#marty mcfly x femreader

[ash5monster01]

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

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

Thank you!

All of You

Pairing: Marty McFly x FemReader

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

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

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I believe you” 

[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

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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.”