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
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“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.”
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Idk if you're taking fic requests but could you make Dad Eric comforting Leia after something like a broken heart or an argument 😭i love dad eric!!
Thank you for the request! I too love Dad!Eric. For the record, I am still working on fic requests and accepting them, but at a slower pace because I am focusing on more long-term projects. But if you have a request, you can submit it here!
Eric knocked gently on Leia's bedroom door. He was carefully balancing a full dinner plate in the crook of his arm, and he knocked again when there was no response.
"Leia? I'm coming in," he said through the door. "I brought up your dinner."
Leia's room was dimly lit, and she was curled up in bed clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. Some music was playing softly from the boombox on her bedside table. A pile of used tissues was next to her on the bed.
Eric's heart sunk at the sight.
Leia had been depressed and withdrawn for days now, ever since she got back from Wisconsin. She'd visited for spring break, and Jay had broken up with her. It had apparently shattered her heart.
He walked into the room further and set down the dinner plate on her desk, pulled up her desk chair next to her bed gingerly.
"How're you doin', kiddo?" he asked quietly.
Seeing her this way hurt Eric to his core. She was clearly in emotional pain, and Eric remembered what that was like. When he was a teenager, after his break-up with Donna, the promise ring... he'd stayed in bed for days. His head had been a mess for months. And his heart was a mess until Donna was back in his arms on that beach in California, almost a year later.
He knew what heartbreak felt like. He knew what it looked like. And Leia was clearly going through it.
It made him want to absolutely murder the Kelso kid.
Leia didn't answer him, she merely sniffled and reached for another tissue. Her sweet little cheeks were stained with tears and her nose was red and blotchy from hours of crying.
"I brought your dinner up. It's chicken. Some mashed potatoes."
"I'm not hungry," Leia mumbled, morose.
"You should eat something, Leia - "
"Dad. I said I'm not hungry - "
"Okay, okay okay," Eric put up his hands, backing off. "I'll put it in the fridge. You can have it later if you want it."
"Okay," she said dully. "Thanks." Her face barely peeked between her pillow and her covers, but her eyes finally darted to his. "Is that all?"
"No, I - " Eric trailed off as he realized he didn't know what to say. How to say it. Only that he wanted to say something.
He thought back to his and Donna's promise ring break-up again, to the surprisingly kind way Red had responded to his own teenage heartbreak.
"I know what it's like to have your heart broken," he found himself saying. "It's, ah, it's one of the worst feelings in the entire world."
Leia glanced at him quickly, and then looked away again.
He cleared his throat. "So it's gonna take you some time to heal, and to feel like yourself again. If laying low, and staying in your room helps you with that, then I'm happy to keep bringing you your meals and stuff okay?"
Leia squeaked a small noise of affirmation from under her covers.
"Take care of yourself," Eric continued, gently. "But that means you need to eat," his voice had turned more stern, fatherly. "You need to hydrate. You need to take a shower." He cleared his throat. "Don't forget to do those simple things, kiddo. They're gonna make you feel better. I promise."
Leia nodded at the dinner plate he held again.
"You can leave the chicken," she said, grudgingly.
Eric smiled, and handed her the plate first, and then the napkin and silverware set he'd brought.
"Dad?"
"Yeah, Princess?"
"Thank you."
Eric kissed her on the forehead wordlessly.
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