#matt jackson fluff

[midwestmade29]

Walking Around Looking at Christmas Lights 🎄

Christmas writing prompt: #5 Word count: 586 Divider by: @saradika-graphics Be sure to check out @madhatterbri’s [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

Just a cute little fluff story for you to enjoy on your Saturday! 💚

You share a special holiday tradition with Matt Jackson for the first time…

“Are there really over 1 million lights here, or did you just tell me that to get me out in the cold?” Matt asked as he intertwined his glove covered fingers with yours. He looked adorable in his thick winter coat, beanie, and scarf which was quite the opposite from his usual warm weather attire of shorts and a tank. Matt was happy to accompany you to your home state for Christmas this year since he hadn’t seen where you grew up yet. He met your parents yesterday when they picked the two of you up at the airport, and he would soon meet the rest of your family in the upcoming days of your vacation. This was just the first thing you wanted to show Matt on the list of traditions you wrote down on the plane. It was something you remembered doing with your parents and siblings as a kid, and one day you hoped to continue the tradition with your own little family. “I promise! There really are more than 1 million lights here! This place made it into the world records book. It’s so magical here.” You assured. “It’s really changed and evolved since it all started years ago.”

Different strands of lights colored from red and green to every other color of the rainbow lit up the night sky. Displays of lights with various themes lined all the paths of the walkways, with some exhibits even timed to flash and twinkle in time with Christmas music! Fire pits were spread sporadically through the area offering temporary relief from the cold along with a few refreshment stands that sold hot drinks and snacks. Laughter filled the air from families building snowmen and having snowball fights, while others played outdoor games and took pictures to capture the memories that were being created. There was so much to do! With each new area you and Matt came across, his features lit up with delight and wonder, and you often found yourself looking at him instead of the lights. He finally caught you staring which made him laugh and you to blush. Thankfully your cheeks were already pink from the chill of the air, so Matt couldn’t tell! “You know I’ve seen Christmas lights before, right?” he teased. “I know you have, it’s just that I’ve never seen them like this before.” You admitted. “What do you mean?” It took you a minute to gather your thoughts so you could explain yourself so it made sense. “I’ve seen these lights a hundred times before. It’s just, being able to see them through your eyes for the first time is refreshing and fun. Being here with you is so special. It’s the best gift you could ever give me.”

Matt moved in close and kissed you sweetly. The coldness of his lips and warmth of his breath caused you to shiver at the contrast. The kiss ended all too soon, but he held onto you in a tight embrace afterwards. He pulled back a little so he could look deeply in your eyes and spoke softly, “Thank you for bringing me here Y/N. There’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you.” Even though your limbs had gone numb from the cold, the warmth radiating from inside of you made up for it. You weren’t sure how you got so lucky with the handsome brown eyed man standing in front of you, but you were forever grateful for him and the wonderful memories and traditions you were creating together.

Missing Matt (and Nick!) something fierce after writing this! 🥺

[dirtywresling102]

I need something, ANYTHING with Matt Jackson. Could you do Matt x f! Plus size Reader? Maybe they met when Matt was being dumped by the girl he thought he was going to marry. They became like best friends, but have now fallen in love with one another but are scared of the other’s reaction. Maybe she doesn’t think love is in her future ever, no matter how she feels about Matt. Thanks!!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Heartbreak.

Imagines: Open

*I gotchu Anon! Also this gif of Matt is ADORABLEE!*

"Bro, I'm never going to find someone." You sighed kicking a rock that was in your path, you watched it skip down the street a few feet only for it to hit the curb and spin to a stop.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be like that. There's a lot of guys out there waiting to meet you." Your best friend, Matt Jackson nudged his shoulder against you to cheer you up.

"I don't know." You mumbled. When you heard your best friend was back in town from wrestling all over the states you instantly text him to hang where he gave you a call and said why not now? So, here you were almost two in the morning. The streets were quiet, no one was in sight and the street lights buzzed up above you. "I'm a little bit heavier if you haven't noticed." You pointed out.

"You know, you could be like me." Matt chuckled awkwardly. "About to marry the person you've been with for nearly a decade only to find out that they were cheating half the time."

It grew silent as you both walked side by side. You never knew what to say when that topic was brought up. "But someone amazing did come into my life during that time."

Your head snapped towards Matt who was grinning at you, his beard covering his cheeks. You couldn't help but to blush and look down. "I'm glad that I arrived at the right moment."

The both of you continued to walk towards your apartment. Your eyes kept darting towards Matt's hand hanging by your side, swaying with each step. Cold sweats broke out as you thought about holding his hand, your heart raced. What if he pulled it away in disgust or what if he doesn't feel the same?

As you fought with yourself in your mind, Matt too was fighting with himself to kiss you once at your front door.

Walking up the steps to your apartment you both stopped in front of each other. "Well, this is my stop." You looked up at the porch light, moths flying around the little heated lamp.

Matt nodded, watching you reach for the door knob. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You answered quickly, eyes sparkling.

You could see Matt's adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. "Have a nice night."

[mystic-story-lover]

~See You Back at My Place~

~~~

Matt Jackson x female!reader

Word Count: 788

Warnings: Cringey pick up lines

Type: Fluff

Summary: After coming back from a shoulder injury, the reader is a surprise entrance for a fatal four way in the main event.

A/N: You may think these pickup lines can’t be that bad, but whoo you are in for a doozey with these.

~~~

Nine months and six days had passed since your last fight in AEW, and to say you were nervous for your return was an understatement. You’d been cleared for roughly two weeks, but you hadn’t made your on-screen debut since you and Tony Khan needed to plan how you’d return to the ring. You suggested the idea of using your rematch clause at the AEW women’s championship, and Tony added to your idea that you could earn it in a main event fatal four-way match for the next contender. Both of you agreed that this would be the best way because gave you the chance to test your ability in the ring before it being a championship match, and it allowed for the element of surprise for the fans.

                “You know, Y/n, you’re so hot that even my zipper is falling for you.” Matt Jackson beamed as you shot him another glare. Ever since he got back from his match with Nick and Kenny he’d been telling you dirty pickup lines.

                “Matt, that was so cringey.” You turned to face him fully, taking in the way his baby blue’s were staring directly at your face.

At that, he shrugged before waving his fingers in a twist motion. Following his “order”, you turned back around and continued to walk towards guerrilla. Ruby Soho and Thunder Rosa were already in the ring, and Anna Jay was walking out of the curtain as you reached your spot to wait in.

                “This might seem corny,” Matt started behind you before taking a step so you were right against his broad chest. “But you’re making me horny.”

He could hear the audible groan from you as you shook your head at the terrible line. You didn’t know why the oldest Jackson was telling you these, but some of them made you laugh.

                “Oh god Matt that was awful.” You sighed before turning around to face the man behind you. Before you could say anything, he leaned his head down and placed a passionate kiss onto your lips. You were about to ask him why he did that, but you were called to get behind the curtain.

                “I hate to see you go, but damn I love to watch you leave!” He called out to you.

Before properly walking out, you flipped him your middle finger, then adjusted the strap to your top. When your music hit, you could hear the fans screaming in joy, even though you were one of the heel’s when you left. Nobody was sure how you’d be when you came back, and tonight you were going to show them just who you were.

~~~

1… 2… 3

You’d pinned Anna to get the victory, and a shot at the title. The fans erupted into a fit of cheers, and you could see that Matt, Nick, and Kenny were standing at the top of the rope. They were standing there applauding, and you could see Matt with a smile on his face. With the confidence of a successful return, you leaned in between the ropes and requested a mic from the announce team. When Justin handed you the equipment, you smiled and nodded at him, a way to say thank you.

                “Britt Baker, you and I have unfinished business. See, I was on the shelf for nine months because I got hurt during our title match, and that gave you the opportunity to win my belt. But I’m back now, and I’m coming for what’s mine. I have a rematch clause, and it got me in this match, and I’ll be using it to take back what doesn’t belong to you.” You called through the mic as you looked into the camera.

Dropping the mic in the ring, you stepped out of the ropes and onto the apron. Once you were out of the ropes, Matt began walking down the ramp to you, so you sat down, waiting for him. When he reached you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

                “So, Matt, do I have to sign for your package?” you questioned with a cheesy grin. The two of you could hear the fans going crazy with cheers, being as you just kissed the man who was the first to welcome you into The Elite.

                “How about you just tell me what time you’ll be coming back to my hotel room?” He smiled back at you.

                “Hmm, how about now?” You state, pulling him in for another kiss. He kissed you back, and you gasped when he lifted you off the apron with ease.

This time, you didn’t mind the cheesy pick-up lines, because they made your night that much better.

[theblackcatwitch5]

“Are you mad?”

“No”

“So sharpening knives at 2 am is just a hobby?”

“It’s soothing?” 🤷🏼‍♀️

[leahsflwer]

Googly moogly that thang is juicy 🍑

[hangmatts]

jungle boy goes to matt for help.

[ set before full gear 2022 ]

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word count: 1,036. also posted on ao3

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Jungle Boy very rarely gets frustrated. He’s a very calm and relaxed person. But, when he keeps messing up his hair, he can’t help but get mad. He throws the hair tie down on the floor and tries not to yell.

It’s a basic hairstyle, one that he’s done many times. His hands can’t help but shake because of his nerves. He tries sitting and thinking about what to do. He listens to the pre-show talk about the in-ring return of the Elite when the idea hits him. If anyone knows anything about hairstyles, it’s Matt Jackson.

—

He finds himself at the door of the Elite’s locker room, afraid to knock. He’s not even sure Matt likes him or if visitors are even welcome. He comes to the conclusion that he needs Matt’s help. He quickly shakes off the nerves and places a knock on the door.

Nick opened the door, peeking his head out. He looked confused when he saw the young man standing in front of him.

“Jack?” He asked. “What’s up?”

“Oh- um, is Matt here?”

“Yeah? You need to talk to him?”

“Yeah, please? If that’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay! Come on in!” Nick smiled and opened the door to invite him in.

—

Jungle Boy looked over to see Matt in front of a mirror, trying to style his hair.

“Matt, you have a visitor.” Nick said before sitting back down on the couch.

“Hm?” Matt turned around. “Oh, Jack! So nice to see you! What can I do for you?”

“Um. I was hoping you could help me style my hair?”

Matt’s face immediately lit up with excitement. He jumped out of his seat, causing Jack to step back.

“I would LOVE TO. Come sit in front of me.”

Jack sat in the chair in front of the mirror, inspecting everything. He messed with the tiny butterfly clips. He color coordinated the hair ties. He picked up Matt’s silver, dangly earrings and started messing with them.

“Do you like the accessories?” Matt asked.

“Oh- yeah, they’re fun. Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch them.”

“It’s okay. You can mess with them as much as you want.”

Matt leaned down to whisper the next part. “I can tell you’re a little nervous and if messing with my earrings calms you down, go ahead.”

“Thanks- thank you.” Jack smiled.

“So, what hairstyle were you thinking?”

“I just wanted a half up ponytail.”

“Oh, a classic! One of my specialties too! You came to the right place.”

“I tried doing it myself but I couldn’t get it. It always looked wrong or bad.” Jack explained.

“I get it. I mean, I truly believe if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong.”

“Who said that?”

Matt tilted his head, trying to think.

“I don’t know but I say it all the time so, I’m gonna say it’s a Matt Jackson original!”

Matt smiled, proud at himself for that answer. Jack just nodded in response. Nick overheard and rolled his eyes.

—

Matt grabbed out all the tools he needed.

“Now, do you want a silent appointment or do you want to talk?” He asked.

Jack lowered his voice. “I’d love to talk but I would prefer if it was just us? Is that okay?”

“Of course!” Matt responded before turning to face Nick. “Nicky, please leave.”

“What? Why?” Nick was confused.

“I prefer to work in a less crowded environment.” Matt made it up on the spot, just to make sure Jack felt comfortable.

“Crowded? I’m ONE person.”

“NICK! Go find Kenny and talk about sports or something!” Matt pointed towards the door.

Nick rolled his eyes, mumbling something about Matt being dramatic as he walked out of their locker room. Matt rolled his eyes back.

—

“So, what’s on your mind?” Matt asked, picking up the first tool he needed.

“You know what it’s like to fight your best friend, right?”

Matt nearly froze. “All too well.” He answered.

“How do you go on after? I feel like everything is gonna change. It already has changed, but it’s gonna be so different when this match is finished. What do I do with myself? How do I move on?”

“Well, everything is gonna change.” Matt started as he brushed Jack’s hair back. “But, that doesn’t necessarily mean for the worse. A lot of the times, change is good. You will find your way after this ends. It’s always difficult to move on but I just know you’re gonna go on to do greater things.”

“What do you mean?”

“When this match is over, when this whole mess with Christian is over, you should put it all behind you. You’re amazing at what you do, Jack. I truly believe you’re gonna be a world champion someday. You are a star.”

“You think so?” Jack asked, fidgeting with Matt’s earring.

“I know so.” Matt smiled. “And soon, the entire world will see it. You’re so special. One day, you’re gonna realize that.”

“That means so much coming from you.” Jack awkwardly smiled back.

“Well, I’m glad I could help. I’m all finished. What do you think?”

Jack examined his hair in the mirror. Something so simple, yet so efficient.

“It’s perfect. Exactly what I wanted. Thank you so much for helping me.”

“Of course! You know, you should come by some other time. I can put some of these clips in your hair. We could try out a bunch of different hairstyles together.”

“Yeah… I’d like that, actually.”

“Great! I’ll text you when I’m free.”

—

“Well, I should probably go. My match is on first.” Jack got up from the chair.

“Right, of course. One more thing.”

Jack looked at Matt confused. Matt leaned up to place a small kiss on Jack’s cheek.

“Good luck.” Matt said, pulling back.

Jack tried to ignore the blush quickly creeping up on his face. Matt noticed.

“Right! Thank you. I will see you some other time. Um- thanks for the hair and talk. Bye.” Jack quickly shuffled out of the room.

Matt couldn’t help but giggle at how cute Jack looked nervously blushing. He put his dangly earrings in and turned on the TV just to watch Jack’s match.

[theblackcatwitch4]

what’s up my loves please follow my Wattpad feel free to request smut fluff, angst, whatever it is

Go crazy send as many requests as possible and go into the most detail

feel free to message me on Wattpad or request on here

I only have Riverdale imagines up right now, but as soon as I start getting more requests, all kinds of stories will be up

If you guys want me to post on here as well, let me know because I will happily do that

I mostly only write x reader

I can write like multiple characters, as long as there’s like an X reader involved

the main fandoms that I write for :

Criminal mind

Bones

Riverdale

Grey’s Anatomy

Supernatural

The vampire diaries

The originals

Legacies

Shameless 

Scream (the slasher movie)

Teen Wolf

Outer Banks

Riverdale

The 100

13 reasons why

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Surviving summer

Cobra Kai

Henry danger

Matt and Chris sturniolo

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Nate hardy 

If there’s a different TV show that you want me to write for or a different character than one of the actors from one of these shows have played



[leovaldezluvr]

𝐍𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !!

hi people!! my name is anaiya, but feel free to nick name me whatever! I usually go by nia, nina or nai. my pronouns are she/her and i'm a young writer! (I don't feel comfortable revealing my age just yet haha) my favorite artists are kali uchis, bryson tiller, mac demarco, frank ocean and many more! i'm mainly going to be writing the sturniolos and some pjo characters for now, might change in the future. all my chris fics are dedicated to @thesnshinee (aka the biggest chris girl ik LMAO) i love making new friends, so feel free to write me!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE:

— headcannons

— small fics / oneshots

— angst

— fluff

– x reader or ocs

THINGS I WON'T WRITE:

— incest

— any weird kinks

— nick x fem!reader/oc (romantically)

— pure smut (but some of my fics might contain suggestive content)

I DON'T CONDONE PLAGIARISM!! writers put time and effort into their work, so don't just go and copy it and mark it as your own.

i'd love to take request!! just write stuff in "ask away" and i'll get to it when i have time.

my bestfriend in the whole world @thesnshinee inspired me to start writing, so go follow her n show some love!!

that's all for now, talk to you soon 🎀

— 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐍𝐀𝐈.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you do after care head cannons with the Elite?

I finally got my computer back since It was being fixed. Expect more writings from me soon!

Enjoy, I hope this is alright. Feel free to leave more suggestions

Aftercare with the elite would include..

Main Masterlist Elite Masterlist

Nick Jackson

Once you both got down from your highs Nick would hold you close

Nick always had a thing for breeding you so he would make sure to clean you up before he ran a bath

Carrying you into the room and laying you gently in the tub

He was a very messy guy so if needed he would quickly change the sheets before joining you in the tub. 

Nick would leave delicate kisses to your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear telling you how good you were

Once you finished he would wrap a fluffy towel around you as he brought you back to bed

The two of you would then cuddle, your head resting on his chest

Nick never intended it to be like this but during this time was his most vulnerable state

He would often talk to you about whatever crossed his mind

Leaving you two with some of your deepest conversations before you fell asleep in eachothers arms 

Matt Jackson

Matt and Nick can be very different from one another when it comes to the bedroom. But they do share similar qualities when it comes to aftercare.  

Like his brother Matt took joy in aftercare. He valued the time, it was a special thing in his mind. Often some of the most vulnerable time for anyone. 

Unlike his brother Matt was quiet, most of the time you didn’t hear him leave. Being greeted by the older Jackson standing next to you with a glass of water and a big smile that warmed your heart. 

Both of you would normally clean up yourselves

When you would return you would find Matt lying in bed watching tv

He would offer you one of his sweaters as the two of you would watch tv together making small talk before sleep took over you both

Kenny Omega

Kenny was never one for aftercare before he met you

He would be quick to grab a towel to wipe you down after

He would make sure you went to the washroom right after

When you would come back he would be waiting with a glass of water, wanting to make sure you kept hydrated 

He would ask you a million times if you were ok, since he is terrified of hurting you

If you needed it, he would run a hot shower since he doesn’t like baths. 

Holding you against his body as he scrubbed body wash over you

He would then hold you tight in his arms as the two of you cuddled

He would wait for you to fall asleep first, watching over you wanting to protect you

Hangman Adam Page

Sex with Adam was always amazing but sometimes you found yourself lost 

At first it was silence as you left the room to have a hot shower, or the occasion he would bring a towel to clean you both up. 

You taught the cowboy the rules of aftercare, something you always valued with your partner. 

He would try and makes jokes to lighten the atmosphere that surrounded you

If needed you would share a hot shower as you washed the other, it was something you both quite enjoyed but more than once led to some fun in the shower. 

Once you both changed into more comfy clothes you would both have a beer and order some room service as you enjoyed each other's company. 

Talking about your day and plans with work

[midwestmade29]

✧ ALL of my stories are considered to be 18+ only, unless stated otherwise. Minors do not interact. I only write about All Elite Wrestling. ✧ Wrestlers I have written about so far:

Adam Cole

Adam Copeland

Christian Cage

Darby Allin

Eddie Kingston

Hangman Adam Page

House of Black

Jay White

Kenny Omega

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Nick Wayne

Swerve Strickland

Will Ospreay

✧ I plan on expanding my list as time goes on. There are still a few wrestlers I like that I haven't gotten to yet!

♥ Have a question/suggestion/request? Don't hesitate to reach out ♥

Adam Cole: •[Challenge] -Smut •[Heat] -Smut

Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[Trust] -Requested •[Here For You] -Requested •[Get Well Soon] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Christian Cage: •[Protective] -Requested •[Just The Way You Are] -Requested •[Surprise] -Requested •[Everything and More] -Requested •[Private Celebration] -Requested •[Little Moments] -Requested •[Blended] -Requested •[Valentine Request] -Smut •[Memories of You] -Valentine's Prompt story •[Milestone] -Requested •[Rekindled] -Requested •[Distraction] -Smut •[Prequel to Broken Promise] -Requested •[Recovery] -Requested •[Broken Promise] -Angst •[Changes] -Requestesd •[It's a Wonderful Life] -Requested •[High Stakes] -Requested •[Mine] -Smut •[Bonus Mom] -Requested •[Ice Skating] -Fluff •[Bubble Bath] -Smut •[Let It Snow] -Fluff •[Christmas Morning Proposal] -Fluff •[Do You Understand Me?] -Smut •[A Labor of Love] [Part 2] -Requested •[Dirty Talk] [Part 2] -Smut •[Head Canon] •[Choose Me] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst

Darby Allin: •[Communication] -Requested

Eddie Kingston: •[Unexpected] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Fluff

Hangman Adam Page: •[Wildcard] -Smut •[Highest Bidder] -Fluff •[For The Both Of Us] -Fluff •[Short & Sweet 2] -Fluff •[Cuffed] -Requested •[Short & Sweet] -Fluff •[Do Over] -Angst/Smut •[Missing Someone] -Angst •[Collaboration] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst •[Birthday Girl] -Smut •[Need You Now] -Angst/Smut •[Cowboy Take Me Away] -Fluffy smut •[Giddy Up] -Requested •[Cowboy Hat] -Smut

House of Black/Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Jay White: •[Frustrated] -Smut •[Stress Relief] -Smut •[Jealousy] -Smut •[Sweet Girl] -Smut

Kenny Omega: •[Never Alone] -Requested •[Biggest Fan] -Requested •[Playing in the Snow] -Fluff

Matt Jackson: •[Tease] -Requested •[EVP] -Requested •[Rectify] -Smut •[Christmas Lights] -Fluff

Nick Jackson: •[Solo] -Requested •[Proposition] -Requested •[Play With Me] -Requested •[TLC] -Requested •[First Kiss Under the Mistletoe] -Fluff

Nick Wanye: •[Smile] -Requested

Swerve Strickland: •[Bonded] -Smut

Will Ospreay: •[S.O.S] -Smut

Masterlist graphic by: @saradika-graphics 🖤 Divider by: @firefly-graphics 🖤

[dirtywresling102]

I NEED this imagine written! I need something with Matt Jackson and F! Reader where one of them is about to get married and the other tries to stop it? Please please please??

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: No warnings really, Fluff, Stopping a marriage.

Imagine Requests: Open!

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Your hands grew sweaty in your soon to be husbands hands as he gave you a caring smile. Your whole body was on fire underneath your white wedding dress. Was it hot? It had to be hot? Your feet ached in the heels, your back hurt everything seemed to be rushing you at once.

Looking out into the audience that was now sitting and taking photos of you and your about to be husband your eyes gazed across the people, trying to find your best friend, Matt Jackson. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your attention snapped towards the priest who had his eyebrows arched.

"Do you take Y/H/N, here as your husband?"

You looked back at the man you've been with for years, soon your mouth becoming dry and tongue swollen. You didn't belong here, not with him. "I-"

The slamming of doors opening made everyone gasp and you even jumped. "I object!"

"M- Matt?" You whispered seeing Matt rushing down the isle in a black suit along with his younger brother, Nick following. "Y/N, please, don't marry this clown." The whole family of the grooms gasped only for you to giggle softly. "Y/N, you belong with me and I'm a fool for not saying anything sooner. I'm sorry I ran that night we told each other our feelings. I'm sorry for everything, please, I need you by my side, Y/N."

Staring at Matt with wide eyes, you felt your hands being gripped and made you look towards your fiancé. "Y/N?" He whispered.

Looking at your lover you gave him a shy smile. "Sorry." You let go of his hand, grabbing the bottom of your long wedding dress and rushing down the small steps towards Matt.

[tatsueigo]

I am sorry, Princess

Title:  I am sorry, Princess

Day/Prompt: Day 6 - "Sorry! I didn't mean to throw that snowball so hard."

Fandom/Character(s): All Elite Wrestling / Matt & Nick Jackson

Warnings (if applicable): cute, Matt being a Princess as always, incest

Wordcount:

Author's notes: Written for @12daysofchristmas ❤ thanks to @moxleys-darlin for the idea of the ship to use

Even with being 38 and 34 years old, Matt and Nick still loved the snow and doing snowball fights. It reminded them of their youth, when they would spend hours playing outside, before going back inside their house to watch wrestling. Now they were wrestlers as well, but that passion hadn't faded with the years.

"Take this, Matty!" Nick rolled a ball in his hands, compacting it, before throwing it at his older brother, who seemed absent-minded and the snowball hit him directly on the right cheek.

Matt gasped as he brought a hand to the offended cheek, eyes watery as it hurt like hell. "Nickyyyy! That hurt." He rubbed his cheek, looking at his youngest brother with bambi eyes and a pout forming on his lips.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to throw that snowball so hard." Normally Nicky would be laughing, but his brother be damned, he couldn't really resist him with that pout and those eyes. "You are being a little too dramatic, though."

"Nicky, I want a kiss!" He chuckled as he noticed the youngest rolling his eyes.

"Come here, little Princess," Nick said with a heavy sigh and rolling his eyes, opening his arms to hug Matt. "You know you should stop looking at me with those eyes." He gently took Matt's hand off the cheek, so he could smooch it, trying to make him feel better. "There... Better now?"

"Mh..." Matt melted in those kisses, nuzzling against his chest, before leaving messy kisses on his neck, until he reached his lips, which he kissed deeply. "Now it's really better."

"One day that attitude won't work anymore with me, you know that?" Nick pinched Matt's nose lightly and lovingly.

"You always say that, but it never happens, Nicky. I don't trust that anymore."

[theblackcatwitch5]

Go until she’s shaking

No, don’t stop until your both shaking

[banannabethchase]

*waves* hi! i have a cute little prompt idea for you! matt's having a self-conscious day and mox decides to spoil him a little with attention and maybe throws his hoodie at him for good measure so he's wrapped up in something comfy. i hope this makes sense lmao

Cut to the Feeling - click for AO3

Mox has noticed that Matt is acting strangely. Well, more strangely than your average Matt. What he doesn't realize, though, is that him realizing Matt is being weird is weird for Mox himself.

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Thank you SO MUCH for this prompt. It was exactly the fluffy fun I was hoping for <3 <3 Title from Carly Rae Jepsen's "Cut to the Feeling" because fluff in a song.

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Matt is being…well, the only word Mox can come up with is weird, but that feels wrong, too. Matt’s always weird. This is different. He’s fidgeting all through the pre-show meetings. Eventually, Mox is able to figure out the exact move: Matt keeps yanking at this one bit of his hair, right at the top of his head, then pulling out his ponytail and redoing it. Runs his hand over his hair, yanks at it, pulls the ponytail out, redoes it. Like clockwork. Mox is compelled to follow him into the EVP locker room, just to see how long it takes before Matt realizes somebody else is in there.

He doesn’t. He just keeps pulling at and messing with his hair with this little pout on his face that makes Mox want to do something stupid.

“You know,” Mox says, on what is probably the fiftieth ponytail, “you keep pulling at it, you’re gonna just yank it out.”

Matt jumps about a foot, whirls around to see Mox. He wasn’t hiding, technically. It’s just that the Bucks have so much fucking luggage it’s easily for someone to hide behind it, make themselves smaller than necessary. “How long have you been there?!”

“Bout two or three minutes,” Mox replies, stretching out his legs in front of him as he settles into a chair. “Long enough to watch you freak out about your hair. What’s the deal?”

“It’s this stupid cowlick,” Matt grumbles, pushing down. If Mox really looks, he can see it. A little irregularity in the otherwise perfectly smooth head of the best hair in the locker room. “I got it a while back when I fell funny during a ladder match. Scraped off part of my scalp, and the hair grew back all curly.” He pushes down at it again, frowning, like it bothers him more knowing where it came from. “Stupid – usually I can get it under control, but today…” He trails off, growling in frustration.

“Maybe I can help.” The words are out before Mox can stop them. There are maybe four instance in the universe where he could see himself helping Matt Jackson, and at least two of them involve a zombie apocalypse, so he has no idea what the hell is coming out of his mouth. “Yeah, come on. I used to do braids for my sister when my mom was at work early.” He stands, walking over to Matt. His hands settle themselves on Matt’s shoulders without Mox's permission.

Matt’s voice is tiny when he sits in metal chair in front of a locker and says, “Okay.”

Mox works in silence as he works around the bumpy spot. He had a couple spots like this in the back of his head from some gnarly light tube bumps and one particularly interesting encounter with a broken whisk, but he never worried about it like Matt does. Matt does seem to relax as Mox works, though, leaning against the back of the chair and tilting his head as Mox directs. His eyes are closed.

Mox twists the strands over each other, a French braid on either side of Matt’s hair until he’s ready to join them in a single braid down the middle. He looks a little like one of those elves from Lord of the Rings, but prettier.

Oh, fuck. He’s getting fond.

“Okay,” Mox murmurs when he’s got the final tie done, voice too gentle. “Go take a look.”

Matt’s eyes flutter open and look up at Mox with that infuriating cow-eyed earnestness. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I could’a fucked it up.”

Matt practically beams at him. “I don’t think so.” He pulls out his phone, tilting back and forth. “Wow. This is…involved.”

Mox shrugs. “I figured a basic ponytail would make it easier for the bump to stand out. Make it a little more intricate, the curls blend in, you know?”

Matt does a bizarre arm movement. “I can’t see the back.”

“Want me to take a picture?”

Matt nods. “Yes, thank you.”

So goddamned polite, when he’s not being an arrogant prick. Mox is annoyed with how endeared he’s becoming. He snaps a few at different angles, sure to catch the places where the braids come together in what may be the cleanest braid he’s ever done. “Here you go.”

Matt scrolls through the photos, mouth open. “You’re – you’re really good at this.”

Mox shrugs. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“No kidding.” Matt reaches up and presses his hand lightly to the braid, like he’s still not convinced it’s on his head. “I can’t even figure out where the bump was.” He starts pushing around.

“You – quit that! You’ll mess it up!” Mox grabs Matt’s hand, and, fuck, his heart stutters.

Matt looks up at him, big brown eyes so goddamn sweet through long lashes, and Mox decides to make a terrible decision. He leans down, presses a kiss to Matt’s lips, fucks up every good decision he’s ever made.

It’s quick, though, chaste and gentle and definitely does not give Mox chills, because that would be lame.

“Oh,” Matt says, eyes wide. “Oh. That’s a thing that happened.”

Mox won’t be the one to break eye contact first. “Uh. Yup.”

Matt breaks into a grin. Mox feels like he’s basking in sunshine. Matt stands up, doesn’t break eye contact. “I, um. It could be a thing that happens again?”

Mox sighs, because he’s always been a sucker. It’s his fault for sneaking into the Bucks’ locker room, isn’t it. “It could.”

The fucker literally twirls a lock of hair around his finger. “You gonna lean down or are you gonna make me stand on my toes?”

With an eye roll, Mox rests his hand on the back of Matt’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss, a little firmer than before, something with a bit more of a bite behind it. Matt settles his hands on Mox’s waist, thumbs rubbing fascinating little patterns into his skin. When they break apart, Matt looks relaxed, which is not something Mox can say for himself.

“Maybe I should have vanity crises more often, if it gets me this,” Matt laughs.

Mox leans down and kisses Matt, because if Mox gets his tongue in Matt’s mouth, maybe he won’t be able to say anything ridiculous.

A ringing phone is what breaks them apart eventually.

“My alarm!” Matt says, looking, himself, alarmed. “I was supposed to be getting warmed up for my match, like, now.” He starts digging through his stuff, tassels and cans of spray tan becoming projectiles Mox only barely dodges. “Oh, come on. Where’s my hoodie?”

Mox sighs, because apparently he’s back in high school but, this time, he’s the big dumb jock. “Want my hoodie?”

Matt lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree. “Really?”

Mox pulls it off over his head, passes it to Matt. “Yeah. I’m the one who made it so you don’t have time to find yours.” He grins as Matt holds it in his hands. “Least I could do.”

Matt pulls it on without another word, over the braids with delicate precision. Mox gets a little warm with how it’s just the right side of too-big to be cozy and warm. “Okay,” Matt says. “Yeah, we – we gotta talk about this after my match. Like, definitely gotta talk.” He reaches out and squeezes Mox’s hand. He still hasn’t stopped glowing. “Um. Okay. Bye.”

Mox doesn’t let his hand go, though, and pulls him back. “One more for the road?”

“Okay, well. Yeah. I’m not gonna say no.”

Mox pulls Matt back to him for another kiss, and gives himself the luxury of, for once, not worrying about what happens next.

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Mini Playlist (just as sugary sweet as the fic): Uh Oh - Junior Doctor Cross My Heart - Marianas Trench Cut to the Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen Catch Your Wave - The Click Five

Visual reference for the described hairstyle in the fic

[hangmatts]

jack gets matt a gift

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“Matt?”

“Hm?” Matt looked up.

“Would now be a bad time to give you this?” Jack held out a small box.

“What is that?”

“It’s a gift. I got it for you a while back. I couldn’t think of the right time to give it to you. Figured now would be good, especially because of our big matches tomorrow.”

“You got me a gift?” Matt reached out to grab the small box from Jack.

Jack nodded in response.

Matt slowly opened the box. His eyes widened upon seeing what was in it. A gold ring with two diamond hearts attached. One was smaller than the other.

“Jack, what is this?” Matt was trying not to freak out. He loves Jack but it’s too early to take their relationship to this level.

“Relax. It’s a promise ring.”

Matt looked up, confused. “Promise?”

Jack got on his knees in front of matt.

“I- I know i’m not the best at showing it but, I really do love you, Mattie. You’re so special, so important to me. I suck at all this relationship stuff but I think I’m getting better because of you. No matter what happens, I want you in my life forever. I want to love you forever, I want to give you everything you want for the rest of my life. That’s my promise to you.”

Matt was on the verge of tears. He leaned down to place a hand on Jack’s cheek.

“Oh, Jacky.” Matt frowned. “You don’t suck at relationship stuff. You’re scared to love again but you’re slowly opening back up. I’ve been there. But, I’m so glad it’s me who’s helping you open up. I’m so lucky to have someone like you. I love you, forever.”

Matt felt a tear fall. Jack reached his hand up to swipe it away.

“Do you want me to put it on for you?” He gestured towards the ring box.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Matt nodded.

Jack gently took the ring out of the box. “I hope it fits. I hope you like it too. I notice you wear gold jewelry more so I went with that.”

“I love any gift you get for me, baby. I know it comes from the heart with you.” Matt smiled.

Jack slipped on the ring, which was a perfect fit. he held onto Matt’s hand, pointing something out about the ring.

“I also got it because there’s two hearts. I figured this one is you…” Jack pointed to the bigger heart. “…and this one is me.” He moved his finger over to the smaller heart.

Matt was fully ready to cry. One of his first thoughts upon seeing the ring and it turned out to be a reason Jack bought it. Matt held his hand up to admire it.

“I love it so much, baby. I love you. Thank you.” Matt moved his hands to hold Jack’s face before leaning down to kiss him.

Jack slowly got up while kissing back. He ended up in Matt’s lap, kissing his tears away and murmuring “I love you’s” against Matt’s cheeks. It didn’t take long for it to turn into a full blown makeout. Matt was the first to pull back.

“We should-” He was trying to catch his breath. “-go to the hotel to celebrate.”

“To celebrate? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Jack asked, a small smirk painting his face.

“Shut up and grab your bag.” Matt rolled his eyes.

Jack placed a quick peck on Matt’s lips before getting up to grab their stuff.

“Come on.” Jack reached his hand out to Matt when he was ready to leave.

Matt quickly ran over, immediately grabbing Jack’s hand. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder as they walked to their car.

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to anyone interested, this is the ring:

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Family - Young Bucks x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

Last week, I had a poll for which sibling-esque pairing you wanted to see first, and Matt/Nick Jackson won by an overwhelming landslide. (75-ish % of all votes) The only other one in the poll that got the remaining votes was Kyle O'Reilly - which I'll get that up soon-ish.

The shoes in the image above are the ones mentioned at the tail end of this. They're so pretty but hella expensive (150-175$ )

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Warnings: potential triggers for mental health, thoughts of suicide, past body image issues, depression

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Emery could feel the familiar thoughts and emotions weasel their way into her head. It became difficult to swallow, her throat felt dry, she began to lose her appetite, and her interest in things became stagnant.

She’d be on the couch watching her favorite TV show, but her eyes would be glazed over, and she wouldn’t pay attention to it. Despite normally going to bed around 11 at night, she’d be curled under a blanket, her room darkened by the blinds, by 6 in the evening.

Texts would go unanswered, and calls would ring through to voicemail. Social media notifications would go unchecked, and no posts from her would be made.  

Oftentimes, she’d go without eating much- maybe a cracker in the morning after she finally willed herself out of bed, and if she were lucky, she’d have an apple later in the day.

She’d refuse to look in mirrors, especially the full-length mirror in her bedroom, because she knew the moment she did, all the self-hating thoughts would break her even more.

This would usually go on for a week, maybe two. If she were needed at work, she’d force herself to grab her phone and send a simple message to her boss, which was now Tony Khan, and say she was sick and unable to make it.

Her thoughts would go rampant, especially at night when she lay in bed trying to sleep. They’d remind her of all the dark, miserable things from her past that she would rather forget. The thoughts would tell her that she was weak, talentless, and nobody loved her and nobody ever would; that she was ugly and fat, and if she were to die, nobody was miss her.

It took a few days before those thoughts became so loud in her head that she was unable to ignore them. Her lungs felt like they were being squeezed, and it hurt even to breathe; it was as though she was suffocating in the self-deprecating whispers that held her hostage.

The scariest part of the whole this is when she would find herself seriously considering ending it all. Oftentimes, her eyes would land on her razor, thoughts of how easy it would be to dismantle it and use the blade on herself.

As she sat in her apartment bathroom, the razor in her hands as she unconsciously twirled it around, Emery felt the tears trickle down her face. Her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears, but to no avail. The noise of her phone ringing reached her ears as the familiar Superkick tone played in the distance. Eventually, it stopped, but the second it did, her mind began to race as if it were a wake-up call. Throwing the razor into the sink as she got up from her seat on the tub, Emery ran to her phone in a mild panic.

Her fingers shook as she opened the chat with the two brothers that had basically adopted her into their family, and she typed out an SOS.

“Im so far deep in the rabbit hole.”

Then quickly she added:

“I dont know which way to go.”

Falling to her knees beside her bed, it took only five seconds before her phone began to ring again. After a brief pause of hesitation, her finger over the red button on the screen, she moved over and tapped the green icon and then the speaker button.

“Ree, can you hear us?” Matt’s worried voice gently asked, the worry evident in his tone.

“Y-yeah,” Emery choked out.

“We’ve missed you this past week,” Nick stated, “Not having you ringside felt odd.”

“Brandon had the nerve to ask us if he could make a play for a championship,” Matt tried joking.

“You should’ve seen Kenny after his match—” Nick continued, telling her all about Kenny’s crazy antics backstage.

Just sitting there in the dark, listening to them go back and forth, Emery could feel her body begin to relax. The tears stopped falling, her lungs stopped feeling as though they were constricted, and the nagging, dark thoughts in her head seemed to fade away. Minutes passed by, and after Matt told her about someone backstage accidentally spilling coffee on his shoes, a soft giggle escaped her lips.

“There she is,” Nick said, the smile on his face evident just from his words.

“Go figure it takes my shoes getting ruined to make her laugh,” Matt joked, “I’m just lucky these weren’t my favorite pair.”

“I don’t even know if they still sell your favorite ones,” Nick told him.

“My luck, probably not. I’ll have to get a new pair, though,” Matt frowned, “There’s that store there in Jacksonville; they’ve got a good selection. Maybe we can hit them up tomorrow after we get back?”

“Sounds good to me—Ree, wanna come with us?”

“I dunno….” She replied softly.

“C’monnnn,” Matt enticed her, “We need you there to ensure we don’t spend five grand on shoes again.”

“And for you to tell us that the ones we like look like shit,” Nick added, causing another giggle from Emery. This one, however, was fuller and pronounced- almost a full laugh.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go,” Emery conceded, “But only so that you don’t spend a ridiculous amount and get into trouble with Dana and Ellen.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Nick told her.

“We should be there around noon, but we’ll text you when we get to the hotel.”

“Sounds good… I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Emery said.

Nick said, “See ya then,” at the same time that Matt replied, “We’ll see ya.”

“And guys…?”

“Yeah?” Matt answered.

“… Thank you,” Emery told them, a soft smile on her face.

“Any time, sweetheart,” Nick replied.

“Love you, angel face,” Matt added.

“Love you too.”

With that, the phone call ended, leaving Emery in what was once her self-induced prison. Taking a deep breath, she stood up from the floor and crossed her room; slowly, her arms parted the curtain, letting the sunlight flow into her once-dark room. She knew she had to shower—but more prominent was the rumbles of hunger coming from her stomach that she had ignored for close to five days. Deciding to get something to eat first, Emery smiled at how lucky she was to have the friends she did. Her teen years were not the best and were marred by darkness, but since then, she had come a long way. She should be—and was—proud of herself for getting to where she was in life, and despite the ugly moments that sometimes hit her hard, she was doing just fine.

Next Day

 After the Bucks had landed and were settled into their respective hotel rooms, they had sent Emery a text, telling her where and when to meet them. A quarter past two, she left her apartment for the first time in days and ventured outside and amongst the living.

The previous day had been spent on her, focusing on healing and self-appreciation. A bubble bath, face mask, cleaning up her apartment, eating actual meals, and slowly catching up on her messages and notifications.

Arriving at the mall five minutes past three, Emery walked through the parking lot and into the large Nike shoe store. It didn’t take her long to find her friends, who had already begun slowly walking the store to see what they had in stock.

“Hey, there she is,” Nick smiled as he saw her approach. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug and held her secure for a solid minute before releasing her- but Matt quickly took his place and engulfed her in another tight hug. It wasn’t a bone-crushing one, but more of a ‘please remember I love you and you are not alone; I love you so much, and I don’t want to lose you’ kind of hug. It helped to ground her and help her feel more connected to the life she was grateful even to have.

“Glad you could make it,” Matt smirked as he let her go.

“Thanks for the invite.”

“We know shoe shopping is—weirdly enough, not your thing,” Nick shrugged, “But it’s been a while since we hung out, aside from work-related stuff.”

“Very true,” Emery nodded in agreement, “And I do enjoy shoe shopping—just not for shoes that cost the same amount as I pay for rent.”

“They don’t cost that much!” Matt argued, a smile on his face.

“You guys buy two to four pairs each time, and at one-fifty to two hundred per pair?” Emery told him, “Do I need to do the math for you?”

“Even if we bought four pairs at two hundred, that’s only eight hundred, which is still less than you pay for rent,” Nick frowned as Emery looked at him incredulously.

“It’s still a huge chunk of what could be my rent, though! It’s too much! One pair of shoes for fifty dollars is enough for me, which usually lasts three years.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Matt waved her off before turning around to resume searching the wall, “Regardless, help us find some new ones.”

“You guys are insane,” Emery rolled her eyes playfully before she started scanning the wall, “What about those Air Force 1’s up there? The multi-colored one?”

“We already got a pair.”

“Of course you do. Okay, what about these Air Jordan 1 retro’s?” Emery questioned, pointing at the blue, white, and gray shoe near her.

“Got it already.”

“This is insane. You guys have—how many shoes? Two hundred? Three hundred? Everything I point to, you probably already have.”

“We don’t have that many,” Nick recoiled defensively, a smirk on his face.

“Might as well have,” Emery side-eyed him, poking her tongue out at him.

“Just keep pointing out any you see,” Matt smiled as they continued searching.

An hour later, after pointing out what seemed like at least a hundred different shoes, both brothers had three pairs chosen. They had even picked out a pair for Kenny and Brandon as gifts, which Emery couldn’t really argue with them over since it was a gift and not for them. As Matt placed his on the counter to begin checking out, Emery looked around and noticed that Nick had disappeared.

“Hey, where’s Nick?”

“Hmm? Oh, I think he said something about having an employee check if they had a certain shoe in the back,” Matt shrugged before deciding to add the shoes for Kenny and Brandon to his order.

“Of course he did.”

Nick rejoined them shortly after, carrying two boxes of shoes that he then added to his three boxes, ignoring the glare he got from Emery.

“Really, Nicolas? Five pairs of shoes?” she asked despairingly.

“Hey, two are gifts,” Nick replied, waiting as the cashier scanned the boxes and opened each to check them.

“You guys want to grab a bite to eat?” Matt asked as Emery looked over at him.

“We could—if you guys are hungry.”

“Sounds good to me. I think there’s a Steak and Shake and Wendy’s right across the parking lot,” Nick nodded as he paid for his order.

“Let’s do Steak and Shake- we’ll probably do Wendy’s with Kenny and Brandon at some point in the next day,” Matt laughed.

“Sounds good to me!” Emery smiled as they walked out of the store. The brothers followed Emery to her car, claiming they were parked in the same direction, exchanging a glance that Emery failed to notice. When they reached her vehicle, she turned around and looked at them curiously.

“So… are we driving the short distance or just gonna walk there?”

“We could walk it,” Matt shrugged.

“Then… probably put your shoes in your car? Or are you gonna carry them with you?” Emery questioned, confused.

“Yeah, we could put them in our car,” Nick nodded, “So while we put ours away, stash this in your trunk.”

He held out one of his bags towards her, and as she looked at it in confusion, then up to his blue eyes, it dawned on her.

“You—you didn’t,” she muttered softly, shoulders slumping slightly, “Guys, I told you before, don’t get me any of those expensive shoes—”

“Yeah, well, we ignored that,” Nick shrugged, keeping his hand held out towards her.

“Ree, you’re family,” Matt said, his brown eyes warmly looking at her, “We care a lot about you—and when family is feeling down and depressed—you do anything to make them feel better. Every time I’ve been down, you’re always there for me, so let us be there for you. Let us do this—for you.”

“You guys,” Emery whispered, her eyes tearing up instantly. She nudged past Nick’s outstretched arm and wrapped her own arms around both brothers, hugging both at once. Pulling away and stepping back, Emery used the back of her hands to dry the tears that had fallen.

“Fine—but if you insist on buying me things, make it not-shoes. Buy me other things, sparkly things, anything. Just not shoes,” Emery told them, gently taking the bag from Nick.

“Can’t promise anything,” the younger Jackson smirked mischievously, earning a playful glare from Emery.

“Which ones did you get me?” she asked, peering into the bag to view the tags on the boxes. One box was labeled ‘Air Max 90 Unlocked Prom Edition,’ and the other read ‘Air Max 90 Futura’.

“Ones that you’ll like. Besides—if you’re joining us ringside, you gotta at least look like a Jackson,” Nick joked.

“You got the hair, eyes, and attitude. Just missing the shoes,” Matt smiled.

Looking up from the boxes, she smiled warmly at the brothers, “Thank you. Really.”

“Anytime.”

“Like we said. You’re family—and we take care of family.”

To her, they were the best family she could have ever wished for; one that she never imagined having, but counted her lucky stars that she had.