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SOFT Back to the Future - Doc/Marty
Title: Soft
Fandom: Back to the Future
Characters: Marty Mcfly/Doc Brown
Word Count: 547
Rating: G
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fffc Day 19 - Winter Wonderland
picture_prompt_fun Day 19 - Ugly Sweater
It never snowed this far South. Never. Hill Valley had a reputation for being hotter than the surrounding cities, an invariable hot box year round. That was why standing ankle deep in snow was so shocking.
Even more shocking, was that they still had school. Despite not having, you know, snow plows or anything.
At the end of the day, he started his way home. Already grumpy, he remembered that the snow made his skateboard useless, and that he'd be walking the rest of the week. Great.
Halfway there though, he got stopped by the sound of an explosion. A whoosh of air. Like someone was barbecuing and had added too much lighter fluid.
It was no surprise to him when he saw a puff of smoke rise and dissipate above Doc's house.
He tried not to smile.
When he got there, he heard the sound of clattering and grumbles of frustration. But when he knocked, Doc was at the door in half a second.
“Marty!”
Despite the smell of smoke, Doc beamed at him and he led him inside, and Marty couldn't contain his laugh at the sweater he was wearing.
“Hey, Doc,” he smirked. “Nice sweater. It's a uh, a good look for you.”
“Oh you like it? I got it on sale. And look…!”
Doc poked one of the bells sewn into the fabric. The resulting jingle made Doc giddy.
“Plus it's fire resistant! I've just finished testing it!”
“Fire resistant?”
Marty raised a brow. “What do you need a fire-proof sweater for?”
“85% of all home fires happen during the holidays, Marty. There's no harm in taking precautions!”
Marty shrugged. “Whatever you say, Doc.”
He stepped around the rubble, muttering to himself at the mess, while Doc pretended it wasn't there. He was still talking about something—chemical flame retardants maybe—and Marty wasn't paying attention. So when he slammed right into him, too busy weaving in and out of the disaster on the floor to notice, it wasn't a surprise.
“Careful, Marty! Wait for me to clean up first!”
Marty smirked for the second time that day, still held up by his friend's concerned grip.
“Save it, Doc. You and I both know you won't clean the place for at least a week.”
He didn't say anything, but nodded, agreeing with him.
“Well I can't argue with that,” he admitted.
“Where'd you get this thing anyway?” Marty looked at the sweater.
“Just the Mervyn's on Fourth street. Why?”
“It's soft.”
The fibers were warm and thick. Colored a bright and gaudy blue with stripes green and red, it was decorated with bells on every inch. But it didn't take away from the comfort, and Marty squeezed Doc's arm to get a feel for the fabric.
“Really soft,” he emphasized. “How 'bout a hug?”
Doc looked shocked, but it gave way to a pleased laugh. He wasted no time in grabbing Marty and wrapping him in a bruising hug, patting him on the back. Marty never understood how the hell the old guy was so strong.
“Thanks, Doc,” he grunted from the force of the embrace.
After a few seconds, Doc's gripped loosened and they stood they in a quiet, comfortable silence, warmed by a hideous piece of clothing while a winter wonderland raged outside.
Fandom: Back to the Future
Characters: Marty Mcfly/Doc Brown
Word Count: 547
Rating: G
Written For:
fffc Day 19 - Winter Wonderlandpicture_prompt_fun Day 19 - Ugly SweaterIt never snowed this far South. Never. Hill Valley had a reputation for being hotter than the surrounding cities, an invariable hot box year round. That was why standing ankle deep in snow was so shocking.
Even more shocking, was that they still had school. Despite not having, you know, snow plows or anything.
At the end of the day, he started his way home. Already grumpy, he remembered that the snow made his skateboard useless, and that he'd be walking the rest of the week. Great.
Halfway there though, he got stopped by the sound of an explosion. A whoosh of air. Like someone was barbecuing and had added too much lighter fluid.
It was no surprise to him when he saw a puff of smoke rise and dissipate above Doc's house.
He tried not to smile.
When he got there, he heard the sound of clattering and grumbles of frustration. But when he knocked, Doc was at the door in half a second.
“Marty!”
Despite the smell of smoke, Doc beamed at him and he led him inside, and Marty couldn't contain his laugh at the sweater he was wearing.
“Hey, Doc,” he smirked. “Nice sweater. It's a uh, a good look for you.”
“Oh you like it? I got it on sale. And look…!”
Doc poked one of the bells sewn into the fabric. The resulting jingle made Doc giddy.
“Plus it's fire resistant! I've just finished testing it!”
“Fire resistant?”
Marty raised a brow. “What do you need a fire-proof sweater for?”
“85% of all home fires happen during the holidays, Marty. There's no harm in taking precautions!”
Marty shrugged. “Whatever you say, Doc.”
He stepped around the rubble, muttering to himself at the mess, while Doc pretended it wasn't there. He was still talking about something—chemical flame retardants maybe—and Marty wasn't paying attention. So when he slammed right into him, too busy weaving in and out of the disaster on the floor to notice, it wasn't a surprise.
“Careful, Marty! Wait for me to clean up first!”
Marty smirked for the second time that day, still held up by his friend's concerned grip.
“Save it, Doc. You and I both know you won't clean the place for at least a week.”
He didn't say anything, but nodded, agreeing with him.
“Well I can't argue with that,” he admitted.
“Where'd you get this thing anyway?” Marty looked at the sweater.
“Just the Mervyn's on Fourth street. Why?”
“It's soft.”
The fibers were warm and thick. Colored a bright and gaudy blue with stripes green and red, it was decorated with bells on every inch. But it didn't take away from the comfort, and Marty squeezed Doc's arm to get a feel for the fabric.
“Really soft,” he emphasized. “How 'bout a hug?”
Doc looked shocked, but it gave way to a pleased laugh. He wasted no time in grabbing Marty and wrapping him in a bruising hug, patting him on the back. Marty never understood how the hell the old guy was so strong.
“Thanks, Doc,” he grunted from the force of the embrace.
After a few seconds, Doc's gripped loosened and they stood they in a quiet, comfortable silence, warmed by a hideous piece of clothing while a winter wonderland raged outside.