#Duckie Dale fanfiction

[star-dust-stuf]

Duckie Dale x fem!reader

title: stripes

warnings: light language, body insecurities

a/n: I wanted to write this cause we deserve a little duckie in our lives, the title is cheesy and you’ll find out why as you read. ignore typos.

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It was past six at night when me and Duckie where studying in my room and we got caught up in a different subject when he asked about prom. I wasn’t very interested in prom seeing no one has asked me and I don’t have a very good dress.

“It’s not a crime if you don’t wanna go,” Duckie said.

I rolled my eyes, “yeah, I don’t want to.”

He flipped over making my bed bounce and have a dip. “Why not?”

“I thought you said it wasn’t a crime!” I poked him in the shoulder.

“Ow!” He said dramatically, “it’s not, I just wanna know why.”

“I don’t have a dress and to hell, no one will ask me.”

“I could go with you.”

I smiled at him, his sweet expression, “I don’t have a dress though!”

“Nuh uh!” He said hopping off my bed. He got to me open closet which was a slight mess. He began to grab every dress in there. “Here!”

He flopped each one on my bed, I didn’t want to wear any of them, even if they are nice I just don’t wanna. “No, I can’t wear any of these,” I said grabbing the lace of one of the dresses.

“What? They’re cute! Look, I’d wear this one!” He pulled out a blue dress placing it over him, “huh?! Look good?”

I laughed. “They are nice, but they’re short.”

“They look like they go over the knees, what’s the big deal?” He put the blue dress down and sat closer to me.

“That’s the thing, they don’t cover my legs!” I leaned my head on my frame.

He tilted his head, “what’s the matter, you look sad.” He put a lock of hair behind my ear.

I sighed. “It’s- i don’t know Duckie!”

“You can tell me, i won’t tell.”

I looked to his eyes, I gave a small smile and got up off my bed. I turned around and showed him the back of my legs. He was confused, “what?”

“Duckie, look!” I pointed to the vibrant lines below the back of my knee.

“Oh, stretch marks?!” He got up off the bed, “you’re worried about stretch marks?”

I felt off balance to his tone but hung on. “I don’t know!” I said.

“Hey, it’s ok to feel a bit insecure about that but it’s not gonna go away!”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“That’s- i meant to say that you look good with them!” He sat with me back on my bed.

He then saw the side of my leg and ran his finger over a mark, he smiled. “Really!” I put my head down. “Don’t let that ruin your fun!”

“I know it’s just something that won’t leave me alone, you know?”

“Look, I’ve seen girls with no stretch marks at all and I can say that everyone’s unique, stripes or no stripes!”

I smiled, he got up just as I did and lifted the back of his pants to show the back of his calf, he revealed his own, I smiled. “I have them too!”

He saw my face become desperate, “ok, how about we go together? I’ll cut the bottom half of my pants?!”

I laughed. “Don’t ruin your clothes for me!”

“They’re not mine, they’re my dads. He’s dead he wont mind!” My jaw dropped. “What? It’s a sense of humor, you should get one they’re nice.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: talk of death, unrequited love

AN: im back in my 80s John Hughes phase so here’s Duckie!

Andie rolled her eyes as Duckie slid into the seat next to me. I smiled at him as he put his arm around my shoulders. my head fell to his shoulder automatically and his head tilted down towards mine.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked, motioning towards the double large milkshake sitting in front of me and the fries Andie kept stealing.

“Argument.” I muttered out as I leaned into him more. Duckie nodded. We spent a couple hours at the diner before heading out separate ways. Duckie had walked so I offered him a ride home.

“So what was the argument about?” Duckie looked at me as I drummed against the steering wheel. I shrugged.

“Same old same old.” I huffed. Duckie nodded. It was silent for a bit.

“Are we going to your bed? Or mine?” I rolled my eyes and looked over at him. ”Ours?”

“Duck.” I warned. He sighed and nodded.

“I know.” he muttered. ”You don’t feel that way about me. I went through this with Andie. I get it. But God, I would have died for you.” I sighed.

“Duck, listen to me. I love you. I really do.” he perked up at this. ”But you’re like my brother. The one person in the world who is always going to be there for me when I need them to be. The one person who will always be in my corner. I don’t have that with anyone else. Not even Andie. So I’m sorry Duckie. I don’t like you that way and I probably won’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you in my own way. Or that it couldn’t happen.”

“I get it.” Duckie finally said. ”That’s probably the same with me but I can’t see it right now.” I looked over at him and smiled sadly. “But if it changes I’ll be the first you tell righr?” I laughed.

“Of course Duck.” I lulled up in front of his house. “There wouldn’t be anyone else I would tell anyway. You’re the only one who would deserve to know anyway.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“If you need a place to stay, just come over.” I smiled and nodded as he got out of the car.

[sayyestomi]

can’t fight this feeling

a/n:i thought of this ship awhile ago so i got hyperfixated and wrote a lot enjoy 

duckie dale and marty mcfly had been best friends since 4th grade, when marty moved to elgin. they bonded over drawing weird things and having goofy inside jokes. they even had their own made up language. duckie was constantly at marty’s house playing and having fun with him. duckie slept over a lot. marty didn’t mind. he really liked having duckie around. sometimes duckie slept in marty’s bed when he was having nightmares so marty would just hold him and tell him about a comic book he read.

duckie and marty were pretty good friends with andie. duckie was closer to her but marty didn’t mind. he liked their little friend group. but in 8th grade, duckie caught feelings for andie. marty was starting to get left behind. duckie would start forgetting to invite marty to hang out with him. marty could never figure out why he couldn’t like andie like duckie did, or even girls at all. he had a small fling with jennifer parker but it didn’t work out.

senior year was the worst year of it all. duckie was still in love with andie but marty was in love with duckie. and it crushed him because it took him so long to come to terms with himself and he couldn’t even tell him how he felt. marty was a little relieved that andie didn’t like duckie back, but it pained him seeing his best friend so upset. duckie and marty still sat together at lunch but andie sat with another girl at a different table. marty kinda missed her but duckie thought it was a perfect time to scheme up a plan to get andie.

andie liked this guy named blane. now blaine was very pretty, at least marty thought so. duckie hated blane, with a burning passion. blane was one of the rich kids but he was actually really nice. every day at lunch, duckie would plot on how to get rid of this guy. marty understood, it was starting to become clearer when he started thinking of ways to get rid of andie. now marty still loved andie like a sister but duckie was letting her get to his head.

duckie was a mess. he didn’t even really like andie the way he thought he did. but he couldn’t help but like her. his jealousy was at his worst when marty was with jennifer parker. he absolutely hated her. more than he could ever hate blane. he was relieved when her and marty broke up. he still couldn’t figure out why he was so jealous when girls would flirt with marty. he’d spent sleepless nights trying to practice confessing to andie how he felt. he couldn’t seem to get it right. one night he decided to replace andie with marty and it felt more natural. if that felt natural, maybe practicing kissing on marty would feel natural too.

duckie asked marty if he could come over. marty eagerly agreed since he missed duckie hanging out with him outside of their lunch table. duckie just went home with marty and they went up to marty’s room.

“marty, can i, uh, ask you something?” duckie asked nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“yeah of course! what’s up?” marty beamed, looking up from one of his textbooks.

“can you do me a favor and let me practice kissing on you?”

“sure i guess.” marty shrugged.

duckie moved closer to marty, just admiring the other boy for a moment. a lot of feelings came in that moment but he just ignored them. he cupped marty’s cheek in his hand, pulling his face close. he took a deep breath and closed the small gap between their lips. both of them instantly melting like ice cream on a hot brownie. duckie snaked his hand up to play with marty’s hair. marty gripped onto duckie’s shirt as he deepened their kiss. their little heaven was interrupted when duckie shoved marty off.

“i gotta go home. i’ll see you at school tomorrow.” duckie breathed out, packing up his stuff before practically rushing out of the mcfly house.

marty was breathless as he just tried to process what just happened. he flopped back on his bed and just daydreamed about kissing duckie as many times as he wanted to. he knew it was only a daydream since that kiss was for practice so duckie could kiss andie. marty didn’t want duckie to kiss andie. he wanted duckie to kiss him.

prom season rolled around. marty had been asked a few times but he politely declined since he wanted to go with duckie, like he did every other school dance. he was hoping his thing with andie would wear off. it didn’t. marty witnessed blane and andie fighting. he didn’t know what to do about duckie, but right now andie needed a shoulder to cry on. after blane left, marty went over and just gave her a hug.

“thanks marty,” andie murmured, “would you want to take me to the prom? not as boyfriend and girlfriend but as friends.”

marty just sighed and pulled away from the hug. he grabbed andie’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “andie, i would love to take you to the prom, but there’s a boy i know who would love to take you to the prom more than anyone else in the whole wide world.”

“who?”

“duckie dale.”

“i figured you’d say that. but i’m actually considering it now.”

“ask him. because i know damn well he won’t ask you,” marty chuckled.

“i’ll call him later tonight. thanks marty i owe you one.” andie kissed marty’s cheek before going to her next class.

later that night, andie did in fact call duckie that night. all while marty was in his room feeling absolutely miserable. his phone rang and he decided to answer it.

“marty she asked me to go to the prom with her! i am going to the prom with andie!!” marty could feel duckie’s big smile through the phone. he could also feel his heart drop to his stomach.

“earth to marty are ya still there?” duckie giggled.

“yeah, yeah i’m still here.” marty murmured, fiddling with the pencil in his hand.

“is something wrong?”

“no i’m just not feeling all that great tonight. i’ll talk to you at school tomorrow maybe.”

“wait marty don’t hang up yet. i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?”

“are you going to prom this weekend?”

“maybe. i don’t know yet. why?”

“i dunno. maybe you could hang out with andie and i if you went.”

“duckie i really gotta go. goodnight.” marty quickly hung up the phone before duckie could get another word out. hot tears streamed down his face as he buried his face into a pillow, just quietly sobbing.

duckie didn’t understand why marty was so quick to hang up. usually they’d be on the phone for hours. but ever since he started liking andie their friendship was kind of off. he missed marty a lot. he didn’t wanna lose him over some stupid girl. andie wasn’t just some stupid girl, at least not to him. marty knew him and andie had been closer but marty didn’t care. duckie understood why marty wouldn’t wanna hang out anymore if all he was gonna do was talk about andie.

prom was finally here. marty’s bandmates had convinced him to play so he just took up on the offer. he wore a dress jacket with a plain white tee, a pair of jeans, and a red tie. eventually the jacket and the tie came off since it was getting hot in the auditorium. he just so happened to look up right when duckie and andie were coming in. marty stepped back and gave his bandmates a cue. the music started to slow and the lights dimmed. marty stepped up to the mic.

“this is for that special someone i should’ve confessed to a long time ago.” marty said with a small smile before stepping back.

the keyboard started and soon enough marty was back up at the mic. “i can’t fight this feeling any longer. and yet i’m still afraid to let it flow. what started out as friendship has grown stronger...” he sang.

by now andie was off dancing with blane, as she should’ve been in the first place. duckie was just staring at the stage as he just watched marty, still trying to figure out who that special someone he was talking about was.

“and i can’t fight this feeling anymore. i’ve forgotten what i started fighting for…” marty realized duckie still wasn’t getting the hint so when the song was over, the band took a break and let the dj take over the music.

marty set his guitar down and went over to duckie. duckie was over by the bleachers by himself but immediately perked up when marty came around.

“so who was that special someone you were talking about up there?” duckie asked.

“it was you duckie.”

“you’re joking.”

“nope. i’ve liked you for a long time. just couldn’t find the words or the courage until tonight. now let’s go outside. i wanna do something.” marty got up and grabbed duckie’s hand, dragging him outside. duckie’s face was a bright pink as marty led him to the side of the school where no one could see them. marty pulled duckie into a deep kiss. they immediately melted, just like the first time they kissed. the kiss was longer than the first time. more enjoyable too now that they didn’t have to worry about andie. marty was the first one to pull away.

“i love you duckie dale.”

“i love you too marty mcfly.”

[vermaxen]

Pretty in Pink (1986) - :|

I desperately wanted to like Pretty in Pink, but it was one of the first romantic movies I watched that when I got to the end I had to furiously jump to my feet with a ‘NO!’ because they got it all wrong.  Usually, I’m content enough to write fanfiction when canon lets me down, but I know for a fact that the ending was planned one way (the correct way, for my mind) and then a test audience didn’t like it so it was changed.  In some respects this blows my mind because as someone who likes writing romance, I don’t plot something out, invest emotional connection in scene after scene to throw it all away just because my audience might prefer a different ending.  It feels like a breach of integrity for how good romance should be constructed.

With that being said, most of the movie is enjoyable as we watch Andie Walsh (Molly Ringwald) move through her last year of high school life with her best friend “Duckie” Dale (Jon Cryer) by her side.  Duckie orbits Andie like a lovestruck moon, but Andie only has eyes for preppy rich kid Blane McDonough (Andrew McCarthy).  Duckie should know how to take a hint and back off because the object of your affection doesn’t have to like you back and at a certain point a person needs to accept that, but Blane doesn’t do much better as his equally rich and preppy friends hassle Andie at every turn and he does nothing.  Andie seems to be annoyed by Duckie (rightfully) and happy for any scrap of Blane’s attention until she’s forced to tell off Blane for his crappy behavior (rightfully).  Both boys genuinely seem to care for her.  Drama ensues.  Prom also ensues.

If by some crazy miracle you haven’t seen this movie, I won’t spoil it any more than I might have already but the journey is worth it overall.  My mediocre rating is fully because of that ending, because I had an OTP in mind and it didn’t happen.  I’m allowed to be salty, even half my life later.  Some cuts are surprisingly deep.  I will also say that this movie is known as featuring one of the ugliest prom dresses in film (and it’s supposed to be fashionable!) and I fully agree with that general assessment.  Whoever did costume design for the rest of the film was spot on (it’s very young and 80s) but that last dress that is supposed to wow and show Andie’s creativity fell totally flat.  So if you haven’t seen this before, brace yourself for that boring, ugly dress.