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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Celebration

The crowd roared with excitement as YN YLN stepped into the ring, ready to defend her title against Mickey James. The tension in the arena was palpable, and the energy was infectious. Among the sea of cheering fans, Jeff Hardy stood by the entrance ramp, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

As the match unfolded, YN showcased her incredible athleticism and determination, going toe-to-toe with Mickey James in an intense battle for the women’s championship. The audience watched in awe as YN executed high-flying maneuvers and strategic holds, determined to prove herself as a worthy champion.

In the front row, Lita and Matt Hardy sat side by side, their eyes glued to the action in the ring. Lita, a trailblazing WWE legend herself, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for YN’s accomplishments. She glanced over at Matt, who nodded in agreement, sharing the sentiment.

Backstage, Jeff paced nervously, his thoughts consumed by YN’s match. He knew the sacrifices and dedication she had poured into her wrestling career. She had trained relentlessly, overcome setbacks, and proven herself time and again. He believed in her, and he wanted nothing more than to see her succeed.

Finally, the moment arrived. YN executed a breathtaking finishing move that left Mickey James sprawled on the mat. The referee’s hand hit the mat three times, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in cheers as YN was declared the victor and the new women’s champion.

With adrenaline still coursing through her veins, YN’s eyes locked onto Jeff’s figure at the entrance ramp. As she climbed out of the ring, the crowd’s cheers served as a symphony of celebration. She reached Jeff, and their eyes met in a mixture of pride, relief, and affection.

“You did it,” Jeff said, his voice a mix of awe and happiness. “You look happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

YN’s smile was radiant as she embraced him. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. “Your support means everything to me.”

Lita and Matt joined them, sharing in the joyous moment. The four of them stood together, a united front of friends and loved ones, celebrating YN’s hard-fought victory. The journey had been marked by challenges, but the triumph was all the sweeter because of it.

As the confetti rained down in celebration and the crowd’s cheers continued to echo, YN knew that this was a milestone in her career she would cherish forever. And in Jeff’s embrace, she found a sense of fulfillment and happiness that words couldn’t adequately express.

After the exhilarating victory and the roar of the crowd had subsided, YN, Jeff, Lita, and Matt headed backstage, their spirits high and the excitement still palpable. They found themselves in a private area, away from the bustling chaos of the event. YN’s championship belt was slung over her shoulder, a constant reminder of her hard-earned triumph.

“Tonight calls for a celebration!” Lita exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “How about we find a great place to go out and have some fun?”

YN’s grin widened, and she looked at Jeff, feeling his hand gently squeeze hers. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.

Matt chimed in, his characteristic grin present. “I know a fantastic spot nearby with good food and an awesome atmosphere. What do you think?”

As they made their way to the restaurant, the group laughed and reminisced about the journey that had led them to this moment. Jeff and Matt shared stories of their wrestling adventures, while Lita recounted some of her own experiences in the ring. YN listened with rapt attention, feeling grateful to be surrounded by friends who understood the unique challenges and triumphs of the wrestling world.

At the restaurant, they were greeted warmly by the staff and shown to a reserved table. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and the group settled in, ready to enjoy a well-deserved meal.

As they savored their food and shared more stories, Jeff leaned in close to YN, his eyes reflecting his admiration. “You were incredible out there,” he whispered. “Seeing you in that ring, giving it your all, it made me so proud.”

YN blushed, her heart skipping a beat. “Thank you, Jeff. Your support means everything to me. I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the noise of the restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own world of connection and shared dreams.

Lita, always the perceptive one, nudged Matt with a knowing smile. “Looks like we’re in the presence of a power couple,” she whispered, earning a chuckle from Matt.

After their meal, they headed back to their hotel, the night still young and full of possibilities. Back in their room, YN and Jeff shared a quiet moment on the balcony, gazing out at the city lights.

“You know,” Jeff began, his voice soft, “when I first saw you in the ring, there was something different about you. Your determination, your spirit—it’s infectious.”

YN leaned against the railing, her heart swelling with emotion. “And you, Jeff, you’re my rock. Your unwavering belief in me gives me the strength to keep pushing forward.”

As they stood side by side, the cityscape before them seemed to shimmer with the promise of new beginnings. The night was a testament to their shared journey, the challenges they’d overcome, and the happiness they’d found in each other’s company.

As Jeff and YN returned to their hotel room, a lingering sense of excitement and closeness enveloped them. The air seemed charged with a newfound energy, a blend of their shared accomplishments and the electrifying atmosphere of the evening. YN’s heart raced as Jeff closed the door behind them, his eyes locked onto hers.

Jeff took a step closer, his fingers gently tracing the curve of YN’s jawline. “You looked so breathtaking out there,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

YN’s breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re the reason I had the strength to give it my all,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

In that moment, any remaining distance between them evaporated, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. The taste of victory and desire mingled as their kiss deepened, a testament to their shared passion and connection.

As their lips parted, Jeff’s gaze burned with intensity, his fingers deftly undoing the straps of YN’s championship belt. The belt fell to the floor with a soft thud, a symbolic shedding of the weight she had carried throughout the match.

YN’s fingers moved to the buttons of Jeff’s shirt, her movements eager yet deliberate. With each button that came undone, their desire intensified, a flame that had been ignited by the adrenaline of the evening’s events.

Their clothes fell away one by one, each piece an offering of vulnerability and trust. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them a reflection of their unspoken desires. The room was filled with the sound of their whispers, their breaths coming in sync as they explored each other with a newfound urgency.

Amidst the intensity, there were moments of tenderness—soft touches, lingering kisses, and whispered words of affirmation. The culmination of their journey, both individually and as a couple, had led them to this moment of raw connection.

As the night unfolded, their bodies danced in a rhythm only they could understand. Time seemed to blur, and their shared pleasure became a symphony of sighs and gasps, a testament to their intimacy and the bond they had cultivated.

In the aftermath, as they lay entwined, their breathing gradually slowed, and a sense of contentment settled over them. Jeff’s fingers traced patterns along YN’s skin, and she nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You know,” Jeff whispered, his voice a gentle murmur, “tonight wasn’t just about the match. It was about us—our journey together.”

YN looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection. “You’re right. Every moment, every challenge, has led us here.”

As they drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room was filled with a sense of completion. Their love, their shared victories, and their unbreakable bond had brought them to this place of intimacy and connection. And as they rested, they knew that the journey was far from over, but they were ready to face whatever came their way, united in their love and the strength they found in each other.

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theworldofotps · 18 days

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Man Crush (Drabble)

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x OC Melissa Word Count: 874 Prompt: 'But friends don't look at each other like we do, if i kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop'

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“It’s been three weeks Melissa, you’re either going to need to confess to Jeff that you like him or figure out something. You can’t keep avoiding him you two are so close and it’s bothering him knowing what’s wrong.”

Melissa sighed as she looked at Jeff’s older brother Matt, she did not know who else to turn to when her dreams about one of her best friends had started getting erotic. Sure, she knew that she had a crush on Jeff she had for years how could she not. But she didn’t know how to deal with the man when her mind tortured her at night with dreams of him caressing her flesh, watching his eyes as he dipped his head down to sample her wetness with his tongue.

After that first dream, she had a hard time looking him in the face, when the dreams wouldn’t stop she started avoiding him, afraid she’d reveal her secret. The only reason she told his brother was because she was desperate and needed some advice.

“I just worry it’s going to make him uncomfortable and that last thing I want is to do that to him. Part of me believes he may be flattered, but friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”

“Honestly, I can’t promise his reaction I don’t know how he’ll behave but regardless I’ll be here to help you and I truly believe it’s not going to harm your friendship if he doesn’t like it. You’ll always have us and I agree you two do look at each other different.”

“Thanks Matt, well I guess I better go find him.”

“Good luck kiddo.”

Waving, Melissa continued her way down the hall in search of Jeff while doing her best to try and keep herself together. It had been so hard avoiding him for three weeks and it was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep him from just cornering her at work.

“Hey Kenny, have you seen Jeff anywhere?”

She asked rubbing her hands together nervously as she looked at her friend who was on his phone. Kenny looked up smiling at her and nodded, motioning towards the left down the long corridore.

‘Locker room.’

He mouthed, giving him a quiet thanks she went towards the men’s locker room and pulled her phone out; sending Jeff a text to let him know she was here looking for him. After a few minutes the door opened, and Jeff smiled seeing her.

“Hey, give me a minute to get my stuff then we can walk, and talk do you have a ride?”

“Yeah, I got a ride with one of the girls but it’s fine.”

Nodding Jeff gathered his things and the two of them began making their way through the halls waving to coworkers or friends. The silence stretched between them neither knowing how to exactly start until Jeff did.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“What?”

Melissa looked over at him before quickly shaking her head pushing a door open.

“No, you didn’t do anything I’m sorry for avoiding you lately I’m going to explain why I just it’s not as easy as I would hope for.”

Jeff nodded relieved to know he hadn’t upset or offended her in some way. He stayed quiet to let her gather her thoughts.

“You let your gray grow out?”

Melissa wondered aloud looking over at him Jeff smiled at her change of subject touching his face and hair he glanced at her.

“I did, do you like it?”

“I really like it honestly you suit gray pretty well.”

“Thank you.”

The two continued to walk in silence for a bit longer as Melissa decided it was just best to get it over with now.

“So the reason I’ve been avoiding you is I’ve been dreaming about you and I got confused.”

“That’s it? I dream about you too darling it’s not weird we dream about friends all the time it’s actually pretty normal.”

“No these are different my dreams have been well.”

Swallowing, she felt her cheeks heating up while her eyes darted to the floor suddenly interested in the concrete. She couldn’t believe she was going to just spit this out right here where anyone could possibly hear.

“They’re what?”

“On the more erotic side.”

“Oh? Erotic, OH.”

He exclaimed after a moment and stopped walking grabbing her arm to pull her to a stop and lifted her chin with his finger to get her gaze to meet his.

“You like me, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s pretty obvious after what I just told you.”

“That’s no reason to avoid me we could have made those dreams a reality; you know sometimes I listen to you talking I just want to lean over and kiss you.”

Melissa could feel her heart pounding in her chest listening to his confession, she decided to be brave once more.

“Why don’t you kiss me now?”

“If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” “What if I don’t want you too.”

Jeff smiles cupping her cheeks gently lowering his lips to her in a kiss sweeter than either could have ever hoped for.

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bbygirlky18 · 8 months

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Can I have Jeff Hardy x Fem reader with the prompt "You deserve better than what you’ve got." Plss

You Deserve Better! Jeff Hardy

Jeff Hardy x y/n

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 223

A/N: Hi everyone!! This was sent in by @micheleamidalajedi. Let's get into it.

Y/n is your name.

@micheleamidalajedi hope you like it.

Jeff Hardy had been friends with Y/N since they were kids. Growing up they were inseparable. But as they got older, Y/N found herself pulled away from Jeff as he pursued his dreams of becoming a professional wrestler, while she devoted her time to her studies.

One night, after a long hard day, Jeff stopped by Y/N's place. To his surprise he found her crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she had tears in her eyes and told him that she felt like she deserved better than what she had.

Jeff was so taken aback, that he didn't know what to say. He knew that Y/N was an amazing person. She worked hard, had a ton of ambition, and was always so positive. But here she was, telling him that she felt she wasn't worth anything.

Jeff pulled Y/N into a hug and told her she deserved so much more than what she had. He reminded her that if she kept following her dreams, she could reach for the stars. He reminded her how brave and how strong she was. And how she should never give up on her dreams.

Just like that night, Jeff has been there for Y/N ever since, reminding her that she's worth so much more than she could ever imagine.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

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dirtywrestling · 3 days

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Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Pairing: Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader

Summary: You gets a new neighbor who is bit of an asshole.

Warnings: None really, fluff, mention of death, foul language, Jeff lowkey being a dick.

Word Count: 2,675

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Living alone and being young had its perks; You could leave whenever you pleased, arrive home no matter what hour of the day it was, your money went towards your bills, food, and things for your cat, Snuffles.

No parents nagging in your ear about curfew or other problems you didn’t care about. You weren’t a trouble maker: Straight A’s, great attendance, a goody two shoes, but you were tired of living under your parents rules and high expectations.

Once you graduate you went full time at your job and searched for a cheap but nice apartment. Luckily, the one bedroom and one bathroom apartment was in your price range. While meeting up with the landlord to look at the apartment, you took it in a heartbeat.

While living in the small apartment, you decided to get some company. You went to the local animal shelter and asked about adopting a pet. Krystal, the one in charge of the shelter, talked about a stray they’ve had for some time now. “We don’t know how he’ll react to being an indoor cat but we’re going to be forced to euthanize him if he isn’t adopted soon.” She said as the two of you walked into the cat room. Your eyes were immediately drawn to some beautiful orange fur. Attached to the fur were some big green eyes that looked like emerald jewels. Your heart became so warm that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. “His name is Snuffles.”

After quickly filling out an adoption application, the shelter contacted you the very next day to bring Snuffles home. Ending the phone call, you quickly grabbed your keys and headed out the door to bring Snuffles home.

You tried to maintain yourself, not wanting to scare the little guy. You placed his cage in the middle of the living room, opened it and walked away, letting him explore on his own.

That was nearly a year ago. Snuffles got used to his new environment quicker than you expected. He realized he had a home instead of being cooped up in a small cage and only getting fed once a day. Snuffles quickly became attached to you and he loved to play with you and his toys.

The neighbors in the apartment complex were nice as well. You visited a single mother that lived below you often. She gave you a plate full of cookies and left overs. Her 5 year old son was cute too, he loved Snuffles. Snuffles paid no mind to the toddler grabbing his tail or tugging at his fur. The old cat understood the child’s intentions.

There was an elderly couple, The Johnson’s, across the hall from you. They were talking about leaving for a retirement home, which made you upset, but glad that they’d be in a home supervised and they wouldn’t get hurt in their apartment.

Walking up the first flight of stairs, you frowned as EMT’s rushed past you, heading down stairs. Quickly jogging up to your floor, you saw a police officer by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s apartment. “What’s going on?” You asked, approaching the officer.

“Do you know these people?” His voice was gruff with a stone cold look on his face.

“Well, they’re my neighbors. I’ve known them for almost two years now. What happened?” You asked again, getting worried. Your eyes darted to his name tag. D. Knicks. “Please, Officer Knicks.”

Officer Knicks sighed, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his thin dark hair. “Mr. Johnson,” He started, “he suffered a heart attack.” He placed the blue and black hat upon his head again. “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it.“

"And Mrs. Johnson, what of her?” You tried to get a look at the Johnson’s apartment, only to see an EMT zipping up a black body bag. Your face instantly becomes white at the sight.

“She’s with her daughter. Mrs. Johnson is going to live with her for a while."

You nodded your head in sorrow. "At least she’s okay.” You maneuvered your way past the tall officer, unlocking your apartment, you walked in and were greeted by Snuffles. “Oh Snuffles, Mr. Johnson passed away.” You bent down and patted his head.

“Meow.” He rubbed his body against your leg as if he was trying to say ‘Don’t worry, everything will be okay.‘

“You’re right Snuffles, Mrs. Johnson is with her daughter, she’ll be alright.” You tried to reassure yourself.

Fixing up dinner later that night, You heard a knock at the door. “Coming.” You walked towards the front door, looking through the peephole to see your friend from downstairs, Lexi and her son, Dawson.

Unlocking both locks, you swung the door open. “Y/N!” Lexi wrapped her arms around you. "I heard what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.” She released the hug and walked in, Dawson was already in the apartment looking for Snuffles. You sat down on the sofa and Lexi joined you.

“They were just about to go to a retirement home together.” You explained to her in a sad voice. You don’t want to think too much about it, dying alone must be terrible. It encourages you to go out and start dating, to search for your soul mate. But only being in your early twenties, you brush off the whole dating idea and remind yourself that you’re still young.

“Sad. Did you hear about their apartment?"

"No?” You arched my eyebrow.

“Well, Mrs. Johnson has to get her things out before the end of the week because someone is going to be moving in.”

Your eyes widen. “How morbid!” You nearly shouted, the poor woman lost her husband and now the landlord isn’t giving her any time to move out. “Her husband just passed away.” You frowned.

“At least she has her daughter. I’m sure they’ll figure something out.” Lexi patted your knee in comfort.

“Yeah, I guess so. No matter who moves in across from me, they’ll never be as nice as The Johnson’s."

"Y/N, calm down. I’m sure whoever moves next door will be nice.” Lexi explained. She stood up from her place and picked up Dawson who whined slightly. “Well, it’s getting late. Somebody has school in the morning and if they don’t get enough sleep, they will be cranky.” Lexi groaned out. “Don’t have kids.” She whispered with a teasing wink.

You scrunch your nose. “No thanks, I’ll stick with my cat."

"You’ll have kids, Y/N. You just wait.” Lexi headed towards the door, exiting herself out.

“No, thank you.” You mumbled to yourself.

The week went on and by the end of it you were exhausted. You ran to the grocery store to buy cat food, food for yourself, and other things that you ran out of. You were almost late for your shifts down at the cafe which made some coworkers upset. Some of your bills were almost overdue but, luckily, you paid them off right at the last second.

Christmas was coming up and you had no idea what to get your friend Lexi or your family members. The Holidays were drawing near.

Stomping up the steps with your arms full of shopping bags, you tried your best trying to see where you were walking. You heard a door slam shut, you grew worried that someone was in your apartment. “Ooph!” You stumbled backwards, it was like you just walked right into a brick wall.

“Watch where you’re going.” A male voice snarled.

You made a sour face. “Well, I would if I could.” You snapped back at the man. “But obviously my hands are a bit full."

"Ever heard of a second trip?” He retorted back.

You turned your body to the side to see who you were dealing with. A young male that was nearly the same age as you or a bit older stood in your way. He wore a fishnet shirt that exposed his muscles and nipples, his hair was dyed different colors and shoulder length. His pants were black and ripped with a couple of chains hanging off of them. You scoffed. “Nice, did the circus come to town?” You snorted.

“No, I’m a professional wrestler.” He gloated, puffing his chest out as if you were supposed to worship him. “Jeff Hardy is the name.” He smirked, as if I should know who he was.

“Right, whatever Jeffy.” You pushed past him and to your apartment.

“Don’t tell me you’re my neighbor, goody two shoes.” Jeff groaned.

Your blood boiled, this guy was your new neighbor?! You’d rather take back the Johnson’s. “You got a problem with it, then move.” You snapped, fishing your keys out of your pockets.

Jeff smirked, watching you struggle and trying to juggle the grocery bags in your hands trying to get your keys. He could offer to help but he liked to see you suffer already.

“You could help instead of staring at me.” You stopped trying to fetch your keys.

“Yeah, I could.” You heard Jeff chuckle. “Have a good one neighbor.” Jeff started to walk down the steps.

Your arms grew weak, the bags fell to the floor. Foods and gifts poured out of the ripped brown baggies. Groaning you glared down the steps to see that Jeff was already off of this floor and to the next. Ripping your house keys out of your pants you opened up the door to your small apartment.

You hated your new neighbor, Jeff Hardy. He was obnoxious, loud and apparently, he had lots of friends because he threw parties almost every damn night. You called the cops but since you were the only one who complained. They told you to take it up to your landlord. You grit your teeth and do what they suggested. Taking it to your landlord, he just shrugged his shoulders and explained that Jeff was a paying tenant.

You couldn’t catch a break. You were losing sleep, getting headaches on the regular. You confronted Jeff about the loud noises, he promised to keep it down but he was just louder the next night, you didn’t think that was possible.

“Dude, you look terrible.” Lexi said, smirking as she sipped her soda.

“Don’t remind me.” You grumbled, drinking your beverage.

Dawson chased Snuffles around the apartment, the cat meowed while the toddler giggled away. “Can you seriously not hear anything from underneath him?” You asked, eyes droopy. You thought you were gonna fall asleep in the middle of a sentence.

“Not a thing.” She chuckled into her cup. “You should take a vacation, get out of town for a while.”

“I guess that sounds fun.” You murmured. Your attention went to Snuffles running underneath the coffee table. “But who would take care of Snuffles?” You looked over at Lexi, wondering if she’d do it.

“Nuh- Huh, I have a child to take care of. That’s already a handful. I have a friend, a guy friend.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I can hook you two up when you get back. His name is Randy."

You bit your lip, looking down at the hard wooden floor. You heard stories about Randy, you were scared he’d hurt Snuffles or throw a party in your apartment. Sighing out you scratched the back of your head. "I don’t know.” You sounded reluctant to have this man come to your apartment.

“I say yes, you’re going out of town for the weekend.” Lexi already had her phone pulled out, texting away to Randy.

It looked like you didn’t have a choice. “I do have the weekend off..” You trailed off into thought. What’s the worst that could happen?

The weekend felt more like a week. You visited your parents a few towns over and all you did was text Randy. Not in a flirtatious way but questions about Snuffles. How was he? Was he eating? Can you send pictures? You knew you were annoying the man but you didn’t care nor did you have any interest in dating him.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, you faced your door. About to place the key into the socket, you stopped and listened. It was quiet. That was new. You turned your head behind you, looking at your neighbors, Jeff Hardy’s door. There wasn’t a peep coming from behind the wood. Raising your eyebrows, you grew curious but that left your mind as quick as it came.

Twisting the key you pushed open the front door. “Hey Randy.” You greeted the man who was sprawled out on your leather sofa. You placed your bags in your room and looked around your apartment, there was no sign of Snuffles. You looked at his cat bowls, both the water and food were empty.

His litter box was scooped clean and toys not even touched. Rushing back into the living room Randy still was in the same position. “Where the hell is Snuffles?”

“Who?” He asked groggily.

“My Cat!” You shouted, the man flinched, getting up and stretching.

“About that, he escaped."

Your heart sank. "Escaped?” You whispered, almost in tears.

“Yeah, bolted right out of the apartment the day you left.” Randy stalked towards you.

“That’s why you never messaged me back.” You looked up at the olive skinned man with the green eyes.

“So, should I get my reward now or later?” He licked his lips, eyes shined with want.

You didn’t believe what he said. You raised your hand, slapping his face as hard as you could. Randy stumbled back, shocked. “What the fuck!?” He shouted.

You approached Randy, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him towards the door. “Get out!” You screamed. You kicked your foot at him, hitting his ass.

“I’m leaving!” He hollered, Randy fell onto all fours when you kicked his ass “Crazy bitch!” Randy stumbled to get onto his feet and rushed to the stairs.

Slamming your door shut, you covered your face, crying. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You blame yourself for not getting Snuffles microchipped just in case something like this would happen.

Three loud knocks came from the door. “I swear Randy, if that’s you."

"It’s not, it’s me.” A voice with southern drawl said through the door.

The door seemed like miles away, grabbing the handle you swung it open, the hinges creaked. “What do you-”

“This belong to you?” Jeff teased, holding out a big orange tabby cat.

“Meow.” Snuffles purred.

“Snuffles!” I exclaimed, grabbing him out of Jeff’s arms. “What- How did you?” You looked at Jeff with sparkling eyes.

“Well, that boyfriend of yours threw him out. I guess Snuffles here kept bothering him, then scratched him and Randy kicked him out of your apartment. Snuffles kept meowing, wanting back in but that douche wasn’t going to let him in so I scooped him up and let him stay here for the weekend.” Jeff smiled.

“What about food or cat litter?"

"I got a small bag of food and a litter box with some litter.” Jeff petted Snuffles head.

“Wh- Why?” You asked, “Why would you do it?"

Jeff looked down, his eyes shining in the light. "Well, to be honest I know I was a big dick when we first met.” He sighed. “I just wanted to make it up to you."

"By saving my cat.” You smiled.

“What, you want me to bake you a fruitcake?"

"Tis’ the season.” You teased.

Jeff rolled his eyes letting out a low chuckle. “If you say so."

Snuffles jumped out of your arms and rushed over to the toys, pawing at them.

"Well, I have pizza rolls in my freezer. It’s not a perfect dinner but I’d love to make you dinner sometime?"

Jeff let out a hearty laugh. "Pizza rolls sound amazing right now.” He smiled down at you. “You got netflix?"

"Of course I do."

Jeff walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"So, you say you’re a wrestler. Care to show me some moves?” You giggled.

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader

Summary: Reader gets a new neighbor who is bit of an asshole.

Warnings: None really, fluff, mention of death, foul language, Jeff lowkey being a dick.

Word Count: 2,675

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No parents nagging in your ear about curfew or other problems you didn't care about. You weren't a trouble maker: Straight A's, great attendance, a goody two shoes, but you were tired of living under your parents rules and high expectations.

You tried to maintain yourself, not wanting to scare the little guy. You placed his cage in the middle of the living room, opened it and walked away, letting him explore on his own.

There was an elderly couple, The Johnson’s, across the hall from you. They were talking about leaving for a retirement home, which made you upset, but glad that they'd be in a home supervised and they wouldn't get hurt in their apartment.

Walking up the first flight of stairs, you frowned as EMT's rushed past you, heading down stairs. Quickly jogging up to your floor, you saw a police officer by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s apartment. "What's going on?" You asked, approaching the officer.

"Do you know these people?" His voice was gruff with a stone cold look on his face.

"Well, they're my neighbors. I've known them for almost two years now. What happened?" You asked again, getting worried. Your eyes darted to his name tag. D. Knicks. "Please, Officer Knicks."

Officer Knicks sighed, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his thin dark hair. "Mr. Johnson," He started, "he suffered a heart attack." He placed the blue and black hat upon his head again. "I'm sorry, he didn't make it."

"And Mrs. Johnson, what of her?" You tried to get a look at the Johnson's apartment, only to see an EMT zipping up a black body bag. Your face instantly becomes white at the sight.

"She's with her daughter. Mrs. Johnson is going to live with her for a while."

You nodded your head in sorrow. "At least she's okay." You maneuvered your way past the tall officer, unlocking your apartment, you walked in and were greeted by Snuffles. "Oh Snuffles, Mr. Johnson passed away." You bent down and patted his head.

"Meow." He rubbed his body against your leg as if he was trying to say 'Don't worry, everything will be okay.'

"You're right Snuffles, Mrs. Johnson is with her daughter, she'll be alright." You tried to reassure yourself.

Fixing up dinner later that night, You heard a knock at the door. "Coming." You walked towards the front door, looking through the peephole to see your friend from downstairs, Lexi and her son, Dawson.

Unlocking both locks, you swung the door open. "Y/N!” Lexi wrapped her arms around you. "I heard what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson." She released the hug and walked in, Dawson was already in the apartment looking for Snuffles. You sat down on the sofa and Lexi joined you.

"They were just about to go to a retirement home together." You explained to her in a sad voice. You don't want to think too much about it, dying alone must be terrible. It encourages you to go out and start dating, to search for your soul mate. But only being in your early twenties, you brush off the whole dating idea and remind yourself that you're still young.

"Sad. Did you hear about their apartment?"

"No?" You arched my eyebrow.

"Well, Mrs. Johnson has to get her things out before the end of the week because someone is going to be moving in."

Your eyes widen. "How morbid!" You nearly shouted, the poor woman lost her husband and now the landlord isn't giving her any time to move out. "Her husband just passed away." You frowned.

"At least she has her daughter. I'm sure they'll figure something out." Lexi patted your knee in comfort.

"Yeah, I guess so. No matter who moves in across from me, they'll never be as nice as The Johnson's."

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sure whoever moves next door will be nice." Lexi explained. She stood up from her place and picked up Dawson who whined slightly. "Well, it's getting late. Somebody has school in the morning and if they don't get enough sleep, they will be cranky." Lexi groaned out. "Don't have kids." She whispered with a teasing wink.

You scrunch your nose. "No thanks, I'll stick with my cat."

"You'll have kids, Y/N. You just wait." Lexi headed towards the door, exiting herself out.

"No, thank you." You mumbled to yourself.

Christmas was coming up and you had no idea what to get your friend Lexi or your family members. The Holidays were drawing near.

Stomping up the steps with your arms full of shopping bags, you tried your best trying to see where you were walking. You heard a door slam shut, you grew worried that someone was in your apartment. "Ooph!" You stumbled backwards, it was like you just walked right into a brick wall.

"Watch where you're going." A male voice snarled.

You made a sour face. "Well, I would if I could." You snapped back at the man. "But obviously my hands are a bit full."

"Ever heard of a second trip?" He retorted back.

"No, I'm a professional wrestler." He gloated, puffing his chest out as if you were supposed to worship him. "Jeff Hardy is the name." He smirked, as if I should know who he was.

"Right, whatever Jeffy." You pushed past him and to your apartment.

"Don't tell me you're my neighbor, goody two shoes." Jeff groaned.

Your blood boiled, this guy was your new neighbor?! You'd rather take back the Johnson's. "You got a problem with it, then move." You snapped, fishing your keys out of your pockets.

Jeff smirked, watching you struggle and trying to juggle the grocery bags in your hands trying to get your keys. He could offer to help but he liked to see you suffer already.

"You could help instead of staring at me." You stopped trying to fetch your keys.

"Yeah, I could." You heard Jeff chuckle. "Have a good one neighbor." Jeff started to walk down the steps.

You couldn't catch a break. You were losing sleep, getting headaches on the regular. You confronted Jeff about the loud noises, he promised to keep it down but he was just louder the next night, you didn't think that was possible.

"Dude, you look terrible." Lexi said, smirking as she sipped her soda.

"Don't remind me." You grumbled, drinking your beverage.

Dawson chased Snuffles around the apartment, the cat meowed while the toddler giggled away. "Can you seriously not hear anything from underneath him?" You asked, eyes droopy. You thought you were gonna fall asleep in the middle of a sentence.

"Not a thing." She chuckled into her cup. "You should take a vacation, get out of town for a while."

"I guess that sounds fun." You murmured. Your attention went to Snuffles running underneath the coffee table. "But who would take care of Snuffles?" You looked over at Lexi, wondering if she'd do it.

"Nuh- Huh, I have a child to take care of. That's already a handful. I have a friend, a guy friend." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe I can hook you two up when you get back. His name is Randy."

You bit your lip, looking down at the hard wooden floor. You heard stories about Randy, you were scared he'd hurt Snuffles or throw a party in your apartment. Sighing out you scratched the back of your head. "I don't know." You sounded reluctant to have this man come to your apartment.

"I say yes, you're going out of town for the weekend." Lexi already had her phone pulled out, texting away to Randy.

It looked like you didn't have a choice. "I do have the weekend off.." You trailed off into thought. What's the worst that could happen?

The weekend felt more like a week. You visited your parents a few towns over and all you did was text Randy. Not in a flirtatious way but questions about Snuffles. How was he? Was he eating? Can you send pictures? You knew you were annoying the man but you didn't care nor did you have any interest in dating him.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, you faced your door. About to place the key into the socket, you stopped and listened. It was quiet. That was new. You turned your head behind you, looking at your neighbors, Jeff Hardy's door. There wasn't a peep coming from behind the wood. Raising your eyebrows, you grew curious but that left your mind as quick as it came.

Twisting the key you pushed open the front door. "Hey Randy." You greeted the man who was sprawled out on your leather sofa. You placed your bags in your room and looked around your apartment, there was no sign of Snuffles. You looked at his cat bowls, both the water and food were empty.

His litter box was scooped clean and toys not even touched. Rushing back into the living room Randy still was in the same position. "Where the hell is Snuffles?"

"Who?" He asked groggily.

"My Cat!" You shouted, the man flinched, getting up and stretching.

"About that, he escaped."

Your heart sank. "Escaped?" You whispered, almost in tears.

"Yeah, bolted right out of the apartment the day you left." Randy stalked towards you.

"That's why you never messaged me back." You looked up at the olive skinned man with the green eyes.

"So, should I get my reward now or later?" He licked his lips, eyes shined with want.

You didn’t believe what he said. You raised your hand, slapping his face as hard as you could. Randy stumbled back, shocked. "What the fuck!?" He shouted.

You approached Randy, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him towards the door. "Get out!" You screamed. You kicked your foot at him, hitting his ass.

"I'm leaving!" He hollered, Randy fell onto all fours when you kicked his ass "Crazy bitch!" Randy stumbled to get onto his feet and rushed to the stairs.

Three loud knocks came from the door. "I swear Randy, if that's you."

"It's not, it's me." A voice with southern drawl said through the door.

The door seemed like miles away, grabbing the handle you swung it open, the hinges creaked. "What do you-"

"This belong to you?" Jeff teased, holding out a big orange tabby cat.

"Meow." Snuffles purred.

"Snuffles!" I exclaimed, grabbing him out of Jeff's arms. "What- How did you?" You looked at Jeff with sparkling eyes.

"Well, that boyfriend of yours threw him out. I guess Snuffles here kept bothering him, then scratched him and Randy kicked him out of your apartment. Snuffles kept meowing, wanting back in but that douche wasn't going to let him in so I scooped him up and let him stay here for the weekend." Jeff smiled.

"What about food or cat litter?"

"I got a small bag of food and a litter box with some litter." Jeff petted Snuffles head.

"Wh- Why?" You asked, "Why would you do it?"

Jeff looked down, his eyes shining in the light. "Well, to be honest I know I was a big dick when we first met." He sighed. "I just wanted to make it up to you."

"By saving my cat." You smiled.

"What, you want me to bake you a fruitcake?"

"Tis' the season." You teased.

Jeff rolled his eyes letting out a low chuckle. "If you say so."

Snuffles jumped out of your arms and rushed over to the toys, pawing at them.

"Well, I have pizza rolls in my freezer. It's not a perfect dinner but I'd love to make you dinner sometime?"

Jeff let out a hearty laugh. "Pizza rolls sound amazing right now." He smiled down at you. "You got netflix?"

"Of course I do."

Jeff walked into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"So, you say you're a wrestler. Care to show me some moves?" You giggled.

#jeff hardy #jeff hardy imagine #wrestling fluff #wrestling blog #wrestling imagines #jeff hardy one shot #jeff hardy fluff #jeff hardy imagines #jeff hardy x reader #wrestling fanfics #wrestling one shot #wrestling fanfiction #wwe #raw #smackdown #young!jeff hardy #jeff hardy fanfic #jeff hardy fanfiction

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south-of-heaven · 23 days

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Can i request a Single Dad Jeff Hardy x daughter reader? I'll let you decide what happens.

Golden || Jeff Hardy x Daughter!Reader

Summary: It's just been you and Jeff since you were a baby. You're his everything.

A/N: Jeff as a girl dad is everything.

From the moment you took your first breath, it's been just you and Jeff against the world. He's more than just your dad; he's your rock, your hero, your everything. Growing up on the road with him has been an adventure unlike any other, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

From the roar of the crowd to the quiet moments backstage, you've experienced it all by his side. Wrestling rings and hotel rooms have become your playground, and the superstars and crew your extended family. Even though you might not have a mother, Jeff has always made sure you never felt lacking in love or care.

He's your protector, always there to wipe away your tears and lift you up when you fall. Whether it's a scraped knee or a broken heart, he's there with a band-aid and a hug, ready to mend whatever hurts. And when the world feels too big and scary, he's there to hold your hand and guide you through.

But it's not just the big moments that make your bond special; it's the little things too. Like late-night drives with the radio blasting, or impromptu wrestling matches in the living room. He's not just your dad; he's your best friend, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by his side.

As you grow older, your bond only strengthens. You share your hopes and dreams with him, and he listens with unwavering support and encouragement. He believes in you more than you could ever believe in yourself, and his faith in you gives you the courage to chase your dreams.

Sure, life on the road isn't always easy. There are long days and lonely nights, and sometimes you miss the stability of a traditional home. But when you look into Jeff's eyes and see the love and pride shining back at you, you know that you wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.

Because no matter where the road takes you, one thing remains constant: your love for each other. And as long as you have Jeff by your side, you know that you'll always have everything you could ever want and more.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe #pro wrestling #wrestling #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x daughter!reader

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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saw that you love writing breeding kinks👀 could i request a jeff hardy/female reader breeding kink one shot please?

Jeff Hardy W/ Breeding Kink

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

An: First time Im writing for Jeff in a while

Jeff already knows he wants kids, and he told you that relatively early on

So It’s not much of a surprise that he gets off to the idea of you being pregnant

He would have your hips propped up by a pillow while cumming in you as many times as he could handle

“Such a good girl, taking everything I give you. Can’t wait to see you swell up with my kid’

If You eventually get pregnant He would be All over you constantly

His hands constantly rubbing your stomach and groping your breasts

“Should keep You like This all the time. So beautiful When You’re filled with my kid, complaining mine when you’re like this.”

#aew #fanfiction #request #headcanons #aew headcanon #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #smut #smut headcanons

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lunarwritesthings · 3 months

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Alright, I need help picking a wrestler for the fic I'm writing. I know how I can get it to work for each of them, so it's time for a poll.

Here's the general idea for the fic ↴

#wwe imagine #edge wwe x reader #wwe fic #jeff hardy x reader #christian cage x reader #undertaker fanfiction

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lmbaby · 11 months

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MOREEEEEE JEFF FICS PLEASEEEEEEE EWWWW

#wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Proud - Jeff Hardy x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

Let me know if ya'll get teary-eyed reading this because I started crying just WRITING it.

I needed to do a fluffy/happy one though, because the other one I'm posting is gonna elude to a darker side of Emery 😦

Word Count: 1698

Tag List: @blxxckheart @summertimefun1982

Warnings: Mentions of previous mental disorders/eating disorder and depression

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Emery stood backstage, standing near a monitor with the biggest smile on her face, as she watched Jeff Hardy return to AEW to help his brother out. It was no secret to anyone that knew her that Jeff Hardy was her all-time favorite.

She could remember her dad and uncle watching WWE when she was younger before it even was WWE. Though she didn’t really start paying attention to the shows until 2002 at the age of 9. Emery had seen Jeff go out for one of his matches, in his neon paint and colorful hair, to this music that made her want to dance. It was as if he had hypnotized her because, for the entirety of his match that night, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

It was very safe to say that she was officially crushing on him at that moment.

Just as she had been hypnotized then, Emery found herself unable to pull her eyes away now, but not in a ‘crush’ kind of way—at least that’s what she told herself, breaking her eyes off the screen and looking towards the go-position as Jeff, Matt, Isiah, and Hook walked down the steps to the back.

People seemed to swarm near them, welcoming back Jeff. She wanted to talk to him herself, but that familiar shyness took hold and Emery found herself unable to move. The closer they got to where she was standing, she felt the butterflies in her gut and her arm hairs began to stand on end.

Last year, when Jeff had made his debut in All Elite, Emery had unfortunately been out with an injury. By the time she came back, he was already gone. Now, though, it seemed as though fate were pushing her towards him.

“Like a twist of fate,” Emery thought to herself, ducking her head as she chuckled at her own joke.

“What’s so funny?” Matt questioned, stopping near her. With wide brown eyes, her head snapped up to look at him.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery stammered out,” N-nothing.”

“C’mon, leave her be man,” Jeff smirked at his older brother, turning his green eyes to Emery and giving her a smile. Her eyes darted past Matt and landed on Jeff and it was as though the wind got knocked out of her. Quickly, she averted her gaze, looking off to the side; Emery could feel her cheeks warm up as she blushed at her childish behavior.

“Ahhh,” Matt nodded as he remembered a conversation that he had with the Bucks a while back; with a smile, he briefly looked to Jeff before looking back to Emery,” That’s right. You crushed on my brother before.”

“He didn’t just---!” Emery thought, panic and embarrassment racing through her veins. Tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes, and her heart felt as though it was going to beat right out of her chest.

He meant no ill harm by it, hoping that it would help Emery come out of her shell. Jeff gave Matt a smile before looking over at the younger girl. When she looked up, though, for the split second they saw her face, both felt terrible.

For not even one second, Emery looked at them with tears rolling down her face before she took off at a run down the hall. She wanted—no, needed—to put distance between herself and them, especially Jeff.

The Hardy brothers looked at one another, crestfallen that they had unintentionally hurt her feelings somehow.

“I’ll go…” Matt frowned, looking in the direction she had disappeared, but Jeff gently put an arm on his older brother’s arm.

“Nah, man. I’ll do it.”

Matt placed an arm on Jeff’s shoulder, giving him a nod, before watching his brother disappear down the hall, following the direction Emery had disappeared in.

Emery ran down the halls until she reached a door to the outside and pushed it open. Only then did she feel safe enough to stop and try to get control of herself. Bending down and resting her palms on her knees, Emery took deep breaths, and slowly the tears stopped. Straightening up, she looked around and found herself on one of the back docks. The cool night air billowed around her and she was thankful that there were not a lot of talent or stagehands in the area to see her behavior.

She knew she would eventually have to go back inside, potentially face Jeff and Matt—but she couldn’t. Not just yet. She wasn’t ready to—

The door slowly pushed open and instantly Emery tensed up; she hoped it was someone else, anybody else, but kept her back to them just in case.

“Matt didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s, Darlin’,” Jeff told her, sliding his hands into his front pockets as he watched her.

Her heart ached for a brief moment, but not for herself; instead, it was the tone in Jeff’s voice. It was laced with sincere regret at what had just happened moments ago. Shaking her head gently, she crossed her arms in front of her in an attempt to comfort herself. The version of herself that was that little nine-year-old girl standing in front of the TV and watching this man put his body through hell. Licking her lips, Emery glanced over her shoulder just barely, seeing if Jeff was still standing there. Seeing that he was, she slowly turned around to face him, gnawing on her upper lip momentarily.

“It’s not…” she started, trailing off as her eyes darted to the ground, before meeting his gaze, “Didn’t hurt mine, no. Hell, if anything I’m on cloud nine right now.”

Her eyes began to tear up once again, but she kept them at bay for now. Jeff’s eyes briefly narrowed in confusion, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue.

“My memory… that little girl inside. She’s absolutely losing her mind,” Emery smiled softly, seeing Jeff’s lips curl up as well, “He’s right though. I—I was very much so in love with you. Part of me still is, but not in the usual way.”

A tear fell down her face, but she used the back of her hand to wipe it away.

“I was nine when I started watching you, back in 02. I never paid much attention to wrestling when my dad would watch it—but something about you. Seeing you on that TV screen, the persona you had back then, I—I was hooked. You… you got me into wrestling and I—” another tear fell only to be quickly wiped away, “—Every match, every promo. The music you’d release. Youtube videos. Books. Merch. Everything I could get my hands on, I did. Over the years… I don’t even know when things changed… but it went from a childhood crush to ugh, I don’t know. A respect, an admiration? News about drugs, alcohol, rehab—your house burning down, your dog---” Emery took a deep breath, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling anymore, “—Beth. Marrying her, having your kids. Everything. I respected the hell out of you, because, sure you kept falling back into darkness, but you kept getting back up and maybe I guess I needed to see that because of the shit I was going through with my own demons and seeing you working so hard to get through yours made me think that I could do it too and—”

The tears began to fall freely as she remembered how her early-mid teen years went, and the eating disorder and depression she had at the time. Jeff’s own eyes seemed to glisten a bit as he listened to her pour her heart out. Wordlessly, he held out his arms towards her, inviting her for a hug. Biting the inside of her cheeks, Emery closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Jeff, and closed her eyes. She felt his arms close around her, and as she stood there, Emery took a deep breath. She felt one of Jeff’s hands go up and embrace the back of her head, holding her tighter to him.

“I am so proud of you, darlin’,” he whispered to her.

That simple statement started the sobs, her full body shuddering against him as she cried. It felt as though she was letting a part of her past go, like she was finally able to put it behind her and move on. Jeff said nothing more as he held her and let her cry against his chest. He began to gently sway them both, hoping the rocking would help her; it was a trick he had learned from his kids.

Eventually, Emery’s body calmed down and the tears subsided. Taking a step back, she reached up with both hands and dried the tears, before looking up into Jeff’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you got nothin’ to be sorry about,” Jeff told her, a smile on his face, “You got past your demons, right?”

“Mostly… I- I still have moments… where the depression hits hard…”

“But you fight it—and don’t let it win.”

Emery nodded, sniffling, “I got a good support system. They’re there for me… when I need them.”

“Then you’re doing better than did, darlin’. I had all the support I could have ever asked for and still kept screwin’ it up. You stood tall, and you should be proud of everything you’ve accomplished.”

“I-I am. It’s taken years… but me now? Compared to me from fifteen years ago? Night and day, and I am so happy…”

“Good,” Jeff smiled at her, “If you ever need to talk ‘bout anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Maybe one day I can arrange you a visit to the compound.”

Emery’s eyes lit up, causing a chuckle from Jeff, “That would be… awesome. You’ve no idea—”

“I’m sure I got an inklin’. Let’s head back inside, and keep an eye on the rest of the show.”

“Sounds good. Thank you—Jeff. For everything,” Emery smiled, giving him a side hug; he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer.

“No, thank you.”

#aew #all elite wrestling #imagine #fanfiction #OC #original female character #OC Emery #Jeff Hardy #fluff #dark angel of the bullet club #kitkat0723

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cassidystarks · 2 years

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Dialogue Prompts

prompts include smut, angst, fluff,

rules:

up to 3 prompts per request

tell me what you want, specifically, so i can give you exactly what you want

let me know if there is anything you don't want such as bdsm, or anything else

tell me what reader type you want, male, female, non-binary, etc.

prompts:

"ill take care of you."

"you don't wanna get caught do you?"

"you're not stupid, just mildly unintelligent"

"you feel so good"

"it this okay?"

"how rough do you want it?"

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"watch your mouth"

"be good for me, yeah?"

"looks like we'll be trapped for a while"

"why would you do that?"

"me? jealous? yes."

"the things you do to me"

"you don't wanna know the things i think of you"

"don't you ever do that again"

"i won this for you"

"he won't touch you again, i promise"

"why are you being so mean?"

"i don't hate you"

"touch them again and I'll kill you"

"don't you ever bring them into this"

"how long have you been standing there?"

"did you hear all of that?"

"ooo somebody is in love"

"you touch my man one more time and I'll beat the shit out of you"

"i love your smile"

"someone's blushing"

"can i hold your hand?"

"would you kill me if i were to kiss you right now on live tv?"

"i need you"

"do you want hot cocoa?"

"please don't cry"

"I'm not a monster"

"it's okay"

"my mother loves you"

"I'm cold" "do you wanna cuddle?"

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean it"

"its 3 am we aren't getting ice cream"

"i said i wouldn't fall in love with them"

"you were made for me"

"you look so good"

"i'd rather have you for dessert"

"let everyone know who you belong to"

"you like that?"

"what would you do if i touched you there?"

"beg me to fuck you"

"you look so pretty, like super pretty"

"do you want snacks?"

"i love every part of you"

"here, take my hand"

"i got you, it's okay"

"never say that about yourself"

"its okay to be scared"

"you love him, with no intention on ever telling him?" "exactly."

"tell me whats wrong"

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Rekindling Hearts

Jeff found himself gazing at YN from a distance backstage, lost in memories of their time together. His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Lita, a fellow WWE superstar and YN's good friend. Lita, with her perceptive nature, sensed the longing in Jeff's eyes.

Approaching Jeff with a knowing smile, Lita spoke softly, "You still care about her, don't you?"

Jeff's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Lita, surprised by her insight. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

Lita chuckled, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can tell, Jeff. Just like I can tell that YN still feels the same way about you."

Jeff's brows furrowed in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

"Loving someone leaves a mark on your heart that time can't erase," Lita explained. "YN's eyes light up when she talks about you. She might not admit it, but I've seen it."

Jeff's mind raced as he absorbed Lita's words. He had never stopped caring for YN, and now, knowing that the feelings might be mutual, his heart began to race with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

As the days went by, Jeff and YN found themselves sharing moments backstage. A simple smile here, a fleeting glance there – small gestures that carried the weight of their shared history. They began to reminisce about the times when their love was the center of their worlds, before the adrenaline of the ring took over.

One evening, as the sun set behind the arena, Jeff mustered the courage to confront YN. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice a mix of nerves and longing.

YN looked at him, her eyes softening. "Sure, Jeff."

They found a quiet corner away from the bustling backstage area, and Jeff took a deep breath. "Lita told me something," he began, his gaze locked on YN's.

YN raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? And what's that?"

"She told me that you might still have feelings for me," Jeff admitted, his vulnerability on display.

YN's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't shy away from his gaze. "And what do you think?"

Jeff took a step closer, his heart pounding. "I think... I still care about you too. More than I ever realized."

Tears shimmered in YN's eyes as she reached out to touch his hand. "Jeff, our love might have taken a backseat to our careers, but it never truly went away."

As they held each other's gaze, the weight of their shared history and unspoken emotions hung in the air. The wrestling arena around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that tender moment.

Later that night the arena was buzzing with anticipation as YN YLN stepped into the ring to face off against Stacy Keibler. The crowd roared with excitement, the energy palpable in the air. YN was determined to prove herself not just as a former love interest of Jeff Hardy, but as a formidable wrestler in her own right.

As the match began, YN and Stacy locked up, showcasing their agility and strength. YN's determination was evident in her every move, her eyes locked onto her opponent. The match swung back and forth, each woman displaying her unique skills and signature moves.

At ringside, Test stood with a calculating expression, his gaze fixed on the action in the ring. YN's dominance was becoming increasingly clear, as she managed to counter Stacy's moves with precision and grace. The crowd's cheers grew louder with every successful maneuver she executed.

However, as YN gained the upper hand, Test's patience seemed to wear thin. He could hardly believe that YN was outclassing Stacy so thoroughly. Unbeknownst to the referee, Test seized an opportunity when YN had Stacy in a submission hold. He reached over the ropes and pulled YN off of Stacy, causing the crowd to erupt in boos and jeers.

YN was visibly shocked and frustrated by this interference. She glared at Test, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. The referee began to admonish Test, but the damage had been done. Stacy took advantage of the distraction, quickly recovering and launching herself at YN.

Just as Stacy was about to capitalize on the situation, a familiar theme song echoed throughout the arena. The crowd's cheers turned into a deafening roar as Jeff Hardy sprinted down the ramp, his eyes locked on Test. Jeff's face was a mix of determination and fury, fueled by the sight of Test interfering in YN's match.

Test turned his attention away from the ring just in time to see Jeff's furious onslaught. Jeff's fists were a blur as he pummeled Test, the impact of each blow sending a clear message: interfering in YN's match was not going to go unpunished.

Meanwhile, YN had recovered from the shock of Test's interference and was back on her feet. With a renewed fire in her eyes, she turned her focus back to Stacy. YN unleashed a flurry of powerful moves, her determination evident in every strike and grapple. The crowd rallied behind her, their cheers fueling her energy.

Back at ringside, Jeff's rage had not subsided. He continued to rain down blows on Test, his anger and protectiveness over YN propelling his actions. The chaos at ringside and the intensity in the ring created a whirlwind of excitement that had the entire arena on its feet.

With Jeff's help, YN managed to regain control of the match. She executed her signature move, the with impeccable precision. The impact resonated through the ring as she covered Stacy for the pinfall. The referee's hand slapped the mat three times, signaling YN's victory.

The arena erupted in cheers as YN's hand was raised in triumph. She shared a triumphant smile with Jeff, their unspoken connection stronger than ever. As they stood side by side, the message was clear: their bond, forged through love and shared passion, was unbreakable.

In the aftermath of the match, Test retreated up the ramp, nursing his wounds, while YN and Jeff shared a celebratory embrace in the ring. The WWE Universe had witnessed not only an exhilarating match, but a powerful display of loyalty, love, and the resilience of two individuals who had found their way back to each other, both in the ring and in their hearts.

As the adrenaline from the intense match began to subside, YN and Jeff found themselves catching their breath in the middle of the ring. The deafening cheers of the WWE Universe surrounded them, a testament to the electrifying spectacle they had just delivered.

YN turned to Jeff, a grateful smile on her face. "Jeff, I can't thank you enough for coming out there and having my back. That was incredible."

Jeff grinned back at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and affection. "Hey, anything for you, YNN. We've always had each other's backs, right?"

YN nodded, her heart racing for more reasons than just the match. "Yeah, we have."

There was a brief pause, a moment charged with unspoken emotions. Then, Jeff took a step closer to YN, his voice gentle. "You know, YNN, it's been a while since we've spent time together outside of the ring."

YN's heart skipped a beat, her curiosity piqued. "What are you suggesting, Jeff?"

A mischievous glint danced in Jeff's eyes as he took a deep breath. "Well, how about we break tradition and go out on a date? Just like old times?"

YN felt her cheeks flush with surprise and excitement. Jeff was right – it had been years since they had shared a moment outside the ring. And the idea of spending time with him, without the pressures of the WWE, was incredibly appealing.

A smile tugged at the corners of YN's lips. "I think that's a fantastic idea, Jeff."

Jeff's grin widened, and he took a step even closer. "Great. How about tomorrow night? I know this cozy little restaurant that's perfect for catching up."

YN's heart raced as she met Jeff's gaze, her answer clear in her eyes. "Tomorrow night sounds perfect."

The tension between them was palpable, a mix of nostalgia, attraction, and a renewed connection. And in that moment, neither of them could deny the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

Without hesitation, Jeff leaned in, his lips brushing softly against YN's. The kiss was tender, a sweet blend of familiarity and newfound emotion. It felt like a promise, a confirmation of the sparks that had never truly faded between them.

When they finally pulled away, YN's heart was racing, her cheeks flushed. Jeff smiled at her, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "I can't wait for tomorrow night, YNN."

"Me neither," she replied, her voice soft but filled with anticipation.

As they made their way out of the ring, hand in hand, the cheers of the WWE Universe followed them. When they disappeared into the backstage area, their intertwined fingers spoke volumes about the connection they shared. The wrestling world was full of drama and intensity, but in that moment, all that mattered was the promise of a new beginning – a chance for Jeff and YN to explore the love that had never truly faded, even after all these years.

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❤️ New fic published!!! ❤️

Imma give a warning right now; this fic in particular is marked as rated s for spicy for a very good reason. This is rated X levels of naughty, so read at your own discretion, and feel free to let me know how much I need to compensate after you've finished. 🏥

For those under 18+, DNI!

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VICIOUS (The Series) Part 2

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

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The night fell, Audrey did what she could to strengthen herself. Listening to "Limbo" by Daddy Yankee inspired her all night. She was thinking about Eddie all day, he was one of her several favorite wrestlers and she saw him as a dad figure. She still couldn't believe that that happened on that day, of all the bad things she faced before she could marry Jay. Someone started knocking on the door, it was Scarlett. She came as if she were a boxing coach.

"Good evening Audrey." She said.

"Hey, you look like a boxing coach." Audrey reacted. "What for?"

"To train you. I had a conversation with Jay and he told me that you don't jump rope or do any flips. I thought you were more or less a Rey Mysterio... I don't know, a Jeff Hardy... more or less like that."

"Scar, I'm not crazy enough to do all that shit. I wanted to be more or less half taekwondo and half boxing. I don't know... but not to be a high flyer. Forget about that, gurl."

"My biggest goal was for you to do at least some fucking clotheslines at least..."

"Well, I can do clotheslines. But forget about making Swantons."

Scarlett and Audrey went to a separate ring to start training.

"Great." Scarlett smiled. "Kenny, come here."

Audrey smiled, watching Kenny enter. He noticed that he was in recovery, but at the same time he wanted to see the Nolans' talent.

"Hello Audrey." He greeted her, making her feel nervous. "Hey, don't be like that. I'm not going to do anything to you."

She gave a sigh. "Hello... Kenny."

Scarlett smiled. "The only reason he came is to see what you learned during your training. Now try giving a kick."

Audrey raised her leg to try a kick, having a memory in her mind. "Addy.. are you okay?"

"I think...did I do it right?"

Kenny smiled. "You did pretty well, although you need to practice a little more."

"Let's see Audrey, how long have you not practiced?"

"Since...since I was in my third year of high school. I haven't practiced in a long time."

Kenny looked at Scarlett. "Go train her, she needs a little more efficiency."

Audrey started to feel bad. "I think so..."

"Hey, you're doing it well, but you need to get back that same energy you had when you did your first practice. That way you'll come out cool and give that fucker Claudio a hard time."

Kenny stood up gently, leaving the entire area. Audrey felt embarrassed by what The One Winged Angel did to her wrestling moves.

"It's better to stay as manager." She thought to herself and left.

Meanwhile with the BCC...

Claudio was sitting on a couch, upset along with Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, and Bryan Danielson.

"Do you know what started bothering me about that tomboy Audrey? That she starts defending that shitty Eddie. I'm sick of it."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"What's up? You got a problem?"

"Dude, everything about Eddie pisses you off, even the new girl pisses you off."

"More like the male pisses me off."

Wheeler crossed his arms. "Wasn't she the tomboy?"

Claudio roared. "IT'S THE SAME SHIT YOU BITCH, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"That's enough Claudio." Mox commanded. "If you don't want any trouble with Eddie, don't mess with the tomboy. Listen to me. Use your head to think instead of shining a light on it."

Claudio took a breath. "If that will prevent me from seeing the male, then fine. But the problem is with her, not with Kingston."

"You seriously are an idiot... you know what? Do whatever you want, but remember that I told you so. Don't come crawling then."

.............................................................

Audrey was sitting in a chair backstage, looking at a photo of her husband and her at their wedding. A happy tear was shed, making him hug the photo.

"AUDREY!" Jay ran towards her. "Hey baby girl. How was today?"

Audrey looked at her husband. "Good... all good." .

"Hey... Scarlett told me that you need to do a little more training, since your 'twin' evaluated you."

"Honey, I don't know if I can do it."

"Why's that?"

"It's just... I don't feel capable of doing such a thing."

"Baby, of course you can. It takes as long as it takes, but that's okay. At least you'll be my manager until you're completely ready." Jay put his hands on Audrey's shoulders. "I love you Drey, you are everything to me... you are my entire life, and the first thing I told you before we got married would be to make your dreams come true and do everything... to see you happy."

"My love." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Jay winked. "Let's go to the locker." He whispered, scooping his wife into his arms and kissing her passionately.

Both went to the locker room, Jay placed Audrey's body in the couch, locking the door completely and running to kiss her, then starting to take off her clothes.

"Damn baby..." Jay smirked, as his voice deepened. "I started to miss those big juicy tits... that fat pussy... and those clapping cheeks. Gosh mami."

"You like how it is now papi?" Audrey looked at him.

"Of course, I've always like that hot body of yours. It..." Jay removed all of his clothes, placing himself on top of his wife and holding his hands on the couch. "It drives me crazy how big you get every fucking day baby girl. Fuck... I want you."

Both laughed, kissing like they were devouring themselves, as Jay started squeezing Audrey's boobs. Audrey started letting out a moan while letting herself get dominant by her husband. Jay's hands ran towards her neck, squeezing it lightly and seeing how her eyes grew big.

"Papi.." Audrey moaned, about to yell. Jay's free hand ran right towards her pussy, starting to rub her clit fast, making her moan harder.

"Fuck mami, you're so fucking wet.. wet, sexy, and all juicy just for papi."

He stopped for a minute, getting up and jerking off his cock, right before putting it in Audrey's pussy. She let out a gasp, feeling him deeper inside of her.

Jay started fucking her, squeezing her neck softly as he does. Audrey's moans where about to turn into screams.

"Jay!!" She screamed, rolling her eyes and burying her back on the couch.

He chuckled, leaning down on her ear. "Now everybody in this roaster knows who own you.. you're such a great girl."

Jay's deepened voice turned Audrey on, making her jiggle her boobs while she was getting fucked.

"Mami..." Jay took a breath. "Mami.. I'm close... i'm close to make a fucking mess in you."

"Cum in me papi." Audrey begged. "Cum in me..."

Jay's pace went faster, as Audrey's screams were louder. Then he came deep inside of her, removing his cook and shooting cum all over his wife's boobs.

Jay's body collapsed, and same did Audrey's. Both laughed and kissed, as they put on a blanket and both of them felt asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Commision: @childofsaltwater

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt.

Warnings: Wyatt family attacking Nicole, Jeff being cute, head shot from a chair, hospital, Fluff

Word Count: 3,060

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“And for the Wyatt Family.” I stared directly into the camera, rolling my eyes and giving a scoff. “Nothing and I mean nothing will get in my way when I win the Raw Women’s Championship this Sunday at Survivor Series.” I smirked. “Not even you smelly barn yard animals.” Hearing the crowd roar from backstage, I couldn’t help but to break character and give a slight smirk.

“And that’s a wrap.” The camera man said right after the red dot disappeared. Him and another crew member gathered the cables to take another shot of someone else’s segment in another area of the arena.

“That was great, Nicole.” Charly smiled, handing the microphone to the crew member passing by. “I’m rooting on you winning the title from Asuka.”

“Thanks, Charly.” I laughed. Being great friends with Asuka outside of the ring made our storyline better. Asuka and I practice in and out of the ring, we discuss our matches together and see what we could do better for the both of us.

“Oh, I think a certain Hardy is trying to get your attention.” Charly giggled, eyeing behind me. Turning my head, I saw Jeff Hardy waving at me with a bright smile. I quickly looked away, a blush painted on my cheeks. “I think he likes you.” She softly spoke but still loud enough for people around to hear.

“Shh!” I hissed out. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter from her words. “Don’t say that out loud!”

Laughing, Charly turned her heels about to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Nicole!” She then left, heading to her next interview.

“That was a great promo you shot.” I jumped slightly hearing a country accent.

“Thank you.” I smiled as Jeff circled around and sat on a crate beside me. Fresh paint covering his face. I always loved the white, black and purple colors designs on his face. My eyes skimmed over his face, I soaked in his look. His dark hair pulled back into a bun, both sides of his head cleanly shaved as if he just walked out of the barber. His gauges were slightly bigger, he must have just recently moved down in size. His beard was trimmed and shaped in the cool shapes like he usually does.

Hearing him clear his throat, I quickly snapped out of my haze and swallowed nervously, scared he caught me staring. “I like your face paint tonight.” I squeaked out, trying to come up with something so it wasn’t obvious that I was daydreaming about him.

“Why thank you.” Jeff smiled. “I’m trying a new brand so it won’t come off as easily while I wrestle.” His thick accent made wrestle sound like ‘wrastle’. “Anyways, I really hope you win this Sunday.” Jeff had his hands on his muscular thighs as he sat.

I fiddled with my fingers, my stomach tightening. “Thanks Jeff.” Was really all I could say, too scared to say anything else just in case I said something ridiculous. “Ya know I’m going to be in your corner that night, right?” Jeff acknowledged the fact.

“Really?” I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course! You’re my partner and we gotta stick together! I want to be the first person you hug once you win that gold!” Jeff exclaimed. Ever since Matt left the WWE and went to AEW, Jeff was lonely here on the opposite wrestling company. Seeing a amidiant change in his mood along with his personality. Jumping into action I spoke with Jeff every Monday during Raw, we even started to travel everywhere together and when we weren’t together we text nonstop, talking for hours. We immediately became friends.

I started to get text from a number I didn’t recognize, the person greeting themselves as Matt, Jeff’s older brother. Matt appreciated me going out of my way to make sure Jeff didn’t go on a binge because Matt left him. I was scared that Jeff would relapse and spiral out of control. Being in each other’s corners was beneficial for both of us. Me being there for Jeff so he won’t hit the bottle or any illegal things and Jeff was there for me as a vet and keeping out of trouble. Jeff was a great friend and a perfect mentor even though my feelings were growing stronger and stronger towards him each and every day, I managed to keep things professional even though other close friends wanted me to make a move.

Watching Jeff on the television as a teenager made me daydream and fantasize about becoming a wrestler, he was the one who made me want to drive myself to become one. I’d get judged at school for having an alcoholic and drug abuser as a role model. Becoming friends with Jeff was a dream come true.

“So what do you say?” Jeff asked, giving me a small smile.

“I- I’m sorry, what?” I blinked, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own thoughts that he was speaking to me.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his opposite shoulder. “I uh, I was wondering if you’d want to go eat out after your match this Sunday?”

Jeff Hardy, my teenhood crush wanted to take me out for dinner the night I might win the title? Trying to keep myself in check, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Dinner sounds nice, Jeff.” I smiled at him. Checking the time on my phone I nearly forgot my flight. “Oh geez, I’m going to be late for my flight again.” I groaned.

“Well, let’s get your stuff and rush to the airport.” Jeff hopped down from the crate, pulling out his car keys.

Throughout the week Jeff was on my mind. Constantly cleaning or trying to do other things other than just text Jeff. I needed a clear mind going into Survivor Series. Laying in bed, I looked through my social media even texting Auska the details I had in mind about our match. Clicking on Instagram I checked what pictures I was tagged in. I smiled widely as a fan tagged me and Jeff in a photo that I’ve never seen. The pros about paparazzi was they can get great pictures. Cons, they can sometimes get terrible pictures and still post them on social media without a care that others will make fun.

My eyes cast down at the status. ‘I think Nicole and Jeff would make the cutest couple!’ I smiled at the complement. I wondered if this was true, Jeff was years older than me, so I wasn’t sure if we’d get gross looks because of the age difference. The biggest question was; did he like me more than a friend?

Standing by the gorilla, my focus was on the television, the camera pointed at Jeff sitting at the commentating table along with Michael, Byron and Corey. Jeff smiled widely and waved at the camera leanse. I smiled at the gesture, knowing it was for me. Seeing Jeff smile settled my nerves. “After this match I’ll be having dinner with Jeff.” I mumbled to myself.

“Dinner with Jeff!?” I heard someone yell.

Quickly turning around, Auska had a big smile on her lips, her green makeup around her eyes. “S- Shh, shh.” I looked around making sure nobody was listening. “Yes, Jeff asked me out to dinner after our match but please don’t tell anyone.” I begged, I didn’t know if this was just a friendly dinner or something more.

The smaller woman rushed up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a large hug. I hugged her back. “I promise I won’t tell.” Asuka nodded. Hearing her theme hit, Asuka pulled away. “I’ll see you out there, champ.” She winked and rushed out behind the curtain.

Groaning loudly as Auska kicked me in the stomach I kneeled down. The lights beaming down on me was making me sweat more than the activities I was doing in the ring. “Oh, what a rough kick to Nicole!” Michael Cole announced. “I don’t think your partner is doing so hot out there, Jeff.” He added on.

“Trust me Cole, she’s doing great in the ring. Better than you’ll ever be.” Jeff smirked, trying to act as if he wasn’t on the edge of his seat. He was worried that I got hurt, his eyes darting around the ring as Auska and I ran the ropes soon colliding into each other.

Bouncing off of the ropes, running towards Auska I shoulder tackled her, plastering her on the mat. Rushing towards the turnbuckle I quickly climbed to the third one and striked a pose. Photographers and fans quickly snapped photos of me before I splashed on top of Auska. A grunt escaped her lips, as I quickly pinned her I whispered; “Are you okay?”

The ref slammed his hand down on the mat. “One!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Great match.” She spoke, I nearly missed what she said as the ref slammed his hand for the third time.

The bell rang loudly as I crawled off of Auska. “Here’s your winner! Nicole!” The crowd roared and screamed. As I was on my knees, panting the ref handed me the Raw Women’s Championship and raised my left hand. Looking over to my left I saw Jeff standing and clapping loudly with a smile on his face.

“And what’s this? It’s- It’s Bray Wyatt with a chair!”

I didn’t even notice anyone behind me as I was distracted by Jeff who was now in a panic. “Look out!” He yelled, pointing behind me.

I arched my eyebrow, slowly looking behind me to see what Jeff was trying to warn me about. My eyes widened at the sight of Bray Wyatt raising a chair and it coming down. The impact of the chair hitting the side of my head echoed throughout the arena. Dropping the title, I slumped onto the ring, seeing darkness.

All I heard was Bray speaking into the mic. “I warned you Hardy, I told you if you wouldn’t join me and my family and if you don’t, people close to you are going to get hurt!” He let out a sinister laugh.

“Holy shit, Nicole!” Jeff slid into the ring, holding me close. “Where are the medics!?” Jeff screamed at the ref.

Sitting in the trainer’s room, I held an ice pack to the back of my head. “How in the hell did you take a chair shot and not split open!” Jeff exclaimed, trying to examine my head making sure there was no blood.

“Well, you know, being with the company for a decade, you pick up a few things kid.” I said in a teasing manner and gave Jeff a wink.

“Sure you have.” Jeff smiled but his face soon turned serious. “But you’re sure you’re okay?” He asked with a concerning look on his face.

“Yes, come on Hardy the doctors even cleared me.” I reminded him.

“I don’t really trust these doctors.” Jeff grumbled. “We should probably take you to the hospital.”

“No! No. Jeff really, I’m fine.” I smiled, taking the ice pack off of my head and sat it next to me. I really didn’t want to miss this date Jeff and I were about to have.

He squinted at me, studying me hard. “Hmm, if you say so.” He sighed. “But if your head hurts and your eyes are sensitive to the light you let me know asap and we will go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

“No, no ‘okay’, Nicole I’m being for real. This is dangerous. I need you to promise me.”

Huffing, I nodded. “Okay, I pinky promise Jeff that I’ll tell you.” I held out my pink and he wrapped his pinky around mine. Sliding off of the table, I tried not to show that my head was spinning. “Let me shower real quick and I’ll be out.” I smiled.

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that I left for the women’s locker room. Thankful that no one was in the room, I started to strip. Tossing my ring gear into my bag I walked towards the showers. Turning it on I hummed as the warm water hot my face. I leaned forward, resting my head against the cool tile. Only to hiss out slightly as it throbbed my head.

Opening my eyes I grunted as the water was now cold. Quickly shutting off the water I wrapped a towel around my body and went to my bag. Grabbing my phone my eyes widened as I saw that it was 11:45 PM. “What the fuck?” I mumbled, not realizing I must have knocked out in the shower. I saw text messages from family members congratulating me on my win. I saw one from Jeff wondering if I was okay. I quickly text back saying ‘getting dressed now’.’

Quickly drying off I threw on clean clothes and stuffed my things in my bag and rushed out of the locker room to see Jeff leaning against the wall with a frown. “Jesus, Nicole are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

“Hey, girl likes her showers.” She tried to laugh off the suspiciousness.

“Okay, well let’s go.” Jeff grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you thought for dinner.” Jeff blushed as we sat across from each other. McDonalds in front of us. “No other restaurants were open.”

“It’s my fault, I showered too long.” I shrugged, grabbing a french fry and placing it in my mouth. I squinted slightly as the lights above hurt my eyes.

“Nicole, are you sure you’re okay?” Jeff asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, yeah I’m totally fine.” I waved my hand, trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of my head. “Just tired.” I grumbled, my eyes slowly shutting.

Hearing heartbeat monitors beeping, my eyes slowly fluttered open. I was laying in bed, covers tucked me tightly. I was in a white room with an IV stuck in my vein and wires connected to me. “What the fu-”

“Nicole?” Jeff’s head quickly snapped up, I looked his way.

“What happened?” I groaned, holding my slightly less throbbing head.

“You passed out while we were having dinner.” Jeff frowned. “You promised me, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

Jeff gave me a ‘really’ face, not buying it. “Nicole.”

Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes. “I… I didn’t want to mess up our dinner plans. I didn’t want to postpone it because of my head.”

“Nicole, your health is the number one on my list.” Jeff held my hand. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if this concussion hurt you more than it did.”

“What did the doctor say anyways?” I asked, slightly sitting up more in the bed.

“Well, the IV is in you because you were dehydrated and they also put some medication in for the pain in your head. Other than that it was a concussion from the chair shot. They said you won’t be able to wrestle for two week.”

I frowned, looking over to my left to see the red title in the chair. “Don’t worry about the title, Nicole. You’re still the champion, they’re not going to take that away from you because you have a minor injury, they’ll have you cut some amazing promos but nothing in the ring.”

Sighing, I nodded knowing to trust Jeff. “When can I leave?”

“In a few hours, so when the sun is up.”

I looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning. I huffed out a sigh. “I really do hate hospitals.” I gave a shy smile.

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

Jeff’s tongue grazed across his bottom lip, running his fingers through his dark hair. “Well, darlin’” Jeff nibbled on the bottom of his lip. “I just wanted to tell you we’ve both been there for each other and I know I shouldn’t mix business and personal life together but I can’t ignore these feelings anymore, Nicole.” Jeff’s eyes shined as he looked at me.

My heart was picking up on each word he spoke. “I know what you mean?” I said softly, cupping the side of his face. The heart monitor is now picking up the pace.

He leaned into my touch. “Seeing you black out in the middle of the ring, it really scared me Nicole.” He tried to hold back the tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just a concussion.” I reminded him. “I’ll heal.”

Jeff sniffed. “What I’m trying to say here, Nicole is will you go out with me?”

I smiled widely as he asked me out. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jeff.”

Years down the road, Jeff and I got married, bought a house in the country and had a few animals.

“Jeff?” I asked, walking around the large house. Finding him in the office he was working on his computer.

“Yes baby?” He hummed, clicking and typing a few emails.

“I have a surprise for you.” I giggled, handing him a small box. I placed it in front of him.

Jeff eyed me carefully. “Nothing is going to pop out, right?” He grabbed the box, shaking it lightly.

“I promise, no please just open it.” I begged, holding up my camera as I clicked ‘record’.

Jeff gave a playful glare towards the camera, grabbing the lid and slowly opened it revealing a stick. “Surprise, daddy.” I giggled.

His eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” Jeff quickly stood up. I smiled, nodding my head.

“You’re going to be a dad!” I laughed. Jeff quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

“Our little family is finally growing.” He nuzzled his head against mine. Cupping his beard cheeks I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Commission: @childofsaltwater@childofsaltwater

Summary: Jeff Hardy is Nicole’s tag team partner and after being beaten on by the Wyatt Family, Jeff is worried that Nicole is hurt.

Warnings: Wyatt family attacking Nicole, Fluff, Jeff being cute, head shot from a chair, hospital.

Word Count: 3,020

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“That was great, Nicole.” Charly smiled, handing the microphone to the crew member passing by. “I’m rooting on you winning the title from Asuka.”

“Shh!” I hissed out. I felt my cheeks becoming hotter from her words. “Don’t say that out loud!”

Laughing, Charly turned her heels about to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Nicole!” She then left, heading to her next interview.

“That was a great promo you shot.” I jumped slightly hearing a country accent.

I fiddled with my fingers, my stomach tightening. “Thanks Jeff.” Was really all I could say, too scared to say anything else just in case I said something ridiculous.

“Ya know I’m going to be in your corner that night, right?” Jeff acknowledged the fact.

“Really?” I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

I started to get text from a number I didn’t recognize, the person greeting themselves as Matt, Jeff’s older brother. Matt appreciated me going out of my way to make sure Jeff didn’t go on a binge because Matt left him. I was scared that Jeff would relapse and spiral out of control. Being in each other's corners was beneficial for both of us. Me being there for Jeff so he won’t hit the bottle or any illegal things and Jeff was there for me as a vet and keeping out of trouble. Jeff was a great friend and a perfect mentor even though my feelings were growing stronger and stronger towards him each and every day, I managed to keep things professional even though other close friends wanted me to make a move.

“So what do you say?” Jeff asked, giving me a small smile.

“I- I’m sorry, what?” I blinked, I didn’t realize I was so caught up in my own thoughts that he was speaking to me.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand against his opposite shoulder. “I uh, I was wondering if you’d want to go eat out after your match this Sunday?”

“Well, let's get your stuff and rush to the airport.” Jeff hopped down from the crate, pulling out his car keys.

Huffing out a sigh, I locked my phone and tossed it to the night stand and slowly fell asleep.

“Dinner with Jeff!?” I heard someone yell.

The ref slammed his hand down on the mat. “One!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Great match.” She spoke, I nearly missed what she said as the ref slammed his hand for the third time.

“And what’s this? It’s- It’s Bray Wyatt with a chair!”

I didn’t even notice anyone behind me as I was distracted by Jeff who was now in a panic. “Look out!” He yelled, pointing behind me.

“Holy shit, Nicole!” Jeff slid into the ring, holding me close. “Where are the medics!?” Jeff screamed at the ref.

Sitting in the trainer's room, I held an ice pack to the back of my head. “How in the hell did you take a chair shot and not split open!” Jeff exclaimed, trying to examine my head making sure there was no blood.

“Well, you know, being with the company for a decade, you pick up a few things kid.” I said in a teasing manner and gave Jeff a wink.

“Sure you have.” Jeff smiled but his face soon turned serious. “But you’re sure you’re okay?” He asked with a concerning look on his face.

“Yes, come on Hardy the doctors even cleared me.” I reminded him.

“I don’t really trust these doctors.” Jeff grumbled. “We should probably take you to the hospital.”

“No! No. Jeff really, I’m fine.” I smiled, taking the ice pack off of my head and sat it next to me. I really didn’t want to miss this date Jeff and I were about to have.

He squinted at me, studying me hard. “Hmm, if you say so.” He sighed. “But if your head hurts and your eyes are sensitive to the light you let me know asap and we will go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

“No, no ‘okay’, Nicole I’m being for real. This is dangerous. I need you to promise me.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Hey, girl likes her showers.” She tried to laugh off the suspiciousness.

“Okay, well let's go.” Jeff grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulders.

“I know this isn’t what you thought for dinner.” Jeff blushed as we sat across from each other. McDonalds in front of us. “No other restaurants were open.”

“It’s my fault, I showered too long.” I shrugged, grabbing a french fry and placing it in my mouth. I squinted slightly as the lights above hurt my eyes.

“Nicole, are you sure you’re okay?” Jeff asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, yeah I’m totally fine.” I waved my hand, trying to ignore the throbbing in the back of my head. “Just tired.” I grumbled, my eyes slowly shutting.

“Well, I really wanted to tell you something, Nicole. I was hoping it was at a more romantic place but I can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore-” He stopped talking as he noticed my eyes were shut. “Nicole?” I became slumped in the seat, darkness consuming me again.

“Nicole?” Jeff’s head quickly snapped up, I looked his way.

“What happened?” I groaned, holding my slightly less throbbing head.

“You passed out while we were having dinner.” Jeff frowned. “You promised me, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

Jeff gave me a ‘really’ face, not buying it. “Nicole.”

Sighing, I rubbed my tired eyes. “I… I didn’t want to mess up our dinner plans. I didn’t want to postpone it because of my head.”

“Nicole, your health is the number one on my list.” Jeff held my hand. “I wouldn’t have known what to do if this concussion hurt you more than it did.”

“What did the doctor say anyways?” I asked, slightly sitting up more in the bed.

Sighing, I nodded knowing to trust Jeff. “When can I leave?”

“In a few hours, so when the sun is up.”

I looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning. I huffed out a sigh. “I really do hate hospitals.” I gave a shy smile.

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

My heart was picking up on each word he spoke. “I know what you mean?” I said softly, cupping the side of his face. The heart monitor is now picking up the pace.

He leaned into my touch. “Seeing you black out in the middle of the ring, it really scared me Nicole.” He tried to hold back the tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just a concussion.” I reminded him. “I’ll heal.”

Jeff sniffed. “What I’m trying to say here, Nicole is will you go out with me?”

I smiled widely as he asked me out. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jeff.”

Years down the road, Jeff and I got married, bought a house in the country and had a few animals.

“Jeff?” I asked, walking around the large house. Finding him in the office he was working on his computer.

“Yes baby?” He hummed, clicking and typing a few emails.

“I have a surprise for you.” I giggled, handing him a small box. I placed it in front of him.

Jeff eyed me carefully. “Nothing is going to pop out, right?” He grabbed the box, shaking it lightly.

“I promise, no please just open it.” I begged, holding up my camera as I clicked ‘record’.

Jeff gave a playful glare towards the camera, grabbing the lid and slowly opened it revealing a stick. “Surprise, daddy.” I giggled.

His eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test. “You’re- You’re pregnant?” Jeff quickly stood up. I smiled, nodding my head.

“You’re going to be a dad!” I laughed. Jeff quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

“Our little family is finally growing.” He nuzzled his head against mine. Cupping his beard cheeks I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

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