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Steven Hyde x male reader? They’re making out in the basement and their friends walk in on them? You can decide their reactions. Thanks!

As you wish <3 I hope I did this justice. Let me know if there is anything I can tweak or change! I tried to make it as realistic as possible with the time this is set in, but still make it an enjoyable read. Like I said, if there's anything I can change, let me know. I hope you enjoy it as I am a little nervous that you won't. I'm not part of the LBGTQ community, but I did my best.

If Only...

The rain fell hard in the quaint town of Point Place, Wisconsin. The skies were a darkened gray as it seems to have cleansed the streets. A calming silence had settled itself over the sleepy little town in the summer of 1977.

Y/n Y/l/n found himself perched on his windowsill with his favorite book and a half-drunk cup of tea sat by his side. He was leaning back against the wall with his legs laid out relaxed in front of him, his book abandoned in his lap.

Every beat of his heart felt like shards of glass dig deeper, each time knocking his breath out of him. The rain drops fell down the window like tears, only for him to realize that his own had escaped. Y/n wasn't sure how long he had been crying, but by the tightness in his face and the headache coming on, he concluded maybe a while.

The scene that had kept playing over and over in his mind. During the day he could distract himself easily, but the nights weren't. It haunted his dreams, and he was stuck in this infinitive hell loophole.

He could never forget the way those steel blue eyes looked at him or what was said. How could he? Even the way the door sounded when he slammed it echoed in his mind. How loud the world had been in that moment to and then when it was over--quiet, like nothing had ever happened.

It had only happened two months ago, but to Y/n, it felt like yesterday. No one had ever made him hurt the way Steven Hyde did. Life was already hard for Y/n; finding out who he was and who he loved wasn't exactly welcomed or accepted in his little town. He knew one other boy like him, Buddy, but he had moved away a year prior to the recent events.

He thought he had not only found friendship within Steven, but love. True and genuine love. For the first time, he felt safe and not made out an outcast. His own parents barley accepted him for who he was, and he thought when he had met Steven, it was someone who finally would.

But, boy was he wrong. So, so wrong.

In this moment, he had never felt so alone, so isolated, and so heartbroken. The tears fell down his face as his heart bled through the cracks. Before he knew it, he was a blubbering mess; shoulders shaking and hiccupping.

He knew he would recover from this, but to say how long he didn't know. All he knew was he wanted the pain to stop. Just when he thought it would, a large, painful wave washed over him, sending him down the spiral once more.

This was one of those times.

Two Months Prior...

"Hey, did you get the notes from biology?" Y/n asked his friend, Jessica.

"Yeah, do you want to borrow them?" she asked, her long dark shoulder cascading over his shoulder.

"Please. My parents will kill me if I fail another test," he chuckled and graciously accepted the notebook. "Thanks. I'll have it back to you tomorrow."

"No worries," she replied. "Keep it as long as you need to."

"Oh, right because you're Miss 'I get straight A's without even trying.'"

"You want the notes or not?" she deadpanned.

Y/n laughed. "Yes, yes I would."

They started walking down the hall to head to the lunchroom.

"Did you hear about Eric Forman's party this Friday?" she asked as they reached their lockers first.

"Yeah," he sulked. "I don't know if I want to go though."

"Why not? You've been so bummed since Buddy moved away. I think you should go. You know, get out of the house."

"Buddy moved away a while ago and it has nothing to do with him," Y/n responded, opening his locker and shoving books inside. "It's just...I don't know. I don't feel like going."

"God, you're lame," Jessica exasperated. "Come to this thing with me. I don't wanna show up alone!"

Y/n eyed her as he finished unloading his backpack. He shut the locker door and stared at her for a minute. "Fine, I'll go. But only for one hour."

She squealed with excitement. "Oh, it's going to be so fun!"

"Yeah, fun. Sure."

"Trust me, you're not going to regret it."

But he did.

That night, Y/n wore his finest flannel shirt and blue jeans. He kept adjusting his hair, his clothes, his watch, but nothing could seem to sit just right.

A knock came to his door, but before he could even call out to it, it swung open, revealing Jessica.

"Hellllooo!" she announced. "Your favorite girl has arrived! She's hot, she's gorgeous, and she's on fire!" She sauntered in excitedly and hissed like steam as she touched her finger to her hip.

"And here's my number one man! He's hot, he's sweet, and he's...wearing that," she trailed off, looking him up and down. "Is that what you're wearing?"

He looked at her through the reflection of the mirror, seeing her in a sparkling dress and white go-go boots. He thought she looked like she was going to the disco.

"Yes," he said flatly. "What are you wearing?"

"Hey, I dress to impress," she replied and flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "I heard that Steven Hyde is going to be there and I really need him to notice me."

"Jess...do you really think that's a good idea?" Y/n asked as he adjusted his watch once more.

"Hey, he's cute, smart, and so foxy. I need a piece of that." She touched up her makeup in her compact mirror that she retrieved from her purse.

"You only want him because he's the only one in school who hasn't wanted you some way or another."

"Ouch," she said. "That's not true. What's gotten up your butt?"

"Sorry," he sighed. "I'm just...I'm just nervous."

"Why? It's not like anyone that matters to you is going to be there."

"I didn't say that."

"What do you mean by that...?" Her eyes widened. "No. Way. You like someone!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!" She screamed excitedly and rolled onto her back, squirming with excitement. "Who is it?!"

"Nobody because I don't like anyone."

"You're a terrible liar. Tell me who it is!"

"It doesn't matter, Jess. Can we just go?"

"Not until you tell me who it is!"

"Come on, I don't have time for th--"

She cut him off by blocking the door.

"Really?" he asked, annoyed.

"Really," she replied. "Tell me who it is now and then we can go, alright?"

He huffed annoyed. "I don't want to."

Her shoulders slumped slightly and her eyes softened. "Why? You don't trust me?"

"It's not that."

"Then what is it? You haven't liked anyone ever since you came out of the closet! This is exciting for you."

"I know, but Jess--"

"No, I'm supposed to be your best friend!" she whined. "Please tell me!"

"Jess, come on please. I'm not in the mood. I want to go so we can get this over with."

"We can once you tell me," she said stubbornly. "Come on, how many girls do you know that dated their best friend, only for him to come out gay, and still be your friend? Someone you can trust and who understands? Come on, you saw me naked and we can still be here without it being awkward!"

Y/n groaned. "I hate it when you do that."

"And I hate that I lost you to the boys, but here we are."

"If you weren't my best friend, I'd call you a bitch."

"And if you weren't mine, I'd tell you to get bent."

He groaned loudly, giving in. "Fine, you wanna know who it is?"

Her eyes lit up. "Yes!"

"You're not going to like it."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," she challenged.

"It's not someone you'd think."

"Come on, spit it out."

He placed his hands on his hips and stared down at the carpet. He looked up at her with guilty eyes. After a long few seconds, her eyes grew bigger.

"Oh."

At the party...

"You're sure you're okay with this?" Y/n asked Jess as they entered the house.

"Totally," she chirped and turned towards him. "Listen, you need to get out there. There are tons of men for me. And we live in Point Place so the pool for you is...well..." She made a motion with her hands to emphasize small.

"Gee, thanks, Jess," Y/n deadpanned.

"Come on, it'll be okay," she said, grabbing his hand. "You're cute, you're smart and kind, really funny, and totally doable."

He nodded, a smirk playing at his lips. "You're on a roll tonight."

"I know!" she sang-song and kissed his cheek. "Regardless of what happens tonight, I just want you to know that it's his loss, not yours."

For the first time that night, Y/n genuinely smiled at his best friend and brought her in for a hug. "I love you. You're the best."

"I know and I know," she giggled into his neck and pulled away. "Go get 'em tiger."

He huffed out a breath of anxiety before landing eyes on the infamous Steven Hyde. He was sitting around the washer and dryer, talking to Eric Forman while drinking a beer.

As he walked over to grab one himself, he noticed Steven staring at him.

"Hey," Eric said, making his way over to Y/n. "You're Y/n right?"

Y/n nodded wordlessly, too nervous to speak.

"Aren't you the kid from the debate team?"

"Uhm...yeah, I am."

"The one that got thrown in the dumpster last week by the quarterback?"

Y/n clicked his tongue and opened his can of beer. "Yep. That was me."

"Yeah, sorry that happened to you, man," he said and took a sip from his beer. "That wasn't right."

"You don't know the reason though," Y/n grumbled as he took a sip.

"I don't, but regardless it doesn't make it right," Eric defended. "Why don't you come hang with us?"

Y/n nodded, feeling a slight warmth of relief. "Sure. I'd like that."

Four hours and four kegs later, after the party had ended, Y/n found himself hanging out with Eric, Steven, Donna Pinciotti, Jackie Berkhart, Michael Kelso, and Fez. Jess had met some guy and went home with him, leaving Y/n alone.

"Wow, Eric, you really know how to throw a party," Y/n slurred.

"I know," he hiccupped. "I'm surprised I don't throw them more often."

"Well, you should," Y/n said. "This is one of the best times that I've had in a long time."

"Well, we're glad you came out," Eric replied, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "If you're into comics and Star Wars, you're more than welcome here.

"Yeah, you should definitely come around more," Donna said, slurring a little bit, but not as much as Y/n. "We could use a new person in our group."

"I could really use more friends," Y/n said, taking a sip of his beer. "I love Jess, but she's the only one. And most of the time, she's trying to find a new dude to smack on."

"Your friend, eh?" Fez asked. "Is she single?"

Y/n looked at him. "Most of the time. She's not really a relationship type gal. She'll just sleep with you and move onto the next guy. If you're cool with that, I can give you her number."

Fez stared at him. "What's her number?"

Y/n chuckled.

"So, Y/n, you got yourself a girl?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, you're a good looking guy," Jackie responded. "You gotta have someone."

"Wow, that's the nicest thing you can say," Donna said.

"Meh, I'm drunk," she replied, sprawled, leaning into Kelso.

"Uhm...well, Jess and I dated a while back, but I haven't really been with anyone else since then," Y/n responded, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

"What happened?" Donna asked.

"It's complicated," Y/n responded slowly. "We dated for about a year and a half...then we realized that...we were better off friends. After that, I realized that I'm not into that sort of thing."

"What? Dating?" Hyde snickered.

"No, girls," Y/n blurted not thinking twice.

"Oh..." the group said, going silent.

Y/n noticed how the room shifted, except for Hyde who looked like he couldn't care less.

"Okay, wasn't expecting that..." Kelso said.

"No, but it's okay," Eric said. "We support that kind of thing."

"That kind of thing?" Y/n questioned. "Come on, I know there's not a lot of gay guys here in Point Place, but I'm not an alien."

"No, no of course not!" Eric back peddled. "We just...don't know many guys who...like guys."

"Wow, could you make it anymore awkward?" Donna asked. "Look, Y/n, what my idiot boyfriend here meant is while we all have different interests, it doesn't make you any less different. We'd still love to have you be a part of the group. You're more than welcome to be here."

Y/n nodded, gratefully. "Thanks, Donna. I'm honored."

"Yeah, and I know it's going to be hard to resist me, but please don't come onto me," Kelso said smugly.

Y/n scoffed. "Don't worry, that won't be an issue."

Kelso nodded. "Good."

"Besides, you're not my type."

"Not your type?!" Kelso shouted causing Y/n to smirk. "Come on, man, I'm everyone's type!"

Y/n shrugged. "Not me. But it's okay, you still have Jackie. I'm sure she thinks you're handsome."

"Of course I do," Jackie said dreamily.

"Well, that doesn't matter!" Kelso said. "We all know that when you get hit on by a dude, you're hot! A girl telling me, albeit true, doesn't mean anything!"

"Wow," Y/n said, shocked by Kelso's outburst.

"I know," Hyde said. "Kelso said 'albeit' and used it correctly."

"Michael, you jerk!" Jackie shouted and kicked his shin.

"Damn, Jackie! I was just saying!"

"Shut up, Michael!"

Donna's stomach rumbled and checked her watch. "Hey, I'm starving. Do you guys wanna go get a burger or something? The Hub's open for another hour."

"Yeah, sure," they all mumbled, except for Hyde.

"Nah," he replied. "I'm okay with staying here. Besides, I can't really walk straight when the ground doesn't want to stay straight."

Donna chuckled. "Y/n? What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm good too," he replied. "I can't even think about food right now. I should get going though."

"Do you have a ride home?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, I have..." he thought, but then it hit him. "Jess. Damn it."

"That's okay, you can stay here the night and one of us can drive you home in the morning," Eric said.

"Yeah, I can," Hyde responded. "I have to go to the Photo Hut anyway."

"Thanks, man," Y/n said.

"Don't mention it."

"Alright, well, we'll back soon," Donna said. "Since we're walking, we'll be back in forty-five minutes instead of twenty."

"Have fun," Y/n chuckled as the walked out the basement, leaving just him and Hyde.

"So...I heard you live here?" Y/n asked awkwardly.

"Yeah. Ever since my parents split on me," Hyde said candidly. "But it's fine. So, what's your story? When did you realize you weren't into chicks?"

Y/n scratched his head. "It was while I was dating Jess. I thought she was the prettiest girl I laid eyes on and really liked her, but I couldn't really feel like I was super into her. But I thought that's just how relationships worked, ya know?"

Hyde nodded. "Sure."

"But, then after we slept together, I couldn't get into it like you're supposed or so I was told. I never felt attracted to her, but I thought it was normal...? I guess? I don't know, but all I know is that I saw Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry and I felt things I've never felt before. That man has the nicest butt in TV history."

Hyde laughed. "Yeah, that'll do it."

"Well, what about you? Do you have anyone?"

"Nah," Hyde replied. "Chicks are overrated anyways."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"They're crazy. Every single one of them."

Y/n laughed. "Yeah..."

"Well, glad to have you hear, man," Hyde said and sat down close to him. "It's going to be nice to hear new stories that don't include Star Wars, feminism, how horny Fez is, how Jackie is in love with herself, or Kelso's good looks."

Y/n snorted. "Kelso isn't that attractive. I mean, he's so full of himself and kind of a dumbass."

Hyde laughed cruelly. "I like you, man."

"Thanks, I like you too," Y/n said without thinking and stopped laughing immediately. "I mean in a friendly way, not in a...gay way..."

Hyde shrugged. "Would it be bad if it was?"

"Wait, what?"

"I mean," Hyde began and scooted closer to Y/n. "Why is being into men such a terrible thing?"

Y/n swallowed hard. "It...it's not."

"And you're so brave for coming out and being yourself." Hyde leaned forward, clapping a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

"Thank you. That means a lot."

"Yeah, man. In fact, it's admirable."

"How many beers have you had?" Y/n giggled.

"I only had two."

"Oh...are you always this touchy with your friends?"

"Not really, but I can make an exception."

Y/n's heart was beating so hard, he swore it was going to beat out of his chest. Hyde's face was merely inches from his, his breath fanning on his face. Hyde inched forward, brushing his lips against Y/n's.

"Hyde..." he breathed. "Are you...are you sure?"

"I've been watching you for a while, Y/n. I'm glad I'm not the only one in town who feels the same way."

Y/n couldn't hold back much longer and smashed his lips against Hyde's. "I've liked you for a while now," he said between breaths.

"I know, I'm a catch," Hyde said smugly.

Y/n snorted. "Shut up and kiss me."

Hyde laid his body weight on top of him, trapping him between his forearms.

"You're a really good kisser," Y/n said as Hyde trailed his lips down his jaw to his neck.

"I can say the same about you," Hyde chuckled and brought his lips back to Y/n's soft ones and kissed him gently.

Their lips moved together perfectly, as if they should've done this all along. Y/n moved his hands into Steven's hair and tugged ever so gently. It caused a moan to escape from Steven, making him entwine his tongue with Y/n's, deepening the kiss.

As the kisses became more passionate, the basement door swung open.

"Forgot my wallet--OH, MY GOD!" Eric shouted.

Y/n and Steven pulled apart immediately as Steven scrambled away from Y/n as if he was a disease.

"What the hell?!" Eric continued.

"Uh...I can explain!" Hyde panicked.

"What's going on?" Donna asked, trailing in behind Eric. "I heard yelling."

"I just walked in Y/n and Hyde making out!"

"What? No, you didn't. You just had too much beer," Donna said as everyone else filed in. "Your vision is overlapping."

"No! They were on top of each other, frenching!"

"What? Come on it's Hyde," Kelso said. "He's not into guys like that."

"You're right, I'm not," Hyde retorted and scooted farther away from Y/n. "I don't know who you think you are, man, but I don't swing that way."

"You were on top of him!" Eric continued to shout.

"Okay, so? He pulled me on top of him!" Hyde defended, chuckling nervously. "I'm drunk, I had a lot to drink tonight and I don't have my usual strength to fend him off."

"But, you just said that--" Y/n began but was cut off my Steven.

"Well, I'm not," Hyde said curtly. "I could never be into someone like you. I mean, I'm not gay. Besides, I'd appreciate if you didn't force yourself on me."

"What?" Y/n said, feeling like he'd just been punched in the gut.

"Wait, Hyde is gay?" Fez asked. "No, he's not! I've seen how he is with the ladies. He's one smooth talking S.O.B."

"No, Hyde's not gay, right?" Jackie asked. "I mean, you'd tell me first if you were. I'm the most trustworthy out of everyone here."

"I'm not gay! Will you lay off?" Hyde shouted and stood up from the couch.

"You just said there's nothing wrong with being gay and I thought...I thought you liked me," Y/n responded, fighting his voice not to break.

"No, I don't. Why would you think that?" Hyde's eyes stared coldly at Y/n.

"I can't believe you would take advantage of him like that," Eric said.

"What are you talking about? No, I didn't!" Y/n defended, feeling the familiar burn in his eyes.

"I think you should go," Eric said.

Another dagger into the heart. Y/n nodded, fighting back tears. "Yeah...okay."

As he got up to grab his coat, no one offered to take him home which meant he'd have to walk home alone at night. He quietly left the Forman household feeling heartbroken and humiliated. He knew that he could never go back. He wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow him whole.

As he walked down the empty, dark street of Point Place, he realized just how alone he was in this small town. If only they hadn't walked in on them...if only he hadn't kissed him back...he wouldn't be embarrassed and hurting and walking home alone.

Present Time...

Y/n drew his knees to his chest and cradled his face in his hands. His shoulders shook and his breathing became shallow. The first guy he genuinely liked and he gets thrown to the side like nothing. He knew Steven wasn't easy to be with from all the stories he heard, but he know he had softer side than Hyde let anyone on. Y/n knew he was a good behind that tough exterior. But it didn't matter anymore.

"Y/n, honey?" his mom called from behind the door. "Are you okay?"

"Please, go away," Y/n said thickly.

His mom entered to only see her baby hunched in a ball. "Awe, baby what happened?"

"Nothing," he said.

She went and sat by him. "Did something happen between you and Jess?"

"No," he said shortly.

"Then what happened?"

"You're not going want to hear about it," he sniffed.

She was silent for a minute. "Is this about a boy?"

Y/n could feel his heart clench all over again as fresh tears ran down his face. "He acted like he didn't even care. Like I meant nothing."

"Well, I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"He said he could never like someone like me and tried to say I forced myself on him."

"What?!" she shouted, seeing red. "How dare he say that?! I oughtta go down there and tell him what's what."

"No, Mom, please dont," Y/n said. "I just don't ever want to see him ever again."

She caressed his hair comfortingly. "It's his loss. You're an amazing young man. You're caring, you're kind, you're sweet and funny and so smart. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Y/n eyed his mother. "Why are you being this way? You weren't this way when I came out."

She tilted her head to the side with a sad look. "Regardless with how I feel, you're still my baby. And I still love you no matter what. And it hurts me to see you hurting."

"Well, thank you...I wish everyone else felt the same way."

Seeing her only son completely fall apart in front of her made her want to cry with him, so she wrapped him up in her arms and let him cry, and cry, and cry. He wrapped her up tightly in an embrace, finding some comfort while she whispered reassurance in his ear.

They stayed that way for a while, letting the rain of Point Place drown out his sorrows.

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