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The Things You Give Pt. 29
Woooooooww. It's been WAY too long! I'm so sorry my loves. Thank you for still reading my content though! I can't tell youhow much it means to me. You all are amazing and make my day by your likes and comments! I lost a lot of inspiration towards the end of last year and it was hard to write when you don't have that or any of the creative juices flowing, but I fought it because of you guys, so thank you for keeping me writing! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Much love!
February 28, 1979
Point Place, Wisconsin
Forman Residence
Eric Forman’s Basement
“You guys, listen to this ad,” Eric announced. “Do you like to draw? Well, I have been known to trace my hand and turn it into a turkey. If so, have your artistic ability evaluated by the cartoon academy of Fort Lauderdale.”
“Ooh, I think Picasso went there,” Kelso said.
“All I have to do is send in my drawing of Sanchez the turtle and a money order for $19.95. 20 bucks to get judged by a panel of cartoon experts? I'd pay twice that,” Eric said, grabbing a pad and pen.
“Okay, besides that, Donna…how’s the radio station going?” Jackie asked.
“It’s good,” she responded. “I get to host Tuesdays and Thursday’s from one to five A.M. Boss man is even thinking of letting me cohost with—get this—Jerry Thunder!”
“That’s awesome!” Kelso cried out excitedly. “You get to work with ‘The Sound!’” He lowered his voice, imitating the radio station announcement.
“Do you have any idea what this could mean for my career?” Donna continued.
"Oh, my God! You're going to be famous!" Jackie squealed.
“Exactly,” Eric responded. “Awe, my girl is going to be radio famous.”
“What about you, Steven?” Jackie asked, turning to him. “How’s work going?”
“Fine?” Hyde questioned, eyeing her. “Why are you so interested in other people’s lives?”
“Can’t I be interested in my friends’ lives?” she asked innocently.
“No,” he said flatly. “You’ve never have. What’s gotten into you?”
She sighed. “Well, Markus told me that I need to start taking an interest in other people’s lives other than my own, otherwise people won’t really love me like they say they do. And when I said that they do actually love me, he said they were lying to me. Is that true?”
Everyone went silent; not knowing how to respond.
Y/n clicked her tongue. “Um…well…”
“Who’s going to tell her?” Hyde asked. “Because I’m about to hurt her feelings."
“Oh, it’s true!” Jackie whined. “I thought I was being lovable. You know—like the nice princess from The Wizard of Oz.”
“Yeah,” Eric said slowly. “You’re not. You’re more like the wicked witch of the west.”
“Alright, as fun as this is, I need to get to work,” Hyde announced.
“Who’s running the store while you’re here?” Donna asked.
“Angie. She’s really wound tight on when we open,” he responded, rolling his eyes. “She’s always bitching about me not being there early and opening up on time and not closing early. It’s stupid.”
“Man, Angie is so pretty,” Kelso cooed.
“What have I said when talking about my sister?” Hyde asked gruffly.
“Don’t put her name or pretty or anything of the like in the same sentence,” he responded, not making eye contact.
“That’s right,” Hyde responded. “Anyway, Angie likes to jump my ass about everything. I didn’t close last night so now it’s apparently my fault that the store looked like a mess this morning.”
“Well, then who closed?” Y/n asked.
“Me. I closed six hours early and apparently that’s bad business. But in my defense, I had an important appointment to go to.”
“Oh, your baby appointments?” Kelso asked as he started throwing a ball into the air.
“No, I had an appointment at my darts tournament.”
“Steven,” Y/n lectured. “I know your sister is hard to work with but maybe you shouldn’t make her make your life more miserable.”
“Betrayal!” Steven cried out, pretending to be offended at his wife.
Y/n shook her head at him.
“I thought you guys didn’t get along?” Fez asked. “Why are you defending her?”
“Hey, right is right and wrong is wrong,” she replied. “And right now, Steven is wrong.”
“I think this calls for a divorce,” Eric said.
“Shut up, Eric,” Y/n said, propping her feet up on the table. “Steven, if you want her to get off your ass, maybe try pulling your weight around the store. It’s called running a business.”
“I’d hate to admit it, Hyde, but she’s right,” Donna said.
“What’s going on here?” Hyde asked. “I can’t believe you’re on her side!”
“Normally I wouldn’t be, but this time she’s right,” Y/n responded. “It’s like me doing all the cooking and cleaning around the house and taking care of the kids while you’re away at work, and then coming home just to go to bed.”
Steven blinked at her. “Okay, where’s the lesson in that?”
“Steven!” she screeched. “My point is you can’t just show up and not expect to do any work. Especially at your own store.”
Steven made a face and sighed. “Fine. But I’m going to complain the whole time.”
She shook her head at him. “That’s fine. As long as work gets done. And I expect the same at home too!”
“Sure. But just so you know you’re going to have pay me too.”
“I can’t. It’s illegal if I do,” she sassed.
He smirked at her. “I love you.”
She smiled. “Love you, too.”
“Alright, well, I’m going.”
“Oh, don’t forget, we have a class later tonight.”
“What class?”
“A class on how to take care of a baby,” she said. “Remember? I signed us up for it with my mom. The same class Kelso and Brooke took.”
He groaned. “Come on, Y/n, do I really have to go?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m not going to be the only one changing poopy diapers.”
“See, I was thinking I could be in charge of what goes into the babies and you’re in charge of what comes out.” The look on her face said otherwise. “Fine.”
She perked up immediately. “Thank you. It’s at 6. Be here by 5:30.”
He huffed. “Okay.” With that, he walked out the basement, leaving the rest behind.
“And I’m hungry,” Y/n said and brought her feet down. “Babies and I want a snack. Maybe a bowl of fruit. And then some ice cream.” As she struggled to get up, Donna reached out to her. “No, no I got it.” She pushed herself up, but fell back into the chair. She sucked in a breath and launched herself out of the chair, barley landing on her feet. “See,” she said, breathing hard. “I got it.” She wobbled upstairs.
“What did she mean by that?” Fez asked innocently.
“What do you mean?” Jackie asked.
“When she said it’s illegal if she pays him. I thought getting an allowance was normal?”
Everyone giggled.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Think about it, Fez,” Jackie said. “Really think. Long and hard.”
Fez was quiet as everyone looked at him, waiting for him to get it. It didn’t take a long for a sly smile to break out on his face. He giggled. “I get it.”
“We should probably go too,” Kelso said and tapped Fez’s shoulder. “We have an apartment that we’re going to go look at.”
“You guys haven’t found an apartment yet?” Jackie asked. “Fez, where have you been sleeping this whole time?”
“With me,” Kelso responded. “But I think my parents are getting sick of us.”
“What—you guys giggle like a bunch of school girls all night?” Donna chuckled.
Fez’s eyes grew a fraction. “Have you guys been spying on us?!”
“It’s true?!” Eric said, laughing.
“You know what? We really need to get going,” Kelso said and grabbed the scruff of Fez’s jacket. “See ya!”
“I swear, they’re in love or something,” Donna chuckled.
“Eh,” Eric shrugged. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”
--Time Skip—
Y/n and Steven walked into the classroom that night. Plastic babies littered the room and a few other soon-to-be parents were all there and seated.
“Come on, Y/n, do we really have to do this?” Steven whined.
“I think it’s a good idea,” she said. “We’ve never been around babies before so we need to be prepared.”
Just as she said that, a large impregnated woman waddled by them and sat in a seat farthest away from them.
“Oh, my God,” Y/n said under her breath. “She has to be in her third trimester. That looks painful.”
“Either she’s having multiple kids or her baby is going to rip her apart.”
“Not helping, Steven.”
“Hey, you two,” Kitty cooed excitedly as she walked up to the couple. “Steven, you ready to talk about burps, boo-boo’s, and binkies?”
“Yeah, sure,” he responded flatly.
“Oh, come on don’t be such a sour puss,” Kitty said. “You should be glad to be here! Especially since I’m going to be the one to guide you into parenthood.” She gave them an excited, crinkled smile.
“I wouldn’t say I’m glad—” Steven started, but was cut off by Y/n.
“Shut up, Steven.”
He clamped his jaw shut as Kitty continued.
“Well, I am so glad that you’re here anyway,” she said. “It makes it better knowing that I’m guiding you to become better parents for my grandbabies!”
“Thanks, Mrs. Forman,” Steven said genuinely.
“You’re welcome, dear.” She turned to address the rest of the class. “Okay, everyone have a seat!” Kitty announced from the front. As everyone sat down, Kitty began. “Now, when your little bundle of joy is first born, they will spend almost 20 hours a day pooping and sleeping. Who else can tell me what else they’ll be doing?”
Y/n raised her hand eagerly. “Eating.”
“Great job, Y/n!” Kitty praised. “Now, what do babies eat?”
“Breast milk and formula!” a red-headed woman said eagerly.
“Yes, great job! Now, when your baby is born and it’s time to breastfeed, don’t be alarmed when the first couple of feedings may feel uncomfortable. Once the baby latches on properly to the nipple, it should feel less uncomfortable and more of a tugging on the breast.”
As Kitty continued her teaching, Steven leaned into Y/n’s ear and smirked. “So…nothing new for you then, right?”
“Shut up, Steven,” Y/n said, blushing.
He snickered and leaned away, eyes forward.
“And just so you know,” Y/n whispered, leaning into his side this time. “You just burned yourself.”
“What? How so?”
She chuckled breathlessly. “You basically said that all you do is tug…like a baby.”
His smirk dropped immediately. “I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did,” she chuckled. “You just got burned, sucka!”
The room went dead silent as Kitty stared at them.
“Is there something you two would like to share?” she asked the couple who looked at like deer caught in the headlights.
“No,” Steven said.
“No, ma’am,” Y/n said in unison.
Kitty gave a curt nod before returning to the board.
⧝⧝⧝
“Hey, this place is nice!” Kelso exclaimed as he and Fez walked through the empty apartment. “Big enough to bring the ladies over.” He smirked at his friend.
“And your daughter?” Fez reminded him.
“Oh, yeah, that too.”
The two young men walked around the two-bedroom apartment, admiring it. The living room was spacious with the bathroom and master bedroom immediately to the left of entering. Straight ahead was a decent sized kitchen with a half wall bar looking straight into it. There was a hall to the left of it that lead to the smaller bedroom and a sliding door.
“I think we should go fill out an application before someone else nabs it,” Fez said and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m going to go find the landlord before I—oof!” As he had turned around to leave, he had bumped straight into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry—oh, it’s you.”
The man stood there with a disgusted look on his face and folded arms across his chest. He was skinny with short thinning brown hair with a matching mustache. “Fez,” he said.
“Fenton,” Fez replied in the same tone and matched his stance.
“What are you doing in my apartment?”
Fez brought his eyebrows together. “What do you mean ‘your’ apartment?”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Fenton smirked. “I’m the landlord of this joint. And before you fill out an application, the answer is no.”
“What? Why?” Fez asked, disappointed.
“You know why,” he responded and turned to Kelso. “But…I’d give it to you in a heartbeat.”
Kelso shifted uncomfortably in his place. “Uh…thanks man, but I don’t swing that way.”
“You don’t have to for me to give you this apartment. You’re way too pretty to pass that easily.”
A smug smile pressed into Kelso’s lips. “I know.”
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you this apartment right here, right now under one condition: You don’t make him your roommate.”
Kelso looked between the two men, stumbling for words. “I don’t—I can’t—”
“Are you serious? You can’t decide right now?” Fez asked, hurt.
“Well, I mean—I need a place, man. A place to raise my daughter.”
“But you can’t just leave me! You need a roommate to help pay the rent and I need a place a live!”
“I know, man, but I got to think of me and my daughter,” Kelso admitted sheepishly.
“I can’t believe this,” Fez said. “I thought you were my friend.”
“Fez, I am your friend!”
“No, you’re not, you son of a bitch!” He stomped out the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
“Fez!” Kelso called and started to run out the door, but Fenton caught him by the shoulder.
“Hey, the offer is still on the table, my friend.”
Kelso shook his head. “No. Not from you.” He walked out, to go find his friend.
⧝⧝⧝
“Oh, that’s great Kyra,” Kitty said, watching the redhead wrap a cloth diaper around a baby doll. “Snug so that it fits well and comfortable, but not too snug to cause rash and discomfort. And certainly not too loose! You can imagine what happens when it is!” Kitty laughed and moved onto to the next couple—Y/n and Hyde.
Y/n was struggling to wrap the diaper correctly around the plastic baby. The diaper wouldn’t stay pinned, or it wouldn’t fit right. She was beginning to get flustered and frustrated.
“I don’t think that’s how you do it,” Steven muttered.
“I know how it’s done, Steven!” Y/n snapped.
“Really? ‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.”
“Shut up,” she grumbled and finally pinned the diaper. “There!” She held up the baby in the air, showcasing it to her husband.
Kitty stepped up to their side with a look of concern. “Well, that’s very good, Y/n, but the needle of the pin isn’t supposed to go into the baby’ stomach.”
Tears pricked the corner of her eyes. “Oh, forget it!” She threw the baby down onto the table. “I’m going to be a terrible mother!”
“No, no, you’re not,” Steven said gently and picked up the baby. “I’m probably going to be a worse father—” Y/n shot him a glare. “I mean…a bad father while you…my darling…are you going to be the best gosh darn mother out there.”
She made a face at him, not believing him.
“L-look, it’s not that hard, see?” he stammered and unpinned the needle from the baby. With gentle hands, he undid the diaper and folded the bottom up, then left, and then right. He carefully pinned the diaper down and brought the baby up.
“Wow, great job, Steven!” Kitty cheered. “This looks amazing!”
“Where did you learn to do this?” Y/n asked, confused and marveled at the diaper.
“Well, when my mom would bring home one of my ‘uncles’, he sometimes would bring a kid and my mom, being the terrible person that she is, would make me in charge of watching these kids. Sometimes they were still in diapers. And if I didn’t want my house smelling like crap, then I had to learn how to change a diaper. So…viola.” He held the baby in the palm of his hand.
Y/n stared at it for a second with watery eyes before turning around and stomped out the room.
Steven sighed and set down the baby. “I better go after her. I’ll see you at home, Mrs. Forman.”
Y/n was about to exit the building when Steven called after her.
“Y/n, wait!”
“Please, leave me alone,” she said. “I don’t want to talk to anybody right now.”
“Look, come on,” he said, now at her side and grabbed her elbow. “You know you’re going to be the best mom you can be.”
“How can you know that? If I can’t put on a simple diaper, what makes you think I can do anything else?”
Steven chuckled at her.
“This isn’t funny, Steven!”
“No, no, it’s just that I find humorous that it’s you instead of me.”
“What?” she spat.
“I mean I thought it’d me feeling this way instead of you. I always thought you’d be the one to know what to do before me.”
“Well, I’m glad I could to be of service,” she deadpanned.
“Look, Doll,” he said and grabbed her hands. “You’re going to be great, I promise.”
“I’m not so sure,” she said solemnly and withdrew her hands. “I need to go, I’ll see you at home.”
“Where you going?”
“There’s someone I need to go talk to.” She pushed open the door to walk out.
“You can’t go!”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because we drove here together!”
“Oh, right.”
⧝⧝⧝
Y/n raised her fist and nervously knocked on the door in front of her. Padded footsteps could be heard from inside before the door swung open.
Brooke stood in front of her in a pink night gown, hair brushed and braided down her back. “Y/n…what are you doing here?”
“I’m so sorry to bother you this late, but…I was wondering if I can talk to you?”
“Uh…sure,” Brooke replied, a little surprised to see someone she barley spoke to standing on her doorstep. She opened the door wider, gesturing for Y/n to come in. She made her way to the kitchen. “Have a seat and make yourself at home. Would you like some tea?”
“Um…no thank you,” she replied and closed the door behind her. “I won’t be here long.”
“Okay,” Brooke said, grabbing a mug of hot tea and sat down next to Y/n. She smiled at the visibly bothered girl who sat down beside her and crossed her legs. “What’s up?”
Y/n sighed, struggling to find the right words. “When—when you were pregnant with Betsy…were you nervous?”
Brooke tilted her head in thought, jutting her lower lip out. “Well…sure. I mean, who isn’t when it’s their first child?” She chuckled, remembering the thought. “Especially when the father of your child is…well…Michael.”
Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I can imagine.” Her gaze dropped to her hands that laid in her lap. “Did you ever feel like you were going to be a bad mom? Because you had no idea what the hell you’d be doing?”
Brooke nodded. “Yeah…I did. Michael and I went to that baby class Mrs. Forman teaches and I could barley put the diaper on that stupid plastic baby.”
Y/n perked up. “Me too! How did you learn to do it?”
Brooke smiled gently at her. “It became second nature once I held Betsy in my arms.”
Y/n was silent for a minute. “But what if it doesn’t? What if—what if I do everything wrong and fail my babies?”
“You’re not going to,” Brooke soothed and tapped Y/n’s knee. “Once they are born, your motherly instincts will kick in. It’s expected.”
“Wasn’t for Steven’s mom.”
“Steven’s mom is a special case,” she responded, rolling her eyes. “You’re not going to be like her.”
“Well, I know that!” Y/n exclaimed, making Brooke laugh. “I just don’t want to be dunce that can’t figure out how to keep a baby happy.”
“You want to know the secret to a happy baby?” Brooke asked, leaning in.
Y/n perked up. “Yes!”
“There isn’t,” she deadpanned. “You’re never going to have a happy baby 100 percent of the time. They’re going to cry when they’re hungry, tired, have a full diaper, or just want to be held. Sometimes, they’re gonna cry just to cry.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. At some point they’re going to get old enough to throw a fit. Betsy is old enough now to scream when she gets mad.”
“Really?” Y/n asked, most surprised than the last time she asked.
“Yeah,” Brooke sighed and rubbed her temples. “I love that little girl with all my heart, but sometimes I just want to give her a small taste of my mother’s bourbon in her milk so she can go to sleep.”
“Wait…do you?” she asked, taken aback and if she were being honest…a little amused.
“No,” Brooke chuckled and took a sip of her tea. “It’s tempting though when it’s three a.m. and she still isn’t asleep.”
Y/n chuckled. “I can imagine.” She looked down into her lap as a sudden pressure formed on her chest. “You know what? I think I’ll take that tea now.”
Brooke noticed her sudden change in demeanor, nodded quickly and rushed to the kitchen to grab her a cup of tea. When she rushed back in with a hot cup, she saw Y/n taking slow, steady breaths. Y/n accepted the cup graciously.
“I’m don’t think I’m ready to have kids,” she quivered, taking a sip from her tea.
Brooke looked at her awkwardly. “Erm…wouldn’t you rather be talking about this with your friends—"
Y/n didn’t even bother to hear what she was saying. “I’m going to make a terrible mother. I mean—I don’t know anything about babies! I read in the book Eric got me for Christmas that babies have six different cries. SIX! How am I supposed to know which ones which?”
“Okay, I guess we’re talking about it.”
“And then top of that, if I somehow manage to keep them alive, I have no idea what kind of parent I’m going to be.”
“Y/n, it’s going to be okay,” Brooke said nervously, trying to soothe her.
“No, it’s not,” Y/n practically sobbed. “I have no idea what I’m going to do!”
“I felt the same way,” she responded calmly.
“You did?”
“Oh, yeah. I had no idea what I was doing when Betsy was born. But eventually, it got easier.”
Y/n let out a small breath of relief. “Maybe I have a chance.”
“Of course you do. Every mom that is worried about being a good mom is a good mom.”
She moved the corner of her mouth upwards. “You think so?”
“I know so.” Brooke scooted a little closer to her. “Listen, becoming a new parent is stressful enough as it is. It doesn’t help when you’re eighteen and just starting your career at the library and you get knocked up at a Molly Hatchet concert.” She clicked her tongue, staring off angrily in the distance and shook her head. “Stupid Michael.”
Y/n’s gaze flicked to her and then anywhere else in the room, confused. “I assume we’re no longer talking about me.”
Brooke shook her head. “Sorry. Look, my point is, you’re going to make an amazing mom. I was scared too, but now I can’t imagine my life without my daughter. Regardless of how you feel, you’re going to make mistakes, but that’s not going to make your children love you any less.”
She smiled at Brooke. “Thanks, Brooke. That means a lot.”
“Anytime,” she hummed and leaned back. “So…what’s it like being married to one of the stooges?”
Y/n chuckled. “You got some time?”
⧝⧝⧝
“Push, Y/n, push!” Steven encouraged as he held his wife’s hand.
Y/n sat there with her legs hiked up on a table, a female nurse sitting between her legs.
“Steven, before we continue, I just wanted to say that you’re the best sex I’ve ever had,” Y/n said with a certain twinkle in her eyes.
Steven smirked. “I know. Now, come on just a couple more pushes!”
She hunched forward and barley pushed before a squealing baby could be heard.
“Congratulations it’s a boy!” the nurse exclaimed.
“Oh, my God,” the couple breathed together as they watched another nurse take the baby away.
“Okay, one more time,” the nurse said and had Y/n push once again. As easily as the first, another baby popped out, it’s cries echoing the room. “Congrats, it’s another boy!”
As the Hyde’s sat back to relax, satisfied smile on their faces, the doctor perked up.
“What?” Y/n asked. “What is it?”
The nurse’s eyes lifted to meet Steven’s and Y/n’s. “Another baby is coming out…”
“WHAT?!” the couple yelled in unison.
“That’s impossible,” Y/n panicked.
“No one told you were having triplets?” the nurse asked.
“NO!” the couple once again said in unison.
“Okay, this is almost unheard of!” she exclaimed almost excitedly. “Okay, Y/n I’m going to need you to push one more time.”
“N-no! I’m not ready to have another baby!” she cried out.
“It’s a little late for that now!” Kitty said from the corner of the room. “You should’ve used a condom!”
“Mom?” Y/n asked through her quickened breaths. “When did you get here?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve been here the whole time!” she said. “Now, saddle up and push!”
All Y/n had to do was barley push for the baby to come out.
“It’s another boy!” The nurse held the baby in her hands before her eyes grew wide. “Another one is coming!”
“NO!” the couple screamed together.
“It’s a girl! Oh…another one!”
The couple screamed as the baby came out without Y/n needing to push.
As the baby girl came out, another one came out, and then another, and another…and another. They kept on coming until there was a total of 100 babies—crying, screaming, pooping, and drooling.
“Look, Steven,” Y/n gushed. “Look at our beautiful family.” As she spoke, her voice grew deeper and distorted.
Steven stared at her in disbelief at her sudden attitude change when not even a minute ago she was panicking.
“Wait—what?” he asked through bated breaths. “This isn’t—this isn’t real. This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, but it is,” she replied, her smile growing in a distorted and an unnatural way. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was possessed—or the joker. “Steven, there’s no way out of this. You did this to me and now you must face before your consequences.”
“I didn’t say I was going anywhere. I—you’re not Y/n. My Y/n knows that.”
“You’re right,” she replied, now standing up. Her body seemed lankier, her limbs longer now. Her eyes grew dark as her skin paled. “Y/n is not here anymore.”
“Steven…” a weak, fragile voice came from behind him. He spun around to see a mirror facing him. Instead of seeing his own reflection, he saw his wife standing there. She looked small and frail, but it was her. Her hair once beautiful hair was dull and lacked life. Her face looked gaunt and her eyes were sunken—exhausted. What once was life and happiness and love in her eyes now only showed sadness. “Steven, I want out.”
He ambled over to the mirror, scared and confused in what appeared in front of him. “What the hell is happening?”
“I need help,” she cried. “Please, I need help!”
“With what?! Just tell me what you need and I’ll do it!”
“You should know! You caused this!” Y/n screamed at him, tears rolling down her face.
“Caused what?!”
“This,” the other Y/n croaked in a deep voice and pointed a long finger at the mountain of screaming babies. “You failed your family.”
“No! I—I swear I didn’t—I don’t want to!”
“But you did!” The real Y/n screamed. “You left me! I was drowning and you did nothing but watch me! Now, I’m nothing but an empty shell of what I once was! How could you do this to me?! You promised me!”
“But I’m still here!”
“For now,” the ugly, creepy Y/n said. “You’re going to leave just like the man who raised you did.”
“This is all your fault!” his real wife screamed, eyes now wide and erratic. She pointed her finger at him, tears still streaming down her face. “Your fault! Look what you made of me! This is your fault!”
“No!” Steven cried out. He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head. “This isn’t real! This can’t be.”
“But it is,” a familiar voice came from the mirror. Steven opened his eyes to not see his wife anymore, but to see the one person he thought he’d never see.
“Dad?” He asked, shakily.
“Hey, Steven,” Bud said, shoving his hands in his pockets casually. His shaggy brown hair still hung passed his ears and he wore a flannel shirt and jeans—the last outfit he saw him in before he left him.
Steven couldn’t respond. He ran his hands through his hair, but when he did he saw Bud mimic his movements. As he brought his hands back down to his side, Bud did the same. He waved at the mirror only to his horror to see his supposed father wave his hand. When Steven inched closer to it, Bud followed suit.
“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Bud continued, a smirk painting his face. “Get a grip on reality, Steven. This is your future!”
“No, I am nothing like you!”
Bud clicked his tongue. “Then why did you do what you did?”
Steven shook his head. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, you keep thinking that. But you’ll eventually end up just like your dad.”
“No, I won’t!” Steven seethed. “You don’t know me.”
“But I do. You’re just like everybody else in this family—a lowlife. You’ve got nothing to bring to the table.”
Steven’s chest was heaving from anger. “Go to hell, Bud.”
“I’ll see you there.”
“What—?”
Before Steven could finish his sentence, the ground beneath him disappeared and swallowed him whole. He screamed as he fell through the never-ending darkness.
“No!” Steven screamed as he jerked awake. It took him a minute to take in his surroundings, gathering his bearings. When he realized it was just a dream, he was heaving and his heart was racing. He glanced over at the bedside clock and it read 4:40am. He looked to his left to see his wife sleeping peacefully beside him. Seeing her there and looking healthy and not possessed brought him a wave of peace and relief. His sudden jerking movements must have wakened her because she stirred awake.
“Babe?” she asked groggy. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, his racing heart calming down. “Just a bad dream.”
She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He stared down at her, taking her in, trying to forget the image of her from his dream. "No, I'm okay."
"Come here.” She opened her arms and he graciously fell into them. She rubbed his back and caressed his hair, making him feel safe. “It was just a nightmare. It’s over now. You’re safe.”
His grip around her tightened and her belly pressed into his stomach. “I know.”
“Good.”
As they began to fall back into their slumber, Steven felt something move across his stomach. At first, he thought Y/n had shifted her position. But it wasn’t until he felt a little poke to his stomach.
“What the—” Steven said, scrambling away from his wife. “Did you feel that?!”
The feeling jolted her awake as well. “Yeah, I did.” She felt more movement and another poke to her stomach. “Oh, my God…I think the babies are kicking!”
“Seriously?!” he asked, surprised. He pressed his hands to her stomach, waiting for another kick. When it came, his heart skipped a beat. “Oh, my God. There’s actually something in there.”
“Yeah,” she replied, holding her stomach in awe. “There is.”
Steven looked up to meet her loving gaze. She cupped his face before he kissed her belly. “Does it feel weird?”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “But a good weird.”
Another kick to her stomach. “Man, these kids are kicking like crazy!”
“I know! This is incredible.”
“It really is,” he whispered.
Y/n tilted her head. “You okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah…just. Makes it real, you know?”
She placed her hands over his. “I do.”
He huffed through his nose and pressed his lips to her belly once more. “I promise to be the best dad I can be.”
Y/n’s heart and stomach filled with butterflies. “And I promise to be the best mom I can be.”
He looked at her once more before reaching up and placing a sweet kiss to her lips.
∞∞∞
“So, he’s not talking to you now?” Donna asked Kelso as he, Jackie, Eric, Y/n, Steven and Kitty sat in the kitchen waiting for brunch to finish cooking.
“No,” Kelso responded. “He packed up his stuff and left. I called his host parents and they haven’t heard anything from him. He hasn’t called me to make sure he’s okay. I don’t know, I’m worried about him guys.”
“Hey, Kelso, if things don’t work out with Angie, you and Fez should get together,” Y/n joked.
“Wait, why Angie?” Steven asked, glaring at his friend. “Kelso, what does she mean by that?”
“Nothing. It was a joke,” Kelso chuckled nervously and shot a glare to Y/n.
“Was it?” Steven pushed and turned to his wife. “Now, darling, were you joking? You wouldn’t lie to your husband, would you?”
Y/n gulped nervously. “N-no, of course not.”
“Then what did you mean by that?”
“Nothing,” she stuttered. “I was just…making a poor joke.”
Hyde squinted at her behind his glasses. “I don’t believe you.”
“Wow! Look at the time I really should be going!” She tried to get up quickly, but the new weight of her stomach slowed her down. She achingly stood and tried to stand, but Steven grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“Y/n,” he said sternly. “Tell me the truth. Or I’m going to stop doing the thing that you like.”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” Kitty said, stirring the pan of the food.
Y/n stared into her husband’s eyes before cracking. “Kelso has been secretly dating your sister!”
“Y/n!” Kelso shouted. “What the hell?!”
“I’m sorry!” she cried out. “I can’t lie to him! He’s my husband. Besides, when he threatens to take certain things away, he means it.”
Steven smiled proudly. “Damn straight.”
“Look, man, I—” Kelso began, but was cut off by Hyde.
“Nah, you listen to me. I told you to stay away from Angie and you went behind my back and did it anyway. Now, you’re going to pay.”
“Wow, this sounds familiar,” Eric piped up, pretending to think. He looked at Hyde, smirking. “Oh, yeah.”
“Shut up, Forman!” Steven snapped and turned his attention back to Kelso. “Look, I’m not going to tell you again. You’re going to end it, and you’re going to end it now.”
“What? C’mon, man it’s not like we did it or anything!” Kelso defended. “Yet at least.” He stuck his tongue out and nudged Y/n.
“Yeah…I’m not going to do that,” she responded, resting her hand on her stomach.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you knocking her up too,” Hyde said. “And if you do, I will put you six feet under.”
“Yeah, how terrible would that be?” Eric mocked, still smirking.
Hyde glared at his brother-in-law. “I said shut up.” He turned back to Kelso. “I mean it. You and her? Are done.”
“Alright, man, jeez,” Kelso said and leaned back in his chair.
“Alright,” Steven said, satisfied with the answer. “Now, Y/n…”
“Yes, dear?” she asked nervously.
“I’d like to know why you tried to cover Kelso’s ass.”
“I didn’t,” she said, her voice getting higher.
“Yes, you did.” He leaned back in his chair, slinging his arm down the back, and cocked his head to the side. “You want to tell me why?”
“Uh…” she stuttered, her mouth going dry. “Guys, the babies kicked last night!”
“What?!” Everyone shouted, her diversion successful.
Kitty ran over to her and placed her hand on her daughter’s belly. “Oh, my God! My grandbabies kicked!” After a few seconds of no movement, her eyebrows furrowed. “C’mon, babies. Kick for Grandma. Kick!”
“Mom, I don’t think that’s how th—” Eric began, but Kitty cut him off with her joyous screeching.
“One of them kicked!” she cried out. “I can’t believe it! One of them kicked! Red! Red, honey, get in here!”
“What?” he asked calmly, entering the kitchen.
“The babies kicked!” she replied excitedly.
“Oh, that’s great,” he said with a grin.
“Come feel it!”
Red cleared his throat and stayed near the door. “No, it’s okay. I believe you.”
“Red, come feel your grandchildren,” Kitty scolded.
“No, I really don’t want to.”
“Red Forman, come feel the life your daughter is bringing into this world right now!”
“But…it’s so awkward,” he whined and cautiously stepped over to Y/n. His hand hovered over her bulging belly.
“It’s okay, Dad, it’s not going to bite,” Y/n chuckled.
Red sighed grumpily before barley placing his fingertips on her stomach. He stood there for a few seconds before he felt movement. His eyes widened slightly before pressing more of his hand onto her belly. Another kick to his hand caused him to withdraw.
He cleared his throat. “Well, uh, there’s that.”
“Red, those are your grandchildren and that’s all you got to say?” Kitty asked.
“Well…there really are babies in there.”
“Yeah, and in three months they’ll be here,” Kitty mentioned, but when she did Hyde’s and Y/n’s faces dropped.
“Th-three months?” Hyde stuttered; his previous frustration complete dissipated.
“Well, yeah!” Kitty answered. She gave them an astonished look as they stared back in panic. “Did you guys think that they weren’t just going to come?”
“No, I-I just thought that w-we had more time,” Y/n said and looked to her husband in a panic.
“What do you mean by that?” Kitty asked, straightening up.
“We, uh, we don’t exactly—” Hyde started.
“Oh, my God!” Kitty yelled. “You guys don’t have anything for the babies?”
“Not exactly…” Y/n answered, looking down.
“Okay, then what do you have?” Kitty asked, standing straight and put her hands on her hips.
“We…have the onesies…that Eric gave us,Y/n said hesitantly.
“That’s all you have?!” Kitty screeched, causing Eric, Y/n, and Steven to cover their ears closest to her.
“Mom, please…dogs can hear you,” Eric said, walking away.
“Steven, what are we going to do?” Y/n asked, worryingly looking to her husband.
He sighed and rubbed his neck. “I don’t know. I can ask WB if he can give me an advance on my paycheck. I can’t imagine how much this stuff is going to cost.”
“No need,” Kitty said, excited. “This gives us a perfect opportunity to have a baby shower!”
“No!” Red shouted. “No. More. Parties!”
“Red, it won’t be for us,” Kitty argued. “It’ll be for them.” She placed both hands on her daughter’s belly.
“Don’t do this,” Red said. “Don’t use our unborn grandchildren as a way to get your way.”
“I’m not!” she responded and stood straight. “We can have this baby shower and get everything that we need! We won’t have to spend a dime!”
“We still have to spend money on the party!”
“Actually, we can cover that. Right, Steven?” Y/n asked.
“Uh…do I have to be there?” he asked.
“No,” Y/n answered, knowing the answer will satisfy her husband.
“Then yes we can!” he said, more upbeat.
“There you go!” Kitty said, facing her husband. “And I think this calls for the godmother to get everything ready.” She eyed Donna who was chewing on a piece of bacon.
“By myself?” she responded with wide eyes.
“Wait, what?!” Jackie screeched. “You made her godmother?!”
“Well, yeah,” Y/n answered honestly. “She’s my brother’s girlfriend and my best friend.”
“I’m your best friend!”
“I told you not to tell her,” Y/n said to Kitty who looked away awkwardly and busied herself with preparing more food. “Jackie, you are my best friend. But I can’t make you my maid of honor and the godmother of my children.”
“Well, why not?”
Y/n made a face at her. “Because I have other friends.”
“Yeah, but I’m the best one!”
"Y/n, let me handle this one,” Eric said and turned to the petite brunette. “Nobody cares. Alright, moving on.”
Jackie clicked her tongue and huffed, sitting down at the counter.
“Okay, back to the topic at hand,” Kitty said. “We need to decide when we can have the party.”
“Hey, are we just going to forget about my problem?” Kelso piped up.
“Oh, yeah,” Steven said. “Kelso, the best thing you can do is…to stop talking about it.” He grinned at his friend when he shot him a glare.
“Steven,” Y/n said firmly and turned back to Kelso. “Just give him a couple days. He’ll come back around.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he mumbled.
A beat passed when the sliding door opened and Fez walked in.
“Hello beautiful people,” he greeted cheerfully before his eyes landed on Kelso. “Oh, hello.”
“Hey, buddy. We need to figure this out,” Kelso said.
“There’s nothing to figure out,” Fez said bitterly. “You picked an apartment over me! From my arch nemesis out of all people!”
“Fez, he’s not your arch nemesis,” Eric pointed out. “He just gets on your nerves.”
“It doesn’t matter; he still chose the apartment over me!”
“So I can have a place to raise my daughter!” Kelso defended. “Fez, man, you’re my best friend, but I got to think about my kid.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Red said. “I’m going down to the apartment with you and talking to that damn landlord.”
“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Red. That means a lot,” Fez said sweetly.
“Don’t think I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart,” Red replied. “I don’t want you moving back into my house!”
“Also, a fair point,” Steven said in a taunting way and got up to put his plate in the sink.
“Be ready in five minutes,” Red said, grabbing his keys. “I don’t want to deal with this crap any longer.”
“Can we please get back to the topic at hand?” Kitty asked. “When should we have the shower?”
“How ‘bout next Saturday?” Donna suggested. “Gives us enough time to plan and not scatter like we did for the wedding.”
“We’re having a party?” Fez asked. “I want to go to a party.”
“Well, I think that’s a wonderful idea!” Kitty cheered, ignoring Fez. “Oh, I am so excited! I’ll start the guest list!”
“And I’ll start the food and decorations!” Donna said.
“Make sure you put cake on that list,” Y/n said. “I’m on a chocolate kick.”
“Oh, and finger sandwiches!” Kitty exclaimed. She gasped. “And tea!”
“Are we having a baby shower or a tea party?” Fez asked.
“Are you coming?” Y/n asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he responded. “I love planning parties!”
“Fez, it’s a baby shower,” Jackie said. “It’s not going to be a party.”
“Awe, party poopers,” he responded disappointed.
“Well, we could use you,” Donna said. “We could use your theme expertise.”
“What about me?!” Jackie said. “I have a good taste!”
“Fine, Jackie and Fez can work together,” Y/n said, exhausted already.
“Yay!” Jackie cheered, clapping her hands. “Oh, Fez we have so much to go over!”
“While this is going on, me and the boys will be at the bar,” Steven smirked and continued eating his food.
“Can you guys take Markus with you?” Jackie asked. “I’m trying to get him ‘in’ with the group.”
“Doesn’t he have any of his own friends?” Steven asked, annoyed.
“Duh, but I’d like him to get closer to you guys because I don’t like his friends,” she said candidly.
“Why not?” Y/n asked, grabbing for a strawberry.
“They’re just…eck,” she responded.
“What do you mean ‘eck’?” Eric asked.
“I mean…they’re weird!”
“Weirder than us?” Donna asked.
“Yeah, believe it or not!”
“Jackie, I don’t want to take my ex’s new boyfriend out on guy’s night,” Steven said. “It’s almost like returning to the scene of the crime.”
“No, it’s not!” she protested.
“I second what Hyde said,” Eric said, “It’s weird.”
“Ah, c’mon guys, please!” she begged. “I’d like for him to be here more often.”
“Then, he can just be here more often,” Donna said, pointing out the obvious.
“Alright, let’s go,” Red called out. “I want to get back to catch the Packer’s game.”
“But I want to talk about the party!” Fez whined.
“You want join in on some tooty frooty baby shower or do you want to get a house that has a roof and running water unlike the hut you came from?” Red threatened.
Fez’s eyes widened. “See ya.” He ran out the door to meet Red at the car.
--Time Skip—
“Are you Fenton?” Red asked as he walked into the empty apartment. In the middle of the room stood the familiar bald man with a mousy moustache. “I’m here to talk about the apartment.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” Fenton responded, flamboyantly and smiled. “It’s still available. And F.Y.I so am I.”
Red scrunched his face at him. “Look, I have a wife.”
“And I have a football, but I never use it.”
“Red!” Kelso called out, storming into the room. “I know you told us to wait in the car, but Fez keep playing his bongo music!”
“It’s called jazz, you philistine!” Fez yelled, trailing behind him.
“Oh, you’re with him,” Fenton responded, unpleased. “Deals off. I gotta get to yoga.”
“Hey, can’t we talk about this?” Red asked.
“No,” he said shortly.
“See, I told you he was going to be—” Fez started, but was cut off by Red.
“Just shut it, or I’ll shut it for you!”
Fenton looked at Red, impressed and if he was being honest, maybe a little turned on. “Well, you just don't take crap from anyone, do you, Mr. Man?”
Kelso sighed. “I knew this was gonna be a waste of time. Come on, Fez. We'll go figure out some other place to live with the baby.” He and Fez walked out in a huff leaving Red and Fenton.
“Baby? No one mentioned they had a baby. That... that's so progressive,” Fenton said.
Red cocked an eyebrow at him. “Progressive?”
“Well, how can I not give the apartment to two men raising a child together?”
Red smiled, understanding what Fenton was implying. “Oh. Yeah, progressive. Yeah, that's what they are. They're as progressive as hell. Why, they're likenewlyweds."
“Mhm,” Fenton hummed. “I wish I knew what that was like. Always a bridesmaid, but never a bride.”
Red nodded. “Right. So, we got a deal?”
“Alright, fine, but they mess up once and they’re out of here.”
Red wanted to open his mouth, but chose to keep it shut. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
--Later in the basement—
“Guys, I can’t believe I graduate in a few months,” Jackie mentioned while the gang hung out. “I’ll finally become a woman!”
“Jackie, you became a woman the night you lost it to Kelso,” Y/n responded, leaning back against the couch. Her big belly now starting to cause her back pain and ankle pain.
“Man, I can’t believe I graduated a year ago,” Eric said. “Man, time really flies when you take two naps a day. I didn’t really do anything.”
“I don’t really think you…I mean you did do…man, you really sat on your ass,” Donna said, giving on trying to comfort her boyfriend.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Eric said glumly. “I mean, I got a letter from the contest and they think I have no artistic talent. You know, I’m starting to think that the cartoon academy of Fort Lauderdale isn’t legitimate.”
“Yeah? What gave it away?” Y/n deadpanned.
“Yep, Forman, we’ve all passed you by,” Hyde said smugly. “I’m running a record store. All the while banging your sister—”
“‘Banging?’” Y/n glared at her husband. “Don’t you mean ‘married?’ I mean, I’m even carrying your kids for God’s sake!”
“You didn’t let me finish,” he said calmly and turned back to Eric. “I’m also hitched and about to have kids, Donna’s a deejay, Kelso’s a cop…even Fez has a job now. What’s it again, man? Shower girl? Makeup lady?”
“Shampoo boy!” Fez said loudly and shortly.
“Eh, I was close.”
“What did you being married to Y/n and her carrying your kids have anything to do with the conversation?” Eric asked.
Hyde shrugged. “Just another thing to rub in your face that I’m much further along than you.”
“Wait, so I’m the loser of the group now?” Eric asked, pointing to himself.
“I mean, you’re the one still living with your mommy,” Kelso said.
“Hey, I still live with my mommy,” Y/n said.
“Yeah, but you’re still married to someone who is successful,” Jackie said, leaning against the washing machine. Y/n furrowed her brows, not feeling any better. “Eric just stays home who’s mommy still cuts the crust off his sandwiches.”
Eric ignored Jackie and turned to Kelso. “Man, you’re still living with your mommy.”
“Not for long. Me and Fez are looking for an apartment and the only thing I’ll need my mom for is to do my cooking, laundry, and taking me to the dentist.”
“Well, Eric I feel kinda bad,” Jackie said. “You wouldn’t even be thinking of this kind of stuff if you hadn’t been caught in the brightness of my future.”
“You know what else is scary? If this year went by really fast, imagine where Eric will be in ten years,” Fez said.
Eric’s crappy future, ten years later…
The Vista Cruiser rolled into the Forman driveway in the late afternoon. Eric and Donna exited the car, dressed in Star Trek outfits, coming home from a convention. Eric wore the traditional fleet command uniform while Donna sported a black wig and red general commander dress.
“Thank you for coming to the Star Trek convention with me…Uhura.”
“You can call me Donna now,” she said displeased and walked into the house.
“That’s good, Fez,” Kelso said, coming back to present time. “But I think it’s going to be more like this…”
Eric’s crappy future, ten years from now…
The Vista Cruiser rolled into the Forman driveway in the late afternoon. Eric and Donna exited the car, dressed in Star Wars outfits, coming home from a convention. Eric dressed as Luke Skywalker and Donna dressed in the familiar gown and rolled side buns.
“Thank you for coming to the Star Wars convention…Leia,” Eric said proudly.
“You can call me Donna now,” she said and shuffled back into the house.
“No, you’re both wrong,” Hyde said, smirking. “It’ll be more like this…”
The Vista Cruiser once again rolled into the Forman driveway. The doors to the car opened, Eric jumping out and rounding the car.
“Thanks for coming to the convention with me…Leia,” he said.
Kitty got out of the car and walked over to Eric wearing Leia’s gown and her hair in the same style. She stared at him displeased. “You can call me Mom now.” She hurried inside, eager to get out of the itchy costume.
The gang laughed at Hyde’s theory, upsetting Eric.
“Whoa!” Eric screeched, jumping off the couch.
“They’re just joking around, Eric,” Donna said calmly. “It’s funny.”
“No, it’s not!” he defended, inching towards the stairs. “In fact,…it’s completely possible!” He bounded up the stairs, freaking out.
Y/n laughed and high-fived her husband. “Nice.”
A few moments later…
“All of my friends are on career paths. Even Kelso. Kelso! The kid who thinks N.A.T.O is Japanese for neato,” Eric ranted to his parents who sat in the kitchen. Red was reading the newspaper and Kitty was reading a magazine.
“You know it’s just not fair,” Red said, sarcasm heavy in his tone. “You sleep late, you watch TV all day…the job offers should be pouring in.”
“Why don’t you look into that chiropractic school I suggested?” Kitty asked. “They’re having an enrollment seminar. You know, being a chiropractor is a very prestigious job. Even if you move somewhere where there’s no real doctors.”
“Well, I guess chiropractor is as good as anything I've come up with. I have wasted an entire year doing absolutely nothing.”
“Hey, how bout a job stating the obvious?” Red asked, giving Eric a fake smile. “Because you’re really good at that!”
Later…
“So, you’re going to the school, huh?” Y/n asked as they once again gathered in the basement. This time, Markus had joined them who was sitting next to Jackie and Y/n on the couch, with his arm around her. “When do you start?”
“Well, they start Monday, so…probably then,” Eric responded sarcastically.
“Want me to come with you?” Donna asked.
“Wait, really?” Eric asked and turned to his girlfriend.
“Yeah. I think it’d be fun.”
“Awe, you’re such a good girlfriend,” Fez cooed before pretending to gag.
“What was that about?” Hyde asked, leaning back in his usual chair.
“All of you are in loving relationships and I’m over here more single than a freakin’ pringle,” he responded bitterly.
“Hey, I’m single too,” Kelso piped up from the lawn chair.
“Yeah, but knowing you, you’ll have a new girlfriend in, like, five minutes,” Fez replied and slumped on the couch. "I'm going to die alone."
"No, you're not,” Y/n comforted, rubbing his shoulder. “You’ll find someone.”
“Why are you lying?” Eric asked.
“Eric!”
“Yeah,” Jackie agreed with Eric. “He is one freaky, horny little dude.”
“Just ask the couch,” Hyde added in.
“I’m right here!” Fez whined. “Can’t even have the decency to wait until I walk out the room!”
“Jackie, what did we talk about comforting friends?” Markus asked, like he was talking to a toddler.
Jackie looked at the ground. “Don’t be mean.”
“And?”
Jackie rolled her eyes and sighed. “And if I can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all.”
Markus nodded and looked up to everyone. “We’re working on talking nicely to others.”
“Wow,” Eric said amazed. “I like him. Can he stay?”
“Don’t listen to them, Fez,” Donna said. “They’re just being jerks.”
“Hey, I have an idea,” Y/n said. “Why don’t one of us set you up?”
“How?” Fez asked. “Do you know anybody?”
“Wait, wait…you’re not going to set up a party with all women are you?” Hyde said. “Because that was annoying.”
“No, no. Something better than that,” Y/n said. “Donna, are there any single ladies at the radio station?”
“The only lady we have there is the receptionist and she’s eighty-eight years old,” she responded.
“Is she single?” Fez asked seriously.
“She’s a widow…does that count?”
“Hm, no,” he shook his head and sat back. “I don’t want to be second choice.”
“That’s what’s stopping you?” Eric asked. “Not the fact that she’s seventy years older than you?”
“Yeah, and you won’t be able to have sex without thinking she’s going to break a hip,” Kelso said. “Or a heart attack.”
“Okay, gross,” Y/n said. “Anyone else that knows a single girl?”
“Well, I mean there’s Simpson from the police academy,” Kelso said.
“No, we all know how that turned out,” Y/n said and turned to her husband. “Do you know anyone at the store?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Eric asked.
“Do you know anyone from staying at home all day?” his twin sassed. “Oh, yeah, you must’ve met someone at the Bum Factory.”
“Damn, did you have bitch flakes this morning?”
“Yeah, along with your sitting-on-your-ass-all-day scrambled eggs,” she snipped.
“Is this about what happened earlier?” Eric asked. “I already said I was sorry!”
“What else would it be?!”
“What happened earlier?” Hyde asked, scrunching his eyebrows together.
“Your idiot brother-in-law happened!”
“It wasn’t that bad!” Eric argued.
“If it wasn’t, then I wouldn’t be pissed!”
“You’re so dramatic!”
“Will you two shut up and just tell us what happened?” Hyde snapped. “I need to know if it’s funny so I can make fun of you or kick your ass. It depends.”
“It was just a slice of cake!” Eric said, turning his attention back to Y/n.
“The last slice!” she cried out.
“Just go buy a cake,” Jackie said calmly. “What’s so special about this one?”
“My mom made it! And no one else can make it as good as she can!” Y/n said.
“She probably puts kalua in it,” Jackie said. “She taught me how to make fudge once, and she said kalua was the secret recipe. That’s when I learned that she may have a bit of a drinking problem.”
“Shut up, Jackie. You’re not making it any better,” Y/n said angrily.
“Well, damn. Pregnancy has made you bitchier than before,” Jackie said and got up from the couch to grab a popsicle.
“I’m sure she’ll make it again,” Donna said. “If you ask her nicely, I bet she will.”
“No,” Y/n whined and leaned her head against the headrest of the couch. “I want it now.”
“God, you’re needy,” Eric said. “When are you going to stop?”
“When I get some damn chocolate!” she replied.
“Okay, would it be better if I ran to the store and got you something similar?” Hyde offered. “Anything to make you happy so you can stop whining?”
“I second that,” Eric said.
“No, Eric should go buy it for me,” she pouted. “He’s the one that ate my cake. And he should buy me Fatso Burger because I’m hungry. I’ll call it square then.”
“But I don’t have any money!” he whined.
“That sounds like a you problem,” Y/n said. “Want me to quit being needy? Get me food.”
“Well, why don’t you borrow money from Hyde?” Kelso asked, ignoring the fact that Hyde was moving his hand sharply against his throat, saying to stop. Talking. “Hyde has a lot of it!”
“What?” Y/n asked, looking at Kelso. “Steven and I don’t have a lot of money.”
“Of course, he does!” he continued, still ignoring Hyde as he was now waving his hands.
Y/n looked behind her and Steven stopped quickly, pretending he was just as confused.
“Steven, what’s he talking about?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” he replied. He glared at Kelso through his aviators and when his wife turned back around, he mouthed: Shut. Up.
“Yes, you do!” Kelso said. At this point he was amused and continued. “You’ve been telling me that you’ve been stashing money in your secret savings.”
“In your what?!” Y/n screeched.
“No, no, Kelso doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Hyde defended. “He’s talking nonsense from his concussion.”
Kelso scrunched his eyebrows together. “I don’t have a concu—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hyde threw a soda can at his head. It flew across the room at an impressive speed and smacked Kelso right in the face. No one moved as it was a day-to-day occurrence. At this point, even Markus was desensitized.
“Ow, my eye!” Kelso yelled, dropping to the floor.
“Wow, that was incredibly fast,” Donna said.
“That’s gonna leave a mark,” Jackie commented, covering her mouth with her fist.
“Hyde, you jerk!” Kelso yelled, stumbling back up to his feet. “I’m going to have a black eye and picture day at the academy is tomorrow!”
“First off: Kelso, here,” Y/n said and grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and tossed it across the room. It thumped against his chest before he caught it and pressed it against his face. “And now you,” she growled at her husband. “A secret savings?! Are you kidding me?!”
“It’s not so much of a secret savings as—” he started, now standing from his seat but was interrupted.
“How much is in it?” she asked, her eyes burning a hole in his head.
“Not much,” he replied. “And it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter?!” she yelled, angrier than before. “You’re hiding money from me!”
“Actually, you said you have about two grand—” Kelso began but was cut off by Hyde.
“Do you want me to blacken the other eye?!” he barked at him.
“Two thousand dollars?!” Y/n screamed. “I can’t believe this! Do you have any idea what we can do with that money?”
“Yes, that’s why it’s in there!” Hyde yelled back.
“Now, does this happen every day?” Markus whispered to Jackie.
“No…no this is not,” she whispered back.
“What do you mean that’s why it’s in there?!” Y/n asked, bringing everyone’s attention back on them. “Why are you hiding it from me?!”
“Because of…reasons,” Hyde said.
“Reasons like what?! You don’t trust me?”
“No, I don’t!” he yelled back.
"The air in the room dropped. It was like it was sucked out, leaving everyone completely breathless. Y/n felt like she had been punched in the gut.
She was so hurt and angry that she couldn’t speak. She stared at him as the silence grew louder. He refused to break eye contact with her, but his body language—turned halfway away from her and his hands on his hips—said he regretted what he told her.
After what felt like an eternity, Y/n finally broke eye contact and stomped her way upstairs without saying another word. After a minute of still silence, Markus decided to speak up.
“So…what else do you guys do for fun?”
“And this is where we’ve talked about speaking in awkward moments,” Jackie said from the corner of her mouth.
Fez sat there, frowning. "Are we supposed to just forget about my problem?!”
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Steven Hyde as an anime character (with the power of AI mirror once again)
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hyde: *exists*
jackie: ❤️👄❤️
#that 70s show#jackie x hyde#jackie burkhart#steven hyde#that '70s show#that70sedit#that70showedit#that70sshowedit#mine: that 70s show#my gifs#70sedit#70sgifs#jackie and hyde#burkhyde#zenmasters#zenmastersedit#burkhydeedit#jackieburkhartedit#stevenhydeedit#jackiehydeedit
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songs from my music library:
↳ zenmasters + “watermelon sugar” by harry styles
#zenmastersedit#that70sedit#t70sedit#jackieburkhartedit#stevenhydeedit#t70sgifs#that70showedit#That 70's Show#thestupidhelmet#zenmasterscentral#jackie x hyde#zenmasters#jackie burkhart#steven hyde#t7s#television#gif#*sfmml#*#*gif#technically i COULD have done more w this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#no one's allowed to talk to me for the next week im so sad
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What about Hyde? I mean, he doesn’t have to go [to church].
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1/∞ random that 70's show gifs ›› eric’s false alarm (4x25)
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JACKIE BURKART & JACKIE/HYDE ICONS - REQUESTED
★ view them all under the cut
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Okay, I finally made up my mind about Jackie. I’m gonna marry her! I’m gonna be Mrs. Jackie Hyde!
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style } jackie + hyde
so i couldn’t help myself and had to make a video on these two and i’m totally not pleased because now i notice how many great scenes I forgot. maybe next time-...
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aesthetic posters: steven hyde
#that 70s show#steven hyde#that '70s show#70sedit#stevenhydeedit#mine#my edits#aesthetic#aesthetic posters#my aesthetics#my posters
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The Things You Give Part 28
IT'S ALMOST FAAAALLLLLLL! I am SO excited, but this chapter still takes place around Christmas and if you know me, I'm a huge Christmas person! I hope you guys like it! It maybe a little short, but I'm trying to make this like how the actual show would go. Tag list is open! (Imagine the gif as reader insert XD)
Y/n stared down at the paper, not able to comprehend what the hell she just read. She couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. Then, she thought it was a joke. But after she had realized that it was real, her blood was boiling and she was shaking.
“Who would do this?” Kitty asked.
“I think I have an idea,” Hyde said and pointed to the name at the bottom of the article. Below it read the name Y/n never wanted to hear from again.
“Zack,” she quivered and all she could see was red. “I’m going to kill him. I’m actually going to kill him. Mom, you’re a nurse, what’s the best way to dispose a body?”
“I know you’re upset, but there’s no need to resort to felony,” Kitty said.
“Nope, nope,” Y/n huffed, walking away with her hands on her hips. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to hunt him down like a dog and I’m going to do things to him that Dad did to the Koreans during the war.” She looked up at her mother and husband. “I look good in orange; I can pull it off.”
“Y/n, you need to—” Hyde began but was cut off by his wife.
“I knew this wasn’t the end when we last saw him,” she continued, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “I don’t know what he has against me, but I’m going to make that son of a bitch pay.”
“It maybe something he has against us actually,” Steven said slowly.
“You know what it could be?” she asked, ignoring him. “It could be because I humiliated him in front of you guys a few months back. Yeah, that’s it. Now he’s trying to get back at me.”
“Or both of us,” Hyde repeated, this time catching her attention.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I wasn’t going to tell you this, but Kelso, Forman, Fez, and I ran into Zack at the bachelor party.”
Her face hardened and her eyes grew cold. “What?” she spit.
“It’s not like we went looking for him,” he continued. “We were at the bar and he and his dillhole friends showed up and started giving us crap. Then he mentioned you and I snapped.”
“Is that why you were in jail?!”
“Partially. After we got thrown out, they jumped us on the street then they bolted when the cops came.”
Y/n’s glare could burn a hole through the wall. “And why didn’t you tell me?” she asked calmly, too calm.
“Because I didn’t want to upset you…and by the look on your face that clearly didn’t work.”
“Ya think?!”
“Y/n, honey, you need to calm down,” Kitty said gently. “You need to watch your stress level; it’s not good for the babies.”
“I’ll calm down after I’m through with him,” Y/n said and turned back to her husband. “We’ll talk later. Right now, I have someone I need to go take care of.” With that, she snatched the paper out of Kitty’s hands and stomped out the basement, slamming the door behind her.
“You ran into Zack and you didn’t tell her?” Kitty asked, popping a hand on her hip. “And you didn’t even win?!”
“Yeah, that was a bummer for me too,” Hyde replied and trudged upstairs. “I better go after her so that she doesn’t do something stupid.”
“Is it bad that I want to see her kill him?” Fez asked.
“Fez…” Kitty trailed off, shaking her head, but then remembered who it was. “Actually, no…no, it’s not. I want to see that dumbass pay too.”
“Let’s go, then?” Fez asked the group excitedly.
“Let’s go!” Eric answered as everyone hurriedly followed him out the door.
--Time Skip--
“Where is he?!” Y/n roared as she practically barged into the Hub. Everyone inside whipped their heads at her, startled. “Where is Zack?!” She snapped her head to the guy at the counter. “Simon, have you seen him?”
The long haired blond hippie pointed a finger at the men’s room. With fire in her eyes, she stomped over to the door and started pounding on the door with her fists. “Zack! Get out! NOW!” She continued to pound on the door, yelling, until the tall brunet walked out with a smirk on his face.
“Oh, Y/n, what a pleasant surprise,” he purred, leaning into the door frame. “What do I owe this pleasure to?”
“You know exactly what this is about, you jackass,” she spat. “What the HELL is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!”
He cocked his head to the side mockingly. “I don’t what you’re talking about.”
“This, you son of a bitch!” she screeched and threw the paper at his head. He ducked as the paper hit the bathroom door with a loud thud. “I don’t know what the hell I did to make you hate me so damn much, but this crap ends now!”
“Hey, hey, hey calm down,” he said gently, pretending to care. “You need to calm down so that you won’t hurt the baby.”
“How did you find out?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.
“It’s a small town; people talk.”
“And yet you felt the need to put it in the paper.”
“Oh, but it’s such juicy gossip, I just had to.”
“Or you can just mind your own freaking business. This doesn’t concern you.”
At this point, the gang had shuffled through the door, eager to watch the show.
“Yeah? Or what?” He smirked and looked down at her, crossing his arms. “You’re pregnant, not like you can do much.”
She didn’t respond, but angrily glare at him. Before she could think, she drew her leg back and swung it straight into his crotch. The group cringed outwardly as Zack whimpered and fell to his knees.
“That,” Y/n spit as she looked down at him. She watched with satisfaction as he fought to breathe.
“You…bitch,” he breathed through gritted teeth.
“What’s it going to take for you to get the hint, huh?!” she yelled at him, drawing more attention to them. “I want nothing to do with you! If anything, I should be making your life a living hell after what you did to me.”
Zack couldn’t speak as he was too busy holding his nads and breathing through the pain.
“Why did you do this?” she demanded. “This isn’t high school anymore; you’re never going to relive your glory days ever again. When you get out into the real world, no one gives a crap about who you were in high school. Face it, buddy, you’ve peaked.”
“Have…not…” he continued to breathe.
“You’re never going to be the star of the show ever again. You screwed that up when you got kicked out of your university. Congrats on that, by the way.” She knelt to his level, inches away from his face. “If I ever, ever see you again or hear you being near my husband or my friends, you’re going to be waking up in a hospital bed. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yeah?” Zack let out a breathy laugh and stood himself up to his knees. “What are you going—”
Before she gave him a chance to finish his sentence, she pulled her fist back and delivered a hard blow to the side of his face. Zack let out a pained wail as he hit the dirty floor.
“You want to keep going?!” she screamed.
“What the hell?!” He slowly got up again, holding his face.
“Keep at it, and the next time I see you, it’ll be my foot in your ass!” She turned to leave, but before she did, she delivered another hard blow to his face. Once again, he let out a screech and fell to the floor, but this time stayed down. “And that is for my husband!”
The room was in stunned silence as they watched Y/n walk out the building.
“Holy crap!” Donna cheered once she walked out the building. “Y/n, that was amazing!”
“Thanks,” Y/n said, waving her sore hand. “You know hitting someone hurts more than it looks.”
“Yeah, I know,” Hyde said. “I can’t believe you actually did that. You totally kicked his ass!”
“Yeah…it feels kinda good,” she admitted sheepishly.
“I’m so proud of, honey!” Kitty giggled. “For a minute there, I saw your father.”
“My girl’s a scrapper!” Steven cried out excited, slapping his fast into his palm.
“Awe, thanks, baby,” she cooed before giving him a kiss. “Now, about you and Zack…”
“Yeah, about that; I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think it would be a good idea to add more stress onto you and—”
“Steven—"
“And I don’t think it would’ve made a difference—”
“Steven—”
“And I didn’t want you to think that—”
“Steven! Shut up for a minute and let me talk.” He closed his mouth and nodded. “What happened, happened,” she began. “We can’t change that, but I only wanted you to tell me because I wanted to do that sooner.” She motioned toward Zack who was ambling out of the diner, hunched over in pain.
Hyde chuckled. “Well, now maybe he learned his lesson not to mess with a pregnant Forman girl.”
“Hyde,” she corrected and smiled at him. “He learned not to mess with a pregnant Hyde girl.”
“Aweeee,” the group cooed.
“Are you still here?!” Steven snapped, making Y/n laugh.
“C’mon, let’s go home,” she offered, extending her hand to him. “I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing my ass off.”
“Yeah, let’s go.” He accepted her hand as they made their way to the cars.
“Can we get hot chocolate on the way home?” Fez asked as they piled into the vehicles.
--Time Skip—
“I can’t believe you came back, Teddy!” Annalyn cried out in joy. “I knew you would!”
She hugged the little bear that had come to life to meet her there on the snowy Christmas Eve. It wordlessly looked at her and touched his nose to her cheek, kissing her.
“I love you too, Teddy!” she squealed.
“What do we have here?” her mother asked, coming to the front door and looked down at her daughter. “Where did this come from?”
"He was at the door, waiting for me, Mom! He came for me!”
The tired woman knitted her brows together. “I wonder who could’ve possibly dropped it off? Was there a note?”
Annalyn nodded, handing a piece of white paper to her and clung Teddy to her chest.
“Have a Merry Christmas. Mr. C.,” her mother read aloud and felt something she hadn’t felt all Christmas long. “I can’t believe Dennis did this.”
"It wasn’t Dennis, Mom! It was Santa!”
She smiled kindly at her daughter. “Sure, baby, it was Santa.”
“Oh, Mom, before I forget,” the young squealed and hugged her mom around the waist. “Tell him yes.”
“What?”
“Say ‘yes’ to Dennis!”
“What do you—”
“I’m not supposed to tell you, but Santa told me your gift from Dennis. Say ‘yes’ Mom!”
She was speechless, but nodded her head. “I’ll talk to Dennis when he comes over tomorrow.”
Annalyn squealed with delight and turned to her stuffed friend. “Can you believe it, Teddy? I get you and a dad!” She hugged the bear tightly again. “Best Christmas ever!”
As she turned to walk away, Teddy faced her mother and winked at her. Her mother stood there completely stunned as she had just seen the truth Annalyn had been talking about the entire time.
Y/n sat on the couch, sniffling and wiping her nose as Steven sat beside her with a puzzled and disgusted look.
“You actually like this crap?” he asked.
“It’s not crap, it’s sweet!” Y/n croaked and blew her nose. “It’s a heartwarming Christmas movie.”
“Y/n, it’s crap,” he repeated.
“Okay, Grinch, what kind of movies do you like?”
“You know I’m not really into things like that,” he responded. “Or the holidays in general.”
“Is it because of your mom?”
“Everything wrong with me is because of my mom,” he retorted.
“Well, like I’ve said, she’s not around anymore,” Y/n responded and laid a hand against his chest. “You can start to enjoy things that you couldn’t as a kid. And one of them being holidays.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said and placed a hand over hers. “I guess with the twins on the way, I can start to enjoy things like that.”
“Yeah,” she answered gently, giving him a wide smile. As she leaned up to give him a kiss, there was a knock at the door.
Hyde checked his watch that showed to be past 9pm. “Who the hell is here at this hour?” He got up and walked to the door, answering it.
There, stood Edna Hyde once more. “Hi, Steven.”
“Ah, crap.”
--Time Skip--
“I don’t know where to live,” Fez whined as he chewed on his drink’s straw. “My foster overly religious-pieces-of-crap foster parents kicked me out. Where the hell am I supposed to live?” He sat at a booth at the Hub with Kelso and Donna while agonizing over a newspaper with local listings.
“Yeah, me neither,” Kelso chimed in. “I can’t stay at my parents’ house anymore. I need a private area where I can raise my daughter."
“Understandable,” Fez said, nodding and turned back to the newspaper. “Man, there is nothing! It’s like I need a roommate or something.”
“Yeah, same,” Kelso muttered, balling up the paper from the straw.
“Well, I hope you find someone,” Fez said.
“You too, buddy,” Kelso said.
Donna looked between the two of them. “Or,” she started and leaned forward in her seat. “You two can, I don’t know, room together?”
The two men looked at each other.
“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Fez said.
“Why didn’t we think of that?!” Kelso asked.
“You’re welcome,” Donna said, leaning back in her chair.
“We should go tomorrow and check some out,” Kelso said. “We can find a nice place!”
“With a pool!” Fez said excitedly. “We can meet some girls there.”
"Yeah, that’s right, buddy. We can bring Betsy too. She’s a chick magnet.”
“Two guys and a baby? We’ll be the hottest ones there!”
“That’s not how I would put it,” Donna said, smirking.
“What do you mean?” Kelso asked.
“I wouldn’t think that two guys with a baby would make them available to women if you know what I mean,” she responded.
The two men looked at her confused.
“Oh, for the love of—they wouldn’t be into you because they’d think you’re into each other!”
“Oh,” Kelso responded, it daunting on him. “Well, we don’t want that.”
“No, no,” Fez said. “We can take turns!”
“Are you asking to borrow my baby to pick up chicks?” Kelso asked, offended.
“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry,” Fez said.
“No, that’s totally awesome!” Kelso said and high fived Fez, laughing. “We’re gonna get so laid!”
Donna groaned and hid her face in her hand. “Oh, my God.”
--Time Skip--
“What the hell are you doing here?” Hyde asked, irritated. “I told you to never come here.”
“I wanted to hash out our problems,” Edna replied and let herself in. “I think I’m owed that.”
“You’re not owed anything,” he spat. “You don’t get to come here when you were never around. And come in by the way.”
“Come on, Steven. Let’s talk,” Edna said, closing the door.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Good. You can just listen.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“God, you’re just as stubborn as me. You know what they say, ‘Like mother, like son.’”
“Don’t do that!” Steven said harshly and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t compare me to you. I am nothing like you!”
“Hey, come on, can’t we talk about this like civilized adults?” she asked coolly. Too coolly.
“I don’t need to hear you play victim and give me excuses as to why you were a crap mom.”
“Oh, ouch. That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”
“No. In fact, I think that’s the nicer way of putting it.
“Look, Steven, I want to be a part of these kids’ lives.”
“Absolutely not,” he said curtly. “You’re not going to mess up my kids the same way you did to me.”
“Would it help if I apologized?”
Her questions surprised him. It’s like the gears in his brain stopped as he heard her say something she has never said before. “W-would it help if-if you what?!”
“Apologized. Look, Steven,” she began and took a hesitant step toward him. “I know I wasn’t a good mom to you and I…am sorry, but I want to make it up to you by being a good grandma to your children.”
He glared at her coldly. “Apologize for what?”
“Well, for everything.”
“No, that doesn’t mean anything to me unless you apologize for all the crap that you put me through!”
“I’m sorry for all the crap I put you through,” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “There, are you happy?”
He stared at her in disbelief. “Am I happy? Hell, no I’m not happy! You really messed up my childhood and I’m not about to let you do the same to my kids. I don’t know you even care as much! If you didn’t care about me, what in the hell makes you think you’re going to care about the kids?”
“Well, I see how successful you’ve become working with your dad and I wanted to watch you become the parent I could never be.”
The air in the room dropped to deathly silent, Hyde realizing what this was about. “This is about money, isn’t it?"
“It’s not about you or your money,” she said sharply. “This about me and my future grandchildren.”
“Nah, I know you,” he responded. “You want something. Are you using me to get to W.B?”
“Now, what makes you think that?”
“You’ve never given me a reason not to,” he spat. “I find it odd that you’re back after a couple months of seeing him and just want to suddenly be better. What—your last boyfriend just dumped you and you have no means of paying the bills? Or you owe money to”
“That’s not fair, Steven.”
“You want to talk to me about fair?!” he started to raise his voice, attracting Red and Kitty’s attention. Y/n sat there, frozen. “Everything you ever did to me wasn’t fair! I already told you everything I needed to and I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. So, get out.”
“Steven, come on—”
“No, you don’t get to decide when to come back into my life,” he snapped. “I decide when you can and right now, you’re looking at never. Get. Out.”
“But, I just want to—”
“He said get out,” Red said sternly from the stairs. “If you don’t want to be escorted by the police, you better do what he says.”
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem,” Steven said. “She’s on a first name basis with them.”
Edna’s eyes never left Steven’s cold ones. “Fine. But you’ll see me again.”
Steven set his jaw. “And what a horrible day that will be.”
“It won’t be fun for me either, boy,” she hissed.
“Edna, that’s enough,” Y/n cut in, standing between in front of her husband. “Leave, or I’ll make you leave.”
Edna snorted. “You’re cute. I can’t wait to spend more time with you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you do what you do best and leave?”
“Oh, ouch. I have to admit, that one hurt my feelings a little bit.”
“Yeah, if you had feelings,” Steven said.
Edna snorted again. “Bye, Steven. I’ll see you later.”
“No, you won’t,” he responded and pushed her out of the door, slamming it shut. Once she was gone, he ran a hand down his face. “Son of a bitch.”
“Are you okay?” Y/n asked, comfortingly rubbing his back.
“No,” he replied and walked down the step to the couch. “She’s the most repulsive human being I’ve known…and I dated Jackie!”
“She only does that to get under your skin,” his wife responded and sat next to him.
“She does it because she wants something from me,” he said. “She heard about W.B having money, and now she thinks we do. Well, let me tell you this: I’m not giving her a damn dime.”
“As you shouldn’t,” Red boomed from the stairs and lazily trotted down to meet them in the living room. “Every single penny that you make will be going towards you and your family. You owe her nothing.”
“Exactly,” Y/n agreed and wrapped her hands around Steven’s. “Don’t let her get to you. By being upset means that she's winning. She doesn't deserve that.”
“Okay, Hallmark,” Steven chuckled and ran his hand up her arm, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”
Y/n smiled and kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.”
“Well, now that’s sorted out, I made eggnog and cookies,” Kitty announced excitedly. “Who wants some?”
“I’ll take some cookies!” Y/n jumped up from the couch.
“Y/n, you just ate an entire bowl of candy,” Steven pointed out.
She started at him blankly. “What’s your point?”
--Time Skip—
Christmas Day….
The outside world was peacefully quiet; the birds didn’t sing as they snuggled to each other to keep it warm. The sun hid behind grayed clouds where the whitest snow of the years gently drifted to the ground, making Point Place look like a Winter Wonderland.
The Forman and Hyde—and Fez—household laid comfortably in their warm beds. For the first time in a long time, everything was peaceful and quiet, a state that they all haven’t felt in a long time. And that was the only Christmas gift they could all ask for.
Y/n stirred gently in her sleep, her eyes peeling open. She peaked at her clock beside her and it read 6:48am. She turned to her side to her handsome, sleeping husband; his breathing slow and deep. He looked younger when he slept, his lashes danced along his cheekbones and while his tousled curls rested against forehead.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked deeply, his voice groggy.
“I can’t help it. You’re just so good looking,” she responded and combed her fingers through his hair before brushing it down to the side of his face, scratching his sideburns. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” he grunted and scooted closer, pulling her closer to his chest—well, as close as he could without her baby bump getting too squished. “You’re belly got bigger.”
“Thanks. Maybe I should’ve played Santa at the mall this year,” she grumbled.
He chuckled. “Nah, you’re way too hot for that.”
She laughed quietly and pecked his nose. “At least there’s that.”
He smiled back at her as his eyelids drifted closed. “What time is it?” he whispered.
She yawned. “Almost seven.”
“Should we get up?”
“Let’s just stay here for a little while,” she responded. “Before everyone wakes up.”
"Sounds good,” he grumbled, falling asleep again.
As Y/n snuggled into her husband’s side, their bedroom door flew open.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Kitty bellowed. “Get up, get up! Santa came by!”
The couple groaned in unison as they pulled apart, rolling onto their backs.
“Mom, please, it’s too early for this,” Elena groaned, rubbing her eyes.
“Yeah, well, get used to it,” Kitty responded. “It’s going to be worse when your kids are here.”
“Yeah, let us enjoy this last year,” Steven said, pulling a pillow onto his face.
“Nope! Get up!” Kitty squeaked. “Be downstairs in five minutes to open presents!” She closed the door behind her as she walked into Eric’s room.
“You know, we can just lock the door,” Steven offered.
“You really want to do that and deal with an angry Kitty later?” Y/n warned.
“I mean, come on, we’re adults, I’m sure she won’t—”
In the distance behind their closed door, they heard from Eric’s room, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
“MOM!”
40 minutes later…
“Wow…another rain coat,” Eric’s faux enthusiasm filled the room.
The living room was littered with empty boxes and unwrapped gifts. Red sat in his usual chair, Eric and Kitty on the couch, Y/n and Steven sat on the floor by the piano and Fez sat in front of the coffee table.
The gifts were almost completely opened, everyone getting a few presents each; even Fez got a few things from his friends and Kitty. A leather jacket, some records, and some cash. Not to mention a bag full of his favorite sweets. The smile on his face said his appreciation.
“I know you wanted one,” Kitty said proudly. “I even put rocks to distract you. And see the suede of the jacket? It’ll keep you warm indefinitely.”
“Wow…thanks, Mom,” he said and put the jacket back in the box. “I’ll make sure to add this to my collection of the other raincoats.”
“Okay, okay, now open my gift!” Y/n said excitedly and handed him her gift. A decent sized, heavy gift.
He picked it up, surprised at its weight. “I swear to God, if it’s another box with rocks—”
“Just open it!” Y/n said, giddy.
Eric sighed through his nose as he began to unwrap it. “Wow! A box!” he shouted sarcastically. "Just like I've always wanted!"
"Shut up, Forman and open the damn present,” Hyde said impatiently.
Eric chuckled as he opened the box. “Oh, wow! Star Wars blankets. Thanks, guys,” Eric said calmly and appreciatively. “Very nice. But did you really have to go Mom’s route and put rocks in it?”
“The blankets are wrapped in something,” Y/n said, smiling.
His eyebrows knit together as unfolded the blankets. Under the blankets, was a brand new gaming console: The Atari 2600. “Oh, my God!” he shouted. “I can’t believe you bought this for me! How did you know that I wanted it?!”
“Call it twin telepathy,” Y/n responded, laughing. “Also, you may have only mentioned it a thousand times.”
“Thank you, guys, this gift is really awesome,” Eric said as Fez ‘oohed’ the gift.
“Here, I got you something too,” Eric said and reached behind the couple to their gift. “It’s for the both of you.”
It was a small, light box. “Is it a book? Feels like a book,” Y/n said as she ripped the paper open. Inside was a book and another small gift wrapped. “What To Expect When You’re Expecting,” Y/n read aloud.
“Yeah, I heard a lot of expecting parents like to read this sort of stuff to prepare for their babies,” Eric said.
“Oh, well that’s very thoughtful. Thank you, Eric,” Y/n said and set the book down. “Very helpful.” She turned to the wrapped gifts and ripped it open. When she saw what the gift was, her eyes teared up.
“What? What is it?” Kitty asked.
Y/n sniffed and held up two small, baby T-shirts that read My uncle loves me more than Star Wars! And that says a lot. Beneath it was the face of Darth Vader.
“Oh, Eric,” Kitty said softly, tears welling up in her eyes as well. “That is so sweet.”
“I hope you like it,” Eric said. “I saw it at the store and thought it was cute for them and—” He didn’t get to finish before Y/n threw her arms around his neck.
“I love it,” she whispered. “This is the best gift you could give me.”
“Oh, well, if I knew you’d be that easy to shop for, I would’ve stuck to T-shirts a long time ago.” He patted her back as she pulled away from him.
“Thank you,” she said. “It’ll look perfect on the babies.”
He smiled gently. “Good.”
As Y/n resumed her seat next to Hyde, Eric looked to Red who was giving him a softened look.
“Good job, son.”
Eric nodded towards him. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Alright, is that everyone?” Kitty asked, wiping her eyes. “Let’s all clean up and get changed and get the ham started!”
As everyone started to clean up, Eric brought Hyde and Y/n to the side.
“You think I forgot about you, my friend?” he asked Hyde. “I have your gift downstairs in your old room. It’s from our good friend, Mary Jane.”
Steven laughed. “Hell yeah, man! We’ll do circle time later!”
Eric gave him a lopsided smile and turned to return to everyone else.
Later that night, after dinner was over, Fez, Eric, Hyde, and Elena sat around circle time. Y/n leaned back as to not inhale any of the smoke.
“Best Christmas present ever,” Hyde said with a lazy grin on his face.
“Yeah,” Fez said with a dopey grin. “Whoever you got this from, Eric, knows his stuff.”
Eric laughed. “It’s Leo, man!”
“Why am I not surprised?” Y/n chuckled.
“Hey, what time is it?” Eric asked and looked at his brand-new Star Wars watch. “Oh, shoot, we still need to go to Donna’s.”
“Alright, I’ll get our coats,” Fez said and trotted up the stairs with Eric.
Steven got up to join them, but Y/n stopped him. “Hang on, I got something for you.”
“You already got me something,” he chuckled.
“No, I got you something else.” She reached into the shower and came out with a small box in hand. “Here.”
He wrapped his fingers around the box and opened it. Inside was a white, ceramic mug. When he pulled it out, bold letters were imprinted on it: Worlds Greatest Dad.
“I saw it and thought of you,” Y/n said. “I thought you could bring it to work. I hope you like it.”
Hyde didn’t respond, which made Y/n nervous, but that soon melted away when he wrapped his hands around her face and his mouth met hers. “I love it.”
She smiled into the kiss. “Good. ‘Cause I love you."
“I love you,” he whispered and pecked her lips once more.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Hyde,” she said lovingly.
The corner of his mouth lifted in an endearing smile. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Hyde.”
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She’s always talking. But I figure it’s worth it if I can nail her. Huh.
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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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