Gift Swap [WWE; The Hardy Boyz]
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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Gift Swap
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: slightly suggestive, Jeff Hardy/OFC
Prompt/Fill: "Valentine Prompts...#2 Jeff Hardy pretty please ♥️" from luna-obscura
Word Count: 321
Summary: Jeff plans out some presents for Valentine's Day... and gets an unexpected result.
Note: This goofy scenario grabbed my head and wouldn’t let go.
Gift Swap
Jeff Hardy patted at his freshly cleaned earlobes with a clean hand towel. Loud knocking sounded throughout the house, and Jeff frowned at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was pretty sure that the rest of the family still at the compound had plans for Valentine’s Day, and they knew for a fact that he did.
“Babe?” Jeff called out, “you gonna get that?”
No response. The knocking picked up again, at a more insistent tempo.
Jeff sighed.
Well, if his luck was still holding out, she’d found the present he’d bought for her and was busy trying it on. That silky little number wasn’t really appropriate for answering the door. So he tossed the towel to the counter and clattered his way down the main stairs to the front door.
“What do you want?” Jeff demanded as he pulled open the door, already bound and determined to be angry at the interruption.
Matt was standing there on Jeff’s front steps with a small cardboard box held in both hands, and that slightly manic little smile that had become very common on his face over the past few years. "There may have been a bit of a mix up."
"... What did you do?" Jeff asked suspiciously.
Matt tried – very poorly – to cover up his laughter with a cough. "Ahem. Well, I mean… I’m flattered and all, but…” Matt tugged a flap of the cardboard box up and reached in with thumb and forefinger. Jeff was horrified to realize that his older brother was holding up the black silk micro g-string. Matt finished, “...it’s really not in my size.”
“I fucking got you and Reby a goddamn box of chocolates!” Jeff shouted.
“They were really good, too,” a familiar feminine voice spoke up behind him. “I liked them a lot better than that little scrap.”
Matt was practically doubled over cackling when Jeff slammed the door in his face.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: slightly suggestive, Jeff Hardy/OFC
Prompt/Fill: "Valentine Prompts...#2 Jeff Hardy pretty please ♥️" from luna-obscura
Word Count: 321
Summary: Jeff plans out some presents for Valentine's Day... and gets an unexpected result.
Note: This goofy scenario grabbed my head and wouldn’t let go.
Gift Swap
Jeff Hardy patted at his freshly cleaned earlobes with a clean hand towel. Loud knocking sounded throughout the house, and Jeff frowned at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was pretty sure that the rest of the family still at the compound had plans for Valentine’s Day, and they knew for a fact that he did.
“Babe?” Jeff called out, “you gonna get that?”
No response. The knocking picked up again, at a more insistent tempo.
Jeff sighed.
Well, if his luck was still holding out, she’d found the present he’d bought for her and was busy trying it on. That silky little number wasn’t really appropriate for answering the door. So he tossed the towel to the counter and clattered his way down the main stairs to the front door.
“What do you want?” Jeff demanded as he pulled open the door, already bound and determined to be angry at the interruption.
Matt was standing there on Jeff’s front steps with a small cardboard box held in both hands, and that slightly manic little smile that had become very common on his face over the past few years. "There may have been a bit of a mix up."
"... What did you do?" Jeff asked suspiciously.
Matt tried – very poorly – to cover up his laughter with a cough. "Ahem. Well, I mean… I’m flattered and all, but…” Matt tugged a flap of the cardboard box up and reached in with thumb and forefinger. Jeff was horrified to realize that his older brother was holding up the black silk micro g-string. Matt finished, “...it’s really not in my size.”
“I fucking got you and Reby a goddamn box of chocolates!” Jeff shouted.
“They were really good, too,” a familiar feminine voice spoke up behind him. “I liked them a lot better than that little scrap.”
Matt was practically doubled over cackling when Jeff slammed the door in his face.
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