#mcfly x reader

[brainddeadd]

Coming Home

The second Dougie steps through the door, you can’t hold back. You launch yourself into his arms, practically knocking the breath out of him as you cling to him with everything you’ve got. He lets out a surprised laugh, catching you, and the low rumble of it makes you realize just how much you missed his voice, his warmth—all of him.

“God, I thought you’d never get here,” you breathe, barely giving him time to respond before you pull him down into a kiss, fierce and desperate, as if making up for every second he’d been gone. His fingers dig into your waist, anchoring you to him like he can’t bear to let go, either.

“I know,” he whispers against your lips, voice thick with his own need. “I felt it too, every day. All I wanted was to come back to you.”

Your hands roam over his shoulders, his back, needing the tangible proof that he’s here. You’re tugging him further inside without thinking, already overwhelmed by how long you’ve gone without him. The front door clicks shut as he pushes you back, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Let me just look at you,” he murmurs, taking you in like he’s afraid this is a dream. “I kept picturing this, picturing you—but nothing compared to this.”

You catch his hand, pressing it against your cheek, your own eyes tearing up as you cling to him like he’s the only real thing in the world. “Then don’t ever leave this long again. I can’t take it, Dougie. I need you here.”

He closes his eyes, leaning into you, and you feel his whole body relax against yours, like he’s finally found home. “I’m not going anywhere.” And you believe him, especially as he lifts you into his arms, carrying you toward the bedroom as if he can’t waste another second.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

More Than Just An Heiress (Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith)

Pairing: Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith; Benny Miller x OFC!Cecelia Murphy

Warning: Fluff, Mentions The Last of Us (No Spoilers)

Words: 2.3K+

Synopsis: Greer Smith, the best friend of Dougie Poynter, is turning another year older. She needs reminding that she is more than what she is labeled.

Info: You made yet another trip around the sun, Kristyna! I’m so very proud of you and the person you have become. The mother and wife you have become, as well as the best friend I get to call you. Do you need tissues? I promise I did not plan on making you sniffle, but you say I always make you do that. Anyways, in all seriousness, I’m so lucky to call you my best friend, and if I had to share you with anyone, it would be Dougie Poynter. ;D Thank you for allowing me to borrow Greer Smith from you and let me write her and Dougie getting together. All Dividers are from @firefly-graphics 

Greer Smith is known for many things, including being a wine enthusiast. She could tell you the best wine for dinners, desserts, and events. Having picked up the talent, spending the summers of her youth with her grandparents in the French wine vineyards. Some call her fashionista for her vast love for fashion and her ever-growing closet full of clothing, and her favorite Chanel.

Greer is the daughter of multi-billionaire businessman Henry Smith, who could be careless about the fact she is also called an artist. Multiple pieces of her art have been featured around the world. The crown Prince William brought pieces for his spouse as engagement gifts.

Greer is an excellent friend to her childhood friend and closest friend from boarding school Cecelia Murphy. They are so close. Greer is Cecelia’s son’s godmother. According to her best friend, Dougie Poynter, Greer is the Godmother to one of the most fantastic kids on the planet. Greer is a wine enthusiast, fashionista, artist, daughter, godmother, friend, and best friend, who is in love with said best friend.

Greer Smith had made it yet another, something she could celebrate, unlike last week’s gala, which was in celebration of her father's company doing an outreach program that used outside volunteers. Greer Smith had made it to see another year, something her teenage self probably doubted would ever happen. When you are an angsty teenager who thinks the world is out to get you, destined to work at your father’s multi-billion dollar company so you can keep your lifestyle. It makes sense all the sense the relief that you made it another year, somewhat sane at that. 

There weren’t many people who remembered this day. That number of people could fit in her king-size bed, and two of them had help from one of them. Cecelia, her closest friend, had yet to forget a birthday of Greer’s. Even when she was eight months pregnant, Cecelia had driven to her house with a cookie cake and sang her happy birthday. Cecelia made sure her fiancê Benny, remembered Greer’s birthday, and that influence went onto their son and Greer’s godson William. Since he was two years old, he had given his godmother a drawing of them and their best friend, Dougie. Dougie was the final person who always remembered her birthday. He could be halfway across the world about to go on stage to perform in front of thousands of people with his band McFly, but he would call her and sing her a happy birthday. 

It was no surprise when Greer first woke to her friend Cecelia sitting cross-legged at the end of her bed, black-out curtains half drawn up, letting in the sun. On top of Cecelia’s head was a party hat stolen from one of Tom’s kid birthday parties, and her cell phone in hand. Greer’s laugh got her friend’s attention making Cecelia drop her phone as she leaned forward to pull the artist in for a hug, which Greer eagerly returned. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer, another year here, another year smarter, another year grander, another year more beautiful, and another year with us.” Cecelia dramatically kissed Greer on the cheek as she got up from the bed to open the bedroom door where William stood holding Salem, Greer’s black kitten, a gift from Dougie. The kitten jumped from the toddler’s arms, reaching for its owners. Reaching out, Greer grabbed Salem, giving him kisses and pets, taking all the love she could get as William climbed into her lap. To Greer, this was the perfect start to her birthday. 

A knock on the bedroom door pulled Greer from her thoughts. He is standing in the doorway of her room, Benny Miller, her godson’s father, alongside her best friend, Dougie. Dougie was holding a tray of cupcakes with lit candles atop them. Greer covered her face in William’s hair out of embarrassment as the group started to sing Happy Birthday off-key to her, most of them trying to get her to laugh. 

“Happy Birthday to you, dearling Greer!” Dougie placed his hand on Greer’s shoulder as Benny lifted his son from his godmother's lap. Then, holding the plate of cupcakes out in front of the birthday heiress, Dougie nudged her encouraging her to open her eyes or at least to blow out the dwindling candles before her. 

Greer took a deep breath as the butterflies took hold. Then, making the same wish she made every time she saw 11:11 on the clocks in her house, Greer blew the candles out on her cupcakes with the help of William. Cecelia, William, and Dougie cheered for Greer, making her blush more as she grabbed a cupcake off the plate and leaned back against her headboard, pulling Dougie with her.  

Cecelia took the plate from Dougie, ensuring everyone got one before sitting on the lounge chair at the end of the bed with her fiancé and son. 

“What did you wish for, Smith?” Benny enquired as he started to lick the frosting from the top of his cupcake. Dougie looked at Greer, who was currently trying to fight off Salem, who was very interested in the cupcake. 

“That’s for me and the universe to see if it’s in the cards. If I tell you guys it can’t come true, it’s common law.” Greer shrugged as she nudged Salem to the other side of the bed. The kitten looked back quickly, giving it back to her. Greer just rolled her eyes. 

“Not even a little bit of a hint, Gee-Gee?” William climbed up on the bed, leaving frosting handprints in his wake for the poor housekeeper to clean up later in the afternoon. Dougie grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled him into his lap, tickling the little boy and making him giggle. 

“You can’t spoil a wish, Will. If you do, they can’t come true. So what have your parents been teaching you, kid?” Dougie lifted the kid upright and hugged him. 

“Does this mean Buzz’s wish can’t come true because he told his parents he wished for a longboard for Christmas on his birthday?” Will looked up at Dougie as Greer looked at him with her eyebrow raised. 

“Would you look at the time? Will, you have swimming lessons in 45 minutes, and you can’t be late again.” Cecelia jumped from her spot on the lounge, nudging Benny with her hand. “Kiss Aunt Gee-Gee goodbye, and hug Uncle Dougie goodbye.” Cecelia made her way over to the side of the bed and kissed her friend’s forehead. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer. I’m so lucky to have had you as my roommate all those years ago. I don’t know what this family would ever do without you. See you tomorrow night for your birthday dinner. Call me if you need me.” Cecelia let go of Greer, who wiped a stray tear, secretly not wanting to let her friend know she had been made emotional by her words quite yet. 

William threw himself across his godparent’s lap, putting both arms on Greer and Dougie. 

“Thank you for the cupcakes, Uncle Dougie. They were good. Happy Birthday, Aunt Gee Gee. I love you so much.” Greer smiled as she leaned down, kissed William on the crown, and ran her fingers through his hair. 

Benny picked up his son and hugged Greer. 

“Happy Birthday, Greer. Thanks for being a fantastic godmother to our kid and just as good of a friend to Cecelia. They don’t make friends like they used to. So I’m trying to say we are lucky to have you in our family.” Benny patted Greer on the shoulder, grabbing Cecelia’s purse left on the floor by the lounge, leaving Dougie and Greer alone.

There wasn’t much Greer needed when she was an heiress to a multi-billion dollar company. Dougie had been bugging her for weeks about what she wanted for her birthday. She gave her the standardized answer she gave him every year, “just another year of your genuine friendship.” Dougie would send laughing emojis or ask her to be serious. What did she want? 

Greer couldn’t tell Dougie what she wanted because what she wanted could probably end their friendship for good if it wasn’t something they both enjoyed. So she would be okay with just another year of having Dougie as her best friend. 

Dougie and Greer managed to finish the plate of cupcakes. Dougie ate most of them before they entered the living room, where candles warmed the room, and tons of cushions were on the floor with blankets facing Greer’s big screen TV. 

“Dougie, what is this?” Greer looked at the bassist.

“You weren’t giving me any hints about what you wanted for your birthday, so I asked Giovanna and Cecelia. They said you would wish to spend a day inside, with no one to bother you. So I will give you just that and a marathon of The Last of Us because you have been hounding me to watch it.” Dougie led Greer to the cushions laid out, where she found popcorn set out along with various of her favorite candies next to her favorite living room blanket. If her heart wasn’t already beating fast, it almost felt like it could come out of her chest. 

“Benny helped me set up the cushions, but I lit all the candles, made sure they were from that one store that Johnny Depp gets them, the one you dragged me to a few years ago. The lady said we should get a whole day's marathon out of them. No need to trim the wicks or anything.” Greer got comfortable as Dougie continued to ramble about the heavenly-smelling candles he had sprinkled throughout the surfaces of her living room. 

At that moment, Greer didn’t care about the burning candles though they probably cost a fortune. She didn’t want to watch Joel Miller and Ellie Williams risk their lives to save the world from mushrooms. Though it was one of her favorite shows and video games, she would much rather spend it with Dougie and her feelings off her chest. 

“Dougie, I like you, and I’ve liked you for a long time, and I’m not going to keep these feelings to myself anymore.” At some point during her little speech, Greer's hands had found their way into Dougie’s while her eyes had pinched shut in nervousness. 

Dougie laughed as he tugged on Greer’s hands, pulling her closer to him, his grip on her hands getting tighter. 

“Greer, you did what I couldn’t do and admitted you liked me. Would I have gone out of my way to get you all these candles from that bloody store if I didn't want you? If I didn’t have it bad for you, would I take the time to answer your text messages at three in the morning? If I didn’t like you, Greer Smith, would I put up with your obnoxious friends from boarding school that even you admit you can barely stand? No. I want you, Greer Smith, and I have liked you for a long time. I just haven’t had the guts to tell you.” Dougie laughed at Greer’s shocked face as he let go of her hands to pull her face in to kiss her softly on the lips. 

Greer had wished on every birthday candle for the past three years for something more with Dougie. More alone time, more outings together, more signs that he loved her the way she loved him. Just as she wished for him to kiss her, just like she expected, his kiss took her breath away. 

“If I had known all it would take was me setting all this up to have you telling me you like me, I would have brought the candle store out sooner.” Dougie joked. Greer blushed as she leaned forward with her head on his chest. 

“It took me blowing out the candles on my cupcakes and all the candies. The candles are a nice touch, though.” Greer laughed as Dougie tickled her side. 

“Dougie, I didn’t say anything sooner because I thought you only saw me as one of your best friends, an heiress, someone you could take with you places when you didn’t want to be alone.” Greer felt the weight she had been carrying lifted off her chest while Dougie felt his heart breaking slightly. 

“Greer, you are more than just an heiress or someone I show off at parties.” Dougie brushed a piece of Greer’s hair behind her ear. “To me, you are someone I can tell my deepest darkest secrets to, and I know I will not get judged for them unless it’s for liking KitKat’s over Cadbury. You’re someone I can spend hours in a silent room with, and it is not awkward. I could walk around art galleries with you. Nothing matches your artistic abilities. Greer, you are one of a kind, and I would want no one but you.” professed Dougie as he traced Greer’s dimple with his thumb. 

“You will always be more than what those stupid tabloids say, and the thoughts in your head may want you to believe. Hopefully, you will be my girl Greer Smith. And if anybody wants to label you more than fantastic, they must take it up with me.” Greer leaned forward and kissed Dougie intensely with admiration.

No one in Greer’s life had taken the time to speak highly of her and make her feel good about herself. She hadn’t felt this good since Cecelia told her she was the Godmother of William like someone truly admired her for caring for their child, but this time someone truly admired her for her. 

“Yes, Dougie Poynter, I shall be your lady. With that being said and done, I want to cuddle with you, eat some chocolate, and watch grumpy Joel Miller with my boyfriend.” Greer cuddled into Dougie’s side, pushing him to lean back against the bottom of her couch. Boyfriend Dougie liked the sound as he passed Greer the remote and some Cadbury. Dougie and Greer, we're meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

[viintagefairy]

I’m a simple girl, I watch tv and become hyperfixated on the characters and the actors that play them ౨ৎ˚⟡˖

[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.

[sporesmoldandfungi]

roll with me - marty mcfly x reader

A/N : yes i know my tumblr is mainly ghostbusters related things but im in a bttf phase rn and there's not enough marty mcfly works. i will probably make this a series until i run out of gas lol. ignore any grammar and spelling errors, i typed this at two am last night :))))) enjoy!!

"God damn it, McFly..." she muttered under her breath, seeing her grandfather's house in a complete mess. It looked like a tornado had flown through the already messy and cluttered home. Walking over pieces of broken metal and random items cluttering the floor, she reached the workbench. On top of it, lay a note in messy handwriting.

Sorry about the mess, I couldn't resist trying the new amp. Promise I'll come by sometime to make it up to you. See you tonight.

-Marty

She crumpled the note and threw it over her shoulder to join the rest of the mess. She couldn't for the life of her understand why her grandfather, a brilliant albeit cooky scientist, chose to keep Marty McFly as company.

Sure, he was funny, kind, sometimes charming, and was nothing but good to Doc, but Y/N still didn't understand what he saw in Marty. He wasn't as smart as her. He was careless. He didn't even have a real interest in science. The better question would be, why did Marty McFly hang around Doc Brown?

Their relationship often crossed her mind, seeing as she often had to fight Marty for her grandfather's attention, and it was also downright strange. Nevertheless, she had to get used to Marty, it was obvious he wasn't going anywhere.

Y/N tinkered on the leftover gadgets Doc had entrusted her with to finish while he was gone. She looked at the many clocks that littered the walls.

4:25

"Four o'clock. Okay, Brown, you've got..." She stopped to look at her wristwatch. "About nine hours to get this place back together for Pop."

She picked up the broom and began sweeping up piles of the broken amplifier. As she cleaned the destroyed living room, her thoughts kept going back to Marty. For all the good qualities he had, he sure was selfish. 'I'll make it up to you sometime.' my ass.

It took her until nightfall to finish cleaning the house, including the rotting dog food her grandfather left in Einstein's bowl. She made herself a quick meal and plopped in front of the TV, catching the last few stories from the ten o'clock news.

She eventually dozed off, the TV still playing in the background. Just before she was about to drift into a deep sleep, she heard the backdoor creak open then close quietly. She opened up one eye to see Marty tiptoeing through the room.

"Hey, McFly." Y/N said, yawning and sitting up.

He jumped at the sound of her voice, turning around to see her rubbing her eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand awkwardly. "Hey, Y/N. You picked up the place pretty quickly."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, thanks for that mess by the way, it was a great way to start my weekend. What are you doing here anyways? I thought I was meeting you at the Twin Pines Mall?"

"Doc asked me to pick up the camera on my way there. Probably a good thing I stopped by, from the looks of it, you were about to go into a coma." He smirked.

"Shut up." She muttered.

As Marty looked for the camera, she threw her acid wash jacket on and began lacing up her high tops. By the time she started grabbing her scooter from the spare closet, he had found the camera and was carrying it triumphantly.

He slung it around his shoulder, following Y/N out the door. She mounted the scooter, waiting for Marty to grab his skateboard. He looked her up and down and chuckled.

She frowned, "What's so funny, McFly?"

"When are you finally gonna let me teach you to ride in style, Y/N? You look like a kindergartener on that thing."

"You talk a big game. Are you forgetting I beat you almost every time we race?" She smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He mocked. Marty got situated, ready to take off. "Come on, Y/N, no more kid stuff or we're gonna be late."

She smirked, "What's wrong McFly? Chicken?"

She saw him freeze and turn around slowly. "What did you call me?"

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, keeping the scooter upright by balancing it between her knees. "You heard me."

Marty approached her angrily, waving a finger in her face. "No one calls me chicken, Brown, nobody."

Their noses were almost touching as he stared down at her. She looked up at him, internally flustered, externally smug. "We'll see about that."

In a flash, she took off towards the mall, leaving Marty speechless in the dust. He quickly got back on his skateboard, hurrying to catch up with her. Marty could see Y/N's head thrown back, laughing to herself as she rode ahead. Although he was pissed, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the sight of her. He had been trying for as long as he knew her, to be her friend. While her grandfather, Doc Brown, was one of the friendliest people he had ever met, his granddaughter, Y/N was as stubborn as a mule. She never flashed her charming smile his way unless it was at his expense. They had a lot in common. Their uncommon modes of transportation, their love of rock n' roll, their love of Doc. Yet, there she stood, relishing in his humility.

They continued the race all the way up to the mall. Although Marty had tried to catch up, the head start Y/N got proved to be just enough for her to win. He kicked up the skateboard, sticking it under his armpit and jogging towards Doc and Y/N, who was already talking excitedly with him.

Doc heard the footsteps and turned to face him, his face lighting up at the sight of the boy. "Marty! You made it! Did you bring the camera?"

Marty checked to see if it was still slung around his shoulder, it was. "Yeah, yeah. Where have you been the past week, Doc?"

"I've been working on something big, Marty, something very big. I've been waiting thirty years for this day." Doc said, walking around the large truck parked beside them. Y/N and Marty followed behind, seeing Einstein as they turned the corner. They both pet him as they continued to follow Doc. The three of them stopped in front of the parked DeLorean.

Doc and Y/N smiled at the sight of it, while Marty looked confused. "A DeLorean?"

"All of your questions will be answered soon, Marty. Roll the tape. Y/N, make sure he's getting all of this." Doc instructed, standing by the DeLorean.

They both nodded. Marty held up the camera, beginning to record while Y/N watched.

Doc cleared his throat before speaking. "Good evening. I'm Dr. Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot at Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m., and this is temporal experiment number one." He paused for a moment, then turned his attention to Einstein. "Come on, Einie. Hey, hey, boy, get in there."

Doc opened the door to the driver's seat, helping the dog into the front seat. "That a boy! In you go. Sit down. Put your seat belt on. That's it." He instructed, getting the obedient dog situated.

The confusion on Marty's face grew as he looked on. Doc leaned down to hold up his watch as well as the one hanging around Einstein's neck. Doc held it up towards the camera. Y/N nudged Marty, motioning for him to zoom in on the clocks.

"Please note that Einstein's clock is in precise synchronization with my control watch." Doc put the watches down and double checked that Marty was getting all of this.

Marty gave him a thumbs up and Doc began closing the door, then joining the two in front of the car. He pulled out a remote control from his pocket and began pushing the joysticks forward. Marty looked at it and asked, "You got that thing hooked up to the car?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "No shit, Sherlock."

The DeLorean began to rumble with the sound of the engine. Marty was still focused on the remote.

Doc smiled, pushing the joysticks forward, "Watch this." The DeLorean began to move, but Marty was still distracted. Y/N rolled her eyes again and grabbed the camera, moving it to focus on the car. The DeLorean turned sharply and lined up in front of the three, albeit from all the way across the lot. Doc looked at the two teens, smirking. "If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

The tires screeched loudly before accelerating quickly towards the group. As the car got closer, Marty tried moving away before the car reached them, Doc and Y/N both pulled him back. He looked at the two, seeing that they both had the same crazy, wild-eyed expression on their faces. His attention was quickly drawn back to the fast-approaching car. Just as the car was about to hit them, a bright light flashed and the car disappeared, leaving only behind two trails of fires where the wheels would be. The three of them turned around, looking at the empty lot behind them. Doc and Y/N began cheering, jumping up and down and running in circles. Marty, still confused, stared on.

He heard the two talking to each other, breaking his prior concentration. He quickly approached them, "Jesus Christ, Doc! You disintegrated Einstein!"

Doc turned to the confused and frightened teen. "Calm down, Marty. I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of the car and Einstein are completely intact!"

"Then where the hell are they!?" He screamed, pacing.

"Not where, McFly, when." Y/N smirked.

"You see, Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future, to be exact. At precisely 1:21 a.m. and zero seconds, we shall catch up with him and the time machine." Doc explained, the joy still spread on his face.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" Marty asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"The way I see it, if you're going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style? Besides, the stainless-steel construction made the flux dispersal..." Doc started, but the beeping of his watch interrupted him. He quickly grabbed Marty, "Watch out!"

Marty instinctively grabbed ahold of Y/N pulling her away along with him, just as the DeLorean came speeding back into the parking lot. The car was covered in ice, steam protruding off of it. As Doc ran to the car, ready to open the door, Mary and Y/N stood back. They both looked down at their interlaced fingers and blushed. Y/N was the first to let go, shaking her hand slightly as she walked towards Doc and the car.

After seeing that Einstein was okay and intact, Marty finished filming the last bits of the dog's short journey through time, how the machine worked, and Doc reliving the day he first came up with the idea of time travel before Doc ushered him and Y/N away to put on radiation suits. They entered the large van and began suiting up. The air was thick with a tension that was unknown to either one of them. Marty was the first to attempt to break the silence.

"So, uh, you knew about this time travel thing, and you didn't tell me?"

She scoffed, "Why would I tell you, McFly?"

He zipped up the suit, walking over to her. "You can't just ignore it, Y/N."

She was looking down, putting her legs into the suit. "Ignore what?"

"Me. Us."

She looked up, seeing the seriousness in his face. "What do you mean us?"

"You mean to tell me you didn't feel what I felt back there?" he asked.

She stood up, sliding the rest of the suit on. "Excitement? I mean who wouldn't be when they witnessed time travel? It's not something you see every day, McFly."

"Goddamn it, Y/N. I'm being serious." Marty said, running his hand through his hair.

"So am I, you aren't very direct when you speak." She said, beginning to walk away.

He groaned and grabbed her by the waist pulling her close to him. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him with the same doe-eyed expression that she had when their hands were intertwined. Still holding her to his chest, he took one hand and pointed at her face. "That, that face. It tells me that you feel the same way I do whenever we touch."

She let herself be held by him, before snapping back into reality and pushing herself off. She walked towards the door, opening it. "Come on, Doc's probably wondering what's taking so long."

Marty watched as she left, thinking to himself, "Why does she have to be so goddamn stubborn?"

He joined them outside, listening to the tail end of their conversation. "... so, I took their Plutonium, and I gave them a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts!"

"Pop... that's really dangerous, are you sure it's under control?" Y/N asked, concern lacing her face.

Doc waved off her words, "Never mind that, Marty, get that camera ready. Y/N, grab my luggage from the truck and bring it here. " The teens followed Doc's instructions as he took his seat in the driver's seat. Y/N finally joined Marty's side, who was already filming Doc.

"I, Dr. Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey." Doc began but stopped and chuckled to himself. "What am I thinking of? I almost forgot to bring extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back? One pellet, one trip. I must be out of my mind." He stood up, walking over to his equipment, but stopped when he heard Einstein barking. Doc walked over to the barking creature, "What is it Einie?" His face then drained of all color, and he looked on in horror.

Marty and Y/N shared a worried glance before joining him at his side.

Doc began to speak, still looking ahead in horror. "They found me, I don't know how, but they found me."

Marty and Y/N followed his stare and saw a small, green van suddenly turn its headlights on as it drove towards them. Einstein quickly ran into the safety of Doc's equipment van. The three of them could make out the figure of a man standing out of the sunroof. Doc turned to the two and quickly pushed them away.

"Run for it!" He cried.

Marty quickly grabbed Y/N's hand and ran back towards the DeLorean. She gripped his hand tightly as they looked at Doc as the headlight shone brighter and brighter on him. They watched as he raised his hands in surrender. The car screeched to a stop, and they saw the man in the sunroof aim a large gun at Doc. Y/N started to run towards her grandfather, but the man had already opened fire on Doc. She screamed and fell to her knees.

Marty stood behind her, tears filing his eyes. He screamed out, "No! You bastards!"

The man's attention was now on the mourning pair. Marty watched as the man began to aim his gun at Y/N's head as she crawled towards Doc's lifeless body. Marty ran forward, tackling her and moving her out of the way as bullets ricocheted off the pavement next to them. He shielded her body with his own. They both braced for the impact of the bullets but heard the gun clicking instead. Marty lifted his head to see the gunman struggling with the weapon. He quickly pulled Y/N up and led her toward the idle DeLorean. He threw open the passenger's door, practically tossing the mourning Y/N into the seat. He followed suit, hopping into the driver's seat. Marty quickly turned on the ignition and sped away from the men who from the looks of it, finally got their weapon back in working order.

The bullets were heard on either side of the vehicle, just barely missing it. Y/N screamed as Marty continued to drive as fast as he could. The Libyan's van grew closer and closer as Marty frantically tried to drive out of the mall's parking lot. The DeLorean shook as the Libyan's van hit the back bumper.

Marty looked down at the speedometer, "Let's see if you bastards can do 90."

Y/N's eyes widened, "No!"

He looked at her confused then back at the rapidly increasing speed. He watched as it climbed closer and closer to 90. "What's the problem? You want to end up like Doc? Or do you wanna get the hell out of here?"

"McFly, do you remember what happens when the car hits 88 miles an hour?" She asked, watching as the speedometer reached top speeds.

Marty's eyes widened in fear, realizing what was about to happen. Before he could step on the brakes, the car lit up with blinding, blue light. The light temporarily blinded both of them as the car went back to driving in complete darkness. As Marty's vision adjusted back to normal, his eyes widened as the DeLorean hit a pine tree.

"Look out!" Y/N shouted as they drove towards a lone barn in the distance.

Marty tried to get the car to turn, but it was too late, the DeLorean hurled through the side of the bar, crash-landing in a pile of hay. They both groaned at the impact. Marty began undoing his seatbelt, once free, he turned his attention to the girl next to him. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her eyes not meeting his. She was fixated on something in front of them. Marty followed her gaze and saw a light coming from one of the barn doors. He turned to Y/N, "Stay here, I'm gonna check this out."

He opened the driver's door, bumping his head as he exited, making his radiation helmet fly over his head. From inside the helmet, he could make out the silhouettes of two adults and two children. He was also able to make out the sound of their frightened screams, no doubt afraid that Marty was an intruder. He raised his hands up in defense, trying to calm them down. As he stepped through the large hay pile towards the family, he saw one of the adults raise what looked like a shotgun up at him.

"Shit!" he cried, flinging himself back in the car.

As the figure fired the first shot, Marty had already driven back out of the barn and away from the family. He found a road and sharply turned on it, still speeding away.

"Okay, McFly. Get a grip on yourself, this is all a dream. It's just a very intense dream." Marty said to himself as he drove. He turned to face Y/N who looked as frantic and confused as he was. "This has to be a dream, right?"

Before she could respond, her eyes widened, and she quickly reached for the steering wheel. Marty looked ahead and saw the approaching vehicle she was trying to avoid. She turned it sharply, making them swerve to the side. Marty slammed on the brakes before they made an impact with the car. They were both panting, having just escaped death three times in five minutes.

Marty and Y/N both stepped out of the vehicle, approaching the black car in front of them. They walked to the driver's side window, seeing an older couple in the front seats. They both looked frightened at the sight of the two strangely dressed teens. Marty leaned his head down, to talk to the man driving.

"Hey, listen, you got to help us," Marty said to the man, but his wife was urging him to drive away. The old man took one glance at Marty and Y/N before hitting the gas and speeding away from them.

Marty groaned, walking back towards Y/N. She was leaning against the hood of the DeLorean, staring ahead. "Y/N?" he asked, trying to get her attention, but she continued to stare. He groaned again and placed his hands on her shoulders, slightly shaking her. "Y/N, you got to help out here. Where the hell are we?"

Y/N finally met his gaze. His eyes were wide and full of confusion. He had sweat forming in the base of his hair, starting to travel down the sides of his face. He looked at her with so much emotion, hoping she could somehow make this all go away. She gently removed his hands from her shoulder and spun him to face what she was looking at. She pointed ahead, "Does that give you a hint?"

Marty followed her finger to see the entrance to his neighborhood. Only there was no neighborhood, no houses, no streets. Just the two pieces of stone that read Lyon Estates. He looked to the side and saw a billboard advertising the neighborhood that was still not built. His eyes widened once more, realizing the gravity of their situation.

"It can't be." He whispered.

Y/N walked back towards the passenger seat, starting to take off her radiation suit. Marty stared ahead for only a moment before opening the driver's door. He sat down beside her, attempting to turn the car back on.

"Don't even bother." Y/N said, making Marty stop his actions and look at her. "It won't work. Remember what Doc said, it needs Plutonium to run. One pellet, one trip."

"So, are you trying to tell me we're stuck here? Wherever the hell this is." Marty asked.

She stood up, stepping out of the suit, tossing it in the car. She ignored his question, instead saying, "Come on, help me push it behind that billboard. We got to go into town, so I can figure out a way for us to get out of here."

Y/N slammed the door shut, making Marty jump. He quickly threw off his radiation suit and joined Y/N at the back of the car. They pushed it off the road and into the field, rolling it behind the large billboard for Lyon Estates. Y/N wiped her hands on her jeans before walking back onto the road, making Marty follow suit. They both began walking to where the black car had driven off. Neither of them said a word to each other, both too caught up in their thoughts to speak. Marty looked up to see a road sign that read,

Hill Valley: 2 Miles

"This is heavy."

[eddielove]

Totally see Marty Mcfly as Steve father

[ash5monster01]

Could you pretty please do Marty Mcfly x reader? One where they're friends and they're hanging out in the Doc's garage and marty is showing her everything and idk where to go from there.

I'm so glad you write for him. I feel like he gets no attention!

Thank you!

All of You

Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, unreciprocated feelings, self doubt, cheesy lovesick teenagers, soft intimacy. 

Summary: When your lifelong friend and short time crush invites you to spend an evening in Doc’s garage, you don’t expect the outcome it actually brings. 

word count: 1.5k

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When you had agreed to join Marty during practice tonight, that is what you had expected him to do. Especially since he was dead set on landing the school dance gig. Yet the second you walk through the doors of Doc's garage that entire plan is thrown to the wind. Marty takes one look at your curious eyes and next you know he's showing you everything the large garage witheld. Every trinket, experiment, odd and end. It started with the clocks, him explaining Doc’s incessant need to collect so many. Then it spiraled from there, a prideful look on his face as he explained all the mystical things the garage held. 

“You know, I’d think you’d be more into science then you actually are based on how much you know about this stuff” you tell him while he’s showing you a particularly weird trinket, not even beginning to understand what it does or at least what Doc says it does. 

“I don’t know, I find it interesting, but science has never really come to me. Not like it does for Doc” Marty shrugs, hands reaching to set down one of Doc’s inventions. You knew he really cared for his relationship with the older man, most likely because he wasn’t all that close with his father. 

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself the benefit of the doubt. You’re smart Marty, I’ve known that my whole life” you tell him, hand reaching to squeeze his shoulder and you miss the way he tenses at your touch. The longing in his eyes as he lets the compliment settle into his bloodstream. 

“Don’t you hear Mr. Strickland? You’re a slacker Marty” the boy mocks the teachers voice, flopping onto the couch and closing his eyes. You sigh and move closer to him, taking a seat in the spot beside him before setting a comforting hand on his thigh. 

“You’re not a slacker Marty, in fact you’re one of the most dedicated guys I know. You need to stop being so hard on yourself” you say a touch annoyed. It was exhausting how often you had to remind the boy how amazing he was. His attitude was a direct response from years of watching his Dad think he wasn’t good enough. To you he was one of the most caring and genuine people you knew. 

“I know, but why should I if you’ve got all the confidence I need” he says, a teasing tone and smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and give him a slight shove, trying not to smile when he laughs loudly at the action. 

“It’s exhausting carrying around mine and you’re own confidence. Besides, you need yours to land this band gig. Which brings me to my next point which is you haven’t even attempted to practice yet” you tell him, a pointed but unserious look on your face. If you were being honest he didn’t really need the practice. He was already amazing at what he did. Sometimes he got carried away but that was rock n’ roll, it’s how to was supposed to be. 

“I don’t want to practice. I just want to sit here with you” and he instantly blushes at how whiny and needy he sounds, especially towards his own best friend. You don’t even notice though, trying to mask your own heart stuttering in your chest at the sentiment. 

“If that’s all you want, who am I to complain” you say before readjusting and leaning into him. You try not to focus on how warm he is or the way your palms begin to sweat from nervousness. This was Marty after all, you’re eldest friend and the one person in the world you should be the most comfortable with. Yet the thing about crushes is you couldn’t control the things they will do to you. No matter who it’s on. 

Marty doesn’t expect the closeness but allows it anyway, lifting his arm so you can tuck up underneath his side, lowering it around you the second you’re comfortable. He prays you can’t feel his heart racing in his chest, the way you settle against him so naturally, it made him wish you were his. The one person in this world to love and to keep. Not be held back from kissing you or telling you how he feels every time he fears he will lose you as a friend. 

“You ever wonder what it would be like to be more than friends?” You blurt out, a mix of confidence and desperation causing you to ask the blunt question. Maybe it was easier because he couldn’t see your face. Or maybe it was the annoyance over how you could be so close to him like this and not gain anything from it. You were tired of tip toeing around the fact that he was the one person in this world you truly loved and couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“What?” Marty asks, a bit shocked and thrown off guard and you can’t help the way you stiffen beside him. 

“It’s just, we spend so much time together and I’ve never been uncomfortable. It just seems weird that two people who know each other so intimately haven’t been, well, intimate” you blush a deep red, even the tips of your ears fading into a soft pink, thankful he still couldn’t see your face head on. Yet you thought to soon because Martys hand is grasping your chin, turning to look him in the eye where you can see his own face is a soft shade of pink as well. 

“I’m not really sure what to say” and suddenly you’re embarrassed, that confidence long gone as you begin to shake your head, and fight of the burning feeling at the back of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid, I shouldn’t of said anything” you start to move away from him, feeling like an idiot and ashamed you would even bring it up. Yet his hand on your arm stops you, your eyes glancing at his grip and then up to meet his own, a desperation and something else entirely bubbling underneath the surface. 

“It’s not stupid, in fact I think about it all the time myself if I’m being honest” he admits sheepishly, eye glancing anywhere but your own and you swear your heart freezes in your chest. Trying to understand what this could really truly mean and if it would mean what you hope it does. 

“Really? And it doesn’t weird you out?” You ask and the boy snorts, trying not to laugh too loudly because you had amused him with such a silly question. 

“Why would it weird me out? Just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I don’t notice how gorgeous you are. In fact it’s kinda hard not to notice especially since your my favorite person in this world” he says like it’s the most obvious thing and now you’re sure your entire body is fire truck red because the boy you loved just called you gorgeous. 

“Yeah well if you weren’t so damn cute all the time neither of us would be in this predicament” you agree and finally Marty smiles because he knows you. He knows this is your way of joking about your feelings to soften the blow if it doesn’t go your way. That if right now he said he didn’t want you it could be a cushion to protect you from the punch. 

“Hey, I like you more than friends. I never had to wonder because it’s how I always look at you” and you gulp nervously, not expecting the forthcoming honesty, considering this whole conversation had been you both tip toeing around each other. 

“Really?” You ask, voice slightly shaky and mostly hopeful and Marty smiles, pulling you close. When he doesn’t provide an answer you feel the panic begin to swell but then suddenly his nose is nudging against your own, hot breath fanning across you lips, and just like that you’re puddy in the boys hands. His answer comes when his lips press softly against your own, not to desperate but just enough to get the point ocross. It takes a moment to even process what was happening, how you were locking lips with your best friend, but when reality sets in you can’t help how desperately you kiss him back. Needing to feel closer to him in this moment than you ever have. After was feels like hours he finally pulls away, pecking one soft kiss into your lips before his eyes focus into your own.

“Believe me now?” He says, oozing the confidence you had tried to pull out of him when you had first gotten here and you can’t help the way you giggle as you hug him close.

“Yeah, I believe you” 

[brainddeadd]

Dougie Poynter

[riordanness]

imgonnagetyouback — [m.mcfly]

a marty mcfly x friend? enemy? coworker? fanfiction, set in the first back to the future movie (coming soon!!)

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She skids to a stop, her skateboard scraping against the asphalt. Her eyes darken a little as she spots him approaching.

“What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” she yells, cupping her hands over her mouth.

His blue eyes glance up abruptly. “Oh, Christ, hello.”

“Hello.” She raises an eyebrow and her hands are immediately on her hips.

“I—I’m meeting Doc,” Marty tries to explain.

“You still hang out with that crazy scientist?”

“He’s not crazy. He… he says he’s got something.”

“Then I’m coming,” she announces, her tone clearly not asking for permission. “I like midnight adventures.”

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in which,, a girl gets caught up in a time travelling mess with a boy she’d much rather punch than help out, but time is running out, and if she wants to get home, they must joins forces so they can get back to the future.

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comment to be added to the taglist!! coming soon <3

[viintagefairy]

Every time one of my fictional boyfriend’s appear on the tv I can’t help but sigh and gaze at them dreamily ੈ✩‧₊˚

[happy74827]

People need to be have more hype for all my favorite characters. I’m tired of going to look for fanfics and being forced to write because there’s LITERAL CRUMBS

Populate those fandoms people 👏👏

[bookishzelda]

I Think We're Alone Now

Marty McFly x reader

This is a small, very fluffy Y/N fic inspired by the song I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany! Hope you enjoy it!

"This is a wonderful dinner, Mrs. McFly," you say, poking at the last few bites of lasagna on your plate.

"Thank you, Y/N," Lorraine replies, giving you a small smile. You return it, glad to be on her good side for now.

You glance over at Marty, who’s working on his third helping. His blue eyes meet yours with a smirk; then under the table you feel him reach to touch your leg, squeezing your knee gently. You smile down at your plate until you hear Lorraine clear her throat. You look up to see her glaring at Marty, and he withdraws his hand, resting it on the table instead. You sigh mentally. How does that woman always know?

Marty was always complaining about his conservative parents, but it wasn't until recently, when you had started coming around to his house for dinner or homework, that you had been on the receiving end of his mother's disapproval. While Lorraine had never been overtly mean or rude to you, there always seems to be a tension between the two of you; and although Marty doesn't say anything about what she says about you at home, you get the impression that its not particularly positive. As a result, displays of affection between you and Marty are always clandestine, snatched in moments when Lorraine's back is turned. More often than not, you get caught by someone.

You throw a sideways glance at Marty, who rolls his eyes and shrugs. You smile back and return to your food.

When everybody’s finished, you stand up, saying, “I’ll help with the dishes, Mrs. McFly.”

“Thank you, Y/N, that would be great,” she replies.

“Aw, Mom, come on; she’s a guest,” Marty protests.

“I don’t mind, Marty,” you say.

“I know, but you shouldn’t have to.” Slipping an arm around your shoulders, he says, “Hey, Dad, Y/N shouldn’t have to wash dishes, should she?”

George looked up from where he was staring at the TV. “What? Oh, oh, no, it’s fine, it’s all… fine.”

“All right, then you’ll help me, George?” Lorraine says.

Marty slips out of the room, leading you by the arm down the hall. “What are you thinking?” he hisses, pulling you into a corner of the hall.

“I’m trying to stay on your mom's good side,” you whisper. “I figured I could earn some points with her.” “Yeah, but if you’re in there doing dishes,” he argues, brushing a lock of hair from your face, “we can’t do this.” He brings his lips to meet yours, letting his hands rest on the back of your neck. You shut your eyes and bring your hands to his sides. His touch is gentle, making you melt.

You hear someone cough pointedly behind you and immediately break away from each other, whipping around to face whoever caught you. Linda is watching you, arms folded.

“Do you mind not doing that where I have to see it?” she drones.

Marty narrows his eyes. “Then don’t look.”

“I need to get into my room, but I’d prefer to know you two aren’t making out right outside my door.”

“Come on, Linda, you know Mom would kill me if I had Y/N in my room,” he whines, rubbing your shoulder. “There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Not my problem,” she shrugs.

You sigh, grabbing Marty’s hand. “It’s okay, Marty. Maybe we can slip into the garage.”

“Don’t bother. Dave’s having some friends over in there.”

You let out a grunt of frustration. Why does it always seem like his whole family is trying to keep you apart?

Marty leads you to the other end of the hall, shoving past Linda. Once you’re out of her line of fire, he looks down at you and whispers, “Well, Y/N… it looks like we’ll just have to find our own place.” His eyes twinkled eagerly, like a little boy’s, bringing a smile to your face. Although you’re not entirely sure what he’s talking about, you squeeze his hand and say, “I’m in.”

You follow him through the house, letting him open the front door as he yells, “Mom, Dad, we’re going for a walk!”

You’re both out the door fast enough that you can pretend not to hear her call, “Just a minute, Marty!”

Marty grabs his skateboard, which is leaning against the wall of the front porch, along with a spare, which he had used to teach you how to ride. He tosses one to you, and you run down to the street, laughing. You both drop your skateboards on the asphalt and push off, heading for the gate. You’re not quite as fast as Marty, but you push furiously as you grab onto his hand, feeling the wind in your hair.

You let Marty lead the way, trusting that he had an actual plan. He keeps a grip on your hand the whole way, leading you along sidewalks and through intersections. You close your eyes for a brief moment, relishing this spontaneous escape.

When finally he lets go of you and cruises to a stop, you realize you’re at the entrance of Hill Valley’s main park. After hiding the skateboards, he grabs your hand again, and says with that same eye twinkle, “Let’s go.”

You have no choice but to follow as he takes off running. Your legs pump furiously to stay beside him, feet pounding on the grass. You both run toward the middle of the park, finally coming to a stop at the top of a low hill. As you stand there to catch your breath, Marty throws his arms around you and pulls you both to the ground so that you land in a heap. You laugh, rolling off of him and onto the ground. You face him and he puts a finger to your lips.

“Listen,” he says.

You obey, trying to pick out the noise. You can hear cars in the far distance, and a dog barking somewhere in the park, but that’s about it. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly,” he grins, pulling you closer. “I think we’re finally alone.”

You smile, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Finally,” you echo.

“No more of my family watching our every move… no one to tell us what to do… no one to keep us from doing this.” With those words he brings his lips to yours. You let yourself get lost in his kiss, putting your hands on his shoulders. His hands wander to your waist, gently pulling you closer to himself, letting your kiss become heavier.

When finally you break apart, you’re breathless. You gaze at him to see his beautiful, blues eyes shining in the evening light. You smile through a blush and say, “I’m glad we could get away.”

“Me, too,” he says, cupping your cheek with his gentle hand. Your eyes flutter closed as his fingers stroke your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers.

You flush so hard you worry he might burn his hand. “So are you.”

He smirks. “I’m serious. I think destiny brought us together.”

You plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re adorable, you know that?” you say, rubbing your nose against his.

Marty weaves his fingers through your hair and closes the small space between your mouths with a soft, slow kiss. The tenderness in his touch makes your whole heart melt. When he lets you go, you touch your forehead to his, running your hand through his unbelievably soft hair and breathing in his familiar cologne.

“Marty,” you whisper. That’s all you can think to say before he draws you in for another kiss.

The two of you lie on the grass for nearly an hour, his arms wrapped securely around you, exchanging kisses and caresses as night begins to fall. At last he kisses the top of you head and says, “We should probably leave.”

You pout dramatically. “I don’t wanna leave,” you complain.

Marty chuckles, kissing your hair again. “Come on, Y/N, I’m probably in trouble as it is; I don’t need to get deeper in for staying out too late.”

You gaze at his face, lit by the last rays of sun and the florescent streetlight overhead. “Fine,” you say, rolling away from his embrace and standing up. The sudden separation from his body heat makes you acutely aware of the chill in the evening air, and a shiver runs through your body. You’d forgotten to grab your coat when you rushed out.

“Cold?” Marty asks.

You shrug. “Maybe a little.”

“Here,” he replies, slipping off his denim jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You slide your arms through the sleeves.

“Thanks,” you say.

“Of course,” he replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you to his side. As you walk, he lightly kisses your hair and rests his cheek against the top of your head.

When you reach the park’s exit, you both grab the skateboards that you had stashed in a bush. However, you don’t put you’d on the ground. “No reason to rush,” you say, taking his hand again. He smiles down at you, squeezing your hand tenderly.

The two of you walk home in comfortable silence. All too soon the lion statues marking the entrance to his neighborhood come into view. Stepping up into his porch, he finally lets go if your hand and turns to face you. “Ready to go back to reality?” he asks.

You sigh internally, depressed that the spell is about to be broken. “Yeah.”

Marty reaches to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. Your breath catches as his hand lingers, before he lifts your chin and softly touches his lips to yours.

All too soon he pulls away and opens the front door, ushering you both back into the real world of noise, scowls, and judgmental family members.

[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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Birthday Surprise

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Word Count: 1,460

Pairing: Dougie Poynter X Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, kissing

Summary: It's Dougie's birthday while he's away on tour, and Y/N simply can't let him celebrate it without her

November 30th had rolled around much quicker than I had anticipated. Sadly, Dougie was on tour with the rest of McFly, and had been for two weeks already. I woke up in our bed, alone besides our cat, Grub.

With a yawn, I reached over to the bedside table to check the time on my phone. 7:28am. I was right on time. Opening my phone, I went straight over to Dougie’s contact to wish him a happy birthday, but before I could press the button to call him, my phone began to ring. It was Giovanna.

“Y/N, good morning!” Her cheery voice spoke through the phone.

“Hey.” I replied with a yawn.

“I know. I’m so sorry we have to get up this early, but it’s the only way we can get there on time.” She said sympathetically.

“Yeah, I know. Just didn’t sleep great last night.” I said.

“Excited?” Gi asked happily.

“Very.” I laughed tiredly.

“Aww good. Well, I’ll pick you up at about 8:00 if that’s okay. Georgia and Izzy are coming too, so we’re all going to go at the same time. The kids are coming too so it will be a big McWag day out.” She laughed.

Fans had lovingly referred to the wives and girlfriends of the band as ‘The McWags’. I was obviously a lot newer to this side of it as Dougie and I had only been together for eight months, but they included me as soon as we made our relationship public and welcomed me with loving arms.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll see you soon Gi.” I said.

“See you soon Y/N! I can’t wait.” She cheerily laughed.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

As soon as I hung up the brief phone call, I got out of bed and began to make it. Once I was done, I got dressed and called Dougie, walking over to my vanity area. The phone rang out as I started doing my makeup for the day.

“Hey babe. Good morning.” Dougie’s voice spoke.

“Hi Doug. Morning yourself. Happy birthday.” I replied with a smile.

He laughed back. “Thanks darling. Wish I could be spending it with you, though.” I could hear regret in his voice. It was always there when he went away. I never really minded when he was on tour, as I understood that it was part of the job and there wasn’t anything that I could do to stop it from happening. Obviously, Doug knew this too, but he always felt guilty when he missed things like holidays, birthdays and other special occasions.

“Yeah, me too. Do you have anything nice planned for today?” I asked.

“Actually, yeah, Danny let slip that the guys are going to take me out for lunch for a surprise birthday treat.” He laughed his gorgeous melodic laugh.

“That sound like him.” I laughed in reply.

“Anyway babe, I better go. Harry is getting impatient and is desperate for our morning run. I’ll call you later?” There was a hopeful tone in his voice.

“Umm… I’m busy later, but I can text you when I’m free before your soundcheck?” I suggested, trying to avoid potentially getting caught later on in the day.

“Yeah, yeah sure thing babe. Talk to you later.” He said happily, but I could hear a tinge of disappointment laced in his voice.

“Bye babe.”

“Bye bub.”

The silence that engulfed me after I hung up was sad and heavy. Sure, I was going to see him later, but that didn’t take away how I felt from his disappointed voice.

A knock at the front door shook me out of my daze. I walked down the wooden staircase and headed to the front door, I could see an excited Gi waving at me through the glass.

As soon as I opened the door, she engulfed me in one of her famous hugs and I was instantly put at ease once again. “Oh hello you!” She beamed.

“Hi Gi!” I laughed, breathless from how tight the hug was.

“The boys are in the car already, so I’ll just shove your bag in the book, hop in the front and we’re good to go!” She smiled at me.

I laughed and walked over to the passenger side of the car, making sure to wave at the three young boys in the back of the car.

“Hi Y/N!” Buzz shouted over the loud music that they were playing.

“Hiya you three!” I laughed.

The driver side door opened and Giovanna slid in, fastening her seatbelt before sighing.

“Sorry about the volume. They’re trying to make sure they all know the words to every single McFly song, which I’m one thousand percent sure they already do.” She explained with a fake-dramatic sigh.

After that, she pulled away and our journey to the venue began. The drive was pleasant enough. Luckily, traffic wasn’t too horrific, so we got there in just shy of four hours, arriving at around midday. Perfect timing for us to enact our plot.

Tom, Danny and Harry were all somewhat in on the plan. They were going to take Dougie out for his birthday lunch, and I was going to pop up and surprise him. However, I didn’t think this was enough. It felt unfair that only Dougie got a surprise, so I suggested to the other “McWags” that we should all go, and that they should bring their kids along too so they can all see their dads. Unsurprisingly, they were all very excited and happy to go along with my little plan.

When we pulled up to the venue, we met up with Georgie and Izzy as well as their kids and began to make our way to the café Tom had told me they would be at.

“Are you excited?” Georgia asked as we walked.

“Yes, I’m so excited. I don’t know why, but this tour has been so much harder than the others.” I sighed.

“Well, you two have only just moved in together, so it will be weird because you’re so used to being around him all the time.” Izzy suggested with a smile. “I mean, that’s what it was like for Harry and I.”

“Izzy’s right, it was the same with me and Danny.” Georgia agreed.

That brought me a sense of comfort. It had been weird going from living alone, to then moving in with Doug and spending more or less every waking moment together, to him going off on tour and me being alone. I never minded him going on tour, again, it was part of his job, and I did secretly enjoy the peace and quiet I got, but after moving in with him, he became part of my daily routine.

“You’ll see him soon enough because we are nearly there.” Gi beamed, grabbing my arm.

I laughed at her excitement.

The kids began to get increasingly more and more restless as we continued our walk to the café, and even more so when it came into view.

It was a small, cosy establishment in the Leeds city centre with a large glass front with fairy lights hanging down. Danny looked up from his coffee and smiled, completely oblivious to the surprise himself, Tom and Harry were about to get. He gestured for me to come over, still completely oblivious. Typical Danny.

 The door opened with the chime of a bell. Izzy, Gi, Georgia and their kids all followed in behind me with wide smiles across their faces.

Tom, Danny and Harry looked up at us and their faces slowly lit up with realisation as their wives and kids walked towards them, engulfing them in bone-crushing hugs.

Excited squeals erupted from where we had gathered as Dougie remained seated at the table, a slightly disappointed smile on his handsome face.

“Hey there you.” I said as I leaned over his shoulder.

He jumped at the surprise.

“Y/N! You’re here!” He said, standing up and pulling me into an impossibly tight hug.

“Of course I am babe, it’s your birthday.” I laughed, starting to struggle to breathe.

“But I thought you had work?” He asked, pulling away from the hug to look at me.

“Not for the next few days. It’s all online stuff anyway so it doesn’t really matter if I take a day or so.” I explained, still loosely held in my boyfriend’s arms.

He didn’t say anything in reply, he just pulled me in for a kiss, making the rest of the guys and their kids cheer and the other “McWags” laugh at their idiotic behaviour.

“Happy birthday bub.” I whispered.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispered in reply.

“Always.” I kissed him again. “Happy birthday Doug.”

“Best birthday ever.” He smiled back at me.

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