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“What? Is it too much?” You worry softly, not feeling used to the pink knee-length dress or the wool cardigan across your chest.

“No, no not at all, baby.” Marty jitters like he usually did when surprised, “You look good.. you’re just so hah.. h-”

“Marty?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful.” He practically whimpers, looking more desperate to please than you’d ever seen him.

He placed his head in your lap as you finished the makeup, a little lopsided smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. Your hand raked through his hair, causing him to purr subtly, “Mm.. feels good~”

You looked down occasionally to ask if he was okay, which he responded to with a little nod- but this time he spoke up.

“Yeah, fine baby.. just you know when we go back to 1985?” He sheepishly asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Bring this with you..” Marty softly instructed, his hands roaming your torso a little more as well as your legs.

“Okay, okay…” You chuckle softly, your hands equally on him now. Marty slowly stood to until he was level with your face before dancing his lips down your jawline.

With a little hiss, you tilted your head to give him further access.

“Oh god..” Marty groans against your skin. The desperation he clearly was struggling with was too cute to resist as you gently guide him to the bed.

“It’s better here, baby,” you reassured, kissing his tenderly as you lie on the bed, pulling him on top of you by the tie.

He landed with an oof, but quickly resumed kissing at your jaw and neck. All of a sudden, Marty’s hips meet yours as he presses down with need. He began rolling his hips against yours, creating friction between your clothed skin.

“Fuck, baby-” you hiss through your teeth, bunching up the dress around your waist. Your boyfriend eagerly helped, looking like you’d never seen him before.

“We’re gonna be late for the stupid dance,” he murmurs as his lips trail up your inner thighs. “Not that it matters. This is more important right now,”

Your head fell back against the pillow as soon as Marty reached your sweet spot, lapping up like a parched dog. Your face scrunched up in ecstasy as the grip in your partners hair tightened. He welcomed the pressure of your hand, liking the way you ground back into him.

“Keep going,” Marty groans lovingly, “god, you taste amazing.. fuck, (y/n) I’ve missed this…” while his moan was muffled by your thighs, you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and despite how dirty a situation was, Marty was hopelessly in love with you.

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The Basics

To start this off, I have to say it… dating Marty McFly is anything but boring.

Like, if you thought you were just gonna have a chill, normal relationship where you go on simple dates and hold hands under the bleachers, you clearly didn’t account for the fact that your boyfriend:

A) is a magnet for chaos,

B) has access to a literal time machine

C) thinks "thinking things through" is for other people.

Marty is the definition of the boy next door, except instead of knocking on your front door like a normal person, he’s 100% the guy who scales the side of your house at 1 AM just to say, "Hey, you asleep?"

Like, yes, Marty, I was… until you almost ate it trying to get through my window

He’s got that classic '80s heartthrob energy going on, too. He's charming and effortlessly cool (when he’s not wiping out on his skateboard, of course), and he is always looking for an excuse to show off. Don’t think he won't play your favorite song on his guitar just to watch you melt.

He will even pretend it was totally casual, even though you both know he spent an hour practicing it beforehand

He also gets so flustered when you compliment him.

Call him cute? He’s tripping over his words.

Kiss his cheek? He’s red for the next ten minutes.

Tell him he’s amazing? Oh, great, now he’s malfunctioning.

His Quirks & Habits That Drive You Crazy (In Love)

The window thing. This boy does not use doors like a normal human.

If it's a one-story house? He’s hopping right in.

Two-story? You better believe he's scaling the side like a reckless little gremlin. Bonus points if he does it all with a backpack full of snacks.

At this point, your parents have just accepted it.

He’s always late, but somehow makes it impossible to be mad about it.

Like, you’ll be standing there, tapping your foot because he was supposed to pick you up for a movie 20 minutes ago, and then he skids in on his skateboard, hair a mess, with some wild story about how he "almost got stuck in the past again."

And before you can even roll your eyes, he’s flashing that lopsided grin, holding out a milkshake he grabbed to "make it up to you."

How are you supposed to stay annoyed when he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the universe?

This boy also LOVES his mixtapes, and they are a whole experience.

Marty’s got this habit of making you these ridiculously heartfelt cassettes, labeled something cheesy like “Songs for My Favorite Person.”

It’s a mix of Van Halen, Huey Lewis, and some random deep-cut power ballad he swears "reminds him of you."

Half the time, you can hear him fumbling with the record button, muttering to himself about how he "messed up the order again."

Truthfully, It’s so endearingly clumsy that you can’t help but replay them until the tape starts to wear out.

He leaves random notes in the weirdest places.

You’ll open your locker and find a crumpled Post-it that says, "You looked cute today. Don’t tell Doc I stole his space pen."

Or you’ll reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a napkin with "Meet me at the diner later? :)" scrawled in his messy handwriting.

It’s like he’s allergic to calling like a normal person, but it’s so Marty that you keep every single one, even the ones that are half-illegible because he wrote them while running from something (probably Strickland).

And he’s zero chill when it comes to showing off for you at the arcade. Picture this:

You’re just trying to enjoy a slushie, and Marty’s over there dumping quarters into the pinball machine like it’s his personal mission to impress you with a high score.

He’ll nudge you with this cocky little "watch this" smirk, only to completely whiff it two seconds later.

But when he finally nails it? Oh, he’s turning to you with the proudest look, like he just saved the world, not just beat Needles score from last week.

At the end of the day, dating Marty McFly is like signing up for a wild, unpredictable adventure where you’re never quite sure what’s coming next, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He’s the guy who’ll drag you into the chaos of time travel, sneak you into the best (and worst) moments of history, and still find a way to make you laugh until your sides hurt, all while holding your hand like you’re his anchor in every timeline.