and then when they showed her callin him in the next scene i was like

hello friends here is a part 2 for my most recent one shot! i am really just about to babble a bunch of words onto my screen but i hope they are good words


You were recovered, fully, and on your meds 24/7, no exceptions. (Your family [and you] didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time you didn’t take them.) People thought of you differently, of course. That was to be expected when people find out that you had to go to an asylum for the criminally insane for attacking a boy with a lacrosse stick. You didn’t mind, you had kind, loyal friends who never thought anything but the best of you. Anyone else didn’t really matter. You were allowed back on the team eventually, and got right back into the game like nothing had ever changed.

There was one thing about that fiasco, though, that still haunted you. The screaming please of the ginger boy you had befriended during your stay. You didn’t tell any of your family or friends about him, for good reason. (They would be wary of you if you told them that you made a friend in an insane asylum. They would worry for your safety if you told them he threatened to find you.) You did your best to forget him, but sometimes his empty threat and screams, or memories of your short-lived friendship, still managed to make their way back to you. You wished it would stop.

But regardless, no one but you knew about these thoughts. You successfully got back on track in all of your classes. Being an honors student was demanding and tiring, but it was beneficial to your academic growth and college applications. You were a fast learner, to your advantage, and catching up on the material you missed only took a week or so. Life was back to normal sooner than you realized, and you were happy. Sometimes, you forgot for a moment about where you had been and who you had met. Study dates in cafes and running amuck (abiding every law, of course,) in the city allowed you to feel like it was all just a strange dream. But all dreams come to an end, and this one was about to.

The stories blaring on the news all had one thing in common- 6 prisoners in the asylum had managed to break out, and were not nowhere to be found. What scared you the most about this was that Jerome, the ginger boy, was amongst them. But you kept your cool as best you could- no one knew about your relationship with him, and you didn’t necessarily want anybody to know.

Of course, as soon as he was broken out of prison, the first thing he decided was that he was going to find you. After all, he couldn’t go back on his word (he was a man of honor, after all). He only had one condition for agreeing to do Galavan’s bidding- it was to have you. He wanted you back. What you thought of as a convenient friendship, he always thought of as something more. In his mind, the moment you allowed yourself to be comfortable with him, you became his. He was under the impression that this was an unspoken agreement- you, however, never came to see it that way.

The both of you were in for a rude awakening.

It came one day after you returned from practice after school. Your parents were out of town on a business trip, so the house was empty for him to break into and await your return. (Your dog- while you loved her dearly- was not, by any means, a guard dog. If she was given attention, she was perfectly placid.) When you got home, you found both Jerome and your dog sitting on the floor of your living room. You froze in shock and let your bags, both school and sports, fall to the floor with a thud. That was when he looked up at you and instantly broke out in a grin. “Well hello there,” he said, standing up and talking painstakingly slow steps towards you. “Long time, no see, huh?”

Your breath was shaky when you tilted you head to look at him. He was looming over you, had you backed up against a wall, and you were beyond intimidated. “Why… why are you here?” He let out a well-mannered scoff.

“Why do you think? I told you I’d come back for you, bird. I wouldn’t break a promise.” He took notice to your fearful expression. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?”

“Please… Please leave me alone. You’re sick. You need help. Please get out of my house. I won’t tell anyone.”

(This was a lie, of course. You were calling the police as soon as possible.) He just laughed at this.

“What are you talking about, (y/n)? I’m not leaving here without you. You’re mine, we were made for each other.” You scrunched your brows in confusion. “All you have to do is free your mind… these people have it clouded. You think you’re sane, but really… you’re just trapped. I know you can’t see it just yet. But don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “‘Show me’? Jerome, there’s nothing to show. I’m not a psychopathic anarchist like you. I don’t want to ‘free my mind’. I’m perfectly happy being sane and healthy.”

He just shook his head. “Wow. They really did a number on you. Just about snuffed out your spark! But I’ll get it back to ya in no time, believe me.”

“Why do you care?” you blurted out suddenly. “Where is this all coming from- why won’t you just leave me be?”

He tilted his head at you, genuinely confused. “Well, because- because you were made for me! You’re mine. I need you.“

"Well then you’d better stop needing me, Jerome, because I’m not yours. You can’t just come in here and claim ownership over me, like I’m some… some thing! People don’t belong to people, and I don’t belong to you. Get out.” You didn’t know where the sudden courage to say this came from. Beneath your tough exterior, you were terrified that he would lash out and kill you any second. But you composed your posture regardless.

“Is that so?” he questioned, taking it concerningly lightly. “Well then. I can see when I’m not wanted. Take care, then. But you’ll regret this sooner or later. You’ll come to your senses and see that you’re mine soon enough.” Finally, he stepped back, far enough to let you take a deep breath and not bump into him. He began to walk away, when he quickly turned on his heel. “On second thought,” he looked at you, “I can’t just leave you like this.”

You began to form the beginning of a question when he had you pinned to the wall, again, hands around your throat. You struggled against him, clawing at his arms and hands. (Damn it, you play lacrosse, why can’t you fight back harder?) “Don’t worry, I won’t kill ya. Just make ya sleep for a few hours. Don’t want ya callin’ ol’ Jimbo down at the GCPD, now, do we?” You slumped to the floor, black spots forming in your vision. “Sleep, princess. I’ll be back soon enough.” His threatening promise was the last thing you saw before you totally blacked out and fell into a deep slumber.

Hours later, when you finally awoke exactly where he had left you. You were a sobbing mess, and there were fresh bruises scattered along your throat. It registered in your mind that he now knew where you lived, attended school, and could kill you at a moment’s notice. You rushed to the phone and dialled 911, hands shaking. When the operator picked up, you spilled everything that had just taken place, taking a few, short shaky breaths after talking a mile a minute. The police, as well as an ambulance, was on the scene in five minutes. You contacted your parents next, and they booked the earliest flight possible to get back to you.

You saw his shenanigans on the news throughout the rest of that week. An oil truck heist, attempted arson, and raiding and massacring the police station.

(What scared you most about that one was when he talked about you in his cheaply-recorded monologue to the police chief. He vaguely mentioned his anger at society for tainting the mind and heart of his 'pretty bird’, followed by a rant about being cogs in a machine. It was unsettling.)

You didn’t sleep well for weeks. One night, you woke up in a cold sweat, convinced that he was in your room. You fell back asleep soon after, but in the morning, Your window was open and there was a rose by your head.

(You went to your backyard and burned it. You held it up high, just incase he was hiding somewhere, watching.)

(He was. He brought back two more the next night.)

This game of retaliation continued for a few days more, until it stopped. He was stabbed in the throat on live television, after hours of terrorizing a charity gala. You were relieved, of course, but a small part of you was disappointed.

(You did really want him to get better. You wanted to be his friend, you really did, but not if he was a psychopathic criminal who didn’t care about anyone but himself.)

(But he did care about someone other than himself.)

(It was you.) (Deep down, you knew it, too.)



i’m so tired

i thought i would let u kno im getting a lot closer to one of my friends and its making me really happy. we will refer to him as cool boy.

dumb boy still walks through my life every now and then. i can’t avoid that. he’s dating one of my best friends. he said he wanted to still be friends but hasn’t taken any initiative on that yet. am i disappointed because we used to be so close and now we don’t talk anymore? yes. will it kill me? hell no

im still so tired.

another guy friend, we will call him ugly boy because he is an ugly boy, started dating another one of my good friends recently. they are cute as hell and i hope he makes her happy bc she is a great person and her last boyfriend was a jerk.

i, myself, still have no love life. im cool with that. i’ve managed this much of my life without a man and i don’t necessarily need or want one at the moment. the boy previously known as cute boy is a bit of a bore anyways.

please gimme feedback on this fic ALSO thank you i need constant validation that u guys like what i do, since, u know, i do it for u, and i don’t get paid for this

Littlest Things (Steve x Reader)

Request: Can you write a Steve x Reader based on the song Littlest Things by Lily Allen??? THANKS!

Summary: Good things always come to an end.

AN: Italics are memories. Also, here’s the song if any of you guys feel like giving it a listen! [x] 

| Feedback is very much appreciated | 

The heels of your velvet stilettos click against the smooth concrete that lays outside of the courthouse. You walk up steep stairs that lead to the front-doors, gripping the chilled iron railing to keep your balance. You reach the top of the steps and take a deep breath, attempting to calm your restless nerves before pushing open the doors. 

A gust of warm air greets your cool skin as you proceed through the doors. Your eyes move around the room, scanning for the person you’ve come to meet. The only thing you find are the same boring men in the same boring, designer suits. You shake your head slightly and release a quiet sigh. You step into the building with your heels clicking against the marble tiles. You walk towards the grand, mahogany staircase that will guide you to the next chapter of your life.

As you begin to scale the staircase your eyes gaze to the side, finding a young and beaming couple walking down. The woman wears a casual ivory dress, and the man wears a dress shirt with black trousers. With the way their dressed and the way they stare at each other, you know they just had a classic courthouse wedding.

You freeze in your spot as they walk by you. The girl reaches over and innocently kisses her new husband’s lip, but the small action makes your heart stutter. You look away from the newlyweds and proceed to walk up the stairs. A bitter smile takes over your face, slowly fading with every step you take. Although, alongside every step is a memory that resurfaces, and you want nothing more then to push them back down.

Sometimes I find myself sittin’ back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin’
And I remember when you started callin’ me your miss’s
All the play fightin’, all the flirtatious disses

You let out a groan as you send a fatal blow to your training dummy, making it fly across the room. You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, as sweat drips down your face. You walk over to the bench where your training bag rests, and grab your water bottle. You chug nearly half of the water in a matter of seconds.

“You’re getting better.” A voice calls out. “Soon you’ll be better than me.”

“Yeah right.” You pant out.

“It’s true.”

You laugh quietly and shake your head. You turn to the source of the voice, finding your boyfriend walking across the training room. “If I could train to be a Super Solider, that would be a miracle.”

Steve laughs, and wraps an arm around your waist. He inches his lips towards yours, freezing when they’re just a hair’s width away from each other. “I’ll give you a kiss once you have a shower. You stink.”

I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don’t know why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

You shut the door as quietly as you can, as you slip your large duffle bag off of your shoulder. The door closes with a small click and you let out a soft sigh. That mission was a long and immensely tiring one. You had to go to India for three weeks with Bruce doing undercover work alongside the doctor. Thankfully, you’re home now and you hopefully won’t have to do a mission like that for awhile. 

You take your phone out of your pocket, checking the time. ‘2:47am’. You release another sigh, knowing that Steve’s asleep. 

You walk forward a few steps to where a small linen closet is. You grab a pillow and a couple of blankets, and then you proceed to walk towards the living room. “I’ll just sleep on the couch tonight.” You whisper to yourself.

As you lay the blankets on the couch, you hear a groggy voice come from down the hall. “No you won’t.”

You head twists to where Steve stands, finding him rubbing his eyes. He softly yawns and pulls down his shirt as it was ridding up his stomach. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, babe-”

He takes a long look at you, frowning. He spreads open his muscular arms. “Come here.” 

You don’t waste a second before sprinting towards him.

Dreams, dreams

You feel the soft touch of Steve’s hands move away from your eyes, allowing you to see. What you find takes your breath away. “Do you like it?” He asks, almost sounding nervous.

It takes you a moment to answer as you observe the beauty of the scene in front of you. There’s dozens of candles set around a pile of blankets. A basket sits off to the side, and your mind goes wild as to what food could possibly be in it. What makes it all better is that it’s set on the roof of The Tower, overlooking the sunset of bustling New York.

“Of course I do, Steve, it’s all so perfect.” You pull him down for a kiss, rubbing you hand softly up his arm. “I love it.” 

“I’m glad.”

“Now,” You pull Steve over to the blankets. “Lets eat whatever’s in that basket.” You laugh out.

He shakes his head, laughing with you. “Hold on, I have one more surprise.” He smiles shyly and grabs your hand.

“Do you? Is Tony and Sam going to give us a little air show?”

He releases a nervous laugh. “Not quite.” 

You watch as he slowly moves himself down to one knee. Your hand immediately flies up to your mouth. “I love you, [Y/N], I love you a lot. With you I don’t feel alone. I don’t feel like I’ve missed out on a lifetime. When I think of you, I think of a whole new life. I think about a future I couldn’t have even imagine a couple years ago. I’ve never met anyone else like you, anyone that could make me feel like you do.” Your eyes stay wide with shock as every word he says sends your heart racing. “I want to spend the rest of this new life with you.”

He reaches into his pant’s pocket and pulls out a small box. Your breathing comes to a complete halt. Your brain stops comprehending words, only being able to focus on the velvet box.

“Will you marry me?” 

Of when we had just started things

“Do you Steven Rogers, take [Y/N] [Y/L/N] to be your lawfully wedded wife?“ 

You stare deeply into Steve’s eyes as they display an array of emotions. You can see the pure joy, excitement, and love all collected in his baby blue gaze. Her opens his mouth to say the two words you’re longing to hear, but instead the voice of his Best Man, Sam Wilson interrupts.

"Hell yeah he does.”

Dreams of you and meIt seems, it seems    


"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, it’s a girl.”

A small tear falls down your flushed cheeks as you look to your husband. His mouth is slightly parted while he watches the doctor walk towards you with a small bundle of pink. You look between Steve and your daughter, trying to imprint every little thing about this moment into your mind forever. You never want to forget the cries that dance through the air. You never want to forget the feeling of pure exhausted, bliss that flows through your body.

You never want to forget Steve’s smile.

That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”

Bright light blurs your vision as you groggily open your eyes. A small head of blonde, wavy, hair comes into focus as a large smile forms on your lips. You reach your arms up and hug your daughter tightly to your chest. “Thank you, Brook!” You plant small kisses onto her messy, bed head.

Brooklyn releases soft giggles as she squirms out of your grasp. She kisses your forehead, then excitedly jumps up and down on our abdomen. “I made you cereal, Mommy!” Your eyes drift over to your nightstand finding a bowl of Lucky Charms overflowing with milk. In the puddle of milk lies a drawing of what appears to be a cow wearing a party hat. “And I drew you a picture of a birthday cow!”

”Thank you, baby.” You ruffle her messy hair. “I love it.”

“Good, ‘cause I spent a lot of time on it.”

You laugh at your daughter as you begin to sit up. You look over to the empty spot on your bed. With a small frown on your face, you look to Brooklyn. “Hey Brook, where’s Daddy?”

“Uncle Tony said Daddy’s saving the world.” Her brows furrow slightly, only briefly flashing a look of disappointment. “Again…”

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true

Everything you’ve come known has come crashing down within a night. Things were said out of anger, making you both feel immediate guilt. With every word you recall, you take a swig straight from a bottle of wine.

“You’re never here! Your own daughter barely knows who you are. She see’s you more on the news then she does in person!”


“You’re being selfish. Do think I’m doing this on purpose? This is my job. I’d much rather be here with my family, but it’s my duty to help those people”


“I gave up my ‘duty’ to have a family, Steve. You and I both know that there are many people to cover for us. I gave up that life because I thought we both wanted this.”


“Well maybe I didn’t, [Y/N]! Maybe I missed my chance for all of that when I went into the ice. I was another man, one who wanted all of this, but now I’ve changed.”


“You’re unbelievable. What happened to the man who proposed to me on that rooftop five years ago? You can’t decide you want something one second, and then throw it to the side the next!”


“I’m not throwing it to the side!”


“You have a real daughter, Steve. You have a daughter who is an extremely smart and talented girl. One who loves to draw just like her dad, and unfortunately, that girl doesn’t even know the colour of your eyes. She doesn’t know the colour of her own father’s eyes.”


I know its not right, but it seems unfair
The things are reminding me of you

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath of air. ‘This needs to be done.’ You think to yourself. ‘It’s what’s best.’ 

With one final breath, you proceed up the stairs. A somber mood takes over your whole being as you get closer and closer to your destination. With every passing second you can feel your stomach tightening and your breaths getting more and more shallow. Your heart beats so fast your fear that it may just implode. Each click from your heels hitting the floor beneath them is like a deafening echo to your ears.

‘It’s what’s better for everyone.’

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend

You round a corner only to find what you were dreading to see. A woman with frizzy red hair and thin glasses stands off to the side talking to a man, with neatly groomed black hair. They speak in hushed tones. Just past the two people stands the man you love.

The man’s bright blue eyes that used to be able to melt away any worry you could have, are now dull and lacking the sparkle they always held. His hair, that even when in a battle would still be perfectly kept, is now overgrown and in a desperate need of a wash. The smooth skin of his jaw is now home to dark, scruffy hair.

Without realizing it yourself, you clear your throat, grabbing the attention of the small group.

The woman with the frizzy head of hair, also known as your lawyer, looks to you with a small smile. ”[Y/N], I’m glad you could make it.“ She sticks out her hand and you give it a light shake.

"Of course she came,” A tired voice breaths out. You move your stare from your lawyer to Steve. His eyes are moving around the room, not daring to look at you. “She’s the one who wanted this.”

You pull away pull your hand away from your lawyer, fully turing to Steve. A small glare forms on your face, feeling both guilty and angry at the same time. “Can we get this started? I have to get our daughter from school in an hour.”

You all shuffle into the small room that has been booked for you, and sit at a large glass table. You and the woman with glasses take a seat, and Steve takes a seat with the man at the opposing side of the table. Everyone begins to speak, but you tune them out. Instead, your mind goes wild with memories of your past and memories you wish you could’ve made in the future.

You snap out of is as you see the sudden motion of Steve gliding a pen across many sheets of paper. Large bags are present under his stormy eyes. With every letter he writes, he rubs his growing beard anxiously.

You move your eyes back to his, losing yourself in his dull gaze, not realizing he has also lost himself in yours too.

So come on, tell me

“Mrs. Rogers?” You tear your eyes from Steve’s almost pleading stare. You look towards your lawyer as she nudges a pen across the table. The cool silver of the pen touches your hand that rest on the table. You shift your gaze from the pen back to Steve.

You know this isn’t what he wants.

This certainly isn’t what you want, but it’s what needs to be done.

“Yes?” You answer, watching her adjust the thin glasses that slip down the bridge of her slender nose. She slides a thick pile of paper towards you, flipping to a specific page. 

“Please sign across the dotted line to finalize the divorce.”

Is this the end?

hydejackies-deactivated20170430  asked:

Hiiiiiiiiiiii! I was told you know everything there is to know about t70s! :) I have a doubt and a question-- When Hyde says on screen 'I love you' to Jackie for the only time, are we supposed to believe this was the first time? In case it's this way, you think is in character of him saying it for the first time during that tense time? (and if you thinks is ooc, how do you think the first time saying ILY to her should have gone or when it was for you?). Thanks!

Hi! Sorry for taking so long to get to your Q. I want to give it a thoughtful answer, finishing the latest batch of Those ‘70s Comics then writing the next batch took most of my T7S free time.

I do think we’re supposed to believe Hyde’s first on-screen, “I love you,” to Jackie is the first time he says it to her.

That being said…

The fact he says it to her after he didn’t trust her, made an assumption based on that distrust, acted impulsively based on that assumption, and betrayed her? I have a big problem with that character-wise. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, I believe an in-character Hyde wouldn’t confront Jackie immediately when he finds her on Donna’s couch with Kelso and would sleep with the nurse as his break-up letter to Jackie. Hyde doesn’t tell Jackie, “I love you,” afterward for her sake. He says it for his own, in a desperate, last-ditch effort to get her to forgive him.

His first on-screen, “I love you,” on the show to Jackie in this context is, ultimately, a selfish and manipulative act. He withholds his declaration of love for so long during “peace time,” and he makes it only once he’s lost her due to betraying her.

I don’t believe he’s conscious of trying to manipulate her. If he’s aware of anything, it’s the desire not to lose her, and – to his mind – his, “I love you,” is a plea for her not to end their relationship.

But he should have shown that he loves her rather than declaring it. He halfway owns his actions in “Nobody’s Fault but Mine” (5x23) but doesn’t go far enough. Before saying, “I love you,” in the same scene he says, “Come on, Jackie. I made a mistake, okay? It was a stupid, one-time thing.” He’s essentially telling her she should forgive him. That he’s entitled to her forgiveness. Why? Because his “mistake” is a “stupid, one-time thing.”

No. Forgiveness must be earned after such a betrayal, and I believe an in-character Hyde would understand this. An in-character Hyde would express his utter remorse that he hurt her, not act from his own hurt. That’s what got him into this situation to begin with.

For me, the conflict that spirals out of Hyde not confronting Jackie directly and immediately in “You Shook Me” (5x22) doesn’t stem organically from his core characterization but is manufactured by the writers to create drama. The writers themselves even acknowledge Hyde’s OOC behavior in the following scene from the episode:

Roy: Have you talked to her?

Hyde: No! Come on, man, I’m done talkin’! I’m just glad I saw them. Now I can be the bigger person and bail before she does.

The writers knew Hyde would have talked to Jackie, and they have him explain why he doesn’t in order to dismiss his OOC behavior. Him wanting to be the “bigger person” by ending the relationship first? Sure, I can buy that. But an in-character Hyde would’ve told Jackie, “We’re done,” and why. Only then would he sleep with someone else. By sleeping with the nurse first, he’s not being the “bigger person”. He’s maliciously trying to hurt her the way he feels hurt.

An in-character Hyde could have confronted Jackie and broken up with her without listening to her side of the story, sleep with the nurse afterward, then learn how false his assumption about Jackie and Kelso was. It’s not something I’d have liked him to do, but I do believe he’s capable of it.

What I don’t believe, however, is that an in-character Hyde would go about the situation as he does on the show. Regardless of how hurt he is, he still has a personal moral code we’ve seen him both practice and preach throughout the series before “You Shook Me”. For instance, he says to Kelso in “Baby Fever” (3x07) about Jackie wrecking Kelso’s van, “You could’ve been a man and forgiven her.” Hyde, too, could’ve stuck to his moral code and still ended his relationship with Jackie impulsively without betraying her in the process.

On the optimistic side, I also believe an in-character Hyde might have listened to Jackie and Kelso’s explanation for their suspicious interaction in “You Shook Me”. He would’ve asked them to prove it, and after Fez confesses to his erotic dream about Kelso, Hyde would finally realize his mistrust of Jackie has gotten out of control. He’d start owing it rather than making her responsible for his emotional wounds (e.g., by ordering Jackie not to hang out with Kelso alone). 

His first, “I love you,” to her, then, might come out during a serious discussion between them.

Jackie: Why do you think I’d betray you like that with Michael? Why don’t you trust that you’re the one I’m love with?

Hyde: Because, man, I … [He looks away and scratches the nape of his neck.] Look, the people I love – they tend to split on me, all right? My dad did it twice. My mom did it. Leo’s freakin’ gone, too. Why the hell wouldn’t I think you’d be next?

Jackie [realizing the implications of his statement]: You love me?

Hyde: I didn’t say that.

Jackie [amazed]: You love me.

Hyde: Jackie, can you focus? I’m tryin’ to explain this crap to you–

Jackie: You’ve already explained it, Steven – no. I explained it, way back when we had our first date.

Hyde [confused]: Huh?

Jackie: My Veteran’s Day miracle, remember? On my Lincoln, at Inspiration Point, I told you I understood you. I said you had to be wondering, “How can I open up to her when everyone I have ever loved has abandoned me?  Am I even worthy of love?“ And then I told you that you are. [Beat.] It’s still true. You are.

Hyde [uncomfortable]: Not so sure about that…

Jackie: Why? Because you almost made the biggest mistake of your life? But you didn’t. You gave me a chance to explain when you found me and Michael at Donna’s. Instead of running off and doing something we’d both regret, you waited until you got the facts.

Hyde swallows and takes off his shades. He rubs his eyes and clears his throat.

Hyde [almost inaudible]: Yeah … I love you.

Jackie [slightly teasing]: What was that?

Hyde: I love you, Jackie, okay? Don’t make me say it again.

Jackie loops her arms around the back of his neck.

Jackie [happy but somewhat annoyed]: Oh, you’ll be saying it again. Many, many times. It’s out now. You can’t keep it inside anymore.

Hyde: Wanna bet?

Jackie kisses him, one of the most passionate kisses they’ve ever shared.

Jackie: Do you believe I love you?

Hyde: Yup.

Jackie: Then you can trust that I’m not going to abandon you. All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved back … by someone who won’t betray me like Michael or leave me like my own parents. I would never “split” on the man I love more than anything – even for diamonds. I accepted a cheeseburger wrapped in tinfoil from you!

Hyde shuts his eyes. He gets that Jackie’s been as hurt and as abandoned as he has by the people she loves. He doesn’t want to admit he loves her again. It was hard enough the first three times.

Hyde: This ain’t easy for me. I’m this close to freakin’ puking.

Jackie [sarcastic]: How romantic.

Hyde: ‘Cause saying it’s made it real–

Jackie: No, feeling it makes it real. And saying it to me isn’t going to change how I feel about you. I told you that already on Valentine’s day.

Hyde [seeing her POV]: The way I feel about you … I’ve never felt about a girl before. Usually I can’t wait for a chick to bail on me. The quicker the better. But you, I want you around.

Jackie [touched]: Aw, Puddin’ Pop…

Hyde: And callin’ me Puddin’ Pop.

Jackie beams with happiness.

Hyde: And I’m startin’ to believe you wanna stick around.

Jackie: I do. I will.

Hyde: Then I guess you’ll be hearin’ me say, “I love you.” ‘The longer you’re with me, the more of a chance that kind of thing’ll slip out. It’s all about odds, man. Like rolling dice. Playin’ craps. Your number’s gotta come up some time.

Jackie [grinning]: Then I’ve got great odds because I’m never leaving you.

Hyde blows out a breath, as if her statement unnerves him, but secretly he’s relieved and happy to hear it.

Thank you for your question!