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stevenrogered · 1 year
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That '70s Show pilot (1998) / That '90s Show trailer (2022)
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sulietsexual · 1 year
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#Like Father, Like Son
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melanieexox · 1 year
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THAT ‘90s SHOW | S1E1 - That ‘90s Pilot: “Who are you?”
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topperscumslut · 1 year
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My Idiot (Jay Kelso x Reader)
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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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psychecreations · 1 year
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ASHTON KUTCHER as MICHAEL KELSO and MACE CORONEL as JAY KELSO That ‘90s Show 1.01: That ‘90s Pilot
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thestupidhelmet · 2 months
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timeladyjamie · 1 year
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My current thoughts on the 90s…
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andremichaux · 2 years
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THAT ‘70s SHOW | 1998 - 2006
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evercornelias · 1 year
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Justice For Jackie Burkhart
i’m convinced the writers of That 90s Show and That 70s Show HATE jackie burkhart. if jackie had to end up with kelso, fine. it’s been a long time, they’ve grown and matured enough that they’re better people and they can finally be better together. they always had a lot of chemistry and were cute together at times. but to have them have the same type of relationship, with getting married, divorced, and remarried, TWO DECADES later is an injustice to both of these characters but especially jackie, who has been wronged too many times to count. the least they could’ve done, if they couldn’t hint at jackie and hyde being married off-screen (so as to avoid that freak d*nny m*sterson of course), jackie and kelso should’ve been happily married as a testament to how much they’ve grown as characters and as a couple. or maybe they should’ve just shown jackie being a successful woman, perhaps a mom, on her own. seriously, what happened to “if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would”? but anyways, JUSTICE FOR JACKIE BURKHART
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thebirdpro · 3 months
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TCM crew as a SS from That 70s Show
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It’s only Connie, Leland, and Sonny
Not a WORD about the hands ik they’re bad
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OG photo
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thegayhimbo · 4 months
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melanieexox · 1 year
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First Look At Fez, Kelso, Jackie, Donna, Eric and Leo in THAT 90′s SHOW
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topperscumslut · 1 year
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Big Reputation (Jay Kelso x Reader)
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Summary: Slight enemies to lovers inspired by a tiktok by @/saracarstens. (Y/N) has heard about Jay’s family and reputation and is wary to give him the attention he’s craving (titled inspired by Taylor Swift’s Endgame)
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Content/warnings: fluff (NO smut), slight enemies to lovers, very brief mentions of sex, kelso slander (again) not slander if it’s true
You had heard about Jay Kelso before. Son of the wealthy, glamorous local television personality Jackie Burkhart and dim witted police officer and notorious womanizer Michael Kelso. Point Place was a small town after all, it wasn’t hard to hear the stories of the trails of broken hearts Michael Kelso had left in his wake, including that of Jay’s mother. You knew of Jay from school and the two of you working up the street from each other, and had heard of his many past girlfriends, but had never actually met him before. Not until that Wednesday at the coffee shop.
You were working your usual after school shift at the local uptown coffee shop when he came in. Interestingly, he was by himself. No gregarious group of friends, no girl on his arm. Just Jay Kelso, sporting messy hair and a flannel, staring straight in your direction.
You rolled your eyes when you locked eyes with him, seeing his face falter slightly and his lips part as he laid eyes on you. He didn’t seem to see you as you disappeared back behind the counter, instead sitting down at a table and opening up a book. You chortled a bit, Michael Kelso’s son reading for fun? What a joke. You rolled your eyes again and wondered what girl he was hoping to impress with that thing. You never could’ve imagined it could be you.
About ten minutes went by before your manager came and sent you on your break. You sat down in the corner by the cafe window, latte in your hand, and started to take a gentle sip as a familiar figure appeared before you and sat down in front of you. Who else could it be but Jay Kelso himself.
“Uh, hey,” he mused, blushing.
“Hi.”
You tried to be polite, you had heard plenty about him in the past, but you didn’t know him. Maybe he was just trying to be nice. Maybe he wasn’t some womanizing asshole, maybe he didn’t have any sort of more-than-platonic intentions.
He looked you up and down and swallowed anxiously. “I saw you from across the cafe, and I was thinking, um…”
Of course. Just another guy just trying to get in your pants.
You flashed him a look of disinterest. “No thanks.”
Jay looked flustered at your response. Surely because he was used to getting whatever girl he wanted, you assumed, and was shocked you wouldn’t be just another pawn in his games. But you also saw what looked like genuine disappointment flash upon his handsome face as his cheeks began to heat up to a magenta hue.
“I-I’m sorry, I-“ he stuttered.
You rolled your eyes. “Not interested, Kelso.”
“No, yeah, I understand. Um, sorry for asking, I shouldn’t have- I mean, um, I’ll leave you be.”
You focused your attention back to the mug in your hand as he walked away, melancholia in his pretty brown puppy dog eyes. Sure, Jay Kelso was good looking, but he was still a Kelso. And you were far too smart to get your heart broken. Not that you were too focused on boys anyway with how much of your energy you were putting into your school and work, but if you were looking for a man, any guy in town would do over Jay.
Just about a week later, at around the same time, the bell on the front door rang as it was opened once again by the ever so familiar Jay Kelso, this time holding a Polaroid camera rather than a book. You heard him order coffee from the girl at the front counter as you stood far enough behind the counter that he couldn’t see you preparing drinks, before he sauntered back to the same table as the week before and began sipping his drink while looking through his photos.
Unlike the week before, when you were more than happy to be sent on your break as your feet were starting to hurt and you were starting to feel that mental burn out for the night, tonight you were praying to the heavens above that you wouldn’t be sent to break while Jay was there. But there was your manager, once again, telling you to go on break so that the store could stay on schedule for the night. Great. At this point Jay had already been there for about half an hour and you were starting to wonder if he was stalking you. No, you thought to yourself, it’s just a coincidence. He doesn’t even know you work here. Not that he remembers you anyway, he probably asked out dozens of girls in just that day alone. Still, you decided to spend your break in your car just to avoid him.
You grabbed your to-go cup and started to make your way to the door of the coffee shop, which you had parked right in front of, and saw a car parked next to you that hadn’t been there when you showed up. Weird, there weren’t too many customers in the store at the moment. You were about to open the front door and walk out before a stranger came out from behind you and opened it for you, ushering you out.
“M’lady,” a deep voice echoed from above you.
“Thank you,” you said before peering up to get a look at this kind stranger.
Of course, it was Jay. Lovely.
“You again,” he said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, though a bit more playfully this time. “I don’t date.” Not entirely the truth, but not entirely a lie either. You weren’t against dating anyone right now, but you also weren’t looking. Especially not for him.
“That’s fine! Just wanted to help a lady in need.” He smiled a toothy grin.
Ugh, he was so annoying. Did he seriously think you couldn’t open a door?
You fought back a smile as you bit your inner cheek. “Well, thanks, I guess.”
“Yeah. See ya around,” Jay said, before clearing his throat. “And if you ever change your mind, I’d love to buy you a coffee,” he winked as the two of you walked off before you both awkwardly realized you were heading in the same direction. Of course. He was the car parked right next to you. Because why wouldn’t he be, right? Just your luck.
You awkwardly waved goodbye to him as he got in his car and drove off, not admitting to the butterflies that you felt in your stomach as he smiled at you. You couldn’t stand Jay Kelso, and you weren’t going to let that change anytime soon.
Another couple weeks went by, no Jay. It was a Saturday this time, so you’d gotten off of work earlier since you hadn’t had class during the daytime and decided to walk over to the video and record store just up the street. It was a pretty cool place that you liked to go to with your friends sometimes on the weekends, and you didn’t even pay any mind to the boy at the front desk as you walked in and started sifting through piles of John Hughes movies before making your way to the small clothing section filled with hats and band tees. You picked up a distressed denim baseball cap and put it on your head before walking over to the full sized mirror and almost jumping out of your skin as you saw a figure appear behind you.
“Damn.”
You sighed. “What do you want, Jay?”
“I-I just,” he blushed, “well, that looks really good on you.”
You rolled your eyes before turning to face him. “Are you following me?”
“Well, actually, I work here, so it seems to me like you’re the one following me, doll.”
Shit. How could you forget Jay worked at this store?
He casually looked you up and down before speaking up again. “You know, you apparently know my name, but I don’t seem to have caught yours.”
“(Y/N).”
Jay smirked. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Shut up,” you sighed, fighting back a smile.
“You wanna buy it?” he asked.
You sighed. “See, I would, but I don’t get paid til tomorrow, so I’m kind of just window shopping for now.”
“Okay…” he said in a sing-song voice. “First purchase is on me. How does that sound?”
“Jeez. You like it on me that much.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking you up and down again and biting his lip. “Really. You look gorgeous.”
You blushed. “Thanks Jay. You don’t look too bad yourself. You win. I guess I’ll let you buy the hat.”
“Sounds great!” he exclaimed before ringing it up and walking you to the door.
“See you later, (Y/N).”
“In your dreams, Kelso,” you replied, attempting to hide your smile.
Another week or two went by and you tried your best to convince yourself to forget about Jay Kelso, but every time you saw that denim hat sitting in the corner of your bedroom, the butterflies in your stomach that he’d given you kept coming back. You sighed and made your way to the bathroom to get ready for that evening’s shift.
That was the next time you had seen Jay, and you were genuinely shocked at how cool he played it as he only so much as gave you a friendly wave from across the coffee shop while once again looking through a large stack of Polaroids. Maybe he’d finally given up, you thought. However, the next night took that hope and crushed it.
Another day, another break that you hadn’t (yet) ran into Jay Kelso. You sighed with relief before the ring of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. What timing, lo and behold there was Jay at the door looking devilishly handsome as ever in a Nirvana tee, ripped jeans, and dirty converse high tops with a camera strung around his neck. He made his way over to the corner of the cafe where you were once again sitting enjoying your coffee in peace.
“C’mon… it can’t be a coincidence that we keep meeting here.”
“Now I don’t believe in coincidence,” you smirked, “but I don’t mean to burst your bubble. I actually work here. You seem to keep catching me on my breaks…”
“And here I thought it was fate. Guess I’m just a lucky guy.”
“See? You hit on me every time you see me, but you know nothing about me.”
“That’s not true,” he pouted.
“Oh isn’t it?”
“No. I know this is your favorite corner in the cafe to sit down and drink your coffee, and I know that your hair looks beautiful when the sun hits it shining in through the window. I know you drive a (your car), I know you bite your cheek when I make you nervous, even though you like to pretend that I don’t. But I can tell from the way you blush. And I know that your name is (Y/N), a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. And what are you drinking right now?”
“Chai latte,” the both of you said in unison.
“That’s what I thought,” Jay smirked.
You tried to ignore the way your cheeks were heating up as you thought of a witty reply. “Epic fail, Kelso. You’re just making yourself sound like a total stalker.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just care enough to notice all the little things about you.”
“Oh please. If you wanted anything more than to get inside my pants, maybe I’d believe you.”
His brow furrowed, goofy demeanor falling and a genuinely serious look washing over his face. “Why would you think that?”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve heard about you before.”
“Heard about me? Or heard about my dad?”
Damn… that shut you up real quick.
“Actually, (Y/N), if you must know, I’m a virgin. And I hardly even know my father since he doesn’t seem to give a shit about me, if that makes you feel any better.”
Well now you felt like an absolute asshole.
“Shit, Jay, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, fighting back tears. “No need to be. You didn’t know. No hard feelings, right?”
You smiled at him. “Of course not. As long as you don’t hate me for being such a bitch.”
“I could never,” Jay grinned. “And you’re not a bitch. You’re a gorgeous girl, inside and out.”
You blushed and bit your cheek lightly. “Thank you, Jay.”
Another week or so went by before you stopped once again in the record shop, this time however on purpose with one boy on your mind - Jay Kelso. You tried on a couple hats again, getting his opinion every time and each time him telling you that you looked beautiful in everything. You didn’t even wear hats that often, but the store didn’t have a dressing room to try on the tee shirts, so you did what you had to do to keep seeing Jay.
This went on for a little over a month. Jay would show up and order coffee, you’d show up and try on hats, and you’d wave at each other in the hallways at school. Eventually your little visits to each others’ work became more and more frequent and your interactions less and less platonic, however without either of you officially making a move.
One Friday evening you had been trying on hats for what felt like hours, chatting and laughing with Jay the whole time as he gave you his opinions on which hats looked good on you and which to buy, which, of course, was always, all of them.
“Okay…” you sighed, biting your cheek, “I think I like this one.” You adjusted the baby pink bucket hat on your head.
Jay could tell that you were about to leave and realized it was finally his chance to make a move.
“(Y/N)…”
“Yeah?”
“I, um, don’t think I really did this right the first time… will you go out with me?”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I thought you’d never ask!” You ran your fingers through your hair, taking off the hat and handing it to him. “I don’t even hardly wear hats that much. But I agree… this one does look adorable on me.”
“It does. And for the record, I totally hate coffee.”
You couldn’t contain your laughter as he pulled you into his arms. “You’re such a dork!”
“Not as much of a dork as the girl who came into my work to try on hats for hours just to get my attention after rejecting me,”
“Oh, shut up,” you giggled, pulling him closer.
“Make me.”
You planted a quick kiss on his lips, leaving him flustered.
“So… about that date.”
“How does coffee sound?”
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vintageholls · 3 months
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here are the headshots i was talking about from the casting photoshoot! i don’t have debra’s and fez’s :(
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MILA KUNIS and ASHTON KUTCHER THAT ‘70s SHOW 2x03 "The Velvet Rope"
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