#jeff hardy imagine
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best friend - jeff hardy
2001! jeff hardy x gn!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of (scripted) violence?, reader is younger than matt and jeff, best friends to lovers trope
you watched from ringside with wide eyes as your best friend of 10 years, jeff hardy, walked across the top of multiple ladders in the centre of the ring, before toppling to the canvas below, somehow landing on his feet. you breathed a sigh of relief, but your rapid heart rate didn’t let up as the match continued on. splintered tables and steel ladders littered the ground surrounding the ring, along with the barely moving bodies of the other tag teams. you felt like a spectator in your own body, like you weren’t really there, as you watched the 6 men toss eachother around for what felt like hours. jeff climbed back up the ladder and got a hold of the belts, before the ladder was pulled from under his feet, leaving him dangling high above the ring.
positioning another ladder in the center of the ring, edge climbed nearly to the top before spearing jeff mid-air, the two men plummeting to the mat below before laying there motionless. you had to physically held back from jumping into the ring to make sure he was okay, and if you weren’t panicked out of your mind you would have mentally thanked the official for not allowing you to interfere, or worse, throw the match. lita, one of your closest friends and also the girlfriend of jeff’s older brother matt, rubbed your back reassuringly, but you knew she was just as worried as you were. for the remainder of the match, you clutched the apron so hard your knuckles turned white, until finally christian grabbed the belt, ending the match.
as soon as you heard the bell, you slid under the bottom rope, immediately checking on jeff to make sure he was okay. he mumbled almost inaudibly that he was alright, as your hands frantically but gently checked him for signs of injury, before he began to sit up. jeff winced, holding his ribs as he got himself to a sitting position, letting you pull him into your arms in a hug filled with relief.
“are you okay?” you asked desperately, as jeff returned the hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head before you pulled away, cradling his face in your hands, his long red hair dripping with sweat as your brushed it aside.
“i’m okay, i promise,” he assured you, his southern accent peeking through as he spoke. you tilted his head to the side to kiss his cheek, and steadied him as he tried to stand, grateful to have you as a crutch for balance.
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a few hours later, jeff had been checked over by the medical team and deemed fine, miraculously having sustained no serious injuries during what was sure to become a historic match for the ages. you were curled up next to him on the couch in the hardyz dressing room, waiting for it to be time to head to the next venue. your head rested on jeff’s chest, tangled in each others arms and you slept soundly. jeff’s attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening, and he placed a finger to his lips, signalling to his older brother to be quiet. matt obliged as he silently sat in a chair across from jeff, who’s tattooed fingers absentmindedly traced little patterns onto your back.
“you’d think we’d be the ones sleepin after that match,” matt joked, and jeff smiled down at you. “i guess it takes a lotta energy to worry about your dumbass all the time.”
“ain’t just me, you’re out there jumping off ladders an shit too,” jeff laughed, but his eyebrows furrowed together slightly.
“yeah, but you’re the one they haven’t let go of since the match ended. doctors could barely examine you they were clingin’ on to ya so tight,” matt teased, and jeff was worried you’d woken up as you made a small noise, but only snuggled closer to him and continued sleeping. “jesus jeff, quit droolin,” matt laughed. the younger hardy looked up at his older brother, unable to wipe the smile off his face.
“man, is it that obvious?” he asked sheepishly.
“jeff, i’m your brother; of course it’s obvious to me,” matt said. “but it’s pretty obvious that kid’s in love with you too.” jeff held you a little tighter, and you mumbled slightly as you awoke, eyes opening slowly as they adjusted to the light.
“hey sleepyhead,” jeff smiled, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized where you were. it was a common occurrence for you and jeff to wind up tangled on the couch on asleep on each other shoulders in the backseat driving from show to show, but it still have you butterflies every time you woke up in his arms.
“hey- is it time to go?” you asked, sitting up slightly to jeff’s disappointment as he let you out of his grip. he was relieved when you stayed close beside him however, keeping yourself tucked under his arm.
“not yet. y’all want anything from catering? i’m gonna grab a bite,” matt offered, and you turned your attention to him, only now realizing that he was in the room.
“no, thank you,” you replied as he stood to leave, jeff shaking his head as he also wasn’t interested.
“suit yourselves. be back in a bit.” he tapped jeff on the shoulder as he passed by, the sound of the door confirming that he had in fact left the dressing room.
“tired?” jeff asked, and you nodded, snuggling back into his chest, and cussing him to laugh as he tightened his arms around you again.
“are you sure you’re okay? that spot was insane,” you asked, looking him in the face and searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. jeff leaned forward and kissed the end of your nose, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks as he replied.
“i’m okay, i swear. it coulda been a lot worse than it was,” he said, and you nodded, finally accepting his answer.
“okay. promise me you’ll be careful though?”
“how long have we been best friends? shouldnt you know by now that’s not in my nature?” he teased, pinching your side by your ribs, sending both of you into a fit of laughter
“alright alright! please stop!” you begged, laughing all the while until jeff finally stopped pinching and tickling your sides, smiling at you. “what? why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your stomach doing a flip as jeff’s hand grabbed the back of your head softly and pulled your face down until your lips met his. the kiss was soft and sweet, but full of all the love you had both bottled up for years. you pulled away in shock, staring into jeff’s hazel-green eyes.
“i’m sorry, i..i should’ve asked-“ he stuttered nervously.
“so ask me,” you interrupted, and his eyebrows raised in surprise before he cleared his throat.
“can i kiss you?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded in response, jeff crashing his lips onto yours immediately after receiving your permission. it felt as if the weight of a thousand bricks had lifted off of your shoulders; of course you had always loved jeff. how could you not?
pulling away, he placed one more soft kiss on your lips before doing. the same to your nose and forehead, and pulling you into his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck.
“i love you,” he muttered into your hair, and you smiled, breathing in the scent of his freshly washed hair and the cologne that lingered on his skin.
“i love you more.”
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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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Hello I was wondering if you could do kisses around the body and face for AEW wrestlers like;
Face - Yuta
Forehead - Darby
Lips - Ethan Page
Neck - Ricky
Arms - Kenny
Hands - HOOK
 Torso - Kingston
Legs - Jeff Hardy
It could be to the wrestler or reader
Dear god I hope I did this right
AEW Stars React to: Their Favorite Kisses
Pairings: Darby Allin X Reader, Ethan Page X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Kenny Omega X Reader, Hook X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader, Jeff Hardy X Reader
Word Count: 954
Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to the anon who requested, sorry for the delay (as I am). thanks to everyone for their support. hopefully, I did this right. my inbox and requests are open to all. I think (hope) I kept this gender-neutral/applicable to everyone. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.
Warnings: GIFS ARE NOT MINE, i repeat GIFS ARE NOT MINE, none i think, slight talk about insecurities in Eddie's part
Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey
AGAIN I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT
Wheeler Yuta (Face Kisses-To Him)
WITH HIS SCRUFF THIS IS SO CUTE
With these kisses, I feel like y’all love cheek kisses
He would look so content and fulfilled after the kisses
To Yuta, it’s so intimate and just feels acceptable everywhere to him
Personally, I think he would love it if you squished his cheeks together (with one hand) and then kissed him on both cheeks
Also, this would be a pre-match routine
Would literally refuse to go out there until he gets his kisses (he’s a brat)
“Where are thy kisses?” (With a fake lisp)
Darby Allin (Forehead Kisses-To You and Him)
OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT
He likes the forehead kisses on a particular side of his face (don’t fight me)
I feel like he would tell you to kiss him on the side without facepaint on (so it doesn’t get on you or it doesn’t mess up)
“No, no, the right side! Don’t switch up on me!”
He would kiss you on the forehead because it was the closest body part to him
Also, it’s because he can do it anywhere without it being awkward (like Yuta)
I think he would love you giving him forehead kisses cause it’s like comfort to him
As soon as you kiss his forehead (especially after a match), he feels rewarded and that everything is alright
Ethan Page (Lips Kisses-To You)
MAN HAS A NICE SMILE
Will just kiss you out of nowhere
Will kiss you at any place, any time
The type of person who will grab your face and squish your cheeks together
His mustache and facial hair tickle your face
He is not afraid of PDA (in fact, he encourages it)
“I want a kiss right now. And if you don’t give me one, Imma throw a fit like a toddler right now”
Will bend down to tease you and receive his kisses
Ricky Starks (Neck Kisses-To You and Him)
THIS MAN WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME-
He LOVES to give you kisses on the neck cause he thinks it’s sexy
It’s one of those kisses that feels intimate yet playful at the same time
Will leave marks on you so get your makeup/scarf ready
Loves it when you kiss his neck and leave lipstick stains on him (if you wear lipstick, lip stain, or lipgloss)
It makes him feel like “the man” and loved/desired (ESPECIALLY ON THE NAPE OF HIS NECK OR RIGHT UNDER HIS JAW)
Will not wash it off for segments and says “You all wish you had a sexy ass partner like me”
Kenny Omega (Arm Kisses-To You and Him)
THAT MAN HAS SOME NICE ASS ARMS LEMME TELL YOU
He’ll kiss your arms/shoulders cause he thinks it’s cute
ESPECIALLY WHEN HIS HEAD IS LEANING ON YOU OR WHEN YALL ARE CUDDLING
Within that moment, he will tell you “I love you”
And you? You kiss his arms not because you want to be cute…but so you can bite him (lovingly ofc)
He would walk out to the ring with a bite mark on his arm and just say “Y/N wanted a snack. So they bit me.”
But honestly, I think you would kiss his arms cause you were already holding hands and you wanted to show your man more love
And to bite him again…
Hook (Hand Kisses-To You)
I WANT HIS HANDS IN MORE WAYS THAN-
Ahem, anyways; I don’t think Hook like obvious or obnoxious PDA, but more subtle signs of it
So while you guys are holding hands, he will bring your hand up and kiss it
To him, it’s an intimate way of showing how much he loves you
I also think your hands would be his favorite feature on you besides your personality
He likes the size difference between your hands
DEF will kiss all your knuckles when just staring at your hands
“I love your hands, they’re so delicate. Imagine them with a ring on your finger.”
Eddie Kingston (Torso Kisses-To You)
Listen, I will protect Eddie Kingston with my life (sorry for yelling at ya earlier)
Now this man will save all his kisses until you two are completely alone
Loves to lay with you, with his face either near or on your stomach
Will kiss your chest and stomach as he notices that this is a spot that you might be insecure about
He kisses your torso to show that he loves you and your “flaws” (ya’ll aint got none so move right along)
“Doll, you are perfect to me and I dare you to say otherwise”
Does not kiss your ribs as last time, you accidentally elbowed him in the eye
Jeff Hardy (Leg Kisses-To You)
MY DARLING MAKES A RETURN
Man has no problems with PDA (in fact he thrives on it) But he saves his favorite kisses to give behind closed doors (THIS MAN IS A PLEASER)
Loves to give you foot rubs and in the midst will kiss your calves and thighs (AGAIN THIS MAN IS A PLEASER AND YALL CANNOT TELL ME DIFFERENT)
Does not care if you shave/wax your legs or not
Will watch TV in between your legs and kiss them periodically
When you ask him why he kisses your legs, he’ll just say “They’re just so beautiful to me darling”
As long as you got legs, Jeff will kiss them
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Jeff Hardy x reader where he finds someone who is extreme just like him
2 EXTREME 4 the EXTREME
The crowd was silent, buzzing with anticipation. Y/N could hear a scream of their name over the barricade, a hand coming out in front of them from the spot on the cold, concrete floor. Their opponent was laid out on the flattened announcers’ table, a referee screaming out to the count of ten from all the way inside the ring. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, the taste of blood filling their mouth, the thick liquid dripping down from a forehead wound in reminder of the injuries they faced from the past actions of throwing the other person and themselves through the now broken table placed inside one of the ring's corners. The ref was at 7 now. Their eyes shut again, lids crinkling in force.
“Come on. Gotta get up, come on.” Y/N whispered to themselves but their body still refused to move. The plush, red barricade behind them rattled as fans hit against it in a way to show their love. It seemed to be even brighter when they opened their eyes once again, the stadium cheering a little louder while they stumbled to their feet. They looked down at their opponent as the ref counted to 8 before turning to face the ring and lazily diving under the bottom rope and coming back out again, forcing the ref to restart his count.
“ONE!” Y/N fell onto their knees, pulling the fabric on the sides of the ring up, pulling out the only table remaining. The crowd yelled, Y/N’s own adrenaline meshing with theirs.
“TWO!” The ref moved to face the announcers table, now only speaking to one instead of both wrestlers. They pushed the table into the ring, looking back over to their rival who seemed to finally be waking. A sigh left their mouth, moving quickly to set up the flimsy piece of wood, before finally taking a few lung-filling breaths.
“THREE!” They continued in simply breathing, before becoming sick of waiting and turned to their combatant, watching as JR tried bad mouthing them back into the ring.
“Come on!” Their opponents attention was ripped away from JR and now moved to the form standing in the ring. “You fuckin scared now? Come on, get in the goddamn ring!” The ref only reached five before they jumped back into the ring and ran right into a suplex, Y/N throwing their body through the second table.
“ONE, TWO, THREE!” The crowd counted along with the ref and erupted into cheers as Y/N jumped up, celebrating their victory before limping over to the ramp trying not to look too injured. The curtain into the gorilla was pulled back, revealing whoevers match was next and plenty of staff, along with Lita who had been waiting for Y/N’s match to finish. Lita rushed over to the exhausted superstar with an icepack, much more concerned for their well being than they seemed to be.
“Oh my god, I love you so much, Lita.” Y/N let their gratitude be known as they took the ice pack and sat in an uncomfortable steel chair in order to hold it against their back.
“I really don’t know how you do all of this stuff, like I get that its fun to jump around every once in a while, but every single second of every single match? Really, Y/N, I don’t think you’ll be able to bend over by the time you’re thirty!” It was nice to have someone worried, but Y/N wasn’t really listening to Lita as their frustration grew, the chair causing the ice pack to keep sliding down their back. Instead of holding it up, they flopped onto the ground, the icepack perfectly on their lower back.
“Get off the goddamn floor! God, I love you but no wonder why Matt’s always so stressed all the time,” Y/N was new to WWE, recently coming from Big Japan Wrestling, known for their extreme antics that even stuck out in a very extreme company. Now, in a much bigger company with fewer high-flyers and risk takers, it was easy to gain attention from the fans and the love of the only other person in the women's division with a somewhat similar style.
“That boyfriend of yours? What the hells he got to do with me?” Although they got along very well with Lita, Y/N didn’t really talk to very many other people so they weren’t too familiar with the Hardyz.
“You totally act like Jeff! And don’t say you don’t know who that is cause I see you staring at him all the time.”
“That's definitely not true at all.” Before Lita could argue back to the obvious lie, Y/N made her concentrate on something else. “Speaking of, here comes your boy.” Lita rolled her eyes but turned around.
“Lita, I would really appreciate it if you would tell Jeff that there is no need for him to do a Swanton tonight and then another one off a goddamn ladder on Heat.” Matt spoke with a tension filled tone in his voice while he pointed back to the younger man behind him who scoffed at the accusation.
“Jeff, you should not do that.” Lita repeated what he had definitely already heard, Matt turning to face him with an “i-told-you-so” expression.
“Personally, I think that’d be pretty sick.” Y/N spoke, looking up at the brothers from their spot on the floor. Lita looked down with the look a scolding mother would give, Jeff breaking out into a grin at their agreement.
“Why are you on the floor, Y/N?” Matt asked in confusion.
“Cause my back hurts.” They spoke as if it were obvious with a shrug.
“I told you it works.” Jeff spoke from his brother's side, earning a very hard side-eye. “I’m Jeff by the way. I watched your match, it was really great! Y’know, I was thinking, um, we’ve got a pretty similar style, would you maybe wanna bounce some ideas off of each other or something?” Jeff’s grin widened at the sight of Y/N’s as they bashfully took his praise.
“Well, I think I’ve got a concussion right now, but in the future, I think that would be very nice.”
“You weren’t looking at him, huh?” Lita interrupted the pair moment, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
“Shut up, Lita!”
put in the work, put in the hours and take whats ours 💪💪 this took way too long but I’m actually pretty happy with this😁 Jeff’s return def gave me some hope 🙏 mostly gender-neutral but I did make a refrence to Y/N being on the womens roster
in my mind Lita and Matt are extreme but Y/N and Jeff are just battshit crazy also i couldn’t help but make lita and matt in love I just watched the episode where he first kisses her i love them so much
#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy‼️‼️#put in that little heat refrence for rita love u <3#wwe#wwf#lita#i love her#so much#jeff hardy#wwe smackdown#LIV writes;*!
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Thou Shall Not Touch What is Mine
Paring: Jeff Hardy x Gn!Reader
Fandom: Wwe
Request: Yes, by anon
Summary: Jeff gets jealous about someone talking and touching HIS baby.
Prompt: #15 "I don't fucking care. You're supposed to be mine."
Note: This takes place in the late 90s/early 2000s it fits best with people's characters. The reader is also Christian's younger sibling. There's a twist towards the end
Jeff was not one to be anything but nice to people. It's how he was raised to be. However, those feelings flew out the window when it happened. What is it? Well, "it" is when he sees someone touching and talking to HIS baby in a way he knows is meant to be flirty or so he thinks.
Now, who's Jeff's baby? Well, that's simple baby Cage aka you. You were called baby Cage due to being the younger sibling of one Christian Cage. Anyways you are the most important person to Jeff. You are his best achievement. He never thought he'd get you to date him when you are more attractive and way out of his range, at least those were his words. Of course, that was something you and Jeff would argue about when brought up since neither of you could agree.
You have never seen Jeff get jealous so you believed he wasn't the kind of person that got jealous but that changed. To you, the conversation you were having with Edge was normal and common for your friendship but Jeff didn't know this. Jeff thought Edge was flirting with you. How? by the sly smirk on Edge's face and the way, his hand was resting on your arm.
This made Jeff feel something he hasn't felt in a long time. Jealousy. Let's just say jealous Jeff is actually likely to fight someone. Now Jeff tried to stay calm. He watched you and Edge, well more Edge than you. The glare on his face was obvious to anyone who could see.
Now Jeff could walk over to you and Edge and make it clear that you two are together but there's one small problem with that. You and Jeff hadn't gone public so he couldn't. Except Jeff had a plan. Once better than just going over to you. Let's just say Jeff's plan was definitely going to get him yelled at by you.
Jeff walked to the gorilla and told the people there to play his music. They knew something was going to happen so they did. Jeff went out and straight to the ring and gestured for a mic. Once he got one he looked around for a minute before starting a rant about certain things. One of those was people flirting with you but he didn't directly mention you. Regardless of his feelings, he was going to try his hardest and keep the relationship private.
Matt and Christian ran to where you and Edge were once they saw what Jeff was doing. Matt was the first one to say anything. He didn't say much just "Jeff is in the ring, go stop him before he says too much." Christian grabbed Edge and pulled him out of earshot so they could talk, but that was not important.
Just like Jeff, you quickly went to the gorilla and told them to play your music but you didn't even wait. Once you walked out from backstage you immediately ran to the ring. The announcers and the fans were confused about what was going on. The first thing you say since coming out was "Jeff what is this all about?" Jeff wanted to say the truth but knew if he did then he was going to be in a lot of trouble. Jeff thought about what to say and decided to just say fuck it and deal with getting yelled at back stage.
Jeff was about to answer a lot of questions just by saying what he has been thinking. Jeff looks you directly in the eyes, the anger and jealousy being clear in his, and said "I don't fucking care. You're supposed to be mine." It all made sense now. Jeff was ranting about Edge being flirty with you and his anger about the situation with saying any names, the fans also figured this out. Looks like the cat is out of the bag.
Before you could say anything Edge and Christian came out with smiles that looked like they belong to Chester the cat. Jeff was confused but you knew what was about to happen. Edge was the first to say anything but it was directed to Christian "Well, would you look at that? Our plan worked." Christian nodded and turned his attention to you and Jeff.
"Little sib, did you really think you and him were doing a good job at hiding your relationship? Well, dear sib it was very obvious to anyone with a brain and two eyes. Maybe next time don't stare and drool over each other every time you're in a room filled with people." It was clear by his smile it was meant in a teasing way.
The two waved then turned and went backstage leaving you and a very embarrassed Jeff in the ring. You quickly got Jeff's attention and then rushed up the ramp and backstage. Jeff refused to look anywhere but at the floor. Of course, waiting behind the curtain were Christian and Edge looking at you and Jeff.
This time Christian spoke "I don't care that you two are together, I just would appreciate being told that my little sib is in a relationship with someone I trust. Just don't make me regret it Hardy." Jeff finally looked up and at Christian "I won't. I don't plan on doing anything to hurt them." That made Christian and told him what he needed to know.
Edge and Christian shared a look, silently communicating about something. At times like this, you believed they could communicate telepathically, but less than a minute later Edge looked at Jeff and shocked him "Oh by the way you don't have to worry about me taking little Cage from you. I've had my eye on a different cage for a while now and that isn't going to change."
With that Christian and Edge turned and headed for their locker room. Jeff looked at you and summed up his and your feelings "Don't get me wrong your brother and Edge are cool but I think they did go a little crazy". You had to agree with him. You and Jeff just decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing after explaining a little about the situation that happened in the ring, but at the end of the day everyone was happy and that's what mattered.
#wwe imagine#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy#jeff hardy imagine#The reader is Christian's younger sibling#Edge and Christian dating is hinting at
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Hey bestie, it’s been a while!! I hope your well💗 I saw requests were open and this idea came to me after watching some old segments. Could you do a love triangle between reader, trish stratus, and Jeff Hardy?☺️
hey bestieee im doing well!!! it's been a while indeed :). hope you're doing well too! so sorry this took a while! BUT THIS REQUEST...i can't explain how good this sounds LMAO I WAS LIKE “AHHHH—“...i may have gotten a little out of hand with the sadness on this one? i also kinda based it off this chart , with jeff as A, reader as B, trish as C. reader’s feelings for trish are conflicting and she kinda doesn’t think they’re real, therefore this is very jeff centered. and also kayfabe compliant lol
you guys can have an imagine..as a treat :3 alexa, pls set the tone for us *lights dim dramatically*
YOU FELT SUFFOCATED whenever they were around. You hate Jeff. You hate Trish. You hate both of them. You hate how close they are and you wish they could never see each other again....but sometimes wishes can’t be granted.
"Trish Stratus..she's just horrible, isn't she?"
Victoria’s voice comes from behind you. She sets a neatly manicured hand onto your right shoulder and leans into your ear. “I mean, just look at them.”
You didn’t want to look and she realizes this. Her hand reaches over to grab your face to forcefully turn it in their direction.
They’re standing there, holding hands and talking to each other with the biggest smiles in the world.
“Doesn’t it just make you sick? They’re rubbing it in your face, [Name].” Victoria says. “If I were you, I’d take that pretty little face….and smash it right against the mat.”
You sigh.
Her words were clearly fueled by hate. This wasn’t advice, this was just because she hated Trish. You don’t think you’ll ever get the reason as to why. Even when you accidentally walked in on one of her meltdowns and she babbled to you about how horrible she was, you were still at a loss.
“Just because you have a vendetta against her doesn’t mean that I do. She’s my—“
“We can see it in your eyes!” Stevie Richards appears from out nowhere, startling you. You’re trying to do your makeup, goddamn it. Why’d they have to come and bother you?
You whip your head around to your right. Stevie’s staring at you with nothing but a grin. He sets his hand on your left shoulder and shakes it lightly.
“C’mon. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have a thing for that Hardy guy! Flower is right. I’m sure they make you sick!
Tch. Yeah, right. The only thing that everyone knows is that him and Trish were madly in love all of a sudden. And now that you think about it, the only thing that makes you sick was Stevie always calling Victoria that cheesy nickname.
“Hardy boy,” You correct. “And I don’t have a thing for him.”
You can see the reflection of the other two in the mirror. They’re not very convinced.
It’s not a thing. It never was a thing, you just think Jeff is pretty neat.
To put it in perspective, Jeff Hardy is someone you can rely on. Jeff Hardy is someone you can consider a hero. You really just think he’s neat for saving your neck a few times when it came to people ganging up on you.
And somehow, you feel like you owe him something in return. Him being with Trish only stalled your returning favor even further.
It’s driving you crazy. You haven’t talked to Jeff in days. All you do is avoid him. In other words, you’ve quit him, gone cold turkey.
Those two were getting closer and closer day by day and you just didn’t understand why.
Trish was your friend, best friend, and hadn’t even told you what was going on. The moment you heard the she kissed him right in the middle of the ring had made you really confused, to say the least.
Somehow, you felt yourself harboring some feelings for her as well. It was strange. You don’t really know why, but when Trish had started to tag with you, save you, (stating that she didn't want to see her friend in trouble), and hung around with you backstage, you started to think about her more often.
Things are difficult with her around. Things are difficult with the both of them around.
It’s the reason why you stopped talking to him and limited your interactions with her. This was for your own sanity, even if it wasn’t working out so well.
It truly is hard to believe you could find yourself in this situation.
Lita would constantly tell you how much Jeff missed you. For someone who was supposed to be “resting“and “healing up” because of her injury, she sure was hanging out backstage a lot more lately.
What makes matters worse is that her and Trish were best friends as well, so you’d occasionally hear her pass along messages. Ugh, you really wish she would stop telling you these things. It only makes you feel worse.
“I think you’re lying, [Name].” Victoria outright says. “You like him, no, love him. And seeing that plastic, fake, no good…” She has to stop herself from getting too wound up, taking a breath. “Seeing her makes you angry, doesn’t it?”
She’s right. You hate that she’s right. It does make you angry, but it makes you more sad than anything. You won’t admit it. You refuse.
“What makes me angry is the both of you trying to wind me up.” You throw your lip gloss to the ground. “Let me clarify. I do not and never will have a thing for Jeff Hardy!”
Perhaps your voice was louder than anticipated because suddenly, the hallway had gotten quiet. You had attracted unwanted attention, including looks from Trish and Jeff.
You take a deep breath. Victoria didn’t even know the whole story, so there’s no reason for you to act like this. As long as she hasn’t caught on about your thoughts about Trish, everything is fine and dandy.
Victoria only lets out a cackle, as does Stevie. They just couldn’t help it! The look on your face was just hilarious and you couldn’t have been anymore obvious with your true intentions about him.
Though you want to ask them what the hell was so funny, you realize there’s nothing you can do to save face, so you just storm off. You don’t think you can ever show your face backstage again after that.
The sound of footsteps behind you cause you to stop. “If the both of you are following me, I swear to god, I’ll—“
“It’s neither.” It’s Trish, all dressed up in her red ring gear. Her and Jeff were both dressed up, actually. “Were they bothering you? I can deal with them if you need.”
You wave your hand. “No, it’s no big deal.” In response, she gives you a smile, one that genuinely makes you feel sick.
There’s suddenly a strange tension in the room as Trish lifts up her hand to bite on her index fingernail. There are little details that you feel like you hadn’t noticed about her before in that moment, irrelevant as it was.
The way she curled her hair was different. Maybe it was the amount of lipgloss she applied, which seemed significantly noticeable.
The look on her face gives you the impression she’s not nervous at all, if anything, she seems a bit gleeful. “…So,” You feel like you already know what’s coming as she speaks up. “…I didn’t know you had a thing for Jeff…?”
There’s a teasing tone behind her voice, which makes you just want to quite literally leave the country and change your name. Dramatic, yes, but you feel like this is too much.
“Jeff is,” You have to pause for a minute, trying to phrase things carefully. “He’s cool. What brought you to that conclusion? I don’t have a thing for him..”
Trish probably couldn’t tell that you were in denial. “For one, your obvious yelling in the hallway. But if you say you don’t, I believe you.”
And speak of the devil, because he starts to come over to you two without a care in the world. He reaches out to hold Trish’s hand and you have to turn your attention anywhere but there.
“Hey, [Name].” Jeff greets. Honestly, he’s happy to see you. It’s been too long since you’ve spoken to him.
“Hi.” You come off bitter, but you do your best to mask any of it with a forced smile.
For some reason, Jeff feels like he’s over the moon, even if you had only greeted him. “How are you doing? Lita told me that you weren’t doing so well.“
“She’s not?” Trish turns over to look at you with a frown. “You aren’t? What’s wrong?”
Fucking Lita, again with this! This is exactly why you wish she’d just be quiet. You found yourself in a really awkward place because of her. “She’s wrong. I’m fine, like way fine.”
Jeff nods. On another note, he smelt like so much paint. If you looked closely enough, it was almost like it was fresh. You point this out in attempt to shift the topic. “You painted yourself again, huh? The colors are nice,”
The compliment you had given him about the colors had made him feel as if he was getting somewhere.
“Yeah. Sooner or later, I’ve gotta paint something on you. Pick any color and I’ll do it. Wherever you want.” He says. “You’re the canvas.”
Trish smiles. “He’s really good at it. But he’s also really good at getting it all over me..” She giggles, looking down at her hand.
There was definitely chemistry and you feel like you don’t belong. It pains you. “Hey, I just noticed. Do you two have a match tonight or something?”
“We do!” Trish chimes. “It’s funny you say that. It’s against Victoria and Stevie Richards. Don’t worry, we’ll kick their butt for you. Speaking of which, I think we have to go to gorilla. Let's go, Jeff.”
“Have a good match.” You wave. They both thank you and leave you be, but you can see them talking on their own as they head down the corridor.
You’re alone with your thoughts once more, that is until a sickeningly sweet voice had made you groan.
“Oh sweet, sweet [Name].” Victoria coos, reaching over to caress your cheek. You swipe her hand away and she laughs. “I think that was so rude. The audacity of him, right? Just showing up with her like that in front of you.”
You just stare at her.
She continues on, knowing that she’s got you right where she wants. “Now that you know we have a match against them...come with us.”
It sounds more like a command than a request and she’s smiling all the while. “Having them lose would make them feel like they’ve lost everything."
Is that really true? No, is that what you really want? You're hesitant. “I don’t know, it seems a little—“
She quickly cuts you off. “You can trust me, [Name]. We’re friends.”
Friends. You’ve heard that word a lot lately. But you feel as if you had no other choice, you had to trust Victoria. So, you end up following her to gorilla in hopes of getting what you want.
When it was your turn, commentary referred to you as something akin to a lost puppy. You were clearly hesitating, taking painfully slow steps down the ramp.
Stevie has to rush back to grab you by the arm and pull you down the ramp a bit faster, which makes you yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! You’re grabbing me too tight—!” He pays no mind to your complaint, instead presenting you to the duo in the ring as if you were a trophy.
Trish and Jeff were confused. Really confused. Why were you out here with them? The two pass whispers amongst each other while Stevie joins Victoria in the ring.
You can’t look them in the eye, so you try and focus on Stevie as he’s the one to start the match with Jeff. As soon as they lock up, you let out a shrill for Stevie.
It almost makes Jeff break it up, so Stevie quickly takes advantage and stiffs him a bit. You lean your head onto the apron. It's going to be a long one..
So far, Victoria and Stevie weren’t doing too well. Trish and Jeff were completely dominating them and it makes you irritated. You want to help them out a bit. It’s Victoria and Trish in the ring while Jeff and Stevie were going at it outside.
Trish irish whips Victoria into the corner, and the latter brings up her knee to slam right into Trish’s face. As a rebound, Trish decides to hit the Stratusphere once Victoria starts to climb onto the top rope.
Alright, you can’t keep watching anymore. You absolutely have to interfere! Once she grabs her from off of the ground and starts heading towards the rope, you already know she’s about to do Stratusfaction.
In an attempt to stop her, you hop up onto the apron. The referee tries to stop you from getting in in the meanwhile. It’s clear that she hesitates coming towards your side, which gives Victoria enough time to try and reverse it into a Widow’s Peak.
Trish is able to maneuver her way back out of it though, much to your surprise. And instead of hesitating any further, she grabs Victoria by the back of her hair and uses you as leverage for her finisher. It hurt like hell once you hit the ground.
…Actually, you may have landed wrong. Almost immediately, a shot of pain had shot up your right leg, making you curl up and grab onto it. The crowd to let out a gasp.
‘[Name] falling off the apron, by god, that was a nasty fall!’ JR calls. ‘This may be bad news!’
On the other side of him, Jerry cries out. ‘Oh no! Come over here, [Name]! I’ll nurse it better!’
You don’t know what sucks more, the sound of the bell ringing along with Trish’s theme music or the fact you may have been injured. What if you’re taken off of TV? You feel like you’ll have to share your time off with Lita, who would probably drive you insane the entire time.
This is really bad. What starts to make it worse is that Stevie starts to stomp over to you. You can barely stand, which makes him yank you up harshly. He guided you over to the ring and pushed you in.
Now, you’ll have to answer to Victoria. As you try and use the ropes to get up, she stands over you, jabbing a finger in your face. “What the hell was that, [Name]?!”
“I was trying to help you!” It’s safe to say you’re afraid of Victoria right now. She's so unstable, you hated to be on her bad side. "I was!"
"We LOST!" She screams. "That bitch won! And it's all because of you! Guess what?! You're going to pay!"
Shit. Stevie grabs you and lifts you up, keeping you in a hold so that he’s got your arms hooked behind you. Victoria felt that she had no other choice but to punish you.
She reels her arm back in preparation. On instinct, you close your eyes.
…But nothing ever comes. You hear the crowd begin to cheer louder and you open your eyes to see that Trish had slid back into the ring and knocked her down. They move out of the ring, giving the other two enough space.
Of course, Jeff came back, easily maneuvering over to you and Stevie. He lets you go and you crash onto the ground, only able to watch them go at it.
Your leg was definitely busted. You can barely move! Luckily, the fight between the boys in the ring hadn’t last too long. Stevie rolls out of the ring to escape, while Jeff quickly comes over to you.
“Ya’ alright?”
"Besides my leg feeling like it's broken, sure, I'm alright." You sarcastically remark. He starts to walk and you try to hop along with him. “Dude, you’re going to have to slow down.”
“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes, slowing his speed so that you’re comfortable. You note that he’s not as harsh as Stevie was. He’s trying to guide you to the very edge of the ring.
…But he suddenly stops halfway before you get there. “What’re you doing?” You ask.
Jeff doesn’t reply.
Will he’ll regret this later? It didn’t matter. Before you can question him again, he reaches over to grab your face and brings you in for a quick kiss.
You don’t even know what to do. It was so fast, you didn’t even get the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to kiss back or not.
Perhaps it’s a random act of kindness. Maybe even an act of sympathy? You’re not even sure. You just look dumbfounded.
That’s the first time he’s ever done that. He goes back to helping you out of the ring without a word and you feel like it’s for the best.
Somehow, you have to fight the growing smile on your face, despite how much guilt may lie beneath.
Jeff Hardy is a strange individual, that’s for sure. But you know that he’ll always be a hero at the end of the day.
#i made it a little opened ended#it’s the perfect time to ask for part two hehe.#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy x reader#wwe imagine#wwe imagines#trish stratus imagine#trish stratus x reader#wwf imagine#wwf x reader#jeff hardy
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i just need more jeff hardy fics dude, i swear i’ve read them all😭
#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy#wweuniverse#wwe superstars#the hardys#the hardy boys#90s wwf#lita wwe#matt hardy#the enigma
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Trust Me
Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Smut. Cursing, Fingering, Fluff, Oral, (Reader Receiving), Make Up Sex, Praise, Rough Sex, Soft Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 1,888
Request/Summary: "Uhm can u do an oneshot for " Jeff Hardy x fem reader" which Jeff thought the reader is cheating on him but then the reader explains to him it was wrong... With arguments and smut. I'd really Appreciate it <3"
A/N: Requested by someone on Wattpad. Also, sorry it's very long. Hope You Enjoy!
When your phone dinged at an incoming message, you didn't expect the message to be from your friend of 10 years, Edge.
You haven't seen him in such a long time, so when he asked if you wanted to meet up at a local coffee shop, who were you to say no? But there was only one problem.
The problem was that Jeff and Edge never liked each other. It wasn't no secret that the two didn't like each other and it didn't help that you were best friends with one and dating the other.
You were getting dressed in a casual outfit when Jeff walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Where ya going?" You smiled at the pepper kisses he placed on your neck. "Just to meet a friend, it shouldn't take long."
You weren't gonna be specific on who you were meeting, knowing it would start something. "Okay, hope you have fun." He gave one last kiss before walking in the living room. You let out a breath of relief and called Edge. "He doesn't know I'm coming to see you. I'm on my way."
Little did you know, Jeff was on the other side, listening to it all.
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When you made it to the shop, you looked around for a second before catching the eye of the blonde boy. "Oh my god, Edge! Is that really you?!" Edge smiled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'm back, baby." You hugged him, missing the feeling of him in your arms.
You two sat down and began talking. "I have so much to tell you, but I'm a little hungry." You both ordered coffee and catched up on things that’s been happening over the years.
"How's Christian been?" Edge shrugged his shoulders. "We haven't been in contact as much, but I can tell you he's doing great." You two kept talking about life, almost forgetting about Jeff until Edge mentioned him.
"So how's you and Jeff?" The tone of Edge's voice when saying Jeff's name didn't go unnoticed. "We've been good. I met his parents for the first time last month, so that's been great." Edge nodded his head at your statement. He then reached for something in his pocket. "Well, wanna play cards?"
A smile rose on your face at his words. "You sure know how to bring back memories!" You and Edge used to play cards backstage at the arena to kill time before a match.
Edge pulled out a notebook to keep score. "Only 10 rounds, I gotta make dinner for Jeff." Edge out his hands up in surrender. "Yes Ma'am."
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After about 2 hours, Jeff started getting suspicious. You called someone and said that 'He doesn't know I'm coming.' and that 'I'm on my way.' And then you disappear.
He checked the tracking app from his phone and saw you were at a coffee shop down the street. He walked all the way down there and was pissed off at the sight.
You were playing cards with his known enemy, Edge while laughing at some joke he made, but all Jeff could do was watch. Watch HIS girlfriend with another man.
Jealousy took over his body as he walked back home. He couldn't believe you were going behind his back to see someone like Edge.
Y'all were definitely gonna have a talk about this later.
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Even though you both agreed till the 10th round, you ended up going to the 26th. You didn't realize until you looked down at the score. "Oh, we've been going at it for a while. Ready to head out?" You answered with a 'Yes', grabbing your stuff and making your way to his car.
The drive was short, so it was no surprise that you made it there quickly. "Alright I'll see you next time you're here." As you were walking up the driveway a gush of heavy wind came by, making your hair go crazy.
You searched for your keys in your purse, but the door opened revealing Jeff standing there with a cold expression. "Babe, what are you doing out"
Before you could finish your sentence, he took you over his shoulder, carrying you to the room. "Jeff, babe, put me down!" You wiggled in his hold, but nothing worked. He turned around looking at you with anger.
"Have fun?" Your face formed in confusion. "Have fun with what?" Jeff laughed, rubbing his beard. "Don't play with me, Y/n. I know all about you and Edge." You looked at him offended. "You think me and Edge are-"
You stopped yourself from completing the sentence."Y'know what, I'm not even gonna continue this with you." You attempted to walk past him, but Jeff grabbed your arm. "No, we are gonna continue this. How did he feel? Did he fuck you like I do?”
You pushed him back, scoffing. "I did not fuck Edge. He's just a friend." Jeff rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just a friend, but you stay out until 2 in the afternoon and come back with messy hair."
"If you're gonna come after me, come after me right. Don't start these false accusations because you're jealous of me." Once more you tried walking past him, but this time he pinned you to the wall. "You need to watch who you're talking to."
You tried pushing him back, but he was way stronger than you. "Jeff, we're not about to argue over some stupid shit. I did not fuck Edge, nor do I want to fuck Edge." You finally walked past him, entering the room, taking off your shoes.
"Just admit it. Admit that you were cheating on me, and maybe I'll give you another chance." You looked at him with disbelief. "Jeff, I already told you that I'm not cheating on you. Why won't you believe me?" Jeff's eyes grew wide as his hands went to his hair.
"What do you mean, Y/n?! You go behind my back, talking to someone you know I don't like, stay out with him until 2 in the afternoon, and then you come back with messy hair. What am I supposed to think?!"
Although he did have a point, it wasn't what it seemed. "Jeff, it's not like that. I didn't tell you because I knew you would act like this. I didn't see the time because we were playing cards, and the wind got my hair messy. It's all just a bunch of coincidences!"
Jeff wanted to believe you, but he couldn't trust you with all these 'coincidences'. "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I don't think you'll like what's gonna happen next." You let out a breath of annoyance. "No you won't like what's gonna happen next because if you can't trust me, then why are we still together?"
Silence took over the two of y'all as you asked him that. "Why are you standing here arguing with me if you can't trust me? Just break up with me!" Your voice cracked at your last sentence, making Jeff's facial expressions soften. You grabbed some clothes and locked yourself in the bathroom.
Jeff felt like a total asshole now. He walked over to the door, sitting on the ground. "Babe, I'm sorry. I-" He didn't know how to explain his thoughts. He already expressed it during the argument.
"I trust you, it's just I don't trust him. I feel like he's trying to take you away from me and I got scared. I love you so much, just please don't leave me."
Hearing his pleading made you feel slightly bad, but at the same time you didn't want to give in so easily. "Y/n, come out. Please." You opened the door and was met with Jeff, clinging to you. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
You rubbed your hand through his hair. "It's okay, I understand." You tried ending it there, but Jeff had other plans. "No, I need to show you how sorry I am." You were about to ask him what he meant until he picked you up and put you on the bed.
He got on top of you, placing gentle kisses to your lips. His hands went down to your shorts and panties, pulling them down. As he slithered down your body, he kissed every place he could. "Gonna make you feel good, baby."
Your hands went to his hair, guiding him to your wet core. He licked a small strip up and lips, humming at the sweet taste. "No teasing, please." He chuckled at your neediness, but complied, wrapping his lips around your clit. You grind your hips against his face as he lapped at your folds, moaning at the taste, but also giving you more pleasure from the vibrations.
Jeff showed much love to you as he ate you out. He tried taking his time with you, but you wanted more. "More, Jeff, I need more." Jeff pushed two fingers in, hitting your sweet spot. "Shit!" Your back arched off the bed, making Jeff pin your hips down.
He continued licking at your clit while fingering you fast. You were squirming all around, trying to run from him from all the pleasure he was giving you. Your hands were fisting the sheets as you felt your high coming near.
Jeff stopped quickly, earning a whine from you. "Wanna make you cum on my cock." He took his pants and boxers off, pumping himself. You couldn't take it anymore after being cut off your high.
You pulled him to you, forcing himself in you with a groan. "S-shit, Y/n. Such a needy thing, aren't you?" He stopped teasing when your thighs wrapped around his waist, trying to push him deeper. He gave slow small thrusts, not wanting to go too fast.
You were getting annoyed and feeling so close. “C’mon Jeff, fuck me.” You moved your body, attempting to match his thrusts, but Jeff only slowed down. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m just gonna call Edge.”
Jeff didn’t know what that sentence did to him, but next thing he knew, he flipped you over, planted his feet on the bed, and began thrusting up into you at a harsh pace.
Your cries bounced off the walls of your home was sure to cause a noise complaint, but you could care less. He leaned up and sucked on your neck, so hard that you let out a broken cry. He made sure to leave a dark hickey, so everyone could see.
Skin clapping and your screams were heard around the room as your high came back again. “J-Jeff, slow-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because of the way he was making you feel. “You gonna cum?” You nodded your head not trusting your voice. “Cum for me then.”
His hand backed up his words, rubbing at your clit. Your vision turned white as you cummed, not hearing anything, but mumbled praises from Jeff. “Good girl, let it all out.” Your body went limp as Jeff’s thrusts slowed.
You didn’t even know that he came until you felt his cum dripping out of you. You both laid on top of each other, catching your breaths. “I’m sorry.” Jeff apologized, again. “It’s okay, stop apologizing.” You rubbed patterns in his chest.
“I just want you to trust me.”
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Jeff Hardy - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings
Series:
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One Shots:
Neighbors -💖/🚫
Summary: You get a new neighbor who's bit of an asshole. (Fluff, No Warnings)
Tag Team Lovers -💖/🚫
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. (Commission, Fluff, No Warnings)
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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.
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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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Dating Jeff Hardy
I’m almost certain I’ve done these before but this version is better lmao
Just fluff x
Jeff likes you to sit in his studio while he paints. Not necessarily so he can paint you (he does paint you often), he just likes your presence. Usually, you chill in the room reading a book almost oblivious to whatever he is doing. You catch him watching you quite often.
He has written so many songs about you. He has a little notebook with all his song ideas in it and a good chunk are heavily inspired by you. He’s a little embarassed to show you some of them, it’s like letting you into his brain. He tells you he’ll record you a whole album one day.
He loves taking late night walks with you. Conversations just seem easier at night, sometimes you can wander for hours with him just talking about life. It totally screws with your sleep schedule but you dont mind, you wouldn’t trade this time for the world.
He needs to hold your hand in crowded places, it grounds him. Large crowds are definitely not his thing but knowing you are right next to him makes them slightly more manageable. Matt teases him about it when you're not around and offers to take your place.
He isn’t good at giving gifts, he overthinks it. He once spent an hour trying to pick a card for your birthday because he wanted the perfect one. Usually he convinces Reby or Matt to help him out.
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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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I was meant to send this earlier but I’m just now getting to it.
AEW stars of your choice reacting to the fem!reader having her/a wrestlermaiea moment, like winning a title or ended a rivalry.
AEW Stars React to: Your Wrestlemania Moment
Pairings: Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia X Fem! Reader, Mark Briscoe X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Hook X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader
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Supreme Speaks: Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting and supporting me. I apologize for being off the radar as shit as been hitting the fan in my life. I will upload more posts this week. But as always, my inbox and requests is open for everyone. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.
Warnings: None really....i think, gifs are not mine, I repeat: gifs are NOT mine
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Backstory
Winning the Title:
You won the Royal Rumble and had a first-class ticket to Wrestlemania
Where, also, you had the opportunity to the main event with Becky (Or Charlotte or whoever else you want)
After a feud that has been brewing for a couple of months, it all came down to this
You were gonna walk in as the challenger and walk out as the champion
And you did exactly that
All while giving the crowd and fans around the world memorable moments and five-star moves
After 15 minutes, the bell rung and all was said and done as you held the championship over your head
You celebrated with those at ringside (family, friends, fans) before blowing a kiss to the camera
But most importantly to the person who has always supported you, no matter where he is
Ending a Rivalry:
You have been in a rivalry with Liv Morgan (or someone else)
At first, you two were running the division as a tag team before being split up due to comparisons and underlying tensions
After months and months of scathing promos, vicious attacks, and iconic moments
You two were set to wrestle in a No Holds Barred match at Wrestlemania
Even though y’all weren’t the main event, ya’ll stole the show
With moments that involved blood (if you wish), ladders, kendo sticks, and breaking tables
In the end, you were the only one standing with your hand raised as the winner
You helped Liv up before hugging in the middle of the ring
Eddie Kingston
This man would be screaming “I told you so” to everyone and their mommas
Blows up your phone with spam of “You did good! I guess” “Drag her!” “Dawg you suck lol jk” “I’m proud”
You know how Eddie just randomly posts stuff? He’ll just post a pic of you at Wrestlemania followed by memes or old Japanese Wrestling
Eddie would try his best to promote your win to everyone in his line of sight
Cuts a promo and ends with “Also, congrats to Y/N! Hella proud of you skunk”
I also have a feeling that because Eddie is close with you, he would take this win for you a little more personally than how people would expect
He’s happy that you’re experiencing something that he has yet to have
Ricky Starks
MANS IS HELLA PROUD
Wishes he was there ringside, but Ricky sends his support from afar
Make three separate Instagram posts and five tweets about you, all talking about how you’re amazing (and how you’ll meet stroke daddy later)
“LOOK AT MY BABY WITH THE W”
Makes all of his friends congratulate you with posts and comments (will literally take their phones and do it for them if they don’t)
Refers to you in promos to make his opponents (especially ex-WWE) jealous
“Well, unlike you, my girlfriend was actually able to have her Mania moment”
Spoils with presents (wink wink) you as soon as you guys are reunited
Daniel Garcia
THIS MAN IS A MENACE WITH YOUR WIN
“Your win is my win right? So technically I won at Wrestlemania too?” “No.”
Makes your win his Twitter header (don’t matter if you’re together or not)
Will brag on Isiah’s vlogs and to the JAS
Will taunt people like “Did your girlfriend win at Wrestlemania? No, didn’t think so”
Like Ricky, he will post you on his Instagram and Twitter with simple or funny captions
Would genuinely be proud of you and all of your accomplishments;
And would definitely make your Wrestlemania picture/outfit his Home Screen
Mark Briscoe (My twin flame)
HOMEBOY FUNNY AS FUCK
Would definitely tell you that he saw it coming “I CALLED IT!”
Would send you some flowers that remind him of you and tells you that you did a good job
Mark will ramble on and on about your match to Penta and Fenix
Will turn a promo into being about your win
Will compare your victory to an animated movie where the hero wins all the time
“You know like that one film?” “Cars?” “No…Up! That’s what it called”
Although he hasn’t made it to WWE yet, he is extremely proud of you and will defend your victory till the very end
Jeff Hardy
THIS MAN IS BEYOND EXCITED
As a man who has had his Wrestlemania moment; he’s happy that he had yours sooner rather than later
Will recount his own Wrestlemania moments and reminisce as he looks at your bright smile
Jeff would be the one who dedicates his next gear and facepaint to your Wrestlemania gear
Gives you a spill (speech) about living up to standards and upstaging yourself on future occasions
“And if you don’t feel confident…just jump off the ladder, the floor will catch you”
I want to say that in future matches he would use your signature move or like a common move that you use
Jeff is so damn sweet and will continuously support your accomplishments
Dante Martin
This man is a cutie patootie
Darius would definitely post Dante’s reaction (involves him jumping up and down and screaming at the screen)
Would FaceTime you and just listen to you talk about the entire thing from your perspective
Would call/text you “I’m so proud of you baby”
Cites you (and this specific moment) as his inspiration for future interviews
Would have flowers delivered to you with a little note attached
Hook:
His silent celebrations speak volumes
Would definitely take you out to show how proud he is
I feel like that Hook would be the type to like a post about your victory/moment
But what would really solidify your relationship would be that he posted you on his story with a black heart
That’s also how he confirms your relationship
The wrestling world goes wild as he also wears a hoodie of your merch or posts a picture of ya’ll kissing
Like Dante would also have flowers delivered to you, idc what you say
"I love you and I'm so proud of you"
#aew#all elite wrestling#all elite wrestling imagines#jeff hardy#jeff hardy imagine#daniel garcia#aew hook imagine#eddie kingston#aew imagine#eddie kingston imagine#aew hook#daniel garcia x reader#dante martin#dante martin imagine#ricky starks#ricky starks imagine#mark briscoe#mark briscoe roh
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ID LIKE TO REQUEST SOMETHING LIV‼️‼️‼️ if i can 😭
maybe jeff with an oblivious reader or the other way around? whatever u think…. And then maybe Matt and Lita are like “THIS IS GETTING ON MY NERVES” or some shit?????!!!!
ur da best!
AN UNSUSPECTING LOVER
The adrenaline after a match always made your head pound and your body jittery. Especially for the likes of Y/N, who pushed through the curtain with a limp and a gleaming smile from the praise of backstage staff. They were quick to ask for the nearest source of water which, for some reason, was only in catering. Out of breath and truly now deperate for water- because why would they only have it in catering and have catering like, five miles away from the gorilla?? Either way, Y/N, walked into catering with an agitated sigh and finally reached their prized water.
Half way through their water bottle, Y/N heard familiar laughter from behind them. Turning around and taking the plastic bottle from their lips, they were quick to find Team Xtreme who had very clearly been watching them.
“Oh, hey guys!” Now, out of breath from chugging the much aforementioned water, they greeted the three with a grin while moving over to the table they were seated at. Lita returned their cheerful hello from her place in between the boys and Matt gave Y/N a smile across the table.
“Hi, n/n.” Jeff looked up at them leaning into the vacant chair next to him, love sick expression too obvious to everyone but them.
“Hi, Jeff.” They repeated, voice as sweet as can be and grin growing cheekier. “Oh, did you see my match?” They leaned in closer to him, giving his arm a -unfortunately, for Jeff- friendly swat. “I tried to do a Swanton variation thing, was it any good?”
“It was great, I loved it! Everything you do’s perfect, wouldn't have expected any less.” Matt scoffed at the infatuated boy and Lita swatted at him- a lot less nice than y/n had done to Jeff.
“Oh, you’re too sweet!” They moved even closer, hand gently landing on his shoulder at his compliment. “Well, I’m gonna get going, I gotta shower. But I’ll see you guys!” As they walked away, Lita quickly turned to Jeff with wide eyes, expecting something from him. But he only sat and watched their leaving form.
“Jeff! You were supposed to ask them out!” She stressed, exasperated.
“Oops.” He mumbled from behind his hand of the arm he had propped up against the back of his chair, eyes never leaving y/n.
“God, I am so sick of this! Matt, give him some advice, how’d you ask me out?”
“Uh, I just kinda kissed you.”
“And then?” Lita egged him on.
“And then you told me we were going on a date..” At Matt’s quiet confession, Lita pushes up from her chair, hands slamming against the table.
“You guys are so useless, I have to do everything around here! Why can’t you just come out and say that you like them instead of looking at them like a little love sick puppy all the time!”
“Lita, I really have been trying everything. I even did the whole hand size comparison thing you told me to do! Y/n’s just..not into me.” Jeff sunk into his chair as he spoke before hearing a scoff at the table next to them to find Billy Gunn, who had turned away from his conversation with a couple other people waiting for the night to end.
“Yeah, right. Do you not see the way that kid looks at you? Plus, one time Hunter asked them out and they said no- ‘cause they were goin’ out with you that night- but they would love to hang out some other time. Y/n’s just a little oblivious sometimes, you gotta put it right in their face.” Billy turned back to his prior conversation, leaving Jeff to swallow all of that. Lita, still very frustrated let out an angry groan.
“Well, if you know all that and still won’t do anything, then I’ll do this myself too!”
“Yeah, Jeff, shes gonna do it herself.” Matt smuggly told his brother, kicking his feet into Lita’s abandoned chair. Jeff glared over at him, before quickly leaving his seat and following after Lita.
Jeff had easily found Lita- banging on your locker room door. Jeff tried to pull her away before you heard, but the door opened just as he reached her.
“What? What’s the matter?” Y/n stressed, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. Jeff drew in a breath and quickly flushed, turning away from the door but Lita quickly turned him back and grabbed him by the bicep.
“He’s got something to tell you.” Lita spoke as she looked over at him, raising her eyebrows with expectancy and shoved him into the room, almost into y/n, before quickly making her exit.
“So, whattaya gotta tell me?” Y/n asked, a little uncomfortable from the semi-wet clothes stuck to their body after rushing to get dressed.
Jeff shifted nervously, eyes moving around the room to meet anything but y/n, taking a quick breath before finally spitting it out.
“I really like you, n/n. Um, a lot.”
“Oh. Well, I like you too!” Y/n answered, their smile shining bright. Jeff smiled softly at them, all nerves leaving him.
“You do?”
“‘Course I like you, you’re my best friend!” Jeff couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at their explanation, his head falling and hand coming to rub at his temples. “What’s wrong? Did I say something bad?”
“No, sweetheart. I meant-“ He couldn’t help but burst into sweet laughter again, looking up at them. “I meant in a romantic way. I want to go out with you, and kiss you, and spend long, peaceful nights with you.”
“Oh.” Y/n’s voice was soft, face burning from a bit of embarrassment but also from Jeff’s endearing words. “I didn’t- I didn’t think you were into me like that.”
“Is it okay that I am?” His voice turned soft too. He stepped forward, softly grasping their forearm. Y/n’s hand moved to touch his arm too, the room filled with a tension much better than the anxiety it held earlier.
“It’s perfect. Is it okay I’m into you like that?” Soft voices turning to whispers, adoration burning further in their close proximity. His thumb smoothed over their skin, grasping a bit firmer, but still very softly. His other hand moved up, taking place on their cheek.
“That's all I could ever ask for.”
y/n is very much sunshine in this, dont know y ig i just felt like it but either way yippee!! this was fun to write and a lil corny but i love making mr jeffro a lover boy also dont know where the water bottle obsession came from I just ran with it after I wrote it (a bit of an unconscious solitude reference perhaps?) also Lita is a girlboss
the first bit of this was very fun to write while staring at that pic teehee he is so silly and u are so amazing rita <33 thank you for requesting 😽😽
and my tumblr is fr actually fully functioning rn so it let me do the little keep reading thing!! it never appears up on my computer for whatever reason but this did take me like an hour to reread bc im watching one of my fav streamers and kept getting distracted so I really didn’t reread it very well tbh
#liv writes;*!#jeff hardy x reader#lita#jeff hardy#matt hardy#billy gunn#(just for a lil bit but he is there!)#wwe#wwf#aew#jeff hardy imagine#i luv him#(and i luv rita 2)#sorry this is so short :((
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We'll Meet Again
Paring: Jeff Hardy × Oc
Fandom: Wwe
Request: Yes, by anon
Summary: Two wrestlers in a relationship. What happens? That's simple, right person, wrong time.
Note: Jeff has never been with Beth in this. nothing against Beth I just thought it would better, this also takes place around the early 2000s
Warning: mention of addiction
Everyone knows the saying "right person, wrong time". Of course, not everyone believes that. Sometimes you don't really how true that can be until you're in that situation.
Jeff Hardy, the famous high flyer and daredevil was one of the people that didn't believe in the saying. He didn't understand how you could meet the right person at the wrong time. Now it wasn't like Jeff was single, it was quite the opposite actually. Jeff was dating the wonderful Raven better known as Sabien.
Raven a fellow high flyer and daredevil. One that could even rival that of Jeff hardy was someone that believed in the saying "right person wrong time". Raven believes this because they knew Jeff was the one for them. He was the person they saw forever with. They didn't see themselves with anyone else, after all, Raven and Jeff have been dating for a few years.
Raven and Jeff were in a mostly perfect relationship. The one problem they never really had time with each other due to their job. Raven didn't like how little time they and Jeff got together but they would never say anything as they understood why it was like this.
Jeff was affected by the lack of time he got with his partner but he couldn't do much. He'd gain a ton of popularity, so wwe wanted to use him more than before leaving him with not much free time. This however had worn him out. Jeff knew it was affecting the reliability and he felt horrible about it. There was one solution that lived in the back of his mind that he didn't want to go to unless it was absolutely the last choice.
Jeff knew what would happen if this kept up. Of course, he cared about Raven and loved them therefore it'd be unfair to them if Jeff kept them in a relationship that was becoming distant because of how busy he was. There were two very difficult work schedules between the two.
One day it happens. Jeff had gotten even busier and barely responded to messages from Raven. He felt horrible. It was wrong to keep them in a relationship that was basically dead. He cared about Raven too much to do that to them. At this moment, this break-up was about to change a lot for both of them.
Raven had put all of their energy and focus into training and wrestling. Their friends had an idea of what happened. It was hard not to since they stopped talking about Jeff like they used to instead opting to avoid the topic of Jeff altogether. Raven wasn't doing well but that was no surprise. They used to gush about how amazing Jeff was, how much they love him, and how much they saw a future with him. The break-up had hit Raven hard.
How was Jeff handling the break-up? He hadn't even gotten time to process it. He'd been so busy until now. Jeff was worn out and had fallen down a bad spiral, due to this wwe had no choice but to let him go. He'd violated the wellness policy. Having a lot of time for himself, Jeff realized that he made quite a few mistakes. Jeff knew what he needed to do and he was going to achieve those things regardless of what got in the way.
Raven had heard about what happened, they wanted to be there to support Jeff but also knew he needed space to think, so they choose to support him from the shadows. How did they do that? by sending small gifts as encouragement, every gift had a small note with it. Raven was unsure if they wanted Jeff to know it was from them or not. Of course, Raven knew how Jeff was doing. How? Simply, you can't be friends with only one Hardy, especially when you were dating one for a long period of time.
Matt wasn't oblivious to the break-up between Raven and Jeff. Jeff had explained everything to Matt. After that conversation, Matt texted Raven as quickly as he could. He knew how much Jeff meant to them. Matt hadn't seen anyone look at Jeff like Raven did. They always look at Jeff like he was perfect and to Raven he was. If Matt is being honest with himself he saw Raven as a younger sibling and fully thought that one day Jeff and Raven would have gotten married. Honestly, Matt was surprised they weren't already married with how they looked and felt about each other.
Jeff had caused the world to worry when he disappeared for a full year. He didn't wrestle; he didn't post on social media. Why? He was busy getting him and his life together, well partly. He was clean. He was in amazing shape. There was one that had changed over that year and confirmed to him that he was missing one thing.
Jeff Nero Hardy has come to believe in the saying "right person, wrong time". The year of nothing having Raven by his side physically was dreadful. Of course, he knew the random little gifts were from Raven. It always brought a smile to his face to know they were supporting him even if it was from a distance. Yet it had been in this time he realized the mistake in the relationship he'd made and he made sure to fix those things about himself.
How did Raven and the rest of the world find out Jeff was doing amazing? By his music playing and him walking to the ring with a purpose of course. Can there be a Jeff return if it wasn't at least a little shocking and crazy?
Raven was in their locker room watching the show and drawing new wrestling gear when they heard it. His music. Raven's attention snaps to the tv to see a very happy and healthy Jeff Hardy standing on the ramp. They saw the look in his eyes. They knew whatever he was about to say or due had a purpose that was special to him and it was a purpose that only appeared in certain situations, like when he'd talk about his art, music, wrestling, and Raven. Raven paid attention to what Jeff was doing and saying.
Jeff being the very caring person he is explained exactly what happened to the fans, but everyone including Raven and Matt were curious what the one thing he realized he was missing. Raven had a feel it might have to do with them but they were unsure until Jeff answered everyone's curiosity. It was Raven that he was missing in his life. Once again he explained exactly what happened. Jeff refused to leave until he had his best friend and partner by his side again. He know the only way for that to happen was for him to be completely honest and vulnerable so that's exactly what he was.
What Jeff didn't expect was for Raven to come out. Everyone could tell by the shocked look that was mixed with a look of love. Raven had gotten in the ring and stood in front of Jeff. Jeff had just spilled everything he'd been holding back over the year out and for once he had absolutely no clue how Raven would react. Raven hugged Jeff. They didn't say anything until the mic was far enough away so it wouldn't pick anything up. The fans were unsure how to react to what was going on. That was until everyone saw Raven and Jeff looking at each other while smiling and having a look of pure love on their faces.
Jeff was the one to explain the situation in one sentence. "The Hardy boys and Sabien are back together." The fans started going crazy and cheering like crazy. The friends of the two daredevils were extremely happy to finally see the two back together.
Jeff said he refused to leave until he had his best friend and partner by his side again. Now he was perfectly fine with leaving. He had his best friend and love by his side and life felt fucking amazingly perfect.
Jeff and Raven would go on to get married a few years later. Matt walked Raven down the aisle. It was a perfect day. A few years ago their wedding the two would end up with two amazing daughters.
Jeff and Raven continue to have long, happy wrestling careers. Jeff would later be inducted into the hall of fame by his brother and his partner. That same night Raven was inducted by their brother-in-law and their husband.
A perfect ending to their crazy love story that made two strong believers in "right person, wrong time." For Jeff and Raven had gotten their version of a happy ending.
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ATTITUDE || 021
heyyy here's an attitude for you..id just like to issue an apology LOL. see what had happened was i lost my inspo and was like "ah fuck it" then i came back and rewrote it then i was like "ah fuck it" again.
writer's block can be pretty demotivating (well of course it is lol!!) but i just didnt wanna do anything at all booo. :(
this is 50/50 kayfabe again...i never found a common ground. segments and shit you know?? as i said this is a bit short so stay tuned for more. Just LET ME COOK GUYS.
YOU JUST CAN’T believe Jeff found you in the locker room. The audacity he even has to show up! Well, you’re going to try and give him a piece of your mind anyway.
At Jeff’s request, Debra nodded. “Yes. I’ll step out for a bit.” She gives you one last look before she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.
You wait for a minute, making sure that she’s truly gone before speaking.
“…I am one second from strangling you in this very room.” You warn. Jeff’s starting to feel nervous again. Was this really a good decision? Probably not. He can tell that you’re incredibly volatile. This is way too tense. “You know, no one can hear you scream.”
Truth be told, Jeff couldn’t even remember he’s been in a situation like this. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s had one. He chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure.”
You’re waiting for him to say something else, but it seems like he’s gone silent for the time being. “I thought you were going to talk to me?”
“I was. I’m just not sure what to say.” Jeff admits. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and the moment he doesn’t answer or even ask a question in the way you wanted, he feels like you’ll attack at any moment. “And I know ya’ want some answers.”
You do. You really do.
“You just have to understand. Raven’s not good enough for you and you know it.”
Somehow, it’s always the same thing. Every single time. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. You don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for him to have ruined your match.
“Jeff, you say that every time!” You sound incredibly exasperated saying those words and you couldn’t help it. “He is good enough for me, he’s better than you ever could be, too! How could I ever love someone like you?”
Jeff’s pretty much speechless. How could you say those things so easily? It rolled off of your tongue with no issue whatsoever. No stuttering, no unease. Just like that.
“You’ve hurt Lita, someone who’s supposed to be your friend. Hell, you’ve even hurt Matt, your own brother. What’s it to say you can’t hurt me, huh?“
“I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you like you hurt me. If we’re talking about hurting people, we need to talk about that stunt you pulled earlier.” He says. “If I give you answers for what I did, you give me answers for what you did.”
And just like that, you already feel stressed out. You can’t help but to put a hand on your forehead. “You’re not going to understand why.”
“Huh, then I guess you won’t understand why I beat the hell out of Raven.” The tone of his voice makes you wince a bit. He sounds annoyed, an emotion you don’t think you’ve heard from him quite yet. “You don’t have a choice but to love me, [Name].”
“I do, and trust me, I wouldn’t pick y—“
He cuts you off, his expression souring. “You’re lying to yourself.”
Then he gets closer, which starts to break down your irritation. “Be honest, you love me. You would’ve loved if we did fuck when we were alone in the medic room and I’m sure you would’ve loved if that happened in the hotel room, too.”
Nevermind. Your irritation shoots up even further. Jeff’s words were coming off aggressive. You’ve never even heard him curse like that before, let alone even say something so vulgar.
“Oh, please!” You exclaim. “You know what I’d love the most right now? If you get the fuck out! Get out! Get out right now! Right now!!”
His words brought you to the edge and you hate how quickly he did that. You will never admit how easy it is for him to get under your skin, whether it be good or bad. Stupid excuses. Then he has the audacity to try and have an attitude about things? Just forget it. No more amends.
He just doesn’t understand. As of right now, everything is his fault!
“[Name], I know you’ve got your issues. But you can’t keep lying to yourself and I can’t keep giving you chances. I’m done being nice.” He reaches out towards you, you know that he wants to touch you, but he settles for just holding your arm. “I’ll make it so that ya’ never forget me. I got suspended for you! Doesn’t that mean anything..? Something for us?”
“You need to understand that there wasn’t ever an us!” You exclaim. He deserved that suspension. Before he could respond, you start to yell that ‘he has my arm!’ and scream in hopes of someone hearing. Your prayers are answered when Debra bursts into the room shortly after.
“What in god’s name is going on in here?!” She exclaims, nearly knocking the door off of its hinges. That woman was truly strong, it almost scares you. She looks in between you two and points a finger at Jeff. “You had better let her go! No funny business or else I’m calling my husband!”
That threat was enough to make Jeff let go and make his way towards the door. He gives you one last look. “Bye, [Name]. I hope you’ll remember what I said.”
“You got here quick..” You turn over to look at Debra.
In return, she gives you a nervous look. “Ha…what? Sweetie, you must be mistaken, I wasn’t nearby at all. It took me a while to get here! I forgot something and it just so happened…I wasn’t listening at all! I respect your privacy!”
If anything, that gave her away the most..
“But um, just one itsy bitsy question for you, dear. What’s this all about the medic?”
BACKSTAGE // 10:15 PM
You feel like you’re dying. You had to take a seat for a second in the hallway.
There’s too much happening right now. You just want to retire back into your hotel room. If you were lucky, no one would bother you for the rest of the night. You could watch sappy soap operas and finally relax.
But alas, you can’t. You’re going have to meet Jericho later on. You’ll give Hunter the call when everything is set up.
Jeff’s words still have you shaken and you can’t help but to put your head into your hands. This was all too much.
“[Naaame], there you are!” A cheery voice brings your attention upwards. There stands Stacy, who has a big smile on her face.
“Here to make fun of me?” You ask, setting your hands in your lap. “Well, hurry up. I’ve only got about 2 hours to live. Make it count.”
She quickly starts to frown, putting her hands on her hips. “What? Why would I do that? That’s just being mean. And what do you mean by two hours to live??”
“Austin’s gonna kill me. He just hasn’t found me yet,” You shrug.
Because you’re sitting down, the only thing you can see is Stacy’s midriff. You decide to stand in order to be level with her. “However, if you want to give me your last parting words, I recommend you do it now..”
“I don’t want you to die, who else am I going to take shopping after next Raw?” Stacy says, coming closer to bring you into a tight hug. “I know you’ve been tired and down lately, so I wanted to surprise you by taking you on a trip after the show.”
It’s not a surprise if she’s saying it though…
You still appreciate it anyway. You crack a smile towards her and she returns it, hoping that you’ll accept and be somewhat positive about it.
“Yeah...yeah, sure. I’ll go.” You give in easy since you know how much of a beggar Stacy can be. “Is Torrie going?”
“Nope! Just us, some R&R.” She reassures, letting you go. “I like spending time with you, so I’ll try and make it comfortable as possible!”
Stacy’s being oddly nice. It almost makes you feel uncomfortable. She’s ranting and raving about something else when suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice had rang through both of your ears.
It’s none other than Lita, who shoves her hands into her pocket. She’s since changed out of her referee gear and the sign of exhaustion is written all over her face.
“Lita!” Stacy chimes. “Hey! How are you? I’ve heard about Matt..are you—“
Lita narrows her eyes at Stacy. “Whatever. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to [Name].” Of course, she didn’t add a please. Stacy’s oblivious enough to nod and give her a smile.
What is with people wanting to talk to you alone?! Nothing ever goes well when that happens.
“Oh, okay! I’ll see you soon, okay?” She rests her hands on both of your shoulders briefly before giving one last smile to Lita and walks away.
Lita returns an disingenuous smile, but it immediately falls into a sneer after she leaves. “…I can’t stand her.”
“I know. You told me.” You’re still on edge, especially because of what happened earlier. “So, uh, what happened with the match? Who won?”
“Jeff. Matt put his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it. He’s really mad at me. Jeff wouldn’t even talk to me either. He was busy storming off somewhere, just like his brother.” She crosses her arms. “Jeff got suspended for what he did during your match, by the way.”
You already knew about that, so you don’t say anything.
“..Uh, listen. I never said those things about you.” Lita says. “Debra must have lied, I wouldn’t ever call you gross. I think you’re really cool. You’re better than Stacy is. As a matter of fact, you’re better than her and Torrie combined. You know this!”
Was she trying to butter you up or was she genuine? You’re not sure if you believe her. There’s been a lot of lying lately.
…You almost feel bad. Almost. Lita’s looking somewhere else, but turns her attention back to you. “I wanted to clear that up first, but it’s not why I wanted to talk. There’s something else on my mind.”
She starts to step a bit closer and you hold your fists up. You think she’s about to attack you, but she can only let out a sigh, muttering something under her breath.
You look at her in confusion before she repeats it one more time. “I want you to kiss me again.”
It was really sudden, yet you can’t find a reason to refuse her request. “Are you serious?” You ask.
“Yeah.”
Well, if she insists. Once you bring her in for chaste kiss, you can taste the mint on her lips. Lita doesn’t quite let you go either, pulling you closer so she could deepen it.
You then realize that you’re not only at work, but literally standing in the middle of the hallway. You hate to do it, but you have to push Lita away. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I..uh..wanted to see something anyway.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the atmosphere had quickly gotten tense. “I may have figured something out. I guess I can see why people like you so much.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re not too bad of a kisser.” She admits.
Who would’ve thought. You instinctively your fingers onto your lips. Huh. “Thanks?” You feel kind of embarrassed now.
Lita only gives you a nod. “You’re welcome, I guess. I think I’m gonna go back to my room now.” That’s probably the best decision right now. She’s been through a lot tonight and so have you. “Want to come with me?”
“No thanks. I’ve got something to do.” As cool as it sounds to head back with her, you still need to meet up with Jericho, which is already making you a bit sick. You hate him.
“Alright then.” Lita strangely feels like she’s been harshly rejected, but manages to give you an actual smile anyway. “See ya’ later?”
“Bye bye.” You wave. It doesn’t take you long to slump back into your chair once the redhead takes her leave. Goddamn it, you can’t believe the night’s not even over yet.
…Well, at least Austin hasn’t found you.
HOTEL ROOM // 10:30 PM
Sometimes you wonder if wrestling is really worth it. Is it really worth the money? Is it really worth the fame that comes with it? Is it really worth the excitement?
Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. You adjust yourself on the loveseat, trying to at least present yourself as sexy. It’s a little hard and a tad bit uncomfortable. You wonder how Stacy and Torrie do it so easily...
You’ve never really done something like this before. It’s strange, most of the sensual stuff had happened in an alleyway or the medic’s room….which probably is crazy, but it happened! Even though you and Jeff didn’t get too far in the room previously, it was still pretty weird.
This confirms it. You hate your job sometimes. Especially when you had to do stuff like this. You tie your robe into a knot, maybe a little too harshly.
The door slams open, startling you from your spot. It’s Jericho, followed by cameras, of course.
You can’t believe you’re doing this. You force yet again another million-dollar smile onto your face as you watch him come in with not only both belts on his shoulders, but with two bottles in his hands.
The look of disdain crosses your face only but for a moment, but then goes away. Perhaps you’ll drink the pain away tonight.
“Hey, brought some alcohol. Man, this crap is really expensive!” Jericho complains, holding up the bottles. “For a champion like myself, it should be FREE!”
“Nothing’s free in this world.” You say.
“Sure, for the assclowns that aren’t Chris Jericho.” He fired back, slamming the bottles onto the table. “You’d better drink it, too.” He continues muttering on and on how much of a waste of money it was.
The crowd is definitely confused to say the least. Happy to see you in a segment, but confused. There’s no goddamn way you’d willingly do this! It’s Chris Jericho, for fucks sake. There had to be something up.
“You’re right and you know what? I’m gonna call room service and give them a peace of my mind!” This was only an excuse to try and call Hunter to let him know that Jericho made it. You shuffle out of your spot and head towards the phone.
"No need." Jericho holds up his hand. He's yet to set down his championships. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I'm sure this is what we've both been wanting for a while now."
You freeze up for a minute, but try to bounce back. You also ignore his last comment. “No, no, let me do this!” And you still go over and take it off the hook, doing your best to punch the right numbers in.
“Hello?”
It picks up quickly, making you let out a quick sigh of relief. “Yes, hello? You come up here immediately. How dare you disrespect the one and only undisputed champion? Send room service right now! I want compensation.”
“Wait, what? Are you—“
His confusion makes you huff. “I said, you need to send someone up here immediately!”
“Oh! Alright, on my way then. Man, don’t blow a gasket, Nitro Girl..”
You knew he was blonde but you didn’t realize he was an airhead, jesus. Once you heard a click, you hang up the call. “They should be on their way up now to make it up to us. Until then, I think you have a point. Maybe we should—“
You can’t even get the knot fully out! You look down at your robe, which you tied way too tight. You quickly glance at Jericho, then you try it again to no avail. What the fuck, you don’t even tie your shoelaces that hard!
“You’re a putz.” He says, a mocking grin on his own face. “But it’s funny, so I guess you’ve got at least one redeemable quality.”
“Okay, you know what?” Plan be damned. Hunter will get here when he gets here. “Why’d you come here, Jericho? You could’ve said no. You could’ve even called me a slut for trying to sleep with you.”
“I could’ve called you a lot of things, but let’s get one thing straight. The only slut that I know of….is Stephanie McMahon.”
…You hate to do this, but you agree with a nod. “Fair.” If it’s one thing you two had in common, it’s the shared hate of Stephanie McMahon.
“You said you liked me. I want to know what you’d do about it. So far, I’m not impressed.” He motions to your robe, which was still stuck..
“This isn’t my fault.” It really is. You must’ve tied it too tight from your anger or anxiety. Or a combination of both. “I was distracted.”
“Distracted?” He repeats. “Not by me, right? Oh, what am I talking about, of course it’s me! You were clearly all hot and bothered by a champion coming into your room!!” You watch as he sets his championships onto the loveseat and plops down, throwing his arms onto the back of it.
Okay, you changed your mind. Hunter needs to hurry up. Like right now. You swallow your pride as you speak again. “Maybe, maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out.”
“So you admit you’re attracted to me?”
“I didn’t say all of that..” You sigh out. This feels like it’s completely gotten off track. Everything was a bust.
To your glee, there are a few frantic knocks on the door. “Oh, that must be room service.” You say. Thank god. “Go get the door, I need to find something to cut this open.”
You conveniently step away while Jericho stands up to go open the door. The sound of things falling doesn’t make you wince at all, but you still put on a scene as soon as Hunter literally LEAPS through the door and pounces on Jericho.
He grabs him to toss him over the loveseat and rushes over to start to laying in some punches.
As he’s beating the shit out of him, you feign surprise, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the table. Hunter notices you and shuffles him to hold him in a chokehold so you can have your way with him.
This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see. You pop the cork off the bottle and dump it all over Jericho’s face, not caring if it hit his mouth or not.
“Ha! Drink it in, maaan!” You laugh. Despite you managing to get the liquid on his leather jacket, Hunter seems to share your smile as he holds up Jericho’s head upward.
And to top it off, you hold the now empty bottle like a baseball bat and swing, hitting Jericho right in his head.
Hunter lets go, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m coming for that title. You had better sleep with one eye open, Y2J.” His voice held venom, which would’ve scared you if you two weren’t in kahoots.
Hunter walks over to the titles that were now on the ground and lifts both of them up. He glanced over to you and lowers them. There was an almost unrecognizable tension in the room between yoy two, but neither of you knew exactly where to pinpoint it.
“…Hey, nice robe. Sad we didn’t get to see what’s under.”
You can only scoff and walk away. With the screen fading to black, it’s the end of Vengeance.
HOORAY JERICHO GETS BEAT!!
by the way, it’s not only jeff. it wasn’t mentioned yet but raven is “suspended” too.. the beginning of heel jeff kinda starts here. now. dearest reader.. what do YOU want to see next from me?
and inevitably, steve austin will be ripping us a new one.
#GUYS ITS MY MONTH FR#BEE WHO YOU ARE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIIIDEEE#wwe attitude series#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy imagine#lita imagine#lita x reader#triple h imagine#triple h x reader#chris jericho x reader#chris jericho imagine#wwf imagine#wwf x reader#wwf imagines#wwe imagines#wwe imagine#wwe x reader#wwe various x reader
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