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" i don't think i've ever felt this way about anyone " that 70s show
Maura Parker, more commonly referred to as Mo, or MoMo with the occasional Parker thrown in there, is almost 17 years old living in Point Place, Wisconsin. She is very p...
Eric returns back home from Africa, but then is kidnapped by hitmen but manages to escape. But 3 months later Eric and the gang have to rescue Donna from those same guys...
❝ WHAT GOOD IS THE WARMTH OF SUMMER, WITHOUT THE COLD OF WINTER TO GIVE IT SWEETNESS. ❞ ( oc x steven hyde ) ( that '70s show ) cover by @...
[in which Jackie burkhart attempts to get over michael, and prove to Steven that she's not just a square cheerleader] what if things had gone differently in season 2&3 o...
Jackie is done with Kelso, and her eyes are set on his burnout best friend. can Jackie prove to Hyde that she's more than just a square cheerleader? {remake from old ac...
Eric and Donna fall in love before he has a grave realisation ( fanfic!! )
1st of January 1980 Jackie is with Fez Eric has returned from Africa Donna and Randy are now just friends Kelso has a daughter And Hyde is still in love with Jackie...
This is where Kelso has a best friend throughout his life and has had crush on him, her whole life. She would do anything for him and would protect him from getting g h...
head canyons for Steven Hyde from that 70's show and imagines. I do NOT support the actor. I just really love the character he plays in the show and that's all.
― ✰ *• 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 & 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖 ❛ jackie , you're a really strong person. ❜ ❛ you are too. ❜ ° ° ❛ i think i like you. ❜
"Larga historia corta: no me fui sino hasta la mañana siguiente"- Palabras reales de la actriz. One Short con fragmentos de la realidad con la ficción.
Angela just moved to Point Place, she hadn't expected much of the small town but she didnt expect for it to be such a boring dump. She happens to run into a group of row...
[request from christmas that’s been changing ever since :(]
you sighed as you lie covered in the dark of your room, weighed down with heated blankets and trying to drift off to the sounds of led zeppelin to no avail. your room was as dark as you could get it (save the light coming from under your door and through your curtains)—yet you still couldn't relax enough to sleep. you prayed for a christmas miracle, that being getting some sleep the night before the big day.
you closed your eyes again and focused on every note that came from the tinny speakers; robert's voice crooning in your ears stories of wonder and love.
this continued for only a couple more seconds before you slid out of bed silently, slightly turning up the music. you avoided the creaking planks in your room as you shuffled across the shag rug, listening for any sign of your family downstairs. you moved through the dark while searching through your dresser shelves with ease (the first left top and three over). you opened and closed the heavy wood drawers as you plucked out a box, jar, and tray hidden within clothes, carrying everything over to the other side of the room and sitting next to your window.
you paused for a moment as you stared out the sheer blinds covering your window, streetlights and headlights brightening the silent night. you tied back the curtains with the worn scrunchie on your wrist, lifting the blinds and opening up the window- cool night air blowing into your room. you savored the feeling you knew you'd miss in a couple months, but as of right now, you wished you were on the warmer side of the spectrum.
you made yourself comfortable on the pillows under your window ledge, arranging them until you could no longer feel the cold floor through your pajama bottoms. you grinned as you took out the mason jar you stole from mrs. forman's kitchen long ago; along with a wooden cigar box from jackie's house that contained rolling papers, lighters you stole over the years and little ticket stubs you've collected this summer.
you unscrewed the glass jar and inhaled, smiling at the musky scent as the music picked up pace behind you. you shook weed out of the jar, making a little pile you picked apart, putting away the excess. it took some time, but you preferred the process of crumbling each individual flower until your hand was sticky instead of using a grinder.
you slid out a fruity paper from the box along with a lighter, and began to roll a joint on top the box that held the tray. you did this all while muttering curses to yourself as your hands began shake from the cold, the wind shifting the herb.
you smiled as you finally licked the glue line shut, staring at your masterpiece as the taste of strawberry settled on your tongue. you put all your supplies away in a flurry, holding the joint between your lips and the lighter in your flannel pajama bottoms.
your hips swayed as various drawers got opened and closed, spinning for a dramatic flair as you grabbed your fleece blanket, making yourself comfortable on the window ledge. tugging the blanket near and padding the sill, you lit the joint.
your parents wouldn't care—or at least they never seemed to. your mom (if she wasn't drinking wine in the kitchen) was smoking a bowl in her bathroom usually; you both knew the other smoked but had the common courtesy not to mention it. god knows your dad was probably mixing another one of his tonics in the den and your sister was most likely hiding from it all, riding her bike usually down the street all day.
you coughed as smoke mixed with the cold winter air, burning both your eyes and lungs. before you could even take another hit, faint laughing caught your attention.
you looked towards the bedroom door in panic before you heard it again—from below you?
It drives me a little insane that when I talk to people about T7S irl, one of the first things they say is, “omg wasn’t s8 terrible? I hate that Jackie and Hyde broke up!”
Yeah, I hate that it happened too. I don’t really hate s8, but I don’t love it. My point is, theres 7 seasons of it for people to love. The T7S tag is so full of people saying, “s8 is awful and heres why,” but I wish there was more content revolving around the great aspects of the show. Lets talk about the good qualities of jackiexhyde and not the fact that they broke up! I don’t mean to ignore the last season, but lets enjoy the happy, funny content!! Lets write more fanfiction where everyone’s still together, or they get back together after the events of s7/s8. Maybe we can fix where the s8 writers failed instead of writing about why they failed?
WAIT WAIT WAIT here’s a better section of the jackie/hyde fic i’m writing that i need feedback on
if u are feeling kind, please read and let me know what you think or if i can bounce off the whole first chapter to you. i need feedback. i need guidance. i need HELP
respond or message me if i can send u more stuff and we can talk about jackie/hyde and their perfectness???? pls
Layla entered the car sullenly, her bottom lip puffed out like she might burst into tears at any second. Jackie knew better than to mess with an emotional, hormonal 12-year-old, so she eased the car into drive and set off to their house.
“How was school?” she prodded in an overly-kind and patient tone.
Layla didn’t respond. When Jackie stole a glance at her, her eyes were fixed on the window.
After giving birth, her mothering instinct kicked in in full-drive. Every time Layla would get a nightmare or scrape her knee, Jackie was there to comfort her. Her instincts never wavered, and even now she felt her heart swell - was it a boy at school? Were some girls mean to her? Did she get made fun of? She struggled to not pepper her with questions.
They pulled into the driveway of their home, and Layla shot out of the car like a cannon. Jackie scrambled to grab her bags before following her into the house, where Layla’s backpack was abandoned on the living room floor and she was nowhere in sight.
“Layla?” she said, already knowing where she had retreated to. Jackie kicked off her heels and walked to their den, more of a small nook than a room that housed the records Layla forced Jackie to keep. Layla was laying on the floor, on top of a rainbow shag carpet that was horrifying but she had begged for the previous Christmas, her eyes damp and a piece of paper clutched in her hand.
Jackie sat next to her, smoothing Layla’s hair. “You want to tell me what’s going on?” Layla released her grip on the paper and Jackie took it, un-crumpling it. Father-Daughter Dance! Friday, March 19.
She didn’t speak for a moment. What could she say?
Layla’s father came up from time to time, in the logistics of child raising. When Layla learned about sex ed, she asked, “Did I have a dad?” During the first wedding Layla attended, she asked, during the father-daughter dance, “Will I get one of those at my wedding?” When she came home from playing at a friend’s house and saw their parent’s together, she asked, “Do you wish you had a husband?” But Jackie had never budged, never given more details than was necessary: Yes, you have a father, everyone does. Some fathers are good, some are bad; some are around, and some aren’t. … You can do whatever you want at your wedding - and personally, I think all that choreographed dancing sucks. … Why would I need a husband when I have you keeping me so busy?
“It just sucks,” Layla said finally. “I don’t want to make you feel bad, but I feel bad. Not guilty, just… bad. I feel like a part of me is missing. Or just like... I don’t know a part of me.”
Jackie sighed, pulling Layla close to her. “For a 12-year-old, you’re remarkably profound.”
Layla wrinkled her nose. “What does ‘profound’ mean?”
“Look, Layla,” Jackie said. “You are my world. You know I would do anything for you-”
“And that’s why I feel bad for feeling bad!” Layla said quickly, with the eagerness of a kid. “I don’t want you to think you’re not enough. I just want… I don’t know.”
“Your dad is far away,” Jackie said slowly. “And he and I, we didn’t work out. We didn’t fit together. We broke up, but I got the most special gift from that failed relationship. I got you.”
Layla was staring at her hands now, not speaking. So Jackie sighed, getting up. “Hold on.”
She returned with a small box. Call her a masochist or an old-school romantic, but she kept everything from past relationships. Either to remind herself of the good times, or to remind herself of what went wrong and why she left.
“This,” she said, “was your father’s.” Jackie pulled out an old, tattered black shirt that spelled out LED ZEPPELIN across the front.
Layla clutched it, trying to imagine the person it use to belong to.
Jackie emptied the rest of the box: a few lighters, some concert tickets, a couple records. At the last item, she hesitated, before handing it to Layla.
It was a Polaroid - old, faded, with a light leak across half the picture. It was so grainy she could barely make out the two figures, but as she shifted the photo and squinted she saw that it was a close up image of a couple, kissing, the girl’s arms thrown around the boy’s neck, partially obscuring him from view. Her hair was bouncy and dark, signature Jackie Burkhart, and covered her face. Layla touched a hand to the picture - real, tangible proof that she had a dad. He existed. If she just stared at the picture, she could create a story in her head for this couple, madly in love. He held her hand on walks home from school, they drove together to the movies, they spent summer nights camping or going to concerts.
“What was his name?” Layla breathed, not removing her eyes from the picture.
Jackie smiled at her daughter - a small, sad smile for the things she knew and the things she thought she could never or should never tell her.
What if Buddy became a regular? What if Eric and Buddy get together? What could’ve been?
Summary: a request from @sammyfresh “Hyde x reader literally doing anything mildly sexual.”
A/N: Sorry this took so long I hope you enjoy!
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The sleepover was Jackie's idea. Originally Donna and I were just going to sneak over to the Formans get high with the guys come back and watch a ton of cheesy movies till we passed out. Plans had changed and now we are sitting in jackies living room having a girls night. Overall it's not the worst thing I've ever experienced but it's… different.
“So, Donna…” Jackie said as more of a question causing donna to look at me to see if I know what's going on. I just shook my head at her and looked at Jackie with a confused expression. “How are you and Eric?” she finished like it was the most obvious thing in the world and went back to painting her toenails.
“We are just… we are taking things slow,” donnas words caused me to laugh and look down to finish my own nails to avoid her poisonous gaze.
"Are you guys kissing...?" Donna sighed looking to me for help out of the conversation. I smiled over at her and continued to paint my nails. For all her flaws no one could deny that Jackie was good at getting people to talk when she wanted them to.
"What about Hyde?" her words caused me to look up at her for the first time in this conversation.
"Well is hyde any good? Are you guys even..."
"I wasn't sure you guys had even gotten that far I don't think I've ever even seen you guys hold hands"
"That's because you're always jumping Kelso," Donna interrupted with a laugh. The conversation drifted as the three of us waited for our nails to dry. we talked about everything from the recent fight Jackie and Kelso had to what actors we thought where hot. We all stopped talking when we heard the guys playing basketball outside. So we slipped on some shoes and put on sweaters heading out showing up just in time to watch Kelso missing a shot.
i want to read some jackie x hyde fanfiction, but i prefer s1-s4 jackie x hyde plot, so if you know any good fanfic like this, please PLEASE tell me thank you
So i know that i said i would be posting a new Hyde x reader part each Sunday but the more i think about the situation involving that actor the more I’m not sure that something I want to do. They are all written so part of me just wants to post them but I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or give them the wrong idea of me as a person. I am super interested to see how other people feel about this and if you have an opinion of if i should post the rest of the series.
Does anyone know where I can find a 1950s Jackie x Hyde oneshot? I swear I found one while binge reading the other night, and it had Hyde as a greaser and Jackie of course as a the high school sweetheart. Jackie dates Kelso to get into their group and get and Hyde do that thing. The flirty one. If yaw seen it please tell me where I can find it
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