A/N: Not requested, but an idea that hit me.
In which the reader tries to have a surprise birthday party for Jeff Hardy
Pairing: Jeff Hardy x reader
Word Count: 1,574
Warnings: Fluff and Flour
Your kitchen was a fucking nightmare.
Just a damned nightmare.
Flour, streamers, and 7,000 pieces of confetti and glitter were
covering your floor, which you were sitting on, sobbing.
You had never regretted anything
more in your life than when you had had a conversation with one of your best
friends, Matt Hardy, and had agreed to throw your long-time crush, Jeff Hardy,
a surprise birthday party.
You had been walking into the hotel lobby when Matt had caught
you and pulled you off to the side, proposing the idea.
“Please, (Y/N)? There’s no way I can throw it at our house
without him noticing, and we don’t hang out at anybody’s house other than
yours. Plus, I know how you feel about my little brother, and maybe if he found
out you were behind his surprise birthday party…”
That dick.
Summerslam had just ended, it had been late this year, and
now you (as part of the hair and makeup crew) and all of the WWE roster had two
weeks off before showings of RAW and Smackdown would start back up again.
Living in Cameron, North Carolina, had advantages. One of
those, had been two brand new friends when you moved in, named Matt and Jeff,
and those two friends were partly the reason you had got your job. You had
drawn up tattoo ideas for Jeff, and had designed shirts and merch for Matt when
they came home between tours, and one day, Matt and Jeff had taken your artwork
to the WWE makeup crew supervisor, and seeing your talent and ideas, you’d
basically been hired before the interview even happened.
You loved your job, you had gone to extraordinary places and
met extraordinary people, and it was a beautiful thing. You loved it. But, you
had had a crush on Jeff since the first day him and his brother had knocked on
your door with (a surprisingly delicious) casserole, and he had said in his
southern drawl, “Hey, new Neighbor! We’re the Hardys!”
They weren’t exactly neighbors, the Hardys lived at the
front of the street, and you at the end, but Matt had told you once while drunk
that Jeff had insisted they come meet you because he had thought you were
beautiful. Not that you believed Matt’s drunken rants, of course, but I had
definitely given you butterflies. Regardless of motivation, you were eternally
grateful that the dynamic duo had shown up on your doorstep, and you had formed
the most wonderful friendship you had ever had with the two of them.
So, naturally, you leaped at the
opportunity to throw Jeff’s surprise birthday party at your house, and you
called upon every memory of Jeff you had to make his party perfect.
The first well-intentioned disaster had happened when you,
the worst cook in the world, had tried to bake an Apple Pie.
You remembered Jeff telling you once, that he hated cake. It
was his least favorite food. He told you that when he was little, his nana
would come up from South Carolina every year with an apple pie just for him
while everybody else ate cake. He had had this wonderfully sweet reminiscing
look on his face, and you remembered blushing when he noticed you staring at
him. Why was God so cruel as to make a person so beautiful?
It had started off well, with you following the recipe
exactly, and then everything had gone downhill when you started peeling apples.
You had cut your fingers 23 times, each one in a different spot, until
eventually you were cutting apples with oven mitts to avoid getting blood on
the fruits.
Then, had been the pie crust, which you had torn, and
mended, endlessly. The filling had essentially gone according to plan, and the
crumble topping was perfect.
Then, heat became involved, and while cutting out confetti,
you had gone to the restroom, and came back to a kitchen full of smoke and
screaming smoke alarms.
You had yanked the pie out of the oven, and found that the
bottom of the pie pan had burnt through, and your pie’s bottom was blackened,
but you had cheese grated the blackness off, and had set it in the windowsill
to cool, praying.
Next, was the music. You and Jeff both had an extreme love
of music, it was one of your biggest similarities. When one of you found a new
good song, they immediately sent it to the other, knowing they would enjoy it.
You had hooked up your sound system, and plugged it into
your iPod, which was all going fine and good until one of the speakers
exploded, and you threw it into the yard to avoid more fire while you ran to
get flour (NEVER throw water on an electrical fire), but then the flour bag had
broken, and, not having time to care, you just threw it down the hall and out
the door, following behind it and throwing the flour all over the flaming
speaker, until it was out.
Then had been the attempt to clean the yard.
You had carried the speaker into the garage where it wouldn’t
be noticeable, and gotten the hose, thinking you could just rinse the flower
off your yard.
Wrong.
The flour turned into a pasty substance, which made the
cleaning process of the yard take two extra hours until every trace of
godforsaken flour was out of the grass and the grass was definitely thoroughly
watered.
Then, upon walking back into the kitchen, your jaw dropped
to see the entire bucket you had filled with confetti and glitter was knocked
onto the floor by your cat, which you knew by the tiny pawprints in the flour.
You looked at the clock.
Two hours.
There was no way you could clean all this up in two hours.
And then came the tears.
You dropped to the floor, feeling like a failure. All you
had wanted to do was make your crush have a wonderful birthday, but you had
officially and irreversibly fucked it up.
You sighed, standing, knowing how badly Matt would be
disappointed, and went to find your phone.
However, when you clicked the home button, you had two
messages, one from each Hardy.
“Super excited for movie night tonight, I’m voting for
scary!”- Jeff
You smiled at his enthusiasm, but cringed, remembering how
fucked up your house was at the moment.
“Jeff’s super excited, I can’t wait to see his face tonight.”
– Matt
Well, that idea went out the window.
She sighed, knowing she couldn’t let them down.
She grabbed a broom, and headed to the kitchen.
Jeff probably wouldn’t have
liked confetti anyway.
Two hours later, Matt and Jeff Hardy were walking up the
front steps of (Y/N)’s house, walking in without knocking, as they always did.
When (Y/N) popped out from the living room, they both
screamed, but not from surprise.
She looked like a wreck, with flour covering most of her
body, the ends of a bit of her hair were blackened, and she had tear tracks in
her mascara.
Altogether, as she beamed at them, she looked terrifying.
“Surprise! Happy Birthday, Jeffy!” She squealed, walking
towards him, but when he subconsciously took a step back, she stopped. She
looked confused, and then sad, and then she seemed to remember…
“Oh my GOD I DIDN’T CHANGE MY CLOTHES!” She screeched,
turning on her heel and running upstairs, leaving the boys to peek into the
kitchen, where Balloons and streamers were everywhere, along with a large stack
of badly wrapped presents on the table, next to-
“Oh my God, Matty, Apple Pie!” Jeff gushed, nearly running
into the kitchen with glee.
Matt chuckled, “She really outdid herself, man, her house is
spotless.”
“You knew about this?” Jeff asked, looking at his big
brother, who grinned.
“Of course I did.” He left out that it had been his idea, You’re welcome, (Y/N) he thought to
himself.
(Y/N) rushed into the kitchen, in clean clothes and a big
smile, and nearly tackled the brothers in a hug.
“Do you like everything?” She asked anxiously, and Jeff
grinned, hugging her again, and Matty could see her blushing over his baby
brother’s shoulder.
“Why’d you do all this for me, honey? I thought we were just
having a movie night?”
“Well duh, because I love you!” She exclaimed, before realizing
what she had said, gasping and clapping her hands over her mouth, Matt stared
at her, jaw wide open.
For a minute, they all stood in awkward silence.
“O-Oh my God Jeff I’m so sorry I did-didn’t mean to say that
today just has me so frazzled and I am so sorry and-“
But Jeff cut her off, starting to laugh, and she blushed and
looked at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes, and then Jeff abruptly
stopped laughing.
Matt slipped from the room to pick a movie, while Jeff put
his hands on her face, and tilted it towards him.
He was grinning, “Baby,” he twanged, “I was gonna tell you
the same thing tonight.”
Her eyes widened, taking in what he had said before jumping
and grabbing his neck, yanking him down for a kiss that both of them were smiling
into.
When he pulled back, he wrapped his arms around her,
chuckling, “I got my wish.”
“You’re such a cheeseball.”
“I’m your cheeseball now, baby.”
