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Neighbors - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Young!Jeff Hardy x Female!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2,675

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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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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years

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How about a Jeff Hardy smut in celebration of his AEW debut? I've had a crush on him since I was 11(all the way back in '08!) so I feel ya😊

Celebration (Jeff Hardy x Reader) 18+ read at your own risk

Summary: You and Jeff decided to have a celebration after his first match in AEW

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap, slight breath play, hair pulling, oral(male receiving), slight dom/sub tendencies

An: I combined this request with this one that was requested anonymously

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR JEFF HARDY Anything and his tag is dead af but especially some smutty goodness (maybe age difference &/or breeding) sorry

“How’d I do?” Jeff mumbled against you lips, his fingers rubbing circles over your hips.

“Amazing.” You whispered back, letting your hand slid under his shirt.

“Do the two of you mind?” Matt asked. He was in the front of the car while you and Jeff had decided to sit in the back together. One of your legs was hooked over his, and neither of you had buckled up. “Acting like two dame teenagers.”

“To be fair, I’m only 25.” You offered, making Jeff chuckle against your neck.

“Ya, well you can wait until we are at the hotel before you try and fuck my brother. This is a rental.” The rest of the ride was quick, and once at the hotel you bid goodbye to Matt before going your separate ways. As soon as you got into your room he had you pinned against the door and his lips on yours.

“You look gorgeous in this, me and Matt should have you come out as out cheerleader.” He said, pulling lightly at your shirt. It was a tight Hardy boyz shirt that showed off your curves.

“I don’t know, you never seem to keep your eyes off me when I do wear it.” You moaned lightly, feeling Jeff kiss down you neck.

“Maybe, but I would enjoy it.” He picked you up by your legs and carried you to the bed.

When he set you down you pulled your shirt off as he did the same. You also pulled your pants off, leaving you in just your underwear. You sat up on your knees and Jeff stood in front of you. “I’ll never get tired of this.” He said, looking you up and down. His hand went to your hair and pulled it back lightly, leaning down to kiss you. It was rough, and your lips and teeth were clashing against each other.

As you made out you brought your hands to the front of his pants, starting to unbutton them. He pulled away and looked down at you. “What are you up to sweetheart?”

“We should be celebrating, right?” You asked, finally getting his pants down. His dick was causing a small tent in his boxers, which you palmed lightly. Jeff quickly caught your hand.

“Babygirl, don’t play with fire.” He warned, letting go of your hand. You pulled his boxers down, his dick standing hard and tall. You leaned forward, sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the tip lightly as you looked up at him. He sucked in a breath as you slowly took his dick into your mouth.

You let your hands rest lightly on his legs as you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. His hand went to your hair as his dick met the back of your throat. “Fuck baby.” He moaned, starting to move his hips slowly. You moaned, causing his hand to tighten in your hair. “Hope your ready,” was the only warning you got before Jeff was fully fucking your mouth.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, drool running down your chin. “Look so good with my dick down your throat. God, I bet you would be happy if I just came down your throat.” You let out a moan when he said that, but before he could cum he pulled out of your mouth. “But, I want to cum inside of you.”

He pulled out and pushed you so you were laying on the bed and he was hovering over you. His hand went down to rub lightly over your underwear, making you whine softly. “Is my Babygirl this wet just from sucking me off?”

“Only for you daddy.” You whispered, kissing his Adam’s apple. He let out a groan and practically ripped your underwear off and thrust into you roughly. You let out a high pitch moan as your grabbed his shoulders to ground yourself as he thrust into you quickly.

“Fuck, make me feel so fuckin good. Gonna make me paint your insides white.” His thick southern accent coming out as he got closer to his release. You weren’t doing much better, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his dick hitting the deepest parts of you.

“Please! Want it so bad daddy! Want your cum deep in me,” you begged, making him chuckle.

“You want it? Want to carry my baby? let everyone know exactly who fucks you this good?” His finger went down to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“JEFF!” You moaned as you came, your entire body locking up. Jeff thrust a few times before cumming hard inside of you, the feeling making your eyes roll back. His head rested against yours before he pulled out, and cleaning you up.

Once he was done he laid down with you, pulling you against his chest which you have a quick kiss.

“If you fuck me like that again I’m gonna look worse then you after a ladders match.” You joked.

“Challenge accepted.” He planted a deep kiss on your lips before pulling you closer as he held you.

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visionarystoryteller · 9 months

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One Shots/ Imagines Masterlist

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Chris Jericho:

-Reunited

Jey Uso:

-He Knows

-Samoan Dessert

Roman Reigns:

- Get Down Tonight

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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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Worthy of Her

(not my gif!)

18+, Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~3.2k

Tags: flirting, oral sex (female receiving), condomless sex, cheating (reader is cheating on her boyfriend w/ Jeff), slight angst, reader’s boyfriend is an asshole lmao

Summary:

Jeff Hardy finally makes his move on you after seeing how badly your boyfriend treats you.

"No, I'm through with this back and forth shit you keep putting me through! I'd rather you leave instead of cheating on me all the damn time."

Your flip phone felt hot against your ear. Or maybe it was your ear that felt hot against your phone? Your mind buzzed with irrelevant thoughts. Anything popped into your mind to keep you distracted from your boyfriend jabbering away on the other end. He was being mean again and starting to yell. His voice sounded tinny over the little speaker and made you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

"Call me back when you wanna act like an adult!" You slammed your phone shut and clomped away from the dark corner you hid yourself in for the call. Your boyfriend was a referee when he bothered showing up for work. It was incredibly embarrassing to have him no-show. Your ambition bothered him enough to make him put his own job at risk for you to look bad. Tonight he didn't show again and Vince McMahon decided to blame you. He screamed in your face for a few minutes before leaving you with hot tears flooding your eyes.

You hated crying in public.

Deep down within you, you knew it wasn't a sign of weakness to cry in front of others. If anything, it could be strong. Letting your feelings go when they couldn't be held in any longer, damn the consequences or reactions was a very powerful act… for everyone else. For yourself? It made you a crybaby. A weakling. A little kid. Those thoughts playing on a loop in your head certainly didn't help your emotional state.

Unrolling the thin toilet paper from the arena's bathroom stall, you delicately patted your tears away from your face. The last thing you wanted to do at that moment was look at yourself in the mirror, but you knew your heavy eye makeup would be smudged. Luckily you'd already done your job as valet for the night so the fans didn't have to see you with raccoon eyes and a streaky foundation face. It was almost worse to have the other wrestlers see you like this instead. At least with the fans you could pretend.

The deep breath that filled your lungs and poofed out of your body with relief grounded you much more than you expected. No more tears. You had to push your personal life to the side for the time being. You faced the sink's mirror and carefully tried to salvage what was left of your makeup. It was a hatchet job you had to admit but nothing a little eyeliner and powder couldn't fix. The thin heels of your strappy sandals click-clacked on the tile floor, each sound filling you with confidence. Both hands pushed the bathroom door open with more pizzazz than necessary. Fuck it! Fake it 'til you make it.

"Quite an exit, darlin'. Or an entrance, maybe?"

Your hand shot up to your chest as you gasped.

"Jesus, Jeff! You scared the shit out of me."

Jeff Hardy was standing by the door of the bathrooms looking very relaxed. He'd been trying his best to not to hover around you since you'd debuted earlier in the year. It was getting harder and harder to stay away though. The one thing that always drove him crazy about you was the smell of your perfume. It was some kind of fancy, expensive scent that seemed like it was created just for you. It wafted in the air whenever you walked by. With you standing so close to him now, chest heaving and eye makeup a mess, the scent was even stronger.

"Sorry, my bad." He chuckled as you began to calm down. You figured if anyone had to see you in this state at least it was Jeff. The past few months you two had flirted with each other casually. A quick wave here and there or a playfully amorous compliment were shared between you two. It never went any further because of your relationship with your boyfriend. Jeff had met him and didn't have too high of an opinion of the man. He ran around acting like a big shot all the time. He tried to make himself the star of the matches. Sometimes Jeff wondered why he hadn't been fired yet. After hearing the tail end of your heated phone call with him it all made sense. You wouldn't let him get fired. No matter how much of a jerk this guy was, you cared about him and didn't want to be the reason he got let go.

Your glossy lips fixed themselves into a pout for a split second. They settled into a slight frown as the sudden burst of energy you had went pop . You didn't have to be "on" with Jeff. As the weeks passed you came to appreciate that about him. His light eyes searched your face and watched the little changes in your expression. You seemed to want to speak up.

"I must look crazy, huh?" You laughed at yourself in a self-defeating kind of way.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't tell you." Jeff moved closer to you. There was a great comfort in that closeness you two shared. It was nice to revel in it after such an upsetting conversation. "What's goin' on?"

"It's just my boyfriend. He's so stupid sometimes! He's got a great job here. A lot of people would kill to do what he does, you know? And what does he do instead of showing up like he's supposed to? He--" You didn't want to admit the last part aloud. He cheats on me. It made you feel like a failure even though it wasn't your fault. You shook your head, not able to complete the sentence. It hung in the air awkwardly.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin' this… but that man of yours is an asshole." Jeff's strong southern accent was always so endearing to you. You felt a little guilty getting turned on by it as often as you did. It was hard not to though, the sweet and occasionally sexually-charged words surrounded in his voice worming into your brain.

Your laugh twinkled around you and your eyes lit up at Jeff, happy to have been distracted by his presence. Without thinking you leaned into him to kiss his cheek, strands of his purple hair brushing by you. Tingles spread through your entire body at the contact. Jeff got overwhelmed at your gloss smudging against his cheek, the scent of your perfume wrapping around him, and your chest rubbing just the slightest against his. It took a lot of restraint to not pull you away into the nearest empty room and put his face between your thighs. Your boyfriend was now not just a nuisance but also an obstacle.

The kiss, as chaste as it was, turned your mood completely around. You broke away from Jeff and gasped.

"What do I have to do to get you to leave him?"

"Jeff--"

"I'm serious. I'll do anything."

"That's sweet of you. Really, it is. There's nothing you can do though."

"Nothin' at all?" Jeff's fingers began to play with the bottom edge of your shirt, the pads gently touching your skin. He reached under the fabric to caress your lower back. The fabric of his mesh shirt scratched a bit at you. His lips played against your neck, light kisses making your head swirl. His body was so warm, so warm that you thought you'd pass out right there.

You knew you needed to speak up and stop this. It wasn't right! You know how you felt when you caught your boyfriend in bed with other women. The way your heart dropped out of your chest every time made you feel guilty about the way Jeff touched you now. But did your boyfriend ever stop to consider your feelings? Did he ever stand up for you? Everything you did for him and he never even said thank you. A soft moan shook you from your thoughts.

"What the fuck is this?"

Your boyfriend seemed to appear from the ether. He stumbled in with his referee uniform wrinkled and a wild look in his eyes. Jeff pulled away from your neck with an excruciating amount of patience. Just as soon as he had you where he wanted you this guy showed up. You got wet at the look of anger on his face. Nervous too, hoping and praying this wouldn't turn into a brawl.

"What does it look like?"

"Jeff!" You breathed, surprised.

"I've been so sick of you, dude. You've been trying to fuck her for a while now and you finally caught her."

"Don't you have somethin' better to do like skipping out on work and fucking ring rats?"

Oh God, you thought. Alarm bells sounded off in your head. As nice as it was to be defended like this you didn't want to cause trouble.

Your boyfriend's wild gaze moved to you. His sweaty face moved into yours with shifty eyes assessing you deeply. With the way he was breathing you thought he was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Now you're telling all of our business. To him." His rough grip on your arm shocked you.

Just as soon as you began to worry about how close he was, his grip was released from you abruptly. A loud slam against the wall knocked the wind out of the sweaty man. Your eyes widened at the sight of him slumped against the floor. Jeff rammed him into the wall faster than you could blink.

"Don't you ever grab her like that again." Jeff growled into your boyfriend's face. He roughly pushed the man over onto his side.

You were at a loss for words. Your eyelids blinked continuously, tears once again welling up in you. This time though it wasn't from anger or sadness. Jeff's physical display of defense for you made you happier than you imagined. Your boyfriend looked pathetic lying on the floor. It finally began to click that he was a weak excuse of a man. Jeff had been around to support you like your boyfriend should have been doing this whole time. Jeff was more caring than your boyfriend had ever been and the two of you barely knew each other. Jeff's face contorted at the sight of your tears. He knew he shouldn't have handled your boyfriend like that.

"Honey, I'm sorry for that. I hope you're not too upset with me. I can call the doctor around for him." Jeff waved away the man on the floor.

"Upset?" Your bewilderment at yourself was rising. How could you be upset? "Jeff… I'm in awe. You did that for me."

"You deserve it. He doesn't know what a prize he's got." No longer angry, Jeff stared at you with an undeniable amount of lust in his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight." You returned his look. "I need you to stay with me tonight."

Jeff nodded his head. A production assistant broke the moment up by tapping him on the shoulder, not sparing more than a second at the slumped man on the floor.

"You're on in five, Jeff."

He let himself get pulled away from you, turning his head behind him to catch another long look at you.

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The ride up in the hotel elevator was dead silent. The sexual charge between you and Jeff was palpable. The two of you stood side by side with each other, fingers almost touching more than once. Your emotions came and went in waves. Bouncing between guilt, anger, happiness, being horny, embarrassment was getting to be a little much. Jeff on the other hand had one thing on his mind. His eyes roamed along your body as you fidgeted around. The ding of the elevator made you rush forward and leave him behind. You so anxiously wanted to unlock your room door and let him have his way with you.

You frantically unlocked the door. Jeff's erection pressed into your backside impatiently. Your brain whited out at the feeling of it. It had been a long time since a man had displayed such powerful feelings towards you that you had forgotten what it was like. To be wanted so strongly could be scary.

The door clicked open. The both of you almost fell on the floor with the way you rushed in. Frantic hands roamed all over your body. For Jeff, feeling every inch of you was his dream come true. You pushed him off of you with little force.

"Close your eyes."

Jeff didn't hesitate, lids shutting closed in an instant. Him listening to you so easily turned you on even further. There were no big arguments with him. You stripped out of what little clothing you wore. The thin fabric of your shirt hit the floor first and was followed up by your tight shorts and lace bra. You left on your lacy underwear as a surprise for him.

"Open 'em."

Jeff's eyes shot open and stayed wide at the sight of you. You were gorgeous. He knew this already of course, but seeing you in all of your glory in front of him reaffirmed it. He approached you slowly. There was a deliberate attempt at trying to restrain himself. You appreciated that. A part of you wanted to scream at him that it was okay, it was okay if he just ripped your panties off and took you right there. Instead though you took advantage of having a man be so patient with you.

Jeff's arms wrapped around your waist. He pushed you down onto the bed gently to lay his head against your stomach. For a second he rested there to take you all in. The motions of your breathing both calmed him down and made him harder. His face being so close against you again was out of this world. He hadn't even done anything to you yet and you were on the verge of coming.

Your fingers tangled into his brightly dyed hair. The way he styled himself was so cool to you. The first time you ever spoke to him was to compliment his facial hair, some intricately patterned affair that was different whenever you saw him. He played it cool at your words. After you had disappeared from him though, he wore his brother down singing your praises. You'd finally talked to him and the first thing you'd said was a compliment. From that moment on he decided that he'd get you one day.

While you had gotten lost in your mind Jeff had pulled your panties down from you. You were open to him now. Your legs spread apart easily at his touch and your heart pumped a million miles a minute the closer his face moved into you. Those light eyes looked up at you the entire time his tongue began to move around you. Just with the simple movements of his tongue slowly licking up your outer lips you moaned more loudly than you had in years. Man, were you deprived. Humming noises escaped your mouth as he kissed your inner thighs before moving to your clit. Your fingers clenched more tightly than you expected at the roots of his hair as his tongue swirled anxiously around you. Your eyes shot around your head looking for a spot to rest your vision on the ceiling above you. They finally tired themselves out and your lids shut.

A deep pressure began to build below your stomach. It had been a long time since you'd felt it. Being fully engulfed between you, the scent and wetness of you taking over every sense of him made Jeff dig his nails into your hips and push your body further into his face. Your own fingers clenched the covers beneath you. Jeff's hand released itself from your hips and grabbed at one of your hands. The two of you interlocked fingers as he took you through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever felt. Stars danced at the edge of your vision. Your voice called his name out over and over.

"Oh my God," You couldn't stop repeating yourself. Those three words just couldn't help but to keep falling out of you. Jeff pushed his pants off and threw his shirt on the floor. He was so handsome in the throes of lust. You breathed deeply at the feeling of him pressing his body weight against you. You returned his earlier favor of his lips against your neck by pressing yours against his. There was an all encompassing hunger that took you over now and it made you want to mark him up. You wanted everyone to know that you were with him. He could sense this feeling from you and let you leave a deep hickey on his neck. You nipped a bit at him when he entered you with a slow thrust. As badly as he wanted to push into you with his full length, he paced himself. The two of you had the whole night.

"Oh darlin'," He whispered in your ear. "I've been waitin' for you."

You were filled to the hilt. Something primal was gathering up in you. You wanted to scream at feeling this good. It wasn't fair that this is what you had been missing out on. You kept your eyes shut for fear of overstimulation. The feeling of your walls being massaged so perfectly was incredible. You whimpered with every thrust and the slow pace of him. You knew his eyes were staring a hole through your head but you just couldn't bring yourself to open them.

"Open your eyes for me. Please," His words came out so sweet that you instantly focused on him. It was hard to deny him. There were no regrets at opening them up. He began to move at a quicker pace from seeing you locked on to him. Your eyes shut again for a moment at the sensation. Jeff was bringing you to your peak again.

His own orgasm was approaching him too. The feel of your body against his, the way you responded to him, the inevitably dark hickey you left on him were getting him close. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The noises the two of you made were obscene. Your arms wrapped around his back and pressed him as close to you. Being pressed so deeply into the bed felt like floating on cloud nine.

As soon as it became too much to bear, you snapped. A crashing wave of pleasure overtook you. Your breathing was labored as every muscle in your body tightened and released. The stars from earlier now fully prickled your vision. The only thing you saw above you were Jeff's own eyes among the stars. Jeff's released inside of you as soon as you came, his chest heaving against you. Something inside you was elated that he didn't pull out. He let himself cover your insides fully.

Together you began to breathe in sync. Jeff collapsed on top of you and then rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. You were heaven on earth for him. Your hand rested on his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was beginning to slow down. His eyelids were droopy.

"I can--" Jeff yawned. "Stay here? Tonight?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Stay with me."

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sulfurz · 10 months

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ೃ༄ TAP OUT (christian cage x reader)

ೃ༄ pairing: christian cage x fem!reader (ft. brother!edge)

ೃ༄ requested by: anon

Hi! Is there anyway I can request a Christian x Female!Reader one shot? Maybe she’s Adam’s younger sister and Christian’s girlfriend and she’s teaming with them against the Hardy’s and Lita and she ends up seriously injured and the boys are there with her the whole time taking care of her? Fluffy and angsty if possible please?

ೃ༄ warnings: light swearing, mentions of injury, inconsistent use of christian/jay and edge/adam

ೃ༄ word count: 2.1k

ೃ༄ note: hi anon!! i hope this is similar to what you wanted <3 i got off track with the hurt/comfort elements and the connection with jay hehe <3

the shout of the crowd was always the most exhilarating part of a match. standing against the turnbuckles, a perfect mirror image of lita on the other side of the ring, listening as your team partners worked the crowd from the ropes either side of you. it was your favourite part of the group you worked with, the dynamic which had your partners being the ones to act as your hype men, leaving you to revel in the energy before kicking off every match you began. it worked, and the crowd loved it, even if your positions were meant to be that of heel. it was hard to deny your popularity — no matter how much vince tried to push for the opposite.

if you glanced to your left, you’d see the man you loved bouncing so elegantly off of the mixed reaction from the crowd. it was hard to not spend your time staring at him, to keep your focus on intimidating the opponent when he just looked so good. but it was always worth it when you got the win.

even now, as christian jumped down from the middle rope, taking his place by your side and wasting no time in pressing his lips against yours, ignited by a holler of cheers from the crowd. they always ate up every moment the two of you showed your relationship on stage — and when they found out that relationship extended beyond storylines? well, your popularity skyrocketed.

what made it even more perfect was the perfect play from edge, rolling his eyes as he joined you by your right side. it was perfect really, the idea that your big brother hated your relationship but fought alongside you for the sake off the team — when in reality, adam loved the two of you together. sure, backstage his jokes never ceased, and you were more than often third wheeling with jay and adam as opposed to the other way around, but the in ring reactions he always had just added to your determination to prove yourself as a power couple.

the hardy siblings took their place by lita, jeff, unbeknownst to the crowd, sending a wink your way. and then the match was set.

the referee took his place, and amongst the crowd’s screams you could hear edge’s whisper of ‘let’s kick some ass’, coupled by one last squeeze of your hand from your boyfriend to your other side, before he launched into his signature pendulum kick to defend from matt hardy’s oncoming attack.

it was only up from there, elbow body shots all around, coupled with more than exhilarating special abilities you weren’t even aware your opponents had. no amount of fight calls could prepare you for some of the moves lita pulled on you, but you were always prepared with reversals when you got the chance. behind every move you could feel the crowd’s cheering thrumming in your veins, pushing you to get out of any compromising position to turn it around with your own abilities. you even attempted your brothers signature spear, knowing he’d rip you for it after the match.

at one point, christian managed to get jeff hardy with his killswitch, but the man, as planned, kicked out at the last second.

then, it all went wrong.

vaguely, you could see the hardy boyz and high impact battling it out in a series of moves you couldn’t pinpoint, as you were focused on defending yourself against lita’s own high power attacks.

as she went to performance her signature moonsault, the plan called for you to reverse her mid air, but as her body collided with yours, the sudden, piercing pain in your leg caused for you both to go tumbling to the floor. you hit the surface harder than expected, lita’s weight on top of you an added pressure as something twinged in all the wrong ways. she knew immediately what had happened, and quicker than expected the woman was playing it off but wasting no time in leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“you okay?” she questioned in the privacy of just the both of you, face positioned in the crowds blind spot.

you nodded, expecting to be able to walk it off. as you rose to continue with the planned moves, the pain in your leg became unbearable, and before you had even stood to full attention, you were back down on the surface of the ring.

this time, lita wasn’t the only one to turn her attention to you. previously engaged in their own personal battles, christian was the first to react, immediately giving some sort of signal to his currently one of the brothers so that he could attend to your side. edge held up appearances, taking on both of the hardy brothers but you were sure they were all watching you from the side.

christian’s hands were on your waist, momentarily dulling the spiking pain from below your waist. “y/n? you okay?”

you went to nod your head, halt your boyfriends worries before they began, but the pain returned tenfold and all you could manage was a pained yell as you gripped at one of his forearms weaker than before. christian knew immediately, his unoccupied hand raising to your cheek as he tried shallowly to comfort you between pulses of pain. there were some words exchanged between him and lita, sounds you couldn’t quite make out amongst the ache, and then the referee was signalling with crossed arms for a time out.

finally, amongst keeping up appearances, your brother rushed to your side, no longer occupied by the hardy siblings. he was behind christian, just as worried but without knowing where you were hurt, not wanting to touch incase of causing further harm. christian was vaguely saying something to him in the background, but his hands were just as grounding before.

from the side of the ring, you could see the medics appear through the ropes, and even as they pushed everyone away, christian remained by your side.

somewhere in your peripheral, lita was explaining what happened to the medical professionals, but all you could focus on was your boyfriends soft whispers, shrouded by anxiety.

“can you move? can you sit up?” before you could even answer, christian was peppering you with concern again “you haven’t hurt your back right? shit — if you’ve hurt your back—“

you squeezed his arm before he could panic anymore. “i’m okay. my backs fine it’s just— my leg— i think i tore something—“

there was a gentle hand in your hair, brushing back strands whilst you lay until the medics shifted your leg, and you couldn’t help the guttural scream that left your throat. you were suddenly being shifted, your leg in the air as they put some strap to provide pressure, the pain unbearable until your head was being moved too. whilst they iced your muscle down the best they could, christian had moved until your head was placed gently on his thighs. hands caressing your hair and whatever inch of you he could reach in a pale but appreciated nonetheless.

“jay—“ you whined weakly, reaching your hand as far as it could go to tap his thigh. he was there on instant, tangling your fingers together and bringing his lips down to press a kiss to your knuckles. you could hear a cheer at the action, some concerned, some maybe convinced it was all part of it, but all you cared about right now was keeping your attention on christian. “it hurts.”

“i know. i know baby.” and he did better than anyone. you had been there by his side through more than one injury, and now it seemed it was time for him to do the same. one of the medics said something to him, and then christian was turning his attention back to you. “can you get up, sweetheart? i’ll help you.”

your attempt to nod was muffled by the awkward position you were in, but then christian was moving from under you until he could firmly grab at both of your hands. you tried to place your uninjured foot to pull you up, but it was to little avail, having to rely on your boyfriends strength alone to get you standing. the second you were back on your feet (or foot, considering your current predicament), edge was back by your side, and the boys took their positions under each of your arms.

a firm, yet caring hand on your bare stomach drew your attention to you brother.

“you still with us, champ?” he joked, pulling a weak smile of you as the two men helped you through the ropes.

you barely remembered the journey backstage, too busy thinking about the repercussions of whatever you had pulled — or worse, torn. but there was no need to worry about that now when your boys were on either side, attentive as ever to every need.

it brought you back to the time you received your first injury, nothing more than a dislocated shoulder shortly after your debut.

christian and you weren’t together back then, but it was certainly the beginning of something. you remembered sitting in the hospital, way past visiting hours, with a worried adam to your side, hand tightly gripping yours. jay was there too, refusing to leave despite his lack of full association to you. it was the first moment you realised how deeply he cared for you.

it was all very deja vu now, except this time, it was jay holding your hand in the medical room, with adam pacing back and forth like a mad man whilst you waited to be attended to. he was, if you even glanced for a moment, furious.

ignoring adam’s internal plight, jay lowered his voice, skin still clammy from adrenaline, but warn as you leant into him. “you were a beast out there, injury or not.” he emphasised his words with a kiss to your temple, pulling the briefest of smiles out of your anxious self.

“what happens now?” you whispered, the turmoil evident as ever in your voice. jay could only shrug, pressing another soft kiss to your temple before you adjusted your position so you could press your lips against his.

“whatever happens, we’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?” he rested his forehead against yours, revelling in the moment until the sound of your brother’s pacing pulled him out of the moment “adam, you ass, you’re worrying her more.”

adam turned to his best friend, fury evident on his face but features relaxing the moment you sent him a sympathetic look. “i’m just pissed, they should have been more prepared for something like this in such a high stakes match.”

“no one can predict it,” you empathised, leaning into jay’s side as you spoke “nothing was botched, i just clearly had my leg in the wrong position.”

“still! why is no one here attending to you? if you’ve torn your acl and they’re off gallivanting around—“

“adam.” jay spoke sternly, his hand not holding yours outstretched in a pause symbol.

glancing between the two of you, the harsh lines on adam’s forehead didn’t disappear until you outstretched your unoccupied arm to him. you could see the moment he battled with the internal angel and devil, before his face softened and he stepped towards you, taking your hand tightly in both of his and placing an extended kiss to the available skin.

you let yourself relax for a moment, head lolling against jay’s shoulder whilst your brother crouched down in front of you. your leg was still strapped from foot to thigh, no one wanting to take any chances, but you tried just for a moment to ignore what was to come and revel in the moment with your fellow company.

adam was in deep thought, allowing you just a moment of reprise in which you turned your head up to see jay already looking down at you. his brow was creased in concern, and you couldn’t help but release his hand to run your thumb along his temple, smoothing out the lines that had appeared. despite the circumstances, he offered you a soft smile.

“no matter what happens, i’m proud of you, you know that?” he spoke quietly, leaning into your touch as your hand rested against his cheek.

“i know.” you whispered in response. amongst everything, one thing you would never doubt was jay’s care for you, and the pride the man carried whenever he saw you in action. “i’ll be okay right?”

jay glanced in adam’s direction. you weren’t sure if the older of the two was looking, but there was an understanding that flashed across your boyfriends eyes before he turned back to face you. “as long as we’ve got each other, right?”

you smiled, lifting your lips to his in another soft kiss. “as long as we’ve got each other.”

a/n: thank you for such a cute request anon!! i always have fun writing any dynamic that involves jay/adam as they are my faves <3 i hope this at least somewhat did justice to your request!

#✍🏻 requests : anon #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagines #christian cage imagine #christian x reader #christian imagine #christian cage #edge imagines #edge x reader #wwe imagines #mentioned:#lita #jeff hardy #matt hardy

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Ok so I’m the same anon who keeps sending stuff about Swerve 😭 sorry I’m flooding your inbox BUT I JUST LOVE HIM

Tbh I still cant get over that pic of him in shibari!!!!! AAAA

But anyways 😭 what do you think his reaction would be to his gf sending him nudes while he’s at dynamite scheduled for a match?? 🤭

Hi Anon! Sorry, I haven't got back to your Shibari request just yet but I am working on it!!!

To answer your question: (for some reason I felt like answering this as a one-shot)

Tonight I would fight one of my toughest opponents yet. I knew I could beat Jeff Hardy without breaking a sweat but I would need to stay alert at all times, people were coming for me, for my spot. As I did my pre-match rituals I felt a sudden wave of loneliness wash over me. This was the first dynamite in a long time that I wouldn't have Y/n in my corner. She was mad, she didn't understand why she couldn't come with me to Savannah. I tried to explain that it was too dangerous, I didn't know when that cowboy would strike when Samoa Joe would strike, fuck even Keith Lee. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let something happen to her. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I felt my phone vibrate. I looked and saw a text for Y/n *attachment 1 image* "Good luck tonight! 😘" I looked at the image and was blessed to see a nude image of the Greek goddess I get to call my girlfriend. Fuck I missed her. I would add this image to my collection, reminding myself to use it later tonight since we couldn't celebrate in person.

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piledrivemytombstones · 6 days

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Ugh I got a one shot idea but I have so many drafts of different fics already

I can’t start a new one

But anyway the idea is Punk being able to see ghosts and the ghost of Jeff Hardy starts haunting him

#if I’m lucky I start to write it and get so obsessed that I want to make it into a giant AU and a long series #if you decide to encourage me come storming ideas on message or put them as asks

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livfastdieyoung69 · 6 months

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Bones, Body, Soul.

(A Jeff Hardy Story. Ch.7)

WWF was great. In the six months Lemmy had been there, they had made so many friends and couldn’t be prouder of the success their boys had on the tag-team side of the roster. Most days they wandered around backstage and waited for cameras to go off, happy to have a match even if it wasn’t aired. But recently, they hadn’t even had dark matches.

Lots of new talent was slowly filling in from WCW who were already classified as great wrestlers with great careers, so they went straight to the top of the roster, immediately making it on the card every time and shoving those who were finally getting a push way to the end of the long line of superstars hoping to get their in. Plus, no matter how much Lemmy tried to fight with the executives, they refused to let them wrestle anyone but the Women’s roster which hardly got pushed on a normal basis let alone with all the WCW stuff.

But it didn’t matter. They were having a great time, and Jeff and Matt were just doing so good- they had already even held the titles! They would seem ungrateful if they said anything about it. Right?

So today, just like any other day Lemmy sat backstage with the Hardys, waiting for the night to be over so they could go to the next city, or the next state, or wherever the hell they were going next and watch their friends perform in front of crowds of thousands, drawing even more to watch from their TV, just so the crowds could file out and the TV’s would turn off, and Lemmy was performing in front of no one, again.

What was the point of signing a year-long contract with a multi-million dollar media company if it refuses to share the millions or the media time?

Jeff breaks them from their hateful thoughts as he laughs at one of Matt's bad jokes. The sound echoed against the almost empty hallway, bar from the trio and E&C. Lemmy looked away from the brick and mortar they had been glaring down at as if the wall was the one that put them in this position. Christian and Adam were laughing too. They were all talking about their upcoming match at SummerSlam, four days before Jeff’s birthday.

“Enough about that, you got anything going on Lemm?” Christian spoke up, probably noticing that they were there again when they stopped death-staring the concrete. Lemmy’s eyebrows shot up at the sudden attention, eyes glancing around the other four.

“Oh! Uhm, no, not really. They might put me in dark matches again next week.” They looked down to the floor as they spoke, almost embarrassed about how little they had come compared to the two tag-teams besides them main eventing SummerSlam.

Jeff nudged their feet with his wrestling boots, shooting a small smile their way. But Lemmy didn’t look up to see him smile. They just stared at his wrestling boots, the shiny white and black of the leather and their sneakers. DC’s. The big, chunky ones meant for skating. Impossible to wrestle in, and Lemmy knew so, once they had forgotten their wrestling boots back in OMEGA’s gymnasium days and had to wrestle with no shoes. But they still retained their championship, and the crowd loved Karma and their ally Willow as much as they usually did. How come Jeff gets to wrestle but I don’t? That's rude! He worked for it just as hard as you did, don’t think like that…right?

“I don’t get why they don’t give you time on the screen, people loved your debut! I’m really sorry, it must suck not wrestling with how much you put into this.” Christian had always been good at comforting people, but it didn’t seem to be working right now. Lemmy only offered him a shrug and a shaking smile, a hand coming up to scratch the underside of their face- another one of their nervous habits Jeff was quick to catch onto.

“Well, y’know, at least I’ll get to wrestle next week.”

“Hey, how come they don’t put you on anyways? You’re a great wrestler.” Adam asked, finally gearing a bigger response from Lemm. Shaking hands moved furiously, picking, itching, anything for a distraction. A watery laugh left them, and they looked Adam in the eyes.

“I’m on the women's roster.”

Nobody had heard from Lemmy all night after their interaction with The Hardyz and E&C. Matt and Jeff searched every corner of the arena, asked every single staff member and superstar, hell even random people just walking around outside, and nothing.

Jeff had never been more worried, but Lemmy had left their bag in the locker room which consoled him a little. Nonetheless, the distraction the Hardyz faced caused them to lose their match, which sure, was frustrating but one of their best friends was missing, they had bigger things to worry about.

“Has anyone seen them?” Matt asked the first staff member he saw the second he walked backstage, eyebrows crinkled with worry and his breath heavy. The man stuttered over his words before quickly giving up and shaking his head at both of the boys who rushed past him and to their locker room, Amy behind them.

“Guys, I think we should just take a minute and breathe. I mean you’ve known them for so long, maybe if you just sat down for a sec you could think of where they might be?” Amy spoke to both of the Hardyz, but her reasoning only seemed to reach Matt, who took a quick breather as his hand moved to his forehead, rubbing back and forth.

“Okay. Okay, where the hell would Lemmy be?” Matt stressed from his place on the wooden locker seat, Jeff throwing himself onto the bench as well. The room filled with silence, Amy with no answer, and Jeff too worried to even think of one. Matt quickly noticed his brother's growing anxiety and spoke up again.

“Jeff.” He only sighed, leg bouncing and hands wringing together as his eyes burned holes into the floor underneath him. “Jeff, buddy, Lemm’s gonna be okay. We’ll be able to find them faster if you’re able to help us.”

Jeff gave his brother no response, and instead his head shot up, his body following shortly as he dove for Lemmy’s duffel bag and quickly started going through that.

“Should..should you really be going through that?” Amy asked, still standing next to the bench. When Jeff didn’t answer, she looked over to Matt and pointed her hand in Jeff's general direction with an exasperated look.

“Oh, it’s fine, half of it’s probably his anyway.” Matt waved off, but his attention quickly returned to his brother stumbling up and towards the door. “Jeff? Jeff!”

The arena was right next to a boardwalk, covered in creaky wood, here and there a patch of new concrete and colorful sidewalk chalk of visiting children’s artwork, almost impossible to see but the moon shined brightly that night. The tides were high and the wind was strong, pushing the waves and the smell of freshwater onto the rickety benches, as old as the dead wood lifting up from under the feet of tourists in the daylight.

But there were no tourists, not this far into the night. Now, it was only Lemmy who sat with the cold metal outline of one of the wooden benches digging into their back, shaking hands holding a small blue book in one and a cigarette in the other. A sigh matching the stature of their hands leaves Lemmy.

Lemmy had found water calming for quite a while. They didn’t have to necessarily be in it, they just liked to appreciate the beauty of it. As a teenager, they had spent most of their days at the “Hardy Compound” as the boys like to call it for some odd reason, and late nights filled with campfires and dirt bikes always ended with someone being tossed in the mud filled pond.

Maybe that’s why Lemmy liked the water, they never did as a kid. They didn’t like much before North Carolina, except wrestling. The heat of their cigarette grew closer to their fingers and drew them from their daydreams. They took another drag before stubbing it out on the bench and placing it next to them, refusing to litter as if they hadn’t just blackened their lungs.

The crowd cheered from inside the arena.

Lemmy sighed, bitter in a way they wish they weren’t. Their neck fell back against the prickly, curved wood and their eyes fell upon the stars before closing with another sigh. The hand that once held the cigarette grabbed the other end of the blue book, more of a journal really, trembling hands flipping scratchy pages in search for a specific page.

Lemmy pushed up from the bench and stalked towards the old pay phone, grabbing cold quarters from their jean pocket, trembling fingers pushing them into the machine with a clank and dialing the numbers in their little journal.

The phone rang for a couple times before rustling was heard on the other end along with a rough, muffled voice mumbling a questioned greeting.

“Uncle Scott?” Lemmy sounded desperate, voice raised in the way it gets before tears start pouring. The man on the other side answered quickly, clearly concerned.

“No, no, I’m okay, I promise.” They paused again, listening to the other end. A quiet, short laughter left them. “The boys are okay too, Uncle Scott. I just, um, I just need your thoughts on some stuff.”

Jeff frantically pushed the arena’s metal door open, quickly being greeted by the cold breeze and the loud clanking of the door locking behind him. Still in his ring gear, the leather on his feet shined bright under the glare of the moon as they led his body to the brink of the boardwalk.

He stared down at the start of the wood and the contrasting concrete under his aching soles before he quickly looked up, scanning the edge of the boardwalk. With nothing but darkness in his view he spun, a silhouette outlined on a park bench now in sight, thighs to chest and chin to knees. The posture gave it away, his Lemm sat cuddled up by themselves with nothing but the blue book that had been missing from their duffel sat next to them.

“Oh, Jesus, Dallas.” Jeff cursed under his breath, already jogging his way over.

“Dallas!”

Lemmy’s head left their knees and whipped towards his voice as it quickly grew closer, rushing to their feet as he lewers in on them. Jeff's hand reaches for the back of their head, roughly pulling them to his body and causing Lemm to stumble back, Jeff moving with them.

“Oh good Lord, you scared the hell straight out of me, Dallas Austin.” His words were shakey as he held them tightly, afraid they would disappear if he even thought of letting go. Lemmy breathed in, enjoying the comfort of the washing waves and Jeff’s embrace and wrapped their arms around him, holding him just as tight as he did to them.

“Please don’t ever do that again. Please.” He whispered into the harsh wind as Lemm shoved their face further into his neck.

“M’sorry. Know I shouldn’ta left like that, just had to-had to get outta there.” Their voice was muffled against his skin, growing tighter as they stuttered through an apology. Jeff loosened his grip, hands moving to gently grasp their upper arms, all of his worry obvious on his face.

‘Is this about whatever that was earlier? You wanna talk about what's goin’ on now?” His voice was gentler than it seemed like it ever could be. Lemmy’s eyelids crinkled shut, head frantically shaking.

“I’m fine, promise. I’ve been upset ‘cause of booking, I just needed a cool down.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, just not all of the truth.

“You sure, Lemm?” Jeff dipped his head down, now at their level as his concern grew at their refusal to look him in the eyes.

“Really, I’m fine, Jeff. It’s just a little upsetting not getting booked and I’ve just been missing home and Uncle Scott so I thought I'd give him a call.” Again, not the truth but also not a lie.

“Alright, I guess.” Jeff finally relented but was obviously still skeptical. He brought them back into a hug with a deep, worried breath. “Y’know, you scared all of us pretty bad. You’re important, Dallas. Don’t forget that.”

Lemmy’s eyes held a glint of something he couldn’t recognize, conflict hidden beneath their resolve.

“I know. I know, I just needed to call Uncle Scott.” Lemmy repeated their alibi but their words were shaky, hinting at the emotion lingering behind. Jeff only hums in response, pulling Lemmy closer as he shivers in the wind.

Noticing his tenseness Lemmy pushed their hands under his shirt- not that it was much, he had run out in his ring gear which had only consisted of one of the mesh shirts that night- and pressed their palms to his lower back. Their attempts to make Jeff warmer clearly didn’t work very well, he only arched away from their unknowingly cold hands and screeched their name.

“Sorry! Sorry, I thought my hands were warm, sorry Jeffro.” Lemmy laughs, genuine happiness for the first time in much longer they would’ve liked to admit. “Maybe we should go back inside before one of us catches a cold.” They muttered into the harsh fabric of the bright yellow flesh covering his shoulder.

Before Jeff could even consider moving inside, the metal door clinkered open. Matt and Amy shuffled out from it in much more comfortable clothes than what Jeff still wore, his shirt making it very easy for the duo to find Jeff and Lemm.

“You guys suck.” Neither could tell if Matt’s exclamation was sarcastic or not.

“We had to ask, like, every single person if they’d seen either of you leave! We even asked Mankind, do you know how weird that guy is?” Amy scolded the two from besides Matt.

“Hey! Mick might be a little…unusual, but he’s real nice!” Lemmy stuck up for their old friend, playfully scolding Amy. Matt and Jeff’s confusion was obvious, eyebrows furrowing.

“How do you know that guy, Lemm?” Jeff asked.

“Oh, uh, my dad wrestled with him for a bit in ECW. I’ve met him a couple times.” Lemmy brushed it off with a shrug.

“They were in ECW at the same time? I thought your dad left to come over to WWF just a couple months before Mick returned back to ECW.” Matt and his all-knowing wrestling knowledge questioned.

“Oh, really? I must have confused him for someone else then.” Lemmy spoke almost frantically with a nervous laughter attached. An awkward silence blanketed over the four as Lemmy looked down to their hands, picking at the already chipping nail polish Jeff had haphazardly painted on so they could be matching. The others stared over at them, still confused.

“Um, anyways, we should probably get heading to the hotel. We brought your guys’ stuff so we wouldn’t have to go back inside.” Amy spoke up, taking their duffel bags off of Matt’s shoulder and held them out. Jeff and Lemmy said their thanks while grabbing their bags. Jeff took Lemm’s from them before they had the chance to put it over their shoulder and held it with his own.

“I can carry my bag, dude.”

“I don’t want you runnin’ off on me again, Lemm. Now come on, I’m tired.” Jeff threw the bags over his shoulder and started walking to their car. Lemmy rolled their eyes from behind him before stumbling to catch up and bumped their shoulders together, sending both of them wobbling in opposite directions. Jeff grabbed their arm closest to him and pulled Lemm back to his side. Matt and Amy watched from behind them as Lemmy cackled while they tripped over their own feet and fell straight into Jeff, his own laughter quickly adding to the mix.

“God, I knew they liked each other but I didn’t know it was this bad!” Amy looked at Matt with an exasperated smile.

“Oh, yeah. You’ll get used to that too. They've been like this since Lemmy got to junior year, I think.”

Finally arriving at the hotel, Jeff and Lemm- who are both very bad drivers, Lemmy out of recklessness and Jeff out of blindness, but especially bad at night- pile out of the back with everyone’s bag while Matt goes to check in with the receptionist and Amy stretched out beside the car.

Jeff stared up at the sky, admiring the stars with Lemmy’s hand carelessly in his, every once in a while pointing out a constellation to them with a tug to their hand. Lemmy stared down at the ground with sleepy eyes, head leaning against Jeff’s shoulder- much more comfortable now against his thin, black sweatshirt than before.

“Matt booked the rooms right?” Amy asked through a yawn, gaining the other two’s attention. Jeff nodded at her, confusion once again finding its way to his face. “He mentioned something about two rooms and I figured that it would be me and you-“ She looked over at Lemmy as she spoke. “That would get roomed together ‘cause y’know, brothers, I guess. But um, Matt and I were talking about- if it’s okay with you guys, of course- we were talking about uhm, rooming together.” Amy explained, a blush covering her face as she spoke.

“Yeah, that’s all good. That’s what we usually do anyway.” Lemmy spoke with a smile, happy Matt had someone so nice and pretty and great interested in him. “Actually, usually we only get one room and we all shove into it with a couple other guys but I guess it’s a special occasion.” Jeff shoved them under his arm as they spoke, the cold reaching him again.

Matt walked back to the car with two keys, quickly giving Jeff one before him and Amy made their way over to their room, Jeff and Lemm doing the same.

Lemmy opened the door and practically fell on one of the beds, Jeff shortly doing the same right on top of them.

“Jeffro, there’s a whole ‘nother bed, you ain’t gotta be on top of me.” Lemmy muffled into the bed under them. Jeff groaned but moved over, leaving the both of them squished on the twin bed meant for one.

“S’too cold for that.” He pouted over at Lemm, who only laughed at his brattyness.

“You’d think all of those North Carolina winters would make you a little more warm blooded. C’mere, quit bein’ a baby.”

“M’not bein’ a baby, it’s cold!” Jeff pouted some more, but did as Lemmy said and moved back on top of them but this time with Lemmy not being suffocated. Jeff searched for their hand under the blankets, fingers locking in between fingers. His hand was as warm as they always were, but Lemmy didn’t say anything about his claims of being cold.

“Night, Jeffro. Love you.”

“Night, Lemm. Love you, too.”

Jeff fell asleep quickly, light snores leaving his lips from his seemingly comfortable spot. Though Jeff slept seamlessly, Lemmy didn't at all. Instead they thought. They thought of their career, and of The Hardyz. Of Amy, and her interest in Matt, and his interest back. Of WWF, and E&C. Of Karma, and Willow. Of every single thing ever. But mostly, they thought of Jeff.

They thought of what would happen when Jeff and Matt’s career continued to soar and they were left behind, far far behind. Maybe Jeff would replace them with someone more…normal. More attractive, cooler. Less complicated. But when Jeff took a deep breath in his sleep and snuggled closer to them, their negative thoughts disappeared. Still, they thought all night, especially about Jeff, but now it was good thoughts.

I know this took me forever but I also have some of chapter eight done and the body of chapter nine figured out. I feel like I’ve definitely grown as a writer since the last time i wrote for bbs but idk might just be feelin stuff. Anyways, ignore the whole mick foley and stone cold not being in ECW together they were but shhhh its for the plottt. Also very tempted to start an mjf series but i have this and a Nikki sixx series already that I’m bad enough at keeping up with so i think I’ll unfortunately stick to one shots for now. Might keep my inbox closed for just a lil bit longer so i can breathe for a sec lol i hate school

So Y’know how sometimes when you write something and it comes out completely diff than what you wanted? That’s kinda what happened for Lemm’s backstory at first, so I did go back and change some things that didn’t really make sense or just things that I wanted to change loll for instance, uncle Scott is now a thing and if you dont wanna go back and reread this shit that’s ok cuz i also wouldn’t want to it shouldn’t be that different. Should i write more about Lemm’s back story? Or just give y’all like a basic run down? Get in my inbox rn and talk to me 😡 idc ab what just talkkkk to meeeeeeeeee

I actually hate the ending but i am tired and over this y’all

#jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x oc #liv writes;*!#bonesbodysoul #bones body soul

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rawiswhore · 2 months

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Various WWF Wrestlers/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "I Love This Bar"

For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either ship yourself with these male wrestlers or Jack Tripper. Or both.

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When the World Wrestling Federation resurged in popularity during the dawn of the new millennium--even eclipsing the 1980's WWF in popularity---the WWF launched their own restaurant during the Attitude era known as WWF New York, which of course, was located in New York.

Many professional wrestlers during that time would stand inside WWF New York promoting it.

The WWF New York restaurant of course had a bar people could order drinks from.

If it's Jack Tripper you want...

One of the things "Three's Company" is known for is the Regal Beagle pub that Jack, Janet and Chrissy hung out in.

"Three's Company" was also known for Jack being a womanizer and having a lot of hypersexualized women trying to flirt with him, as well as women having many upskirt shots.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired near the end of the year 2000---the same year that the WWF New York restaurant was launched---there was a moment in that episode where you were in that WWF New York restaurant standing on top of the bar's table.

Located in front of the bar was Christian Cage, Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Al Snow and Raven.

Those 4 men were the sexiest men in the WWF that year.

All of those men in this scene had their long hair hanging down, and Al and Raven had shaved their facial hair off.

That's a good thing since they didn't look too good with it.

Not only were those wrestlers standing in front of that bar's table, so were a crowd of other men and women.

When you were standing on that bar's table, you were wearing a rather short skirt so those men in front of you---in particular those wrestlers---could see up your skirt.

While you stood on top of that table, you slightly danced with a smirk on your face, your hands placed at the sides of your head while your fingers were laced and running down through your hair.

Your hips swayed back and forth while Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven looked up at you.

Al and Christian were really the ones smiling, Raven was staying in character and mostly scowled and sneered, and many people surrounding them watching you dance were also smiling and cheering for you.

If they could, Christian and some of those other wrestlers would pull out some money and hand it to you.

You, on the other hand, looked at Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven with a smile on your face as this camera filmed you as well as them.

You wish other male wrestlers could be watching you dance on this table---Scott Hall, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, Shawn Michaels, Val Venis if he grew his hair back, Rob Van Dam, Nova from ECW, and the list goes on.

However, many of those wrestlers were in other companies, Val cut his hair and he became more conservative, Nova didn't look good with facial hair that year and Triple H started looking terrible in the year 2000 when he became the Game (he also had Stephanie McMahon with him).

When you danced on that bar's table, you weren't drunk nor were you pretending to be drunk.

This moment was like a moment from the movie "Coyote Ugly"---which also was released in the year 2000, although you didn't pour beer on your breasts even though you wish you could've.

You actually were considered a role for that movie, but you turned it down.

During a "Three's Company" episode that aired at the end of the 1970's, there was an episode where Jack visited the Regal Beagle and you had gotten a little bit too tipsy and wild.

So wild, that you climbed on top of the Regal Beagle's pub table and began dancing, which caught Jack's as well as everyone else in the pub's attention.

You swayed your hips back and forth and wore a short skirt, and Jack was standing in front of that pub's table looking up your skirt.

When he was filmed, he was filmed above his chest staring up at you.

You smiled with a grin on your face while you looked at Jack.

Jack wasn't gonna lie, he was getting a boner from looking up your skirt.

If only you weren't drunk.

If "Three's Company" could show lots of upskirt shots, Janet with her legs a bit open and her pantyline covering her vulva, and women walking around wearing nothing but towels (as well as being a show where a man lives with 2 women before he married them!), then they can show you dancing on top of a pub's table.

#wwf #three's company #christian cage #jeff hardy #chris jericho #jack tripper #al snow #raven

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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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Jeff Hardy - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

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One Shots:

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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Tag Team Lovers - Jeff Hardy (18+)

Jeff Hardy x Nicole

Commission: @childofsaltwater@childofsaltwater

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

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

Word Count: 3,020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

Jeff nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m scared of doctors.” I lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff laughed. “I know, I do too.”

“So, about dinner?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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no pressure bby but are u still gonna do those oneshot requests 👀

YES YES I AM. I SWEAR I AM! they are in my drafts im so serious. when i did the poll thingy (the one shots didn’t win ☹️) and im not exactly sure which request i should put up. i want to get to the point where my requests are just always open but it’s a bit difficult and i want to get these out FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!

anyway, enough of my ranting, here’s a all 8 of them,

jeff hardy x reader (love triangle with trish) THIS ONE IS LITERALLY ALMOST DONE LIKE ITS ON THE EDGE

undertaker x reader (nsfw) i am really struggling writing this to be honest because im not experienced LOL

brian pillman x reader (nefarious backstage shenanigans and trolling people) this one is in the works too

bret hart x reader (beef backstage but then we make out and it’s okay) this one is also on the edge of being done

kevin nash x reader (nash has a crush on reader and reader is painfully oblivious for the most part) i liked this one a lot but it is also still kind of halfway done

shawn michaels x reader (reader is jealous but shawn finds it pretty hot) literally this one is on the edge too

edge x reader (random stuff i decided to do headcanons of heel!edge x possible heel!reader) AND SPEAKING OF EDGE. i got him too

scott hall x reader (i freestyled with this on god, mootie requested this) i was on the dj booth so i did hcs for these too

#arita speaks #EIGHT MY LUCKY NUMBER

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 5 months

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Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (615): Wed 22nd Nov 2023

Checked out last nights Dynamite. Holy shit, Another fucking tournament. Someone needs to sit Tony Khan down…and hold him there for six months so he can’t book another fucking tournament. Seriously how many have we had since AEE started? And most of them are for nothing at all other than bragging rights. This one is called the Continental Classic which will apparently see the introduction of…sigh…ANOTHER FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP IN AEW. Why not just make this tournament the AES equivalent of the G1 climax and the winner gets a world title shot? Anywho I was happy to see Timeless Toni Storm crowned the woman’s champion again. It’s absolutely the right decision as the belt should always be on the wrestler with the most buzz and people have been praising the shit out of Toni since she went all Sunset Boulevard. What I really hope is that eventually Tony starts giving more people input on the storylines. He’s got so many creative minds under contract right now: Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy, Mark Henry, Jake Roberts, Jeff Jarrett, Bryan Danielson, Christian Cage, Dustin Rhodes, QT Marshall, Jimmy Jacobs etc. Why not decide on the feuds you want to do over the course of a month and give each agent one of them to oversee? So you decide you want FTE vs Young Bucks at the next pay per view and you give that feud to Jimmy Jacobs to write a month long storyline for. Then you decide you want Wardlow vs Darby Allin and you give that feud to Jeff Jarrett to write for? It will spice up the look and feel of the show why not give it a fucking go?

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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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fanfic masterlist & requests || updated 3/19/2024!

(i post my fic here on tumblr and on archive of our own)

please see my #magnoliafanfic tag for everything i’ve posted/requests i’ve gotten

World Wrestling Entertainment/Federation

Hard Candy [Shawn Michaels / one-shot / smut]

Worthy of Her [Jeff Hardy / one-shot / smut]

Not So Scary After All [Bret Hart / one-shot / smut]

Say What You Feel Inside [Bret Hart x fem!McMahon reader / one-shot]

Michelangelo’s Billy Gunn [Billy Gunn / one-shot / smut]

I’ll Show You A Winner [Shawn Michaels / one-shot / smut]

Golden Boy [Shawn Michaels x Billy Gunn / one-shot / smut]

It Takes Two To Tango [Billy Gunn / one-shot / smut]

Don’t Stop [Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels / one-shot / smut]

Acting Up [Stone Cold Steve Austin x Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels / one-shot / smut]

Godless [CM Punk x Reader / one-shot / smut]

Hard Working Man [Shawn Michaels x Kevin Nash / one-shot / smut]

...The Jerk Store Called! [Billy Gunn x Shawn Michaels, Kevin Nash x Shawn Michaels / one-shot / smut]

Sextape [CM Punk x Randy Orton / one-shot / smut]

Little Death [Randy Orton x Roman Reigns / one-shot / smut]

Awakening [Shawn Michaels x Sycho Sid / one-shot / smut]

World Championship Wrestling

Employee of the Month [Sting / one-shot / smut]

Thunderstorm [Sting / enemies to lovers / series] (Chapter 4/6, last updated 12/30/22)

All Elite Wrestling

Christian’s Good Girl [Christian Cage / one-shot / smut]

Fucked My Way to the Top [CM Punk x Billy Gunn / one-shot / smut]

**Fluffy February 2023 (WWE & WCW) **

Masterlist

Better Call Saul

One of Those Nights [Lalo Salamanca / one-shot / smut]

Mango Lip Gloss [Lalo Salamanca / one-shot / smut]

Request - Soft Lalo

Diamond Girl [Lalo Salamanca x Female OC / series]

What We Do in the Shadows

Vampire Weekend [Nandor the Relentless x Female OC / series]

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thatscrewyballyhooeyhollywood · 6 months

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Classic Film Festival Day 2

And we're back! For Day 2 of Cinecon 59, and although this is a 5-day festival, we don't let one minute of these precious days go to waste. So yeah, Day 2 sure was jam packed....

Boris Karloff Home Movies (1937 - 1941)

As a relative newbie to the cinephile universe, Boris Karloff is most famous to me as The Monster in Universal's classic horror films of the 1930s and 1940s. Frankenstein's monster, of course, but I also know he starred as assorted villains over the years - the Satanic priest Hjalmar Poelzig in The Black Cat (1934), the lumbering executioner in 15th century England in Tower of London (1939), and the original Imhotep in The Mummy (1932).

The short clips of home movies shown in this 15-minute presentation highlighted the man behind the monster, with shots of birthday parties, his very young daughter Sara (born on his 51st birthday, while he was at work on Son of Frankenstein (1939)), his large home and gardens, and a wide variety of friends. All clips were accompanied by biting-but-loving commentary by the now elderly Sara Karloff, who adored her father, but also saw there was something inane in the fact he owned.... goats.

Little Mickey Grogan (1927)

RKO Pictures

Director: James Leo Meehan

The first feature of the day got us off to a rip-roaring start, with this silent comedy about two semi-homeless kids, the eponymous Mickey (Frankie Darro) and his spitfire kinda best friend, Susan (Lassie Lou Ahern), who manage to solve an entire host of other people's problems, and still find their own happy ever after in the process.

First up is befriending kind-hearted factory worker, Winnie (Jobyna Ralston), who takes both children in and offers them food, a place to stay, and - gross! - a bath. As appreciative as they are, Mickey is listless and he is back on the streets in no time, now befriending an unemployed architect who lost his job because he is slowly going blind. Through a series of hapless circumstances, Mickey manages to get Winnie and Jeff (Carroll Nye) in the same room, where sparks fly, and Winnie becomes determined to help Jeff get his life back on track.

More shenanigans ensue - most perpetrated by a rather acrobatic Mickey - but we can all guess how this turns out, right? Winnie finds a way to get Jeff the medical help that will reverse his vision loss, he lands a job as an architect, and the two happily adopt their homeless benefactors.

Not much of a spoiler alert as the film's plot was delightfully predictable, and I do mean that, while it is clear from the start how things will end, the fun is watching this cast get to that end. Frankie Darro was especially impressive, with his many stunts, and Lassie Lou Ahern kept pace with him with her snappy one-liners. A joy to watch at 9am!

The Scarlet Letter (1934)

Majestic Pictures

Director: Robert G. Vignola

I read this book in high school, and remembered this: what's-her-name committed adultery and she wore a big red "A" on her chest for the rest of her life. I also remember not enjoying the book all that much, so I was pleasantly surprised by this recently restored version - the first sound adaptation of the Nathaniel Hawthorne novel every student will undoubtedly read at some point in their academic career.

In this version, the beautiful Colleen Moore takes on the role of Hester Prynne, the 17th century Massachusetts widow who has an affair with the town minister, Arthur Dimmesdale (Hardie Albright). When the unmarried Hester becomes pregnant, and will not reveal the name of her baby's father, she is forced to wear a scarlet "A" on her chest as a mark of her crime.

Hester plows onward, giving birth to her illegitimate daughter Pearl (Cora Sue Collins), and trying to make a life for the two of them in a town that shuns them. Among those who turn their backs on Hester and Pearl is Hester's long-lost husband, Roger Chillingworth (Henry B. Walthall), whom she believed died in a shipwreck years earlier, and who shows up in town the same day as her trial. Furious at her betrayal, Chillingworth makes it his mission to ruin Hester's life by letting her flail at survival.

And there's the Reverend Dimmesdale, eaten alive by guilt over the tortures inflicted on Hester by his parishioners, and her protection of him, but who can't seem to figure out a way to make things right.

It will all come to a tragic conclusion (of course - otherwise, why would the book be required reading for students everywhere?), but I still found myself enjoying the film. It was a bit slow (what classic literary masterpiece isn't?), and I did walk away with the same thought I had after reading the book - what was the point? - but I still thought the performances were strong, the set design was masterful, and there were some nice comic elements scattered throughout. Not a bad way to spend an hour or so.

Forgotten Faces (1928)

Paramount-Famous Players Lasky

Director: Victor Schertzinger

We go from dark to darker with this 1928 silent drama. And whew, I do mean dark. "Heliotrope Harry" Harlow (Clive Brook) is a successful thief and con man, who comes home early one night from a job and finds his heartless gold-digging wife, Lilly (Olga Baclanova) in bed with another man. Cool as a cucumber in the fridge, Harry whips out a gun and shoots the lover dead.

Knowing Lilly is evil, and prison is now his only destination, Harry retrieves his beloved infant daughter from a nearby bedroom, and takes her to a wealthy family, leaving her on the front step for them to find and adopt. Harry then calls on his friend and criminal partner, Froggy (a very young William Powell) and begs him to watch over his daughter, to make sure Lilly never finds her.

Fast forward 15 years, and Harry is behind bars for murder, Lilly is living in squalor, and Froggy is keeping his promise to protect Alice (Mary Brian). But that sneaky scheming Lilly - she tricks Froggy into revealing Alice's location - and Lilly can't help herself. She visits Harry in prison, and gloats that she knows where their daughter is, how wealthy her adopted family is, and she will stop at nothing to fleece Alice of everything she has.

Desperate to stop Lilly, Harry manages to break out of prison (as one could do with some ease in the 1920s), and secure a job as a butler with Alice's family. He bides his time, falling in love with his daughter all over again, and waiting for the showdown with Lilly he knows is coming.

I have to admit, I was a bit surprised at the darkness of this material. You do have it all - a heartless wife and mother only interested in money, a crime of passion (murder, no less), a family torn asunder, and a vengeful woman out to destroy her own child. It's a storyline I wouldn't expect to see in the conservative backlash of the hedonistic 1920s, but I am glad this one got made. It was fantastic. Dark. Wicked. And brutally fantastic.

What's Cookin (1942)

Universal Pictures

Director: Edward F. Cline

After two rather somber and dark films, it was time to lighten things up! And what better way to do that than with a "Jivin' Jacks and Jills" classic?

As I learned through the course of attending Cinecon, the Jivin' Jacks and Jills were a group of teenage singers and dancers that Universal Pictures cobbled together in the 1940s to put in B musicals and attract teen audiences. A very young Donald O'Connor was part of the troupe (and appears in What's Cookin'), a fact I was very excited about because I have always adored him. I grew up watching Singin' in the Rain (1952). Need I say more?

There isn't much of a plot to this film. The owners of a successful radio program, J.P. Courtney (Charles Butterworth) and his wife, Agatha (Billie Burke) are at odd over how to keep the program fresh and exciting. J.P. wants to bring in new acts; Agatha thinks the classical music that made the program popular is just fine. So by bringing in a few co-conspirators, including hapless magician Marvo the Great (Leo Carillo), the extremely popular Andrews Sisters (LaVerne, Maxene, and Patricia Andrews), and, of course, the Jivin Jacks and Jills, J.P. hopes to convince Agatha the times, they are a'changin.'

This film really was a breath of fresh air, even if it hadn't followed on the heels of two dark dramas. The musical numbers were the heart and soul, and rightfully so - they were fabulous. Why talk when you can sing and dance, I always say? I can see why these types of musicals were so popular during World War II - there really was no better way to get away from the horrors of reality than with whipped cream like this.

The Student of Prague (1926)

Sokai-Film

Director: Henrik Galeen

We close out Night 2 with probably my favorite movie of the entire weekend. I'm no student of German Expressionism (I haven't even seen The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)), but this movie was so stunningly beautiful. And so clever. And truly the stuff of nightmares.

Balduin (Conrad Veidt) is bored. He is the best swordsman in the entire city of Prague - no one even comes close - so dueling has lost its appeal. He doesn't care about going to parties with his friends anymore - how much beer can one guy drink before he tires of it anyway? And life is just... dull. Balduin wants to fall in love, but he is so wrapped up in his own listlessness, he doesn't notice the affections of Lydushka (Elizza La Porta), a waitress in the local bar. Plus, he probably wouldn't be interested anyway - Lydushka is poor, and Balduin craves riches.

That's why he accepts a weird offer from the mysterious Scapinelli (Werner Krauss), a wealthy stranger who promises to give Balduin endless riches, in exchange for one thing: Balduin's mirror reflection. It's a bizarre request, but who needs their reflection? And Scapinelli is going to hand over more money than Balduin has ever seen, so Balduin accepts, and it isn't long before he starts reaping the rewards of the deal.

He attends high society parties, where he falls in love with Comtesse Margit (Agnes Esterhazy), a wealthy heiress he saved from a horseback riding accident before he met Scapinelli (and, of course, who fell in love with the poor Balduin but he was so self absorbed he didn't see it).

But it isn't long before Balduin's reflection, wandering free, starts wreaking havoc, and Balduin is facing increasing recriminations for his double's behavior. When Balduin's mirror reflection ruins his budding romance with Margit, Balduin decides to put an end to it. At a terrible cost to him as well.

There isn't much words can do to describe this film, and how beautiful it was. How horrifying it was. It really is a masterpiece in every way. And should be more widely available.

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