#jackie/hyde

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you know what i want to read? a zenmasters post season 8 fic where hyde is not really our hyde at all but actually steven's secret evil twin, who, jealous of his brother, decides to sabotage his life.

and so when steven left chicago after seeing jackie with kelso, he went off the map only god knows where (but not vegas because, ew). there the evil!hyde (im thinking- stanley. stanley is a creep name) stole the el camino and his wallet, partied in vegas, married a stripper and went back to point place to steal his brothers life.

it takes the real steven *months* of having to work odd jobs (including pumping gas at gas stations) to survive and save enough money to come back to point place (specifically, the day after new years)

when he sees all the damage stanley has caused with his stay (especially between him and jackie) steven punches him out cold (perhaps in process also insulting his ugly-ass pornstache that the *real* Hyde would never willingly grow) and takes off into the sunset with his one true love *jackie* who is just happy to have her puddin' pop back.

[butch-hyde]

jackie and hyde - sun and moon dynamic

jackie is the sun but not in an 'always cheerful' or ditzy way- she gives off a LOT of energy, and sometimes that can be harsh and hot and blinding. but other times that can be warm and sweet and soothing. she sparks strong reactions in others- she might burn them but she will also coax them to grow. she fills the room with her energy wherever she goes.

hyde is the moon, not in a cold and distant way, but in an 'anchoring' way. he is the steady rock to jackie's rippling waves of energy. he is cool, even-keel. but the glow of his energy is more powerful than you might think, and it draws people to him. he is a protector. he holds things down and keeps the emotional cycles of their relationship in sync, like the moon does the tides.

[alwaysfanmiracle-blog]

that 70s show incorrect quote

Hyde: I’ve only started dating Jackie for one day, but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself. 

[thestupidhelmet]

I have a bizarre thought for a while. Do you have any headcanon for Hyde and Brooke if they were to have a thing for each other? Little proficiency that Hyde used to be physically attached to Brooke since he thought she was hot. Just can't help but wonder what look like if they dated. Would appreciate it if you could reply to this message as you want to, Thank you! And I love your T7S context!

Hope you have a speedy recovery! 💕

Thank you! 🤗♥️

I wrote a fanfic where a Hyde/Brooke relationship plays a major role (Jackie Stargazer). The way it happens there is essentially the way I think it could happen with canon characterization (under these specific stressors).

Hyde is consistently -- and conflictingly -- characterized as allosexual and demisexual on the show (regardless of writer intention) in different episodes. Either interpretation is valid, but I view him as demisexual. So him thinking and stating that Brooke is hot doesn't necessarily mean he's sexually attracted to her but finds her aesthetically appealing.

Hyde probably thinks his El Camino is hot, too, but doesn't want to have sex with it. 😅

I've written about Hyde's possible demisexuality extensively in this meta, but as an example, he's not sexually attracted to Jackie until her personality appeals to him -- despite that he finds her aesthetically appealing or hot, to use the term he calls her in "Kelso's Serenade" minus her personality (read the meta for details). At the time of that episode, his attraction is purely aesthetic, not sexual.

If Jackie didn't exist in T7S (because that's the only way I can imagine the following scenario), a Hyde/Brooke pairing when Hyde is in his teens would take a lot of setup. Brooke and Kelso's relationship develops because she's pregnant with their child. Hyde, being the product of an unintentional pregnancy (whether Bud or W.B. is his biological father), likely would take every precaution against walking his parents' path.

One of Brooke's major lessons is to let herself have fun. Hyde's includes opening up to accepting and giving the trust needed to sustain a healthy relationship. His childhood trauma instilled a fear of betrayal and abandonment in him. As a writer, I would have to figure out a reason for Hyde and Brooke to interact and make that interaction significant enough for both characters that more interactions follow -- eventually leading to romance.

Sure, a demisexual or allosexual Hyde could have a one-off sexual experience with Brooke, meaningless to both of them (Hyde is sex-favorable, whether he experiences sexual attraction or not). But I don't see that encounter developing into a relationship for them.

Other people might have different interpretations for these characters. But to be true to Hyde and Brooke's canon selves, as I understand them, a lot of pre-romantic development would be needed. Just as it was for Jackie and Hyde.

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"No. How could I like her? Because I don't like her. Because I can't like her. Mrs. Forman, if I like her, shoot me." "Pow."

[allfuckstogiveinaburningpile]

It’s weird that “OTP” comes from “one true pairing” cause I got like fifty of them

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THAT 70'S SHOW 2x21 "Kelso's Serenade"

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 64. jackie burkhart and steven hyde - that 70s show

[70sshow-girly]

Chapter One: Jackie Hart’s Beginning

'Hyde's heart felt a twinge of pain listening to the lyrics, how many times had he wished for someone to feel the pain they had caused? She tapped into the very parts of Hyde he thought were long gone, he hated it, he loved it. He hated how he loved it. The tobacco wasn't working to calm his nerves. The whiskey would only make him more upset, a reefer cigar it was. Hyde reached into his jacket pocket, before his hand met the metal case with the green goddess inside a different kind of goddess grabbed his attention.

The blue bird on stage made direct eye contact as she began her last verses, The band's music swelling with her melody captivating. Hyde was completely frozen.....'

~

Jackie Burkhart, a young girl in 1930, finds her self tangled up in Steven Hyde's gang while trying to kick start her jazz career. She stumbles into the middle of a passionate romance that's doomed to fail unless something or someone changes. Things get even more complicated when Jackie's best friend, Donna the reporter, uncovers a mystery that puts her life in danger.

Get ready for the teeth rotting romance, a scandalous mystery and the heist of a lifetime!!

Art: @byrd-bb

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Jackie checked the pink rouge on her cheeks, using her fingers to tap the edges of the unblended rosy shade into her skin. Her eyes flickered over to a few flyaway hairs, however before she got the chance to pat the loose hairs down Donna’s voice caught her attention. 

“Are you going to stare at your reflection all night or will you finally tell me where the hell we are going?” The redhead’s snarky comment would have bothered her more on any other night, but Jackie knew tonight that her friend was more than a little nervous.  

And she was right to be anxious, Jackie had moved further away from the bright main road into a cramped shadow filled alleyways. The cold of the wind carrying small snow flurries nipped at their legs to keep moving and to quickly find warmth.

“Sorry, I’m a true lady and you wouldn’t understand the complexities of needing to look one’s best all the time,” Jackie glared for effect. “It’s right around the corner, don't be such a wet blanket.”  

Jackie closed her compact mirror and linked her arm around Donna’s elbow leading her down the street to a discreet looking door. From an outside perspective the mahogany door looks like a normal townhouse door in a stretch of other houses. The golden door knocker was intimidating the first time Jackie found herself here. This time she was more focused on finding the small club card in her purse. 

Unlike her unsuccessful first time trying to enter this establishment, she actually had the right credentials to get it tonight. A speakeasy, an illicit liquor serving nightclub, where anyone can buy the outlawed sinful spirits. Or perhaps take part in shadier endeavors that Jackie would prefer to think don't happen at this particular club. In fact she had heard the opposite, this should be one of the better 'cleaner' venues. Whatever that meant. 

A red paper card with gold embossed lettering across the front, she found the card tucked between her lipstick and other similar cards. 

The Sesh 

Membership card

1930-32

Jackie knocked hard twice and slid the card into a small slot. It took a few seconds for any response and the pair exchanged a nervous glance. Much to their shared relief the door swung open and they were ushered inside. Jackie was handed back the card by a tall gentleman smoking a cigar, Jackie wiggled her nose, muttered a thank you and led Donna down the stairs to the bar. 

“I hate the smell of tobacco!” Jackie cried to her friend, pinching her nose. “I honestly can't think of anything more unattractive than clouds of smoke surrounding a man.” 

“Are you forgetting murder exists?” Donna's sarcastic tone could only last for so long, as her excitement for a cold drink out weighed her friends' poor priorities. "Holy shit Jackie, how did you get us in here? And more importantly, what are you doing bringing me here? On any other day our roles here would be reversed." Donna paused waiting for a response, but Jackie instead walked close to the bar nodding along, agreeing.  

The brunette finally caught the attention of the bartender. "An Old Fashioned and a French 75 if you have the means. Thank you." 

"Jackie, what the hell is going on?" Donna became more serious, "Are you okay?" 

Jackie waited till she had a bitter taste of alcohol on her lips before she answered. "Where to begin Donna," her voice shook before she regained some amount of strength from another swing of her champagne concoction. "Father's company went bankrupt, he fled the country, my mother is nowhere to be found, and I'm officially cut off. I have less than two hundred to my name and the armful clothes I was able to take before collections came." 

The shocking words hung in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time. Donna couldn't find the words to comfort her closest companion and it broke her heart. What could she say when someone's whole world had fallen apart. Jackie was a high society rich girl with a silver spoon ingrained in her very being, it's everything Jackie's ever known. The only reason their paths had crossed was their shared rebellious spirit and lady luck pulling fate's strings. In truth they had been a very unlikely friendship from the start. Donna began to wrap her head around her friend's unfortunate circumstances half way through her drink. She knew one thing, Jackie wasn't going to lay down and give up. 

"What are you going to do? Are we here to drink away your sorrows?" Donna's worries creeped into her voice. "Is that really what we're doing here?" 

She scoffed, offended by Donna's lack of faith. "Of course not! I have a plan. In fact," She paused to scan the crowd. "I have a very good plan!" Donna reached out and placed her hand on top of Jackie's, giving it a tight reassuring squeeze. Encouraging her to keep speaking. Jackie hadn't realized how tense and emotional her voice had sounded. After clearing her throat she continued. "What I've always wanted to do, the one thing father would never let me truly pursue-" 

"You're going to sing?! Here?" Donna's voice cracked. "Jackie, don't be an idiot, they are going to eat you alive." She tightened her grip. 

"I might as well put all those singing lessons daddy paid for to use. A jazz singer is the only kind that makes money nowadays and the types of gigs I used to sing for probably won't be offered to me anymore." Jackie sighed.

Most of her performances were at charity balls and events usually held by her father's colleagues. They wanted nothing to do with her now poor and tarnished name. She already tried and failed that route.

"If I get on an album with a big band my name is sure to go far enough to keep me afloat. Donna, don't look at me like that, I've actually looked into this place. Multiple people have been scouted here! It's practically my last resort." 

"How do you plan on getting on stage tonight?" 

"That would be insane Donna, I've got a description of the stage manager. I'll use any and all of my feminine charm to get my way." 

"And that's what I'm worried about." She retorted. "You're going to get yourself taken advantage of here." 

"Do you really think I'd get that low? I was going to bribe him with this." Jackie looked around carefully making sure they had no one else participating in their conversation. Even if this was a more ritzy club it didn't mean the patrons were trustworthy. She opened her purse and let Donna take a look at the sparkling diamond that was no mistake for her mother's wedding ring. "She obviously has no use for it. I've already thought about pawning it but the debtors were looking for it. I thought this would be a good way to get it out of my hands while still benefiting." 

"You're right," Donna huffed. "This is a pretty good plan. Please don't approach this slimeball without me." 

"Why else would I bring my dazzling red lumberjack?" Jackie's sass twinkled in her mismatched eyes, she felt confident after her smartest friend saw value in her plan. 

"Oh shut up, just promise me." Donna said, fighting a smile. 

"I promise, I promise." Jackie said, waving her hand dismissively. "Now, I will need another drink to give me the perfect amount of confidence." She glanced over her shoulder looking for the bartender. 

"I'd have to agree with that sentiment." Donna raised her glass capturing his attention. "Two more sir." 

"These are paid for by those two gentlemen." The bartender pointed over to a booth in the far right. It was surrounded by thick cigarette smoke and casted in harsh golden light, Jackie wiggled her nose in disgust, but her reaction was tame in comparison to Donna's. Her companion had true rage twist into her face. 

"That mother-fucker." Donna sneered. 

"Um, who?" 

"You telling me you don't recognize that sleazeball? Maggot of a man?" Her words became more sharp and spiteful with each breath. 

"Am I supposed to?" Jackie asked earnestly. 

"He's only one of the most corrupt lobbyists in all of Chicago City, he was one of the big fellas to push for prohibition. And look at where he's at and what he's doing! The Daily Hemp has been trying to interview him for months now." Donna took a second to chug the rest of her drink. "I'm going to confront that dumbass. Strong arm him into doing an interview." Donna had the fury of a thousand suns burning in her eyes. "At least give him a piece of my mind." 

Jackie snorted and quickly covered her face out of embarrassment, but she couldn't stop smiling. "Donna, I don't think I could stop you if I wanted to, please I will be happy to see this unfold from afar!" 

Donna shot her a winning smile. "Don't let any creeps talk to you, okay? I'll be right back."

Jackie nodded and watched the confident walk of Donna when she was on her way to rip someone a new asshole. She happily watched as the gentleman's face went from pale white to a deep hot red, he couldn't finish a sentence before Donna retorted to fire back. The conversation went for minutes, to half an hour, to a quarter and a half. Jackie was getting impatient and antsy, as she had already rejected her third drugstore cowboy and was running out of excuses and stamina. Perhaps she would take a walk to the ladies washroom, take the chance to get a closer look at the stage and musicians.

This speakeasy was larger than others, it had enough room to move from the bar to a table comfortably and much to Jackie's delight there was enough room to fit a decently sized stage. It seemed to fit the rather large band that was currently performing quite well, she took a second to count the members, in all she counted eleven in the full band. Jackie could easily picture herself in front of the band taking in the sunny glow of the stage lights. Even if currently it was a fantasy, she had to do everything in her power to make it a reality.  

As she dodged and maneuvered her way through dancers and tables she kept an eye out for the round gentleman in the dusty Sunday suit with the navy bowler hat. She was told 'you should know when you see him.' There wasn't much to go on, but enough to narrow down the crowd enough for her. Presumably he would also hang around and on the stage at some point, with a careful eye she should be able to distinguish them from the crowd. 

However 'dusty' was a confusing clue, as for color it could mean a number of shades. Confusing but not impossible, Jackie came to the edge of the dance floor where couples and flappers were enjoying the lively jazz band. She scanned the perimeter slowly starting with the far sides of the stage she could see, the large velvet curtains blocked everything they didn't want you to see. 

The loud noise of talking took over the room as the band finished their final song and began changing out for the next act. Perfect, this was an opportune moment to spot the man. As he had to be in charge of letting the acts know when to go on, at least that was what Jackie would hope. 

Every man in this god forsaken bar had at least one or two qualities of this manager, approaching one and being wrong would be more mortifying than Jackie would like to live through. Her hopes were wearing thin and she thought of retreating and finding Donna, but one gentleman caught her attention.

A burly man with a navy hat and a cigar protruding from his lips that looked like it hadn't moved or seen an ashtray in at least ten minutes, as the entire left front of his suit was covered in ash. 

"Dusty!" Jackie smirked. "Found you!" She muttered under her breath and confidentiality approached the man, knowing it wasn't a smart move to do without Donna, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins made it seem like the perfect moment. 

She caught his attention on her way over, causing the man to take the cigar from his lips with his left hand and with his right he brushed some ash off his gray suit. Jackie always had the effect of making people straighten up when they speak to her, she commanded respect with her saunter and earned more with her sharp tongue. 

"Excuse me sir," Jackie raised her dainty hand out to him with a flutter of her eyelashes. "Are you the stage manager of this fine establishment?" With the correct amount of lightness in the voice this leading question seems perfectly innocent. 

He took her hand with his own sweaty limb bringing it up to his equally moist lips.  "Why yes I am. Who do I have the honor of speaking to, you lovely doll?" 

"Jackie Burkhart. You may have heard of me. I'm beginning my singing career and have been touring around local establishments." A lie, but he didn't know that. "I would like to discuss the possibility of combining my talent with your wonderful stage. I promise you I'm a very talented performer while being incredibly humble." 

The man dropped her hand with a look she couldn't read very well, he placed his burnt out cigar back into his mouth, lit a match and inhaled the flame into the cigar. "Listen dollface," he blew a cloud of smoke directly into the small girl's face. "Even if I wanted to put you on stage, I couldn't. I don't handle talent. The owner does." 

Jackie scrunched her nose in disgust and crossed her arms. "Who the hell is the boss? And a stage manager who doesn't handle the talent himself sounds like a dumbass with too much time. You can at least talk to him for me, can't you?" She tried to hide the desperation in her voice. 

"Sure I could talk to him. What are you offering me sweetheart?" He completely saw through her. She was completely in his palm. Fuck. She's a dumbass. She should have never come over here without Donna. Luckily this is exactly what the ring was for, needing leverage. She could tell it wasn't the offer he wanted, and a shiver shot down her spin.

"Is this enough?" She held up the ring on her pointer finger. "Should buy you enough fancy cigars to blow smoke into people's faces for years!" 

He eyed the ring and then her face but he didn't move an inch closer. Was he not at all interested in the ring? Jackie felt her stomach drop, no way, that couldn't be it. She couldn't doubt herself now, she stood firm and kept eye contact. 

"Eh, this is fishy." He took enough puff. "What are you, a runaway bride? Why wouldn't you pawn it and offer me the money instead….unless," A smile Jackie did not like one big crept onto his lips. "You aren't supposed to have this? Mhmm, am I getting hotter?" 

Jackie was speechless, she really was a sap, what was she thinking. She lowered her hand and then her gaze, frozen in an overwhelming amount of emotion. 

"There is one thing you could still offer me?" 

~

Donna didn't realize how much time had passed until she reached the bar and saw Jackie was nowhere to be found. She was going to take a seat to wait for her brunette friend, but something intriguing reached her reporter trained ears. She turned and saw a group of gentlemen gathered together drinking bourbon, they had just praised Saint Fiacre, patron Saint of herbalism, Donna was more than curious. She had a deep gut feeling it meant something more. 

The redhead knew she should stay and wait for Jackie. Going against her gut feeling, Donna’s feet were already moving towards the group of men, questions swirling in her head. She slightly adjusted her ivy drop waisted dress and touched the uncomfortable glitter headpiece Jackie insisted she wore. Donna was going to attempt to use her 'feminine charm' to get the answers she wanted. 

Only two churches in all of Chicago City worshiped Saint Fiacre and if Donna's memory was correct (which it certainly was), both churches and the clergy had lobbied for prohibition.

Why would they be thanking that Church?

That was the question itching at Donna's Brain. Donna did have one clear answer she could think of. 

Donna approached with a false air of confidence, with a shimmy of her hips their attention moved away from the brown liquid and to the redhead. Perfect. She smiled and introduced herself, getting all of the pleasantries out of the way. 

A fun little loophole of the prohibition, churches and doctors were not only allowed to produce spirits but also distribute. Worshippers and the sick got to break the law, and any politician behind closed doors. However Donna didn't have enough information to truly pin the distribution of that bourbon to illegal speakeasies on them, not yet. A few questions and Donna could convince her paper to let her run a story and start an investigation. 

Donna's suspicion was quickly and easily confirmed. It didn't take long for one of the younger gentlemen to boast about where they bootlegged the alcohol from, earning a disapproving look from one of the other men. Donna couldn't contain her smile, and it seemed one of them noticed her specific and delicate questioning method. 

"Why are you so interested, Dollface?" The man paused, blowing smoke in her face. "You sound like a reporter." 

Donna hoped she didn't look as shocked as she felt, her mind raced for a million answers and explanations but her mouth wouldn't produce words. Only a nervous giggle would come out every time she opened her mouth. Suddenly she heard a voice behind her. 

"Pipe down Stanford, she's with me." 

Donna tilted her head up to see a man with sandy brown hair and a friendly smile. 

Eric could see the relief rush over the redhead's face. He placed a hand on her back and gently took her arm and led her to a different table. 

"I'm Eric Forman, I should give you an actual introduction," He said, taking a seat next to her. "And you are?" 

Donna felt the anxiety rush to her stomach. Eric Forman the shyster of the Mob. He was a corrupt attorney. Donna's savior now looked less appealing than the angry crowd she was with. She mustered all of her courage and stood. 

"I'm leaving, that's what I am." She said with a huff. 

The man quickly gripped her arm and held her firmly at the table. "Look toots, I don't know what you are trying to do. But you've been poking your nose in dangerous activities. Those men haven't stopped watching you yet, sit here with me." There was a desperation in his voice that tugged at Donna's heart. "Just until I know you'll be safe." 

With a grumble and a sigh Donna sat down. "Fine," She turned her attention to the stage. "Let me know as soon as I'm fine and then I'm leaving." 

~

Jackie filled with rage, she saw red and she began berating and insulting the overgrown child in front of her with everything she could think of. How dare he. She was Jackie Burkhart, not your average corner whore! 

Her face burned and even began to feel the pricking of tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't dare cry in front of this pathetic man.  

"James, why is this bird ripping you apart for my enjoyment?" A new voice broke Jackie's current insult from her lips. She whipped around to glare a hole into this stranger's face. Instead of meeting a pair of eyes she was met with dark shades and an amusement smirk. 

The gentleman had unruly chestnut curls fighting his slicked back hairstyle and the beginnings of a mustache that in the opinion of Jackie thought he could do without. His suit was expensive, fine fabric and intricate details. A dark ebony complimented the mauve red of his undershirt and tie. Whoever this man was, he was more established and well off than this indecent ‘James’ character. 

"Eh, Well she says wants to perform here Mr. Hyde." James said, lighting another cigar. 

The man named Hyde waved his hand dismissing James from the conversation, to Jackie's surprise he immediately left without another word. "Well little bunny, what makes you wanna sing at this seedy club?"

"This seedy club just so happens to be the heart of jazz vocalists in the current age! Three different acts have been scouted here this year alone, if I perform here it nearly guarantees me stardom." Jackie said, placing a hand on her hip. 

"You seem confident that you can reach stardom. Are you really that talented?" Hyde crossed his arms. 

"Talented?" Jackie asked, exacerbated. "I'm blessed with the voice of an Angel, if I sing here the owner will be jumping with joy with how much business I'll bring it." Jackie raised a hand to her face with a confident smile. 

Hyde's smirk grew as he fought back a laugh, who was this chick? "Really, jumping with joy?" He looked over to the band that was setting up and came to a conclusion. "The last act of the night was pulled out at the last minute, do you think you could handle putting on an unexpected performance successfully?" 

Jackie blinked, she was completely and wholeheartedly unprepared; She didn't even have a band with her tonight. Only an idiot would say yes, only an idiot would think she had enough chops to care for an entire impromptu show. "And when was this closing act going to perform?" Jackie asked apprehensively. 

Hyde reached into his suit jacket pulling out a cigarette book and matchbook. "Half an hour." 

"Wouldn’t you need to get me approved by the owner?" 

Hyde tilted his head, surely she had known who he was, but based on her response and cold demeanor towards him; She didn't know his importance to the club or area. "Yeah, approved by the boss." 

"Well, how long do you think that would take? I can't wait for that idiot, I'd like to talk to some band members." 

"Mhm, I don't think it'll take long." Hyde said smugly. "In fact I'll go talk to him right now, you go to find someone willing to get on that stage without pay." Hyde gestured backstage for Jackie to go look for band members. "I'll have James find you." 

"You'd better do a good job of convincing, if I don't get on stage tonight I'll never let you hear the end of it." Jackie snapped. 

"For some reason, that's the most believable thing you've said so far." Hyde cracked a smile and waved his little bird away. He watched as the little brunette dipped behind the curtain and disappeared. What an interesting turn of events, thought Hyde as he returned to his table of goons. The first thing he noticed was Forman's attractive company, a redhead in a complimentary green dress. 

"Where were you at?" Eric asked. "We thought you went off to do the deal by yourself." 

"Handling some of the music acts." Hyde took a seat across from the couple, as he did he waved James over. "I think tonight's closing act will be interesting. I met with a sharp tongued chick who demanded to take the stage here."  

James approached leaving a trail of ash behind him. "Mr. Hyde, what can I do for you?" 

"Find that loud girl and make sure she's on stage before the end of the night." 

"You got it boss." 

The rest of Hyde's night was filled with excited anticipation, whether or not she really had the voice of an angel rattled inside of his head over and over. Usually women like this strong willed babe annoyed the crap out of Hyde, the world was too dirty for such trivial matters of stardom. Yet he was still very charmed by her and her potential success tonight. The night dragged on, and Eric and redhead Donna's constant bickering didn't make it any more bearable.

Finally the second to last band began clearing the stage, making room for the next act to set up. Surprisingly the little bird did end up getting a band, Hyde even recognized two players from his own crew. 

"Is that Kelso and Fez?" Eric snorted. "I guess that's where they disappeared too. I didn't know they were performing tonight. Why aren't you up there with them Hyde?"  

"You know I quit Foreman." Hyde flicked his eyes back to the stage. He was impressed she got nearly a full band in less than half an hour. She even provided them with sheet music, Hyde noted seeing Fez's white shirt had smeared indigo ink going up his left sleeve. 

Time slowed for Hyde as Jackie walked across the stage, the baby blue dress she wore glowed in the dim yellow lights of the stage. With her dark hair and bright red lips she reminded him of the princesses described in storybooks. He wasn't the only gentleman who took notice of her, it was obvious now she was beautiful and everyone including herself knew it. Jackie approached the microphone and gave it a tap creating an awful high pitched noise that grabbed the attention of everyone in the club, she played like she was embarrassed but Hyde could see the intelligent move it was. It was a deliberate choice, so all eyes were on her. Smiling he leaned back in his chair and lit up another cigar, this would be an entertaining performance. 

"Holy shit, Jackie did it?" The redhead sitting next to Forman exclaimed. “Attagirl!”

"You know her?" Hyde raised an eyebrow curious. 

"She's my best friend, I lost track of her a while ago because I'm a reporter and saw something interesting. I shouldn't be surprised she got on stage, that's Jackie Burkhart for you." Donna laughed. Hyde narrowed his eyes behind his dark shades, he'd better not stay close to this reporter redhead.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jackie Hart here to sing for your pleasure. I will be singing a little ditty called Low Down Man, and tonight I'm joined by — The Reefer boat boys." She couldn't help but cringe at the idiotic name, but a free band was a free band. They'd better play well or she could find a way to make the rest of their lives miserable, just as miserable as her life would be if this didn't work. 

Fez on piano started with a discord of notes before beginning a sad melody. Jackie took a breath before her cue and opened her mouth to sing. What came out was a hauntingly beautiful sound, Hyde was a little more than shocked. She had complete control over her voice, her tone and breath control keyed Hyde in that she was probably classical trained. Jackie had an airy light voice, girlish and innocent sounding. She really did earn the title of a bird, thought Hyde. 

"That low down man of mine

Mistreats me all the time

He says he loves me only

Then turns around and leaves me sad and lonely."

The emotion behind her voice made Hyde uncomfortable, everyone else was eating up the act, it felt real and true coming from her painted lips. He couldn't help but feel drawn in about the aching broken heart she was suffering from. He watched with a close eye, her  playing into the crowd, she had everyone in the palm of her hand. 

Jackie had originally sung this song with the betrayal and broken heart of a lover. With how her life currently is, the song's meaning transformed in her recent one bedroom roach infested apartment. With no one to rely on but herself, this song was about her failure of a father. Jackie has always been a daddy's girl, he had always doted on her. Her story didn't have a happy ending, when things got bad, he left, he abandoned his family and they had to deal with his failures. The hurt and pain in her heart threatened to break to the surface; however ruining this performance would be a hurt worse, perhaps it was because it would be rubbing salt into her open wound.

"That low down man with his low down ways

I know he'll go some day

It won't be long

But from now on

If he could see through my eyes

And be the one who cries

He would see

He would never be

That low down man of mine."

Hyde's heart felt a twinge of pain listening to the lyrics, how many times had he wished for someone to feel the pain they had caused? She tapped into the very parts of Hyde he thought were long gone, he hated it, he loved it. He hated how he loved it. The tobacco wasn't working to calm his nerves. The whiskey would only make him more upset, a reefer cigar it was. Hyde reached into his jacket pocket, before his hand met the metal case with the green goddess inside a different kind of goddess grabbed his attention. 

The blue bird on stage made direct eye contact as she began her last verses, The band's music swelling with her melody captivating. Hyde was completely frozen, fixated on her he completely forgot about smoking and set his hands in his lap, pressed his lips into a thin line not wanting a hint of emotion to escape. He was a low down man, not hers, but Hyde wasn't a good person for many moral definitions. Looking up at this angel was only a reminder of how awful he truly was. 

"If he could see through my eyes

And be the one who cries

He would see

He'd come back to me

That low down man."

With the haunting song coming to an end Hyde stood and headed to the back to finish business. The crowd did enjoy her performance as their applause didn't die down until everyone was packed up. Hyde did think she had talent but a reporter best friend was just asking for trouble.

Better to keep her far away from me.

Jackie found Donna quickly and immediately took a seat next to her companion. Donna swayed in her seat, obviously drunk.

“Jackie! You sang!”

Jackie laughed and shook her head. “Yes I did, what did you think?”

“It was amazing! Ho -hic- how did you get up there?” Donna snuggled up to Jackie’s arm. 

“I’m very convincing. I should probably get you home…” Jackie sighed and looked around. She wanted to find the stage manager or Hyde before she left, however, it would be best to get her pretty drunk friend home. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to the washroom.” 

“I’m going to put my head down…” Donna said. 

Jackie took notice of the other man at their table; he was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact. “She better be right here when I get back, I can and will kick your ass!”

“Please! I’m not going to do that. I actually helped her earlier.” Eric pleaded, waving his hands nervously. “I’m a lawyer, A good guy!” 

“Liar!” Donna shouted with her head buried in her arms. 

Jackie paused, eyeing the man. “I’ll be right back.” She whispered to the redhead.

Jackie shimmed through the crowd making her way to the back presumably where ‘the john’ was. In the back was a tall wooden door that opened into a small strangely vacant hallway, Jackie thought it would’ve been busier on a night like this. Out of all of the doors in the hallway none were labeled making Jackie’s quest more difficult than it needed to be. 

“Applesauce!” She grumbled to herself.

Apprehensive, she checked the middle door and found a small broom closet, inside was toilet paper. Jackie; being the highly trained detective she knew she was capable of being. Deduced that, the bathroom had to be close by! Now it was either the door on the right or left. Women are always right, Jackie thought and opened the door with a confident swing. 

The best case scenario was the women’s bathroom, the worst was a urinal and a creep. However Jackie didn't take into consideration the absolute worst never in a million years scenario. On the other side of the unassuming door was a familiar set of curls and dark shades staring back at her. It was the gentleman who she had earlier met, Hyde. He was holding a gun, luckily not pointing at her, but at a very frightened looking man holding a stack of cash. All while the two band members she had performed on stage with, Kelso he was the tall drummer, and ‘Fez’ the man with the accent who played the piano. 

“Fuck Kelso, I told you to be the lookout!” Hyde slammed his hand on the desk in front of him. In his other hand the gun remained perfectly steady, still aimed at the poor fool sitting across from him. 

Jackie jumped from his outburst. He looked and sounded furious. She took a slow step backwards. “Well, this isn’t the bathroom.” Her voice shook with fear.

“Oh that’s in the other hallway towards the front.” Kelso said politely.

“You dumbass!” Hyde tried to contain himself seeing that the little bird was about ready to take flight. “Dollface, let me explain. Fez take this.” Hyde set the gun on the table and stepped towards the terrified brunette.

Unfortunately for Hyde, the small girl had already dashed down the hallway and back into the crowd. Jackie had already made it back to her table happy to see Donna still there and looking slightly less drunk than before. 

Jackie was maybe the happiest she’s ever been to see her red lumberjack. “Donna! Donna, let’s split? Please.” 

“Whoa, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you alright?” Eric asked. 

“I’ve seen nothing. Donna, get up c’mon!” Jackie pulled on her friend's arm while looking back over at the door she was running from. Hyde was there scanning the crowd, looking for her. She felt a pit in her stomach when he finally laid eyes on her. Jackie was frozen, all she could do was stare back. Hyde slowly reached towards his face and removed his glasses. Behind the dark lenses were piercing sky blue eyes and to Jackie, was an unreadable expression. She didn’t want to stick around to find out what it meant.  

“Jackie I’m up, I’m up!” Donna said, wrapping an arm around the shorter woman. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned. 

“Don’t worry, everything is okay.” Jackie quickly pulled Donna up the stairs and to the street. The pair hailed a cab and settled inside. Everything was not okay, she had a sinking feeling that this was nowhere near over.  

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Authors note: Hey yall, tell me what you think!! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

Song that's used in this chapter: Low Down Man by Squirrel Nut Zippers

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to better days on ao3 - moodboard

[topperscumslut]

My Idiot (Jay Kelso x Reader)

Summary: Reader is Hyde’s daughter and staying with the Formans while he’s in jail, the new generation has a sleepover at the Forman’s house and there’s only one bed for Jay and (Y/N)… Note: Jaya (JayxLeia) does not exist in this imagine

Word count: 1k

“Okay you guys,” Leia said with a deep breath, “Grandma and grandpa actually said you guys can stay the night, so we can’t screw this up. I’m staying in my dad’s old room and (Y/N) is staying in Aunt Laurie’s old room, as usual. Can you guys all find somewhere to sleep in the basement?”

“Sounds good to me,” Ozzie popped up.

“Nikki and I can take the couch,” Nate said.

“Yeah, that should work,” Gwen added, “it just sucks that Jay isn’t here.”

You nodded half heartedly. Your best friend - and crush - Jay Kelso was working a long night shift at the video store, and you were bummed that he was missing your first (and probably only, considering how Red Forman was) sleepover with the gang.

Almost like clockwork, the basement door opened.

“Hey guys!” A familiar voice spoke up. Jay’s voice. “They let me off early,” he said as his eyes briefly floated to where you were sitting on the floor, then shyly finding their way back to the rest of the group.

“Well shit,” Leia sighed, “I mean, we’re glad you’re here! But Red let us have a sleepover for once, and I don’t think there will be enough room in the basement for you…”

“Well that’s not convenient,” Jay said with a flat face, sheepishly sitting down next to you.

“Hold on you guys, I’ll be right back. I don’t imagine in a thousand years my grandpa would let you stay in my room, but I have a couch and (Y/N) doesn’t, and I don’t want to make her offer her bed to you if she isn’t okay with it.”

You shifted awkwardly, silently hoping you could share your bed with Jay. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if we have to…” you trailed on quietly, Jay looking at you shyly, his cheeks noticeably heating up.

The rest of the group hadn’t heard you but Jay had sitting so close to you. “You sure?” he asked and you nodded, lacking the courage to look at him.

Leia ran upstairs and it only took a few seconds before you heard the booming sound of Red yelling.

“If that boy goes even close to your bedroom, my foot is going even closer to up his ass! Absolutely not!”

Leia hurried down the stairs with a defeated look on her face. “So that’s a no go. (Y/N), are you sure you’re ok with sharing a bed with Jay?”

You shrugged, now bright red. “Yeah, sure, I don’t mind.”

The seven of you spent the rest of the night together, laughing, watching My So Called Life, and getting high, before finally around midnight you all started to crash.

“Should we call it a night, you guys?” you asked through a yawn, anxious to spend the night with Jay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Yep.”

“I’m tired.”

“Well, goodnight you guys,” Leia spoke, “see you all in the morning.” With that you, Leia, and Jay stumbled your way upstairs while the others stayed in the basement getting comfy.

You quickly brushed your teeth and got cleaned up for bed, putting on your favorite lacy nightgown, your heart beating out of your chest before you heard your name called from downstairs.

“Y/N! I need to talk to you!”

Shit. It was Red.

You made your way down the stairs, feigning sobriety, into the Forman living room.

“Yes Mr. Forman?”

“Sit down.”

“You know (Y/N), I remember your father sitting on this exact same couch when he was your age. He was a good kid, even with all the dope he did. He was nice to people.” Red sighed, “I remember that boy’s father too, and how he used to fool around with young girls like you, even my own daughter.”

“But Jay isn’t like-“

“I know, I know, that kid hardly knows his own father. But as you’ve been staying with Kitty and I, you’ve become like another grandkid to us. I always feared I’d be raising Steven’s kids…” he grumbled. “No funny business in there, okay? You’re better than to be screwing a Kelso. I know you think no one’s caught onto your little crush on this boy, but I’ve seen these things before. And if he so much as lays a finger on you, my foot will go so far up his ass he won’t even be able to feel his fingers!”

“We’ll be good,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “Now goodnight.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

You hurried back up the stairs to find Jay already all cozied up in your bed.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His eyes scanned your body in awe and he hid a smile as you made your way into bed.

You both squirmed awkwardly for a little while, not talking, not looking at each other, and especially not touching.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I’ll try to let you sleep. I know you didn’t really want me in here…”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I could tell you were uncomfortable in the basement and just trying to be nice. I can sleep in the living room if you wa-“

You shut him up by kissing him, to his surprise. Jay closed his eyes and let himself melt into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, innocent, loving.

“Of course I want you here. I was nervous because I have a crush on you, doofus.”

“Well you could’ve just said that,” he laughed. “But, uh, I’m glad you didn’t. I have a crush on you too. Have for a while,” he smirked, kissing you again.

You laughed as the kiss ended, rubbing noses together. “Go to bed, idiot.”

He cuddled his way into you, pulling you in by your waist and spooning you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

You smiled, cheeks turning a baby pink, still not sure if this was all really happening. “Yeah, Jay, you’re my idiot.”

[burkhaart]

jackie in s4 saying "let's go to the mall and shoplift some lipgloss" vs hyde in s2 saying "you buying me boots is just wrong, you should've let me shoplift them"

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THAT 70'S SH0W 2x21 "Kelso's Serenade"

[zenmasterlover]

Judgy couples are top tier. Jackie and Hyde were pretty much always on the same wavelength with judgement lol

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THAT 70'S SHOW — 3x08 Jackie Bags Hyde