#back to teh future ficlet

[randomfandomimagine]

Cupid’s Arrow (Marty McFly x Reader)

Characters: Marty McFly

Fandom: Back to the Future 

Tags: Hand holding, love at first sight, first meetings

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,4k words

Requested by anon: If you're up for another Marty request, could you do a ficlet where the reader has a band that was also auditioning for the battle, and her band goes after Marty's and she's kind of upset when the judges say he's too loud, so after the audition she goes up to the judges and convinces them to give Marty another shot, and Marty somehow finds out it was her idea? If you're cool with that :) 

A/N: It’s a bit short because I thought I would know what to write, but I had little to work with and I changed it a little bit. Still, I tried to make it cute so here it is! Enjoy, and remember to please give it some love with reblogs and feedback! 

Marty McFly x Gender Neutral Reader

_

You wouldn’t forget the group’s name, The Pigheads, and you wouldn’t forget that boy’s face. During your entire audition, those were the only things in your mind. Luckily, you knew your music by heart and it wasn’t hard to play despite not paying attention to what you were doing, you had rehearsed so many times that your hands moved on their own over your instrument. You tried to focus as your fingers sunk on the rough strings and slid up and down the guitar’s neck.

The last note strung in the venue, echoing against the wall and resonating in your ears. The judges paused for a moment, writing something down. One of them, the ones with glasses, picked up his megaphone.

“Thank you, we will contact you” Was all he said, then lowering it again.

Was that all? Those judges really were so dull. For a moment, you looked back to your friends, the other members of your band. After exchanging a few glances, you made your mind up and spoke up.

You remembered the disappointment in that boy’s face and felt bad for him yet again. It wasn’t the first time your band got rejected, and you knew how terrible that feeling was. Furthermore, you genuinely thought their music was good, you really enjoyed it. Which was only another excuse for what you were about to say, that and the fact that you had gotten a liking to that guy just by taking a look at him.

“For the record” You said, speaking loud and clear through the mic. “Those guys that went before us? I know they’re our rivals or whatever, but… they were really good”

The judges stared at you, surprised that you were standing up for them. Their eyes widened slightly, although their expression remained neutral and boring. The same man picked up the megaphone again and talked to you.

“Next band, please” Was all response you got, so you resigned yourself.

“Fine…” You picked up your things and left. For the first time since you began auditioning, you weren’t all that excited to be contacted.

_

The streets of Hill Valley were as tranquil as usual. Life went on while your mind boiled with thoughts. You couldn’t take that kid out of your head. Why was it about him that was so special? It was almost like love at first sight.

In fact, your heart skipped a beat when you recognized a familiar person not far from you. You could tell it was him by the jean jacket that you had noticed before. As well as that, his brown hair and funny strut were a giveaway to his identity. It was almost like destiny, that you bumped into him again.

“Hey!” You called him, jogging up to him. Luckily, he stopped and turned around when you did. Awkward now that you were face to face, you averted your gaze. “Hi”

“Hi…” You felt his eyes on you, and although he seemed puzzled for a moment, you read the recognition in his gaze when you made eye contact again. “What a minute, I know you! You were in the audition, your band went after mine”

“Yeah!” You were strangely excited that he recognized you. The grin of his that followed caused a twin smile to appear on your lips. “You were really good”

“Thanks…” His friendly expression darkened. “You might be the only one who thinks that”

“Oh, don’t listen to those old folks” You waved your hand in the air, determined to cheer him up. “You know, I bet I could convince them to give you another chance”

“I appreciate the thought, really, but I don’t think they would”

You showed him an enigmatic smile, which caused him to frown in curiosity and tilt his head.

“I can be very persuasive” Playfully pretending to appear interesting, you importantly combed your hair. “You don’t believe me?”

“Oh, I believe you” That grin returned to his mouth. “I just don’t think those guys can be persuaded”

“It’s worth a try” You shrugged, smiling back at him again.

A pause followed in which, you noticed, you stared at each other. After a moment, he seemed to revive and move, repeatedly blinking to shoo his thoughts away.

“I’m, uh… Marty” He offered you his hand, which you shook. “Got a name?”

“Y/N” You replied, smiling at him. “Got a phone number, too”

Noticing you were only half-joking, Marty laughed a little. You both lingered on your hand shake for a little longer than necessary.

“Um…” You reluctantly piped up. “Should we go then?”

“Yeah!” He finally let go of your hand, awkwardly chuckling. “Yeah, sure”

The two of you began walking, in silence at first. Then you glanced at him, surprised by how fond of him you were already. Perhaps it was the fact that music was very important for you and you had that in common, or perhaps it was the love at first sight. But you felt really close to Marty.

When you realized he had caught you sneaking glances towards him, you thought of something to say.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little” He admitted, peering at you. “But I think I found a lucky charm”

You smiled, endeared by his sweet words. And he smiled back, as he always seemed to do.

_

You returned to where Marty was waiting for you. It was hard to keep that big smile from occupying your lips, but you managed to hide it.

“Well?” He asked you as soon as he saw you, his blue eyes following your every move as you positioned yourself in front of him.

“Marty…” You solemnly said, taking his hands in yours like you would do with a close friend. “I’m sorry to say this, but…”

“But?” Marty gulped, frowning in anticipation.

“They’re giving you another chance!” You exclaimed, and he gawked at you.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He chuckled, nervously looking around him as though he didn’t believe it was true. “This is heavy! I mean, it’s… it’s huge!”

“I told you I could convince them” You grinned, although now that the initial excitement was slightly dying down, you blushed when you realized you were still holding his hands. “You didn’t believe me”

Marty was speechless. All he could do was chuckle again and shake your hands before dropping them. His gaze was absent as he moved towards the stage, prepared for his second chance at success. However, he stopped in his tracks and turned to you again.

“Hey… thanks” There was something special in his eyes, a deep emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint. “I owe it all to you, Y/N”

“No problem” You waved your hand in the air, taking important out of it.

“I’ll make it up to you”

“How?”

“I could, uh…” Marty stuttered, rubbing his nape. “I could take you out to dinner tonight”

“That would be nice” You bit your lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the mere thought of it.

“Pick you up at eight?”

“For that you would have to know where to pick me up”

“Oh… right”

You laughed, grabbing a pen from your pocket and taking his hand. You felt him staring as you quickly scribbled down your address and phone number on the back of his hand.

“Done” You announced as you looked up at him again.

“It’s a date” Marty winked at you, which only made you smile yet again.

“Now go” You pushed him a little. “Your fans are waiting for you”

Marty obeyed, approaching the stage for his new incredible audition. You knew he would do great. He thought twice before he could leave, holding his finger up, and faced you one last time.

“What’s your band name, by the way?” He nervously asked, almost making you think he was stalling. “I didn’t catch it, I was gone when you introduced yourselves”

You paused, amused in anticipation to his response.

“Cupid’s Arrow”

“I like it” Marty nodded vehemently. “It seemed like Cupid’s Arrow saved me”

“Go, rockstar” You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “Blow their minds”

“See you later” Although after a few seconds of hesitation, Marty left you with a kiss on the cheek.

You smiled to yourself as you saw him go to the stage once and for all. And you stood there, prepared to see him play from your front row seat.

Tag list: @call-me-harley-quinn​ / @wonderlandfandomkingdom​ /  @fortheloveofbenyandtom​ / @caswinchester2000​ / @bravelittlesunflower​ // If you want to be added or taken off the tag list for these fandoms or characters, send me an ask!! // Reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

[doyelikehaggis]

oh god I want to ask abt many of ur wips but the one that v obviously stands out the most to me is valerine and the twins !! that ficlet u did for this concept with teh mb still lives in my head rent free so ofc I want to know how that fic is going. also 40 (bc what a concept !!) and/or 53 <33

I thought that would be the one that most interested you haha, of course you can know how it's going, I am very pleased that it lives rent free in your head. You obviously know the basic concept, which is that Valerie and Caroline get full custody of the twins, so we'll jump right into the snippet instead!

"I want to go for full custody." 

Valerie stops. Her hands are drenched in bubbles and soapy water, a plate in one hand and the sponge in her other. She looks more domestic than Caroline ever thought she'd see her, hair tied back loosely and wearing one of Caroline's softest plaid shirts. It's orange and pink. It's a good look on her. 

The smile that had been caught on her lips just a second ago has faded slightly as she processes what Caroline just said. In all fairness, it's a big thing to just casually throw out into a normal conversation while washing the dishes. 

"Okay," Valerie says slowly. "Um... Okay, that's a pretty big deal." She lets the plate slide back into the sink and turns to Caroline, shaking her head. "I mean, I think you should."

Caroline blinks. She was expecting a more alarmed response; usually, in tv shows and books, when one person says they want to get full custody of a kid, it's a big deal for the partner, right? They're not sure they can handle it, they're not sure their relationship will be able to get through it, all of that. 

Flat out agreement wasn't quite on the list. 

"Really?" she asks, straightening up with a surge of joyful hope. "You do? You're not -- you don't want to -- to talk about it or anything?" 

Valerie frowns, her brow wrinkling. Caroline's always liked the little crease it makes between her eyebrows. Not when she first met her, that was more satisfying, knowing she had stumped her. But recently, it's become a fond thing rather than one for her to be triumphant over. 

"Caroline, they're your kids," Valerie says. "If you want full custody of them, it's not my place to have a say in that." 

The hope is quickly pricked with a sharp little pin and bursts, deflating with a sad whistle. It weirdly stings her, too.

"That's... No, that's not how this works," Caroline says, weirdly hurt. Maybe she had been expecting a bit more hesitation surrounding the idea, but this feels worse. 

Valerie seems to be realizing that. Confused, grabs a towel from the sideboard and starts drying her hands, while she says, "It isn't?" 

"No!" Caroline laughs in disbelief. She steps forward and takes one of her partially dry hands in between both of her own. "No, it's absolutely not. Val, you are a big part of my life now. You know that, right?" 

Valerie hesitates now. Her mouth opens like she wants to agree, but her just runs along her teeth while that little crease in her eyebrows grows deeper. 

"Well, yeah," she quickly says after a moment, with Caroline's exasperated stare focused on her. "Of course I do. But I wouldn't stand in the way of any decisions you wanted to make about your kids, that's why I just thought this was more you telling me rather than something for us to talk about." 

Caroline's realizing that Valerie's response wasn't because she doesn't want to be part of the family. She just doesn't think that she is part of it. 

Which... actually hurts even more, Caroline finds. Because maybe that's on her. Has she been making her feel left out? Like she's a separate part of her life from Lizzie and Josie? That was the last thing she wanted. 

"Valerie," Caroline says seriously, and her eyes widen a little with worry. "Almost every decision that I make for my future is going to include your voice, because it's going to affect yours, too. That's what being in a relationship is, remember? So, if I tell you that I want to get full custody of Lizzie and Josie, I'm asking you to talk it through with me before anything goes ahead. Are you okay with having that conversation?" 

She has never seen Valerie look so stumped for what to say before. It's the first time they've had a conversation like this, one that's really going to affect both of them.

But even though she has that fight-or-flight, ready to flee at a moment's notice look in her eyes that she often gets, Valerie nods slowly. Then her face breaks out into a smile, and she breathes out a soft laugh, looking down. 

"Yeah," she says. "Yeah, I would love that."

Now, 40! Hope living with Jeremy! It is certainly a concept, isn't it?? This comes entirely from the start of season 2 of Legacies, when no one remembered Hope but she was sticking around Mystic Falls to help with the Malivore monsters. When watching that, my mum and I had been trying to guess who she was going to live with, because surely she wouldn't be living on her own and she couldn't stay at the school, so we came up with the theory that she was going to be living with Jeremy, who, as far as we knew, would have to have somewhere to live while he was in town. And then I decided that if she was going to be living with Jeremy, they would train together, he would help with some Malivore monsters, then they would slowly bond because Jeremy was actually kinda friends with Kol at one point. And then we have big brother Jeremy! Have a little snippet:

There's a loud thwacking noise from the back garden as Hope walks into the kitchen. She pauses momentarily in her sleepy state, registers the noise, then continues going about grabbing a bowl and her box of cereal. It's nearly empty, she finds, to her dismay. 

Once she's poured the last of the milk and tossed the carton, she opens up the back door and steps out into the garden. Her eyes adjust quickly to the darkness and hone in on the figure currently throwing a staff around at a tree like it has personally offended him.

"Are you ever worried that one day it's going to fight back?" she asks curiously. 

Jeremy startles and nearly drops the staff in his haste to turn around to face her. 

"I mean, dryads and wood nymphs are actually a thing. Just so you know. That tree might have a family that probably wouldn't appreciate you hitting it repeatedly for fun."

She spoons cereal into her mouth as Jeremy laughs. Relieved that she isn't some Malivore monster sneaking up on him, he relaxes enough to double over, hands on his knees as he breathes heavily. For someone who's not exactly unfit or unathletic, he gets out of breath incredibly easily.

Tilting her head, Hope asks, "Have you ever considered that you might be asthmatic? You breathe like one."

"And you talk like your uncle," Jeremy quips back, still laughing at her comments. He groans, straightening back up as he adds, "But yes, I do have asthma. Thanks for your concern."

Hope's heart beats a little faster. It always does when her family is mentioned, more often now than before. The urge to get on the bus and go home to them in New Orleans is still there, no matter how much she tries to ignore it. She needs to focus on Malivore's monsters. But it's hard sometimes.

She smiles to herself, wondering if he's right. She hopes so. Uncle Kol was always her favourite. The thought that she could be making him proud with just a few words fills her with a kind of happy pride she hasn't felt since Uncle Kol told her she was just like him for causing trouble at the Salvatore School. 

Then she wipes it off her face like she always does whenever he casually talks about her family, straightens up against the doorframe, and says, "Maybe you should use an inhaler, then. I wouldn't want you dropping dead while we're fighting a monster." 

"Hasn't happened yet!" 

She rolls her eyes at him, something she also finds herself doing often these days. It's easier to ignore him and continue eating her cereal while he goes back to training. Clearly, he has no concern about dryads coming after him for revenge.

"Hey, do you wanna join?" Jeremy calls over to her. 

He offers the staff out to her, but she shakes her. Motioning her cereal with her spoon, she smiles again, and says, "I'm good. Just came down for this. You have fun freezing out here, though."

She turns back inside the kitchen as Jeremy chuckles and shakes his head at her. "Good morning to you too."

53 is a good choice, I very much enjoy that one as well. "Klayley Wedding" is pretty much what it sounds like; Klaus and Hayley are together and getting married. They waited a while to do so, so Hope is seventeen and being pulled out of the Salvatore School for a few days in order to be there for it. And she's bringing a date! Here is your preview:

"Come on, humour me," Lizzie whines as she fusses with the back of Hope's hair. Why she agreed to let her style it, Hope has no idea; it was definitely a moment of bad judgment, but at the same time, it was let her do it when she begged, or be forever resented for saying no. 

And having Lizzie Laughlin-Forbes resent you is not something anyone in the Salvatore School risks. It's signing a death sentence. 

Rolling her eyes, Hope goes to shake her head then quickly stops when Lizzie holds it firmly on both sides and glares at her in the mirror. "No moving until I'm done!" she reminds her. "I haven't spelled it yet, you'll mess it up."

"Have you ever considered going into hairdressing?" Hope asks dryly, glaring back halfheartedly. Really, she doesn't mind her helping her out. 

It's at least better than her having to worry about it herself. Though, Aunt Rebekah is not going to be happy that she didn't let her do it. It's why she's practically been avoiding her since getting to New Orleans. 

Lizzie laughs shortly, then says, "Nice try. You're not wriggling out of the question."

Hope doesn't admit that's what she was trying to do, but it definitely was the intention. Lizzie has been a broken record since she found out that Hope was bringing a date to the wedding. At first, she was offended that Hope hadn't asked her, but then saw Hope's reasoning when she pointed out that she and Josie were already going to be there because of their mom.

"It's not a big deal!" Hope says, finally at least acknowledging the question. 

Lizzie scoffs. "Oh, of course not. Except, it absolutely is, and you know that it definitely is to Rafael. You basically asked him to meet your family, Hope. That's a big deal to most people."

"Not to you or Josie." 

"We've known your family since we were born!" Lizzie protests. She stops whatever she was doing to Hope's hair to stare at her in the mirror. "Rafael is head over heels in love with you, any person with barely working eyes -- or ears -- knows that. Except you, apparently!"

Hope shakes her head, once again forgetting Lizzie's rule. Lizzie quickly holds her head in place again, but she's too focused on the conversation at hand to lecture her again. 

"Maybe this is your way of letting him down without having to actually tell him!" Lizzie continues, obviously trying to get under her skin. "After all, you've invited him to meet your family, who are probably going to threaten him at every turn. Especially your dad, because of the whole macho alpha werewolf thing, you know?"

"My mom's actually the Alpha of the pack, not my dad," Hope corrects, but Lizzie brushes it off.

"After today, Rafael's probably not going to have any feelings for you anymore out of fear of your family, so, really, you won't have to do anything. I mean, it's smart -- a little cruel, but at least you don't have to do any of the hard work yourself, that's all up to your family--" 

"You make them sound terrifying," Hope protest with a touch of offence to her voice, staring up at Lizzie in the mirror. "They're not that bad. I actually think they'll like Raf." 

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. She's smiling.

"Is that because you want them to like him?" she asks slowly, and Hope groans, but Lizzie quickly presses on before she can interrupt, "Just admit you asked him to be your date because you like him!" 

"If I do, will you shut up and finish my hair so that we can go and meet Josie and Raf?" 

Lizzie lights up like a Christmas tree. She squeals excitedly, even though Hope technically hasn't even admitted anything yet. She's taking it as all the confirmation she needs. 

"I like him," Hope says anyway, and maybe she's smiling a little as well. "And yes, it would be convenient for me if my parents liked him before anything happened between us." 

"I knew it," Lizzie breathes out, shaking her head. She picks back up where she left off with Hope's hair as if nothing happened. "Now that that's over. Tell me, would your Aunt Rebekah mind if I borrowed that really gorgeous emerald bracelet she showed us yesterday?" 

Hope is laughing. Lizzie can't seem to figure out why, but honestly, Hope's just so happy in the moment that she can't help herself. For a moment on the way over to New Orleans, when everyone was packed onto that bus, shouting and arguing, she thought this was going to be a disaster. Someone would end up killing someone. 

There's still time for that, especially since neither she nor her mom have told her dad that she has a date. But Hope is finally living up to her name for once and is choosing to be hopeful that, actually, maybe everything is allowed to go right for once. 

God, writing those snippets took me so long, so apologies for the delay! But I actually enjoyed this a lot so thank you so much for giving me motivation! Who knows, I might actually finish writing them now! (God, now all I can think about is TVD and Legacies, I haven’t been here in ageeeees. Time to rewatch TVD season 1-6 and season 2 of Legacies, I think.)