Donna: Let's Go To Bed, Eric. I'm Tired.

Donna: Let's go to bed, Eric. I'm tired.

Eric: Okay, my lady.

Hyde: You're so whipped...

*Jackie appears, raising her eyebrow at him*

Hyde: On my way, Doll. Gotta keep my baby warm.

Jackie: My life is over!

Jackie: I've been a good girl.

Jackie: I never lied, except when necessary.

Jackie: I always bought my parents expensive gifts, using their credit card of course.

Jackie: But I don't deserve this humiliation!

*during season 8*

Jackie: So what if I'm getting a little male attention?

Hyde: You're getting a lot more than a little.

Jackie, whispering so he can't hear: Not from anyone that matters.

Hyde: I just think you should be careful.

Jackie: And I think that if you really feel the need to tell me what I should and shouldn't do, [picks up the phone] you should pick up the phone [hands him the phone] and call your wife!

Donna: Did you hear the rumor that's going around school?

Jackie: Which one? I started several.

In efforts to distract! Prompt: what do you think would happen if jackie and hyde met later in life, like college? I could totally see donna and Eric stopping by hydes apartment and being confused because apparently hyde has a girlfriend named jackie that's a fashion design major who loves unicorns!

fashion designer!jackie? absolutely love that!

i don't really see hyde going to college, it's just not his thing. but let's say that grooves was a hang out spot for college kids and jackie happened to be there on a daily basis. (i'm thinking chicago here, but that's not really important)

ps. i'm using my oc, amy hamilton, because i suck at creating original characters on the spot. ;)

anyway, i hope you enjoy this!

[...]

"I don't understand why you like to come here everyday, Amy. They only have American music, and it's not even Abba!" Jackie exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"I like to come here because I like the aesthetic of the store, I kinda like Aerosmith and I definitely like the boy who works here. So, just be a good friend and shut up!" Amy retorted, huffing.

The store was relatively empty that afternoon, except for the duo of friends, a couple of other costumers and three employees.

"Which one?"

Amy eyed her best friend strangely, finding the desperation in her voice and her troubled expression a little concerning.

"The one over there. I heard him saying something in Spanish, so that mean he's also Latino and it makes me instantly attracted to him. I already can imagine our polyglot children mixing up their Portuguese and their Spanish."

Jackie didn't realize she was holding her breath until a sigh of relief escaped, and that was enough evidence for her friend to understand what was going on.

"Well, considering the hippie is too old for you, I think you might have a crush on the guy with the glasses..." Amy teased her friend, watching Jackie's face flush.

"Of course not, Amy. Come on, we've been coming here for weeks and I've never seen him wearing anything other than band t-shirts and dirty jeans. For Givenchy's sake, I only date guys that can appreciate high fashion."

Amy smiled from ear to ear.

"So you admit you've been observing him!"

"Shut up, puta."

"Hey, I did not teach Portuguese curse words for you to use them against me. That's illegal!"

Jackie flipped her off as a response.

"And by the way, Brazilian music is also American music, because Brazil is in America. Because America is a continent." Amy continued.

"What are you, my Geography teacher?"

"If I was your Geography teacher, I'd be deeply disappointed in you."

[...]

After a couple of weeks, Jackie couldn't lie anymore. She had a massive crush on the guy with sunglasses.

The perks of having a best friend majoring in Journalism is that, the real reason why she wants to follow this career, is because she likes to gossip. Among other things, of course. But mostly gossip.

All it took Amy to know everything about her crush was to go get her hair done with Nikki. An hour later, she knew more about them than themselves.

Creepy? Maybe.

Did they care? Not really.

[...]

The only thing Amy did not know was that they weren't the only ones with a crush. Because, how would Nikki know about that?

"Poncho, man, what's with all this foreign music you ordered?" Hyde asked his employee.

"You remember the girl I told you about? The blonde one, muttering about how xenophobic our music selection was?"

Hyde searched through his mind, but all he remembered was a brunette girl. She was always wearing fancy clothes, and expensive perfume, and designer shoes, and glittery lip gloss.

She was so hot. No, scratch that. She was beautiful.

No. Not even a trace of a blonde girl.

"Not really."

"Your crush's best friend? Does that ring any bells?" He teased.

"Crush? I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You might even believe it." Poncho chuckled. "The point is, I like her. The blonde girl, not your crush. And I wanted to impress her."

"You better sell this."

"Aye aye, Captain!"

[...]

"Listen, Jackie. My patience is not my best trait..."

"Patience? What patience?"

"Shut up!"

Amy took a deep breath, cursing her friend who now had a smirk on her face.

"As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me... Here's the deal: I'll make a move on my hot crush if you make a move on yours."

Jackie started at her friend, trying to say if she was serious or not.

"You're joking, right? There's no way it's gonna happen."

"Yes, it will. You're Jackie Burkhart, when have you not get what you wanted?"

"You bitch!"

"And now, you'll do it just to prove a point..."

"Damn you, Amelia!"

[...]

After a few days filled with awkward flirting, they had their first date. Then the second. Then the third.

Then, suddenly, they were a thing.

And, sooner than they expected, they were dating.

She was his chick. He was he Puddin' Pop. (But just when they were alone, because he still have a reputation).

(And, of course, Amy and Poncho also got together).

[...]

"Hey, Poncho. Is Hyde around?"

Amy didn't know that skinny boy, or that redhead girl. But she was gonna find out.

"Yeah, he's in the office." Her boyfriend answered.

"Thanks, man."

The strangers went to the office and the blonde turned to her boyfriend, her journalist skills ready to be useful.

"Who are these people?"

"They're the boss's friends, from Wisconsin."

"Oh, I see..." She said.

She was gonna complain about how rude it was that they didn't even greeted her, but her complaint was interrupted by a female voice, that she assumed it belonged to the redhead, shouting:

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US?"

"Come on amor, this is gonna be entertaining..."

[...]

sorry if there's any grammar mistakes.

and thanks for the prompt, i loved it and i hope you liked it too! 💖

The Amy-verse

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from That '70s Show, which is created by Bonnie and Terry Turner and Mark Brazill. I own nothing, except for my original character, Amy Hamilton.

Warning: I'm not fluent in English and this is one of the ways I found to learn on my own. So if you find any mistakes, please let me know :)

TW: Mentions of military dictatorship and political views. Based on facts.

Notes: If you have the chance to get the vaccine, please don't waste it. If you don't, please take care and stay at home if you're able.

Amy's political views will be frequently mentioned during the story. If you're not into politics, or if it makes you uncomfortable, or if you don't agree with her political views and feel the need to make a rude comment, I kindly suggest you to not read this.

And last, but not least: I hate you, Bolsonaro. Fuck you. I hope you die of a nasty, slow, and painful disease. :)

1×03

*during a phone call*

Jackie: Why didn't you come to the basement today?

Amy: Elis made a mess in my living room, I literally just finished cleaning her shit.

Jackie: Ew.

Amy: I know... but why didn't you tell me the president is coming to town?

Jackie: 'Cause you hate him?

Amy: Fair enough. But still.

Jackie: Amy, I'm serious. The secret service will be there, don't do anything stupid.

Amy: Oh please, Jackie. When have I ever done something stupid?

Jackie: You'd do almost anything to yell at the president. Especially if it's about your country.

Amy: Well, can you blame me? The US government supported financially the military dictatorship in my country. God knows what they would've done if that hadn't worked.

Jackie: Okay, I don't understand what you're saying. Just promise me you won't get yourself in trouble, please.

Amy: Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

[...]

*school*

Principal: Now, as you all know President Ford will be visiting our fair city and I know there are some of you out there that might be planning some sort of quote-unquote social statement type protest...

Amy: I can't believe he interrupted cheer practice to give us a lecture...

Jackie: Yeah... ew! Those freshman creeps are staring at us.

[Amy glares at them until they stop]

Jackie: How do you do that?

Amy: I'll tell you later.

Principal: So let me tell you another thing Mr. or Mrs. Punk, protesting accomplishes nothing!

Amy: Bullshit!

Principal: Oh, sure, you might see a chance to prove your manhood or show you're cool...

Jackie: Amy, what are you planning?

Principal: But this is our President... our President, darn it! So no shenanigans, you hear me?

Amy: I'm not planning anything, believe me.

Principal: If that's your kind of attitude, you might just as well go home right now!

Jackie: Oh, you are planning something, and I will find out!

[...]

*basement*

Fez: If you hate the fuzz on your ass, then why don't you shave it off?

Amy, who just came into the basement: Who's gonna get their ass shaved, and why are you guys talking about that?

Fez: Hyde hates the fuzz on his ass.

Amy, giggling: Oh, okay. [to Hyde] You should apply some oil first, you'll be smooth like a newborn.

Hyde: That's not what we were talking about.

Amy: Then what was it?

Kelso: We're streaking!

Amy, suddenly interested: Like a... protest?

Kelso: Yeah! Say, Amy, you wanna join us?

Amy: Back off, asshole. [proceeds to take a seat on the couch] Why are you protesting?

Hyde: Against the corrupt electoral system.

Fez: Because people won't be chasing us with torches and pointy sticks.

Kelso: So I can run buck naked through a sea of people!

Eric: I'm pro-nudity.

Amy: Are you doing this too, Donna?

Donna: Hell no.

Amy: So, Hyde's got a solid purpose, Eric is a dumbass, Kelso is a sick perverted and Fez... [looks at him] That was awfully specific... are you okay?

Fez, tearing up: Well, you were the first person who asked me this today. But, yes, I am okay.

Amy: If you say so.

Eric: Amy, it's not that I don't like you or anything...

Amy: I know you don't like me, you don't have to pretend you do.

Eric: Why are you here without your "in" to the group?

Amy: I'm hiding from Jackie, and since she knows I wouldn't come here without her, she won't look for me here.

Donna: Why are you hiding from her?

Amy: I can't lie to Jackie, but if I tell her the truth she's not gonna let me do it.

Donna: Do what?

Amy, obviously lying: Nothing.

Donna: We already know you're lying.

Amy: But you don't know the truth and you're not gonna make me say it, I could tell you another lie and you wouldn't know.

Kelso: I don't understand.

Amy: I didn't think you would. But, anyways, Jackie knows me really well, she'd take the truth out of me.

[...]

*fantasy sequence, interrogation room*

Jackie: I know you're lying, so just tell me the truth!

Amy: Fine! I confess I'm planning something!

[...]

*back to the basement*

Amy: The point is that I'm gonna stay here until I'm sure she'll be back at her house. Then tomorrow, I'll just avoid her at school... So, what was that shaving talk about?

Fez: Hyde hates the fuzz on his ass.

Donna, Eric, Hyde, and Kelso: *groaning*

[...]

*the next day, at the electoral commission*

Kelso: You are so lucky I'm naked, pal!

Jackie: Amy, don't think I can't see you trying to sneak in!

Amy: Well, hello to you too Jackie.

Jackie: What are you wearing?

Amy, gesturing to her clothes: This is my outfit for today, and if you don't like it, you could leave...

Jackie: Why are dressed like a communist?

Amy: What do you mean? Just because I'm wearing a red shirt and a barret with a red star in it, does not mean I'm dressed like a communist. I always wear red clothes, Jackie! That's actually kinda stereotypical, we should...

Jackie: Quit the rambling! Do you want the secret service to call Immigration? Do you wanna get deported? You promised me you wouldn't get in trouble, Amy!

Amy: Technically, I did not promise you anything. I said, "don't worry about me, I'll be fine". [she stops when she notices that Jackie is crying] Don't cry, Jackie. I'm not gonna do anything stupid, like your boyfriend and his friends. I just want to express my frustration and try to spread awareness and, perhaps, help my homeland. Please, try to understand me.

Jackie: And I just want my best friend to stay safe and away from jail. Please, try to understand me.

Amy, now also crying: Do you trust me?

Jackie: Yes.

Amy: I'll be fine.

Jackie: Okay.

[...]

Mr. Forman: Hey, Jerry. Here's my question, how the hell could you pardon Nixon?

[...]

Jackie, clearly upset: What are you going to do? They'll be leaving soon...

Amy: I'm not gonna do anything, I'm a coward.

Jackie: How can you say that, Ames? You're not a coward!

Amy: Yes, I am! I had the chance to finally do something that could help my country, and I chickened out...

Jackie: You got scared, Amy! They could deport you.

Amy, crying: Even Eric did something!

Jackie: Don't remind me, I'll have nightmares about this... The thing is that you're smart, and you have me as your best friend, and you're hot because I only hang out with hot people. And even though you talk a lot about politics, you're really good company. You'll have another chance to make a huge protest and start a revolution, or something like that.

Amy, sniffing: Thanks, Jackie... Hey, you wanna sleepover tonight?

Jackie: Will that make you feel better?

Amy, nodding: Yes, we could do face masks and take turns on what we talk about, make-up or politics.

Jackie, huffing: Okay... you're lucky you're my best friend!

Amy, hugging her friend: I know.

[...]

*Amy's room*

Jackie, painting her nails pink: Your mom is so nice, is she really gonna bake a cake for tomorrow's breakfast just because I'm here?

Amy, painting her nails red: Yep, I hope you like corn cake, that is the only recipe she knows.

Jackie: It sounds good.

Amy: Believe me, it is! But if you don't like it, we can make a carrot cake with chocolate again... [winks]

Jackie: I love you!

Amy: I love you too!

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