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.
Synopsis: Doc is working on a side project when Marty arrives with something to get off his chest.
Notes: I wanted to write a short one off fic about Doc and Marty, something wholesome. Thank you to @mythical-bookworm for beta reading this and giving me some input.
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Late 1984
The sun had just sunk under the horizon as Doc fiddled with a contraption at his crowded work desk. Einstein was curled up by his feet, finally settled down after returning from their evening walk. This side project was nearly done, and he was determined to complete it so he could return his focus to his other creation.
Einie’s head perked up to a sound from outside that his owner hadn’t noticed. The door opened to reveal the doctor’s assistant, Marty, dressed in a standard black tux with a white button up shirt, accented by a red bow tie, which was already undone. His guitar slung over his shoulder. Einie got up and hurried over to the boy to beg for pets, which Marty half-heartedly obliged. Once he finished tightening a screw, Doc broke free from his focus to acknowledge his guest.
“Hey, Marty,” Doc greeted as he lifted his goggles from his eyes, “how’s it going?”
Without his assistant saying a word, he could tell the answer would be “not great”, based on the red flush on his face, how he slumped himself over to the couch and flopped face down onto it. The guitar’s headstock bonked Marty on the back of his head as he landed.
“ow,” Marty groaned into the cushion.
Einstein followed him like a shadow and rested his head by the teen’s hand. That was a sign to Doc that he needed to give Marty his full attention. He slid over to the boy’s side on his rolling stool.
“You alright?” The doctor asked as gently pulled guitar off Marty’s shoulder and moved it aside.
Marty mumbled something into the cushion, but Doc couldn’t understand him.
“I haven’t made a couch-mutter translator yet, can you sit up please?”
Marty lifted his head enough so he could be heard.
“I had a choir concert tonight and mom and dad didn’t come,” Marty explained.
Doc raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t know you were in choir. Doesn’t seem like…your style?”
“Yea,” Marty sighed, “I’m not a fan of the song selection, or the outfits, but since I’m the lead singer for my band, Jennifer suggested that I take it…figured it’d be a good class for me... plus she’s taking it too, so that’s some time we get to spend together.”
The old man nodded his head in agreement, “that’s a fair conclusion to come to. Was it a significant concert?”
Marty sat up and yanked his limp tie off, “not really,” he muttered as he balled up the accessory.
Doc gave a confused look, “So then…why are you upset that they were absent?”
“Because they’re never there!” exclaimed Marty as he threw the waded up tie across the room, knocking over a precariously stacked tower of scrap. Doc was startled by the sudden explosive noise that bombarded his eardrums and tried to muffle the auditory onslaught with his hands. Without a second thought, Einie got up and followed the trajectory of the tie.
Marty winced and slowly turned toward his employer, expecting to be scolded. Once the sound dissipated, Doc gradually uncovered his ears and looked towards Marty. He could already see the regret on the teen’s face, so there was no need to discipline him and make him feel worse than he already did.
“Nice arm,” the doctor joked as a sign of no ill will.
Marty slumped down in relief, “sorry…” He grabbed his head as he tried his best to choke back the tears.
Doc could tell this was much greater than just one missed recital. He shifted from his stool to the couch beside Marty. Doc began rubbing the kid’s back as he attempted to settle down.
After a few minutes of quiet patience, Marty elaborated, “Dad’s always had some excuse for why he can’t come…usually work...and mom…she’s too drunk to even remember when they are, let alone drive to the venue.”
Doc probed, “What about your siblings?”
“Dave works nights, and Linda couldn’t care less,” Marty sniffled, “I normally don’t mind, I’m kinda used to it, y’know? But while I was on stage tonight…looking out over the crowd…it kinda hit me that…this is my junior year, and I’ve never had someone out there rooting for me…and I started to think…will they ever come to my shows? Not just my high school performances, but beyond that. This is something I love…this is my future…and my family can’t even do the bare minimum…”
The scientist looked at his assistant with sympathy.
“I know how you feel…”
Marty glanced up toward his friend.
Doc sat back as he began to reflect on his own experience, “I was always excited for the annual science fair growing up. I’d work so hard on my project, planning a year in advance. My teacher would praise my research, and when the day of the fair came…I watched everyone else’s parents come up and admire their kids work…and my father…never showed up.”
Marty’s posture opened towards Doc a bit as he continued.
“I figured that he didn’t come because my project wasn’t impressive enough…so the next year, I’d work even harder. I’d aim to one-up myself, year after year. But no matter how outstanding my projects were…father still never came.”
The two sat in silent sympathy for a while. Eventually, the quiet was disrupted as Einie emerged from the clutter with Marty’s tie dangling from his maw. He proudly trotted over to the boy, and offered the satin strand to him.
Marty smirked as he took the slobbery tie, “thanks Einie,” he chuckled as he rewarded the dog with a head rub. Einstein’s tail cheerfully swept the floor, oblivious to the somber atmosphere.
Doc glanced towards his desk, and the device he was working on. Without a word, he returned to his station with newfound motivation.
Marty looked up, slightly confused, “Doc?”
“Hang on…I’m nearly done…” the scientist murmured, his focus locked onto the contraption.
“Done with what?” asked Marty.
Doc picked up the device and carried it over to a large box that was covered by an even larger sheet. It was so massive, it almost reached the ceiling. Between all of the other clutter in the garage, Marty hadn’t noticed it until now.
Doc ducked under the fabric, muttering to himself as he wrenched and screwed his contraption into place.
Finally, he exclaimed, “Bingo!” and emerged from the sheet.
“Remember that thing you asked me for?” The doctor asked.
Marty’s eyes lit up as he realized what was under the cloth, “You mean the-?”
Before he could finish, Doc dramatically yanked the sheet off, “BEHOLD!! One mega-powered amplifier and speaker! Made to order!”
Marty’s jaw hung open in awe. The speaker alone was taller than him. On the left side were countless knobs and dials.
“HOLY SHIT, DOC!!” Marty exclaimed, “This is amazing!”
Doc sheepishly smiled, “There’s only one thing left though…”
“What’s that?”
Doc picked up an aux cord and plugged it into the amp, “Can you give it a sound check?” he asked, offering the aux.
Marty’s grin was bright enough to light up the whole room. He jumped up from the couch, scooped up his guitar and took the cable from Doc. For the next couple hours, Marty performed a private concert for his scientist friend and his dog. He sang and played his guitar, doing covers of his favorite songs. Doc and Einie sat on the couch together, watching Marty dance around the garage.
After nearly exhausting his voice, Marty wrapped up his performance. Doc applauded as the kid unplugged his guitar and plopped down next to his friend.
“How’d it sound?” Doc asked.
Marty sighed, “Fantastic. Thanks again for building it for me.”
“No problem,” Doc smiled, “Would you like some chamomile tea for your throat?”
“Yes, please,” Marty said.
Doc got up from the couch and walked to the stove where he put the kettle on. As he waited for the water to boil, a thought floated across his mind.
“Hey…would it be okay if you gave me your concert schedule?”
Marty looked towards the doctor in surprise, “You serious…?”
Doc felt a twinge of embarrassment for asking. He was the town nutcase. It would be creepy if he just started showing up to high school recitals. Even if he was there with the pure intention of supporting his friend. While he didn’t care about what other people thought of him, Marty certainly did. The last thing he’d want to do is alienate Marty even more by being there.
“Ah, sorry, it was just a thought,” Doc began to backpedal his suggestion, “pay me no-OOF!!”
Before he could finish, Marty had rushed up and hugged him. The boy clung to him, face buried in Doc’s colorful Hawaiian shirt. Grateful tears began to soak his clothes. Marty didn’t have the words, but the scientist understood what he wanted to say.
Doc was one of the few people in Marty’s life who actively supported his dreams. His parents would have never gotten him a giant amplifier, let alone build one from scratch. Hell, they sometimes got annoyed with him just for practicing in his room a little too loud. To have his best friend in the crowd supporting him would mean the world.
Doc wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder and reciprocated the embrace.
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One Year Later…
It was a few weeks after Marty’s time travel adventure. His first performance since returning to 1985 was upon him. He was surprised to learn from his band mates that they earned a spot in the school talent show (another ripple in the space-time continuum, he figured).
Marty sat in the boys dressing room along side his band mates, tuning his guitar, his leg shaking with anticipation.
While he was excited to feel that rush from performing in front of a crowd again (a feeling he hadn’t felt since 1955), there was also a twinge of somberness. He hadn’t seen Doc since he disappeared in the time train with his family. No doubt the doctor was busy raising and supporting his own kids now. He probably didn’t have the time to come to his assistant’s shows anymore. While Marty understood that and held no hard feelings towards his friend, he would still miss spotting that white fluff of hair in the dark auditorium.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door.
“Pinheads, you’re on in 5,” a voice announced from outside.
“Thank you, 5,” one of the Pinheads responded.
All at once, the band stood up, gave their pre-show handshake, and shuffled out the door to the wings. Marty could feel his heart racing faster the closer they got to the stage. Once they reached the stage right side, the group watched the act before them, a pair of students dancing to a popular Madonna song.
They’re good, Marty thought as he quietly thumbed his strings, might be a tough act to follow.
Soon, their dance was finished, and the MC strutted to center stage with a mic stand in tow.
“Wasn’t that fantastic, folks? Kinda wanna hit up the mall after that performance, haha! Now, please make some noise for our next act, the Pinheads!”
The crowd cheered.
They were up.
Marty walked onto the stage, blinded by the bright lights. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out faces in the crowd. He scanned the audience, and was stunned by what he saw.
Sitting in the second row was Jennifer, his parents, siblings, and beside his father…was that familiar fluff of white hair. It was Doc and his family. All of them clapping and cheering for him. Marty was on the verge of tears. He couldn’t believe it. All of the important people in his life were here, rooting for him. He composed himself as he stepped up to the mic and took a deep breath.
Behind him, his drummer marked the time.
“One, two, three-!”
As soon as Marty began to play, everything else faded away. All he could hear was the second row, clapping to the beat. He couldn’t explain it, but the spotlights felt warmer that night.
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After the show, Marty was greeted by his entourage, everyone praising his performance. Clara had brought him a bouquet of roses, Jennifer hugged him and kissed his cheek. Jules and Verne excitedly jumped around, mimicking Marty’s dance moves while playing air guitars. His parents gushed over how talented their son was.
Doc offered to take Marty out for celebratory ice cream, to which he accepted. Even though it had only been a few weeks since he last saw his scientist friend, it felt like they had years to catch up on (which they probably did), so he was more than happy to take the opportunity to chat. Lorraine gave Marty a kiss before the group parted ways. He followed the Browns to their vehicle. The kids loaded up into their designated seats, and Clara climbed into the passenger seat.
Before Doc could get behind the wheel, Marty spoke up, “Hey Doc, thank you for coming…I honestly didn’t think you would.”
The doctor smiled, “Why wouldn’t I? I have a time machine, I have no excuse not to.”
Marty chuckled, “That’s true. I am surprised that my folks came…”
“What do you mean?” Doc asked, looking confused.
The boy raised an eyebrow, “They never came to any of my concerts before…” he gestured towards the Brown clan, in reference to their travels, “that.”
“Really?” Doc looked shocked, “I’ve gone to every one of your performances since, when was it? 1982, at least? And your parents have always been there. In fact, that’s where you introduced us. Is that not what happened before?”
The kid shook his head.
The scientist stood there and pondered, possibly panicking over the growing web of alterations to the time stream.
Marty quickly snapped him out of his existential spiral, “Hey, it’s okay, Doc. Don’t worry about it. I’d say this is a good change.”
Doc glanced down at his friend, before nodding, “I suppose you’re right,” he said as he waved the thought away, “C’mon, let’s go before the parlor closes.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Passing the Torch
Fandom: Back to the Future (AU)
Rating: K
Summary: [AU Roulette Assignment: Archaeologist AU] Esteemed archaeologist Dr. Emmett Brown has reached the point where he's ready to retire and leave the adventuring to someone else--thankfully, he stumbles upon a likely successor.
For @juneofdoom Day 27: "You're pathetic"
And the final of my @au-roulette assignments: Archaeologist AU
Pairing: Marty McFly x Fem!Y/N
Song Inspo: Marty McFly by Luke Christopher
Word Count: 1,728
Summary: You, Marty, and Doc Brown formed a formidable team. You were always by Marty's side, assisting with Doc's eccentric experiments. Unbeknownst to you, Marty shared your feelings but hadn't yet found the right moment to express them. He had planned to ask you out after Doc's latest experiment, but things took a dangerous turn when adversaries of Doc attacked, forcing you both to flee for your lives.
Warnings: sexual harassment, some violence (non-graphic)
Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)
"Marty! They're catching up!"
"I know, (Y/N)! Damn it, I know!"
Marty pressed harder on the gas pedal, accelerating rapidly. "Marty, wait! 88 miles per hour—" Too late. The next moment, you crashed into a barn.
You groaned and checked yourself for injuries, noticing Marty struggling with a hazmat helmet.
"I'll be quick," he mumbled through the mask. You waited anxiously until Marty returned to the car, gunfire echoing in the distance.
"What's happening?!" you shouted. "Hold on!" he replied, speeding away again with shots trailing behind you.
[ TIME SKIP AKA TIME TRAVEL ]
Marty drove to your neighborhood, but something was off. The area hadn't been developed yet.
"What should we do?" You asked nervously.
"I don't kn—Wait. Doc! We need to find Doc! It's his machine, he must know what's going on!"
"Marty," you interrupted.
"Come on, (Y/N)! We have to locate his place and—"
"Marty!"
"What?!"
You sighed deeply. "How about you take a moment to calm down. Clearly, we're not at home. Let's think this through. My 'uncle' Lou is at the café. Well, he's not really my uncle. Whatever. Let's check if we can use the phone there. We'll call Doc and see what he suggests. Sound good?"
Marty's expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Okay. Let's head to the cafe." He held out his hand to you, and you took it with a shy smile. Since you couldn't drive, you began walking together.
[ TIME SKIP ]
"What the heck?" Marty muttered under his breath. You shared his disbelief. This was surreal. It looked like... the 1950s.
"Marty...?"
He nervously ran his hand through his hair and scanned the town until his eyes fell on a trash can. He rushed over, picking up a newspaper. His eyes widened as he read, mumbling something you couldn't quite catch.
"What? What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, nerves and excitement mingling in your tone.
"1955, (Y/N)! We're—We're in 1955... Doc's machine worked."
Your mind raced as you tried to comprehend the enormity of the situation. "Oh my God. I—I haven't even been born yet! Well... that might not be such a bad thing."
"Ouch." Marty furrowed his brows at your self-deprecation.
"No, no, no. I meant for the space-time continuum. Two of us existing in the same time period. That's be catastrophic." Marty blinked at you, clearly speechless and impressed. "What? I listen to Doc."
The two of you chuckled a bit, cut short as the memory of Doc being murdered returning. Doc was dead, or he would be... in 1985. Meanwhile, the two of you were stuck in 1955.
Marty's expression shifted to a mix of determination and concern. "Come on. We've still gotta use that phone."
With that, Marty grabbed your hand and hurried across the quiet street towards Lou's Cafe, the familiar setting from countless retellings of his adventures. As you stepped inside, the nostalgic atmosphere enveloped you—the checkerboard floor, the red vinyl booths, and the jukebox playing tunes of an era long gone.
"Did you kids jump ship or something?" the man behind the counter asked, his voice a blend of curiosity and amusement.
"Sorry?" you replied, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected question.
"Well, what's with the life preserver?" he continued, gesturing towards Marty with a quizzical expression.
You glanced at Marty, realization dawning upon you. "Oh," you chuckled softly, "I just... he likes his vests."
"I just—uh... I need to use your phone," Marty stammered, eager to distract from any further questions about his unconventional attire.
"Sure. Right over there," the man said, pointing to a booth in the back of the cafe.
Before Marty left, he turned to you with a hint of urgency in his eyes. "Stay here for me. Okay?"
"Okay," you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind. "I swear, Marty, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get us home. I'll get you home," you added, trying to muster the courage you knew he needed.
Marty returned your smile gratefully before rushing towards the booth, leaving you to take a seat at the counter. You settled onto the stool, trying to blend in with the patrons who seemed oblivious to the temporal chaos unfolding around them.
A familiar figure caught your eye—a young man sitting just a seat away, devouring a sundae with gusto. "Hey, ice cream sounds pretty good," you mused to yourself, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in this surreal situation.
"Um, could I have a sundae?" you asked Lou, the man behind the counter, your voice wavering slightly with nerves.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," Lou replied warmly, reaching under the counter to retrieve a bowl and prepare your order.
Meanwhile, Marty trudged back from the phone booth, a sheet of phone book paper clutched tightly in his hand. "Hey, do you know where—" he began, only to be interrupted by the sudden swing of the cafe's front doors.
Your breath caught in your throat as you glanced towards Marty for confirmation. "Marty. I—Is that...?"
"Biff," he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched with apprehension.
The cafe seemed to freeze in time as a familiar, imposing figure entered—the swaggering bully, Biff Tannen. Minions behind him, his presence filled the room with a palpable tension, drawing the gaze of everyone present, including yours and Marty's.
"Hey, McFly! McFly, I'm talkin' to you!" Biff bellowed, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.
The young man at the counter turned around, and it hit you like a lightning bolt. It was George McFly, Marty's father, a timid and awkward figure caught in Biff's shadow.
"Oh. Hi, Biff," George stammered, his voice barely audible over the din of the café.
Marty's expression mirrored your own shock as you watched the scene unfold before you, the pieces of the past falling into place with eerie precision.
"That's George McFly," Marty whispered to you, his voice tinged with disbelief. "My dad." You nodded silently, your eyes locked on George's vulnerable form as Biff continued his relentless taunting. "M-My dad was a total wimp," Marty muttered, his shoulders slumped with defeat.
"Poor guy," you whispered sympathetically, unable to tear your gaze away from the heartbreaking sight.
"Hello! McFly! Anybody home?" Biff mocked, knocking on George's head with a cruel smirk.
"I see Biff's always been an asshole," you murmured to Marty, your voice tinged with anger and empathy as you witnessed the brutal bullying unfold before your eyes. Marty remained transfixed, his expression a mix of sorrow and frustration as he watched his father endure Biff's torment.
"What're you lookin' at, butthead?!" Biff sneered, closing in on Marty with malicious intent.
Enough was enough. You couldn't stand idly by while Biff continued his reign of terror, especially not aimed at Marty.
"Hey! Why don't you back the hell off, asshole!" You snapped, your voice ringing out in defiance.
Biff's gaze snapped towards you, his expression shifting from rage to something altogether more unsettling—a predatory glint in his eyes. He licked his lips slowly, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he moved towards you, his towering frame blocking your escape.
Fear gripped your heart, but you stood your ground, refusing to let Biff intimidate you any further. Marty got up to fight but Biff's gang held him back.
"Don't you touch her, you sick son of a bitch!" Marty yelled.
"Oh shut up, dip-stick. A pretty girl like this ain't gonna like a squirt like you. She needs a real man." Biff turned his attention back to you. "Ain't that right, doll face?" He smirked.
"That's actually insulting." You spat. "I'd rather lick the mud off my shoe then be anywhere NEAR you!" The fucking nerve this guy had. You tried to push him away, escape from his grasp, anything. But his grip on you was iron.
"You better watch your mouth! Just you wait, honey. You're gonna be beggin' for a taste of me." He said, sending sickly chills down your spine.
"Stop it! Leave me alone!" You protested as you squirmed with all your might. That must've set something off inside of Marty because he lost it and let loose on Biff's gang. Fists were flying and bodies were falling. Biff's head whipped to witness, loosening his grip, and you took the opportunity. The next fist you saw was yours meeting Biff's jaw and knocking him on his ass.
Before you could breath again, Marty grabbed your hand and RAN. He ran until the two of you were safe in a little shop Biff would never look. As soon as he was sure you were safe, he began checking you for any harm.
"Are you okay? Of course you aren't. I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Damn it. That just made me so mad to see him touch you like that. No one should be so damn disrespectful and- and touch you like that! I swear, (Y/N)."
"Marty."
"When I see him again I'll- I'll... I'll beat the shit out of him!"
"Marty!"
"(Y/N)! He's a total ass! He deserves to-"
You cut him off by grabbing his face and crashing your lips to his.
He was a bit surprised at first but quickly returned the kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and carefully pulled you closer.
By the time you pulled apart, you were both flushed in the face. You leaned closer and nuzzled your foreheads sweetly, running your fingers through his soft hair.
"W-What was that for?" Marty stuttered.
You pursed your lips as you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair again. You wanted to confess, tell him you liked him, Like, really liked him. You started it a stutter, a huge smile spreading across his face. You could sense he knew what you were going to say...
Until you heard someone clear their throat.
It was the store owner. She stood there with her hands on her hips and a small smirk on her face. Both yours and Marty's faces were red with embarrassment.
"S-Sorry, ma'am." You stuttered.
"Yeah. Sorry." Marty seconded.
With that, you two quickly shuffled out of the shop, holding hands, and running down the block. Meanwhile, the store owner watched from the shop window, a growing smile on her face.
“I promised you bears, Marty! I came back to give you bears!”
Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T (flippant discussions of violence/ illnesses, language) Genre: Meta, Parody Summary: In which I, a "seasoned" "whump" author, reunite with Marty in my infinite office building for another unhinged month of annoying albeit diabolical torment to celebrate my second year hosting June of Doom. The contracts are signed, and the Magical Reset Ice Cream is in the freezer, so let's get this show on the road!
Every once in a while i really get into the idea of wanting to make a BTTF fanfic and i start some really hardcore planing and storylining for a few days but then I ALWAYS get waaaay too confused with the cannon timeline and give up.
For example, last time i did this the main idea was a 2010/15 Marty (now of course the rockstar he always wanted to be with the right foot forward into his 40s) trying to contact and meet movie 2 future doc after doc promised him he will "Say hi to him when he gets there". I really thought this was a clever loophole for a continuation of the story after the pretty final ending of the time machine being destroyed.
THE PROBLEM WITH THIS IS THOUGH THAT THE FUTURE IS DIFFERENT ISNT IT?! Marty at the end of movie 3 gets over his weakness to being called a coward RIGHT? So that would change the future and his way of life possibly getting him to his dream of becoming a rockstar. But if the future is different... his son would never get into trouble because he possibly a) doesont even exist or b) theres no biff problem because marty is no longer a coward so he would never get into the trouble marty in movie 2 has to solve in 2015. So if marty junior doesont get into trouble, doc doesont neED TO GET BACK TO 1985 TO GET MARTY TO 2015 TO SAVE THE PROBLEM SO MARTY NEVER BUYS THAT SPORTS ALMANAC FROM THE ANTIQE STORE SO OLD BIFF NEVER GETS TO IT AND NEVER FINDS OUT ABOUT THE TIME MACHINE SO HE DOESONT CAUSE THE 1985 TIMELINE TO CHANGE SO MARTY DOESONT NEED TO RETURN TO 1955 TO FIX THE TIMELINE SO DOC NEVER ACCIDENTALY TIMETRAVELS TO 1885 AND MARTY DOESONT GET STUCK IN 1955 SO HE NEVER GETS THE 1955 VERSION OF DOC TO GET HIM TO THE WILD WEST SO HE DOESONT EVER SAVE DOCS LIFE AND DOESONT RETURN BACK TO 1985 TO GET JENNIFER AND THAT MEANS THAT
HE.
NEVER.
GETS.
OVER.
HIS.
WEAKNESS.
OF BEING CALLED A COWARD!!!
*sigh* so...if he never gets over his weakness...the 2015 marty shouldnt change... but if 1985 marty never meets 2015 doc the timeline MUST change.......
Maybe..maybe im glad Back to the future is only a trilogy. That way it makes at least a little more sence. Yea...
...its probably better that i never got to write a fanfic continuation or id go insane.
Hey sorry I’m so obsessed with your fic it’s just that it’s the first one I read upon getting into the fandom and it has now set my expectations unbelievably high. Hope you don’t mind <3
