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Remember Me

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After getting to know the blast from the past — and came to the realization that you’ve developed feelings for him, it came crashing all down when he told you the one sentence you never wanted to hear.

WC: 1,540

Category: Angst, Slight Heartbreak

I finally wrote my boy!! It took a lot of days (mostly because I was unsatisfied and kept restarting from scratch) but I hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to reblog and leave me a few comments as well, I’d love to hear what your thoughts are!

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You still couldn’t believe your ears. You wouldn’t believe it. No way, no way was it over. No way, not now.

“I… uh,” He paused, his eyes cowering down to the floor as he said the words, “I fixed it.”

You remembered how your stomach dropped at that moment. How Marty had stood in front of you with a saddened smile, glancing up to wait for your response. You knew it was coming, knowing he had to go back to his time eventually, but this soon? He was leaving this soon? You had barely retained that his middle name was Seamus.

The past couple of weeks were the best weeks you’ve ever had. Martin had been a chaotic joy in your life that you were certain you’d never get again. It was at the point where he could cheer you up with just a flash of his smile, a gleam in his eyes.

When you met the boy, you immediately thought he was handsome. How could you not? He had light blue pearls for eyes and an amazing smile. He was a little on the short side, bouncing all over the mall parking lot in a fit of panic, but his fluffy hair and his outdated — yet stylish — clothes, made you forget the crazy.

Especially when he told you he was from the past — 1985 to be exact — and begged for your help.

You did not believe a single word out of his mouth, but you complied with the cuteness in his stuttered and shaken voice. It wasn’t until he showed you his box of collectibles, pulling out a hoverboard, that you realized he wasn’t actually crazy. He was telling you the truth.

He was born in 1967, making him about fifty-five from where you stood today, yet he hadn’t looked a day over eighteen; having the mind and physical appearance of a young adult. Hell, from a realistic point of you, he gained only a few months ahead of you.

At the moment, you were both around the same age. With that logic, it made you feel better about it when you’ve caught unprecedented feelings for the boy. For the longest time, you had believed that the shyness was because you rarely talked to boys, let alone hung out with them.

But you realized this to be more than that when he had pulled out your father’s old guitar from the garage. He was so geeked out by it, spending what seemed like hours perfecting its sound and tune, to play it for you.

He started to play Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne, a song that still carried popularity to it, and you knew. You knew you had fallen hard.

You remembered how his eyes were squinted down as he started, concentrating not to mess up. He’d glance up at you once or twice to make sure you were still there. Still listening. It was the way his hands mended with the strings, wearing a goofy-sided grin like a toddler faced with candy. His brown hair — greasy due to the humidity — flopped up and down as he tilted the guitar upwards at the sound of each beat.

After that, you spent every waking moment with him, every chance you got. You’d sneak him into your room at night, listening to his adventure stories and life of the 80s. He also gave you guitar lessons and performances in your garage. When your parents were out, of course.

But now those happy moments were glimpses into the past, memories never to resurface again.

Last night, the night he left, you felt mixed emotions. You were happy that Marty was finally being reunited with his family, you couldn’t even imagine being separated from your parents in a matter of forty years.

But Marty had become a big part of your life. From the first encounter, the first conversation, he already had treated you better than the people you called, “friends.”

You helped him out with the DeLorean, which you still couldn’t believe was an actual time machine, and he was overly grateful for it. For all of it. You couldn’t even remember the last time your friends even muttered a “thank you.”

It was a full moon that night, with stars that covered the entire sky. You had snuck out of your bedroom window, praying your father didn’t notice, as you walked side by side with the boy. You didn’t speak a word, only listening to the calming sounds of the gravel you shuffled about on.

Martin was dressed in the clothes he first appeared in, you were sure of it. Although you couldn’t particularly see the outfit, due to the darkness, you knew by the bulkiness. The kid wore a lot of layers.

The two of you didn’t speak another word until you got to the DeLorean. Stopping and pausing to look at each other. Of course, without a flashlight, the two of you only saw shadows. But as Marty opened the door to the machine, turning on the time settings and the “flux capacitor” as he called it, you could finally see his face. See his expression.

His eyes carried a bittersweet expression in them. His smile was forced and saddened. He felt exactly how you did, hesitant to let you go.

“You k-know…” He started, “You can, uh—“

“No, I can’t.” You stopped him immediately, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Don’t ask me to leave my parents, Mart, you know that I can't. I won’t. Plus, it can cause… what was it called? A paradox in the time-space continuum?”

“Yeah, but… but I could bring you back! Back to the exact moment we left. It’ll be like you never left in the first place. Your parents wouldn’t even know you were gone.”

“And what happens if you can’t, Marty? You told me all about your adventures, this thing seems to be a problem every time it’s used.”

“Then, I don’t know, problem solve? Fix it until it’s working?” He reached out and grabbed your shoulders, “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want to experience the 80s. I know you do, you bombarded me with questions about it.”

“I…. I can’t Marty, I don’t belong there.”

“Don’t you… don’t you care?” His voice had cracked. His hands fell to his sides. “I mean, Jesus, do you really just want me to go? Say “goodbye, future girl” and never look back?”

“I don’t know, I mean…?”

He started pacing around the car, walking in and out of the darkness. His hand was on his neck, as his other was waving around at you, pointing to no extent. “You do realize that I may never see you again, right? I mean, who the hell knows what happens to me in the future? I could be… dead.”

Your face fell, “Do not say that, Mart.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to say?” He glared at you, his light eyes shining with the moon glow. “I’m leaving in like, what? Five minutes? And you don’t seem to care.”

“I do care, Marty, I just—“

“Just, what? Why fight me on this?” He pointed at you, “You know… when normal people find out about this kind of stuff, they’re ecstatic! They’d get in without any hesitation. I mean, look at me, I did.”

“Well, you were being shot at, weren’t you? You kinda had to.”

“…maybe... but my point still stands!”

You remembered how the bickering between the two of you didn’t seem to stop, not for a second. You thought your parents would appear at any moment, coming to ground your ass for sneaking out.

Marty’s voice only got louder as he didn’t take kindly to your reasonable retorts. You were afraid if he kept it up, you would involuntarily accept just to get him to shut up. But, he eventually gave up, collapsing on the gravel. His jeans, without a doubt, collected all the dirt and dust matter.

You sat down next to him, staring at the stars. The silence was back, but it was peaceful. Serene. When you glanced over, you saw his eyes study the night sky.

They were already a pretty blue, but at night? They were interchangeably beautiful. They acted like the ocean waves, picking up all the reflections and shadows of the sky around. The color of daylight complemented the pale moonlight.

“Hey, Mcfly?” You muttered, pulling him out of the silence you’ve created.

He didn’t say anything, only turning to you with his beautiful pearls with curiosity. His eyes studied yours, causing you to hesitate slightly. A part of you allowed the thought to slip your mind.

“Nothing..”

The following night, you were currently rested against your window sill, looking out at the stars. Your arms were coddled together in his jean jacket. The jacket he had given to you just before he drove off, leaving you to find your way back home. It still smelt like him but you knew the smell would eventually dissipate. But the memories? You knew they would stay. At least, for a while.

You remembered that last smile he gave you, the last sentence before he shut the door…

“Remember me, yeah?”

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