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You scared me

Nicholas Jackson X Fem (wrestler) reader

Summary: Y/N scares Nick during her match.

Warnings: Mentions of blood steel cage death match type shit :)

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I watched the cage lower from above, the steel shining in the arena. Tonight we would see the TBS championship being defended in a steel cage match. Normally I woudn't think much of a match like this, I was familuar with the cage and I trusted Y/n. However with Adam Copeland breaking his leg in that same cage not even a month ago had me on edge.

"Stop worring Nicky, I'll be fine" Y/n told me reassuringly as she kissed my cheek. "You know you're not supposed to be calling me that, you must call me by my god given name" "Well Nicholas, you know these kinds of matches arn't new for me. Willow and I will go out there and protect each other, you know that" "Just promise me you'll be careful, no stupid moves off the cage" "I promise I will be carefull but I don't know about the other part" Y/n told me playfully, I however did not find her joke funny. "You're out in 30" called one of the members on the production team. I gave Y/n a quick kiss before letting her get into posistion for what would be yet another history making moment in AEW.

"Jesus Christ!" Matthew called out "Did you see that!" Everyone was gathered around to watch the match from a monitor backstage, everyone wanted to see the bloody brawl that was about to take place. I couldn't watch, the sound of the steel chair cracking Y/n's skull made me sick. The blood poured out of her head leaving a puddle in the ring. "Nicholas! Are you even watching?" Matthew asked me "This is kinda hard for me to watch" I told him. "Think about all the stupid things you do that Y/n has to deal with, you should be watching!" He had a point.

I watched as Willow pulled out a large black bag that was wedged between the cage and the ring. My first thought was thumb tacks but I felt my jaw drop when Willow dumped a variety of mouse traps in the ring. "Jesus" I mumbled under my breath. I watched Willow Suplex Y/n into the traps. Some stuck to her skin while others were left with chunks of skin.

The crowd was going nuts, the women were left covered in blood, welts and bruised scattred their skin. They were proving once again that the women can do death matches. Everytime I thought it was over I was shocked by the last minute kick out. My worries had disappeared, I was on the edge of my seat wanting to see what would happen next. Just then I saw Y/n start to make her way up the steel cage and that nervous feeling returned. The arena went scilent as Y/n stood atop of the cage. They watched as Y/n took a few moments to compose herself, talking in the view and how quet everyone had become. They were showing their respect, allowing total concentration for what was about to occur. I watched Y/n execute a perfect corckscrew shooting star press (Pac's black arrow) but to my supprise Willow moved out of the way at the last second. Y/n went crashing hard into the table she had set up. Everyone was in shock with what we just witnessed. Y/n lifeless body lied in the middle of the ring as Willow went for the pin. 1...2....3...

Y/n didn't move a inch as Willow celebrated with her new title in the ring. "She's dead" called out another wrestler. "She's not dead, chill out" Matthew spat but I coudn't help think that maybe she was injured. She hadn't move at all. Medical staff tended to her as I ran towards the entrance way to make sure she was okay. They carried her backstage and I was to greet her. "What the fuck where you thinking" I asked Y/n as I held her tightly in my arms. "Owww" she called out "Sorry, Sorry but like what the fuck Y/n!" "I'm fine, don't worry about me" "You are not fine, you're going to need stitches and you just fell 15 feet to your death. You scared me Y/n!" I told her "I'm sorry I scared you" she told me "Please tell me you won't do something stupid like that again" "No promises"

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Console | N.J.

Summary: Hi, I adore your blog! Could I request a Nick Jackson imagine circa NJPW. 2018 before his and Matt’s match against the Golden Lovers? Maybe Y/N consoles him after their loss of the match and friendship. Maybe fluffy-smutty? Friends to lovers trope, possibly? Thanks so much! 💞

Author's Note: Thank you for the kind words. 🫶 Thanks to supahkixbabe for being a Young Bucks encyclopedia. ❤️

Requested by anon

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Y/N sat in the Young Bucks locker room in silence. The brothers just came back from a match against Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi. They lost the match, but that wasn't the reason behind their pain. They were mourning the loss of their friendships.

"I, uh, I think I'm gonna go for a walk," Matt announced to the occupants of the room. Before Nick or Y/N could walk, he was out the door. Nick sighed and leaned back on the couch. Y/N sat next to him.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

He smiled sadly. "All part of the wrestling business,"

Silence took over the room again. She hated seeing them like this, but especially Nick. When their friends betrayed they, he took it the hardest. Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when he decided to talk again.

"You won't leave us, right?"

Y/N shook her head. She couldn't even if she tried. Her crush on the younger Jackson brother wouldn't allow it. A life without the Jackson brothers sounded awful. A life without Nick would be impossible. "I couldn't ever live without you guys,"

"Do we mean that much to you?" He asked hopefully. Nick knew they did, but he had to hear it. Y/N was happy to oblige.

"Of course. I couldn't imagine a life without you... guys," she added quickly. Nick's interest peaked at the hesitation.

"How much do I mean to you?"

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. She side eyed him, hoping that he wouldn't catch her change in behavior. Her stomach tied in knots. A nervous laugh was all she could produce before she found the courage to speak. "Alot, Nicholas,"

Nick smiled, and they looked into each other's eyes. The same blue eyes she would get lost in time and time again. Except this time, they were getting closer to her face. He stopped unsure if this was really happening. To both their shock, Y/N leaned in the rest of the way. Their lips connected for a brief kiss. They pulled away.

"Should we have done that?" Y/N asked nervously. She stood up from the couch. The last thing she wanted to hear was that this was a mistake. A rush feeling on his part because of his current state. "You are going through a lot. I should go find Matt,"

"Don't go, please," he begged. His hand wrapped around her wrist. Nick pulled on it gently to urge her to sit back down. "That was something I've been wanting to do for a while,"

The room felt hotter. She figured it was the thermostat. There is no way the human body can produce this much heat. Y/N sat down a little closer to him this time. More than anything, she wanted this to happen. "I've wanted to do that too,"

“We’ve known each other for so long," Nick started. He licked his lips nervously as he thought of what to say. "I want to be more than friends,”

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"What took you so long?"

Their lips locked again. This time, they didn't immediately separate. He cupped her cheek with his hand. Y/N nervously moved to straddle his waist. When he didn't shy away, she felt her confidence grow. With a leg on each side of him, they continued to kiss. His hands gripped her waist before sliding up her shirt. Her hands wrapped around his neck. Her shirt was up to just below her bra before the door opened.

Matt stood there with a wide grin. Y/N blushed and immediately went back to the couch. She adjusted her shirt to cover herself once more. The older Jackson was going to have a field day with this.

"Do I have to give you kids the talk?" He asked. Y/N wished the floor could swallow her. Nick blushed yet had a big grin on his face.

"I think we are okay, Matt," Nick chuckled and kissed Y/N's burning cheek.

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[golden-lovers]

At first, we insisted that everyone still call us Mr. Instant Replay and Slick Nick, and we even preferred to be booked as singles wrestlers. In fact, at High Risk Wrestling, we continued to book ourselves that way. But the more we resisted, the more people wanted us to team together. Indeed, every time we were booked, we’d be advertised as Matt and Nick, aka the Young Bucks. Eventually, we just gave in, realizing we couldn’t go against what the Southern California wrestling fans seemed to want. -Matt Jackson, Killing the Business: From Backyards to the Big Leagues

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He said:

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I've never seen a soul on Earth mention this. hello is anyone there

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Nick’s recent insta story

Thank you Nicholas 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

[madhatterbri]

Objection | N.J.

Summary: Reader is about to marry another guy, but Nick objects and expresses why the reader shouldn’t marry the guy. I was thinking something sweet with a little spice? ☺️

Author's Note: Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. ❤️

Requested by: Anonymous

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"Don't marry him," Nick urged. Blue eyes watched her carefully. The same blue eyes seemed to read her soul even when they were children. The rejection was there. He could feel it in his heart. The wrestler cost their relationship. He was being selfish again, but he had to have her. No one else could ever have her love like he did.

"Why, Nick?" She asked. The tone of her voice was crisp. His beloved was irritated. Nick didn't blame her. He jerked her heart around for so long.

"You know why. I love you. I can change. Just, please, listen to me. I'll... I'll.... I can-,"

"No. No,"

"Please," he begged. Nick reached out for her, but she took a step back. The warmth he once felt from her long gone. This was all his fault.

"You can't ask something like that from me. Not like this. I wanted you. I've loved you since we were kids. I waited months, no, years, for you to change, and you never did,"

"I will. Just give me more time,"

"No! I refuse to wait for you any longer, Nicholas. I won't keep putting myself through the same hurt over and over again,"

Nicholas woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring. With a frustrated groan, he slammed his hand down on the clock. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the ceiling above him. The feeling of dread washed over him. Today was the day Y/N was going to get married.

He allowed himself to wallow in self-pity for a few moments longer. An alert came through on his phone. Matt, his older brother, must be checking on him. The young brother argued with himself on whether to simply ignore the text or reply. He chose the latter. His brother would have continued to bother him until he responded.

Their text exchange was simple. Matt knew his brother was a mess, and Nick lied that everything was fine. Today was fine. He was fine. Really. Except he wasn't. No matter how many times he vowed to treat today like a normal day, it wasn't possible. They were supposed to be getting married. She wasn't supposed to marry some loser she met in God knows where.

A crazy idea popped into his head. He had to convince her one more time to give him a chance. Nick never gave up on his wrestling dream. There was no way he was going to give up on the woman of his dreams.

He checked her social media page. Something he did often on nights when he missed her the most. They posed in front of the chapel they were getting married recently. Her fiance posted the picture and tagged her. The caption made him roll his eyes.

One week until the wedding!

"Not likely you stupid idiot," Nick scoffed.

The hopeful man jumped out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom and changed quickly. His legs worked in overdrive as he rushed out the house. This was his final shot and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Y/N smiled at her best friend. The two women were drinking some mimosas before the wedding. After a few sips, the bride realized this was the worst drink to ever be made. Now she was reveling in the peace and quiet. Her best friend's phone dinged.

"Sorry. I could have sworn I put this stupid thing on silent," her best friend apologized. Once she checked her phone, she cursed. "I gotta call my boss. Work. I'll be right back. Don't have any fun without me,"

The best friend left before Y/N could say anything. She sighed and sat in front of the vanity mirror. As much as she enjoyed the quiet, she hated being alone. Her mind liked to wander when there was no one to distract her.

Her mind liked to remember her childhood with Nick. All the times she dressed in a paper wedding dress. She made him stand at a pretend altar. He hated the game, but she always loved it. Nick should be waiting for her at the altar.

The door to her room opened. The welcomed distraction ceased any thoughts of Nick.

"I thought you were going to tell me that you had to leave. I-" she stopped the moment Nick's reflection appeared in the mirror. Her mouth dropped in shock. She turned in her chair and stood up. This was no trick. He was standing right in front of her. "Nick? What are you doing here?"

"I had some help," Nick answered and motioned to her friend.

"You need to leave," she told Nick. Her attention turned to her best friend. "You, I can't believe you would do this. You are my best friend,"

"Just hear him out, Y/N. I'll be right outside the door if you need anything," she told them. Her friend shot him a don't screw this up or you'll regret it look before leaving.

"What are you doing here? I thought I was perfectly clear when I-"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. Y/N stared at him. This was the first time he ever apologized. It was always just empty promises of how he would change. "I know I put you on the back burner. Trust me, I had no plans on coming here today. But if I didn't give up on my dreams of being a wrestler, I'm not giving up on the woman of my dreams,"

Y/N felt the tears spring to her eyes. Even after all this time, he would still fight for her.

"Awww," they heard outside the door. Y/N closed her eyes. A few tears ran down her face. A soft chuckle escaped her. The poor girl was always a hopeless romantic.

"How do I know you aren't going to do this again? Nick, I want to believe you, but I've given you so many chances," she explained.

"Y/N, I love you. I won't ever stop loving you,"

Y/N watched him. Her mind and heart are fighting against the other. More than anything, she wanted to believe him. When she turned away, Nick's heart dropped. She was going to reject him again. This was it. He never would have imagined the next thing she told him.

"Unzip me,"

"What?"

"I imagine you don't want me leaving with you in a wedding dress that isn't for our wedding," she answered.

Nick sighed in relief. He unzipped the dress. The dress pooled at her feet. Now only left in her underwear and bra, Nick couldn't help but watch her. She caught him.

"Are we teenagers again, Nick?" Y/N asked with a teasing tone. She changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt. Her high heels were replaced with flip flops.

"Just enjoying the view," he answered. His hands were raised defensively. She walked over to him. He placed an arm around her waist. Her body pressed against his. "You won't regret this, Y/N,"

"I know,"

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