Marty Mcfly Headcanons
[Marty As Your Boyfriend]
A/N: This is dedicated initially to @moosieworld (love you Pookie 🫶🫶), but I figured I’d share this for those who’d appreciate it as well. This is also my very first time doing headcanons ever, so hopefully this doesn’t suck 👀
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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.
Sure, he’s a walking disaster half the time, but he’s your disaster, and every second with him feels like a song you never want to end.
