#so doc's trying to get him out of there and marty's trying to let this chick down gently bc he doesn't want her to like. kill him or smth

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

Okay I saw more of your art and had to come back (if it’s okay)

Maybe this time….King Marty? Like in a kings outfit with the septor

and crown and stuff? Idk

no problem at all! i'm just happy you enjoy :D

anyone with any remote knowledge of historical dress from any vague period or region please avert your eyes.

[happy74827]

Can you do a Marty McFly x Reader, where the reader and him traveled back to 1955 together. Marty and the reader aren’t exactly together but they two idiots in love. But basically Lorraine doesn’t get the hint that these two are interested in each other so the reader is jealous but then some boy in 1955 flirts with the reader and Marty ends up jealous 😭. THANK YOU!!!!

Dance With Me

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite how rare it seems, don’t forget that jealously is often a two-way street.

WC: 1758

Category: Fluff

Oh my god… i’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been so caught up. But, I finally finished it so hopefully you like it!! (this is probably my favorite Marty fic I’ve written so far tbh).

『••✎••』

It was stupid. You knew it was. The entire scenario was ridiculous, and you felt stupid for letting it bother you so much.

Yet, the entire day, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. Even now, as the dance played on around you, you couldn’t keep the thought of how Lorraine Baines could be so oblivious.

Sure, she was with George… now. But before Marty fixed up the past, she was all over her son as if he were the best thing since sliced bread. It wasn’t even the fact that it was her son that was bothering you, although that certainly did play a part in it, no. It was the fact that it was Marty.

It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything, but you knew there was something. A spark, if you would, and it was a spark that made you want to pull him away from her and just tell him what was on your mind.

You weren't really sure when the infatuation had begun. It was as though a light had just flickered on one day, and suddenly, everything was different. Everything was Marty, your lazy lab partner.

Your eyes flickered to the man across the room. He was standing alone (for once) by the punch bowl, watching the dancers with a soft smile. Even now, Lorraine was still obvious to your connection. Though, it didn’t really matter since everything was fixed now. Her obsession moved on, and so should yours.

Still, your eyes drifted down to your shoes as your mind flashed back to the night before. You remembered the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his wrist and the way she pulled him closer to her, practically begging him to ask her to the dance. And he had, though only because it was the plan to begin with.

Your lips twisted down into a scowl, and you had half a mind to take her to the side and give her a piece of your mind. But why should you? What did it matter? It was over now, and there was nothing left to do but wait until the past was the past.

God, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to see Doc alive, Doc, and not worry about this crap anymore. You just wanted to be home.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The music seemed to swell around you, and you could hear the shuffle of feet as people danced around. It was almost overwhelming, and you wished you had a place to escape to.

When you opened your eyes, however, a face greeted yours, and a hand reached out toward you.

You blinked, looking up at the boy who was grinning brightly down at you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his smile bright.

It shocked you. In 1985, you were never asked to dance unless it was by a friend in an attempt to make you feel better. And while the boy standing in front of you wasn’t exactly the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, he was trying.

Your gaze shifted across the room, looking at the others. George and Lorraine were dancing, his hand low on her waist. Your parents were also dancing, as well as most of the students. And then there was Marty, standing alone, watching his parents dance.

It really was just you caring, wasn't it?

Your gaze shifted back to the boy, who was still watching you expectantly.

A sigh fell from your lips, and a small smile curled on your lips. "I would love to."

His smile brightened as he took your hand, pulling you into the middle of the dance floor. You glanced at the people around you, seeing their confused expressions and the whispers.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but the boy was quick to spin you around.

His hands found your hips, and yours settled on his shoulders.

The music slowed, but the song wasn’t as familiar. Your feet followed the rhythm, and the boy led the way.

"So," he started, a smile curling on his lips, "you don’t seem like the rest of the girls."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I get that a lot."

"Are you new to school?" he asked, his smile never wavering. “I’m sort of new too, just moved in the last year. I haven't seen you around."

"Oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, not wanting to explain the details of your situation. "I’m just visiting, though. Leaving tonight, actually."

"Tonight?" He looked surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.

"Yeah," you said. "But I think I'll be back soon."

"I hope you do," he smiled, and his voice sounded genuine. Now you wished that you could stay longer, but you knew that it wasn’t possible. "What was your name, by the way?"

“Can I bud in for the next dance?" a voice asked a familiar voice, a voice you would know anywhere.

Your body froze, the boy stopped, and the music halted.

Both of your gazes shifted over to see Marty standing in front of you with a small smile. One that held something more than just a friendly offer.

The boy glanced at you, his gaze questioning. Boldness was not his strong suit, and it wasn’t yours either, but you were a little less timid than he was.

"Yeah," you nodded, "of course."

Marty's grin brightened, and he quickly grabbed your hand, disregarding the “next dance” statement completely, forcing you to ditch the poor boy.

You felt a bit bad about the abrupt switch, but the feeling vanished when he pulled you against his chest, his hands on your hips, and yours around his neck.

"What was that about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Yeah," he nodded, "But remember what Doc said to us? He said that we shouldn't change anything. We don't know how this could affect our future."

"Or affect his," you pointed out, but he shook his head.

"He’ll forget about it," Marty waved it off. “Trust me, the guy's got enough on his mind right now; what's one more thing?"

“Would you?” Your words were quiet, and you didn’t really think that he would hear them. But he did, and his gaze met yours.

"Would I what?"

"Would you forget about it? It seemed as though you couldn’t handle the fact that I wasn’t dancing with you," you explained, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

"No, I-" he sighed, shaking his head. "Doc said that we shouldn’t change anything. I’m just following the rules."

You rolled your eyes, a scoff falling from your lips. "Since when have you ever listened to rules?"

"Hey, I listen to rules!" he defended, but his tone was playful, and the smile on his face betrayed his words. “And you're changing the subject."

"Am I?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "What subject would that be, McFly?"

His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly.

"How quick you were to dance with me," he grinned, his voice quiet, but you could hear the teasing undertone. “instead of the boy you were with."

"I don’t know what you're talking about," you scoffed, looking away from him, but the grin was still playing on your lips.

"No? Is my mother still on your mind, then?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"That makes me sound creepy," you said, scrunching up your nose in distaste. “Do you always have to word things so weird?"

"Do you always have to avoid the question?"

You were silent for a moment, trying to find a good response. "Yes."

His eyes brightened, a smile lighting up his face. "You are, aren’t you? You're still jealous of my mother."

"No," you groaned, shaking your head. "No, I'm not. I'm sorry, Marty, but I'm not obsessed with you like she is. Or was, or whatever. She isn't obsessed anymore, is she?"

"Not really," he shrugged, but his grip was still firm around your waist. "She sees me like a brother now, I think.”

“How’d that happen?" you asked, thinking about the dramatic change of direction, but you noticed how his smile faltered for a moment, a distant look clouding his features.

"Let’s… not talk about it," he shook his head, the smile returning to his lips. Something about that ordeal told you it was better left unsaid, so you didn't push it any further.

"Okay," you nodded, smiling. "I'm sorry, though, I guess. For being weird and all."

"No," he shook his head, pulling you in so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his every movement and his closeness. His hands were warm against your skin, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress.

"Save the apologies for when we get out of this nightmare," he didn’t elaborate on his words, but the thought of seeing Doc alive again, as if nothing had ever happened, made the smile grow on your lips.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. Your hands moved from his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning against your lips, and yours ghosted across his. Your heart was beating rapidly, and your palms began to sweat, but the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice. It was a reminder that you were there, dancing with the boy you loved.

And even though it was the 1950s, and neither of you would admit your feelings for one another, there was that awkward truth that lingered in the air. That spark, the one that pulled you together and ignited something that you were too afraid to admit.

You both were jealous of someone, a simple fact that would make the two of you laugh if only you both had the guts to admit it. But it was okay because this was the start.

You didn’t have to say anything. The music, the moment, was saying everything for you.

So you didn't say a word. Instead, you moved closer and let the jealousy fade along with the song.

[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

Masterlist

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” 

[rose-of-pollux]

SO

Saw BTTF the musical two times in as many days (originally was supposed to see just today’s matinee, but I arrived early enough yesterday to be like “This is my last chance, why not see it twice?” and saw last night’s show, as well. Behold, the highlights—

I saw Roger with Casey last night and Roger with JJ Niemann today; Casey and JJ are both amazing Martys

Roger has a new bit as Doc; after saying he remembers vividly what happened on November 5th, he just spaces out momentarily trying to recall until he is successful. Took me by surprise and I was cackling, but thankfully I was far from the only one 😆

I thought I was prepared for the Main(e) house bit. Casey threw in a random nonsequiter into it: “My grandmother is a psychiatrist.” It was SO out of left field that Roger broke, which prompted a “Why are you laughing, Doc?? This is serious!!” We are all laughing at this point.

Roger got his revenge in the next scene, throwing out a random “Your great-grandmother taught me yoga.” The randomness of it coupled with the lore implications made me let out the most ungodly shriek of laughter; I was in row three—there was no way they missed that, and if either of them end up seeing this, I am so sorry 😅

In both shows, there was a lesbian couple at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Would they have been realistically out in 1955? Probably not. Was it still awesome? ABSOLUTELY. Also kudos for having Strickland, of all people, not even batting an eyelash and instead continuing to police the heterosexual couples.

JJ had his own banter going with Roger, which was also great—there was an extended “Wait, what?”/“Weight?? What??” routine that was just as priceless.

I was also cackling at Roger basically chasing JJ around the DeLorean when he had the plutonium in one hand, waving him away with the other. 100% in character for both of them.

Added angst, which I am also always here for: just after Doc tears and trashes Marty’s warning note and just before the cable snaps, when JJ did the “I’ll tell you straight out!” line, Marty grabs Doc by the shoulders, and Doc responds by just shoving him away in frustration. Like this has to be the first time Doc, his mentor and best friend, who has been nothing but supportive and encouraging up until now, has ever done anything like that—and Marty doesn’t even get the time to process that, as the cable then snaps and they have to split up. But that moment is now Canon to me, and I absolutely have to pick it apart in a future fic.

There was an auction after the show for two puffy red vests signed by the whole cast with the proceeds going to Broadway Cares Equity Fights AIDS—the winning bid was $1500 for each one, far more than I could’ve afforded, so kudos to them, at any rate.

…I did, however, make a smaller donation to get a full-cast signed Playbill, which I shall treasure always.

As I guessed, as sad as I am about the show leaving Broadway, I know I will carry the inspiration it gave me forever 💜

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part III, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 2: Doc tells Marty to kill a man

• Something interesting in the novel is that, after Marty finds Doc’s tombstone in the cemetery, he doesn’t go straight to yelling for Doc like in the movie. Instead, he actually stops to consider if he should say anything at all—on account of Doc always warning him not to share too much information about the future. Strikes me as un-Marty quite frankly. That’s not something he’d stop to have second thoughts about.

• After Doc reads the tombstone and panics a bit, he expresses his confusion over who Clara is. Marty suggests that she might be a girlfriend, and this reply “—seemed to upset Doc even more than the gravestone.”

And although it takes away from the seriousness of the overall situation, I do find it kind of hilarious. Yeah, whatever, shot in the Old West. A GIRLFRIEND??! The horror! I love Doc.

• I really do like the novelizations because of all the little, unnecessary extra info they offer. For instance, we find out that Doc and Marty are able to access all the newspapers and documents in the City Hall Archives so late at night because Doc is friends with the night watchman named Charlie. The two of them have a shared love for the Old West, so Doc is able to talk him into letting him and Marty in. It’s not important to know this, but I like knowing it. I want to know more about night watchman Charlie and what he and Doc talk about.

• They discover the photo of Doc at the clock tower and it says, “Doc felt a sinking feeling inside his Hawaiian shirt.” Fantastic line.

• Doc briefly considers what might happen if he himself went to 1885 to rescue his older self but decides it’s much too risky. And now I can’t stop imagining a version of Part III where 1955 Doc tags along for that week in the Old West. What would that have looked like?? I’m fascinated by this concept now.

• I like this exchange:

“Hey, Doc,” he asked, “you think I’ll get a chance to ride a horse? I used to ride at summer camp. I was pretty good, too.”

Doc smiled at that. “I don’t see why not.”

• I am just now realizing that this book uses single apostrophes for when people are speaking. This must be another U.K. thing since that’s where this book was printed. Was tickled by the spelling of “maneuver” as “manoeuvre” before.

• Hey, there’s a hug at the drive in just before Marty takes off for 1885! No fair!! The movie just gives us that moment where Doc sets his hand on Marty’s shoulder and wishes him luck. Bogus.

• Okay, so, Doc also gives Marty a little speech that begins with “I know I’ve cautioned you about interfering in events of the past—” and THEN he says that if something goes wrong and he still ends up being shot, he wants Marty to “—get that son of a bitch who does it.”

HELLO?? That certainly changes the tone of Marty’s send-off now doesn’t it? Doc straight up telling Marty to avenge him. Alternate version of Part III where Doc still dies and Marty follows 1955 Doc’s wish and spends the rest of his life in the Old West trying to track down and take out Buford.

• Marty sees the grizzly bear and the book says, “’Yaaaah!’ Marty remarked.” And idk, “remarked” is a funny choice for someone screaming in terror.

• Instead of immediately tumbling down that little cliffside and landing unconscious on the McFly Farm, Marty actually walks through their land a bit. In fact, it’s noted that he walks very carefully through the rows of green plants, afraid of accidentally squashing anything. That is SO Marty. Just ran for his life from a bear, is tired and afraid, but still so polite and considerate of the crops he knows are important to someone. He’s such a darling.

• “He squinted at the smaller of the two buildings, the one with the smaller door, fit to let humans in and out, rather than that place with the big doors for wagons and farm animals. That meant that this was the farmhouse, the other building the barn. Marty was very proud he had figured this out.”

Amazing news, everyone. My darling boy is also BRILLIANT.

• Unfortunately, Marty only has like 2 seconds to be proud of himself because he falls down the cliff two sentences later. In fact, he's so locked in on the farmhouse and barn that he just doesn’t register the fact that the ground suddenly ends a few feet ahead of him.

• As Marty lies there, rapidly succumbing to his most recent head injury, he thinks, “It was nice, being on his back. It meant he didn’t have to walk anymore. Maybe he should close his eyes. Maybe he would never have to walk again.”

…y’all, I think he’s DYING.

And we’ll leave it there for now. We get Seamus and Maggie next!

[mischief-tea]

More BTTF fanfic ideas! Just throwing them into the street and seeing if any of you crazy seagulls wanna carry anything off like a French fry...

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Helen of Troy

(Fic of one-shot about how Lorraine is the catalyst for so many of the men in the story’s actions)

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Clara adjusting to being in the 20th century fic

It's not the first time she's left everything behind.

(Parallels: coming out west/leaving her time - she already didn't have much to lose)

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Marty adjusting to life in 1985B, siblings trying to suss out each other. Series of one-shots from both timelines.

(I know some fics kinda explore this but most of them aren't actually sibling-centric)

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Fuck it. Verne/Marlene 2015.

(Pure crack I swear but would be SOOO funny if someone wanted to take it seriously)

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Marty Jr gets a better name now that Jennifer and Marty have some pre-existing knowledge.

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Lone Pines Marty gets swapped with Twin Pines Marty on return and has to deal with his whole life being destroyed/figure out how to survive in this timeline with no hope of ever repairing it.

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Biff in the Hell Valley timeline creeping on the McFly family before George’s death.

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Baines family history always gets overlooked - I can only assume this is because they weren't in Hill Valley until the 40s or 50s (no sign of them in 1931) - what if something else crazy happened?

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Something something stuck in the 60s with Uncle Joey (baby Dave)

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Marty being faced with the fact that this is NOT his Doc. His Doc died in the first timeline and the one he knows, who he first met in 1931, is thrice removed from the one who didn't turn him away when he broke in at age 14 on a dare from Needles, who gave him a place to go when home wasn't an option, helped him fix his busted amp when he was 15, who freaking taught him to drive! 

He knows he'd still die for his best friend, he's already done so a couple of times, he knows. Not that he remembers but he can make a pretty good guess.

But sometimes Doc acts like his timeline is the only one and that… that he knows Marty in ways that feel disingenuous to who he is NOW. He's not sure how to feel about a lot of it. Jen says his music is getting “a little weird, Marty, if I'm being honest”

Finally blows up about it… at Clara.

Doc would never let him unpack any of it - he was good at a lot of things but the man's unhinged way of dealing with life extended to feelings.

Clara let's him finish blowing up. Gets him some tea. And says

“Tell me about him.”

Getting to know an alternate universe version of her husband via his best friend.

Marty gets to grieve a little, and learns from Clara that his best friend isn't that different after all.

[moxxpoxx]

there is so much horror that comes with being marty mcfly.

in one night he sees his best friend get shot down and die in front of him. then when he tries to get help for him he’s blasted back thirty years and is like instantly shot at. he ends up fucking with his family history by getting hit by a car and his own mother falling for him. the only man who can help him shuts him out at first because he doesn’t know him yet. marty must’ve been terrified to be stuck in a nightmare of a life and scared doc would be gone from his life in more ways than one. if doc hadn’t told him about how he made the flux capacitor that very night and had gone back to the exact day doc came up with it he never could’ve gone back. but even with docs help he has a week to force his parents together and needs to time the delorean to get powered by the lightning PERFECTLY! not to mention how he starts fading from existence on stage and just barely survives. (and that’s only the first movie)

the boy almost dies so many times within the span of a few weeks!!! it’s just a little over a few weeks that he’s jumping through time to try and not die and not lose doc and his universe. he’s shot at so much, jumps off a building, is almost hanged, hit by cars and barely avoids being hit by a car, is locked in a trunk, AND ALMOST FADES FROM EXISTENCE!!! (absolutely forgetting some things because it’s been a bit since i’ve seen the sequels) throughout all of this he’s barely getting rest and is in near constant stress. if he messes up even a little, either he’s dead or someone he loves. marty is still seventeen and has gone through more than any adult ever should. he has so much he needs to work through but who would even believe him besides doc and jen?

marty can never go home. everyone he knew is gone and now he’s in the shoes of a boy he doesn’t know. he has to be the boy that everyone around him knows and not the actual guy he is. his home is gone and marty is all that’s left. his house is full of strangers that don’t know their son is gone and that marty is in his place. even if his home life is better now there is not really a way for him to get back what he lost. he’ll remember it for the rest of his life (unless we have the fun idea that his memories are slowly rewritten to fit the current timeline. but THEN we have to deal with the horror of knowing your memories are going away and being replaced and you can’t do anything to stop it and someday everything you knew is gone and you’re a whole other person).

and don’t forget about the people around marty. the twin pines mcfly family has lost their son forever. we don’t know if another marty ever comes home, but it still won’t be their son. if no marty ever comes then he’ll never come home and they’ll never see him again. he’ll be missing or presumed dead. to them he just went to bed one night and was gone. that combined with docs death and knowing he was close with him wouldn’t seem like great odds. jen will have lost her boyfriend and can never see him again. nobody will ever know what happened to him or where he went. and if someone like lone pines marty ended up in the twin pines timeline somehow it would still be just as tragic. his good homelife is ripped away and doc could still be dead.

his parents don’t have their son anymore, doc won’t have his friend anymore, jen won’t have her boyfriend anymore, but they have a stranger in his place playing the part until he adapts to the timeline. he’ll act off for a while and they won’t know why since they don’t know the horrors he’s gone through in the past two or three weeks. and jennifer finds out about time travel later and marty would probably tell her about everything and letting her know he’s not the same guy. what could she even think? she loves marty, she always will, but something about knowing the man you loved is gone (even if there’s another marty in his place) is still awful to think about.

it would be so strange for doc too. when he first meets marty (in lone pines marty’s life) he’s met him before but also hasn’t. he met twin pines marty thirty years ago and is now meeting a slightly different boy thirty years in the future. he can’t act like he knows him because that could fuck with the timeline. he has to pretend he’s never met him and never missed him so that the timeline can continue smoothly.

i’m including the video game because i want to. marty is barely older and doc has been gone for a whole six months. he loses his best friend for months and then docs stuff is being sold since he’s presumed dead. then the delorean shows up and aparently he’s dead again, putting marty in the position where he needs to save doc yet again. he gets attacked and is almost shot (again) and is held at gunpoint. then when all seems safe and they’re heading home he starts to disappear again. i can’t stress how horrible it would be to see yourself being erased in front of your own eyes, your flesh fading from this timeline and barely holding you together.

episode three of the game has always stuck with me for how frightening it would be to see your best friend fade from existence and you end up in a hellish timeline where you never knew him. he crashes into a billboard (the amount of head trauma is another big thing he goes through) and jen is the only one who can get him down but she hates him. marty’s two friends, the closest people to him either hate his guts or doesn’t even know who he is. he truly loses everything in that timeline. the delorean is wrecked yet again and hill valley is some dystopia disguised as a utopia. the man who helped marty through everything is gone and doesn’t even want to see him, dogs are fucking banned from town so einstein (the most helpful guy in the game istg you couldn’t do it without him) is also gone, and the smallest things can get him in trouble. he can’t even give jen a quick kiss without being given a lot of demerits.

of course he gets out, but he leaves with citizen brown, not doc. citizen brown is forcing emmet to be what he wants and is endangering everything for marty. it gets to the point where marty has to almost suffocate emmet so citizen brown finally gives in and emmet gets away. and even though citizen brown was not doc, he still kind of was to marty. when the timeline is fixed yet again citizen brown fades from existence right in front of marty’s eyes but not before getting hit by a car to save marty. he stays there beside him in his final moments nearly crying and holding his hand desperately trying to assure doc he’ll get him to a hospital and that he’ll be fine before he eventually fades fully. even though citizen brown doc caused so much trouble for marty, he was still doc. his friend. and he lost him again. (until a different doc comes back for marty but he still has seen the death of his best friend WAY too many times)

TL;DR marty will never have his life back and no therapist can help him <3

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '24 ⸺ 「 1 / 31 * RED-LETTER DATE 」

“Hey Doc? I wanna ask you something.” 

Emmett doesn’t pop his head through the doorway to acknowledge his friend, too focused on topping off one of the mugs of hot chocolate with a generous helping of marshmallows, but he does shout, “Of course, Marty,�� into the air. “You know you don’t have to ask. Let me bring Verne his cup and then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

Marty makes a vague noise that many years of friendship has taught Emmett means sure thing, Doc, and it takes him barely three minutes to drop off the hot chocolate to Verne, who smiled like it was Christmas morning when he saw the mountain of marshmallows floating at the top, and join Marty in the living room, carrying the tray with their own drinks. He passes one of them off to Marty who accepts with a smile and a nod and then takes a seat opposite him, fixing him with an expectant look.

“So, what did you want to ask me?”

Marty’s eyes immediately drift to the shelf, where Emmett and Clara’s small assortment of family photos sit, arranged in elegant wooden frames. In the centre is a black and white photo that has started to yellow around the edges, looking paradoxically fragile and yet able to withstand even the most rigorous tests of time, holding onto that frozen memory for all eternity. Emmett turns his head to follow Marty’s attention, his eyes alighting on the single photo he expects will be the topic of their conversation.

Ah. Out of all of them, there is only one Marty was never able to be present for.

For once, Emmett manages to look perfectly natural in a photograph, even dressed to the nines in a sharp suit. His smile stretches from ear-to-ear, making him look at least ten years younger, and though his face is angled away from the camera, his eyes are bright and alive, brimming with love and warmth. Marty could even imagine the photographer trying to get Emmett’s attention, demanding he look at him for the photo, only for every single word to go in one ear and straight out the other when Clara was standing beside him, smiling, the picture of radiance as she regards her husband with the same fond warmth. Her wedding dress was no more intricate than any of the outfits Marty had seen her wear during his few days in the Nineteenth Century, yet it seemed to be made for her and her alone, perfectly tailored and somehow able to put even the outfits of royalty to shame.

If Clara was the sun, Emmett was the moon that revolved around her. In that single moment, forever frozen in time, they were the only two people on Earth. 

“I had been wanting to ask for a while, but–”

“No, no, of course. You didn’t get the chance to see it, and I’m sorry for that, so I’d be happy to fill you in on the details.”

Marty curls his fingers around the warm mug, shuffling somewhat in his seat, and Emmett waits patiently, noting each one of Marty’s nervous habits as they arise. There are a hundred and one things Marty wants to say, Emmett can see them written across his body, written into every small movement, and, equal and opposite, there are a thousand things Emmett wants to say in return, things he makes an effort to hold back until Marty speaks first.

“I’m happy for you two, Doc–really, I am. Clara’s–well, Clara’s amazing. And I’ve never seen you so happy before. I was afraid that–” Marty shakes his head, his eyes focused on the photographs. “When I first saw the picture, I was…” He forces a laugh, but there’s no humour in it and Emmett would know that self-depreciatory tone anywhere. 

“It’s stupid, I know. I didn’t realise it at first, but I was jealous. Can you believe that, Doc? My best friend is happy, he’s got a family for Christ’s sake, and I was too busy at first being afraid that now you’re–you’re just gonna forget me because you’ve got Clara and the boys and the house and there wouldn’t be a place for me.”

Emmett’s eyes widen despite knowing the blow was coming and before he can open his mouth, allow the words that have been building up on his tongue to break free, Marty shakes his head and continues, reinforcing the wall and keeping the words at bay just a little longer.

“I know what you’re gonna say, Doc. I already said I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t help feeling that way. And I should have asked you about your wedding and everything a lot longer ago but I-I just couldn’t. And that’s fucking stupid, right? I want to know because I couldn’t be there for you and you’ve always been there for me.”

Marty’s words are a blade driven straight through his chest, each word twisting that razor-sharp blade a little more. He can’t help the pang of guilt he feels echoing in his ribcage, scraping against the bars of a prison he will not allow it to escape from, not now. This conversation was a long time coming–he’d almost expected it sooner rather than later, but he knew better than to push, knowing Marty would open up when he was ready–but no amount of anticipation could have prepared him for the blow that hearing it put to words would strike.

The Time Machine’s destruction had not been an accident. Everything had been carefully orchestrated to prevent any further corruption of the timestream, to spare himself the temptation–the broken heart–of trying to go back against all rational, scientific thought.

Ultimately, Marty couldn’t stay in the Nineteenth Century, not if he wanted to live a normal life, not if he wanted to be happy. And he couldn’t allow Marty to become another unsolved disappearance, leaving the McFlys to wonder and agonise over their youngest son who vanished from the face of the Earth without a trace.

Emmett may not have planned to stay, but even he couldn’t predict Clara’s intervention. 

Life had to go on, even under extreme or difficult circumstances. There was only one choice available, then.

Still, Emmett doesn’t hesitate.

“Marty, I could never forget you. Whether we’re in the same time period or separated across the timestream, you will always be my best friend. And I will never stop caring about you. I know things have been busy lately, both for you and for me, what with your college courses and the boys’ schooling and Clara’s acclimation to the Twentieth Century and making the necessary repairs on the house–” Emmett stops himself before he runs off the entire list of seemingly infinitely-growing projects on his list. 

“The point is, nothing is going to change that. And I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel neglected or unwanted at any point, because that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Marty nods, finally pulling his eyes away from the photo to take a good long look at his best friend. 

“I know, Doc. God, I know. You must think I’m an asshole.” 

“You’re not an asshole. Far from it.”

Marty actually smiles at that, swirling his hot chocolate carefully in the cup. “So… You’ll still tell me about your wedding day?”

“Of course I will, Marty.” Emmett pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression working its way over his face. Then, he smiles, almost conspiratorially as he recalls something of particular note. “The minister certainly wasn’t pleased when we changed until death do us part to something a little more fitting–until the end of time—”

@bttfdoctober

[radarsteddybear]

[For the Anastasia AU ask game] Back to the Future? (I mean, did you expect anything else from me...?)

Send me a piece of media and I'll tell you how I'd do an Anastasia!AU for it!

Oooooh, that's going to be tough because I've only seen the film once and that was probably...somewhere around 10 years ago? But let's give it a go. (I apologize in advance if this doesn't actually fit.)

In order to keep the royalty element, I'd stick Marty and co. in a fictional country that recently overthrew their monarchy and replaced it with communism. The country is buzzing with the rumor that the youngest of the king and queen's three children survived. Meanwhile, Marty, as above, has amnesia and is trying to eek out a meager living while trying to piece together who he is, only having bizarre flashes of memory fragments to go off of--fire, nearly being run down by a strange-looking car, blinding flashes of light, the sound of tires squealing against the pavement. He arrives in this fictional country's version of Twin Pines, where he finds himself drawn to Doc, former Scientist to the Crown, who's now working as...something that is definitely not science and is unquestionably beneath his ability/skill level. Doc, much like Marty, exists on the fringes of society as the sort of person that everyone else tends to avoid because they're different and weird and tend to say stuff that doesn't make any sense and are probably doing things that could probably get them in a lot of trouble with the law. Which Doc is, by the way. Doing things that could get him in a lot of trouble with the law, I mean. Idk what he's doing exactly (probably multiple different things), but he's doing it to earn money to fund his scientific experiments and hopefully get out so he can relocate to somewhere he can have the freedom to pursue his scientific endeavors.

Now, this next part's a bit tricky, because Doc is, at heart, a very kind person who would absolutely never intentionally do anything that would ever hurt his good friend Marvin (or whatever the heck's going by at this point in time), but let's see if we can make this work. Soon, what remains of the government in exile announces a monetary reward for whoever finds the Lost Prince, Marty McFly. This gets Doc's brain going, and he starts to put some details together in a rather "I've connected the two dots/you haven't connected shit" sort of a way. Dates line up, places line up, and the kid even sort of looks like the lost prince. And if he is the prince, the reward money is more than enough to get Doc (and Marty, because Doc doesn't really think through the idea that Marty being the prince would lead to their separation) out of this fictional country and set them up with the tools and equipment to do Science™️. Doc uses his knowledge of palace life to teach Marty how to be a prince as they make their way towards Fictional Country #2 where the government in exile is currently exiled. Marty slowly begins to regain more and more of his memories, though they don't paint the happiest picture.

After they arrive in Fictional Country #2 and start to prepare to meet with the Fictional Country #1 Government in Exile (which is mostly going shopping for snazzy new clothes), Marty starts to realize that, this whole time, Doc has been more motivated by money (and freedom) than by the idea that Marty actually may be the lost prince, that Doc has been twisting the facts in his mind to fit the picture he wants to paint. And Doc starts to realize this, too, and he is absolutely horrified because, again, he'd never do anything to hurt his friend, and now...he has.

And just before realizing this, Doc also realizes that, if Marty is the Lost Prince (which Doc hopes he is, after all this), Marty is going to stay in Fictional Country #2 to take his place as the exiled king leading Fictional Country #1's government in exile as well as take his place in Europe's royalty. Sure, maybe they'll still get to see each other here and there, but it'll never be the same; they'll never again get to live in the same world.

Marty is understandably angry and decides he needs his space. Doc decides that the best thing he can possibly do is respect this, so he wishes Marty the most genuine, heart-felt "good luck" he can and starts making arrangements to return to Fictional Country #1 (because without the reward money, he can't afford to start a new life in a new country; there also a definite element of some self-flagellation in there as well).

I guess Biff gets to play the role of Gleb, working as an agent for the government of Fictional Country #1, which has a vested interest in not having any of the members of its former royal family return from the dead. Biff's mission is to either bring Marty back to Fictional Country #1 to be made an example of (if he's not the lost prince) or kill him (if he is). So at this point, Biff has been following Marty and Doc for their entire journey, and this is the moment he chooses to make his move, having determined that Marty is, in fact, the lost prince, and therefore he needs to die.

Marty, of course, isn't going down without a fight. The ensuing fisticuffs somehow catch Doc's attention, as he's still nearby and hasn't left yet. He joins in the fight, probably with the help of an invention or two, and quite literally throws himself in front of Marty to protect him from Biff once Biff reaches for his gun. Biff doesn't get the chance to fire because Marty is able to use whatever invention Doc brought along to defeat Biff once and for all (he doesn't die, of course; he just ends up getting arrested by the proper authorities).

Doc and Marty hug it out. They don't have to say much to convey their apologies to one another. They decide to ditch the whole lost prince business and find a place for themselves in Fictional Country #2, starting from scratch, because they don't need much as long as they have each other.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — lite beer.

JUNE 3, 1989, 2:04 PM

“We’re gonna throw a rager for you, McFly,” It’s the end of practice and Mike’s grinning, a look that Marty knows from pretty much a lifetime of experience only means trouble. 

“You’re not gonna know what hit ya!” Jake laughs, pulling him in for a one-armed hug and ruffling his hair. “Our fearless leader is finally gonna be able to get wasted with the rest of us.” 

“C’mon, I’m not that much younger than you guys,” Marty protests. “Anyway, I’m happy just goin’ up to the lake again this year.”

“Be bold, Marty!” Jake encourages. “You only turn 21 once! Plus, when the record comes out next month, you’re gonna have to be ready for all the best parties.”

“Yeah, but–”

“If Marty wants to go to the lake, we’ll go to the lake,” Scotty says definitively, offering Marty a reassuring smile. “Now, let’s try it one more time from the top.” 

There’s a mischievous look in Mike and Jake’s eyes that proves that this conversation definitely isn’t over. 

JUNE 3, 1989, 4:07 PM

“Hey, Doc?” Marty calls, kicking up his skateboard and tucking it under his arm as he walks into the Clayton-Brown household. “I know chemistry isn’t really your thing, but is there any way we can make a compound that looks and smells like alcohol but isn’t? Or one that makes something alcoholic non-alcoholic?... Maybe by next Saturday?” 

He hesitates, looking at @doctorbrown . 

“I think the guys are planning something big for my birthday,” he tells him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Which is great, but… I don’t wanna drink and I don’t really know how to tell ‘em. I think Scotty gets it, but Mike and Jake…”

He remembers all too well, even though it’s from another life, another world, a place that doesn’t even exist anymore. He remembers the stench of wine, like rotting fruit, on his mother’s breath, her pouring vodka into her favorite glass as soon as the clock hit the midafternoon. Her constant insistence that she didn’t have a problem even though Marty could see it, plain as day, and he begged her to lay off a little. Him trying to stay out as late as possible whenever they were out as a family so that she would stay sober for just a couple more hours. He remembers half-lidded eyes, her dropping off to sleep after dinner, being worried whenever she mixed painkillers with her drinks before bed that she might not wake up.

More than anything, he remembers his promise to himself that he’d never end up like that. Ever.

“... I guess I’m not makin’ any sense, huh?” Marty sighs. “I know the stuff with my mom back home didn’t happen here… but it did happen. It was real, even if it’s not anymore.”

[shanie]

Not to go off on the Back To The Future musical or anything, and I'm pretty sure I've spoken on this before, but. Can we just TALK about how Marty ends up in 1955 in the musical for a moment? CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT IT?!?! Can we talk about how, in the movie, Marty ends up in 1955 by accident because he accidentally hit the time circuits activation switch and didn't realize it. And then he ended up in the past because he was deliberately trying to hit 90mph while evading terrorists to save his life. That, in that scenario, Doc was already dead and he was acting out of reasons for his own safety? Do you see how that's, like, that's ok and all, but please understand how this differs from the Musical.

In the musical, which I haven't gotten a chance to fully see yet so correct me if I'm wrong, Doc is irradiated and doesn't die instantly. Marty, in response, uses the DeLorean (since it's the only car handy) to race to get help FOR DOC. He's trying to save DOC'S life, not his own. But. Here's the thing. Doc, as he's dying, specifically warns Marty not to go 88mph because, if he does, he'll end up time traveling. Doc knows this. He warns Marty of this literally as he's DYING. And Marty is so freaked out about saving Doc that he ends up doing it anyway.

Seriously, let the differences between those two sink in for a moment.

In the movie, the knowledge that he could go back in time by going 88 isn't even present in Marty's brain. He wants to live and figures, fuck it, let's do 90.

In the musical, Marty is too damn distraught to even register the knowledge he has and which has been reiterated directly to him. In his mind, absolutely nothing matters except saving his friend and he can't even think about anything else. And that's how Musical Marty ends up in 1955.

Not through an accident via an act of self-preservation.

But through carelessness via an act of LOVE.

Excuse me while I go sob now.

[dragonsarecool]

June of Doom Day 24 - Bandages

A/N: Sequel to Day 4 Fracture. After awakening on November 13th 1955, Doc tends to Marty's injuries.

Doc had experienced his fair share of horror accidents. Sewing his fingernail into his mother's sewing machine, having his eyebrows singed off, receiving a concussion from wet porcelain; as unusual as they were, most had not been serious or life-threatening, and so he'd persevered with his scientific duties.

One look at Marty's hand was enough to make him nauseous.

If you could call it a hand at this point, that is. The skin of the appendage was so stretched and swollen that it resembled a water balloon more than flesh; most of it had been painted black and blue by an intricate web of bruises, with the deep red hue of burst vessels snaking along where veins had once sat. While the fingertips appeared to be unscathed, the base of each digit had swollen by at least an inch.

"Do I even want to know how this happened?"

Although he wasn't a medical doctor, it had taken approximately three seconds, two loud curses and one attempt to force the hand into a fist to determine it was broken. Marty could barely move his fingertips without complaining of them tingling as he did so, though he claimed it was still an improvement. "Last night I couldn't move them at all."

That's an improvement?! Doc bit back another sigh and tried to keep his voice level. "What happened, Marty?"

The young man stared glumly at the tiled floor of Doc's bathroom. "…Strickland," He admitted quietly. "And a chair." He gingerly placed the damaged extremity on a mostly-defrosted bag of vegetables across his knee and rubbed his suspiciously-red eyes.

"How exactly did you get me home last night? With one usable arm and no pain relief?"

Marty lifted his gaze slightly, the bathroom light doing nothing to improve the obvious lethargy and discomfort in his face. "…I dunno, Doc. A-Adrenaline, I guess?"

"Marty, you shouldn't have gone lifting hundred-pound men with a broken hand-"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do, Doc?! Leave you out on the street? The cops would've thought you were pissed off your face!" Marty suddenly snapped, rising from the edge of the bath that he'd been perched on. "I don't care it had fallen off trying to get you home, it wa-"

Marty trailed off as his legs buckled, being saved from a collision with the porcelain sink by Doc's quick reaction time. His eyes flickered, obviously delirious with pain and exhaustion. "S'rry…I-I need-"

"You don't need to apologise for anything, Marty," Doc struggled to hoist the teenager's dead weight from the awkward position he'd caught him in, wrapping Marty's good arm around his shoulders. "But I do think you need some rest."

"Nuhhh, Doc," Marty slurred. "Y-You're stuck…in the…stuck-"

"My future isn't going anywhere soon, Marty. You are going to have some tylenol and sleep as long as you need to."

Too drowsy to snap back, Marty let out a low groan as he succumbed to the blissful state of unconsciousness. The scientist's heart panged as he delicately carried his best friend upstairs, arranging his limbs carefully on the bed to avoid any chance of him rolling onto the injury and aggravating it. Now is probably a good time to wrap it up without him swearing enough to fill up a jar…

Satisfied that Marty was soundly asleep, Doc sprinted downstairs to acquire supplies, returning to the bedside armed with scissors, a fresh ice pack and half a roll of bandages. WIth a surgeon's precision, he slid the end of the bandage into Marty's palm before beginning the tedious process of wrapping the appendage. Maybe my new nickname should be 'Nurse' after all this…

[tomboy014]

A Better Halloween in Hell

I saw the new Halloween artwork and merch done for Hazbin Hotel, and I don’t agree with a lot of it, especially since a fair bit of it either doesn’t feel in character or feels like a wasted opportunity to explore the character’s personality and interests. An if you’re in Hell, then Halloween is definitely the Big Holiday. Hellborn get a free pass to go to Earth. Parties everywhere. You want to have an awesome costume.

I have lots of ideas, but I’m very slow at drawing and will be nowhere near done by the time Halloween comes out, so I figured I’d write it out and maybe finish the art whenever

Or someone else can take my ideas and draw them. Go nuts

Alastor: You’re gonna tell me that the attention seeking, theater kid, Drama King Extraordinaire is going to settle for a zero effort Rudolph costume? I don’t believe that for one second. Sinc he’s Creole, I write him as a practicing Vodouisant, and Halloween in Hell is a time to celebrate one’s culture in life, he dresses up as Baron Samedi. He spent decades trying different interpretations and iterations, tweaking this costume to perfection! He wears it every year to the big Overlord Halloween bash.

Husk: If anyone at the hotel is going to do a low effort costume, it’s this guy. He has one of those pharaoh hats and says calls himself a sphynx for the night.

Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust: These two have been best friends for years and have done a range of couples costumes including but not limited to: Team Rocket Jessie and James, Doc Brown and Marty McFly, Gomez and Morticia Addams, Jack Skellington and Sally, Beetlejuice and Lydia, etc. The only costume set they can’t do is from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. They got into a huge argument because they both wanted to be Jessica Rabbit and the fight got ugly. The end result was agreeing they’d never do that couple costume. Their favorite costume set is the Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett costumes they got from Rosie’s emporium. Rosie was very upset that she couldn’t get Alastor to wear it and was ready to take it out on the two youngsters who wandered into Cannibal Town until she found out they were there looking for “old timey clothes” so they could dress as the exact outfits Rosie had just made. She made a deal with them to sell the costumes at a discount (fittings included) so they wouldn’t go to waste as long as she got to take pictures. The quality construction and materials means the costume lasts and still looks as great as they day they bought it. They’ll also never know just how close they came to being eaten that day.

Rosie: Leans towards famous lady serial killers including Typhoid Mary, Queen “Bloody” Mary, Elizabeth Bathory, and Lizzie Borden or characters from her favorite Penny Dreadfuls. Keeps trying to convince Alastor to dress as anything else and do a couple’s costume with her. Has not succeeded yet.

Zestial: Tends to go very, very old-school on his costumes with what was considered scary during his time. Rotates through 3 in particular: Plague Doctor, Spanish Inquisitor and a skeletal figure from the Danse Macabre. Odette and Clara have updated his Plague Doctor and Spanish Inquisitor costumes so they’re more recognizable (no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!).

Carmilla: Rotates through just a few costumes, but her favorite is La Llorona. She’s spent years adjusting it, and the sheer fabric over the base white dress makes it feel very “floaty” to her. She also likes to play with her daughters in it, catching them to “drown” them. He daughters outgrew this game when they were all alive, but they still do it to make their mom happy.

Vox: If this man is going to be obsessed with sharks, let’s go full in on that obsession. Yes, Vox wears a shark onesie every year, but! It’s a different type of shark every year, and things like markings, fin shape, etc are accurate. The different hammerhead varieties fit the best over his flat screen, but he also doesn’t like to repeat species. After this many years, he’s got a whole closet full of the things. Val thinks he should do a nurse shark in a nurse outfit. Vox disagrees.

Valentino: Not sure why, but I feel like Valentino would be a big fan of classic monster movies, so he rotates through movie monsters and slashers, with a few favorites like his Dracula costume with the bell bottoms. He has to be sexy year round, so this is also a chance for him to be gross or terrifying. Vel’s makeup department has a field day dressing him up.

Velvette: The cat costume feels accurate. She dresses in whatever’s cute, trending, or both. It’s about getting those clicks!

The Vees: While there’s not a lot of overlap between their costume interests, every so often one of them will sell the others on a group costume. Costumes have included Han, Luke and Leia from Star Wars, Ghost Busters, Mario Brothers and Princess Peach, and the year Valentino finally convinced them to do costumes based around the Ring.

[daryfromthefuture]

DAY 7: MATH HOMEWORK

doc tutoring marty...

i actually had a little time on my hands AND motivation so i wrote something little under the cut :]

"I'm literally way too stupid for this."

Marty placed his small pencil on the table and frustratedly put his head in his hands. The paper in front of him had been completely blank for the past thirty minutes.

Doc had been trying to explain functions to him all this time. The inventor had repeated the explanation at least five or six times by now, but no matter how much he tried to simplify it, Marty couldn't grasp it.

The boy had been convinced that his teacher was the reason he didn't understand the math, and that with Doc, he'd get it immediately - just like he always got everything when Doc explained it to him.

But now Marty was starting to believe that he himself was the problem.

The teen reached out and closed the notebook.

"I give up, Doc. I guess I'll just have to take that F. You don't have to waste your time on me anymore."

Emmett shook his head, bewildered. "Marty, my boy, you're not wasting my time. I'm glad to help, you know that."

"Well, it ain't working. And since your explanations normally work, it's only logical that it's me who's too dumb for this." Marty whined. "Why, just why is math so important?"

"Well, math is the foundation for many things-", Doc began, when he was interrupted by a quiet "my parents are gonna kill me" from Marty.

After a moment of silence, Doc cleared his throat and spoke up again. "Have you tried going through this with your parents at all?"

Marty simply shrugged. "No. They don't have time for that kinda stuff." He crossed his arms in front of his chest as a teardrop fell from his eye onto the paper. "All they care about are my grades. I've tried to tell them that I'm just not smart enough to get good grades, but they don't give a damn."

Emmett sighed in sympathy and hesitantly placed a hand on Marty's back. "You're plenty smart, kid. Don't sell yourself short like that. Mindset is important, you know? If you tell yourself that you can't do it, then you won't be able to do it."

"But I can't do it, Doc! You've seen me try to understand this stupid concept for the past half an hour, and we've gotten nowhere!"

"I'll just explain it again," Doc said, a smile on his face and patience in his voice. Then, he stood up. "But let's take a break first, hm? We'll come back with a cleansed mind after you've had some Snickers and a Pepsi. Come on, let's go over to the couch and watch some TV."

Emmett ruffled Marty's hair. "I promise you, you'll understand it just fine."

Marty sniffled.

Doc took the boy's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "Just do it at your own pace."

[writing-with-yours-truly]

Wattpad Transfer. "I think I just met my dad in 1955" Marty [Back to the Future] x Reader

Warnings: Innuendo

Additional information: No use of Y/N, code name, inspired by the Bo Burnham song.

Requested by: N/A

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1955. The year Doc Brown thought of his time machine. The year the town hall's clock had stopped working. The year Marty's parents met. You and Marty were currently in an-old fashioned diner, relaxing your nerves from what the past few hours had brought. Doc Brown getting killed by terrorists -who were looking for him-, traveling to 1955, and now trying to find him.

You and your friend went to the telephone booth that the counterman had directed you to, and looked for Doc Brown's name. "He's on here." You pointed out his name. A phone number was next to his name.

Marty dialed it, and waited for an answer. No answer. You peered past your shoulder, and there was the counterman, looking at the both of you.

"Marty, I don't think he's there. Let's just get a drink and cool off a moment." You both left the phone booth and sat down on the bar stools cemented in front of the counter. People gave you and Marty funny looks. They already gave him crap on his jacket that reminded them as a life jacket. You couldn't help but laugh.

For a moment, you had looked around the place. The colors were vibrant, and the floors were checkered. It was pretty quiet. The only people near you was a man sitting at the bar stool next to Marty, eating his cereal -who you must admit looked like his dad- and another young man sitting next to him, writing what looked like an assignment.

The history lectures did not tell you how different 1955 was. Not at all. "Can I get a Pepsi Free?" Marty asked the counterman. "Yeah, I wish I could have it for free, too." You sighed and shook your head. "Just...a drink without any sugar in it, please."

"I'll take an orange juice," you say. The counterman immediately went to work on our drinks. As the two of you waited for your beverages, you decided to have small talk. "So, you think Doc will believe us?"

Marty had an unreadable look, but sure enough, responded, "I hope so. He's the only one who knows what to do. Two point one gigawatts! Where could we get that? Only Doc would know!" He covered his face with his hands. "I should have grabbed the plutonium."

You put a hand on his shoulder, and reassured him. "Marty, you couldn't have thought of plutonium at a time like that. I know you. Doc was the only person, and the only thing you were thinking of."

You both drifted into silence, and the door opened, a group of kids walked in. "Biff?" You and Marty asked yourselves as you watched him walk by to stop in front of the other two people sitting.

The orange juice and sugarless drink were placed down, but neither of you paid attention to it. Too worried about Biff's intentions.

"Hey, McFly." He said, snottily, looking at the man. So is that George? He continued eating his cereal. Marty just looked at Biff, confused. "McFly, hello?" He started knocking on the young boy's head with his knuckles. "What, Biff?" George asked. "You got my homework done?" Biff asked. "Is that my dad?" Marty leaned over to ask you in a whispered tone. "I'm pretty sure." You answered.

"Why can't you do your own damn homework, Biff?" The other man asked, looking over at the standing bully. "Oh, what a surprise. The coward has the guts to speak up to me." He grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Hey, hey stop!" You exclaimed. Biff released his shirt and glared at you. "And who exactly do you think you are, gorgeous?" You mentally threw up, and answered, "I'm Beatrice."

"Beatrice," Biff says in a weird voice. "Such a gorgeous name for such a beautiful girl." Marty looked like he was about to snap at him. "Hey, didn't your parents teach you how to treat a lady?" His gang gasped, and Biff's face turned red in anger. "Who do you think you are?"

"Her boyfriend." Marty answered confidently, putting and arm around your shoulders, causing you to blush. Him? Your boyfriend? "Oh well, I can change that quickly." Biff said in a dirty tone, leaning close to you. You turned your head to the right, looking at the 'coward' Biff referred to. Your father. And George. Marty's dad. Your dad looked at you and did a half nod. "Hey, Biff. Leave her alone." He warned. "Oh yeah? Why should I?"

"Because if you don't you really will regret coming here today. You don't ever disrespect people when I'm around." You lean your head next to Marty's ear. "I think I just met my dad in 1955."

[knickynoo]

McFly July Day 7: Back in Town

Lone Pine timeline

“Alright, I’d say this one’s about done.” Doc hefted the cardboard box into his arms to check its weight, nodded, then set it back down. “Yep. Additional tools can go into this one.” He nudged an empty box with his shoe.

Marty sifted through the pile on the floor, looking for anything in decent enough shape to warrant packing it up and sending over to Doc’s new house. They’d been at it all morning- picking their way through the cluttered garage, consolidating the essentials into boxes and bins and bags. Everything deemed junk was promptly tossed into heavy duty garbage bags, and the stuff in the middle—non-essential but not quite junk—would be left as is.

He was glad that Doc was keeping the garage. A “vacation home” his friend had said with a laugh.

Still, it was hard to reconcile that the small place would now spend the majority of its time empty. No longer filled with the bustling activity of a scientist, a boy, and a dog.

“I wish you could be closer, Doc.”

Doc paused in his fight with a pile of tangled extension cords. His gaze swept the room before landing on Marty. “I wish I could be closer too,” he said with a sigh. “But with Clara and the boys…I have to think of them. It’s safer to start somewhere fresh than bring them here where people will ask questions.”

“Yeah, I know.”

It all made sense to Marty, really, and he was just glad Doc had decided to permanently move back to the present day. What did an hour’s drive compare to the hundred years that previously separated them? This was reason to celebrate, not mourn.

Marty tossed a wrench into the box, then looked up when he felt Doc’s eyes on him. “What?”

“It’s not an ideal situation, is it? For either of us. What with you still adjusting to so much change at home and myself—” Doc cleared his throat. “—Myself having missed you for all those years I was living in the Old West.”

The sensation of feeling like a foreigner in this new timeline was something Marty had no chance of ignoring, but the near decade of life Doc had lived while building the time train was something he’d worked hard to push to the recesses of his mind. After all, he’d seen Doc less than an hour after making the return trip to 1985; how could it have been almost ten years since Doc had seen him? How could he have lived so much life—married and had two children and become so comfortable in the 1800s?

Thinking about it too long made him feel a little sick.

“Do you want to pack this up, Doc?” he asked, waving a hammer through the air. “The handle’s got a chip in it, but it’s fine other than that.”

There was no response to his question, and he set it into the box as Doc crouched beside him. Marty sensed a speech of some sort coming—a pep talk that he really wasn’t in the mood to hear. But instead, Doc said, “Let’s take a break from all this. Go next door and get some burgers.”

Marty looked at the mess, then took note of his empty stomach. He rose to his feet and dusted off the knees of his jeans with his palms. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that. I might need two burgers if we’re gonna try to squeeze in a couple more hours of packing after.”

“Two burgers and a pile of fries,” Doc declared, straightening back up. “Though I’d say we’ve made excellent progress already, so we don’t have to rush right back to this. In fact, why don’t we take a trip to get some paint samples after lunch? You can pick out a color for your room.”

The suggestion quickly worked to brighten Marty’s mood. “Cool. Let’s get moving, Doc. And hey, maybe we can think of something else to do after picking up the paint—put off the cleaning and packing even more.”

Doc chuckled and grabbed his wallet from an end table. “Yes, I'm sure we can come up with something. Besides”—He waved his hands toward the destruction caused by the overpowered amp, which they’d managed to consolidate into one giant heap in the corner of the room—“I don’t even know how to begin tackling all that.”