#back to the future imagines

[ash5monster01]

Can you do another Marty McFlyXReader where the reader’s parents recently divorced and Marty tries his best to cheer them up, but it kinda takes him a while to do so?

thanks!

The Best Comfort

Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of divorce, minor angst, dark thoughts, depressed reader, slow burn

Summary: When you learn some unexpected news you go to the only person who even has the slightest chance of cheering you up.

word count: 1.2k

Masterlist

It’s dark out, probably not the safest option for the walk you were so used to in the daylight. Yet your mind was numb, buzzing with information, and it seemed you couldn’t stop your feet from leading to your best friends. Every light is off in the familiar house but his bedroom window. Your heart eases as you lightly tap against the glass, the soft strum of his guitar cutting to a stop. You spot his confused face before he spots you, eyebrows easing the second he sees you. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he asks gently, quietly, and you realize you have no idea what time it is. Not even considering you both have school the next morning. Yet you can’t bring yourself to smile at him no matter how badly you want to. It was like going against habit. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” you ask and he quickly notices something is wrong, making quick work of helping you climb into the window. It was out of character for you to ever attempt sleeping anywhere but your own bed. 

Once you’re inside your shoulders ease, the warmth and familiar smell of Marty slowly brings you back to life. He’s already wrapping a blanket around your chilled shoulders as he watches you with concern. He doesn’t bother asking because he knows you’ll tell him. It was obvious you were processing something and he was at least aware enough to let you take your time. 

“Here, sit down,” he tells you, scooping sheet music off his bed and setting the electric guitar back in its stand. You offer a pressed smile as you sit down on his bed and he joins you, debating his next moves in order to comfort you without knowing what for yet. 

“My parents told me they’re getting a divorce,” you finally utter, looking at nothing in particular. Still numb because it had caught you so off guard. You never suspected there were any issues in their relationship. So how did any of this happen? 

“Hey, I’m so sorry” Marty is scooting towards you, concern and care filling each of his features. He's so kind but the reaction doesn't reach you like you want it to. You were seventeen years old, your parents had been together for twenty, so why now? What could have suddenly changed after so many years of happiness shared between you. Had some of those happy moments been a lie, a memory you cherished masked by some facade you couldn't see through. It felt silly to be so upset but they were your parents, your safe haven. Now you weren’t even sure which one you should go too. 

“It doesn’t make any sense, I mean just last week we took a trip to the old lakehouse. We stayed up laughing every night and they would slow dance on the porch. I feel tricked, like the rug has been pulled right out from underneath me,” you ramble, head shaking and eyes looking at nothing in particular while all those thoughts spiraling in your mind mush together. 

“Listen, it doesn’t have to make sense. People separate for all sorts of reasons,” he tries to explain but you're standing, the blanket falling from your shoulders and taking your spot on the bed. Marty watches you with concern and a bit of panic, hoping he can reel you in before he has to really worry. 

“Yeah, but not them! I mean it’s been twenty years. They’re best friends and never fight, at least not in front of me. They are good parents, the best,” you exclaim, almost determined to convince him like you were trying to convince yourself. I mean maybe you had gotten used to the way your life had been. You could have missed signs, not noticed certain reactions, too absorbed in your own little world to ever pay any mind. 

“And separating doesn’t change that. Did you at least let them explain?” but now your confusion and anger became directed at Marty, his accusation making it sound like you were a brat before ever hearing your parents out and only thinking of yourself. Yet had you heard a reason as to why? Suddenly you couldn't recall, all you knew is that when the words left your Dad’s lips everything went numb. You weren’t registering what they were saying, only a faint ringing in your ears as you sat there in shock. 

“That doesn’t matter Marty! I would have noticed, I should have noticed!” you exclaim, your eyes blurring over with tears. Sobs shake your body before ever coming out and Marty jumps to hold you. Shoving you into his chest while his arms wrapped so tightly around you, you were positive you couldn't breathe. It’s comforting, it’s what you had needed, but your heart was still broken. 

“This is not your fault, you don't need to understand it or blame yourself. You can let yourself be sad and process this on your own time. I will be here for you the whole time, you know that,” and his words calm your heart rate, soothing over your fresh wounds as you hug him tightly back. He had always been that person for you, an anchor in the storm, and it was no wonder you had found your way here while your body was on autopilot.

“I don’t want to be home right now,” you admit and he nods like he understands, a hand rubbing your back soothingly. You let out a heavy sigh, like all your worries were fleeting even though they were still there. He adores how comfortable you are with him.

“That’s okay, you can stay here as long as you like and if Lorraine doesn’t find out,” he jokes, using his mother’s name before guiding you over to his bed. He releases you only to throw a spare T-shirt and some sweatpants your way. You smile thankfully as he turns around so you can change.

“All set,” you say once you’re dressed and crawling into his bed. Marty smiles and picks up your abandoned clothes, hanging them over his desk chair before crawling into beside you. Once you were both tucked under the covers he turned to face you.

“Think you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod solemnly, already feeling better just by being with him.

“Yeah, I got you and pretty soon this will all be a distant memory,” you say and he grins, a hand reaching to brush some hair out of your face. Your eyes close at the touch and a part of you prays that one day, if you and Marty ever become something more, you won’t find yourself separating after twenty happy years.

“Yeah but right now it’s still fresh, so take all the time you need,” he whispers before clicking the lamp light off. You smile in the darkness and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and legs tangling together.

“I love you Marty,” you say and you feel his chin press against your head as a smile grows along his face. You’re content for now, as long as you’re with him.

“I love you more.”

[monobmp]

Today's doodles + BillFord I GUESS 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Does anyone remember that ONE Captain Underpants book where George and Harold messed with fucking time travel and met their future selves who were married with kids and had successful careers as comic book creators or was that a fever dream?

I like to imagine that in the canon universe the new Dog Man movie was initially drafted and submitted by George and Harold as a concept, thinking it wouldn’t be accepted but wanting to give it a shot anyways.

⬇️ This was the wildest thing ever to my 11 year old brain btw. So wild that I didn’t even register that Harold is canonically gay.

[fallenangelblade]

a grieving, haunted, restless dean winds up at a tattoo shop and gets the handprint inked back onto his shoulder

[neerbear]

this is gonna be me the SECOND they add Charles to the game

[on-leatheredwings]

yandere subversion tropes i like to think about

yandere that pushes reader to the edge, so reader snaps and kidnaps/imprisons them

yandere who stalks and surveils, not knowing the reader is highly aware of the fact and enjoys the attention

reader is a former yandere who resists their new yandere's advances at first, out of fear of rejection. once they feel it's safe to be emotionally vulnerable, the reader turns out to be much, much worse than their yandere

the yandere is the protagonist of the narrative, not the reader

reader already has a partner, so the yandere is initially jealous. but right before yandere manages to dispose of your partner, they end up falling for them as well (polyam ending)

yandere who's actually quite bad at stalking/sneaking around, so the secret spy!reader encourages them to do better by offering pointers

reader has been yandere's yandere all along, and is glad they finally got their yandere to notice them. reader pretends to be oblivious the whole time

[spacebubblehomebase]

Ah yes. Again with my random Merthur fanart that I periodically post for no reason, but this was mostly just me playing around with colors awhile ago. Really miss their Enemies-to-"Not if I die for you FIRST, you ARSEHOLE" dynamic! Still, if you're like me and you somehow never walked away from the accursed Lake Avalon, here's your occasional check up: You good, fam??? 👑🧙‍♂️✨️ -Bubbly💙

[thebatmqn]

i’m glad taylor said this because it’s actually something i’ve been wanting to talk about but haven’t, mostly out of fear of leaning too much (perhaps problematically) into a whole ‘mel needs langdon’ thing. but yeah, i always felt that there was a pretty clear difference between MCI mel pre vs. post langdon coming back in that he provided a much needed confidence boost. she’s very clearly nervous at the beginning of episode 12 when robby and abbot are explaining how things are going to go and she’s assigned leader of the yellow zone, but then she sees langdon for the first time after he was fired and she literally lights up, smiles so big after he offers the encouragement he’d been giving her all day. it’s like her entire demeanour changes right after; she’s more in control, taking charge, she’s the one santos and whitaker look towards for guidance in the middle of everything. i don’t know how much (if any at all) of this was on purpose on the show’s part (it could also just be her settling in after the initial chaos!), but if done intentionally, it’s such a neat detail! she was doing great regardless, obviously, but i think it helped her feel much more self-assured even if they didn’t share many more scenes together after the fact.

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : happy sion day ᰔᩚ

⟢ she keep me going .ᐟ

the lingerie was supposed to be a surprise.

a look-but-don’t-touch-yet moment.

but then he kissed you like he missed you from the other room, like the day wasn’t long enough to be apart. and your knees just sort of… hit the floor on instinct.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, head thrown back as your lips wrap around him. “you’re too good to me.”

your mouth’s full and your hands are busy- one pumping what you can’t fit, the other gripping his thigh to keep yourself grounded. it’s messy already, spit sliding down your chin, lipgloss smudged into a sticky ring at the base of his cock.

you’re trying to impress him. to give him something to remember when he closes his eyes tonight.

and you are.

but sion’s eyes catch something else- something behind you- and his breath stutters.

“fuck-”

you blink up at him, confused, lips still wrapped around his dick. he gently grabs your jaw, pulls you off with a wet pop, and angles your face toward the mirror on the far wall. your brows knit together, cheeks flushed, mouth shiny and open.

“look,” he pants. “look at yourself.”

you turn slightly, confused- until you see it.

your reflection. on your knees, back arched like a goddamn wet dream. and behind you, framed perfectly: the swell of your ass in that see-through lace, the way your thighs twitch every time you moan around him. and worst of all- the way your cunt clenches around nothing, desperate and fluttering like it misses him.

his cock twitches in your grip.

“you’re fucking dripping,” he growls. “sucking me off like a good girl but leaking all over the floor like you need to be split open. you like this?”

you nod, almost dazed. “i love it.”

“yeah? you like being seen?” he fists your hair, dragging your mouth back to his cock. “i’ll keep watching, baby. watch how pretty you look gagging on me.”

so he watches as your throat bulges, as tears glitter in your lashes, as your lips stretch around him. and behind you, the lace sticks tighter to your heat, slick making the fabric glisten. your hips grind subtly, needy, empty.

“fuck,” sion chokes out. “i’m gonna cum just watching you fuck yourself on air.”

you whimper around him, trying to take him deeper, and he loses it- hips jerking forward, hand tight in your hair, voice wrecked and raw as he spills down your throat.

you swallow all of it.

wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. blink up at him through glittering lashes.

he looks down at you like you’re a fucking miracle.

“get on the bed,” he growls. “mirror’s staying right where it is. i want you to see what i do to you. how good you are for me.”

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

they're bi4bi to me

[pinkssluv]

1980s time traveler Chris Sturniolo headcannons!

(2)

(This is inspired by the movie Back To The Future!)

Time traveler Chris who… met you by crashing the Delorean into your garage. (The Time Machine/ car)

Time traveler Chris who… insists on movie nights so he could see the “films of the future”

Time traveler Chris who… didn’t know how to tell you he’s from the future so you ended up finding out by searching up his name on Facebook… you found his junior

Time traveler Chris who… is only still in 2024 because doc (the scientist he is friends with) hasn’t been able to fix the Delorean

Time traveler Chris who… knows that he can’t stay in your time forever but avoids that conversation at all costs

Time traveler Chris who… steals your iPad to watch TikToks (he’s obsessed with them)

Time traveler Chris who… denies that he’s on TikTok but u find videos of him playing the filter games in ur drafts

Time traveler Chris who… makes playlists with you on Spotify and is excited to see your Spotify unwrapped at the end of the year (he has a pit in his stomach knowing he won’t be there for that long)

Time traveler Chris who… screamed and threw a VR headset off of him when he put it on in Target and saw a dinosaur running at him

Time traveler Chris who… often spends the night in your house so he’s not cooped up with doc (he claimed the left side of your bed as his)

Time traveler Chris who… has multiple crumbled papers in his own room of letters he’s wrote to try an convince you to go back to 1985 with him

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan is so much gayer than I would have ever been able to reasonably anticipate

[royaltea000]

Evolution

Some earlier concept sketches I loved but ultimately couldn’t do cuz there was just so much of it

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[crystallizsch]

yuusha loungewear??? i suppose???

+ more frozen references have at ye—

also the ghosts actually made the outfit for her using ramshackle's curtains and yuusha doesn't really have the heart to get a "better" one (+ she thinks there's nothing particularly wrong with it in her opinion anyway so why bother)

[sforzesco]

WINTER BREAK

much like marriage matches, the stakes are pretty high for getting into the cardinalate. you might be a little on edge if the brother that's been earmarked for the role isn't really jazzed about the whole thing, in addition to trying to convince the pope that it's in his best interest to let this happen.

A Renaissance Court: Milan Under Galeazzo Maria Sforza, Gregory Lubkin

eventually I'm going to get the whole cast of sforza siblings drawn. there's just. a lot of them.