#back to the future gif imagine

[happy74827]

Parallel Hearts

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Just as he was about to leave for good, Marty finds himself at a standstill because of you.

WC: 1,595

Category: Fluff

I always wanted to write about the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance and now I have. Enjoy!

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“Marty, that was very interesting music.”

The words were uttered in a tone that was as dry as a desert, but Marty didn’t care to take heed of it, for he had a mission – and that was to get home as fast as he could.

He knew Doc was waiting for him at the clock tower, with the DeLorean fully hooked up and ready to go. His face was probably set and grim, too. In fact, Marty was certain Doc would be more than a little concerned, since Marty had been away much longer than he had told him.

But he had to make sure he was going to be able to return back to 1985, so what did it matter if he spent an extra ten minutes just to make sure he was still going to exist?

Besides, the old-fashioned audience actually appreciated his guitar skills (for the most part), and it felt good to be noticed, even if it wasn't the type of audience he was used to. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

And so… Marty was going to leave this outdated time period behind with a smile and return back to 1985, the town Hill Valley that he had grown up in, where he had his best friend who knew him, his frenemy, his parents, and the life that he loved.

He was going to return to the Hill Valley he called home, but then he saw you.

He had only met you a couple of times before, but he recognized you instantly. It was hard to forget the young woman that was so dedicated and so determined to help him out in his mission, despite being completely clueless about it. You had helped him a great deal with setting up George and Lorraine, and the way you had helped him was something he could never repay.

He couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of regret when he thought of his rushed adventure in the past, because he had never gotten the chance to get to know you. He was just aware of your name and that you were a good friend of Lorraine.

“Leaving so soon?” you asked, the smile on your lips soft and gentle. Your eyes sparkled in a way that was very familiar, and he remembered how Lorraine had looked at him when he first approached her.

It wasn't exactly the same look, but there was a spark of something in your eyes that made Marty stop in his tracks.

Maybe it was a mistake to linger, because he knew that his life was quite literally on the line. And yet, here he was, doing just that.

“Uh, yes?” he replied, feeling like an absolute fool for being so tongue-tied. He could barely manage to get a word out, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He was usually cool under pressure, but right now, he was anything but cool.

Your expression softened, and you looked at him with such sympathy that it made his heart ache. He could feel a blush slowly creeping up his cheeks.

It didn’t make any sense, he didn't even know you! And yet, it was as though there was a connection. It wasn’t something physical, or something tangible, but something deeper and more meaningful.

Marty couldn’t understand his strange thoughts, or the way his heart was racing so fast. The sensation was unfamiliar, and it was almost as though he was experiencing his own life from an outsider's perspective.

It was strange, and not something that was easy to describe. But one thing was certain...

He really did want to get to know you.

You tilted your head slightly, a look of amusement crossing your features. He realized then that he had been silent for a long time.

"Are you alright?" you asked, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm. "You look a little lost."

“What? No! I mean, yes. Yeah, I'm… peachy." he replied quickly, trying his best to regain some semblance of composure. "I, uh, just wanted to thank you again for helping me out with the whole Lorraine and… uh, George situation. It worked, and they're together... in love. Soon, they'll get married and have three kids, and hopefully this time be a happy family.”

He could see your confusion at his words, but you hid it well as a smile spread across your face. "That’s… very specific, but I’m glad it worked out. Lorraine really needed someone who would cherish her. She's a very sweet girl."

There was a long silence, and Marty felt his heart thumping wildly against his chest. It was so loud that he was certain you could hear it.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. It wasn’t working.

One thought told him that he needed to go. The other urged him to stay.

A strange mixture of fear and anticipation made his heart pound even faster. He glanced around the room, searching for an escape route.

It would be easier to walk away now and forget about you. He knew he couldn’t afford to dally, not when Doc was waiting for him at the clock tower. He would probably have a heart attack if he was kept waiting any longer.

Marty turned to look at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "I should, uh… really be going," he said, his voice faltering. "It's been really nice to see you again."

Before he could take another step, though, you reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

Marty turned to look at you, and was surprised by the intensity in your eyes.

"Can you spare one dance?" you asked, giving him a small smile. "Just one. It'll be quick, I promise."

He had a feeling it would be a bad idea. He was on a deadline, and time was running out. He was also supposed to be avoiding any form of contact with people from the past. It could change history, and he couldn't risk making another mistake.

But wouldn’t it be a mistake if he walked away from you?

What if the reason he felt this strange connection was because he was meant to get to know you? What if it was a sign that he was destined to meet you, and that he shouldn't walk away?

Marty took a deep breath, and decided that, for once, he was going to go against his better judgement and follow his heart.

Doc would probably hate him for it, but Marty didn’t care. What he did care about was the way your smile brightened when he caved and allowed you to drag him back.

He was slightly irritated with the fact that the band was still playing without that guitar, as it meant they completely bullshitted him on the whole 'can’t play without Marvin' thing, but when he took your hand in his, he forgot what he was mad about, and found himself getting swept away by the moment.

It wasn't a complicated dance. In fact, it was incredibly simple, but it was nice. Dancing with you was nice. It was like dancing in a dream. He felt like he was floating on air as he was lulled by the soft melody of the song.

It was a magical moment, and he wished it could last forever. However, reality came crashing down upon him, and he was suddenly reminded that his time was short.

He had to get home.

"I... I really have to go," Marty muttered, his gaze flickering down to your lips. You were close, so close that he could feel your warm breath tickling his cheek.

It would be so easy to lean in and kiss you, but he knew that would be a mistake. If he kissed you, it would only complicate things.

As much as he wanted to stay, he had to go.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I wish I could stay, but I… I can't.”

"That's okay," you replied, giving him a sad smile. "I understand."

You pulled away, and Marty instantly missed the warmth of your body pressed against his. Man, this was hard. He had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before, and it was a struggle to resist.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"Marty," you began, and his name sounded so sweet coming from your lips. "Thank you. For everything."

Before he could ask what you meant, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. It was light and quick, but it was enough to send his heart racing.

"Goodbye, Marty," you whispered, a hint of sadness in your voice.

And then you were gone, disappearing into the crowd, leaving him standing there with his jaw hanging open and his heart racing.

He didn't know what to say or how to react.

All he knew was that he would never forget the look in your eyes as you turned and walked away. It caused his hands to shake a little, and he couldn’t help but run one through his hair.

Damn. He couldn’t stop the memory of the way your lips felt against his cheek from lingering in his mind. It was a moment he would never forget.

He didn’t know if he would ever see you again, but he knew that he would never forget the girl with the sparkling eyes.

And, perhaps, if he was lucky, he would see you again.

[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.

[sadgirlbaby]

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

FACTS

status: alive

birth date: 1968

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

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

height: 5’4” (163cm)

occupation: student, musician

HEADCANONS & PREFERENCES (marty x female reader)

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

he really loves being in the spotlight

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

he always brings joy even during your worst days

he’s ESFP

he’s a gemini

you and him often hang out hoverboarding somewhere

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

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

he will NEVER forbid you a meeting with your friends

he is so understanding

he could be moody sometimes but nothing exaggerated

he literally can’t wait to have children with you

reminder: requests are always open!

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

[r0semultiverse]

Digital Circus AMA Notes

Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!

#webcore aesthetic board for the series design

Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸

90s toys Zooble inspo

Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).

"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."

Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.

Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.

Pomni likes salmon.

Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.

Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.

People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.

Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.

Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.

Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.

They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.

There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.

Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.

Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."

Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.

Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.

Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."

I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

The X-Files: Fight the Future (1998) + blooper reel kiss

[knickynoo]

Two of my favorite little scenes from BTTF part II are the moments where Marty stops to watch his parents in 1955. I mean, he was only just there living through those events one day prior, but he didn't actually have a chance to soak any of it in or process it. (He'd come flailing into the parking lot just after George punched Biff but hardly had time to appreciate any of it on account of his picture still fading, and then at the dance, he was. You know. Actively being erased from existence up there on stage for a while.)

Even though the stakes are still unbelievably high when he returns to '55 to try to track down the almanac, and he's just experienced what may be the most stressful and terrifying day of his life with all the 1985A nonsense, he makes it a point to slow down enough to watch his parents at the dance. And there's just this look on his face—a mixture of awe and relief and happiness. You can tell. You can tell this is getting permanently etched into Marty's memory. He's taking in every detail. He's holding tightly to these sweet moments of watching his parents (who had been unhappily married most of or all of his life) FALL IN LOVE. A real, true love that he's never had a chance to see them in before.

Not to mention the fact that in the reality he'd just arrived from, his mother had been forced into marriage with Biff, and his father was dead. Marty's just come from a place where his family had been completely destroyed, and now he's watching the very foundation of it coming together. This is the beginning of it all, and it's a reminder of what he's trying so hard to save and get back to.

And it's so very nice that we see him hitting the pause button for a few seconds in this chaos-fest to look at his mom and dad with such love.

[blorbocedes]

Okay I'm deep deep into the brocedes rabbit hole here and on ao3. But please do clarify one thing for me - I saw the AD16 press con and then I fell upon the Cannes 17 pictures of brocedes with Vivan? Where they did seem like they were getting on? How did it go from to now? Am I missing something in the timeline?

This took me 3 business days to answer cause I am deeply normal about them

alright sweet bestie anon... let's do a quick rundown of the post 2016 brocedes

january 2017, IWC gala nico had the post pregnancy (wc) glow, vivi had actual pregnancy glow, Lewis' questionable styling choices

We know around March, Nico was in london and literally gout out of his car to RUN after lewis who was on a jog and they chatted a bit

Then in May, they were at Cannes!

very happy go giggly

They even did a Mercedes event together where they were being reasonably charming, Lewis aired him on his German translations and Nico was in war crime denial ☺️

What I'm trying to state is even though fandom like to makes it out that they HATE each other -- they don't really? at the end, if you take lewis' final press con in 2016 he said he was proud of nico, all their childhood memories etc. nico has stated multiple times after 2016 he understood what lewis did in AD16 by slowing down and it was to win the race, so they didn't have any bad blood when nico retired. but the other thing to note is these were all professional events, work events even -- hanging around the millionaire gala events, and I'm pretty sure Vivian's presence (who has also known Lewis since she was 18) helped ease that. they were NOT like hanging out on their own, or being anything more than coworkers being pleasant at work events

now Nico followed Lewis on social media almost immediately after 2016, and has wished him for every WDC win

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1056670317957922816?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1117461452707725313?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1191094863099551745?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1327945878238359552?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

all of which went ignored, (this one kills me particularly, in light of 'we're not friends')

https://landoavocado.tumblr.com/post/635028012501450752/amgroscoe-baby-steps-fam-baby-steps which is the only one Nico didn't tag him in so he presumably found it on his own going through the lewis tag

There's a podcast with Prost where he sort of tells them to get the band back together like he managed to do with Senna, and Nico hesitates saying that someone needs to make the first step.

BUT

At the same time, at Niki Lauda's funeral weekend when the Monaco GP was happening and everyone was somber -- Lewis won... and remember Niki was hugely important for the current Merc success, as well as a mentor to both Lewis and Nico

and here's Lewis in 2019 spraying champers DIRECTLY at Nico Blobsberg https://inlovewithmullez.tumblr.com/post/185156306232/lewis-nico-and-champagne

I wish I could explain this event. i can't.

Look at nico RUNNING to save his cream coloured suit https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx7w3TnALZf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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And then the besties took a selfie at Niki Lauda's funeral. none of this I can explain but it happened and we have to bear witness

In 2019, when Lewis won his 6th title at the US GP, Nico came to his car and they talked about it (have a whole post dedicated to it here)

Here's Anthony talking about Nico and Lewis being teammates and keeping a picture of them unicycling as kids

Lewis has a thing where he won't publicly mention or acknowledge Nico but then at 2021?? they were at the same yacht in Monaco with Toto, Susie and others???

which sort of makes sense they still hang around the same rich people circles and Monaco is TINY esp for millionaire circles

They can even have a nice little chat about pitwalls without murdering each other -- granted it's not a sky interview (is that better??? worse???)

In AD 2021, Lewis also admitted he's a better teammate now, completely unprompted, when the question had been if he's a better driver now and that's the first time he admitted he might've been not great to nico too. And Nico was WATCHING and basically stopped functioning, with jenson live slug reacting. It's a Treat

In 2022 was Lewis saying how Nico's family had been the first place he'd stayed in Monaco (where he still lives now. same building as blobsberg)

And Nico saying how things are neutral, they share a lift sometimes where Nico takes his daughters to the pool and Lewis goes to the race track and how he'd never given Nico a present that he can remember but he did give his daughters! something!!! while Natalie Pinkham tries to play marriage counselor, and the definitive final word is "neutral"

https://bibibitch1308.tumblr.com/post/685806605859700736/ill-just-leave-this-here

Nico does commentary for Sky, where he's asked about Lewis a lot and despite what you may think about his bitchiness, most of it is very complimentary and clearly respects Lewis as a driver.

In 2023, Spain, Lewis name dropped Nico and how karting was some of his best years, and a year later he would be teammates with Nico (!!!)

And 2023 Spain, Nico interviewed Lewis who was p2!!! And they were both stuttering and giggly about it!!!!!!

This list is by no means comprehensive but it paints a more accurate picture than the fanon idea they wanted to murder each other post 2016 (which is why seeing the 2017 pix can be bizarre)

Tldr; they're not friends, but they're also not enemies (not how it was at the peak of their rivalry) and they're still neighbours 😭

[shelfwar]

Marty Mcfly X Reader

I feel like I'm dying 18+🤧

WARNINGS: sex allusions, period talk/details softy Marty

Snuggled so far into your bed you could barely hear the annoying ring from your alarm clock, telling you to wake up for school. So you sluggishly slammed the clock and dove right back into the covers. You knew you had a cold but you felt something between your legs; your period has arrived. You let out a groan which then turned into a coughing fit as you slowly got out of bed.

"Sweetie your gonna- oh sweet Jesus you don't look good!" Your mom said as she magically appeared in front of you. "Mmm, everything and everywhere hurts." Your mother looked down at your ruined shorts before she looked back up at you.

"And mother nature had to make an appearance." You croaked before moving past her so you could grab a new pair of shorts and underwear before you could go and change them. "I'm calling the school to let them know that you won't be coming in." She said as you shut the bathroom door. "I'll make sure Marty will bring your homework, I know he would love to." "Hmm" you hummed as you striped your clothes and jumped into the nice warm shower, which calmed the tense muscles.

Once you were done with that you put on your new clothes and a pad and trudged back to your room. Once you got back you shut your door and climbed back into bed with the covers over your head. After a while of just staring at the bedding you began to doze off.

While asleep you drifted in and out of your sleeping, indicating that you had a fever. But when the end of the fever was near you felt a very cold body next to your very hot body. So you slowly fluttered your eyes open to see an arm across your middle, in which you followed to the owner of the arm and that was Marty.

You slowly turned in his arms so you could face your sleeping boyfriend as drool started to pool around his cheek. "Marty" You whisper cough getting his attention as his eyes slowly crept open. "Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?" "Still clunky." You said as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "I still feels like you have a fever love."

"Figures." "Yeah, hey your mom said I could stay with you for a couple of days so you could feel better." "Awesome" you yawned as Marty held you closer. Suddenly you just realized that there was a familer slick between your legs, so you quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom leaving behind a very confused Marty.

Once you arrived you sat on the toilet and started changing my pad. You heard a rattle coming from the door handle. "I'm fine Marty." "But can I come in?" You questioned that question before accepting him in the bathroom. He took one look at your bottom half and quickly exited the room.

"Sorry, I didn't know." "Marty it's okay you were bound to see." He let out a chuckle before coming back in and closed the door behind him. "I- I think I've seen my sister use those things" He said as he pointed at the new pad that laid in my underwear. "You probably have." You said as you let out a cough.  "Your life really must suck right now. I mean your on your period and your fighting a cold at the same time." "Yeah, it does Marty" You said as you sat up from the toilet as you pulled up your shorts, you then flushed the toilet and then washed your hands.

Marty stood besides you as he leaned in to kiss you, but you pushed him back. "Nooo, Marty your gonna get sick." You whined as you turned into his arms. "I don't care, your in pain and I wanna kiss every pain away." Your heart did a little flutter before he actually kissed you on the lips.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 161

warnings: a few nsfw moments hmh masterlist

New York is currently having a heat wave, which means it’s a lazy day at the Wick household. It’s far too hot to go outside and do anything other than swimming in the pool for maybe 30 minutes. It’s so hot that being in the sun for longer than necessary just makes you feel nauseous, and with a baby, it’s not the best idea, so that means you’re pretty much just hanging out in the house.

“Sure would suck if the A/C went out,” you say, and John looks over at you and laughs, “I jinxed it, didn’t I?”

John nods, “Yeah, probably. Thanks for that.”

“I’m very grumpy when I’m hot, just a heads up.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he says, and you narrow your eyes, “You’re very grumpy.”

You throw your hands up a little, “You make me sound like I’m just awful!”

“You do that all on your own,” he says, and you gasp loudly, to which he laughs and rushes over to hug you. “I’m kidding!”

“Well, sometimes you’re grumpy too!” you say as he clings to you, “You’re grumpy if you don’t have your coffee in the morning, which is so cliche, babe.”

John laughs as he squeezes you before letting go, “Never said I didn’t get grumpy.”

“Take back what you said, Wick.”

He teases, “Or what?”

You raise your brows and glance over at the very fancy and expensive espresso machine that John loves, “I’ll dump water all over it.”

“You wouldn’t! You love it too!” he says, and you start to laugh. He pulls you back to him and kisses you tenderly, “I love grumpy Mrs. Wick very much. You know that. She’s feisty, and you know what?”

“What?”

He leans closer to your ear, “She makes me hard.”

“Nope!” you push out of his arms and back away, “We are not starting the day off like this! It’s too hot already.”

John laughs, “Fine!”

You smile at him and kiss him before he walks over and finishes what he was doing. You look down to see Ronan coming back into the kitchen with the plastic cup you gave her, and you ruffle her hair as she babbles. You lean against the counter and look across it as John finishes putting away the last of the dishes from the dishwasher, then you smile when he looks at you.

“What now?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh as you shrug, “We’ve watched just about every movie this week, and we’ve completely cleaned the house, so there’s not really much else we can do.”

John nods, “Kind of sick of being cooped up in the house. Maybe we can find an aquarium or museum to go to.”

“Sounds good to me,” you smile, then you reach down and pick of Ronan, “How does that sound? Does that sound fun?”

Ronan smiles and squeals loudly, then she hides in the crook of your neck as soon as John starts to walk over. He wraps his arm around your waist and makes a loud chomping noise as he leans closer, then he pretends to chew on Ronan’s chunky little foot.

“Oh, daddy got you, huh?” you laugh, and Ronan reaches out so John will take her. “So, where should we go?”

“Anywhere,” he says, and you roll your eyes playfully. He smiles as he pulls you closer by your waist, then he moves his hand down to your ass, “Have I told you today how beautiful you are?”

You tilt your head and squint, “Alright, Wick, ‘fess up.”

“I didn’t do anything!” he laughs, and you shake your head and laugh. He looks at Ronan and bounces her, “Isn’t momma beautiful?”

At the mention of you, Ronan looks at you and leans over for you to take her, and you let out a small laugh as you hug her in your arms.

Ronan loves going back and forth between you and John, so most of the time, it’s just you and John passing her off to one another. She’s your baby, and you’re not going to feel guilty about holding her when she actually wants to be held.

“Well, if we want to go somewhere this afternoon, we should figure it out soon because she’ll need a nap in a bit.” you say, and John nods his head.

“How about we go a little later after her nap, then we can get some dinner too?” he says, and you nod your head as you smile. “Sound good?”

You nod as you bounce Ronan, “Sounds great. I’m gonna get her changed, can you get her bottle?”

“Yes, ma’am.” John says, leaning down to kiss you.

Holding Ronan in your arms, you walk into the living room and set her down on the couch to quickly change her diaper. She kicks her legs and flails around a little, but she finally sits still long enough for you to change her into a new diaper. She’s been quite the daddy’s girl lately, so she loves to be fed by her favorite guy.

John comes out with her bottle and smiles as you stand up from the couch with her in your arms, then he takes her after you’ve given her a kiss. You follow them upstairs and watch as John sits down in the rocker in the corner to feed her, and you smile when Ronan reaches up to rub her fingers against John’s beard.

Whenever you feed her, she usually tugs at your hair and John’s beard. He never keeps it too long so at least it doesn’t hurt. She’s not The Hulk strength-wise but damn, she has a little grip on her sometimes. She grabbed a strand of hair one day and tugged so hard, you nearly cried and ran to John to make sure you didn’t have a bald spot.

You walk over to close the curtains in Ronan’s room, then you turn on her fan for the white noise and to keep her room cool. You look over as John rocks her and smiles as he looks down at her, then he nods for you to join him. You sit down on the footstool and lean over to look at Ronan as she struggles to keep her eyes open, and you reach out to rub your finger against her chubby cheek as her eyes finally shut.

“She falls asleep just about as fast as you,” John jokes, and you let out a small laugh. “And she looks beautiful, just her mom.”

You smile softly as you look at him, then you lean up to kiss him a few times, “Thanks.”

John smiles at you, then he takes the bottle from Ronan and sets it aside before he gets up and walks over to put Ronan in her bed, but not before the two of you give her a little kiss.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Night, bug.” you smile, then you hold John’s hand as the two of you quietly leave her bedroom. You lean down to pet Bleu as he trots past to keep guard in Ronan’s room, then you look at John, “So, where should we go?”

John shrugs, “There’s all kinds of museums in the city, I’m sure I can find something that is good for kids.”

“You don’t mind driving?” you ask as you walk into your bedroom with John following behind you, “I mean, I can always drive.”

“I don’t mind driving,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “God, you smell good today.”

You laugh as you look at him, “It’s my new perfume.”

“Smells good,” he whispers, kissing your neck as you close your eyes.

“Wick, I know what you’re doing.” you whisper back, and he chuckles softly. “Unfortunately it’s working.”

John sucks on your skin and moves up your neck to the spot behind your ear, and you bite your bottom lip and shiver, which causes John to chuckle. He turns you around and kisses you on the lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips your ass tight in his hands.

“Mm,” he hums enthusiastically as he sucks on your tongue, then he leans down to continue kissing your neck, “I can’t get enough of you; I’m addicted.”

You laugh as John peppers your neck and collarbone in kisses, then you lean back and smile at him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispers, then he reaches up with his left hand and gently brushes it against your cheek, “So beautiful, my peach.”

“Ah! Stop being so cute!” you laugh as you hug him tight, and John reaches down to lift you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Why are you so cute? What’s the reason?”

John laughs as he holds you and sits down on the bed, “Just kind of crazy about you.”

“Yeah, just kind of?” you ask, and he laughs as he holds tight to you and lays down on the bed.

“Oh, you know it’s much more than ‘kind of’,” he whispers, and you straddle his waist and lean down to kiss him as he hugs you tight.

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The museum isn’t as packed as you thought it’d be but that’s a good thing! With a little girl who has recently discovered her legs, she rarely wants to be held anymore when you’re out somewhere and she loves to run everywhere, so it’s nice that she has room to do so since there’s not a lot of people here.

Ronan toddles into the next exhibit and quickly takes off in search of something to play with, and you let go of John’s hand and rush over to keep her from running too far ahead. You corral her back over to John, then you let out a small laugh when she reaches for John’s hand.

You look around at the exhibit to see that it’s a jungle gym area, and you know you’ll be here for a while since Ronan loves to play. You sit down on the steps that Ronan is going up, then you watch as John helps her get seated so she can go down the small slide. He holds her hand the entire time so she doesn’t fall or hit her head, and she squeals loudly before she runs over and uses your shirt to pull herself up the steps to go on the slide again.

A group of children come in, so you look at John and nod to the next exhibit. He picks up Ronan and blows raspberries on her tummy as she laughs, and you walk with him to the next exhibit.

“Oh, no.” you laugh when you see percussion instruments laying around, “This isn’t gonna be good.”

John lets Ronan down and laughs as she runs over to the chimes and slaps her hands against them, then she gets the mallets and bangs on the xylophone with a huge smile on her face. You put your hands over your ears and laugh as you look at John, and he smiles proudly as Ronan plays a very loud song for the two of you.

You see the group from the other exhibit coming in, and you grimace when the mom looks at you, “Sorry!”

“Hey! It’s okay!” she smiles, then she leans down and smiles at Ronan, “Aren’t you a little musical genius?”

Ronan squeals loudly, then she pounds the mallet on the xylophone some more as you and John both laugh. John wraps his arm around you and leans over to kiss the top of your head, then he looks at you and smiles before leaning down to kiss you.

You watch Ronan as she wanders over to the group of kids, particularly the older boy who is playing an instrument, and you smile when she watches him in wonder.

“Uh oh, John, you might have some competition.”

“Never,” John chuckles softly as he sees her staring at the young boy, then he leans down and smiles when she comes running back over to her number one guy.

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John is holding Ronan in his arms and bouncing her as he makes silly noises to get her to giggle, and you smile as you watch him smothering her face in kisses. Ronan's laughter fills the room as John continues to play with her, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment. You think about all the memories they’ll create together in the future, and you feel your heart swell with love as you see the bond between father and daughter growing stronger every day. It's moments like these that make all the sleepless nights and diaper changes worth it.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling at the two of them, but they’re just so damn cute. Ronan is getting bigger and changing every day, but she’s still so much John’s twin. Their matching dark hair and brown eyes just kill you, but you have to admit, you love the dimple in her right cheek--like mother like daughter. John glances over at you and smiles, and you grow a little bashful.

Something about John is really doing it for you today. He’s so hot, and he’s even hotter now that he’s a dad. Obviously you’ve always been attracted to him, but ever since he became a dad, he’s so much sexier. There’s this sensitivity and vulnerability to him that you’ve seen before but now it’s always there, and it’s hot! Just seeing him in this role is a feast for you.

“Mr. Wick, your table is ready.” the hostess says, and John nods his head.

“Hey, uh, can you take her in?” John asks, and you nod as you look at him, “I just remembered I needed to call Jimmy about something.”

You take Ronan from him and smile, “We’ll be inside.”

“I’ll be in in a few minutes,” he says, then he kisses your forehead before you move past to head inside to your table.

Thankfully the restaurant has their A/C on so it’s super cool inside, maybe too cool for Ronan to just be in her little dress. You place Ronan in the highchair and sit down at the table, then you dig through your bag to get the pants you packed and some socks for Ronan. You pick her up and quickly get her pants and socks on, then you put her back into the highchair.

Your server comes to the table to get you a drink and you just order some appetizers for you and John. You packed some things that Ronan can snack on until you get home later.

Your phone buzzes with a notification, so you reach over and look at it to see there’s a severe weather notification for Mill Neck and the surrounding cities. Hopefully you’ll be able to to eat and get out of the city in enough time so John won’t have to drive in the storm.

Speaking of John, you look around for him since he’s still not back, then you look over as your waitress sets your appetizers and drinks down. You ordered some chips and guacamole since Ronan can eat guacamole, and you scoop up a little bit and feed it to her. She smacks her lips together and leans over for more as you laugh.

“Hey…” John smiles as he walks over, then he leans down to kiss Ronan’s head before he rubs your back.

“Everything okay?”

John nods as he sits across the table from you, “Yeah. Did you get that weather alert?”

“Yeah, we better eat fast and head home.” you say, and John nods his head.

You watch as he looks around the restaurant, and you burrow your brow when you realize he’s being a little more cautious than usual. You reach over for his hand and smile softly when he looks at you.

“Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head, “Just worried about the storm.”

“Well, why don’t we just get our food to go?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “John, it’s fine. We can even leave now.”

John looks at you for a moment, then he exhales, “I just don’t want you two out in the weather, plus Bleu is home.”

“We can leave,” you nod, then you look over for your waitress. She smiles as she walks over, and you tell her that you won’t be staying but you’ll be paying for your drinks and appetizers, which she offers a small box for.

John quickly puts the chips and guacamole into the box, along with the other appetizers that you ordered, then he puts a 50 dollar bill on the table. It’s way more than necessary, but he just wants to get out of here.

You put your backpack on and get Ronan from the highchair, then you hoist her up on your hip as John takes your arm and practically drags you from the restaurant. He lets go and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, then he opens the backdoor and takes Ronan from you.

“Get in.”

“I…” you stand there for a moment, then you widen your eyes and walk to the passenger side door to get in, “Okay then.”

John gets Ronan buckled in, then he gets in the car and immediately starts it and pulls onto the street to get out of the city. You stare at him as he focuses on the road, and you furrow your brow and sit back in your seat.

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John actually had the right idea getting out of the city sooner rather than after you ate. The rain started coming down when you were just outside of Mill Neck, and as soon as you got home, the wind started to pick up and several small branches were already in the yard from the trees.

It was still raining buckets while you got Ronan bathed and into her pajamas, and John took the task of getting all of her things and bringing them to the basement. He never likes to sleep upstairs when there’s a storm because of the glass walls in the living room. He grabbed her pack ‘n play and a few toys then went downstairs to get everything set up.

Just as you set Ronan down in the living room, lightning flashes bright and thunder rumbles a few seconds later, and Ronan immediately starts to cry and reaches up for you. You pick her up and hoist her on your hip, then you bounce her to calm her down.

“I got everything set up for her. Why don’t you two head down there now?”

“I just need to get her bottle,” you say, and John nods his head as he walks over to kiss your cheek.

He’s been so quiet since you got home, but then again he has been coming up and down the stairs for an hour now just trying to get everything in the basement before the worst part of the storm gets here.

You make Ronan a bottle and press a kiss to her forehead, then you head downstairs to see John has already made the pullout couch up with some sheets and blankets. He put Ronan’s bed next to your side, which is always the furthest side from the door you’ve noticed, and he set her blankets and bunny in it too.

“Okay, let’s get a movie started.” you whisper, hearing the thunder rumbling loudly even from downstairs.

You place Ronan on the bed and hand her bottle to her, then you get the remote and find a movie for her to watch before you walk over and stand at the bottom of the steps to wait for John.

After a few minutes of hovering by the stairs, the door opens and John comes down with your pillow and a bag in his left hand. You back up so you’re not on top of him, and you follow him as he sets the bag down on his workbench.

“You can look,” he says, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

You peek into the bag to see John has made you and him some sandwiches and brought the appetizers from the restaurant and some drinks down for the two of you. You smile as you look over at him kissing Ronan’s cheek, then he walks back over to you.

“Is that okay? I know you’re hungry.” he says, and you nod as he sits down on the stool, “The weather is getting pretty bad. The power might go out.”

Nodding your head, you stand between his legs and smile when he pulls you closer to him, and he tilts his head back and smiles as you lean down to kiss him. He holds your gaze when you lean up and look at him, then he puckers his lips for another kiss. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him several times, then you look over to make sure Ronan is okay.

“She watching her movie?”

“Yup, Tangled...again.” you say, and John lets out a small laugh as he pulls you even closer to him so he can kiss you. You run you fingers through his hair and hold his gaze, then you close your eyes and hug him tight, “I had fun today.”

John nods as he rubs your back, “Me too.”

“Was hoping we’d get some alone time, but that’s not going to happen now.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” he laughs, and you lean back to look at him, “Maybe tomorrow.”

You sigh as you nod your head, “Yeah.”

“Can you wait that long?” John jokes, and you playfully shove him before he pulls you back into his arms, “Not sure I can wait that long.”

“You definitely can.” you laugh, and John shakes his head dramatically, “Hey, I have a question.”

John raises his eyebrows and nods, “Shoot.”

“Why do you always sleep closest to the door?” you ask, and John nods, “I’ve noticed it.”

“Because if someone broke in, who is the first person they’d go for?”

You nod, “The first person they see, which would be the person closest to the door. Is that why you always face the door too when we go out to eat?”

“I told you that I’ll always protect you,” he whispers, and a smile spreads across your face, then you pretend to faint against his chest as he laughs. “You’re the most important person in my life, mouse. I’ll always look out for you and protect you. You and Ro are the best things to ever happen to me.”

You reach up and touch John’s face as your eyes soften, and he gently presses a kiss to your thumb before he leans up to kiss you. You slide your hands up John’s biceps to his shoulders, then you lean against his chest and hold his gaze.

John places his hands on your waist and squeezes lightly, then he looks over when Ronan calls out for him. He pats your side and gets up to see what Ronan needs, and you decide to get your sandwich out since your stomach is grumbling. You take your sandwich over to the bed and crawl onto it to sit next to Ro, then you take a bite of it and smile when you hear John humming along to the song on TV.

“Too many times, huh?”

John laughs as he looks up at you, “When you were gone the other day, we watched it three times in a row. Didn’t we, bug?”

“Three times?” you laugh manically, “We watched it five times!”

“Really?”

You laugh, “No, we watched it twice in a row before I put something else on. Moana and Coco usually do the trick too--I think she likes the bright colors.”

“Makes sense,” John says, then he sings the song quietly to Ronan as she lays in his arms and finishes her bottle.

You offer a bite of your sandwich to John that he takes, then he sits up a little to get his sandwich from the bag.

“Mama,” Ronan says, and you smile at her as she waves at you.

“Well, hi.” you laugh, then you sit up and lean down to kiss her cheek, “You need to go to sleep.”

Ronan smiles wide and shakes her head as she laughs, and John chuckles quietly when she crawls around the bed, still shaking her head from side to side.

“You’re silly,” John laughs, and Ronan sits up and bounces on her butt while she watches the movie.

“Hey, is everything okay with Jimmy?”

John looks over at you and furrows his brow, “What?”

“You said you needed to call Jimmy earlier…”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, he’s fine…” he says, and you cock up your eyebrow a little, “I just had to ask him about a few things.”

You nod your head as you reach over for your bottle of water, then you look at John, “Sure.”

John looks over at you as you eye him, and he reaches over to playfully nudge your leg, “It was nothing, peach.”

“Okay,” you nod, smiling at him, “I believe you.”

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You pull the sleeves of your sweater down as you head upstairs, then you rub the sleep from your eye as you open the door and look out at the yard to see the damage the storm left behind last night. Thankfully nothing too big besides a few branches, which John and you can pick up later.

“Yeah, I’ll speak with you soon.”

Furrowing your brow, you look over your shoulder when you hear John, then you walk into the kitchen to find him standing by the patio door. You clear your throat a little to get his attention, and he turns around to look at you.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, it was, uh, it was nothing…” he stammers, and you watch as he walks over to the fridge, “You ready for breakfast?”

You furrow your brow again and look at him, “It’s 6:30 in the morning. When have I ever eaten breakfast this early? I only got up to get another blanket, it’s freezing down there. Now I know why; you’re up here.”

John lets out a small sigh and turns to look at you, “I…I ran into someone yesterday when we were in the city. He wants my help.”

“With…?” you ask, and John holds your gaze until it clicks, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he looks down and shakes his head, “Super quick. In and out.”

You bite your cheek as you lean back against the counter and look at him, “I thought you said you were done with that. You said you wanted to just be here with me and Ro.”

“I do!” he nods as he walks over and reaches for your hands, “I do want that, but if I was in this position, he would help me--he has helped me. I have to help him.”

Looking down at your hands in John’s, you look up at him and slouch a little, “But what if you get--”

“I’m going to be fine,” he whispers, and you frown, “I promise that nothing will happen to me.”

“Okay,” you whisper as you nod.

John cups your face and holds your gaze, “I know you’re upset with me.”

“Yeah, but…” you shrug as you look at him, “Just come back in one piece so I can yell at you then.”

“I will,” John whispers, then he leans down and kisses you, “I’m gonna shower and get my things.”

You let out a small sigh as you watch John leaving the kitchen, then you wipe away the tear on your cheek and shake your head as you walk into the living room to get the blanket before you go back downstairs.

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Standing by the door, you watch as Ronan carries John’s keys to ‘help’ him with his things, and you smile when she drops them every few steps. She picks them up and quickly walks over to you, then she hands them to you with a big smile on her face.

“Those are dad’s,” you says, pointing at John, “Can you give those to daddy?”

Ronan looks over at John and stands on her tiptoes as she reaches up to give him his keys, then she claps her hands like she’s so proud of herself. John kneels down and hugs Ronan, then he kisses her cheek and smiles at her.

“You gotta be good for momma,” he says, and Ronan nods her head, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you so much.”

Ronan hugs John again, then she takes off in search of her toys since she’s lost interest in saying goodbye. Her little diaper butt waddling off to the living room.

John lets out a small laugh as he watches her walk away, “I’m not offended.”

“Short attention span,” you laugh, then you inhale deeply and hold John’s gaze as he stands up, “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll be home tomorrow so you can yell at me.” he says, then he chuckles softly as he walks over to hug you. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as you hug him tight, then you look over his shoulder at Ronan as she plays with her toys. John rubs your sides as he leans back, then he kisses you a few times, “I’ll call you tonight.”

You nod your head and sniffle a little, “Okay.”

“Please don’t cry, baby. I’m gonna be fine.” he whispers, and you shrug before you put your head down and start crying harder, “I promise I’m coming home to you and Ro. Nothing can keep me from you girls.”

“Okay,” you whisper, then you lean back to look at him as he wipes away the tears on your cheeks, “I’m just still so confused as to why you’re even going.”

John sighs as he looks down, “I have to help this guy. I owe a lot to him. He’s one of the only guys that I trust.”

You bite your lip as you nod your head, then you lean up to kiss John, leaving your lips there for a few moments as he hugs you tight.

“I love you, and I’ll be home tomorrow.” he whispers against your lips, and you kiss him again before you let go. He rubs his thumb against your cheek, then he looks back at Ronan, “Bye, bug. I love you.”

Ronan babbles as she toddles over to John to give him a kiss goodbye, and you laugh when she puts her hands on his cheeks and puckers her lips. John lets her down and ruffles her wispy brown hair, then he leans over to kiss you again.

“I’ll call you in a little bit. Keep an eye on the weather.”

You nod as you walk over to open the front door for John, then you look at him as he gets his bags and walks onto the front step, “I love you.”

“I love you too, peach. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiles, and you nod your head before you kiss him one last time and wave before you close the door.

Wiping away the tear on your cheek, you walk into the living room and look over your shoulder when you hear the engine of John’s Mustang as he backs out of the driveway. He presses the horn a few times and waves out the window, and Ronan yells for him as she waves. You kneel down next to her and wave as John backs out, then you watch his car disappear behind the hedges.

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Your phone has been in your back pocket ever since John left, and now you have it sitting in the cup holder on Ronan’s stroller as you walk down the street with Tess and Finn. You look over at Tess as she tells you what she’s been up to since they went to the lake house this week with Jimmy’s family, and you’re trying your hardest to pay attention, but all you can think about is John.

“Anyway,” Tess takes a deep breath and looks at you, “What did you guys do? It stormed pretty bad here.”

“Uh, yeah. The heat was really bad so we didn’t even swim, but we took Ro to a museum, and then…” you start to trail off as you look down at your phone, and Tess nudges your shoulder to gain your focus again, “Sorry. John…left.”

Tess furrows her brow, “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t leave me…”

“Well, no shit!” she laughs as she looks at you, “Hell would have to freeze over for that to happen.”

You let out a small laugh, “He ran into someone while we were in the city, and this morning he told me that he needed to help him. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know when he’ll be home, he says tomorrow, but who knows. I don’t know why he agreed. I don’t know anything.”

“I think since being with you, you’ve brought out such a soft side of John--a side that was probably always there but you’ve brought it out even more. I feel like he wouldn’t go back unless it really meant a lot to this person.” Tess says, and you nod as you look down, “Babe, he’s John. He’ll be fine.”

“I know, but I don’t want to do this every few months. I don’t want Ronan to see her dad take off, then not come home the next day.” you sigh as you shake your head, “He said he was done. He said he wanted to just be with me and Ronan. He said he was giving it all up and he was done. He said he was done!”

Tess reaches out for your arm and stops you from walking, “Listen to me, he loves you. This changes nothing.”

“This changes everything, Tess.”

“Stop being dramatic.” she says, and you let out a small laugh, “You’re John Wick’s wife. You and Ronan will never have to worry about anything, like nothing ever. Not money, not anything. No one would dare hurt you two, especially not John’s kid. Are you crazy? I mean, you’re safe too, obviously.”

You chuckle a little, “Thanks.”

“He’s probably sitting there thinking about how pissed you’re gonna be when he comes home tomorrow,” she says, and you shake your head, “But listen to me, he loves you and Ronan more than anything in this world. He’s just trying to help a friend. He’s just trying to be a good guy. Guess whose fault that is?”

You look at Tess when she gestures to you, then you roll your eyes, “The thing is I’m not even…mad. I’m not mad that he went back because I know deep down it’s a one time thing. I just…I worry he’s gonna get hurt. I worry that he’s not going to be able to recover or something.”

“Well, he is old.” Tess jokes, and you playfully shove her arm. She laughs as she walks down the street with you, then she stops in front of your driveway, “He’ll be fine, babe. Look at all the shit he went through before you were around. He’s still alive and kicking. He might just need a little TLC, and if he does, call me and I’ll come get Ro.”

Laughing quietly, you look down as Ronan sleeps soundly in her stroller, then you look at Tess and exhale, “I’ll call you later. Maybe you two can come over for dinner or something.”

Tess nods, “Sounds good. Jimmy is working late, so it’s just me and the goob for dinner.”

“We can get pizza,” you say, and Finn perks up as you smile, “Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!” Finn smiles, then he tugs Tess’ hand, “Pepper-toni.”

Tess smiles, “We can get pepperoni pizza.”

You kneel down and hug Finn when he walks over to you, then you kiss his cheek, “Finny, have you been working out? Look at those muscles!”

Finn tries his best to flex his biceps, which causes Tess to laugh, then he loses interest and walks over to pet Sadie and Bleu as they both patiently wait to get out of the heat.

“We’ll come over in a bit,” Tess says, reaching out to hug you, “I love you, and John loves you. Stop stressing!”

“Okay,” you laugh, then you ruffle Finn’s hair, “Pizza tonight, then…maybe we can go get some ice cream.”

Finn widens his eyes as he looks up at Tess, and she laughs as she lifts him up and tosses him over her shoulder. She waves at you as she walks across the street, and you tug Bleu’s leash a little to get his attention as you head up the driveway.

You look down at your phone when it lights up, and you smile as you read the text from John.

Can’t stop thinking about you. I promise I’ll be home. Don’t be too mad at me please.

You set your phone back in the cupholder, then you open the front door and get Bleu off his leash before you get Ronan from her stroller. You hold her in your arms as you walk over to the couch, then you take a picture of her cute little face and send it to John since you know he’d like that.

Spitting image of you when she’s asleep.

Because she’s quiet for once.

Nah, she’s an angel. I love you so much, baby. I will be home by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll prepare myself to get yelled at.

I love you.

I love you too. Give bug a kiss for me.

You set your phone aside and look down at Ronan as she sleep soundly in your arms, then you sit up and lay her down on the chaise so she can nap. You pull the throw blanket over her to keep her warm since it’s so cold in the house, then you lay down with your head next to hers and close your eyes.

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Dark clouds started rolling in again this morning, so you know that you’ll be cooped up in the house. Thankfully you were able to get some activities for Ronan last night since you and Tess ran to the store with the kids after getting pizza.

Ronan is currently sitting on the living room floor with you while you read a book to her, but she’s not really paying attention since she got a new toy that sings and flashes colors. You don’t blame her for having more interest in that, to be honest.

Sitting up on your knees, you look around at all of Ronan’s toys and sigh a little before you get up and start to pick them up. You smile when Ronan squeals loudly and waves her hands around, and you laugh when she looks up at you with her big brown eyes.

“You look just like daddy, you know that?” you laugh, then you lean down to smother her face in kisses as she giggles loudly.

John called a little bit ago to say he’d be home this afternoon, and you’re nervous to see him. You’re nervous that…maybe he wants back in to that life. Maybe you and Ronan aren’t enough. It’s silly, it is, but it’s what you’re feeling.

Grabbing a few toys, you put them in her basket, then you walk around to continue picking up the living room. It’s not too messy, but it does look a little untidy. You fold up the throw blanket and put it on the back of the couch, then you stare at the living room for a moment before you head into the pantry to get the cleaning supplies to wipe down the tables.

Cleaning is usually the first thing you do when you’re stressed.

You clean off the coffee table and side tables, then you grab the vacuum and plug it in, which causes Ronan to perk up.

“You gonna help me?” you ask, and she gets up and walks over to you as you lean down to turn it on. She holds onto the vacuum and pushes it with you, and you smile when you barely hear her little giggle from over the loud vacuum. You kiss her cheek when you lean down, then you turn it off and laugh, “Good job, bug.”

Ronan claps her hands and rushes back to her toys, but she trips over her feet and falls flat onto her face. You freeze for a moment to see if she’s going to cry, but she just gets up and laughs before she sits down with her toys. Definitely John’s daughter.

You put the vacuum away along with the other cleaning supplies, then you stop and look at yourself in the mirror, “Oh, babe, what the hell? You look like shit. Uh…Ro, come with me.”

Ronan gets up and reaches for your hand, then you hoist her up onto your hip as you head upstairs to get some makeup. Ronan has some toys in your room, so she’ll be occupied for a few minutes.

Placing Ronan on the floor, you look over to see your makeup bag is on the dresser, so you quickly grab it and get started on your makeup. You don’t really have time to wash your hair, but you spray some dry shampoo into it and tie it out of your face.

After a few moments, you take a step back and look at yourself in the mirror, then you turn a little to make sure your jean shorts look okay. You fix your shirt, exhale, and shrug before you walk over to sit with Ronan on the floor to play with a toy.

The front door opens as you look over your shoulder, and you smile when Ronan perks up and looks at you.

“Hello? Where are my girls?” John calls out, “Hello? Are you two home?”

You grab Ronan and put your finger over your mouth, “Hide.”

Ronan giggles as she crawls over to you and hides by the bed, and you let out a small laugh when she puts her hand over her mouth.

“Hello?” John calls out again as he comes upstairs, “Bug? Peach?”

“Dada!” Ronan gets up and toddles over to John, and you laugh as you sit up.

You laugh when John leans over the edge of the bed to look at you, then he reaches for your hand and helps you up. You smile as you look at him but you quickly notice a few cuts on his face, which causes to you immediately move closer to inspect them.

“I’m okay.” he laughs as you gently move his hair to get a better look at the cut on his forehead, “Baby, I’m fine.”

“I’ll get the first aid kit.” you say, and John lets out a small laugh.

You grab the box from the linen closet and sigh a little, then you walk back out and watch John as he kisses Ronan’s cheek and flips her over to hold her upside down by her legs as she laughs. John blows raspberries on her stomach making her squeal with laughter, then he sets her in his lap and kisses the top of her head.

“Come here,” he smiles, reaching out for you, “Give me a kiss.”

You nod as you walk over to him, then you sit down on the bed and hold his gaze. He smiles softly as he leans over and he waits for you to fill the gap between the two of you. You lean over more and kiss him as you close your eyes, and you feel his hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving.

“We’ll talk when she goes down for a nap.” he whispers, and you nod your head, “Just don’t yell at me until then.”

“Stop,” you shake your head and lean back to look at him, “You’ve mentioned me yelling at you like four times. I’m not gonna yell at you.”

John frowns a little, “Sorry.”

“Dada,” Ronan slips off his lap and walks over to the door and looks at him.

“She got some new toys,” you say, and John reaches for your hand as he gets up, “So, she’ll definitely want you to see them.”

John reaches down to pick her up, then he opens the baby gate and allows you to go first. You quickly make it down the stairs and open the other baby gate, then you wait for John and Ronan. Her eyes are growing heavy as John rubs her back, and he stops on the landing when you point at her.

“She’s almost asleep,” you whisper, and John looks down at her. “Should we take her up to her room?”

“Yeah,” he nods, then he reaches for your hand so you’ll join him.

You quickly head back upstairs with them as John bounces Ronan in his arms, and you lean against the door frame and watch him love up on Ronan. He closes his eyes and leans his head against hers, then he smiles softly.

“Goodnight, bug.” he whispers, then he puts her in her crib and turns on the fan. He reaches down to rub her back, then he smiles at her before he walks over to you. “Let’s go talk.”

“Let’s clean those cuts.” you whisper, then you hold his hand and walk to your bedroom.

John sits down on the bed and watches as you open the first aid kit, then he looks up at you as you gently press the wipe to his cuts to clean them out. You know he won’t need any stitches so you close up the first aid kit and grab it to bring to the bathroom.

As soon as you come out of the bedroom, you look at John and smile a little before you walk over and fall into his arms as he lays down on the bed. He presses several kisses to your lips, then he sits up with you and exhales.

“How was she while I was gone? What did you two do?”

“We went out for pizza and ice cream with Tess and Finn yesterday,” you say, and John smiles, “Then Tess and I went to the store and got some activities for the kids since it’s supposed to storm for the next three days. And today we just hung out at home and did nothing, really. Ro was good, of course.”

John tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “And how about you? Were you good?”

“Of course,” you laugh quietly, then you look over at John, “I’m always good though.”

“Ooh, are you sure about that?”

You laugh as you look at him, then you slouch, “I’m sorry, I can’t move on until we talk about what happened.”

“What?” John laughs, then he shakes his head, “What do you mean?”

“Are you going back?”

John furrows his brow, “Going back where?”

“Back.” you say, gesturing to his face, “Back to that!”

“No,” he laughs as he shakes his head, “Why the hell would I go back? I have everything I want here.”

You slouch more, “Because you did go back.”

“Just to help someone who really needed help.” he says, reaching for your hand, “That’s it. He just brought me for…back-up essentially.”

“Well, not really. Look at your face.”

John laughs, “Some little shit got the jump on me.”

You shift on the bed so you’re facing John, then you reach for his hands, “So you have no intention on going back?”

“None,” he says, shaking his head again, “Baby, I mean it when I say I am done with that life. I really am. I only went back because he needed help because…he wants to get out. He told me that he sees what I have, and he wants that.”

“I don’t want to have to constantly look over my shoulder when I’m out or have to worry about Ronan when we go to the store.”

John reaches over and cups your face, “You won’t, I promise.”

“I thought maybe you’d want to go back or something, like you’d realize you missed it.”

“How many times have I told you that I’m done? A lot of times,” he says, and you let out a small laugh, “I mean it, I am done. I know I went back but it was only to help someone. But I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and no one will ever hurt you and Ro.”

You nod, “The off-limits hit list.”

“Something like that,” he laughs, then he leans over to kiss you.

“Well, let’s see the rest of the damage.” you say, gesturing for John to take off his shirt. You move to sit behind him as he pulls it over his head, then you inspect his back for any injuries. None. You lean forward to look at his chest and find none, then you sit down behind him and wrap your arms around his waist as you kiss his back. “I love you, John.”

John leans back a little to look at you, and he smiles when you lean up to rest your chin on his shoulder, “I know.”

“Hey!”

“I love you too,” he laughs, and you lean down to kiss his shoulder.

You close your eyes for a moment as John reaches down to play with your fingers, then you inhale deeply, “You won’t make a habit of this, will you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good, because I need you more than other people do. Ronan and I need you here. I don’t want you running off every month because you have to help people.” you whisper, and John nods as he looks down, “I love that you want to help people, but this should be your priority; Ronan and me.”

John looks over his shoulder and shifts until he can see you, “And it is. You know that. You and her are the only things that truly matter to me.”

“We need you here and we need you alive.”

John chuckles a little, “I’m here and alive.”

“God, John!” you laugh as you lay back on the bed, “I want so bad to be mad at you but I can’t be!”

“Well, good!” he laughs as he crawls on top of you, and you wrap your arm around his neck, “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

You exhale sharply and hold his gaze, “Please don’t break my heart by making this a habit. I’m putting my trust in you that this won’t be a thing.”

“It won’t be.” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you. “I’m exactly where I want to be. I just wanted to help someone so he could get to where I am. It’s the best place to be.”

Your eyes soften as John smiles at you, and you pull him down to kiss you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You could totally be mad at him if you really wanted to be, but you trust him! You trust that he’s telling the truth and that he’s really just wanting to be with you and Ronan. The fact that John had enough in his heart to even help someone like that is truly amazing in the first place. Not that you doubted it, he’s just a great guy.

John keeps his lips pressed to yours as he leans up a little to pull your shorts off, then he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them before pulling his cock free from his boxers. He leans up a little and holds your gaze as he slowly rubs himself between your legs, and you whimper softly as your eyes roll shut when you feel the tip of his cock slowly sliding deep between your legs.

“This is exactly where I want to be,” he whispers, and you laugh against his lips.

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Leaning against the door frame, you smile as you watch John laying on his stomach while he plays with Ronan’s newest toy. She’s giggling at just about everything he’s saying and hugging him nonstop. You didn’t realize how much she probably missed him last night. It’s not often that she spends the nights without you two, except for Wednesdays with she’s with your parents. You let out a small laugh when Ronan gets up and crawls onto John’s back, and he gets on his hands and knees and crawls around the floor with her on his back.

A warm tear slides down your cheek as you watch them playing in the living room, and you wipe it away when John looks up at you. He immediately sits up a little more, grabbing Ronan’s hands so she doesn’t fall, and you shake your head and put your hand out to stop him from coming over.

“Keep playing,” you smile, and he crawls over to you with Ronan on his back. You kneel down and smile at Ronan as she clings to John’s shirt, then you lean over to kiss her cheek, “Is daddy being a horsey?”

John laughs, “Oh, I thought I was a dog.”

You laugh as you shake your head, “Who rides a dog?”

“Emily Elizabeth from Clifford.” he says, and you laugh. He furrows his brow and lets out a small laugh, “I never in a million years would have thought I would know what Clifford The Big Red Dog is.”

“Yeah, it happens.” you nod as you sit on the floor, “I found myself doing laundry the other day and singing the theme song from Bubble Guppies. It really sneaks up on you.”

John laughs, “Yeah, it’s pretty catchy. The part with the clapping and the bubble puppy.”

You help Ronan off of John’s back and watch as she runs over to play with her toys, then you lean back against the wall with John and smile when he reaches for your hand. He smiles as he holds your gaze, then he leans over to kiss you a few times.

“This is the best,” he whispers, looking over at Ronan as she bangs two plastic toys together. “Even though a headache is inevitable.”

You let out laugh as you nod, “Yeah, definitely.”

“Just me and my girls.” he whispers, and you lean your head back against the wall and smile at him, “The best.”

“I agree.”

John wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him, then he presses a kiss to the top of your head as the two of you watch your sweet little girl playing with her toys. Despite an impending headache, this moment couldn’t get any better.

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Can you do a Marty McFly x Reader, where the reader and him traveled back to 1955 together. Marty and the reader aren’t exactly together but they two idiots in love. But basically Lorraine doesn’t get the hint that these two are interested in each other so the reader is jealous but then some boy in 1955 flirts with the reader and Marty ends up jealous 😭. THANK YOU!!!!

Dance With Me

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite how rare it seems, don’t forget that jealously is often a two-way street.

WC: 1758

Category: Fluff

Oh my god… i’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been so caught up. But, I finally finished it so hopefully you like it!! (this is probably my favorite Marty fic I’ve written so far tbh).

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It was stupid. You knew it was. The entire scenario was ridiculous, and you felt stupid for letting it bother you so much.

Yet, the entire day, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. Even now, as the dance played on around you, you couldn’t keep the thought of how Lorraine Baines could be so oblivious.

Sure, she was with George… now. But before Marty fixed up the past, she was all over her son as if he were the best thing since sliced bread. It wasn’t even the fact that it was her son that was bothering you, although that certainly did play a part in it, no. It was the fact that it was Marty.

It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything, but you knew there was something. A spark, if you would, and it was a spark that made you want to pull him away from her and just tell him what was on your mind.

You weren't really sure when the infatuation had begun. It was as though a light had just flickered on one day, and suddenly, everything was different. Everything was Marty, your lazy lab partner.

Your eyes flickered to the man across the room. He was standing alone (for once) by the punch bowl, watching the dancers with a soft smile. Even now, Lorraine was still obvious to your connection. Though, it didn’t really matter since everything was fixed now. Her obsession moved on, and so should yours.

Still, your eyes drifted down to your shoes as your mind flashed back to the night before. You remembered the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his wrist and the way she pulled him closer to her, practically begging him to ask her to the dance. And he had, though only because it was the plan to begin with.

Your lips twisted down into a scowl, and you had half a mind to take her to the side and give her a piece of your mind. But why should you? What did it matter? It was over now, and there was nothing left to do but wait until the past was the past.

God, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to see Doc alive, Doc, and not worry about this crap anymore. You just wanted to be home.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The music seemed to swell around you, and you could hear the shuffle of feet as people danced around. It was almost overwhelming, and you wished you had a place to escape to.

When you opened your eyes, however, a face greeted yours, and a hand reached out toward you.

You blinked, looking up at the boy who was grinning brightly down at you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his smile bright.

It shocked you. In 1985, you were never asked to dance unless it was by a friend in an attempt to make you feel better. And while the boy standing in front of you wasn’t exactly the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, he was trying.

Your gaze shifted across the room, looking at the others. George and Lorraine were dancing, his hand low on her waist. Your parents were also dancing, as well as most of the students. And then there was Marty, standing alone, watching his parents dance.

It really was just you caring, wasn't it?

Your gaze shifted back to the boy, who was still watching you expectantly.

A sigh fell from your lips, and a small smile curled on your lips. "I would love to."

His smile brightened as he took your hand, pulling you into the middle of the dance floor. You glanced at the people around you, seeing their confused expressions and the whispers.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but the boy was quick to spin you around.

His hands found your hips, and yours settled on his shoulders.

The music slowed, but the song wasn’t as familiar. Your feet followed the rhythm, and the boy led the way.

"So," he started, a smile curling on his lips, "you don’t seem like the rest of the girls."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I get that a lot."

"Are you new to school?" he asked, his smile never wavering. “I’m sort of new too, just moved in the last year. I haven't seen you around."

"Oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, not wanting to explain the details of your situation. "I’m just visiting, though. Leaving tonight, actually."

"Tonight?" He looked surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.

"Yeah," you said. "But I think I'll be back soon."

"I hope you do," he smiled, and his voice sounded genuine. Now you wished that you could stay longer, but you knew that it wasn’t possible. "What was your name, by the way?"

“Can I bud in for the next dance?" a voice asked a familiar voice, a voice you would know anywhere.

Your body froze, the boy stopped, and the music halted.

Both of your gazes shifted over to see Marty standing in front of you with a small smile. One that held something more than just a friendly offer.

The boy glanced at you, his gaze questioning. Boldness was not his strong suit, and it wasn’t yours either, but you were a little less timid than he was.

"Yeah," you nodded, "of course."

Marty's grin brightened, and he quickly grabbed your hand, disregarding the “next dance” statement completely, forcing you to ditch the poor boy.

You felt a bit bad about the abrupt switch, but the feeling vanished when he pulled you against his chest, his hands on your hips, and yours around his neck.

"What was that about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Yeah," he nodded, "But remember what Doc said to us? He said that we shouldn't change anything. We don't know how this could affect our future."

"Or affect his," you pointed out, but he shook his head.

"He’ll forget about it," Marty waved it off. “Trust me, the guy's got enough on his mind right now; what's one more thing?"

“Would you?” Your words were quiet, and you didn’t really think that he would hear them. But he did, and his gaze met yours.

"Would I what?"

"Would you forget about it? It seemed as though you couldn’t handle the fact that I wasn’t dancing with you," you explained, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

"No, I-" he sighed, shaking his head. "Doc said that we shouldn’t change anything. I’m just following the rules."

You rolled your eyes, a scoff falling from your lips. "Since when have you ever listened to rules?"

"Hey, I listen to rules!" he defended, but his tone was playful, and the smile on his face betrayed his words. “And you're changing the subject."

"Am I?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "What subject would that be, McFly?"

His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly.

"How quick you were to dance with me," he grinned, his voice quiet, but you could hear the teasing undertone. “instead of the boy you were with."

"I don’t know what you're talking about," you scoffed, looking away from him, but the grin was still playing on your lips.

"No? Is my mother still on your mind, then?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"That makes me sound creepy," you said, scrunching up your nose in distaste. “Do you always have to word things so weird?"

"Do you always have to avoid the question?"

You were silent for a moment, trying to find a good response. "Yes."

His eyes brightened, a smile lighting up his face. "You are, aren’t you? You're still jealous of my mother."

"No," you groaned, shaking your head. "No, I'm not. I'm sorry, Marty, but I'm not obsessed with you like she is. Or was, or whatever. She isn't obsessed anymore, is she?"

"Not really," he shrugged, but his grip was still firm around your waist. "She sees me like a brother now, I think.”

“How’d that happen?" you asked, thinking about the dramatic change of direction, but you noticed how his smile faltered for a moment, a distant look clouding his features.

"Let’s… not talk about it," he shook his head, the smile returning to his lips. Something about that ordeal told you it was better left unsaid, so you didn't push it any further.

"Okay," you nodded, smiling. "I'm sorry, though, I guess. For being weird and all."

"No," he shook his head, pulling you in so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his every movement and his closeness. His hands were warm against your skin, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress.

"Save the apologies for when we get out of this nightmare," he didn’t elaborate on his words, but the thought of seeing Doc alive again, as if nothing had ever happened, made the smile grow on your lips.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. Your hands moved from his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning against your lips, and yours ghosted across his. Your heart was beating rapidly, and your palms began to sweat, but the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice. It was a reminder that you were there, dancing with the boy you loved.

And even though it was the 1950s, and neither of you would admit your feelings for one another, there was that awkward truth that lingered in the air. That spark, the one that pulled you together and ignited something that you were too afraid to admit.

You both were jealous of someone, a simple fact that would make the two of you laugh if only you both had the guts to admit it. But it was okay because this was the start.

You didn’t have to say anything. The music, the moment, was saying everything for you.

So you didn't say a word. Instead, you moved closer and let the jealousy fade along with the song.

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The day Peter became a father was the day that anything else he had going on ceased to matter. That included the building a pack thing Crystal had been pushing for. His daughter was his entire world and there wasn't a damn thing he wouldn't do for her. Even if it meant going against her mother and you didn't go against Crystal. Not if you valued yourself because that woman was a tornado ripping apart anything that got in her way. He was only sorry he learned that too late.

Having done his fair share of research on the law and finding the right representation, Peter landed himself in Alice Lockwood's office with no appointment and his young daughter tagging along.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Peter greets as he peaks in through the office door, voice apologetic. "Sorry to bother ya, I don't have an appointment or anything but I was hoping you could spare me a little time. In some desperate need of some help."

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