet strands of your hair sat just the right way in your face.
“Why look at you? My pretty lass.” He laid his hands on your soft thighs.
You flushed and wiggled just enough to make a soft sound come from him. “You are so comfortable.”
“Thank you.” He squeezed your thighs. “But I have to leave soon. Simon and Veronika want to look over the place a final time.”
A small impish smile came over your face. “I suppose then we’ll have to make it quick then, won’t we?”
He could feel himself getting harder as you sat. It was undeniable how you could just turn him on! “I suppose then we will have to.”
You slid down from his lap, he watched your delicate slender fingers make quick work of his belt and pants, lifting his hips then you tugged them down.
You made a soft sound. “Yes, there is no way I could leave you like this.”
“Get back here baby.”
With a sigh breaking your lips, you slide down on his hard length. “Mark.” You whispered.
He reached out and held your hands as you rode him. The way your breasts bounced and the curve of your body. His excitement was almost too much.
“Yes.” He made a soft sound.
“Are you sure that I had better hurry?” You gently teased as you slowed in your movements.
Releasing your hands he gently rocked your hips against him. “Yes. I may want to cuddle you a little afterwards.” He winked.
“Well, then I suppose that is a good enough reason.”
Damn, you felt so good and as you bent down and kissed him, they were hungry breathless kisses.
He let hands drift up, “How did I get so lucky, finding someone as lovely as you?” He murmured against your lips.
His continued to drift upward until his thumbs pulled some of the most delightful sounds from you as grazed your already very erect nipples. The movements it caused in you while sitting being on top of him were electrifying.
“That’s my lass.” He encouraged.
You trembled, “Mark,” you breathed. “Oh, Mark.” You called out a second time, louder then before and he could feel as you came hard.
He moved deeper in you as you did, and jt was only then did he let himself cum, moaning out your name.
****
You were half on, half off him as you gathered your breath. He gently, ran his fingers through your soft strands. You looked up at him.
“Now you can go off see the place a final time.”
“You sure you don’t want to come?” His arm around your middle tightened.
You nodded. “Yes. I want you to get to the party with the boys, and watch as I slid off my barstool and come over to you knowing I’m still all a flutter from all of this.” You pressed a kiss against his chin.
A deep chuckle came from him. “Well, then I do like the sound of that.”
******
He got off the subway. And walked the short distance to what would the spa by the river in this later hour, it would be a great locale. Simon had finally done something really good.
His phone buzzed.
Little Coffee Cake: You sent a picture of your lacy knickers. Lacy for tonight.
To His Little Coffee Cake: You can be such a tease. ♥️ See you soon. I’m about to walk in.
He stuffed his phone into his pocket. As he was about to push open the door to the establishment, his phone buzzed again to life. Smiling, he took out his phone.
Simon: Rentboy, come upstairs I want to make a toast in my office.
To Simon: Alright. I’m here.
He pushed open the door. It was almost too quiet. He supposed he was just so used to all the construction workers during the day with them there it was just kind of eerie.
Walking up the stairs, he didn’t see a light coming from under Simon’s office it made him nervous. But then he remembered how Simon was always one for surprises. So shrugging off the ill feeling, turning the know he went into his office.
“Alright, I’m here. Stop being silly Simon.” His brow furrowed. “Spud?”
Taking his phone out for light. He stopped when he spotted, Simon and Spud tied, gagged and sitting on the floor in front of him.
Fear took ahold of his stomach. And before he could react, a crack of pain shot through his arm as a bat slammed into it. His phone went flying.
“I finally got you.” Growled a voice he knew that sent shivers down his back. He crashed the floor.
But he would not let that happen, he scrambled and struggled to get up but he did. With all his strength, he pushed at Begbie who fell backwards with a cry and loud thud.
He looked down at Simon and Spud, who looked like they were struggling against their bonds. Simon made a motion for him to get out of there. Somehow he ran around the fallen Begbie and out of the office. He didn’t know where to go. Seeing a door he tore it open. And locked it behind him. He had to try and collect his thoughts.
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present, the Book Ends of Life
Part 5
Summary: Lazy day when news strikes like lightning.
Warning: kisses, sensual sex
Laying, there Renton looked over at you, a smile curled his lips. As he looked over, he admire the subtle curve of your shoulder which led to the valley of your back to the eventual curve of your hips. Your soft form framed by the rain that streaked down the windows.
He found you absolutely adorable and charming. Your apartment, was not far off from being that as well. He loved the little plants on your window sill or purple carved hippo or the small daisy shaped dish that held your rings with your little plants on the window sill.
Reaching down, he watched as you grabbed a piece of toast that was smeared with some very nice jelly. Rolling he came, to you. “This is nice.” He said before pressing a kiss on your shoulder then your cheek before moving fast and snatching a quick bite.
“Mark!” You squealed. “Hey!” You put the toast down and pushed him. “That was my piece.”
He swallowed and then laid back giggling.
You hung over him. “I never expected that you would be a toast snatcher.” A huge smile was spread across your face. He reached you, cupping your cheek, which you leaned into.
“Will you still kiss this toast snatcher?” He rose and eyebrow.
You leaned on close. “Maybe.” Giggles bubbled from you and they ended with a soft kiss laced with the sweetness of the jelly. He enjoyed how your naked body against him as you braved grabbing a fresh piece of toast.
“This one is mine.” You sat back then and nibbled at it, holding it close.
“Oh is it?” Moving, he grabbed your feet gently and pulled. You fell back giggling and he tried to take bites at your toast before ate it all before his eyes. “See it, was all mine!”
“I guess so.” Maneuvering, he looked down at you loving the twinkle he saw in your eyes. He kissed you them long and deep. With he pulled back from it he sighed.
Coming to rest, he laid on his side beside you. Letting, his fingers idly run over your body. “I am glad my friend and his girl didn’t scare you away.”
You smiled, putting a hand behind your head. “You and your friend certainly are passionate about things.”
“Yeah, we feed off our feelings about things. I’ve known him since primary school.”
You gave him, a playful look. “Oh, I bet the two of you got into loads of trouble.”
“No...not at all.”
You raised your eyebrows.
“Alright, maybe a little.”
“So he does drugs?” You grew a little serious.
“Yeah.” Renton ran his fingers through his hair. Might as well be honest, he really liked you. He hoped it wouldn’t push you away. “I’ve been clean for twenty.”
“And being around him, brings no temptation?”
He laid back, looking at your ceiling. He looked back at you. “Not in the least.”
“Good.”
He closed his eyes, then smiled as he felt your soft body, straddle his hips. He slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at you. As he did he could feel a stirring. Bending down, he happily excepted your kiss. “You are stronger then your friend, I’m relieved.” You whispered.
A soft moan came from his mouth, as he felt your tongue trail a path up his throat. He swallowed. “That feels so good.”
“I hope so.” You gave him a sly smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first caught sight of you looking up at the coffee menu.” You admission gave him shivers of delight.
He watched you through hooded eyes, as your hands reached back and gently moved your hands up and down his growing arousal. He laid his hands on you hips, letting his thumbs caress you.
Moments, later his stomach tightened as you slid down on him. “Oh Mark,” you moaned. You arched. “I do love how you feel in me.” Gently you began moving on top of him. He glided his hands up and easily held you. Together, you moved together moans mingled. Soft and deep kisses, and your beat together. Everything, had felt so good. The kiss broke when a loud crack of thunder was over the two of you. You both shared a smiled, and once against the slow deep kisses resumed.
******
Later, you both laid still cuddled up watching the rain continue to fall. As he laid, he a soft pain entered his heart. When he came here, all he wanted to do was help Simon, he had not planned on finding someone like you. He still didn’t know, how longer he would be in town.
Perhaps the commute between here and Amsterdam, wouldn’t be so bad. He wasn’t ready and nor did be want to say goodbye to you. You were the kind of lass, maybe he could finally have the life he imagined. He let his nose drift to the soft strands of your head, so sweet and delicate like the rest of you.
Maybe, he’d swing by his dad’s. Maybe he’d bring you. It was something to think about.
His phone buzzed to life. He closed his eyes, he really didn’t want to move or even grab it. It could wait. But it continued to buzz. Sighing, he finally reached over. You made a soft sound.
You made a soft sound. “Everything ok?” You finally asked, your voice a little heavy from having dozed off.
“Oh, yeah I bet it’s just Sinon wondering why we wandered off.” He smiled. He reached a bit more, and was finally able to grab his phone.
Annoyed, he thumbed in his password.
Spud: Mark, Begbie is in town. Where are you?
Fear shattered his mood.
Mark to Spud: With my girl, yes I have a girl. I’ll call you soon.
He began feeling a tightness in his chest.
“Mark?”
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present, the Bookends of Life
Part 8
Summary: Fallout of Begbie and the light of a happy future!
Mark, glanced over as you and Veronika, looked and walked through all the different colors of the lingerie. Leaning, on the railing outside the store anger still burned in his stomach.
“We will have to keep a close eye on the girls.” Simon remarked picking up on his thoughts.
“I can’t believe he did that to her. He doesn’t know her at all.” He scratched the back of his head. “She wasn’t even part of the old crew.”
Just then you took a negligee, your eyes met and you smiled. He smiled back and nodded. He liked that one.
“Maybe, you two should just go back to Amsterdam.” Simon grimaced.
“Do you think, she’d join me out there?”
Simon shrugged. “Maybe. When we were all hanging out, I’ve never had a girl look at me, the way she looks at you.”
“Well, what about Veronika?”
“We didn’t start dating for good reasons. I like her but I’m just not sure if she cares for me like I do for her.”
“You got it bad.”
Simon nodded. “For the first time I do.”
Mark sighed. “I feel the same way, I really like her. But I’m not sure if I should drag her down. She is so young and full of life, I mean look what just happened.”
“Yeah, but she ran to you not away. She loves you man.”
“I hope so.” Mark, looked off.
“Hey gentlemen, we ladies need you.” Veronika, leaned out of the store.
Simon chuckled. “How much did you grab? Half, quarter of the store?”
She pushed him when he near. “Only a few pieces, Simon.
Mark followed, smiling shaking his head. He found you. You looped your arm with his and held what you chose, away from him.
“You really don’t have to buy any of this.” You whispered, as the two of you settled behind a woman who was behind Simon and Veronika.
“What if I want to? I’ve been wanting to spoil you.”
“Then” You went up on your tip toes, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “You better take me back to your place so I can model it all for you.”
Turning, he found your mouth and gave you a quick kiss. “I would love that very much.”
*****
“We just have to stop by the club with Simon, then we can finally head back to the hotel.”
“Do I really need protection?”
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“I know..I know.” You squeezed his thigh. “I just don’t want to be a pain.”
“Simon, was even suggesting you coming back with me to Amsterdam.” He blurted out. He had not meant to say it, he didn’t want to scare you.
A silence filled the car, as it grew so did knots on the bottom of his stomach.
“Would you?” You finally spoke again.
Just, they pulled into obscenely large parking lot. So he parked and turned to you. “Bring you back with me?”
“Yes.” You looked him but then looked out the windshield.
He reached out and took your hand. “If you wouldn’t mind moving in with old me.”
You turned and your eyes were alit, not just from the parking lot lights. “You’re not old.”
“My sweet little coffee cake, I am worlds older.”
You rolled your eyes, and squeezed his hand. “I don’t care about any of that. It’s you an that wicked smile that made me fall hard for you.”
“Is that all?” He smirked.
Turning, caressed his cheek. “There are other things. But sure, I would love to go with back to Amsterdam. I have nothing tying me here.”
He smiled. “I’d like having you around.”
You drew him close and drew closer himself, inhaling and your lips met.
*****
You sat over by one of the walls with Veronika. You both were chatting away. He didn’t bring up the chat the two of you had. He wanted to just enjoy the after glow of knowing you cared for him as much as he cared for you.
Looking over the crowd, made him miss his club. But it made him also just want to escape all the more back to his hotel room and just be with you right now.
“Simon, they’re taking forever. I’m going to go and sit with Y/N.”
“I’ll bring them over when they show up.”
*****
Veronika, smiled and met him half way. “I’m going to go and check on Simon.”
“He’s back that way.” Mark pointed in his direction
She smiled. “Alright.”
“Mark...is that you? What are you doing in Edinburgh?”
He stopped and rolled his eyes. She was one of his major providers for his liquor. He plastered a smile on his face as he turned to the voice.
“Hello Janice. I have family and friends in this area.”
“Ahh, I see.”
A soft warm hand took his hand. As he looked down at you, he squeezed your hand.
“An look at this, have you been hiding her away from us? She looks like a proper lieve.”
“She is.” He agreed.
She looked over at you. “You’re a lucky girl.”
You gave a shy smile.
“I’ve been trying to catch his eye for years.”
“Janice, please.”
She stepped forward, placed a hand on his chest. “It’s true Mark.”
He grimaced. “Well, don’t want to mess up how much good business we do.”
Her face fell. “Suppose you’re right.”
******
Mark, waiting for you had shed his shoes and sweater. “I’m all ready pretty girl.” He called to you.
Moments later you opened the door opened and his smiled widened. He loved seeing your soft curves clad in such delicate pieces.
Walking, over he easily pulled you onto his lap. He draped his arms around you. “God, you are so lovely.” Reaching, up he tucked some hair behind your ear.
You flushed. “I never guessed you were so popular.”
“Oh, you mean with what she said.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what she was talking about.”
“In all fairness, are incredibly handsome.” She pressed a kiss on his throat.”
He made a soft sound. “I’m just an old lazy mug who was lucky enough to have met you.” He let his hands move along your soft back.
“If you were any of that, I’m not so sure I’d be here.” You playfully teased.
Your eyes meeting you shared a chuckle. “Glad I got all fit before coming home.”
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present the Bookends of Life
Part 7
Summary: Things ago awry when trying to plan for the rest.
You were glad that you and Veronika had hit it off. The two of you were having a small chat about shopping when you two thought why not! The boys were consumed with what to do for their next step. The two of you didn’t want to just stay in the pub.
“Where are you parked?”
“Simon has me park it out back.”
“I left my purse in the car.” Veronika gave you a playful look. “What? Mark, spoils me.” You giggled. “I’ll be right back.”
Mark was leaning against the bar slowly sipping at his beer when you came over. The voices hushed as you neared but a smile spread across his face.
“Yes, baby.”
“Can I have the keys? I need to grab my purse.”
He smirked, “They’re in my pocket. Come ‘ere and get them.” Drawing closer you reached in his back pocket and grabbed the keys.
He put his hand over yours in his pocket. “Tell him, I’m grabbing your drinks.”
You smiled. “Oh, he knows. I am grabbing my purse because Veronika and I are gonna go shopping.”
Simon, chuckled. “Let her grab her purse, going with Veronika and they might buy an entire store. Why do you think I am trying to build a spa?”
You saw Veronika playfully push him.
“Hey lass, its true.” Veronika, rose an eyebrow. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He chuckled, then looked over at Mark. “Alright, half a store.”
Mark smiled broader. “Have fun baby. If you buy something nice.” He gave you a playful smile. “You will have to model it for me later.”
You giggled and flushed. “I will keep that in mind.” You looked at Veronika. “I’ll be right back.”
“Great, I will go warm the car.”
You pulled the keys from his back pocket. Mark, turned to you rubbed your arm. “Be safe. Don’t talk to any strange men alright. We don’t know where he is.”
You looked up at him and gave him a brave smile. “I promise. And I will buy something nice.” You whispered the last part.
He chuckled. “Good, you deserve it.” Leaning, in close, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can’t wait for the show.” He whispered.
You smiled, sighing. “Alright, I’ll be right back with the keys.”
You swished away. Distantly, you could hear as Simon clapped Mark on the back. “I’ll say it again, Rentboy, you got a good lass there.”
“I certainly do.” You heard Mark reply and couldn’t resist looking back and smiling. You both shared a smile since he looked after you.
The door, clanked behind you as you made your way over to the car. You were about to beep it, when someone came out of the shadows and pushed you up against the car. Before you could scream or call out. A rough hand closed over your mouth and squeezed.
“Don’t fuuuucking scream or you’ll pay. I need information and you’re gonna give it to me.” The voice rasped, as fear like a cold blanket wrapped around you, making you shake. “Nod, if you understand.”
You nodded.
The owner of the voice, whipped you around.
“What’s your name doll?”
“Y/N.” You continued to shake. You immediately cast your eyes down.
“Y/N, well that’s lovely.” He leaned in close, you could hear as he inhaled. “Don’t you smell pretty.” He smelled sale, rancid. It made your stomach which was already churning to only churn harder, making you ill.
“What...what do you want?”
He grabbed you by the mouth again and squeezed. “I’m the asking the questions doll. Alright?”
You nodded, tears from fear slid down your cheeks.
“And, how do you know Mr. Renton?” His hand moved down your throat. Your phone buzzed to life. “Get that.” He rasped but didn’t loosen his hand on you.
Reaching, blindly you grabbed your phone. You held it up.
A bitter chuckle came from him.
“See....he’s...he’s my...my boyfriend.”
“Tell, him you are still looking for something in the car.” He demanded.
With your hand shaking you did as he told you. “Always, the lady man.” He remarked as he looked you over.
“Ok, put that away.” His squeezed your throat. “Tell me, had he poked you yet?”
Your eyes flared indignantly, despite being terrified.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
A crooked smile broke his face. “Good. Deserves to get laid before I kill him.” He smirked. “Now, tell me how long is he gonna be here?”
“I...I don’t know.”
He squeezed hard, making you gasp. “Don’t you lie to me.”
You tried to plead with your eyes. “I, I really don’t know.”
“Alright. Well you tell him, I am ready to kill him.” He paused and tilted his head to one side. “You tell him, if he runs,” He drew closer, you could feel his breath. It smelled strongly of gin. “Believe, me I know how much he likes to run, he ran before. I will follow him to Amsterdam, and I will end this.”
“Ok.” You whimpered.
He patted your cheek. “That’s a good girl.”
Just as fast as he appeared, he disappeared into the shadows and you saw nothing.
Shaking, you wrapped your arms around yourselves and shook. You slid down the side of the car and just whimpered. You could not move.
*****
Mark, looked up as Veronika walked up.
Veronkia, put an arm around Simon’s shoulders. “Mark’s where are you keeping your girl?”
Confusion, filled him. “I figured in the excitement the two of you ran off and got to shopping.”
She shook her head. “No, I was out back warming the car up.”
“Oh no!”
Mark immediately, clamored out of his chair which fell backwards.
“Y/N, are you out here?” He called once he tore open the door. He ran over to the car. His heart dropped as he saw you crumpled by the car. “Oh, my sweet lass.”
He went over and kneeling beside you, he put a reassuring hand on you. He watched as you practically jumped out of your skin and screamed.
Your tear streaked face turned to him and you leapt at him. He wavered but managed to hold you steady. You shook hard and cried.
All he could do was hold you and rub your back. “I am so sorry. I am so sorry.” He said softly. He felt as you moved, held onto him tighter.
“Mark? Y/N, are you two out here?” Simon called out.
He turned his head. “Over here, Simon.”
His footsteps grew close, before he stopped nearby. “Oh, fuck is she alright.”
You looked up and nodded. You laid your head back onto “It was Begbie.” You whispered.
“Fuck.” Mark exhaled. He looked at Simon, “Give us a moment, we’ll come back in.”
“Alright. Y/N, I promise it will be ok.” He turned and headed back into the pub.
You lifted your head and looked at Mark. “He is so scary.”
Mark nodded. “I am so sorry.”
“It’s ok. You didn’t know.” You shook your head. “Mark, he wants to kill you. You, we have to do something.”
“Oh my beautiful lass, I feel so horrible.” He pulled back at you. Your tear stain cheeks, the little trembles he could still feel, killed him.
“Don’t its not your fault, he is psychotic.”
“But...but....”
“No, buts.” You kissed him. Your lips still shook but were so wonderfully warm and soft.
“I can’t let this happen again.” He finally said. “We’ll get some things from your flat tonight. You are staying in the hotel with me. I don’t want to take any chances.”
“Ok.” You nodded.
He gave you the smile, that had made you fall so hard for him. “Let’s get you back on there, warm you up with a pint. Alright?”
“Yes, but just hold me a little longer.”
“Of course, my sweet girl.”
Hold you, he did. He would make this up to you. He could not believe that Begbie would scare a simple girl, all just to get to him. Anger burned in his stomach.
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present, the Book Ends of Life
Part 1
Summary: Renton is back, the past is bitter bit his present is sweet
Renton, felt completely out of sorts being back where he grew up. If the heart attack had not made him feel old, seeing his friends and how much Edinburgh changed made him truly feel his age.
He was so tired, bone tired. When he had enough of the tossing and turning, he tore the blanket away. Sleep continued to elude him.
Pulling, back on a white t-shirt, looking around, spotting his jeans he slipped them on and pulled on his shoes.
Getting downstairs, he lingered looking into the lobby bar. The clinking glasses, the laughter and the types that were just not the sort that he wanted to rub elbows with.
Shaking his head, he went out. The cool evening air was refreshing. Leaving the hotel behind him, he walked way.
A bell, rang clear and sharp, making him stop. Looking, he saw the welcoming exterior of a coffee shop. Perfect, he mused.
Walking up, he eyed the menu.
“I’ll be right with you.” Said a soft kind voice.
“Thank you.” Glancing down, he saw no one the voice belong to. Leaning against the counter, he spotted the owner. He smiled at what he saw.
The girl then popped up, you tucked some hair behind your ear and gave him a smile. “What would you like ?”
The smiled stopped his thoughts. “Um, black coffee, please.”
“Ok!” You turned, and he watched the swish of her ponytail.
Just then, one of the machines began to beep repeatedly. The blender in one corner began to shake oddly. You turned, looking flustered.
“Give me a moment.” Holding up a finger.
“Sure.” He nodded.
Something, else began to steam. He watched you sigh and tried to give you a sympathetic look.
Looking like it might take a bit, he went to go and sit by one of the large windows. He watched how even at this late hour cars still drove past.
*****
A sweet scent of perfume tickled his nose. He saw in the window your reflection. Turning, he gave a you a warm smile. “Everything ok back there?” He tilted his head towards the counter.
You smiled, and gave a sigh of relief. “Finally, it was a little crazy for a moment.” You paused, giving him a moment to take you in. From how your hair which was up in that messy ponytail, the curve of your cheek and a pair of eyes that twinkled, he was wonderfully distracted. “You said black coffee, right?” You asked finally.
He nodded. “Yes, please.”
You smiled. “Here you go. And...” You then smiled even wider, was that a hint a mischief, he read in your eyes, he wondered. “well, here you go. Thanks, for being such a sweetheart back there.” You placed a plate with some coffee cake on it.
He smiled. “You didn’t have to.” The piece looked divine.
You shrugged. “I wanted to. You were nice. Well, enjoy.” You shared a look before you bounced back to the counter.
Happily, he nibbled on it. It was quite good especially combined with the black coffee. Occasionally, he’d glance your way. Once or twice you’d share a quick smile.
When sleep finally began clawing at him, he decided to head back to the hotel. He opened the door, the small ringing above him. He stopped and lingered in the doorway.
Looking, over her saw your lips pressed together and downward into a frown. “Hey, um have a good night.”
You looked up and smiled. “You too!”
*****
He stripped down and laid in bed. Laying, there he kept seeing your smile. Eventually, a yawn lazily came him. Eyes growing heavy, he rolled over and finally fell asleep.
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stardancerluv · 4 years ago
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Past and Present, the Book Ends of Life
Part 2
Summary: Staying healthy is the way to be, running brought him to you.
Arthur’s Note: Lyrics from Patience by Guns n Roses in italics!
He looked over at Spud, who was pale and completely out of breath. “Comon, Spud one more block.”
Gasping, he practically folded on in on himself splaying on a bench. “I can’t...I just can’t, I’ll be sick.”
“Don’t exaggerate.” He turned smiling but then he saw Spud. Running over, Spud fell into his arms. “You are as pale as my shirt. Didn’t you eat something?”
Spud shook his head no. “No, he gasped. “Wanted to burn more calories, Rents.”
“Spud, you” He made a sound of frustration, he put one of bottles into Spud’s hands. “Sip...sip this and I will be right back.” He got up.
“Where are you going?” Spud grabbed his wrist.
“Gonna grab you a nibble so you go get sick. Here take this one too. And sip, gulping will only make you feel worse.”
He jogged, half ran down the street searching. Smiling, he spotted a coffee shop. He wiped his face. Taking a breath, he headed in. So he didn’t drop horribly from the adrenaline that was rushing through his system, he jogged in place. Going to the cooler, he smiled. He grabbed some boiled eggs, some string cheese and knowing Spud both waters would be gone so he grabbed some more water.
Jogging, he put the items down on the counter. Eying the menu, he smiled remembering you. He hoped you were having a good day.
“Hey you! Are you following me?” A delightful giggle filled the air. A sliver over surprise cut through him, filling him with delight.
“No!” He gave you a shy look, as a smile spread across his face. “But, I was just thinking of you.”
You giggled more, and crossed your arms in front of yourself. “Oh really? I am so sure.”
He nodded, “Honestly, I was.” He gestured with his finger. “Do you work at this one too?”
“No.” You shook your head, and your pony tail swished. “They were short staffed so I decided to help them out.”
“Ahh.”
“What are you doing at this one, trying to make it to all the coffee shops in town?”
He shook his head. “Nah, I was out for a run with my friend Spud and he needed some food.”
“Oh! That’s why your grabbing so many eggs?”
He flushed at the four, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah.”
Your lips curled into a smirk. “So, no coffee cake?”
“Right now? Afraid not, but perhaps a shot of express with some whipped cream.”
“Oh!” Your smile grew wider and your eyes twinkled. “That’s one of my favorites.”
“You have good taste.” He delighted in seeing the expression your face took.
“I could say the same for you. I’ll go grab that.”
With a swish of your ponytail , you started to prepare the drink.
*****
He was tickled to have seen you again, he thought walking down the street. He should probably run back to Spud but he couldn’t resist, walking and sipping at the expresso and whipped cream, you made him.
“Hey, whipped cream and expresso!”
Turning, he watched as you ran up to him. Your green polka dotted dress fluttering around you.
“Hello.” Had he forgotten something, in the coffee shop, he wondered. He dug a hand into one pocket.
“I’ve never done this before.” You said, when you were in front of him and out of breath. He rather liked what your cheeks looked like as you looked up at him with your cheeks flushed. “Here.”
Juggling, his cup and his bag, he took the napkin you offered him. Looking, down he saw a number scrawled on it. He smiled at you. “Your number?”
“Yes. Call me.”
“Sure.” He smiled, broader.
******
Spud’s mouth twitched up ward as he walked up. “What’s going on with you Rents?”
Much, to his relief Spud looked much better since he left him. “Nothing, here eat a few of these eggs.” He held out the bag to him.
“Happily, but what happened my friend?”
He narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What makes you ask?”
In two bites, he finished one of the eggs. “You are completely different, Rents.”
“Nothing at all, I just had some expresso.”
*****
After getting fortified by the eggs and cheese, Spud and him managed to get in a good run. Of course, what partially fueled him was the fact that you had given him, your number.
No one did that anymore, alright bimbos who thought it was cool to cozy up to a night club owner did. But you, didn’t know any of that about him. You were this cute little thing that somehow despite the lines that etched and danced their way across his face found him attractive. He knew that he certainly found you very attractive.
From the moment, he looked at you just well, you made his heart pick up speed and you were very nice to look at. You were also a sweet smelling breath of fresh air.
Finally, they made it up the hill. A surge of endorphins shot through him.
“We did it! Spud, look what you managed to do!” He happily exclaimed.
A few moments later, they found a soft patch of grass.
“Rents, why are you back?” Spud, asked him squinting in the sun.
Rents looked out, pressing his lips together. “Simon needed a favor. And I couldn’t come here without seeing you.”
“What about Begbie?”
“He’s still locked up?”
“Last I heard.”
He smiled. “Then there is nothing for me to worry about.”
“What about Diane?”
Oh, he had not even thought of her. “Haven’t thought of her in years.”
Spud nodded.
He got up, “I smell like a horse, want to meet for another run tomorrow?”
Spud smiled. “Sure, I have all time for my friend.”
“Great.” He ruffled the sweat drenched, short shorn hair of his friend.
He queued up some tunes, and began jogging down the hill. He really pushed himself, he slowed to a jog, entering the hotel.
He jogged in place as he waited for the elevator. He pulled your number out then.
The tunes, in his earbuds began to slow a bit too.
The elevator chimed and he went in. Pushing, the button for his floor, his heart calmed in one way, but in another it sped up. His mind was racing, you gave him your number. He could this.
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now
The lyrics played as he walked to his room.
Holding the napkin, he tossed his jacket onto the chair. Grabbing his phone, he dialed and held his breath.
“Hello?” Your sweet voice filled his ear.
“It’s Renton.”
“Renton?”
He pressed his lips together. “I mean, Mark the expresso and whipped cream guy.”
He caught his reflection in the mirror and made some silly faces.
“Oh, yes. Hello! How are you?”
He rubbed a hand through his sweaty hair.
“I’m great. I just got back from the run.”
He rolled his eyes, at his reflection.
“Oh, wow. You’re dedicated.” You giggle.
“I can be.” He smiled, the he smirked. “Hey would you liked to catch some dinner”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah.” He scrunched, waiting for your response.
“I’d love to. Where?”
“There’s this quaint, Indian restaurant near my hotel, Shalimar?”
“Your hotel?”
“Long story.”
“You better tell me it.” He imagined you smiling. “I can meet you in your lobby.”
“Sounds good. How about five-ish?”
“Great.”
“Alright. See you then?”
“See you, then.”
He threw his arms up in the air. “Woooooo!”
*****
He tossed his phone onto the bed and stripped down. He washed and scrubbed. It was quite refreshing.
Stepping out, he wrapped a towel around his hips. Brushed aside the steam on the mirror, he eyed his reflection. In his mind’s eye, he could see his younger self for a moment. Despite, his age as his self stared back he was happy to have his health. He looked good, damn good.
He gave himself a shave and slapped on some aftershave. He brushed and swished with some mouth wash.
Hanging, the towel to dry. He surveyed his clothes. Slipping on something he was finally happy with, he eyed the time
He looked around his room a final time, making sure he had everything. Heading, down to the bar, he’d have a drink before meeting you to calm his nerves.
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