#that 70s show imagine

[takenbypeter]

Every night I search up that 70s show x reader (cuz it’s my current fixation), and honestly I’m kinda at the point where I might write some of my own so yeah I guess I’m saying if anyone has requests I’m taking them. I’ll take any for Steven Hyde or Michael Kelso, maybe even Eric Forman but I can’t promise his will be great, (idk I feel like it’ll be hard to get his personality right for me) anyways read my rules before requesting please and thank you 💕

[notbecauseofvictories]

so my aunt is turning 70 in a couple weeks, and I've planned a blowout birthday for her---rented a lake house, invited every member of our family and also some of her friends; I have delightfully kitschy decorations (including a glittery BIRTHDAY QUEEN sash and paste-jewel crown, thanks for asking); my freezer is full of cakes, frosting, and cookies, so all I have to do is defrost, assemble and serve. I have been working on this since February, and I plan parties like a quartermaster just before the army decamps---there are a lot of lists involved.

My most recent task is assembling a guest book, filled with both blank space (so people can write nice messages) as well as all the photos I could get from family members. There's something almost meditative about assembling these pictures---here is my aunt as a teen, standing awkwardly next to her grandmother; here is my aunt as a grown woman, admiring a niece or nephew's sloppy Christmas present; here she is on vacation, or with a friend, or at the interminable succession of Sunday dinners, birthdays, and graduation parties that are the fabric of our family life. Despite having no biological children, she's so involved, she's so present---and this is just what we could grab from phones, my personal photos, facebook!

(She maintains the family archive, so I can't ask her directly.)

I don't know if I have a firm conclusion here. Just that---well, may we all be blessed with more photographs of ourselves than will fill a scrapbook, and a niece who will spend 6 months thinking about how to gently bully you into celebrating your birthday.

[secondratefiction]

That 70's Show Drabble request: It's your and your twin brother Eric's 16th birthday, kitty and red usually remember but they forget yours this year, your boyfriend Hyde notices and gives you one of the best birthdays ever, including you two both having sex for the first time. Hyde also does a little cussing at red And kitty for forgetting their youngest daughter's special day.

'ello my love, always nice to see you around 😁

Afraid I might have gone a little off the brief for this one, but hopefully it still hits at least most of what you wanted 💜

(Ok, yes, timeline wise, Hyde was living with the Foreman's before he got the car, but this is basically the fandom versions of "...who's like is it anyway?" where the stories are made up and canon events don't matter, so... just roll with it)

You're blaming Eric for this.

He was the one who decided he didn't want to share a birthday party with you any more

Now, granted, you had agreed, mostly out of anger and annoyance with him in the moment - "Fine! Why would I want another stupid Star Wars themed party anyway!" - But you hadn't thought it would end up here...

The decision had been made after the disastrous aftermath of your last combined party, and it was something that had slipped your mind over the last year.

Of course in the month before, Eric was sure to bring it up, and remind your parents that you were doing separate celebrations... although, you weren't expecting exactly how that ended up working out.

Your mother had seemed to pull out all the stops for this year "Sixteen is such a special age after all..."

There were pancakes and all of Eric's favorites at breakfast... only Eric's though

And you tried not to let that get to you, but you didn't even get so much as a happy birthday out of any of them... not even your Dad which stung quite a bit considering that it was no secret that he had a tendency to favor you over Eric and even Lori.

But you sucked it up, put on a brave face, and tried to act like it wasn't a big deal... which you were actually pretty good at -

At least until you got sent down to the basement to collect a few things for your mom. That's when Hyde spotted you...

He sat up from the couch looking like he was struggling to wake up. Which, in all fairness, he was, "Hey, little Foreman." You rolled your eyes at him, leaning on the ack of the couch, "Did you sleep here again?" "Yeah." He nodded, leaning into kiss you. "You're gonna get caught..." He only smirked up at you with a shrug, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

Standing up, he vaulted over the back of the couch to pull you into a proper kiss that honestly made you a little weak in the knees, leaning into him more as he pulled away, "Happy Birthday baby."

And just like that the damn broke...

You let out a strangled, broken laugh, quickly burying your face in his chest to try and hide the fact tears had immediately sprung up, and that you were losing the fight to keep them contained.

To say Hyde was caught off guard would be the under statement of the century. He almost panicked as he scrambled trying to figure out what was wrong, what he'd said to set you off.

All of this despite your poor attempts to assure him it was nothing. "Hey, no. Look at me," He pulled you back from him so you couldn't keep hiding, and waiting until you actually looked up to meet his eyes, "If you are this upset, it is not 'nothing'. Now, tell me what happened."

You tried to fight it, keep your mouth shut, but there was an intensity in his gaze that left no room for argument... he wasn't going to let this go until you told him, so you did, laying out all the events of the morning, "... I can't believe they fucking forgot my birthday."

For a moment Hyde's expression was unreadable and you had just started to ask what he was thinking when he grabbed you by your elbow and started walking you towards the door "Wait! Steven, what are you - I'm supposed to be grabbing a box for my mom." "Don't worry about it, I'll get it."

He walked you straight out of the garage, putting you in the Camino, still very confused before he turned around a disappeared back down the basement steps.

He grabbed the box you had indicated and made his way up to the kitchen. Smiling tightly and nodding in greeting when Kitty noticed him. "I didn't realize you were here Steven." "I just came by to pick up Y/N... plans for her birthday, you know."

He took the moment of realization and shock on her face as a chance to drop the box on the table and make a quick exit out the sliding glass door.

He was sliding into the driver's seat by the time Kitty could be heard shouting for Red inside the house, throwing his arm behind your head as he looked to back the car out of the drive

"Ok..." You said slowly as he turned around to put the car in drive, pulling away from your house, "So what are we doing?"

"Don't know yet, that's up to you," He said, smirking at you, letting his hand come to rest on your knee, "Tell me what you want to do, and I'll make it happen."

You couldn't help but laugh a little bit, almost beaming at him as you put your own hand over his, "Anything I want?" "Anything."

[tagthescullion]

hades being all "I stay out of family drama", my man, did you not try to kill thalia like 5 years before because zeus killed your ex in the 40s?? I mean.. you may want to stay away from it but that drama found you real quick

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: You know what your problem is? You’re really cute so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.

Person B: …You think I’m cute?

Person A:

Person A: SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!

[jhoneybees]

I love you all so much.

I genuinely love all of you lovelies so much, you're all so fun to talk, laugh, cry, drool and dance with and I'm so glad SO SO glad that I came across a YouTube short of the Elvis movie that afternoon because if I didn't? I wouldn't have thought to myself "Hm, I could watch that." and watch the movie three times to understand what the characters are saying(because the movie's too quiet👀) and go onto Wattpad to see if there's any Elvis fanfics and find one of little!Elvis getting grumpy and tired of recording, read it and enjoy it then come across a link to someone's Tumblr and find all these wonderful stories you write and spend countless nights reading and giggling and deciding to make an account to post a gif of Elvis and soon write and upload 'Feeling anxious'.

(sorry for all the and's lol)

I want to thank the heavens, the universe whatever it could be that brought me to such an amazing, incredible, strong, loving, caring, fun, unbelievable community.

I love all of you and I mean it...

Every. Single. Individual.

I love YOU.

And I want to thank Elvis for what joy and happiness you bring me. You showed yourself to me in some way and I understood and cherished it in my heart and will always cherish it, even when I'm grey and old. No one can stop me from loving you and I'm serious about that.

You're a friend, a lover, an angel to me even though we have never met and never will until I fly up there to the heavens or become a star or a flower, I don't know, that's when I'll get to meet you and give you the biggest bear hug you could ever imagine.

I love you.

[smollandkindaannoyed]

I just had a thought.

Edwin talkes about how "his death was seen as an act of god" but like, how did he know that? He spend 70 years in hell, and it isn't like he got news letters about the living world in there.

So I just have to imagine, Edwin escapes hell, finds Charlesd dying and comforts him. We all know this bit, all cried during that bit I presume. But after Charles his death, after they had to watch how the school covered up his death, covered up the bullying, the harrasment and the fights, after all that shit they go and investigate all the other "accidents" that happend in that school. Find all the reports, documents and newsartikels from those "accidents", see how all of them got covered up, read the stories the school gave to the press and the parents of those dead children. They get to read how the school put the blame om the dead kid, how the dead didn't happen on schoolgrounds, non of the other students had anything to do with it. And of course they dig deeper, go further back, maybe they can help another kid in their situation and then they find all the paperwork about Edwin his death. Get to read how it got called "an act of god", and Edwin gets to realise that the school didnt even try. They didn't even spin one lie to cover up his murder, didn't say it was an accident, didn't say that it wasn't on schoolgrounds or that Edwin did it himself. They just said "It was an act of God", like that made it alright.

And like that would be heartbreaking, spending 70 years in hell for something he didn't do, being eaten again and again for 70 years because of a stupid "prank" that was fueled by internal homophobia from one of the other boys. And then after those 70 years of torment he finds out no one even cared, because God was fine with his sacrafice.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

plot twist: Ruby is the Master under chameleon arch

[teddypickerry]

can u do a blurb where steven hyde x femreader are cuddling😭 and it’s just so lovey dovey 😭😭 like them spooning and holding hands i cant

𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄-𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊!

pairings! steven hyde x fem reader

word count! 500

warnings! none pure fluff:)

a/n! this is so fucking short what. anyways. SHOCKER I DO WRITE FOR MORE THAN JESS AND NIKKI.

THE SUMMER AFTERNOONS were spent in Eric Forman's basement — shocker, shocker! Which was only a gateway to the rest of the gang making fun of you and your boyfriend, Steven Hyde. An excuse to getting out of school and staying right down where Red Forman vexed. He deemed the downstairs a 'fortress of evil' with all of the teens coming and going out of it. But then Eric turned it into the Dark Side from Stars Wars and started assigning everyone roles... that's when everyone made their way out of there.

Sadly enough, Steven Hyde resided there and you typically resided with him. So, the two of you were trapped in the basement where Eric was loudly watching A New Hope. That was until Hyde caught your attention from behind his sunglasses and motioned for you to follow him. You obliged when Leia showed up — knowing Eric would be too lost in Carrie Fischer to even notice your disappearance. So, when the Princess made her appearance you were out of there.

Half an hour later the two of you found yourselves cuddled up on his bed. Your back pressed into his chest, his arm wrapped around your body. You could feel Steven's breath against the nape of your neck as he dozed off to the sound of Clapton humming in the background. A book rested in your hands as you held it up, hoping to not squash it on the mattress. You could feel Steven’s hands moving which made a slight smile spread to your face. That was until his hand grabbed your wrist and tried to hold your hand — the one that held the book. The very good book.

“Hmph,” He groaned sleepily as he tried to shove the book out of your hand. “Steven, I’m almost done with this chapter. Hey-“ You were cut off by your boyfriend grabbing the book out of your hand. He simply tossed it across the room and dove into you. His mop of curls now rested on your chest as you rolled on your back. Your jaw was still dropped as your new book now on the floor across the room. “Dumbass!” Your hand slapped his head, his eyes opening in the process. “I had like one page left! You cuddle-freak!”

“Shut up.” He mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his back in surrender. Your relationship tended to work best when the both of you just shut your mouths. He groaned before tilting his head up at your annoyed face. “I love you.”

“Yeah well, fuck you.”

“Burn!” Kelso screamed from outside the door where he was spying… along with Donna, Jackie, and Fez. He immediately slammed his hand over his mouth while Donna shoved the poor guy. That was until Hyde exited the room, chasing the tall dumbass out of the basement.

“Hey where’d Hyde and Y/N go?” Eric noticed.

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Hey Reggie, wanna see something hot? Watch me drink raw egg

Regulus: Oh, James—

James: Hold on, I’m drinking my egg

Regulus: No, James—

James: Reggie, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until after I drink my egg

Regulus: Fine

James: *drinks eggs*

James: Now, what’s so important?

Regulus: You’re allergic to eggs

James: *laughs*

James: Oh man, I am

James: Yeah, I gotta go to the hospital

Regulus: Yeah, let’s go

[beaniebeensbaby201]

So jay and fem reader are watching a movie and then she’s feels something on her back and looks at jay andhe looks down at her and she moves and he grunts and holds her hips and she’s like “are you really hard rn?” And he’s like “well your not wearing a bra! It’s not my fault you look hot” and then they start making out and one thing turns to another and they start Yano😈 and his dad walks in asking jay if he’s seen his moms earrings

A/N: omg this is gold!

Warnings: smut, teasing, dry humping, um cursing.

It was a Saturday night, as it was your annual weekend sleepover. You and Jay have had sleepovers even before you got together, as you were next-door neighbors all your life and you being best friends.

It was almost six pm, and his parents were getting ready for their dinner reservations.

You were currently in one of his t shirts and some short shorts in his bedroom. Jay's hands were laid on your abdomen, his fingers inching up your shirt.

You flinched at the contact of his cold fingers against your warm skin. You squirmed, causing him to groan. You smirked as you rolled your hips against his feeling something hard against you.

"Are you turned on?" You had a teasing smirk on your lips when you felt his hot breath against your ear.

"I can't help it, baby. You're not wearing a bra." You scoffed but teasingly continue to roll your hips.

You both moan, but you placed a hand over your mouth so you're not too loud.

You decided to turn around because neither of you were watching the movie.

You placed your hands around his neck as you kissed his neck. You sucked harshly on his skin as you left love bites. You bit the same area as the other one was beginning to heal.

"Fuck!" You shush him with your lips grazing his skip causing Goosebumps to trail along his skin.

"Hey, Jay have you seen your mother's-" You two end up screaming as you weren't wearing a top and you saw his father enter his bedroom.

Then Kelso begins to scream as you and Jay look at each other. You both held a look of horror in your eyes.

"Honey, what is taking so long!" Jackie comes into the room.

"What the hell is this?" Jackie squeaks, not caring that his son's girlfriend doesn't have a shirt on as Jay covers her chest as best he could with his arms.

"I'd like to know the same thing." Kelso crosses his arms.

Jay and Y/n knew for next time to lock the door.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Natasha: I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually having a good time.

Pietro: *Walks into Wanda's bedroom without knocking*

Wanda, annoyed: What are you doing here, Pietro? Get out!

Tony, blowing on his freshly painted nails: Yeah, this is girl's night.

[basementsmokecircle]

WHERE R UUU

im so sorry for being mia, school has been ROUGH

here's a preview of something i'm working on as an apology :))

you always find yourself here. 

no matter what you do, how long you wait, you always find yourself here - standing outside of eric foreman’s basement - nervous to knock on the door.

you’ve been nervous a lot recently.

a subtle kind of anxiety that creeps up on you, until you can’t feel your fingers and your arms have gone numb. smoking helped. it’s why you’re here now, knocking on your dealer’s best friend’s door. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reach up and rap your knuckles against the wood.

the door gets ripped open, and the look of confusion that was marred on steven’s face slides into surprise. he’s wearing a washed-out band tee, and if you squint, you can see the remnants of a name there, but steven’s tapping his rings on the door, dragging your attention back to his face.

there’s a knowing grin on his face.

“haven’t seen you around in a while,” he states, trailing his eyes up the length of you. the pair of you haven’t seen each other since he tried to teach you how to roll, before getting distracted by one of kelso’s pranks. you nod and nervously twist at the hips, sending the hem of your skirt twirling.

“miss me?” you squint at him. you missed him. you never thought you’d think that. never thought that you would miss steven hyde, yet here you are. hyde raises his brows, tongue trailing the line of his bottom teeth as he tries - and fails - to hide his blushing smile.

steven pulls the door open and you glance around the surprisingly empty basement. 

“been kinda anxious lately.”

“oh, well-” steven starts, patting his chest and looking at you triumphantly, “-hyde’s got something for that”

in a daze, you watch hyde as he lifts the joint to his lips. that anxious feeling tugging at your stomach has scattered, and been replaced with a giggly kind of calm. you let yourself gaze at his ringed fingers, at the way his lips wrap around the paper, at the way he inhales, the smoke wafting out of his mouth and his nose, settling around the room.

jim morrison is singing about an LA woman, and the music settles into your subconscious, the guitar prickling at the cloudy parts of your mind. hyde wordlessly hands you the joint but drops it on the ugly yellow couch. you start giggling, being quick to pick it up and pull it to your lips.

“you get so giggly when you’re high. it’s cute.”

the compliment washes over you, “you think i’m cute?” you giggle, furrowing your brows together and smiling, stupidly. hyde leans back against the couch and motions for the joint.

“mm-hm,” he sounds, casually, pulling the joint to his mouth. “i’ve never told you that?”

“no, you have. just wanted to hear it again.”

hyde’s face splits into a smile, “you’re evil. you come here just to get complimented?”

“s’not my fault you’re so good at it.”

you roll off the bed before he can respond, yelling, “music time!”

steven rolls his eyes and groans.

“i promise it’ll be good - no abba. besides, this album is basically over. i’ll pick something you like.”

“fine,” he dubiously agrees. 

“what do i get if i pick correctly?”

he thinks it over, looking around the room to check if he has anything he’s willing to give you. then he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

“a kiss?” he offers.

you clap your hands excitedly, “okay, gotta slip into focus mode.”

you crack your fingers and roll your neck, giving his crates of vinyl a concentrated stare. you have a lot of options.

“does it have to be your favourite or one you’re just okay with?” 

“oh,” hyde begins, getting comfortable on the couch. he’s manspreading, an arm behind his head, staring at you as he smokes. 

if you weren’t so high, you’d be blushing.

“i want to hear my favourite.” 

“you’re making this extremely hard; do you not want to kiss me or something?” 

a shit-eating grin appears on his lips, “gotta make you work for it, doll.”

you blush and quickly turn away, flipping through the huge music collection. hyde pipes up from the couch as he watches you take your time. 

“i’m getting nervous baby,” he calls, but you shush him, “shut up steven, you’re distracting me.”

bowie, hendrix, fleetwood mac, led zeppelin—you pause and frown at the album. noticing how worn the case is, you set up the record player. a surprised look of recognition floods hyde’s face as he hears the opening chords to black dog.

“no…” he trails off.

you smile excitedly. “did i do good?”

when the drum hits, he jumps from the couch and stalks toward you. your back gets pushed against the countertop before you even register that he’s there. it’s sudden enough that you make a small, startled sound, hands jutting out behind you to grab at the edge of the counter. he slides his hand around your waist, tugging your hips towards him by the small of your back and begins talking as if this isn’t affecting him in the slightest. you, on the other hand… 

“you’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?” he asks, bending down; pouring his red-rimmed eyes into yours. all you can do is stand there and let out a shuddering, stuttering breath.

suddenly, you’re nervous. maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the proximity, but as hyde flicks his gaze from your lips to your eyes -- up close and personal -- you’re a goner. 

“no,” you whisper, gulping. “i’m just observant.” 

“always looking at me,” he tuts, and he’s joking, but you nod regardless. nod because it’s true. 

“yeah, you’re really pretty.”

hyde doesn’t expect that. he pulls a face and snorts, “what?” 

“yeah, like,” you start, tone quiet. you flick your eyes down the length of his throat, fingers coming out to play with the hem of his shirt. 

you briefly smile, “sometimes, i think it’s kinda insane, how pretty you are. you have really nice lips. the hair is appealing, too, of course, but i think it’s the whole package that just – has anyone ever told you that? that you’re pretty? i really think they should have; it’s so obvious—”

hyde shuts you up with a kiss.

he tightens his grip on your back and just kisses you, deep and steady, with no tongue, just the soft feel of his lips and the taste of weed and spit. at first, it shocks you and makes you pause, but then you’re there, moving your fingers to grab at his belt to tug him deeper, pulling away for a second, just to lean forward and kiss him again.“say that again,” he breathes, dark eyes catching yours.

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine being Hyde’s secret girlfriend

You bounced into the basement, a smile on your face as you opened the door to reveal Steven sitting in his lawn chair, looking over a magazine as you closed the door.

“Dude.” You stated as he turned the page, his eyes never lifting from the page

“Dude, what?” He mimicked you as you sat on the couch beside his chair, and leaned on the arm.

“So my brother came home this afternoon, strangely excited because he has a new mystery to figure out.”

“Oh really, how’s he gonna do that without a brain?”

“He is employing Jackie to assist him, and we all know anything gossip related she will figure out.”

“Wait, what kind of mystery is this?”

“They are trying to figure out how one Stephen Hyde is getting some, after raising his hand when my whipped brother asked, ‘Whose getting some’.” You whispered, as Hyde finally met your eyes, a blush involuntarily coming to your cheeks as you melted into his eyes, which were hidden behind his aviators.

“Well they will never figure it….” He started, as the door crashed open, and Kelso stood there, pointing at him, “I figured it out!”

“Figured what out stupid?” His eyes now meeting his as yours stayed fixated on Hyde’s

“You are getting some from Pam freaking Marcy aren’t you?” Kelso smiled, your own smile growing as you watched his eyes roll, something the older twin couldn’t see from the door

“You caught me.” Hyde sighed, “Just don’t tell Jackie.”

“Oh I already did. Man, how did you get so lucky to bang the hottest girl in school?”

“I don’t know, sometimes things just work out that way. One day you are sitting on the couch, joking around about her idiot brother, and the next thing you know, she is in your bed daily.” He shrugged as your blush drained from your face, as you realized his error before him.

“Patty Marcy doesn’t have a brother.” Kelso answered, and then for the first time since getting there Kelso noticed you on the couch, your eyes still on Hyde as the few brain cells he had connected the dots. It took all but a few seconds for Kelso to scream, “You’re banging my sister!”

“What… No.” Hyde stuttered, as you whispered, “Run.”

As soon as you whispered it, both boys took off through the basement, Kelso chasing Hyde out the door as he fled, leaving you there with the discarded magazine. You slowly picked it up from the chair, and started to leaf through it yourself, waiting for the duo to come home so you could see the damage.

[giantkillerjack]

After learning about the video game "CONTROL" and watching Julia LePetit-Drawfee play it, I have amended my views on brutalist architecture.

I used to think that brutalist architecture was a completely miserable and hideous style of architecture to expect human beings to exist in or around, with absolutely no acceptable applications.

But NOW I think that brutalist architecture is a completely miserable and hideous style of architecture to expect human beings to exist in or around, which is actually quite suitable for a visually striking video game about a living building that fucking hates you and is actively trying to kill you and everyone in it. ✅ ✅ ✅

I'm being silly but tbh anyone who disagrees with me can go ahead and spend 10 years commuting in the dingy gray concrete brutalist dimness of the DC metro system and then fucking get back to me.

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

if life was perfect there would be a tranquility base hotel + casino film. send post.