the girls and gays are BEGGING for corruption part two đđ
okay girls and gays, gimme ideas
should it take place right after the first part? a few days later? weeks later? months?
should the reader be conflicted with what went down and the boys have to bring her out of her shell again? or should she get this small boost of confidence and maybe try initiating something herself?
Four Weddings, Three Baby Showers, One List - Wedding #2
A/N: omg hi everyone!! iâm sorry this took longer than i expected. iâve been trying to boot up my laptop for two days and finally just decided to post this on my phone. sorry if the spacing is all weird lol. itâs been so nice to hear from people who actually like my writing and seemed to miss it, so thank you 𼲠gonna try to work on the next trey thing soon, so stay tuned!
The baby shower was uneventful. You hated to admit it, but you missed Trey. You missed the warmth that radiated from him, the kind that always calmed you down. You missed talking shit about your old friends with him. Word had spread quickly about you and Treyâs ârelationshipâ. Kiana kept asking you where he was and you had to come up with an answer, since Trey didnât have the courtesy to give you a reason on why he couldnât make it. You settled on a family emergency, since it was the only thing you could think of. You only hoped word didnât get back to Randy and Sharon about your lie.
The week dragged on, each day passing at an agonizingly slow pace. Except for Kianaâs baby shower on Saturday, you hadnât left your house. You spent most of your days wallowing in your own self pity, either in your bedroom or rotting on your living room couch.
When your doorbell rang on Tuesday morning, it caught you off guard. Your mother was at work and hadnât informed you of anyone stopping by while she was away. You pulled yourself off the couch and dragged your feet to the door. The last person you were expecting to see on the other side was Trey, and he wasnât alone.
Next to him stood a slightly taller, lanky guy. He had a halo of brunet curls on top of his head. His eyes were pale green, hidden behind a pair of glasses that rested on the top of his nose. He flashed you a smile, showing the gap in his two front teeth. He was dressed in a plain grey tee and black basketball shorts.
Oh Jesus, Treyâs trying to set me up with this dork, you thought.
âHey, weâve been meaning to come by, but time just got away from me. This is Matt, my buddy from LA. Heâs working on the show with me,â Trey said with a hopeful smile as he introduced his friend. âHis familyâs in Littleton, heâs visiting them for two weeks.â
âOh, uhâŚnice to meet you,â you greeted softly.
âLikewise,â Matt replied, giving you a smirk as he looked you up and down. âNice outfit.â
You looked down, following his eyes. You were still in your pajamas - an old, tattered Broncos shirt that used to belong to Trey and a pair of checkered pajama shorts. You crossed your arms over your chest, since you just realized you werenât wearing a bra and flashing Treyâs friend during the first meeting wasnât the greatest first impression.
âYeah, thanks,â you said with an awkward laugh. You turned to look at Trey, who was giving you a slightly unsure smile. You could tell he was trying to gauge your reaction, wanting to see if you were still pissed from his âinsultâ at the pond. âIâŚmissed you at Kianaâs shower, but itâs good you missed it. It was super boring.â
Trey visibly relaxed, laughing softly. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned by your open door, âI could have told you that. I still canât believe she invited us, since we havenât been friends with her since fifth grade.â
âShe was probably hoping you were going to give her a lavish gift since youâre super rich in LA now,â you teased playfully.
Matt, who was watching the exchange between you, cleared his throat, getting Treyâs attention. He nudged him, motioning for him to say something to you.
âOh, yeah! Are you cool if Matt tags along with us to Davidâs wedding tomorrow?â Trey asked. âI think theyâd get along really well, donât you think?â
You looked at Matt, who gave you a slightly uncomfortable smile as he waited for your reply. You shrugged and looked back at Trey, âDonât see why not. We could really ruffle some feathers and say weâre a throuple.â
They both laughed, but the sound of Treyâs cackle carried above Mattâs softer, deeper laugh.
âYou guys doing anything? I was gonna try to start up my old NES and play some games,â you asked.
âShit, do you still have Punch Out?â Trey asked, an excited smile on his face.
âDuh,â you replied with a laugh. You stepped to the side, motioning for the men to come inside. âI cannot wait for Matt to watch me kick your ass.â
****
It was almost two oâclock on Saturday when the guys finally came by to pick you up. The wedding, which was David Porterâs, was going to be in his parentâs backyard. You were grateful for a more laid back party, since Kianaâs baby shower was held at her motherâs cold, stuffy lake house. You stood on your front porch, wedding gift for David in hand as you watched Matt and Trey walk across the street towards you.
They both looked handsome, but Trey was breathtaking. The blond hair looked so good paired with his more formal attire. He was wearing a white button up, which was tucked into a pair of black dress pants. A navy blue tie was hanging around his neck untied. You smiled, knowing he would need you to tie it for him. He hesitated for a second as blue eyes ran up and down your figure. Out of all the dresses you had packed for the summer, this one was your favorite.
It was a simple enough midi, slip dress with spaghetti straps. The fabric was a peachy pink color, with a floral pattern painted on the dress. You found it in a vintage store in Denver a few years back, when you were home for the holidays. This was the first time you actually got to wear it. You styled it with a pair of pink ballet flats and simple gold hoops. Your hair was down, natural. You kept your makeup to a minimum, since you knew youâd end up sweating it off on the dance floor later.
âHey, you guys look great,â you greeted as you joined the guys by your mailbox. âItâs nice to see you again, Matt.â
âYou too. You clean up nice,â Matt replied with a smile. He looked over his shoulder at Trey, who was still hesitating by the curb. âAre you coming or what?â
Trey snapped out of it, nodding quickly as he joined you and Matt by the mailbox, âSorry about that, zoned out a sec.â He gave you his full attention, his cheeks turning a rosy pink color as he met your stare, âYou look really pretty.â
You responded with a small nod and smile. The three of you walked to the next neighborhood over, where Davidâs parentsâ house was. As you walked towards the large, two story, pale blue home, you saw most of the guests had already arrived. You watched as a group of people walked through the side gate that led to the backyard.
Without speaking to the other, you and Trey interlaced hands, easily slipping into your âcoupleâ persona. Matt, who had been filled in on your agreement by Trey, was still caught off guard by the gesture. Heâd seen Trey with girls before, but this was different. Usually, Trey only hooked up with the occasional girl whenever they were out bar hopping or managed to sneak into a Hollywood party. He was always a little drunk. Matt wasnât just shocked that Trey was being romantic with a girl when sober, but he looked so comfortable with you, like your ârelationshipâ was the most natural thing in the world to him. Matt was also beginning to realize that most of the girls Trey did see back in LA all resembled you in one way or another.
As the three of you walked to the backyard, where the wedding was being held, Matt was determined to get to the bottom of your bond with Trey. This wasnât the average âfriendshipâ like you both insisted it was. This was something more and maybe he was the only one who was smart enough to realize it.
Out of all the events youâd attended this summer, this wedding was your favorite. All of your childhood friends were here and they were the ones you actually missed. The atmosphere was light and friendly, a far cry from the disaster that was Kianaâs baby shower the week before.
The backyard was beautiful. String lights were draped from the roof to the large trees that lined the fence. Tables with thrifted cloths covering them, childhood photos of the couple acting as centerpieces, it was perfect. If you ever got married, which you doubted, this was how youâd wanna do it. At home, surrounded by your loved ones, good food and booze.
Davidâs dad was the acting DJ for the reception, which meant he would switch the CD mixtapes when they were finished playing. Currently, James Taylorâs âHow Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)â was playing through the speakers beside the ice chests. A few couples were dancing by the altar, while the rest of the guests were mingling by the small buffet. The three of you were sitting under one of the oak trees towards the back, watching the party unfold in front of you.
âIâm gonna grab a drink,â Trey announced as he stood up. He leaned down, giving you a cheesy smile. âWould you like anything, darling?â
âWould you get me a beer, honey?â You replied, giggling as the pet name left your lips.
He flashed you a cheeky grin and shot you a wink before leaving you and Matt alone. You watched Trey walk towards the ice chests, grabbing your drinks. He ended talking with Davidâs dad and a few other guests, but you didnât mind, you didnât need the drink that bad. When you tore your gaze away from Trey, you jumped when you saw Matt staring directly at you.
âJesus!â you gasped, placing a hand over your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You laughed softly, trying to diffuse the slightly awkward moment between you, âYou scared the shit out of me. Do I have something on my face?â
âNo, sorry. Itâs justâŚI feel like I know you from somewhere. I swear, Iâve seen your face before,â Matt explained as he leaned back in his seat, his green eyes never leaving your face. They narrowed as he continued to inspect you. After a solid minute, he snapped his fingers, a smile breaking out on his lips, âThatâs how I know you! Youâre the dorky girl who lives on Treyâs desk.â
âExcuse me?â
âHeâs got this picture of you on his desk at the studio. He spends the better half of his day staring at it. I gotta say, Iâm glad you ditched the perm. It was not a good look for you,â Matt joked. âHow old were you in that picture? 12? 13?â
Even though the photo wasnât in front of you, you knew which one Matt was referring to. Your seventh grade school pictures, a terrible year for both you and Trey. He had a bowl cut, large front teeth, and a giant zit on his chin on the day of school pictures. You, on the other hand, were still committed to getting the horrible perms from your aunt in Lakewood. You had just gotten braces and glasses, a horrible combination to be dealt before middle school. Over the years, the pictures became an inside joke between you. You still had Treyâs picture in your wallet. You were glad you werenât the only one who had held onto it.
âTwelve,â you answered with a soft chuckle. âYeah, that was a bad year for both of us. Here.â
You reached into your small clutch and pulled out your wallet, opening it to show Matt the picture of Trey. He took the photo from you and laughed to himself, âWhat a dork.â
He handed you the photo after laughing at it for a minute or so. As you tucked your wallet back in your clutch, Matt stared at you again. He wasnât trying to remember where he recognized you this time, but he was trying to read you. He had been watching you and Trey the entire day and it only confirmed his suspicions that you two were not âjust friendsâ.
âHow long have you been in love with him?â
Mattâs blunt question caught you off guard, causing you to drop your purse on the grass, the contents scattering around your feet. You bent down and immediately picked up your things and shoved them back in your clutch.
âYou gonna answer that?â He asked after you remained silent.
You stood up, glaring at him, âYou donât know what youâre talking about, okay? Whatever you think you know after two days with Trey and I is wrong.â
Matt didnât back down, he stood up too, immediately dwarfing you with his tall, lanky body, âYou can lie to yourself all you want, but I know what Iâm seeing.â
You stuck your finger in his face, ready to argue with him, but nothing came to mind. When you didnât deny his claims, he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. Not wanting to be further humiliated by this guy you barely knew, you spun on your heel, walking towards the house. On the way to the back door, you passed Trey, who had finally managed to get away from Davidâs father. He looked at you with concern as you pushed past him, but he didnât follow you.
Trey walked to Matt, setting down the beers on the table, âWhat happened?â
âShe said something about needing to get something inside. I donât know. You better go after her. Iâll watch the drinks.â
Trey gave him a grateful smile, completely unaware Matt was the reason you were so upset, âThanks, dude. Youâre the best.â
Trey followed you to the house, stepping through the sliding glass door. He looked to the left and saw you in the kitchen, standing by the sink. Although your back was to him, he could tell you were upset about something.
âHeyâŚare you okay?â
You looked over your shoulder and wiped away the few tears that had escaped. You didnât want Trey to see you crying, especially when you were crying over him, âYeah, sorry, I justâŚneeded a minute. Iâll be out in a second, okay?â
âHeyâŚâ Trey said, his voice softer and more concerned after he saw the tears. He walked towards you, gently grabbing your shoulder, turning you around. âWhy the tears?â
âEveryone cries at weddings,â you replied, attempting to crack a joke.
He reached forward and stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remaining tears staining it. His hand moved down to your neck, his thumb gently stroking your soft skin, âNo more tears, okay? Everythingâs going to be okay.â
Oh, how you wished he was right. Everything was far from being âokayâ. In a mere matter of weeks, your friendship with Trey was ruined. What was once the easiest, most stable thing in your life was quickly turning into a giant mess. Why couldnât it be simple? Why was it so hard to just see Trey as a friend? Why were you crying over Mattâs dumbass observation? You never should have agreed to this dumb arrangement. Maybe if you two didnât have to act like a couple, these strange feelings never would have come to the surface. Things would have stayed easy, simple, stable.
You wanted to scream at yourself, at Trey, and at Matt. Youâd sworn off love a long time ago. You saw what it did to people, how it tore relationships apart, how it ruined things. You saw what it did to your parents, and yet, you let yourself fall in love with your best friend, the one person you truly trusted in this world. A summer full of seeing your old friends happy and âin loveâ wasnât supposed to change your stance on love at all. You were supposed to be stronger than this.
You took a deep breath as you tried to ground yourself back in reality. For tonight, you would pretend things were okay. It was the only way you were gonna survive the rest of the wedding. You would deal with the consequences of your actions later.
âOkay,â you sniffled, giving Trey your best attempt at a reassuring smile. You reached up, gently placing your hand on his arm, squeezing it softly, âThanks.â
You slowly pulled away from Trey, turning back around to face the sink. He watched as you turned on the tap and splashed your face with water, trying to hide the evidence of your tears. You thanked the gods that you wore waterproof mascara tonight, or else youâd look like a raccoon.
The two of you stood in the kitchen, the soft motown song filtered in from the backyard. You couldnât name the tune, but you knew you had heard it before. You looked out the window and couldnât help the smile that broke out on your face when you saw the couples slow-dancing to the song.
As you shut off the tap and dried your hands, you felt Trey place a hand on your arm. You looked over your shoulder, seeing him look back at you with a tender expression.
He exchanged no words as he gently pulled you away from the sink and to his arms. Your eyes never left his as he began to slowly sway you to the beat of the music.
âIâve got you,â Trey whispered, the tender smile never leaving his lips.
You werenât sure what he meant, but you nodded still. As you relaxed and grew more comfortable in the dance, you got closer to him. Your hands interlocked and rested against Treyâs chest. The warmth that radiated off him only pulled you in further. You allowed your eyes to close and your head to rest against his body. He sighed softly, gently resting his chin on top of your hair.
You werenât sure how long you stayed like this, for a song, maybe two? Eventually, Trey pulled back and looked down at you, his expression still soft and kind, but more playful than before.
âI know itâs technically your turn to choose the next item to check off the list, but I have an idea. Do you trust me?â He asked.
âIn theoryâŚâ you laughed softly.
Trey laughed too as he grabbed your hand and led you through the house. You had been here plenty of times as children, you both could remember the layout of the home with ease. Your curiosity grew as he began to lead you down to the Porterâs basement.
âHoly shit,â you breathed out as you stared at the basement.
The place was stuck in time, it hadnât changed at all from your memory. The tacky yellow wallpaper was still stuck to the walls, even if some of the corners were peeling. The shag carpet that was always somewhat damp was still beneath your feet. Breaking you out of your trance, Trey tugged you towards the linen closet to your left.
âIs thatâŚ?â
âYeah, wonder if itâs still relatively empty,â Trey chuckled softly.
He reached forward and opened the door, revealing the still baron space. You both filed inside, shutting the door behind you. You were about to ask what Trey had in mind, but when you saw him pulling the black marker from his pantsâ pocket, you understood.
â#13? Weâre gonna vandalize this closet? I donât think Mrs. Porter is gonna be thrilled.â
âItâs just the door, relax,â Trey said with another laugh, waving off your concerns. He scribbled onto the oak door first before offering you the pen. When you didnât take it, he rolled his eyes, âCome on, donât be a wimp. I bet you they wonât even notice this.â
You groaned softly, but accepted the pen, quickly doodling a flower along with your name on the wood, âThere. Happy?â
âVery much. Thank you,â Trey laughed, holding his hand out for the pen. As you tried to hand it to him, the pen slipped between your fingers and landed on the carpet below.
You both bent down in an attempt to pick up the pen. You cringed as you felt the damp carpet under your knees, but you were weirdly glad it hadnât changed.
Treyâs hand reached for the pen at the same time yours did, resulting in your hands touching. Neither of you attempted to pull your hands away. You looked up and shuddered when you were met with Treyâs pale blue eyes. The air in the small closet was suddenly thick and hot, making it feel impossible to breathe. You waited for Trey to stand up, laugh it off like he always did, but he didnât. He just stared at you, like he was waiting for you to run back.
Neither of you spoke for a solid thirty seconds. You just sat there, staring at each other. The air in the room continued to feel like it was about to suffocate you. Your throat was dry, every nerve in your body was on overdrive, reacting to even the smallest sensation. This small closet managed to send you back in time, to the first time you both were in here. You felt like a nervous 13 year old girl again, waiting for her friend to make the first move. You werenât sure why that memory kept coming back to you this summer, but it was impossible to escape it now.
Trey slowly leaned forward, only moving about an inch closer to you before stopping. He looked at you again, awaiting your reaction. He was clearly testing the waters. When you didnât pull away, he leaned closer, his face hovering about an inch away from yours. Trey moved his other hand to your face. He cradled your face softly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Maybe it was the beer you had earlier or maybe it was due to the deja vu taking hold of you, but you werenât waiting for him to make the move this time. You closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. Although you and Trey had kissed a handful of times this summer to sell your ârelationshipâ, this felt completely different. It wasnât for show, you werenât trying to convince anyone. The only people who mattered in this moment were the two of you.
Trey let out a soft groan as he felt your lips on his. He moved both his hands to gently grab hold of your waist, moving you to sit in his lap. The kiss was heating up faster than you could have imagined. The skirt of your dress was hiked up around your waist as you straddled Treyâs lap. He pulled down one of the straps to your dress, giving him ample space to pepper kisses across the soft skin of your neck and shoulder. Your fingers tangled themselves in his blond hair, tugging the strands in an attempt to further the exchange. He moved one of his hands from your waist to the small of your back, holding to flush to his body as he pushed his hips up into yours.
âTrey! You down here?â
You both froze as the sound of Mattâs voice echoed from the top of the basement stairs. Neither of you moved, not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves.
âTheyâre about to cut the cake. So whatever youâre doingâŚfinish up.â
As soon as you knew Matt was out of earshot, you exhaled deeply. You got out of Treyâs lap and stood straight, desperately trying to look presentable and not like you almost hooked up with your best friend in a closet.
Trey was silent as he got up and opened the door for you, allowing you to exit the closet. You returned to the party, managing to blend in with the other guests. You watched as Trey easily mingled with the other guests, acting like nothing had happened between you. You tried to enjoy the rest of the reception, but it was hard to relax when Mattâs eyes never left you. You could tell the fucker knew something was up by the way he just smirked at you. You were already looking forward to when he went back to Littleton and left your life for good.
I *think* Trey might be more into the whole "punishing" side of the daddy kink thing, like spanking and such đ I was kinda interested in seeing that in a fic but I also wouldn't mind something more soft and loving, Idk I think I would enjoy both approaches
OKAY I AGREE WITH THIS AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?
IMO this man, more or less, carries the weight of a studio, animated show, etc on his shoulders. when he comes home and is met with his girl/partner being a LITTLE SHIT? oh lord itâs over
buddy needs to take his stress out on something (consensually ofc) and his girl/partner is the PERFECT RELIEVER
I NEED a fic exploring Trey's daddy kink đ đđť I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but c'mon the man clearly has a thing for it and so do I lol
I FULLY AGREE WITH YOU THAT MAN IS SICK AND PERVERTED âŚ.and i like itđđđđ
okay daddy kink we all agree on. send me ur other hcâs for a daddy kink!trey fic and letâs cook something up
Miss maâam!!! Iâm so glad youâre back!!! Can we please have some sort of update for the âFour Weddings, Three Baby Showers and One Listâ please!!! Iâll give you my life!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
ARE YOU JOKING ME??? THAT ONE WAS MY PASSION PROJECT FOR SO LONG
but YES lemme see what i left off with and i will try to finish a chapter and pump it out
in the meantime, enjoy my pinterest board i made to inspire the ficđđđ
The walk through the country toward Hill Valley was full of awkward silence between Marty and Y/N. They could see in the distance the small town, looking almost unrecognizable to the Hill Valley they both knew. They eventually made their way to the town square. In 1985, it looked rundown and full of dying local businesses, but here, in 1955, it was so pristine. Y/N watched as Marty stumbled through the square, almost getting hit by cars and bumping into pedestrians. They both got odd looks, but she noticed she got longer glances than Marty. She looked down at her appearance and saw her jeans and beat-up sneakers. Compared to other women in the town, she looked so out of place. Her hair is messy, wearing sneakers and pants. Y/N looked up and saw that Marty was still stumbling, confused, but he had made his way to where the aerobics studio was in their time, but here it was Melâs diner.
She jogged to catch up to him, joining him at his side as he entered the diner. The bell above the door jingled, making the man behind the diner counter look up at them. He took in their appearance and scoffed. "Did you just jump ship, kids?"
Marty was still looking at the interior, taking in all the differences. He looked back at the man behind the counter, confusion and disbelief etched onto his face, "What?"
The man motioned to the puffer vests Marty and Y/N wore. His was red and hers was purple. "Those life preserves."
"Uh, no. We just need the phone."
"It's back there." Lou pointed towards the back of the diner, where a small phone booth stood.
Marty gently took Y/N's hand, guiding her to the small booth. On any other day, she would have yanked her hand back and told him to go to hell. But today, with their current situation, she let him hold her hand, needing comfort. They stepped into the phone booth, and Marty reached for the phone book, searching frantically for Doc's name. He flipped through the first few pages, his finger scaling up and down the hundreds of names that were printed. He finally found Doc's name, address, and phone number.
"Great, you're alive." Marty sighed, relieved.
"Of course he is, how old do you think he is?" Y/N joked.
Marty ignored her, dialing the number from the page. He rested one arm by the phone, impatiently waiting for the ringing to stop and to hear someone, anyone pick up. Y/N heard Marty's watch start to beep, and she grabbed his hand quickly, bringing her down to her waist, making it appear that he was holding her in a warm embrace. Lou walked past the teens, thinking he heard a noise but instead seeing the two cozied up together. He scoffed and continued walking.
Marty groaned and slammed the phone back into the receiver, "Damn it, he didn't pick up."
Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly, "It's okay, we'll just drive to the Brown Mansion. Can you rip out that page?"
He nodded, ripping it out and tucking it into his vest pocket. Marty pulled Y/N out of the booth and back towards the diner counter. At the counter, sat a teen boy, hunched over and slurping a bowl of cereal.
Marty pulled the page out and read the address again. He turned to Lou, "Do you know where 1640 Riverside..."
"Are you kids going to order something?" Lou said, cutting Marty off.
Marty and Y/N shared a look before shrugging. "Yeah, I'll take a Tab." Marty said.
"Kid, if you want a tab, you're gonna need to order something." Lou said, growing more and more annoyed.
Marty sighed, "Then just give me a Pepsi Free."
"If you want a Pepsi, you have to pay for it." Lou said.
Marty opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N cut him off. "Ignore my friend here, he hit his head pretty hard this morning. We'll take two coffees, please."
Lou rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed two cups of hot coffee. He sat them down on the counter less than gracefully, muttering to himself as he walked away. Marty, who was still grappling with the fact that he had successfully time traveled to the past, didnât even touch his cup. Y/N, on the other hand, forced herself to take a long swing of the bitter liquid. She was gonna need to be lucid if she was going to find Doc and get them home.
Marty let out a long sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. Both teens were so consumed in their own thoughts, neither of them noticed the boy sitting next to Marty, eating a bowl of cereal and holding his head in his hand the same way Marty was.
âHey McFly!â
All three of them, the boy, Marty and Y/N all turned around at the sound of the voice. Marty recognized this man immediately. Only he wasnât a man now, he looked no older than Marty.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He asked as he slowly entered the diner.
Thinking that the familiar bully was talking to him, Marty responded with a soft, âBiffâŚâ
Unlike Marty, Y/N had no experience with this âBiffâ in 1985. This was mainly due to the fact she was somewhat of a shut in, spending all of her free time working with Doc. But she didnât need to know this guy to know he was bad news. A cold shiver ran down her spine as he seemingly stalled towards Marty.
âItâs impossible.â She thought to herself. âThereâs no way anyone from 1955 could name, let alone recognize Martyâs face.â
âHey, Iâm talking to you, McFly, you irish bug.â Biff spat out, walking past Marty and towards the boy who sat beside him. He was clearly evading, eating his cereal, trying to seem relaxed and casual. But it was clear to anyone that he was terrified.
The boy finally turned around and greeted the bully and his goons. âOh hey, Biff. Hey guys. How are you doing?â
Now seeing the boyâs face, Marty felt his entire world shatter. There, sitting next to him, was his father, George McFly. He had to blink a few times to make sure his vision wasnât playing tricks on him. Heâd know his fatherâs voice and face anywhere, but he was still taken aback by how young he looked. Georgeâs âconversationâ with Biff sounded like garbled nonsense as Marty just stared ahead. He couldnât look away.
Y/N, who had never met either of Martyâs parents, still knew this was his father. She was about ready to grab Marty and force him out of the diner. All she could hear was Docâs voice in her head telling her all the dangers of messing with the space time continuum. She didnât want to imagine the repercussions this interaction could have on the future, on Martyâs future.
Biff grabbed Georgeâs head and knocked on the top of it repeatedly. âHello? Hello? Anyone home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. You realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? Iâll get kicked out of school. You wouldnât want that, would ya?â
George opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Biff reached forward and grabbed George by the shirt, growling out, âWould ya?â
âWell, of course not, Biff.â
âNo, no.â Biff replied mockingly. Suddenly, his attention turned to Marty, who was still gawking at the interaction. His eyes narrowed, âWhat are you looking at, butthead?â
One of Biffâs goons spoke up, commenting on Martyâs âlife preserverâ, making a dumb comment on how he was âafraid to drownâ. But Biff didnât seem to hear him. His eyes shifted from Marty, to Y/N. He looked her up and down appreciatively, nodding his head like he was impressed. She groaned as another shiver ran down her spine.
âWhat about my homework, McFly?â Biff asked George, his eyes lingering on Y/N longer than they needed to.
âUhâŚokay, Biff. Iâll finish that on up tonight and Iâll, uh, bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.â
âNot too early, I sleep in Sundays. Oh, McFly, your shoes untied!â George looked down at his shoes, only to get slapped by Biff. He laughed awkwardly as Biff and his goons chortled with pride. âDonât be so gullible, McFly. I donât wanna see you in here again.â
Biff and his friends began to walk out of the diner. He hesitated in the door, turning around to openly ogle at Y/N again. She grimaced and flipped her head back around, not wanting to look at creepy eyes any longer.
The diner grew quiet again after the bullies drove away in Biffâs car. George went back to eating his cereal, acting like nothing had happened. Marty slowly turned around and faced George, staring at him with a bewildered expression.
Finally, after a solid minute of Marty staring at him, George sat down his spoon with a clatter and asked, âWhat?â
Y/N was still thinking about the bully and his perverted stares. She didnât have time to shut Marty up before he sputtered out, âYouâre George McFly.â
âYeah, who are you?â He asked through a mouthful of cereal.
Before Marty could reply, Y/N quickly stood up and grabbed his vest and began to tug him out of the diner. George stared at the pair as they stumbled out the diner doors and back onto the street.
âWhat are you doing?â Y/N hissed at Marty, who was still looking at George through the window. She rolled her eyes and turned his face towards hers. âDo you realize what could happen by you two being in the same room together? Let alone speaking? You could cease to exist!â
âCease to what?â
âWe know nothing on how this shit works. So much as stepping on the wrong blade of grass in the past could alter the entire future. We need to keep our heads down, find Doc and get home before you wipe yourself from reality.â Y/N explained.
Her eyes narrowed at Marty, who was back to staring at his father through the glass. She rolled her eyes again and reached to yank him down the street and away from the diner, but he was quicker. Marty stumbled as he followed George, who had left the diner on his bike.
âHey Dad! GeorgeâŚ.hey you on the bike!â
Marty booked it down the street after George, who was clearly ignoring him. Y/N attempted to follow him, but she knew nothing was going to convince Marty to listen to her. She watched as the two boys disappeared around the block.
A teal car honking its horn at her broke her from her thoughts. She gave an apologetic smile before retreating to the sidewalk. The driver, an older man in a grey coat and hat, narrowed his eyes at the girl, seemingly disapproving of her attire.
As the car disappeared down the street, Y/N knew she had to start acting fast. She knew she had to find Marty before he royally screwed up the timeline and find Doc to send them back. But first, she needed to blend in.
Hours later, just as the sun was beginning to set in Hill Valley, Y/N had begun to comb the streets in an attempt to find Marty. Sheâd lost precious time from her impromptu makeover, but it allowed her to navigate the small city without standing out. She retraced their steps countless times, checking the town square about ten times, she even trekked it back to the Delorean hoping to find Marty there. After three hours of searching, there was still no sign of Marty.Â
After losing nearly all hope, Y/N wandered a random residential neighborhood, feeling equal parts defeated and hopeless. She wasnât sure if she was more disappointed in herself for letting Marty slip from her grasp, or for the fact she was caring this much about Marty McFly. Before today, she never thought twice about the skateboarding, guitar playing teen. Well, maybe she thought about him a little bit, but it didnât mean anything.Â
"That. That face. It tells me that you feel the same way I do whenever we touch."
Martyâs voice echoed in her head. She closed her eyes and leaned against a nearby oak tree as she tried to get a hold of herself. A shiver ran up her spine, but not the kind that Biff Tannen gave her back in that diner. This feeling was unknown to her, and it pissed her off. Her grandfather raised her to question everything, to look at everything through a scientific lens, but her pride was getting the better of her. If getting to the bottom of this unfamiliar feeling meant getting closer to McFly, sheâd rather stay far away from him.Â
A high pitched whistle paired with a loud roar of a car engine made her jump. Y/N opened her eyes and looked behind her, seeing a familiar black Ford Luxe approach her. The headlights flashed a few times, seemingly trying to get her attention. She pushed off the tree and began to walk away from the vehicle.Â
âOh come on, babe, donât be like that!â A voice called out to her.Â
Y/N was never an athletic kid. If she wasnât at school, she spent the bulk of her time shut in Docâs lab, tinkering with whatever device he had entrusted her with. If she could go back in time, which now she knew was an option, sheâd tell her younger self to jog every once in a while. Even with her adrenaline pumping, she couldnât outrun the car.Â
The tires screeched to a stop, the engine remained idle as loud, heavy footsteps began to approach her. Y/N barely had enough time to turn around before Biff Tannen grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against his body.Â
âWas wondering when Iâd see you again.â He said in a low growl.Â
She struggled against his iron grip on her, but it was pointless. This guy was like a tank, nothing could take him down. The same cold chill ran down her spine and made her skin crawl, and she could safely say the way she did not feel this way when Marty was gently holding her waist only hours ago. She made a mental note of that, but shoved it to the back of her mind.Â
âWould you please let go of me?â Y/N said with a soft grunt as she continued to struggle against the bullyâs grasp. âThis isnât exactly winning you any points with me.âÂ
Biff chuckled to himself, seemingly amused by her words, but he didnât relent. He looked her up and down again and his smirk grew at the sight of her polka dot skirt. âYou ditched the pants? I was just about to ask you how to get into them.âÂ
âUghâŚâ Y/N cringed. She felt Biff move one of his hands from her waist to the hem of her skirt. Before he could even get underneath it, she pointed at something behind him. âWhat the hell is that?âÂ
Biff looked over his shoulder and didnât see anything out of the ordinary. Just as his head turned back towards Y/N, she punched him square in the jaw. The punch was enough to throw him off his balance. She quickly pushed Biff off of her and booked it down the street.Â
Her feet carried her at a borderline lightning speed down the quiet suburban street. She didnât dare look behind her, she didnât need to see Biff catching up to her. As she turned a corner too sharply, she lost her balance and her body toppled over a small picket fence. She landed on a soft bed of damp grass with a loud thud.Â
âOh! Are you alright?â A soft spoken voice called out to her.Â
Y/N groaned softly as she wiped the grass off her skirt. A slender hand held out to her, offering to help her up. She didnât look up when she accepted the help, allowing the stranger to help her to her feet.Â
âThank youâŚ.â She murmured as she slowly looked up. Her voice faltered at the end and she felt her eyes widen with shock when she locked eyes with, âGeorge?âÂ
His cheeks turned a rosy pink color when she recognized him. George awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and avoided her gaze. âYou know me?âÂ
âYeah, I saw you this morningâŚat the diner. My, uh, my friend and I were there.âÂ
â...life preservers.â He said slowly as he met her gaze again. Y/N nodded and gave the very nervous boy a kind smile. His cheeks morphed from pink to a crimson red, but he held her gaze this time. George swallowed before taking a step forward, âAre you alright? What were you running from?âÂ
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but a loud roar of a car engine made her freeze. Without thinking, she grabbed the grey lapel of Georgeâs coat and yanked him towards a large tree. With her back against the trunk, she kept Georgeâs body close to her in an attempt to shield their bodies from view. She kept her head to the side, trying to keep a lookout just in case Biff were to spot them. Just as the sound of the engine faded in the distance, she finally looked back at George, who was staring at her like she was the first girl heâd everâŚ
âOh, shit.â She groaned.Â
âYouâreâŚreally prettyâŚâ George stammered out. Using her grip on his lapel, she shoved George back. He stumbled a bit, but still kept his eyes glued to Y/N. âDid you wannaâŚstay for dâŚdinner?âÂ
Y/N quickly staggered back towards the front gate. She struggled to open it, since she was too busy staring at George in shock. Her mind was running wild with a million different possibilities and she desperately tried to find a solution for each one. âUh, I gottaâŚI gotta go. ButâŚthanks.âÂ
The gate finally swung open and she quickly jogged down the street and away from Georgeâs house. She kept looking over her shoulder every so often, only to find George still staring at her. While looking behind her, she suddenly bumped into someone.Â
âY/N! Thank God!âÂ
She looked behind her to find Marty, alive and well, panting like heâd been running a marathon.Â
He looked her up and down and let out a breathless chuckle as he gestured to her new attire, âI see youâve been busy without me.â
âWhere the hell have you been? I was getting worried, asshole!â She hissed softly, slapping him on the chest once.Â
Marty looked behind him, like he was making sure he wasnât being followed. He quickly grabbed Y/Nâs hand and began to tug her down the street.Â
âWhat did you do?â She yelled as Marty began to run in a full sprint, dragging Y/N along with him.Â
âItâs a long story, okay? Letâs just find Doc and get the hell out of here!â He shouted back.Â
if youâre still looking for ideas.. fluff or smut hcs for matt? your trey ones were so good pls never stop posting
hello! matt stuff would be appreciated but i legit feel like i CANT WRITE FOR THAT MAN
i canât get my claws in him. i need to know how his brain works. i write for trey bc im a slut for him (clearly) but also bc i feel like i have an alright idea on his personality or at least what he used to be like
if any matt girlies can send me their headcanonâs for him so i can use it in my writing, itâd be appreciated!
so far i peg matt (hehe) asâŚ
-blunt
-rational, doesnât like things he canât explain or comprehend (like love hehehe)
