#Marty x Jennifer

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

they are so important to me

[meringuehearts]

my favorite t4t couple

[inevitablemoment]

Into Steady Emotion

McFly July Day 4 - Backyard Cookout

The McFly and Brown families gather for a Fourth of July cookout, and Marty is still in the process of adjusting to the new timeline. But he's finally beginning to accept it.

[biffbulliedmetoo]

Hc that Marty is shorter than Jennifer.

Also when they cuddle Jennifer always strokes his hair

[theaawalker]

The Time Travelers ⌚ [Marty Mcfly x Y/N]

Pairing: Marty McFly x Fem!Y/N Song Inspo: Marty McFly by Luke Christopher Word Count: 1,728 Summary: You, Marty, and Doc Brown formed a formidable team. You were always by Marty's side, assisting with Doc's eccentric experiments. Unbeknownst to you, Marty shared your feelings but hadn't yet found the right moment to express them. He had planned to ask you out after Doc's latest experiment, but things took a dangerous turn when adversaries of Doc attacked, forcing you both to flee for your lives. Warnings: sexual harassment, some violence (non-graphic) Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

"Marty! They're catching up!"

"I know, (Y/N)! Damn it, I know!"

Marty pressed harder on the gas pedal, accelerating rapidly. "Marty, wait! 88 miles per hour—" Too late. The next moment, you crashed into a barn.

You groaned and checked yourself for injuries, noticing Marty struggling with a hazmat helmet.

"I'll be quick," he mumbled through the mask. You waited anxiously until Marty returned to the car, gunfire echoing in the distance.

"What's happening?!" you shouted. "Hold on!" he replied, speeding away again with shots trailing behind you.

[ TIME SKIP AKA TIME TRAVEL ]

Marty drove to your neighborhood, but something was off. The area hadn't been developed yet.

"What should we do?" You asked nervously.

"I don't kn—Wait. Doc! We need to find Doc! It's his machine, he must know what's going on!"

"Marty," you interrupted.

"Come on, (Y/N)! We have to locate his place and—"

"Marty!"

"What?!"

You sighed deeply. "How about you take a moment to calm down. Clearly, we're not at home. Let's think this through. My 'uncle' Lou is at the café. Well, he's not really my uncle. Whatever. Let's check if we can use the phone there. We'll call Doc and see what he suggests. Sound good?"

Marty's expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Okay. Let's head to the cafe." He held out his hand to you, and you took it with a shy smile. Since you couldn't drive, you began walking together.

[ TIME SKIP ]

"What the heck?" Marty muttered under his breath. You shared his disbelief. This was surreal. It looked like... the 1950s.

"Marty...?"

He nervously ran his hand through his hair and scanned the town until his eyes fell on a trash can. He rushed over, picking up a newspaper. His eyes widened as he read, mumbling something you couldn't quite catch.

"What? What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, nerves and excitement mingling in your tone.

"1955, (Y/N)! We're—We're in 1955... Doc's machine worked."

Your mind raced as you tried to comprehend the enormity of the situation. "Oh my God. I—I haven't even been born yet! Well... that might not be such a bad thing."

"Ouch." Marty furrowed his brows at your self-deprecation.

"No, no, no. I meant for the space-time continuum. Two of us existing in the same time period. That's be catastrophic." Marty blinked at you, clearly speechless and impressed. "What? I listen to Doc."

The two of you chuckled a bit, cut short as the memory of Doc being murdered returning. Doc was dead, or he would be... in 1985. Meanwhile, the two of you were stuck in 1955.

Marty's expression shifted to a mix of determination and concern. "Come on. We've still gotta use that phone."

With that, Marty grabbed your hand and hurried across the quiet street towards Lou's Cafe, the familiar setting from countless retellings of his adventures. As you stepped inside, the nostalgic atmosphere enveloped you—the checkerboard floor, the red vinyl booths, and the jukebox playing tunes of an era long gone.

"Did you kids jump ship or something?" the man behind the counter asked, his voice a blend of curiosity and amusement.

"Sorry?" you replied, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected question.

"Well, what's with the life preserver?" he continued, gesturing towards Marty with a quizzical expression.

You glanced at Marty, realization dawning upon you. "Oh," you chuckled softly, "I just... he likes his vests."

"I just—uh... I need to use your phone," Marty stammered, eager to distract from any further questions about his unconventional attire.

"Sure. Right over there," the man said, pointing to a booth in the back of the cafe.

Before Marty left, he turned to you with a hint of urgency in his eyes. "Stay here for me. Okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind. "I swear, Marty, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get us home. I'll get you home," you added, trying to muster the courage you knew he needed.

Marty returned your smile gratefully before rushing towards the booth, leaving you to take a seat at the counter. You settled onto the stool, trying to blend in with the patrons who seemed oblivious to the temporal chaos unfolding around them.

A familiar figure caught your eye—a young man sitting just a seat away, devouring a sundae with gusto. "Hey, ice cream sounds pretty good," you mused to yourself, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this surreal situation.

"Um, could I have a sundae?" you asked Lou, the man behind the counter, your voice wavering slightly with nerves.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Lou replied warmly, reaching under the counter to retrieve a bowl and prepare your order.

Meanwhile, Marty trudged back from the phone booth, a sheet of phone book paper clutched tightly in his hand. "Hey, do you know where—" he began, only to be interrupted by the sudden swing of the cafe's front doors.

Your breath caught in your throat as you glanced towards Marty for confirmation. "Marty. I—Is that...?"

"Biff," he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched with apprehension.

The cafe seemed to freeze in time as a familiar, imposing figure entered—the swaggering bully, Biff Tannen. Minions behind him, his presence filled the room with a palpable tension, drawing the gaze of everyone present, including yours and Marty's.

"Hey, McFly! McFly, I'm talkin' to you!" Biff bellowed, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

The young man at the counter turned around, and it hit you like a lightning bolt. It was George McFly, Marty's father, a timid and awkward figure caught in Biff's shadow.

"Oh. Hi, Biff," George stammered, his voice barely audible over the din of the café.

Marty's expression mirrored your own shock as you watched the scene unfold before you, the pieces of the past falling into place with eerie precision.

"That's George McFly," Marty whispered to you, his voice tinged with disbelief. "My dad." You nodded silently, your eyes locked on George's vulnerable form as Biff continued his relentless taunting. "M-My dad was a total wimp," Marty muttered, his shoulders slumped with defeat.

"Poor guy," you whispered sympathetically, unable to tear your gaze away from the heartbreaking sight.

"Hello! McFly! Anybody home?" Biff mocked, knocking on George's head with a cruel smirk.

"I see Biff's always been an asshole," you murmured to Marty, your voice tinged with anger and empathy as you witnessed the brutal bullying unfold before your eyes. Marty remained transfixed, his expression a mix of sorrow and frustration as he watched his father endure Biff's torment.

"What're you lookin' at, butthead?!" Biff sneered, closing in on Marty with malicious intent.

Enough was enough. You couldn't stand idly by while Biff continued his reign of terror, especially not aimed at Marty.

"Hey! Why don't you back the hell off, asshole!" You snapped, your voice ringing out in defiance.

Biff's gaze snapped towards you, his expression shifting from rage to something altogether more unsettling—a predatory glint in his eyes. He licked his lips slowly, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he moved towards you, his towering frame blocking your escape.

Fear gripped your heart, but you stood your ground, refusing to let Biff intimidate you any further. Marty got up to fight but Biff's gang held him back.

"Don't you touch her, you sick son of a bitch!" Marty yelled.

"Oh shut up, dip-stick. A pretty girl like this ain't gonna like a squirt like you. She needs a real man." Biff turned his attention back to you. "Ain't that right, doll face?" He smirked.

"That's actually insulting." You spat. "I'd rather lick the mud off my shoe then be anywhere NEAR you!" The fucking nerve this guy had. You tried to push him away, escape from his grasp, anything. But his grip on you was iron.

"You better watch your mouth! Just you wait, honey. You're gonna be beggin' for a taste of me." He said, sending sickly chills down your spine. "Stop it! Leave me alone!" You protested as you squirmed with all your might. That must've set something off inside of Marty because he lost it and let loose on Biff's gang. Fists were flying and bodies were falling. Biff's head whipped to witness, loosening his grip, and you took the opportunity. The next fist you saw was yours meeting Biff's jaw and knocking him on his ass.

Before you could breath again, Marty grabbed your hand and RAN. He ran until the two of you were safe in a little shop Biff would never look. As soon as he was sure you were safe, he began checking you for any harm.

"Are you okay? Of course you aren't. I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Damn it. That just made me so mad to see him touch you like that. No one should be so damn disrespectful and- and touch you like that! I swear, (Y/N)."

"Marty."

"When I see him again I'll- I'll... I'll beat the shit out of him!"

"Marty!"

"(Y/N)! He's a total ass! He deserves to-"

You cut him off by grabbing his face and crashing your lips to his. He was a bit surprised at first but quickly returned the kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and carefully pulled you closer.

By the time you pulled apart, you were both flushed in the face. You leaned closer and nuzzled your foreheads sweetly, running your fingers through his soft hair.

"W-What was that for?" Marty stuttered.

You pursed your lips as you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair again. You wanted to confess, tell him you liked him, Like, really liked him. You started it a stutter, a huge smile spreading across his face. You could sense he knew what you were going to say...

Until you heard someone clear their throat.

It was the store owner. She stood there with her hands on her hips and a small smirk on her face. Both yours and Marty's faces were red with embarrassment.

"S-Sorry, ma'am." You stuttered.

"Yeah. Sorry." Marty seconded.

With that, you two quickly shuffled out of the shop, holding hands, and running down the block. Meanwhile, the store owner watched from the shop window, a growing smile on her face.

"What weird kids. Sweet, but weird."

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[venolfy]

Marty has stolen his mother's husband, so Lorraine decided to stole Marty's girlfriend. It would family drama as fuck.

[the-lone-writer94]

Power of Love

Marty McFly x Jennifer Parker

Summary: Set a day before Marty's time travelling events. Marty feels bored with his life - but he should be happy right? After all he has a great girlfriend and gets to spend all his time playing music.

Rating: 13+

Word count: 2,629

25th October 1985 

Buzz, buzz, buzz. 

Marty groaned. Another goddamn day. 

His eyelids felt heavy as he forced them open, he had forgotten to close the drapes the night before and the sunlight had seeped into the room, blinding him. Pushing himself up from his bed, his hand slammed down on the alarm clock. At least it was Friday and there was a party he would be going to tonight with his girlfriend Jennifer, the thought of it was enough motivation for him to throw himself out of bed and head towards the bathroom. 

Once Marty had cleaned himself up, and changed into his usual attire, which consisted of acid wash jeans, a checkered shirt, denim jacket then to top it off his crimson puffer vest. Grabbing his backpack, skateboard and his walkman he proceeded towards the dining room, but pausing in front of his poster of Farrah Fawcett. 

“See ya, baby.” He muttered and smirked, before stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind him. 

Marty dragged his feet towards the dining room. Everyday was an endless loop of repetition and prediction, his father would sit in the dining table consuming a bowl of cereal with his eyes glued to the television set, his sister Linda would whine about the fact that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, his mother would have a cigarette in one hand with a drink in the other, meanwhile his brother Dave would either still be asleep or taking his sweet ass time to his job at Burger King. 

Time management was certainly not a strong suit amongst the McFly residence. 

Marty dumped his bag and skateboard on the ground beside an empty chair, where he then slumped himself down into it. He reached for a clean bowl in the middle of the table, then grabbed the box of cereal before drenching it in milk. 

The sound of the TV filled the room, as Marty glanced up. The images flashed across the TV screen, unamused by it his gaze returned down to his bowl of cereal as she continued to scoop up tablespoons of it. 

In the distance, he heard the sound of thumping footsteps.

“George!” Marty’s mother, Lorraine’s voice shrieked. 

George McFly was completely oblivious to his wife’s calling, instead his attention remained fixated upon the TV. 

“Goddamnit George!” Lorraine roared again, quickening her steps beside him. “How many times have I told you to call the electrician? The washing machine is busted again.” 

Finally, George’s eyes peeled away from the TV. His head was ducked low. “I wanted to Lorraine,” his voice dragged out as if he were too afraid of speaking, “but when I was about to- Biff called me and needed help painting his house.” 

“Jesus Christ, George.” Lorraine whined. 

Marty rolled his eyes. No doubt, the next few moments would then turn into a bickering match. Well, it was mainly his mother that would do the bickering and his father would avoid eye contact. It was enough for Marty to lose his appetite. He immediately pushed himself away from the table, grabbing his half eaten bowl of cereal he proceeded towards the kitchen where he dumped it down the garbage disposal, leaving the bowl in the sink. Grabbing his backpack and skateboard he got out of there as fast he could. 

-----

Before heading to school, Marty had decided to drop by the record store in town. After all, he figured he had a couple of minutes to spare with his abrupt early departure from his home. Plus he was hoping to pick up a new cassette tape for his date with Jennifer tonight. 

Marty released his hands from a Chevrolet van he had hitched a ride on. Whilst he was growing up he often felt insecure about his small height, however he had soon discovered the advantage that most of the time, people did not notice him. Once he had latched onto this idea he had used it to his personal gain, crouching down on his skateboard as he held onto the back of various vehicles to get to places quicker, and limiting his physical strength. 

Marty halted just before the sidewalk, stepping down hard on the edge of the skateboard. It flipped up vertically, grabbing the skateboard in his hand as he proceeded towards the entrance of the record store. 

The smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Marty’s gaze scanned the rows of records before him. He stalked towards the end of the store where he reached the line of tapes. Marty’s finger traced over the rows of tapes, he paused over a Once Upon a Time by Simple Minds picking it out from the rack he examined the tape. Whilst Marty was more of a Van Halen type of guy, he knew that Jennifer would love this. Shrugging, he proceeded towards the till, where Jeff had emerged from the back. In his hands he held a box of tapes which he slammed onto the till and groaned. Jeff was middle aged with a receding hairline and an anger problem, but he had always been cool to Marty, mainly because in Jeff’s mind Marty sort of reminded him of how he had once been in his youth. 

Jeff’s eyes scanned the tape before him and released a low chuckle. “Really?” He commented. 

“It’s for Jennifer, alright,” Marty argued. He took out a couple of crumpled dollars from his denim jacket and counted them, before sliding the amount to Jeff. 

“I hear you,” Jeff said, “she must be real special for you to be seen in public with this.” 

Marty smirked. “Oh she’s something.” 

“That reminds me,” Jeff began before he turned around and grabbed a neon green flier. He handed it to Marty and continued, “don’t say I never helped you with anything. A buddy of mine who runs The Brew, they’re having auditions tonight for the new Friday night band slot.” 

“Woah dude, that’s awesome.” 

“Yeah dude,” Jeff said with a hint of sarcasm laced upon his words. “I already put in a good word about your band.” 

“Wow Jeff, that’s really cool of you dude, but-” Marty hesitated. His palms began to sweat and multiple scenarios bounced through his mind.

“But, what?” 

Marty chuckled nervously. “I don’t know if we’re ready,” he stuttered, then handing the flier back to Jeff. “Plus it’s kinda short notice.” 

“What? Are you serious? You’ve been begging for ages asking to set you up with connections. The Brew is huge!” 

“I know it’s just-” he began trying to form the words. “If we’re not ready then I don’t wanna go out there just yet. We only get one shot to prove we’re something. I want it to be perfect.” 

Jeff shrugged. “Well it’s your call,” he said. 

An awkward silence lingered. “I’ll run it by the guys.” Marty finally said, before he took the flier and shoved it in his pocket. 

“Cool,” Jeff said and smiled. Then his brows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side, “aren’t you meant to be at school now?”

Marty shrugged. “I got time. Left home early for once.” He said nonchalantly before his gaze fixated on the wall clock behind Jeff. Suddenly, Marty froze. His heart skipped a beat. “Why does that clock say 8:30?”

“Cause it’s 8:30.” 

Marty gasped, he glanced down at his wristwatch. The goddamn thing had stopped. 

“Shit!”

----

“Woah dude that was heavy-” Paul, one of the members of The Pinheads exclaimed. 

“Totally dude!” Lee chimed in. “Marty?” 

Lost in thought, Marty fixated on the Eddie Van Halen poster hung on the wall opposite him. “Huh?” Marty finally returned to the present, he nodded, “yeah it was heavy.” 

“You alright man?” Bobby asked. 

“He’s probably thinking about going over to Jennifer’s tonight after the party,” Paul teased, “I saw the Simple Minds tape in your bag.” He continued then paused, “unless you’re making some very questionable music choices.” 

Marty chuckled. “Shut up man- and no I wasn’t thinking about Jennifer. I am now.” He said and stood up straighter, rubbing it in the guys’s face that he was the only member of The Pinheads that actually had a girlfriend. 

Marty unplugged his guitar, chucking the cord away from him. He proceeded towards the large amplifier where he leaned against it. “Do you guys ever think we’re actually gonna make it?” 

An awkward silence lingered, no doubt Marty had opened a gate towards a series of questions that everyone of them had wanted to repress. 

“Well, yeah of course I wanna believe that we’re gonna make it someday-” Paul was the first to answer. 

Marty saw the skepticism in Paul’s expression, and added, “but?” 

“It’s tough man-” Bobby finished off the sentence. 

“Maybe if we got an audition or something we could work towards-” Lee suggested. 

Immediately, Marty’s hand patted against his back pocket where he had placed Jeff’s flier. The weight of it felt excruciating to bear. A string of thoughts formed in Marty’s mind. Deep down he knew that this was an opportunity and a risk he’d have to take, but there was a block in the road ahead of him, the fear of failure pulled him back and he wasn’t sure if he could take the rejection.

“We gotta make it big man- otherwise how am I gonna date Farrah Fawcett” Lee joked. 

Paul rolled his eyes. “Even if we become rockstars you still wouldn’t be able to get Farrah Fawcett.” 

“Hey, shut up man!” Lee argued back. 

Marty removed his hand away from his pocket and scoffed. “Paul’s right, no way in a million years could you ever get Farrah Fawcett.” 

-------

After the party, Marty followed Jennifer on her heels as they crossed the threshold over her house, his ears still ringing from the music that had been blasting on high volume from the speakers. The second Jennifer had informed Marty that her parents were out of town, his mind immediately jumped to the conclusion. It could only mean one thing. 

He had been a train wreck almost the entire week. After all, Marty had never actually gone all the way. He had even refrained from drinking too much beer, in the fear that he would be too drunk for this moment. 

Jennifer hooked her hand into Marty’s as he guided her up to her bedroom, he felt his hands sweating and he hoped Jennifer wouldn’t notice. Soon after they reached Jennifer’s bedroom, pushing the door open they both entered. Jennifer crossed her bedroom and switched on the lamp that rested on her desk, allowing a faint glow to illuminate her bedroom. 

Marty had only been up in Jennifer’s room once, they had been making out before Jennifer’s mother barged in. He had jumped off the bed so fast that he had gotten a headrush. After that he was too freaked out to go back to Jennifer’s house. 

Jennifer stood before him, a vision of beauty. He couldn’t imagine any girl more beautiful than she was. He swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Hmm- I got you the new Simple Minds tape.” He stuttered, and drew out the tape from his jacket. 

Jennifer smiled, then stepped towards Marty. “You’re so sweet, Marty.” She said then took the tape from him. 

Marty chuckled, running his fingers through his brunette hair. “Yeah, well-” 

She fumbled with a stack of cassette tapes laid out beside the stereo, then placed a tape into the deck. Turning around she stalked slowly towards Marty, as she did the music filled the room. “I made something for tonight.” 

Jennifer stood before Marty, wrapping her arms around his neck. The only thing that Marty could fixate upon were Jennifer’s plump lips, under the soft glow of the light he could just about see the sparkly baby pink layer of gloss painted across her lips, and how much he wanted to plant his lips upon hers. 

“Marty,” Jennifer whispered, her hot breath caressing Marty’s skin. 

Slowly, Marty closed the gap between them as he pressed his lips onto Jennifer’s, immediately Jennifer’s lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside deepening the kiss. 

Marty’s hands grazed along Jennifer’s thighs then resting them on her hips pulling her closer into him. Jennifer’s grasp tightened around Marty, before she began to guide him towards her bed. They sank down onto the soft velvety mattress, as Jennifer gently pushed Marty down resting on top of him. Marty’s hands traced along Jennifer’s waist as their tongues continued to dance with each other. 

Abruptly, Marty’s grip tightened around Jennifer’s waist as he rolled her away, positioning himself on top of her. Jennifer released a giggle, and Marty flashed a smile. He lowered his mouth down onto Jennifer’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Jennifer moaned into him, Marty’s fingers traced along Jennifer’s collarbone as his finger hooked around the strap of her dress, his gaze fixating upon Jennifer’s. Gently, he pushed the strap down before repeating the action with the other. Then Marty began to remove his clothing and so did Jennifer. The next few moments, they had become entwined with one another, hoping that this moment would last forever. 

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At the break of dawn, Marty found Jennifer laying on his chest, his arm draped around her naked body. He shuffled in his position causing Jennifer to stir and awake soon later. 

As Jennifer’s eyes opened, she fixated upon Marty’s face. She smiled sweetly, as images from the night before replayed in her mind. 

“Hey,” Marty said quietly. 

“Hey,” she responded. 

Marty peered down at his wristwatch and then yawned. 

“What time is it?” Jennifer asked. 

“It’s almost seven.” He responded. 

Jennifer groaned. “My parents will be home anytime soon.” 

“That’s my cue then.” 

Just before Marty was about to remove himself from the bed, Jennifer held onto his arm. “Last night was,” she began and then paused. 

“I know.” Marty said, and smiled, before he lowered himself and planted a kiss on Jennifer’s lips. 

Later on Marty found himself stalking the streets on an early Saturday morning, and somehow found himself outside of Jeff’s record store. He figured he’d roam about for a bit before heading home, after all he was in no rush to return to his family. 

Pushing the doors into Jeff’s shop, he was immediately greeted by Jeff slumped behind the till. It took Jeff several moments before he had the energy to look up. 

“What are you doing here so early?” Jeff asked in confusion as he reached for the styrofoam cup beside him and took a huge gulp of his coffee. 

Marty shrugged. “I was already up.” He responded, then added, “why are you so tired?”

“I literally just left The Brew an hour ago,” he said, then his eyes narrowed, “you never showed up for the audition.” 

“I told you it was too short notice, the band said they weren’t ready.” Marty lied. 

Jeff shook his head. “Well you missed out kid. When we were having auditions last night a big shot record executive was actually there. Signed a band on the spot.” Jeff explained, then paused. “That coulda been you.” He said and looked Marty dead in the eye. 

After some time had passed, Marty had walked out of Jeff’s store dragging his feet across the concrete sidewalk he paused in front of a garbage can. His hand reached into his back pocket where the flier had taken up home there, drawing it out he unfolded it. Staring at the now creased and crumpled flier he thought long and hard. 

Marty sighed. Couldn’t believe he had let fear consume him into going after what he wanted. Out of anger he tore apart the flier and dumped it into the garbage can, wishing he could go back in time.

[michaelnotwheeler]

Will McFly and Mike Parker :D

(Picrew’s by Lunevani)

[voidfell]

its a spooky season miracle I just cracked the code on Marty's tags WOOT.

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You tried so hard not to be that girl, but the more you were around him, the more you were convinced clichés could be a good thing.

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

Since Cobra Kai coming back later this month, here’s some fluff with the Marty Mcfly of karate.

『••✎••』

It was a typical cliché, and as much as you hated it, there was something that still pulled at you. Something that pulled you right into the arms of none other than Robby Keene.

Your relationship had been rocky at best; it had started out with him pickpocketing your purse and the two of you becoming friends because, at the time, you believed he was simply returning what you lost.

Of course, when your friendship officially became a friendship, he told you the truth and apologized. LaRusso had offered him a job, and everything he did suddenly became about changing his life and earning his place. He wanted to prove to his father that he was more than just some punk-ass kid from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, how did that bring you to where you are now? How did a guy like Robby Keene, dressed up in Marty McFly attire, become the center of your universe?

The Halloween Bash, of course.

Originally, the entire group of friends, the past feud between Robby and Miguel, had long been forgotten, so they decided to do one big group costume. Demetri thought it would be a good idea to go with the Power Rangers, which was fine, except for the fact that Eli was the only one who actually wanted to be a Ranger. Everyone else was either not impressed or completely clueless about who they were.

In the end, the group split off into their own individual costumes, and that's how you ended up with your favorite movie being used as the basis for your outfits.

It took a lot of convincing on your part. I mean, the dude looked practically identical to the real actor; he was the obvious choice. Throw a Walkman on him, and boom, the costume is perfect.

He blamed it on the hair, which it technically was. Ever since he ditched Dora's cut with Diego, he just became that geeky kid who freaked at the word 'chicken.'

And in all honesty, you truly believed he hated that word, too. Eli said it to bait him once, and he did not go down easily.

It only took you an hour to convince him, but after a while, he relented, and the costume was finalized.

So, obviously, when the two of you walked in with swag that only the 80s could pull off, you stayed for about an hour before Robby got bored and decided ice cream was the cure.

Now, the two of you were sitting on the steps of an apartment building, eating a gallon of ice cream and talking.

You swear, you didn't mean for it to happen, but the way he looked at you with those soft, blue eyes and the smile that could make a nun blush, you found yourself leaning closer.

"I had fun," he spoke quietly, his words dancing over your lips. "Even if I do look ridiculous."

You giggled. "Well, isn't that why we have Halloween? To look ridiculous?"

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You don't look ridiculous, though," you continued. "I think you look pretty good in a life preserver."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

It was something about the way he said that. The way you could hear the smile in his voice, but most of all, the way he looked at you when he said it. Like he was looking for permission to continue with what was already happening.

So, you answered by leaning in, connecting your lips with his, and giving him all the permission he needed.

His hands instantly flew to your hips, tugging you closer, and you found your own hands wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It was perfect, just like the movies. You regretted dressing up as Doc Brown, though. Not only was the radiation suit itchy, but you were acting like Jennifer Parker, and you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, with the white hair off and his headphones finding their home around his neck, you figured maybe you'd force him to keep that part of the costume because, the way he was looking at you, you didn't want it to end.

You were sure it wouldn't, not any time soon.

[97keanu]

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ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿ

ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉᵉˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ﹖

ʳᵒˡˡ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵐⁱˢᵗʸ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷˢ

ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ

ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ

ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ"

✧ I'm your passenger ✧

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Dave Lizewski x Goth!Reader

Premise: You and Dave have been seeing each other every weekend since your history project together, but for a while now you've been too scared to admit your true feelings. Tonight, you take Dave to a bonfire with you other alternative friends, and introduce him as your boyfriend for the first time. You also end up taking Dave back to your car for some much needed release under the full autumn moon.

Tags: sappy romantic who doesn't want to show her feelings reader, Dave who is totally head over heels but doesn't want to push anything in fear of losing you, Dave is so nervous to meet your friends and go to his first party, reader who realizes she really might just be in love with this nerd, mentions of casual drinking, car sex, semi public but not mentioned much, dominant reader, some Dom Dave, reader on top, p in v, raw sex, size kink, teasing.

Words: 3.6k

Read the first part here. Be added to Dave's taglist here. Dave x Reader (Jennifer's Body AU) here. Dave x popular!reader imagine here.

Dave Lizewski had never been to a party his entire highschool career. In fact, the last party he went to with more than just Marty and Todd was a first grade "everyone has to be invited" birthday party. Even that, Dave remembers very vividly, particularly when he's staring at the ceiling late at night in dread, was a mistake. He had eaten too much cake, mixed it with as many Pepsi cola's as his tiny six year old body could hold, and ended up seeing it all again on the dancefloor about 20 minutes later. He hoped to God, or whoever was up there, that tonight wouldn't have a similar fate. He would never be able to live it down if he embarrassed himself tonight, in front of you, of all people.  It was you, all black lipstick and smudged eye make up, that had roped him into this. You two started as project partners, and very quickly advanced to something more. Dave couldn't believe you, the goth girl of his nerdy comic book dreams, had taken an interest in him.  It had only been a few weeks since Dave started regularly seeing you, and he was still unclear on whether or not you two were a "thing" as Todd had put it when he grilled Dave about why he wasn't hanging out with "the boys" anymore. Half the time, you still ignored him during the school day. You stomped your way through the hallway with knee high combat boots, black and buckled more than needed to be. You would, if Dave was lucky that day, perhaps give him a look that was slightly softer than your usual scowl. 

It was the weekends when he really saw you. A simple command. A text that said "Come over." and that was it for Dave. He was like a dog on a leash for you, drooling all week in his bed alone, thinking about you with his hands busy in his pants. He felt embarrassed the amount of times he'd looked at a picture you posted on MySpace here or there, sitting at his desk, ogling those pixels on the screen just to get him through the week til he saw you again. 

He would hate how much you have him whipped if it wasn't for the fact that he was actually entirely grateful anyone would fuck him, let alone you. No, for you? He would do anything you told him to. And you knew that, of course. Which is why you are dragging Dave out of the city to bumfuck nowhere to party with the goths. 

Despite Dave's very adamant concerns, mainly to do with how he would never fit into a crowd like that, here he was, riding passenger in your beat up car. The night had started to settle in, the sun falling earlier as the cool of fall began to crisp the earth with its presence. Leaves turned to orange and gold, dipping low on the branches of weary trees that the tiny car's hood grazed as you took yet another back road. Dave began to wonder if you actually knew where this party was as the headlights became a sole source of light. 

"D-do you, um, actually know where this spot is?" Dave speaks up over your car stereo, which is currently blasting something by London After Midnight which Dave was still unfamiliar with. 

"Of course, stop worrying." You steal a glance at him, where he is pushing his glasses up nervously in the seat next to you. He catches your black lips smirking in the lowlight and he can't help but want to give in, as always, to your demands. 

"I just…I don't think they're going to l-like me…" Dave says with interjecting sighs, repeating once again his main fear for tonight. 

"Dave, it's other alternative people, this isn't exactly the popular crowd." You slide a hand over to his thigh, your many rings clinking together as you do so. 

"I know, but that doesn't mean I'll fit in…" Dave can't help but to meet your hand, giving it a squeeze where it lays on his thigh. 

"Trust me, you'll fit in if I say you fit in." You try to ease his fears once again. "I know these people quite well, if I say you're cool, you're cool. It'll be alright, Dave."

Dave nods, muttering a "yeah, cool" to himself as he feels another squeeze from your soft hand. He runs a nervous finger over your black nail polish for the rest of the car ride, and tries to see the scenery of the intensifying dense woods that engulf the tiny car. 

Eventually, as Sean Brennan's voice whines on, you two come to a driveway. You turn in, a few other cars have already arrived. An orange blaze of a bonfire flashes from around the side of an old white farmhouse and Dave can hear the chitter chatter of other teens as you two exit the car. Dave can feel his stomach tighten as he imagines a mirror before him, showing him how he looks to others. 

He tried, he really did. When you texted that you were taking him to a party he was already freaked, and then he freaked more when he found out he would be the only one without the proper dress code. He looked through all of his wardrobe, twice in fact just to be sure, but all he found was nerdy video game plastered shirts and jeans. He was hoping he might have had a band t-shirt from when he had a minor emo phase in middle school, but had no luck. 

Dave settled on picking out a dark gray zip up hoodie, along with a black t-shirt and jeans, but he feels like he's under dressed when he looks over at you. You, who is wearing so many flashy chains of silver around your belt, various necklaces featuring bats and crosses, and of course your "bats nest" hairstyle (which you had to explain to Dave was supposed to look messy). In comparison, Dave looked As nerdy and lame as always. 

Yeah, Dave was going to stand out, he was sure of it. 

Seeing Dave's hesitation, after grabbing a bottle of wine out of the backseat you brought for the occasion, you approach him. Taking your hands on his shoulders, your platform boots giving you almost a similar height to Dave, you look deep into his eyes. He gazes back with those big baby blues you fell for. 

"Dave, I brought you here tonight because I think it's important that my friends meet my boyfriend, not to embarrass you or torment you." You say this slowly, knowing that the two of you haven't discussed this exactly, but that Dave has been clear in the past that he wants to date. As Dave registers what you're saying, his eyes light up. 

"B-Boyfriend?" Is all his mouth can seem to muster, he's so over the moon about it. He had asked before if you two were dating, in fact, he asked the next day after your first time together. Then, of course, you were still figuring out your feelings, and hadn't had a clear answer. Dave was so nervous to ask you again he hadn't brought it up, but of course he wanted to be with you, that much was clear. 

"Yes, Dave," You say with a small, but soft laugh, happy that he's so excited about it. "I think it's time we made it official."

"Y-yes!" Dave nods his head eagerly, still nervous he can somehow mess this up.

''I didn't know you wanted that…" He admits softly, glancing at his dirty sneakers. 

You take Dave's face in your hands, pulling his gaze back up to yours. That's something he always loved about you, your intense, yet adorable, eyes. 

"I know, I'm sorry I was being so confusing, that wasn't fair to you. But if you are okay with it, I'd like to be your girlfriend." You say with sincerity, truly apologizing for your confusing actions, as well as giving Dave the opportunity to agree on his own terms. You're not really sure when you decided all of this, but at some point in the last few weeks you realized how silly it was that you were scared to commit to Dave. Why? Because the rest of the school might use it against you? Fuck them. 

"I–" Dave is so surprised you're even asking if he would take you as his girlfriend, it's clear on his face that this is exactly what he's always wanted. "Yes! I would love it if you were my, my g-girlfriend!" 

He's so excited and energetic he can barely speak. You smile, and plant a long kiss on his soft lips, branding him with your lipstick. He can't stop himself from fluttering his dark lashes shut and leaning into the kiss, taking more than just a small peck. That's another thing he loves about you, your lips have fit perfectly in his since the first kiss, and he doesn't even mind the aftermath of your lipstick that much. In fact, sometimes he wishes he could wear it through the halls as a badge of honor, that his girlfriend was really hot and everyone else should be jealous, if that wasn't so weird. 

You two pull away from each other and you clean Dave's mouth up, and let him do the same for you, before checking in one more time. 

"You ready to go meet my friends, boyfriend." You say with a mascara laced wink, and Dave can only nod and affirm how much more excited he is for this now. 

You take Dave's hand in yours, the two of you both sporting black nail polish since Dave had asked you to paint them so he would fit in better tonight. You're sure that he will fit in just fine, and feel excited to show him off to your closest friends. You walk the path down to the backyard.

✧

Just as you thought, after introductions to your fellow fiends of the night, and a few glasses of sweet red wine, Dave fit in just fine. Sure, he was still nervous to start, but as he sits on a log next to you by the fire, telling jokes with a bit of liquid courage from the bottle you brought, he is obviously accepted into the group. 

You look around at the people you call friends, some having been from the alt clique at your old school, some you met online and decided to meet up with. That was the cool thing about living in a place like New York, even if you felt like you were the only goth at your school right now, there were people like you hiding in different places of darkness around the city, if one knew where to look. That truly was a blessing of a big town, you aren't sure how your longer distance MySpace and Skype friends did it in their little towns. Not to mention, if you weren't here, you wouldn't have met Dave. 

You look back over to him, the chilly night air reddening his cheeks and nose, the fire illuminating his face, reflecting the joy he put out as he is telling the punchline to some joke you've already heard before. You really are grateful for him. You may have spent a lot of time dreaming of a prince of darkness to steal you away when you were younger, particularly a Ville Valo type, but there was just something about Dave that clicked. He was so different, from you, from other guys you've dated, the other goth ones. He was sincere, kind, and truthful, which was harder to find than you would think. He was just so real. 

You found a blush and a heat rising inside you that wasn't from the bonfire so near, and it wasn't from the cheap wine either. No, you may very well love Dave Lizewski. And right now that thought didn't scare you like it often did in the past. You didn't even feel a pressure to tell him, as his beautiful blue eyes look at you after a particularly hard laugh with the rest of the group, you think maybe you both know, without saying. And that was enough for you, for now. 

You and Dave laugh the night away with your friends. You feel young, in love, free from worry. And it isn't until the fire dies down, a few friends retiring to the house for the night, that you find a different fire  inside of you. As the last of your friends ride out the night on burning embers and half done cigarettes, you find Dave's eyes once more with a look he couldn't mistake. His face heats up, and he waits for you to make the move while the stragglers kiss under the moon, sliding in each other's laps. You, however, prefer more seclusion. You stand, waving goodnight to your friends, and pull Dave along with you. 

Moths dance and entwine with one another, fluttering and kissing overhead. You find your way to the back seat of your car with ease, kisses and hands everywhere before, the sensations between you and Dave practically teleporting you there. Before you know it, you're pulling Dave's pants down, and Dave is struggling to get your bra off while moaning your name. 

Despite being more comfortable with you after starting this routine between both your bodies, Dave is always still a bit nervous. He loves pleasing you so much, and he wants to make sure he does it right. Soon enough he's taking over, laying you down on the old leather of your backseat. He has your breasts in his hands and mouth, his touch flicking and sucking in ways that drive you mad. You can't help but moan out, pulling him closer, wanting more, more. You feel so sensitive in his touch, so sweet under his big hands that explore and expose your body. The coldness of the fall night on your exposed flesh only adds to the experience, making you search for Dave's warmth. 

He provides, his body covering yours and his hands moving down to your panties, slipping in with ease, as if to welcome him home. You arch when he plays with your pussy, your clit already aching and sensitive. You moan into his kisses, and he gets more and more excited as you tell him how much you want him. His cock bulges in his boxers, rubbing against your stomach, filling you with want. 

You have to practically beg him to take you, he has been getting bold about experimenting with how much he can tease you lately. It isn't until you're biting into his neck, demanding he fuck you into these seats, that he decides not to push his luck any farther. 

Dave spreads your legs for you, strong and serious, which is so unlike him, but it turns you on when he takes control like this. He is wearing your black lipstick once again as he takes his cock out, the size always surprising you. You can't believe a nerd like him is so thick, not to mention a length no girl would scoff at. 

Dave smirks down at you as you admire the sight of his cock in the low moonlight, and he makes the mistake of teasing you again by rubbing his cock through your wetness, but not entering. That's not enough for you, you feel wild with need, practically growling when he attempts this. 

"That's it…" You give the small warning, but Dave is still surprised when you agily flip the script, moving so that you are now on top of him. He looks up at you, breathless, a small smile as if this was his plan all along. 

"Took you long enough…" He gets out before your lips are crashing against his once again. 

Your hips move, searching for his cock as you straddle him. His hands move to show you where, but you're so fed up with him that you pin him to the seat. He whimpers, his moans showing you how much he likes when you dominate him. 

"I'm going to fuck your brains out for making me what, Dave Lizewski…" You breathe into his mouth as your kiss separates. Dave can only nod, his eyes showing how much he wants this, his glasses crooked. 

You find his cock finally, moving your pussy over it, now teasing him. He groans out, obviously full of the same want as you. 

"Please…I need you…" Dave says through quick breaths. 

"Oh, so now you don't like teasing?" You speak into his neck with a smirk as you bite and tease like he likes. Dave tries to move his hips, attempts to find where he can fill you up, but you just tighten your grip on his wrists. 

"I'll take your cock when I'm good and ready…" You whisper so sweetly, but Dave can only cry out, it's clear he wants you desperately. 

You continue on eventually even reaching a black nailed hand down to hold his cock hostage, only giving it attention when Dave is begging you. You wait until you can see his desperation reach its peak before lining  his cock up and plunging down. You moan out from how full you suddenly are, your pussy welcoming his cock fully. Dave struggles against your hands holding him down, and you loosen your grip a bit as you begin enjoying yourself on top of his cock. 

That's all it takes before his hands are free, grabbing your hips like that's all he can hold on to, and lifting along with you to deepen his thrusts. He may very well be beneath you right now, but it's almost all him controlling your body now. You don't mind, it feels good to have his cock so deep inside you once more. You place your hands squarely on his chest, taking each thrust in stride, his name placed on your tongue like honey, dripping off it when Dave hits the spots inside of you that drive you wild. You're so caught up in it all, you don't notice Dave speaking for a second. 

"Please…" He mutters out in a breath of want. "I want to watch you touch yourself…" 

You grin when you finally get what he wants. Dave loves when you use his cock up for your own pleasure, and tonight you are more than happy to oblige. You lean up, and Dave steadies you, his arms so much stronger than you would have thought. You reach down between your legs where Dave is plunging his cock deeper and deeper, and find your clit, wet and slippery from how much you are enjoying this. 

You begin to play with yourself, moaning out, giving Dave a show. The small car rocks from how much Dave is pumping into you now, and you feel so close already. The windows and Dave's glasses fog up from the heavy breathing you're both doing, and Dave reaches quickly to toss his glasses to the car floor, uncaring about them, just having the need to see you right now. His big blue eyes look up at you with pure pleasure while he works your body on top of his increasingly hard cock. As you get tighter and tighter around him, you begin to feel him shudder beneath you, so close, practically leaking out already. 

"F-fuck…" Dave whispers, trying to hold himself back. "I'm about to cum…" 

He seems to be trying so hard to let you go first, and the way he looks so needy for you to do so begins to push you over the edge. You feel yourself begin to tighten harder than ever, Dave struggling to even fuck you as hard from how tight you are. You grab onto his arm with one hand, his hips still thrusting away as best they can, as you moan out his name and finally give Dave what he wants by finishing on his cock. It takes no time for him to follow you, spilling into your pussy as deep as possible. Dave closes his eyes and throws his head back as he fills you up more and more, the evidence sliding down his cock and onto your thighs. 

Finally, you sit there breathlessly, unmoving as his cock twitches inside of you. You fall forward and lay on his sweaty, cool chest. Dave is obviously as tired as you, but wraps his arms around you firmly, holding you in place as if he's afraid to lose you. 

You two remain this way for a while, just enjoying the sounds of each other's breathing and heart beats, the slowing of such coming moment by moment. You reach up lazily and pet your way into Dave's dark curls, and Dave mumbles asking if you liked it, like he always does. 

"Of course I did…" you mumble back. "I loved it even…" 

It's a start, you know you're not ready yet to give your whole heart to him, to say 'I love you' in its final form. You hope Dave understands, and by the way he reciprocates after, you think he does. 

Eventually the two of you gently unravel, cleaning up and redressing, before heading back to the house for a spot to crash for the night. You are happy for such a lovely night, and Dave is actually excited that his first ever 'real' party was a success. You two find a spare room in the old house and barely get under the covers before you're sleeping on Dave's chest once more, peaceful.

Taglist:@lazyneonrabbitt @nikistan @remuslupinsno1slut @haha-im-dumb @shakedogshake @beep-boop-baby @aesniri @pinkyyy666 @lpeanut-butterl @shrekscrustybudassy @lookatmelookatme @dreary-salem @almostjollypizza @boo8008 @arabellacrybaby @imaslutforcuddles @yasugardaddieshouse @real-sharena-h @stilloverthinking

If any of you would like to be taken off just message me directly! No hard feelings! Or if you have preferences such as fluff only/smut only etc etc.

[sadgirlbaby]

MARTY MCFLY - back to the future (1-2)

FACTS

status: alive

birth date: 1968

family: george mcfly (father), lorraine mcfly (mother), dave mcfly (brother), linda mcfly (sister), stella baines (grandmother), sam baines (grandfather), milton baines (uncle), toby baines (uncle), joey baines (uncle), sally baines (aunt), ellen baines (aunt), marty mcfly jr. (son), marlene mcfly (daughter)

relationships: jennifer parker mcfly (spouse), emmett brown (doc.) [best friend]

height: 5’4” (163cm)

occupation: student, musician

HEADCANONS & PREFERENCES (marty x female reader)

some “headcanons” are inspired on true information from the movies.

he really loves being in the spotlight

he always wants to make you have some great time with him

he always brings joy even during your worst days

he’s ESFP

he’s a gemini

you and him often hang out hoverboarding somewhere

he looks like the sweetest boy alive but trust me when I say that he’s very dirty minded

he is so friendly and he gets happy every time he has to meet new people (like your friends)

he will NEVER forbid you a meeting with your friends

he is so understanding

he could be moody sometimes but nothing exaggerated

he literally can’t wait to have children with you

reminder: requests are always open!

+ I accept any kind of tip about my writing/grammar and also about the structure of the imagine/preferences post.

[inevitablemoment]

Uncle Marty

Day 21 - Babysitting

Marty and Jennifer look after three-month-old Ada while Doc and Clara enjoy their first date in months.

[starmo]

hey! Big fan of your BTTF fics! I only recently got (back) into BTTF, but it seems you’ve been here for a few years, plus you’re an nsfw author in this fandom, so I was wondering if you might have some insight on why Mammett is practically the only ship with lots of nsfw material? The only straight ships I’ve seen is Marty/Lorraine or Marty/OC. Why no Marty/Jennifer, or George/Lorraine, or even Doc/Clara? I want some nsfw Marty/Jennifer so bad and can’t find it anywhere! Did it ever exist? Was it deleted? Hope you don’t mind the random horny. Just curious and want someone to ask/rant to, one BTTF fan to another :)

Hey there! Thanks for your inquiry! I am so glad to hear that you're a fan of my work! 😄

I actually haven't any clue as to why mammett recieves more attention from NSFW creators. Believe it or not, this surprisingly comes as a shock to me!

Though my allegiance is sworn to mammett (😂), I had been under the impression that it was the least popular of the ships typically associated w/ BTTF, on account of it's... divisiveness? For lack of a better term.

Though, if I were to reckon a guess as to why it's so beloved by degenerates (jk) like myself, I'd say it has just as much to do with the taboo nature of their relationship as hating mammett for it is!

Which is exactly why it doesn't surprise me that one of the only heteronormative ships from BTTF that recieves an abundance of attention is Lorraine x Marty.

Like mammett, Lorraine x Marty involves two individuals whose sexual/romantic relationship would be met with disapproval (because, y'know, incest), which just makes for a fun jaunt when it comes to writing smut fic. The juicier and more depraved, the better!

Aside from that, though there are many other reasons as to why I (and likely many others) are attached to Doc x Marty--I think a major contributing factor to the abundant creation of NSFW mammett fic is the fact that much of what we see of their on-screen interactions (of the physical variety, especially) is interlaced w/ homoerotic subtext, albeit (likely) unintentionally.

That and taking their age gap into account, and the time in which BTTF is set, when homosexuality was still HIGHLY frowned upon, it kind of makes for a deliciously provocative "torrid love affair" type deal.

And, I (personally) am also very much attracted to both Christopher Lloyd and Michael J Fox (hence why I've so many rarepairs involving their characters 😂) which only adds fuel to the "I want to see them bang" fire.

In summary, Doc and Marty tick off all the boxes for somebody like me (in both a "omg, my otp, I wanna cry, I love them so much!!" type way, and a "I want to see Doc absolutely DESTROY Marty" type way). I imagine people must feel similarly about ships like Lorraine x Marty, George x Marty, etc.

I guess the more canon-typical ships like Jennifer x Marty and Clara x Doc haven't as much allure to NSFW writers on account of the fact that they'e likely considered to be "vanilla"? Though I can only speculate on that.

As for your frustrations in this regard, I completely understand. Scouring the tags on ao3 or similar websites in search of at least just one fic involving a ship you're invested in, only to come up short, is one of the most infuriating things in the world.

I take similar issue w/ trans Marty vs cis Marty fics.

I am one of very few mammett fic writers who solely portray Marty as being trans, and that is largely due to the fact that as a trans man myself, I wanted to see more pre-op trans representation in smut fics; something which was virtually non-existent in the fandom prior to my contributions.

I also like to write smut fic for a wide variety of niche audiences; though some of the things I've written about and or plan to write about in the future aren't necessarily kinks of my own, I still want to offer something else to the fandom aside from the repetative "Doc and Marty have flowery prose gay sex in the garage" fics (not that there's anything wrong w/ those fics, but admittedly after reading about 6 or 7 of them I tend to go "but where's the pizazz??" ..."pizazz" being the nastiest shit you can conceive of, of course, lmao).

To this day one of my all-time favorite fics I've aided in the creation of is the one where Marty is a gas-station attendant and he and Doc end up banging by the dumpster in the back alleyway behind Marty's workplace.

Not only is it deliciously, viscerally filthy, but they (being Doc and Marty) are also still very much themselves; their affection and fondness for one another knows no bounds, and thus doesn't feel out of place even in a fic involving watersports, armpit licking and non-con kink.

Perhaps now that I know there is an audience for it, in the form of, at least, you, I could try my hand at writing some Jennifer x Marty or Clara x Doc fics!

I've only two WIPS as of right now that involve a Jennifer x Marty sex scene (sorta...); that being a fic in which Jennifer is present when an experiment involving some chemicals (of the horny variety) goes awry and Doc is in dire need of uh... relief--and a sequel fic to Nocturnal Emissions that immediately begins with Jennifer eating Marty out.

These are two fics that I hope to complete and upload at some point, but in the meantime, if you're curious (and/or would like to talk more about mammett/BTTF in general) feel free to DM me and I'd be more than happy to share what I've written for these fics w/ you! 😄

[milesonthenet]

We need to talk about X-Men '97!

October 31st, 1992, saw the release of the iconic X-Men animated series. It quickly gained praise and viewership from its audience. For years, it has been regarded as one of the most high-quality animated adaptations.

This year, the X-Men Animated Series finally gains a sequel; X-Men '97. The next chapter in Marvel's Uncanny Mutants is only halfway through its season. Its journey is only just beginning, and it has already gained praise from critics.

Welcome to the House of Milesverse. Today, we will be talking about X-Men '97, and its growing impact. I hope you enjoy the read and remember to (SNIKT) leave a comment or suggestion, bub.

WARNING. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS.

'97's story:

Unsurprising to anyone, '97 picks up a year after the events of the last episode. With Charles Xavier gone, Cyclops has taken full reins over the team. The X-Men are facing off against new and dangerous challenges.

'97 has a timeless vibe to its story, almost as if you never left. These are still the same characters as they were before. The X-Men's lore and story within the animated continuity have not changed.

Much like its predecessor, '97 also provides some interesting adaptations. For an example, look no further than Madelyne Pryor, the clone of Jean Grey. In just one episode, the series condensed the events of her story.

Another good example is their destruction of Genosha. Watching it play out on the screen was such a shocker. Its destruction was carried out by Cassandra Nova in the comics. Interestingly enough, she's completely absent from the series, with this being a conspiracy done by Bolivar Trask.

The X-Men have been missed.

Dear X-Men, we have missed you.

X-Men's animated series is in line with other serious, action-heavy stories from that time. Their story focuses on the message of hate, and the real-world issues it can relate to. The persecution that mutants feel has often been used to represent various minority groups across history.

In addition, the original series combined that with beautifully made animation. The action scenes have been well-remembered by fans for years. The animated series has become such a beloved part of the animated media circle within comic books. For anyone who's a fan of our merry mutants, they definitely have spent some time with this show.

97 has proven to be a perfect follow-up by many fans. In just two episodes, 97 was able to impress the audience. It's following in the footsteps of its predecessor. X-Men 97's acclaim and interest can only rise, especially thanks to it's renewal.

What's so different?

These may be the same mutants you have met, but their voices are not. Some of the actors, such as Norm Spencer (the original voice for Cyclops) unfortunately passed away over the years. Others have been recast to play different characters.

Here are what I feel are the most notable additions:

Cyclops is now voiced by Ray Chase, well known for being the voice of numerous characters such as Noctis Lucis Caelum (FF15), Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer), Roy (Fire Emblem), and the Master of Masters (Kingdom Hearts)

Jean Grey (and Madelyne Pryor) is now voiced by Jennifer Hale, well known for being the voice of Commander Shepherd (Mass Effect), Princess Morbucks (Powerpuff Girls), and one of the Hex Girls, Thorn (Scooby-Doo). It's also worth noting that Jennifer Hale reprises the role, as she initially had it during Wolverine and the X-Men.

Gambit is an interesting case, as his prior voice actor, Chris Potter, is now playing Cable. He's instead voiced by A.J. LoCascio, who does voice work for both Prince Lotor (Voltron: Legendary Defender) and Marty McFly (Back To The Future: The Game).

Speaking of? Cable is voiced by Chris Potter now, whose done work as Peter Caine (Kung-Fu: The Legend Continues), and Evan Owen (The Young and The Restless).

Cable's old voice actor was Lawrence Bayne, but he was replaced by Chris Potter. Ironically enough, Lawrence Bayne plays a new character who debuts in the same episode as Cable's birth, The X-Cutioner. Lawrence Bayne is known as the voice of Gill (Street Fighter III: Third Strike) and Raven (Gargoyles).

Lastly? Jubilee's old voice actress, Alyson Court, wanted someone of Asian descent to portray her. That is where Holly Chou comes in, acting as the new voice of Jubilee. She did the voice work for Akame (Like A Dragon Gaiden: The Man Who Erased His Name). It is also worth noting that Alyson Court acted as the voice of an older Jubilee in an episode, named Abscissa.

As you can see, a lot has changed with the voice cast of the X-Men series. Some characters who were voiced by older actors had been replaced. Others, like Cal Dodd (The voice of Wolverine) and Alison-Sealy Smith (The voice of Storm) still reprise their iconic roles.

While much has changed? At the end of the day, these new actors all still portray the spirit of the character. Ray Chase for example makes for a standout, with how closely he sounds to Norm Spencer's Cyclops.

What to look forward to & Conclusion

X-Men '97 is heating up, and we are already almost at the end. If you haven't checked it out yet, then I recommend it. The series is short, but its episodes all have a distinct impact and role. They not only move the plot forward but also help the characters to grow.

My hope is that Superhero Animation swings back into full gear. I remember as a kid it felt like it was practically already there. From the 90s to the 2000s, you could not miss it. The DC Animated Universe, for example, stands out as one of the best superhero animation projects. An entire generation grew up on those stories, and those adventures.

X-Men shows that its importance and value to people matters. Much like the DCAU, it raised so many children and was their first introduction to the X-Men. It stands out as one of the most iconic superhero action cartoons ever, and frankly? It's earned its title.

I think the future of superhero animation is steadily climbing back up. We have had great animated series, such as Invincible, Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur, My Adventures with Superman, and now? X-Men '97.

This has been a wonderful episode of House of MilesVerse. I hope you join us for a deep dive into our favorite robots in disguise. I'll be doing a full review of Transformers: Earthspark.

And? If you didn't know it, then now you know. We'll chronicle some adventures of Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur.

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Also just curious, do you have other BTTF niche ships? Like anything with Zane, Cue Ball and hell, even the version of George in a wheelchair

Well, yes. I'm talking about them so often because I'm trying to show them in my fanarts.

I thought about Arthur x Zane, but I'm more into Arthur x Matches. I'm not sure with it yet. But anyone with Cueball (yet?)

Marty x Emmett - this is my first ship when I was a teenager, but now I'm not into them that much

Marty x Leech

Marty x George - For more than two months (I guess?) they have been my favorite ship from others. I ship Marty with young George, with pre-changed timeline George (even in the Citizen Brown episode) and even with George in a wheelchair. I know most people hate incest ships and they don't want to know people who like them, but I don't care too much

Edna Strickland x Sylvia McFly - they are my favorite lesbian couple. They also need some love. Like Jennifer x Lorraine.

Jennifer Parker x Lorraine Baines McFly - I named this ship as ParkFly. Already, I have a few ideas with them and I need to start something soon. From the beginning, I shipped Jennifer with young Lorraine, but after I started to ship her also with old Lorraine after changed the 1985 timeline, but pre-changed timeline Lorraine is pretty. Unfortunately, I can just only use the Lorraine model from episode 3 with Citizen Plus clothes, but I don't mind.