#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 💕

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

Donna had actually left to go to college?

[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.

[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

[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."

[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!

[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

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

It wasn’t just a pregnancy scare, and Jackie had actually gotten pregnant?

[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.

[adastra121]

Ais: Hm. It's getting colder. Kuras: Here. *gives Ais his coat* The temperature will continue to drop. You should wear additional layers. Ais: Doctor's orders? Kuras: A mere suggestion. *smile* From a concerned friend. Ais: Heart's growing warmer already. MC: I'm kind of cold, too. Leander: What? You should have told me, MC! Hold on. *opens his coat and wraps it around MC so they're in a coat burrito together* There. Better? MC: *smile* Yeah. Thank you, Leander. Leander: Happy to help. And you know, if you wanted help warming up in other ways...

[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.

[megsforpresident]

Damn you, Steven Hyde! - Fluff

Steven Hyde x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi! this is the first one shot i have ever posted anywhere to be honest, but I've been obsessed with That 70s show and I wrote this directly here knowing that i would be forced to post it.

English is not my first language but I always loved to write so hopefully this is not too bad. let me know what you think!

I will make a part 2 of this, that will contain smut.

trope: two idiots in love, a little bit of miss-comunication.

TW: name calling, swearing, bad bad writing, smoking weed, under-age drinking. i think that's all, let me know if there are other things i should consider.

anyway, here we go!

"Oh c'mon, I'll spend the night with you Fez." You promised. "We can watch a movie if you want, your pick." Fez smiled and crunched down a bit, hugging your neck from behind since you were sitting down on 'Hyde's chair'.

"This is why you are my favorite, Y/N/N." He smiled, accent thick on his tongue.

It was true. You were always nice to Fez and, even if you were Eric's twin sister, you were the only girl in the group that was single and Fez always thought he could have his way with you like he did with Donna and Jackie, if they were single.

Being Eric's twin sister had it's good sides. You were your parents favorite. It was more than likely to happen when you are the youngest and a girl. You weren't whoreing around high school like your older sister Laurie had been, and you brother, well Red just thought he was a dumbass while Kitty tried to baby him.

You didn't need that tho. you knew how to stand up for yourself, you were well behaved and your parents trusted you. Even if you did exactly the same things Eric did, it was always more fun to you even if you got caught.

Another thing, your friends were his and, most of the times, vice versa. The both of you had been friends with Donna, Hyde and Kelso since forever, always hanging out in your basement.

The bad side was Hyde. Not him necessarily, but the close relationship with him. You and Hyde would flirt all the goddamn time until your brother got uncomfortable.

Since you were around 11 or 12 that you had been fighting over who sits in that chair just for the sake of it, and that only stopped when you both decided by sharing a look that you would do anything to annoy your brother, so Hyde pulled you to his lap and ever since then, you would always sit on the chair or on Hyde, it basically just became a habit to everyone really.

And you absolutely adored the relationship you had with him. That's what fucked it up, Hyde grew up to be exactly your type. Or maybe your type was based on Hyde. You just know that on your last sleep over with Donna and Jackie when you borrowed your mom's cosmo you figured that Hyde filled all the categories as your dream man. And oh boy, did they tease you about it.

"But in all seriousness." Jackie said after a few laughs. "Hyde would never deserve a girl like you."

And that played over and over in your head.

After that you had gone to the disco and you bugged and bugged and bugged Hyde to come with all of you until he said yes.

That night you had danced with Fez after Jackie and you totally tired him out, after that you tried to dance with Kelso, cheer him up a bit and teach him a few moves so that he could keep up with Jackie before he realised that Fez and Jackie were outside alone.

And even after dancing for so long, you still wanted to keep going. You got that from your mother. The problem was, you obviously wouldn't dance with your brother, specially because he can't dance for the life of him.

"Hey that guy over there looks like he can dance." Donna declared, pointing over your shoulder. "He's been looking at you since you were dancing with Fez." She added quietly, mostly to your brother sake because he was obviously over protective of you.

In Eric's mind, if anything happened to you while you were both out, Red would absolutely kill him for not protecting his precious little angel enough.

"Let's see if he can dance." You add with a smirk, getting ready to get up.

"You wanna dance?" Hyde said before you even could get up. You looked at him puzzled, as did Eric and Donna. "C'mon, let's dance." He got up and grabbed your hand.

So that night you danced with Hyde to Fernando by ABBA. And he told you that he wanted to kiss you. And just for a tiny moment you thought he was joking, before you saw the seriousness in his eyes. And, god, did you wish the song could have lasted just a minute longer because you would've absolutely kissed him right there.

Ever since then, it had been different between you two, but only you had noticed. Hyde didn't want to make you weird around him and since you didn't answer, he took it as a hint that you would always be just friends.

That was another bad side of being a Forman. There were things that were hard to talk about, specially feelings. You got that from Red. But did you want to have the guts to tell Hyde how you felt.

When Christmas came along, he gave you his gift on the cruiser. He didn't get anything to anyone else because he didn't have the Money to do so.

He gave you the polaroid you had taken with Jackies camara on the next town over that you had lost over a rock, paper or scissors game. Hyde put a black frame on it with a bracelet from the concert you went to that night, and it had been in your night stand since he gave it to you.

You got him a new pair of sunglasses. The same exact ones he had and had you worked your ass off to find them. You were the only one who noticed they were broken so the lent would fall out. And he smiled so big when he opened the box, it was like he own a contest.

You thought he got the hint. He didn't. So now here he was, bragging about Chrissy, and the wild sex they just had, and how she had asked him to move to New york.

You weren't even listening until you heard your brothers pinchy voice, telling him he couldn't.

"Damn it Forman, now I lost my train of thought." He got up angry, touching your shoulder so he could sit on the chair. "Hey sweetheart." He said loudly, like he always did, coming to kiss your cheek, like he always did before you both sat back down.

"Hey Hyde." You said with a small smile, but avoided his kiss, reaching for the cruiser keys that were on the table. "What do you say Fez, wanna go grab a few movies?"

"Oh yes. Maybe the pretty blonde that works there will be there." He said excited, reaching for his jacket.

"Wait for us." You said more to your brother, knowing that as soon as Donna was gone and Michael was back they would get high, and you always did it with them, Donna didn't because she didn't like the smell.

Hyde found your behaviour weird since you never acted like that with him but your brother made the stupid joke that you were probably on your period which Donna hit him in the arm for, and quickly got back to trying to get Hyde from going to New york.

When you got to the video store, you gave Fez enough Money to rent two movies and stayed in the car. You cried, and you were woman enough to admit that you cried. Out of jealousy that he was with that Chrissy bitch, that he would leave town, but mostly because he would leave town with her.

You only realised Fez got back because he hugged you and you appreciated it even if you made him promise not to say anything and didn't exactly tell him why you were crying.

As soon as Eric heard the vista's doors closing, he got the pot from its hiding place.

"I don't think is a good ideia Hyde." Your brother said when it started to kick in.

And you blacked out. Not literally, you just didn't want to listen.

"Y/N you gonna help me and Fez out?" Eric asked.

"Nop." You answered, getting up from where you were resting against Michael. "Hyde can go to hell for all I care." And he laughed.

"Don't kiss my ass, sweetheart."

"But Y/N/N weren't you crying in the car because of..." And before Fez could continue, you threw a shoe at him. Yes, a shoe because your stoned mind couldn't think of anything else.

"You were crying?" Eric and Hyde asked at the same time but you quickly ignored them.

"I gotta pee." And with that you left before anymore questions.

The feeling left and Hyde went home to pack his bag, his mind set on going even after your brother's many tries. After dinner and before he went on his 'drive' with Donna, Eric tried to bug the truth out of you but you wouldn't open up.

"You don't want to tell me, fine." He said, annoyed. "I'm going over to Hyde's to try and talk him, do you wanna come?"

"Eric, mom and dad already talked to him, you bugged him all afternoon, me talking to him won't change anything, it won't either if you just keep repeating the same thing." You finally said, finishing up washing the plates from dinner.

"You haven't even said anything, I thought you cared for Hyde a little bit more." He said before he left and you just kept washing the dishes.

After a few minutes Donna showed up, sitting on the high stool as you cleaned the counter.

"Eric went to see Hyde before he left, he might be a bit late." You told Donna, avoiding looking at her knowing that she would know how you felt by just looking at you.

"And you stayed because?"

"It wouldn't matter if I went." Your voice was clearly emotional, not thinking about anything else but losing your best friend Hyde over New York, and the wild bimbo Chrissy.

"He likes you! You could make him stay!" Now Donna got up and you looked at her. "What are you waiting for? For him to leave with that bimbo? He's going to ruin his life in New york, Y/N/N. Talk to him, have him ruin his life here, with us." You laughed a bit.

"Do you really think I could make him stay?" You asked on a small voice, clearly wanting to ask something else.

"Of course!" Donna said. "Hyde is absolutely crazy for you." She smiled and you just left the counter half cleaned before you ran to the living room.

"I'm going out, but I promise I won't be gone long." You said before you tried to leave.

"Hold it." Said Red Forman and, you didn't even register before you stopped and turned back to the living room. "You're finally going to talk to Steven?"

"Yes daddy." You mumbled. You could have tried to fool your dad but it wouldn't pass the Red-dar.

"Take the Toyota. I don't want you walking alone so late at night." He pointed to the keys on the high table behind him.

"Thank you daddy!" You kissed his cheek and ran to the garage pass Donna showing her the keys.

You drove quickly but a lot more careful than you would have done if it was with the cruiser. Parking next to the cruiser, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror, cleaning the remaining tears and fixing your lashes, knowing that Hyde would know if you were crying.

When you got to his front porch, you saw Eric and Hyde sitting, laughing a bit. Nervously, you put your hands on the front pocket of your denim skirt and walked to them, clearing your throat so they would notice you and stop the conversation, never trusting what they talked about when alone and definitely didn't want to over hear.

"Hey Y/N/N, did you walk here?" Your brother asked quickly. "Why didn't you wait until I got back?"

"Red borrowed me the Toyota." You said showing Eric the keys. "Be careful when you back up the cruiser."

"Oh right." He said, looking between the two of you. Eric might be dumb most of the times but this one he could tell. "I guess I'll see you around if I ever go to the big Apple Hyde. Good luck." And with that they hugged, Hyde thanked him, and Eric left.

It might have been a twin thing, but you shared a look and you knew Eric hoped to every God out there that you would get Hyde to stay, even if you were going to try, it made you lose a little bit of hope that it was all up to you now.

"Hey sweetheart." He tried again, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket.

Tears were back in your eyes when you finally got closer to him, pushing him in the chest.

"How dare you, Steven?!" You asked annoyed. "How dare you even think of leaving without saying goodbye?!"

"Sweetheart..." He started, finally noticing the tears on your face, trying to get closer to you but you pushed him again, pointing a finger to his face.

"No. Don't 'sweetheart' me. You were supposed to leave this town with me. Follow me to college like a creep and sneak into my dorm room like we promised." And that's when it hit him.

You had promised that one time on a sleep over when you woke up in the middle of the night and Hyde went to use your bathroom. He was the only boy you would let use your bathroom and he noticed you were up. You both got high on the room just outside your window and made that promise with each other before you went back inside and read to him the book Eric had gotten you for christmas and you both fell asleep.

Before he could respond, you had glued yourself to his torso, crying quietly on his chest.

"Don't go. Please." You asked before he tossed the cigarette aside and hugged you back. He calmed you down, before you pulled back to look at him.

You took the glassed from his face and held his face lightly. "Even if I lost my change with you, Steven, please don't go. I don't want to lose my best friend." You whispered.

And this time it was Hyde that was absolutely speechless, just like you were the night at the disco.

"I think I really want to kiss you right now, y/n." Your breath changed, as Steven reached to put a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to."

And with that you took initiative, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, holding your neck and your waist as you passed one hand to his hair pulling him to you and smiled back.

"Promise me another one of those and I might just stay the rest of my life in this stupid town." Hyde joked when you broke a part and you both laughed a bit before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Can have as many as you want if you go tell that bimbo you're not going with her." You joked this time.

"Oh baby, are you jealous?" Steven tried to joke as you pulled him inside his house and picked up his bag. "Straight to the bedroom, hum?" He pulled you back by the hips, kissing your neck.

"Steven?" His mother asked, loudly.

"Gotta be quiet baby love." He whispered in your ear.

"Not right now, pretty boy. You got a heart to break." You pushed him back from you a lot softer than you had done outside. "Hurry up and you might just get lucky." Kissing his cheek you, left to the living room.

You knew his mom, and she surprisingly liked you.

"Hey Edna." You gave her a warm smile before she turned from inside the fridge to look over her shoulder.

"Oh hey Y/N! What a beer?" She took two out of the fridge as she asked and turned to you. "Would offer you a soda but I don't have any."

"Yeah sure, I'll take one." You kept your cool.

"Take a seat." She offered and you sat at the small kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Steven came to pick some of his stuff up, we're having a sleep over." You lied easily, taking a drink of your beer.

"You are good to him." She said, sitting across from you and only then you realised that she was drunk. "I think he has a crush on you." Edna laughed.

"Mom." You heard Steven whine from the kitchen door.

"Really?" You laughed. "Do you have anything to say about it Steven?" Before you could embarrass him further he pulled you hand and started walking through the house to get out like it was eating him alive.

"I'm staying at Foreman's tonight." Was all he said before you both left the house, and he forced you to run to the Toyota.

part 2 - to be added.

[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.