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HA! I guess I dropped it just in time then! Glad you liked it!!!

I just recently saw Back To The Future again and I had an idea for a request!

Back To The Future

Marty McFly x Gn!Reader

Marty and Y/N decide to take the DeLorean to go back in time for a 70s horror movie fest for Halloween. Y/N thought they can handle the scary movies, but they get freaked out and Marty needs to comfort them.

hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Okay, so it's not a movie fest. But I do like this idea so I made something suuuper similar! I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: none? I guess really small spoiler for Alien?

Word Count: 1876 (a little on the short side, I know)

Hold My Hand - Marty McFly x gn!reader

  “I don’t know, Marty, this doesn’t seem like a good idea.” (Y/N) said as they cast a wary look at the DeLorean.

         “Come on! It’ll be fun! What better way to watch Alien for the first time than to go to opening night!” Marty grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and pulled them closer. “And if you get scared, I’ll protect you.”

         (Y/N) rolled their eyes and lightly smacked Marty’s chest, “Don’t be a dork. Won’t Doc be mad when he finds out you’re joy-riding around in the DeLorean?”

“Nah, of course not. He gave me special permission,” the boy grinned and pulled the keys to the DeLorean out of his jacket pocket. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as Marty dangled the keys in their face.

         “So, you stole them from his desk and he has no idea?”

         “Yeah.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossed their arms, and bit the inside of their cheek. they did not want a repeat of the Wild West, or 2015, or another repeat of 1955. That was the strangest week of their life and while they didn’t necessarily regret those adventures, they were understandably wary of another ride in the time machine. However, when their eyes met Marty’s they found their resolve weakening. their resignation must have shown on their face because Marty’s smile turned smug. 

“Fine, but if we end up causing some crazy paradox I have the right to say I told you so.”

Marty laughed and opened the passenger door for them, “Don’t sweat it. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

(Y/N) and Marty hid the DeLorean on an access road just outside of town. During their walk toward the movie theater, they both noticed that not much was different there in 1979, after all, it was only a few years earlier. 

“You know, somewhere in this town, right now, y ou and I are probably hanging out together,” (Y/N) said. they sneaked a glance at their best friend who chuckled. 

“We’re probably complaining about how we can’t see this movie.”

Both teens laughed at that. “Yeah, if only 10-year-old me and 11-year-old you knew they’d only have to wait about 6 years!” They both continued to laugh at that idea. Amazed at where their lives have ended up. Marty watched (Y/N)’s face as they continued to smile. their bright eyes scanned the familiar street and their hand occasionally brushed his as they swung at their sides. (Y/N) caught him looking and lifted an eyebrow in question. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Should we get snacks?” 

(Y/N) hummed, “I don’t know if we should spend a lot of 1985 money there. We’re already going to cause enough trouble using our money to get tickets. Spending any extra could cause an even bigger problem dontcha think?” 

Marty stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged, though he couldn’t keep the smug look off of his face. 

“Oh my god! Marty!” The girl lightly rapped their fist against their friend's shoulder a few times, “You stole Doc’s cash too?” (Y/N) could feel their cheeks grow warm as they thought about the consequences of stealing money from Doc. 

“I didn’t steal the money!” Marty defended himself both figuratively and literally as he blocked (Y/N) from hitting him anymore. “I asked Doc for the money. Told him I wanted it as a keepsake. Besides, even if I stole it he would have no idea. He’s off enjoying his life with Clara and the kids.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“What? Do you not trust me, your best friend in the whole world?” Marty looked at his friend with the biggest most pitiful puppy eyes he could manage. Despite (Y/N) visible disapproval, they chose not to say any more about how Marty got the money. Instead, they changed the subject as their eyes left Marty’s to walk up to the ticket booth outside the movie theater. 

“Two tickets for the new Alien movie, please.” 

The guy in the booth couldn’t have been much older than (Y/N) and Marty, though of course, he was much older than them. His focus shifted from the cash register to (Y/N) and his eyes brightened. 

“Of course! I guess you’re a big horror fan?” The guy leaned slightly forward and made no move to grab the tickets (Y/N) had asked for. Marty rolled his eyes at him. 

“Yeah! I’ve been wanting to see this movie since-” (Y/N) paused for a moment after realizing they were in the past, “since it was first announced!” they beamed at their own smooth recovery. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what: how about a deal?” The boy, whose name tag told (Y/N) that he was named Michael, looked around to make sure no one was watching before looking deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes. They decided to play along and leaned forward onto their side of the counter. 

“What’s the deal?” 

“I can get you these tickets for free if you go on a date with me.”

Marty scoffed in disbelief. It’s as if I’m not standing right next to them! He thought to himself as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the cash for the tickets. Before (Y/N) could reply, Marty looped his finger into their belt loop and pulled them out of the way then slammed the cash on the counter. 

“C’mon, dude, keep the line movin’!” 

Marty was right. There was a line gathering behind them but that didn’t change how Michael grumbled to himself as he took the cash and handed Marty the tickets. With the tickets in hand, Marty gently led (Y/N) through the crowd by their belt loop. He mumbled under his breath as (Y/N) laughed. 

“Marty, I could have gotten those for free!” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

(Y/N) continued to giggle to themselves even as their cheeks flushed. Was Marty jealous? 

If (Y/N) had said that they never looked at their best friend that way, they would be telling a lie. Truthfully they had had a crush on Marty since before they had become real friends so the thought of him being jealous over them made their stomach flutter a bit. The two got whatever snacks they required and made their way to the theater to take their seats. Finally settled in, (Y/N) rubbed their hands together and squeaked in excitement. they looked at Marty who was shaking his head at them and smiling. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“I’m excited!” 

Before Marty could respond, the lights began to dim and the two teens settled in and waited for the movie to start. 

Though they hated to admit it, The movie had barely begun and (Y/N) had already closed their eyes in fear several times. Any time they even suspected that a xenomorph was about to come on screen, they pushed themselves back into their chair and not-so-subtly covered their eyes with their candy box. Marty, who couldn’t help but glance over at them every few minutes, attempted to suppress his smile as the girl cowered. He leaned toward them so he could whisper in their ear, 

“Are you scared yet? I can’t tell.”

His comment earned him a flimsy smack on the back of his head and a quiet “Shut up, Marty.” He snickered at them as his eyes returned to the screen. 

Dallas was crawling through the vents while Ripley and the crew stood watch over the monitors, keeping a wary eye out for a second heat signature. Briefly, a second dot appeared on the screen heading toward Dallas. 

“Are you sure it’s not in there with you? Look around!” Ripley warned. Dallas denied visual on the creature and the second dot on the screen disappeared 

(Y/N)’s hand moved towards Marty’s as if it were magnetized. Each time Dallas lit the flame thrower into the dark vents they squeezed his hand in fear. 

“It has to be right there with you, you’ve got to get out of there!” 

Dallas climbed down another level despite the protests from his crew members and as he lit the torch-

(Y/N) - along with several other audience members - screamed as the xenomorph appeared in front of Dallas. their hand now gripped the lapel of Marty’s jacket as they hid half of their face in Marty’s shoulder and kept one squinted eye on the movie screen. Heat crept up the nape of Marty’s neck at the close proximity, but he couldn’t say that it was unwelcomed. He moved his arm so that it was wrapped around the girl’s shoulders. 

“Why didn’t he listen to Ripley?” Y/N whispered. Marty chuckled and gave their shoulders a squeeze, 

“The same reason I never listen to you.”

“Because men are stupid?” (Y/N) snickered. Marty scoffed ready to quip back but the reply died in his throat as (Y/N) settled themselves into his side. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” (Y/N) bounded out of the theater with Marty not too far behind. 

“How would you know? You spent most of the movie with your hands over your eyes,” Marty said. He then mocked them by pretending to cower behind his hands. (Y/N) whacked his shoulder and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re the worst.”

“If I was the worst I wouldn’t have brought you to a movie in the 1970s. I think you owe me.” Marty said. A sly smile pulled on his lips as he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) leaned into the touch but scoffed, trying desperately to ignore the blush on their cheeks. 

“And what, pray tell, would I owe you, McFly?” 

Marty realized that he had a golden opportunity here. If it worked, he could mark this down as one of the best nights of his life.

“A kiss.”

(Y/N) almost tripped over nothing. The two teens had made it back to the Delorean and (Y/N) heavily considered pretending they didn’t hear him and just getting into the car. 

“What?” They muttered. Their face had faltered into a nervous smile and their hands had suddenly become clammy. 

“What?” Marty mimicked (Y/N)’s reaction and they narrowed their eyes in annoyance, “A kiss would definitely even out the imbalance.” Marty’s arm slid from around (Y/N)’s shoulders to wrap around their waist. He knew that if he eased back now, he’d lose his nerve so he pushed a bit further. Marty was really close to them now. They could feel his breath on their face and their heart was practically beating out of their chest. 

“Well, I guess we can’t leave things unbalanced,” (Y/N) trailed off as they let their hands rest gently on Marty’s shoulders. They closed the distance and pressed their lips against Marty’s. The kiss was soft and sweet. Their lips danced together in a languid dance that both of them had been longing to experience for quite some time. (Y/N) pulled away and Marty chased after their lips, leaving one last peck before backing up a bit. 

“Well? Are we even?” (Y/N) teased. 

“Hm, I don’t know, I think you might have shortchanged me a little,” Marty replied before capturing their lips with his once more.

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I just recently saw Back To The Future again and I had an idea for a request!

Back To The Future

Marty McFly x Gn!Reader

Marty and Y/N decide to take the DeLorean to go back in time for a 70s horror movie fest for Halloween. Y/N thought they can handle the scary movies, but they get freaked out and Marty needs to comfort them.

hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Okay, so it's not a movie fest. But I do like this idea so I made something suuuper similar! I hope you like it and sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: none? I guess really small spoiler for Alien?

Word Count: 1876 (a little on the short side, I know)

Hold My Hand - Marty McFly x gn!reader

  “I don’t know, Marty, this doesn’t seem like a good idea.” (Y/N) said as they cast a wary look at the DeLorean.

         “Come on! It’ll be fun! What better way to watch Alien for the first time than to go to opening night!” Marty grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and pulled them closer. “And if you get scared, I’ll protect you.”

         (Y/N) rolled their eyes and lightly smacked Marty’s chest, “Don’t be a dork. Won’t Doc be mad when he finds out you’re joy-riding around in the DeLorean?”

“Nah, of course not. He gave me special permission,” the boy grinned and pulled the keys to the DeLorean out of his jacket pocket. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as Marty dangled the keys in their face.

         “So, you stole them from his desk and he has no idea?”

         “Yeah.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossed their arms, and bit the inside of their cheek. they did not want a repeat of the Wild West, or 2015, or another repeat of 1955. That was the strangest week of their life and while they didn’t necessarily regret those adventures, they were understandably wary of another ride in the time machine. However, when their eyes met Marty’s they found their resolve weakening. their resignation must have shown on their face because Marty’s smile turned smug. 

“Fine, but if we end up causing some crazy paradox I have the right to say I told you so.”

Marty laughed and opened the passenger door for them, “Don’t sweat it. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

(Y/N) and Marty hid the DeLorean on an access road just outside of town. During their walk toward the movie theater, they both noticed that not much was different there in 1979, after all, it was only a few years earlier. 

“You know, somewhere in this town, right now, y ou and I are probably hanging out together,” (Y/N) said. they sneaked a glance at their best friend who chuckled. 

“We’re probably complaining about how we can’t see this movie.”

Both teens laughed at that. “Yeah, if only 10-year-old me and 11-year-old you knew they’d only have to wait about 6 years!” They both continued to laugh at that idea. Amazed at where their lives have ended up. Marty watched (Y/N)’s face as they continued to smile. their bright eyes scanned the familiar street and their hand occasionally brushed his as they swung at their sides. (Y/N) caught him looking and lifted an eyebrow in question. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Should we get snacks?” 

(Y/N) hummed, “I don’t know if we should spend a lot of 1985 money there. We’re already going to cause enough trouble using our money to get tickets. Spending any extra could cause an even bigger problem dontcha think?” 

Marty stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged, though he couldn’t keep the smug look off of his face. 

“Oh my god! Marty!” The girl lightly rapped their fist against their friend's shoulder a few times, “You stole Doc’s cash too?” (Y/N) could feel their cheeks grow warm as they thought about the consequences of stealing money from Doc. 

“I didn’t steal the money!” Marty defended himself both figuratively and literally as he blocked (Y/N) from hitting him anymore. “I asked Doc for the money. Told him I wanted it as a keepsake. Besides, even if I stole it he would have no idea. He’s off enjoying his life with Clara and the kids.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“What? Do you not trust me, your best friend in the whole world?” Marty looked at his friend with the biggest most pitiful puppy eyes he could manage. Despite (Y/N) visible disapproval, they chose not to say any more about how Marty got the money. Instead, they changed the subject as their eyes left Marty’s to walk up to the ticket booth outside the movie theater. 

“Two tickets for the new Alien movie, please.” 

The guy in the booth couldn’t have been much older than (Y/N) and Marty, though of course, he was much older than them. His focus shifted from the cash register to (Y/N) and his eyes brightened. 

“Of course! I guess you’re a big horror fan?” The guy leaned slightly forward and made no move to grab the tickets (Y/N) had asked for. Marty rolled his eyes at him. 

“Yeah! I’ve been wanting to see this movie since-” (Y/N) paused for a moment after realizing they were in the past, “since it was first announced!” they beamed at their own smooth recovery. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what: how about a deal?” The boy, whose name tag told (Y/N) that he was named Michael, looked around to make sure no one was watching before looking deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes. They decided to play along and leaned forward onto their side of the counter. 

“What’s the deal?” 

“I can get you these tickets for free if you go on a date with me.”

Marty scoffed in disbelief. It’s as if I’m not standing right next to them! He thought to himself as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the cash for the tickets. Before (Y/N) could reply, Marty looped his finger into their belt loop and pulled them out of the way then slammed the cash on the counter. 

“C’mon, dude, keep the line movin’!” 

Marty was right. There was a line gathering behind them but that didn’t change how Michael grumbled to himself as he took the cash and handed Marty the tickets. With the tickets in hand, Marty gently led (Y/N) through the crowd by their belt loop. He mumbled under his breath as (Y/N) laughed. 

“Marty, I could have gotten those for free!” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

(Y/N) continued to giggle to themselves even as their cheeks flushed. Was Marty jealous? 

If (Y/N) had said that they never looked at their best friend that way, they would be telling a lie. Truthfully they had had a crush on Marty since before they had become real friends so the thought of him being jealous over them made their stomach flutter a bit. The two got whatever snacks they required and made their way to the theater to take their seats. Finally settled in, (Y/N) rubbed their hands together and squeaked in excitement. they looked at Marty who was shaking his head at them and smiling. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“I’m excited!” 

Before Marty could respond, the lights began to dim and the two teens settled in and waited for the movie to start. 

Though they hated to admit it, The movie had barely begun and (Y/N) had already closed their eyes in fear several times. Any time they even suspected that a xenomorph was about to come on screen, they pushed themselves back into their chair and not-so-subtly covered their eyes with their candy box. Marty, who couldn’t help but glance over at them every few minutes, attempted to suppress his smile as the girl cowered. He leaned toward them so he could whisper in their ear, 

“Are you scared yet? I can’t tell.”

His comment earned him a flimsy smack on the back of his head and a quiet “Shut up, Marty.” He snickered at them as his eyes returned to the screen. 

Dallas was crawling through the vents while Ripley and the crew stood watch over the monitors, keeping a wary eye out for a second heat signature. Briefly, a second dot appeared on the screen heading toward Dallas. 

“Are you sure it’s not in there with you? Look around!” Ripley warned. Dallas denied visual on the creature and the second dot on the screen disappeared 

(Y/N)’s hand moved towards Marty’s as if it were magnetized. Each time Dallas lit the flame thrower into the dark vents they squeezed his hand in fear. 

“It has to be right there with you, you’ve got to get out of there!” 

Dallas climbed down another level despite the protests from his crew members and as he lit the torch-

(Y/N) - along with several other audience members - screamed as the xenomorph appeared in front of Dallas. their hand now gripped the lapel of Marty’s jacket as they hid half of their face in Marty’s shoulder and kept one squinted eye on the movie screen. Heat crept up the nape of Marty’s neck at the close proximity, but he couldn’t say that it was unwelcomed. He moved his arm so that it was wrapped around the girl’s shoulders. 

“Why didn’t he listen to Ripley?” Y/N whispered. Marty chuckled and gave their shoulders a squeeze, 

“The same reason I never listen to you.”

“Because men are stupid?” (Y/N) snickered. Marty scoffed ready to quip back but the reply died in his throat as (Y/N) settled themselves into his side. 

“Oh my god, that was so good!” (Y/N) bounded out of the theater with Marty not too far behind. 

“How would you know? You spent most of the movie with your hands over your eyes,” Marty said. He then mocked them by pretending to cower behind his hands. (Y/N) whacked his shoulder and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re the worst.”

“If I was the worst I wouldn’t have brought you to a movie in the 1970s. I think you owe me.” Marty said. A sly smile pulled on his lips as he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) leaned into the touch but scoffed, trying desperately to ignore the blush on their cheeks. 

“And what, pray tell, would I owe you, McFly?” 

Marty realized that he had a golden opportunity here. If it worked, he could mark this down as one of the best nights of his life.

“A kiss.”

(Y/N) almost tripped over nothing. The two teens had made it back to the Delorean and (Y/N) heavily considered pretending they didn’t hear him and just getting into the car. 

“What?” They muttered. Their face had faltered into a nervous smile and their hands had suddenly become clammy. 

“What?” Marty mimicked (Y/N)’s reaction and they narrowed their eyes in annoyance, “A kiss would definitely even out the imbalance.” Marty’s arm slid from around (Y/N)’s shoulders to wrap around their waist. He knew that if he eased back now, he’d lose his nerve so he pushed a bit further. Marty was really close to them now. They could feel his breath on their face and their heart was practically beating out of their chest. 

“Well, I guess we can’t leave things unbalanced,” (Y/N) trailed off as they let their hands rest gently on Marty’s shoulders. They closed the distance and pressed their lips against Marty’s. The kiss was soft and sweet. Their lips danced together in a languid dance that both of them had been longing to experience for quite some time. (Y/N) pulled away and Marty chased after their lips, leaving one last peck before backing up a bit. 

“Well? Are we even?” (Y/N) teased. 

“Hm, I don’t know, I think you might have shortchanged me a little,” Marty replied before capturing their lips with his once more.

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There could be a study on me and why I am so attracted to fictional men named Jack

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Nothing is more humbling than rewriting a fic you posted when you were 16.

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River + The Doctor + text posts pt. 13/?

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“How’s your WIP going?”

"Have you made any progress?”

“How close are you to being done?”

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Doctor Who as headlines

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adverbs are fine. stop bullying them. let the girlies "run quickly" or "speak softly" if they want to.

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fuck ukuleles someone start giving those transmasc 14 year olds banjos rn

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Me reading my mutuals’ blogs in the morning

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It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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dialogue tags like "he rasped" or "she hissed" aren’t cringe. they’re seasoning. use them.

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The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

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"I'm weak for you." Prompts

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Ha. Don’t think too highly of yourself. Just because I crave your company every now and then, doesn’t mean you’re my weakness. You’re not.”

“I can’t control myself around you. Don’t even want to.”

“Fiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.”

“Why do you have to make keeping a distance from you so damn difficult? I’m trying my hardest and you just…”

“That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it.”

“Having a weak spot for someone doesn’t equate to wanting to be with them. Those are two completely different things.”

“Why can’t I say ‘no’ to you?”

“It scares me to see how far I’m willing to go for you.”

“No, wait. Stay- Stay back. I need to think rationally.” “...What’s that got to do with me?”

“You just can’t stay away from me for too long, huh?”

“My knees have gone a bit weak. Do you mind holding me?”

“It’s like… You have this power over me, and I- I guess I’m wary of where it might lead.”

“I don’t care about anything but you.”

“No other person makes me feel both weak and strong.”

“Stop it. Can’t you see that staying away from you is torture for me too?”

“I’m weak for you.” 

“You have me all wrapped around your finger.”

“I don’t want to scare you away with my… infatuation.”

“Right now I think you could probably talk me into anything.”

“You’ll be the death of me, [name].”

“You’re the only one I have opened up to like this.”

“Aren’t you at least a little ashamed of how blatantly you’re exploiting my feelings for you?”

“For you, I’ll take on any challenge.”

“(Fuck.) I need you to say that/make that sound again.”

“Just when I think you couldn’t make me go even weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that. Do you want me to collapse? Maybe melt into a puddle too while I’m at it?”