WWE Imagines

Jeff Hardy-Careful

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,159

Summary: You tell Jeff many times to be careful before his matches, but of course he doesn't listen.

A/N: Jeff fic! Hope You Enjoy!

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It was Monday Night RAW time and you were backstage in your husband's locker room, pacing back and forth.

Worry was taking over your body as you thought about the match Jeff was set to be in. He claimed that it was gonna be a normal no DQ match against Randy Orton, but there was a surprise that would come.

Knowing Jeff, it would be something crazy. Whether it's jumping from a high height and hitting a swanton bomb or getting speared mid air, he knew how to get fans on their feet and drop their mouths open.

You were biting your nails, thinking of any and everything Jeff could do. Just then, the bathroom door opened, revealing Jeff. He finished putting on his gear as he walked towards your worried, pacing frame.

"Baby, you gotta chill out." Jeff said while fixing his arm bands. You stopped walking, turning to look at him. "Chill out? You just told me there's gonna be a surprise during your no DQ match, I have every right to be worried!" You finished, continuing to pace.

Jeff chuckled, gently grabbing your arms and guiding you to sit down on the couch. "Calm down. I'm not gonna do anything crazy." You gave him a knowing look, not believing what he said for one second.

"Okay fine, I lied, but I'm still gonna do something crazy.  I wanna do it so the fans won't ever forget who I am." You smiled at his words, sensing some sadness in them.

He was planning to retire next year, so he was gonna make sure that this year is his year. The year where fans will remember him forever.

"Jeff, you've been working with WWE for 14 years now. Fans aren't gonna forget you. You don't have to do whatever you're gonna do to make fans love you, they already do. So please, be careful."

Jeff grabbed your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for your mini speech, but I'm still gonna do what I want." You playfully huffed out an annoyed breath, snatching your hand out his hold, and pushing him away from you.

"Whatever you prick." You joked, leaning in for a kiss." You two pulled back when you heard a knock at the door, followed by Matt's voice.

"Hey, you dressed in there?" You got up and opened the door. "Hey Matt and yeah, Jeff's dressed."

"Good, cause the staff is calling for him. Randy's about to make his entrance." And with Matt's words, Jeff was off the couch and walking out the room, but before he could get to the door, you grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at you.

"Do what I said and be careful." Jeff sorta brushed you off by nodding his head and walking out in the hallway. You only sighed, going for the remote to the TV.

"You okay?" Matt asked, feeling a little concerned at how stressed you looked. "Yeah, but Jeff's  gonna make me start growing gray hairs! I'm just worried about him." Matt nodded his head, understanding how you felt.

He used to feel like that as well when they fought back in the early 2000s and late 1990s. Jeff was always known for taking high risks, mainly for the pop of the crowd, and wanting to please the fans.

"He'll be alright. He always is." You stayed silent as you watched Jeff make his entrance. Fans screamed and sang his theme song as he low fived fans. Once his entrance was done, the match started.

All was well, the two putting up a good fight, but when you saw Jeff and Randy fight their ways up the ramp, you knew it wasn't gonna end well. The two fought, throwing kicks and punches, but at the end Jeff won.

Jeff quickly made work, climbing up the silver bars and standing tall, looking at all the cheering fans. Even though he seemed pretty high, it apparently wasn't high enough because he climbed up a couple more bars, making him now 30 feet in the air.

You abruptly stood up from the couch. "He wouldn't dare." You muttered to yourself, hoping you were right, but then he screamed, making the fans even more pumped.

Then he jumped.

He flipped in the air, doing his finisher, a swanton bomb, but the only problem was that he missed. The cameraman that was aiming at the floor, showed that Jeff had landed a few inches away from Randy's body onto the cushion that was placed under the black mat for this very reason of him missing.

"Oh my god!" You yelled, eyes almost busting out their sockets. You couldn't believe he just did this. And that's when it hit you. This was the surprise he was talking about. To make sure the fans never forgot him.

You went to turn around to the door, but Matt stopped you. "Don't. Don't go out there." You whined at that. "But Matt, he's hurt!" Matt ignored your cries, jumping up as he saw Jeff slowly crawl towards Randy's body.

"Look, he's gonna pin him." And with one arm laid across Randy's chest, he won with the count of 3. The fans loved it. They ate this match up with nothing, but respect filling their minds for him.

Although he got the win, he sure as hell didn't feel like it. His back was hurting, head hurting from all the yelling, and he's pretty sure he landed on his shoulder wrong.

You didn't care about him winning, you cared about himself and his body, his well being. You rushed out the room and down the hall, looking for any sign of him seeing that he was already being stretchered from the ramp to backstage.

You passed the medic room and that's when you saw him. He was laid out, face twisted up in pain as he held his arm and shoulder. "J-Jeff." You whispered, taking his face in both of your hands.

"Did you like the surprise?" He managed to croak out.

Anger filled your body when you realized what he asked you. "You stupid idiot, I could kill you right now!" You threatened him, wishing you could punch the shit out his injured arm. "I told you to be careful twice and you still didn't listen to me!" You scolded him.

Medic's from behind him, who were pushing the stretcher, gave a look to each other, glad it wasn't them who was getting yelled at. "Ma'am, we need to take him to the medical room, maybe even the hospital if you don't mind."

You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes before sniffling. "You're lucky these guys are saving you, but once we find out what's wrong with you, I'm gonna yell your head off."

Jeff closed his eyes, hurting from the pain of his arm and thinking about all the yelling you're gonna do after he gets checked out. He should've been careful.