A new question that I have regarding That 70s Show? If Jackie hated Eric so much, why couldn’t she admit it to his face instead of making fun of him every chance she got?
Don’t get me wrong, I do like Jackie, but the way she treated Eric sometimes was pretty mean and, frankly I found it disgusting.
Thanks for the ask!
Jackie DID let Eric know how she felt about him, *lol*. All the time.
A small sampling:
Jackie: Well you'd better do something. You know what girls talk about when they get together.
Eric: Sugar and spice and everything nice?
Jackie: That's what we're made of, you dumbass.
Eric: Hello ladies.
Jackie: Blech! [Eric and Donna both glare at her] Oh, c'mon. A sweater vest?
Donna: Jackie if you don't have anything nice to say, just don't say anything at all.
Jackie: Well if I followed that rule, I'd never speak again.
Kelso: C'mon, Eric. We're a team.
Jackie (to Eric): Yeah. Michael is the looks, Steven is the brains, and you? Your house has food.
And Eric dishes it back to Jackie, just as much if not more. He is an equal driver of their antagonistic (very sibling-like, in my opinion) relationship.
It's one of the main reasons I don't believe the canon versions of these characters would ever be interested in being in a relationship with each other. They were quite mean to each other. They did insult each other constantly. And not in like, a flirty, simmering-under-the-surface, enemies-to-lovers way, like with Jackie and Hyde. Because there was never any attraction between Jackie and Eric - Jackie was openly & consistently disgusted by him, and Hyde had to explain to Eric that Jackie was physically attractive after they started dating because Eric was so repulsed by her personality that he couldn't see past it. It's always been just insults between Eric and Jackie. And I agree with you - some of them are hurtful.
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Why Jackie would sometimes be a questionable mother. Hot take time!
And yes, even with Hyde.
1. At her worst, she can be actively controlling. If her kids are doing things that don't fit in her version of her kids' best interest, she can be downright nasty. She can be overbearing like Kitty, but not in a mother hen kind of way. As her kids get older, she'll likely have trouble relinquishing control of her children. She's absolutely the meddling mother type, and will do anything to get her way. And, it'll be under the guise of doing it "for their best interest." Sometimes, it is. And sometimes, it's not.
2. She will seriously struggle with having a daughter who isn't stereotypically feminine enough. She always envisions her daughter being a near mini me, and she wants to go shopping, get their nails done, etc with her. She tries to keep quiet about it, but it will come to the surface at some point.
3. With Hyde, there's a particular problem I can see popping up. Hyde can possibly overcompensate for his shitty childhood, and spoil his kids rotten. And give them a childhood he never had, in theory, but he goes overboard. Jackie knows there's more to life than material things, and Hyde does too. But they can't help it, sometimes.
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Kelso and Fez would rarely push back for numbers one and two, Kelso in particular. Hyde and Eric would, but it would be a long road ahead.
Additionally, Kelso would reinforce Jackie's bad parenting habits. There would be a lot of "listen to your mother, that's what I do." And Jackie could certainly backslide, and try to spoil her kids rotten. Because if they don't grow as a couple, she and Kelso are being...Jackie and Kelso, simply. And she'll try to compensate for that, with disastrous results.
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Fictober 5th - “No, anything but that!”
This is part of #Fictober22, original post HERE if you want to follow or write along. Just some drabbles I’m doing, for fun. ✌🏼
“I’m sorry Eric, I’m just not feeling well.” Donna clutched her pregnant belly and Eric felt a pang of guilt for even making her apologize. “I don’t think I can help you set up the crib today, and it’s definitely a two person job.”
“No, no,” Eric soothed, and he set a hand on his girlfriend’s back, guiding her back towards their bedroom. “I’m sorry. Of course, you should rest. I’ll - I’ll try to figure it out myself.”
Damn their procrastinating, Eric thought. They’d kept saying they’d set the crib up next weekend, and then the next one, and then the one after that until, well - they were about to run out of weekends. Baby-free weekends, anyway.
Donna’d started having Braxton-Hicks contractions - Kitty called them false labor pains, but it meant real labor was just ahead. Red had slapped Eric’s shoulders, chuckling, and told him to get the damn crib ready, dumbass.
“I’ve got this,” Eric assured her, trying to hide the panic welling in his voice. “I’ve got it.”
Donna shook her head. “No. You won’t be able to do it alone. But you know who’s surprisingly good at this kind of thing? Jackie. I’ll call her.
“No, anything but that!” Eric shook his head vehemently.
But it was too late. Donna was on the phone, and in just fifteen minutes, Jackie Burkhart was at their door.
“I’m so glad you called me, Donna,” Jackie nodded. “I’ll have that crib built in no time. Well, Eric will. But I’ll tell him what to do.” Upon arriving she’d promptly heated up some tea for Donna, and now she filled a mug and sent a grateful Donna on her way, back to bed. Then Jackie turned to Eric.
“Where’s the instruction manual?” she asked snottily.
“Over there, I’m guessing.” Eric gestured to the large cardboard box the crib was delivered in. He hadn’t touched it.
“Open the box, Eric,” Jackie commanded. She handed him a pair of scissors and primly took a seat on the edge of an ottoman. “I’ll try to use small words so you can understand.” She gave Eric a tight smile.
He growled and snatched the scissors from her, then opened the box and spread the contents out on the rug in silence. When he found the instruction manual, he handed it to Jackie wordlessly. She looked over it and then slid to the floor to inspect the pieces.
“Okay, we need four of these thingies,” she held up a long white piece, but Eric shook his head.
“We only have three.”
Jackie scowled. “What do you mean we only have three? We need four.”
“I mean there’s only three.” Eric scowled back. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Well check the box or something,” she said, exasperated.
Eric shook the box, and the missing long white piece fell to the floor between them. His face turned red, embarrassed, and Jackie snatched the piece in her hand, vindicated.
“Ha,” she snapped. “Follow directions, Eric,” she taunted him, but when he muttered an apology under his breath she let up.
Over the next thirty minutes, they successfully assembled the skeleton of the crib. Surprising both of them, after their initial quibbling they were able to set aside their bickering and work together. Jackie’s natural leadership abilities and prior mechanic experience shone through, and Eric’s craftsmanship from putting together his models lent itself to the task, too.
“Is that screw tight?” Jackie inspected over his shoulder as they finished attaching the headboard to the base of the crib.
Eric checked it himself, and nodded. “Yep.”
“Are you sure?” Jackie teased him. She tossed the Phillips screwdriver she’d been holding into the toolbox, like she was taking a break for a while. “I want my godchild to be safe while they sleep.”
Eric rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Right. And I have no vested interest here.”
They did take a break to go have a pop in the kitchen, and as they sat down at the counter Jackie said, “You know, Eric, we were almost a good team back there.”
Eric took a thoughtful sip of his Coke. “I’m pleasantly surprised at how not awful that turned out to be.”
“Aw,” Jackie lifted a hand to her heart. “Eric. That’s one of the nicest things you’ve said about me.”
Eric nodded his head sincerely. “I really, really meant it, Jackie.”
“You take directions well,” she said, turning to compliment him.
“Huh,” Eric said. “Tell Donna that, will you?”
“Sure,” Jackie giggled. “You know Eric, we’ve hung out together - just us - twice now, and you haven’t hated it,” she reminded him. “Remember when we registered for gifts for your wedding?” Eric slowly nodded. He remembered. Jackie sipped her Tab, and smiled. “We’re kind of friends, Eric.”
Eric laughed. “No, we’re not,” he said reflexively. Jackie tilted her head, but she didn’t say anything. Eric thought about it for another moment, and then his eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god. You’re kind of my friend!”
Jackie’s laugh was more of a cackle now.
“Oh my god,” Eric begged her. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
Jackie covered her mouth, still laughing. “I think - I think they might already know.”
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