#kyle fletcher fic

[debbiechanclub]

Empty Rooms

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairing: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (with a bit of x Jay White) Word Count: 3,321 Warnings: Drinking, language, a lotta angst

Following a long, slow end to her relationship with Jay, Nellie finds herself single in London on her birthday. But she doesn't end the night alone.

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Tag squad: @aussiearrow @statdaddy @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09

Sunday, September 19, 2021 London, England

The Undisputed British Women’s Championship felt heavier in Nellie’s hand leaving the ring than it had entering it. Of course, it wasn’t heavier—she was weaker, her lungs on fire and her muscles taxed after a grueling twenty-minute two-out-of-three-falls match. But as spent as she was, Nellie hadn’t felt this much pride in a while. Successfully defending her title for the fifth time since winning it in July was one hell of a birthday present.

“And still.”

Kyle Fletcher greeted her with a wide smile as she returned backstage. Aussie Open’s winner-take-all match against Destination Everywhere for both the PWA Tag Team Championship and RevPro Undisputed British Tag Team Championship was next.

“That was a hell of a match, Nell,” Mark complimented.

“Thanks,” she smiled and bumped each of their fists in turn. Nellie had known Kyle and Mark for almost as long as she’d been working RevPro, but for most of that time they’d been little more than acquaintances, not to mention one-time rivals—Aussie Open had won their first RevPro tag team championship by beating Suzuki-gun back when Nellie had been dating and managing Zack.

However, when Nellie had defeated Zoe Lucas to capture the vacant RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship for a second time—ironically, on July Fourth—she’d decided right then and there to be a fighting champion. And that meant working more dates for RevPro, which in turn meant seeing the Aussies more and having the chance to actually get to know them; and soon enough, Nellie, Kyle, and Mark had graduated from acquaintances to friends who texted and sent each other memes and made plans for when she’d been in England next.    

And she’d been there quite frequently lately.

“How many defenses is that now?” Mark asked.

Nellie hoisted the title up onto her shoulder. “Five… in three months.”

“Jesus,” he breathed.

“I think I’m in love,” Kyle added.

She grinned. “Win the RevPro tag titles and maybe we’ll talk,” she teased him—and not for the first time. That was something else that had developed between her and Kyle in recent weeks. But he’d started it.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he smirked.

“Will you?” Nellie parried; but then she noticed the knowing smirk on Mark’s face and became suddenly embarrassed. Trading cheeky DMs with Kyle was one thing. Flirting with him in front of people was quite another.

“Good luck!” she quickly said, and she turned and continued down the hall, her heart rate picking up again.

* * * *

An hour after her match, Nellie’s phone was still pinging with likes, comments, and retweets of the sweaty post-match photo she’d shared to her socials with a simple but intriguing caption: And still. Three months, five defenses. And I’m hunting more hardware.

It was that last line that had everyone speculating—and they’d find out what she meant soon enough. Recently, Nellie and Torrance had decided to bet on themselves and enter the upcoming Goddesses of Stardom Tag League as a team. It was a bold move, not only because they’d never tagged together before, but because they were in separate factions: Nellie in Queen’s Quest, Torrance in Cosmic Angels. But they’d both been looking to shake things up in their careers, and the tag league presented the perfect opportunity.

“We seriously need to come up with a team name,” Torrance said as she sat in the dressing room scrolling through her own social media feeds. “They’re announcing the entrants in two weeks, I think.”

“I know,” Nellie agreed, pausing to swipe mascara over her lashes. Of course they were going out; it was her birthday. “I’ve been trying to think of a play on our names, but all I’ve come up with is Team TKO and I don’t think that fits us.”

Torrance’s eyes turned pensive. “Cosmic Queens?” she finally said.

Nellie started to reject it—but she snapped her fingers. It had come to her just like that. “Cosmic Queendom.”

“Yessss, that’s it,” Torrance smiled. “Although it kinda sounds like we’re trying to join United Empire, too.”

Nellie stopped what she was doing. “Oh God, it does,” she realized. But Torrance shrugged.

“Fine with me,” she grinned. That time, Nellie decided to keep her comments to herself.

Initially, Torrance hadn’t planned on coming to London. But she’d made a spur-of-the-moment decision last week to book a last-minute flight—and it wasn’t just because she wanted to be there to support Nellie. She had other, more personal motivations; ones that involved Will Ospreay.

From Nellie’s perspective, Will had come completely out of left field. She knew that he and Torrance had gone on a few dates back in 2017—Nellie had even gone on the most awkward double date of her life with them and David Finlay—but up until about a month ago, Torrance had been involved with Robbie Eagles. Casually involved, admittedly, but involved nonetheless—and Nellie thought he was a much better match for Torrance than Will was.

But when it came down to it, Torrance seemed happy; and after everything she’d been through surrounding the contentious end of her and Ishimori’s relationship earlier that year, the last thing Nellie wanted to do was rain on her parade.

“Speaking of United Empire,” Torrance added. “Is Kyle gonna end up in more than just your DMs tonight?”

“Torr!” Nellie proclaimed; but she couldn’t help her grin. “Jesus.”

“I’m just saying; I’d support it one hundred percent. It’s your birthday and you deserve to get dicked down.”

Nellie flushed hot at Torrance’s frankness of speech; but it would be a bald-faced lie to say she hadn’t been considering doing exactly that with Kyle. He was the perfect candidate on paper for a night of no-strings-attached fun. They were friends but not close enough that it would complicate anything; she was less than two months out of a heartbreaking relationship, and he was only twenty-two—neither of them was looking for anything serious. And besides, Torrance was right: she did deserve to get dicked down.

“Well… maybe I will,” she smirked and her phone pinged again. But the notification sound was different that time; the one she’d set for text messages. She finished up her makeup and then reached for her phone—and nearly dropped it when saw the text was from Jay.

Happy birthday, Nell. And congrats on the win. Five defenses in three months is insane.

“What the fuck.”

“What?” Torrance asked, and Nellie realized she’d said that out loud.

“Jay just texted me happy birthday.”

“What?” Torrance was just as taken aback. “No.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, and she handed her phone over so Torrance could see it for herself. Her mouth dropped.

“Oh, what the fuck.”

“Now you see why I said it,” Nellie commented.

“Have you two even said two words to each other since you broke up?”

She shook her head. “No.” It worked Torrance up even more.

“And he just pops up to wish you happy birthday like nothing happened,” she said. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m surprised; it’s just like Jay to pull something like that.”

Now that she'd said it, Nellie wasn’t surprised, either; that was exactly how Jay had acted throughout the final three months of their relationship. After he’d won the NEVER Openweight Championship, Nellie had felt like he would put her on the backburner for days at a time until he’d suddenly remember they were together. That they needed to communicate, check-in with each other, be there for each other even while thousands of miles apart, especially while working through the uncertainty of their situation.

Except, they hadn’t worked through it. And months later, Nellie was still trying to work out why.

“You’re not thinking about texting him back, are you?” Torrance asked.

Knock! Knock-knock-knock! Knock-knock!

A rhythmic series of knocks on the dressing room door spared Nellie from having to answer, and then Will’s voice shouted through to them.

“Oi! Are you two ready?”

Torrance looked back at Nellie as she stood to answer the door. “Don’t text him back. You have better things to do tonight—like a six-foot-four Aussie.”

Nellie scoffed. But her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she looked back at the text, until she locked her phone and put it away.

* * * *

It was a challenge to find anywhere to get a drink after 11 p.m. on a Sunday in London, unless you knew where to look—and of course Will knew where to look. So, he called an Uber X and a black Range Rover arrived to take them away. On the ride, the conversation naturally turned to all their success that night and what shows they had booked next, at which point Nellie asked Kyle and Mark if they had any plans to wrestle in Japan soon, given that they were the newest members of United Empire. Kyle told her he hoped it would be sooner rather than later. And when Nellie grinned and said, “I hope so, too,” she really meant it.

But it was less than ten minutes before they reached their destination—and it really was the kind of place you needed to know about, tucked away on a side street in between much newer and taller buildings. On the outside, it looked like a typical English pub, a weathered brick-and-wood front adorned with an elegant hunter green sign hand-painted with gold lettering. But as soon as Nellie got out of the Range Rover she heard the pulse of dance music and saw the flash of strobe lights through the windows. It was unexpected, to say the least.

“Why does this seem like exactly the kind of place you’d know about?” Torrance said to Will.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he returned, and he took her hand and led them all inside.

The pub was cramped as it was, and it was packed wall-to-wall with people—at the bar, on the dancefloor, crowded around tables in the back. It was a dive for sure, and the atmosphere instantly transported Nellie back three years, to when nearly every trip to England had seen nights out with Riley to places just like this, and they would have drinks and Nellie would act coy even though she knew she’d fall into bed with him again.

And when Kyle put his hand on the small of her back, it felt like history might repeat itself with someone new.

“You want a drink?”

He’d leaned in to be heard above the music, and the ghost of his lips against her ear sent a pleasant tingle up Nellie’s spine. She nodded. “Yeah.”

She wasn’t sure if his hand found hers or the other way around, but their fingers intertwined, and he led her through the crowd to the bar. When they arrived, he guided her in front of him, his hand on her hip, her body tucked against his side.

“Shots?” he asked.

Nellie unintentionally leaned her head back against him as she laughed. “You would suggest shots.”

“Well, yeah!” Kyle returned. “It’s your birthday! I want you to enjoy it.” He squeezed her hip. It made more than just Nellie’s spine tingle that time.

He ordered a round of shots for the group, and they toasted to Nellie’s birthday and United Empire—“And Torr and Nell, consider this your unofficial initiation,” Will had said—and then they ordered more drinks and made their way to a booth in a less-crowded area on the second floor (Will's handiwork, of course). But Will didn’t stay long himself; Torrance pulled him away to the dancefloor, and once Mark realized he’d be third wheeling it, he disappeared, too, and Nellie and Kyle were left alone. They sat close, his arm resting behind her on the booth, their knees touching under the table. Nellie propped her chin up by her elbow and turned to look at him. He grinned.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are?”

Nellie couldn’t help it—she laughed. It was exactly the sort of compliment she’d expect from a twenty-two-year-old at a bar. But that didn’t make it any less flattering.

“I’m serious,” Kyle added, and he started ticking off her praises on his fingers. “You’re a bad-ass wrestler, you’re smart, you’re funny, and to top it all off you’re a fucking smokeshow. It’s not fair, actually.”

Nellie bit back a grin as she stirred her drink. “I’m also twenty-nine.”

Kyle’s brow furrowed. “And?” He was clearly confused as to why she’d mention that. “What does that matter?”

“Are you into older women?”

Their seven-year age difference was something that had been lurking in the back of Nellie’s mind from the day she and Kyle had started their flirtation. Not because it mattered—it didn’t, not if they were two consenting adults just getting their rocks off for a night—but just because it was there. Fact. And Nellie had never been with someone that much younger than her.

But it seemed to be a complete non-issue to Kyle. “Older women?” He laughed. “No—I’m into you. And I don’t think of you as an ‘older woman.’”

Nellie grinned again. “Oh, so you’re into me, huh?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I thought that was kind of obvious with all the flirting and compliments, but I can be more obvious if you need me to.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s more obvi…”

She trailed off as he pulled her into him and kissed her. And while Nellie had half-expected him to do it, she hadn’t at all expected her physical response to it. Kyle’s lips were soft, and so was the kiss, slow and sensual, one arm wrapped around her shoulders to draw her close, his other hand cradling the side of her face, his fingers reaching back into her hair. It was a purposeful kiss; attentive. Nellie hadn’t felt so coveted in months.

He broke away, nipping at her bottom lip just so. When Nellie opened her eyes, Kyle was smirking at her.

“Mommy? Sorry. Mom—”

She shoved him away. “Oh, fuck off.”

“I’m sorry, it was right there!” he laughed. “But is that a bit more obvious?”

Nellie smirked. “Obviously,” she returned. And then, like an intrusive thought, she remembered Jay’s text, still sitting left on read on her phone.

* * * *

Thanks. I’ve been trying to keep busy.

Nellie sent the text as they all walked out of the pub, when no one was paying attention. It was after 1 a.m., and alcohol had weakened her resolve. Between Kyle’s lips, his smile, the way he touched her, and the ghost of Jay still haunting the empty rooms in her heart, Nellie’s head was a mess.

“Nell! You coming?”

She looked up at the sound of Kyle’s voice and realized she’d fallen behind. She pushed her phone into her back pocket and hurried to catch up, looping her arm through his and falling in step next to him.

The guys had decided they wanted a late-night snack, and of course Will knew of a 24-hour bagel shop a short walk away. The guys went up to the counter to order while Nellie and Torrance stood against the wall, out of the way. It took all but a few seconds for Torrance to ask exactly what Nellie knew she would.

“So… will Kyle be giving you a birthday present?”

Of course Nellie had told Torrance that Kyle had kissed her back at the pub, and she was almost certain Torrance had gone and told Will. She stole a furtive glance at the guys out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but by the way Will nudged Kyle and the grin on Kyle’s face, she had some idea.

“I don’t know.”

Torrance frowned when she heard that. “Why not?” she asked—and as if in answer, Nellie’s phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out without thinking about it—again: alcohol—and saw that Jay had responded.

Well it looks good on you.

Her head spun. Torrance noticed—and she already knew. She came around Nellie’s side and looked at her phone. Her lips parted in disappointment.

“You texted him back? Nell.”

“I know, but I don’t need a lecture about it right now, okay?” Nellie returned. She was tired, and a bit drunk, and a lot confused. And thankfully, Torrance was the kind of friend who could recognize that.

“Okay, but don’t reply to that one,” she urged.

“Everything alright over here?” Will walked over and handed a blondie wrapped in cellophane to Torrance. He nudged his chin at Nellie. “You look a million miles away, Nell.”

“Oh,” she quickly shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I think the night’s just catching up to me.”

“I’m sure Kyle could sort it out for you,” he commented, and her face burned. She barely had a moment to recover before Kyle and Mark joined them, bagel sandwiches in hand. Kyle took a big bite out of his and hummed in satisfaction.

“This hits the spot, for sure,” he said. He offered the bagel to Nellie. “Want a bite?”

She eyed it; it did look good. So, she grabbed Kyle’s hand and took a bite.

“Jeez, taking my food already!” he proclaimed.

“You offered!” Nellie returned through a mouth full of food. Kyle just grinned and winked at her.

“Well, shall we?” Will said then. “I’ll call the Uber.”

* * * *

When Kyle had leaned into Nellie’s ear in the backseat of the Uber and quietly asked if she wanted him to come back to her hotel room, she’d looked up at him and nodded yes. But she didn’t know if she’d hook up with him. She still didn’t know as they walked through the door, or as she changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, or even as they cuddled up together on the bed, atop the covers. They didn’t turn on the TV or look at their phones; and even though Nellie still wasn’t sure, she did notice that the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It didn’t feel like she’d made a mistake inviting Kyle back to her hotel room. It was nice just having his company.

“I want you to know I don’t expect anything to happen tonight,” he eventually said. “I know it hasn’t been that long since you and Jay broke up.”

Something ached deep inside Nellie’s chest. She did her best to ignore it. “How long do you think it’s been?”

It was a genuine question. She and Jay had kept their relationship out of the public eye even when they’d been at their happiest, and they’d handled their break-up just as privately. But there had been clues. Ones that Nellie assumed Kyle had picked up on.

“About a month, I guess?” he answered. “At least, that’s about how long ago I started to notice you sharing certain songs to your Instagram stories and posting thirst trap photos.”

A corner of Nellie’s mouth quirked up. “Oh, so you noticed the photos?”

“Of course I noticed the photos, are you joking? Those photos could make a blind man see again.”

She laughed out loud that time. “Well, I’m glad you noticed,” she said, and she saw him smirk out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice small but genuine. “It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been noticed like that.”

Kyle’s eyebrows arched. “Did Jay go blind?”

“It sort of feels that way,” she said, and she started to withdraw again, into those empty rooms.

But she pulled herself out and looked up at Kyle. “But it’s his loss.”

Kyle smiled at her, warm and wide, just like he had when she’d returned backstage from winning her match. Just like he had been all night. “It’s absolutely his loss,” he said, and Nellie pulled his lips against hers, getting lost in the feel of him.

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

I have always wanted to do a WIP list and never got around to it!

✨️UPDATED 4/27✨️

Well here it is!

Kip Sabian x Reader (18+)

Swerve Strickland x Reader X2

Ricky Starks x Big Bill x Reader

Tyler Bate x Reader

Baron Corbin x Reader

Angelico x Reader

Jey Uso x Reader

Santos Escobar x Reader (Request)

Bang Bang Gang x Reader

Juice Robinson x Reader

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Undisputed Kingdom x Reader

Top Flight x Reader

Austin Theory x Grayson Waller x Reader

Chuck Taylor x Reader x2

Matt Taven x Reader

Jack Perry x Reader

Kyle Fletcher x Will Ospreay x Reader

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #aew imagine #wwe x reader #aew #wwe fics #aew imagines #aew fanfic #kip sabian #swerve strickland #big bill #tyler bate #baron corbin #angelico #jey uso #santos escobar #bang bang gang #juice robinson #cash wheeler #jay white #undisputed kingdom #top flight #austin theory #grayson waller #chuck taylor #matt taven #jack perry #kyle fletcher #charley's fics

[missbingu]

I had another wrestling dream where I was dating Mark Davis but all we did was hug. And since he’s a big boy, the hugs were so comfortable. My friends were a bit weirded out that we were constantly hugging, but I was like “look at this man! How can I not hug him!” And Kyle Fletcher…he was just there with Skye Blue.

#aew #aussie open #mark davis #kyle fletcher #skye blue #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction

[majesticwren]

Holy shit I neeeeeeed part four to nuclear season like yesterday. You are amazing 🫶🏻

Omg anony thank you so much 💗💕 I'm working on it 💅 stay tuned

#nuclear season fic #aew fanfiction #will ospreay #will ospreay fanfic #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay x ofc #will ospreay smut #kyle fletcher #kyle fletcher fanfic #kyle fletcher x reader #kyle flegcher x ofc #kyle fletcher smut

[kolakoke]

Kolakoke's WWE-AEW-NFL baby daddy series

the was originally supposes to be a WWE only series but then crap happen and... the list expanded...

I will be writing 15 fics (5 for each brand) about stories of them being baby daddies!!!

WARNING!!! ALL WWE AND AEW PEOPLE WILL BE IN KAYFABE AT ALL TIME UNLESS I SAID THIS IS THE REAL THEM OR SOME CRAP!!!

WWE

Solo Sikoa

Jimmy Uso

Bronco Nima(HEAR ME OUT PLEASE!!!)

Damian Priest

Carmelo Hayes

AEW

MJF

Swerve strickland

Kyle fletcher(🤭)

Hook

Ricky starks

NFL

Ceedee Lamb

Davante Adams

Chase Young

Ja'marr Chase

Jalen Hurts

if you want to be tagged in any fill out this form!!!

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[elphantasmo]

who's gonna love you like me?

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 新日本プロレス | New Japan Pro-Wrestling Relationship: Mark Davis/Kyle Fletcher Additional Tags: post win celebration sex, Anal Sex, look they're fucking with the belts on I don't know what else to tell you Language:English Words: 1124 Summary: Kyle and Mark celebrate winning the IWGP Tag Titles. That's it. That's the fic. Authors note: I half-assed the editing of this and wrote it in like two hours time. 🤷

#me: fics #njpw fanfiction #aussie open fanfiction #wrestling fanfic

[impulsivedecisionsat3am]

thinking about the kyle fletchers x kevin jonas possession-demon-magic fic rn

#it was pretty good actually #with background awsten/jawn and geoff/otto #and the jonas brothers #duh #uh i’m not going to properly tag this shitpost actually

[some-mad-lunge]

Undrunk - A Malex Fic

I have been obsessed with the song “Undrunk” by Fletcher, and of course it made me think of our boys. Our stupidly beautiful boys. So here you go, do with it what you will.

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Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you

At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

He’s in that blissful place, the one brought on by just enough tequila and the wandering hands of the blonde who lead him into the bathroom. He’s shoved up against the door, gripping hair that doesn’t curl around his fingers, wet heat around his dick. His gasps are almost loud enough to quiet his heart, silence the voice in his head, make it go away.

He’s shaking from the force of it, the hazy cloud of satisfaction that’s on the wrong side of empty.

“Whose Guerin?” The voice is too rough, none of the sweetness he misses so much. Too much. Always.

Alex ignores the question by sinking to his knees.

Honestly, this party's over

Everyone here should have gone home

But I'm afraid of being sober

He only goes to the bar on the nights he knows they won’t be there. He believes in self preservation above all things now. His days are hard enough, the night is for escape, forgetting.

It’s welcome and yet strange to see someone else behind the bar. It’s even weirder to be the one leaning against it, glass in hand when last call is rung. He’s usually found someone by now, but tonight he’ll go home alone.

He thinks about the bottle in his cupboard waiting for him and breathes deep.

Maybe not so lonely after all.

'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone

I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me

I should have deleted, but kept it a secret

Is that crazy to do?

Alex hears him sometimes, floating sighs and whispered words. He’s woken up reaching for a someone most mornings, everytime.

He still does. He probably always will. It’s just easier when there is heat and muscle waiting for him, even if it belongs to the wrong person.

So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink

And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers

It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

He pushes himself too hard. His physical therapist reprimands him, his doctor gives him a serious stare. He promises to slow down, to not push his limits.

The pain, it’s just too welcome to give up.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you

At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

But some things you can't undo

Three missed calls from Liz. Nine missed calls from Kyle. One missed call from Isobel. That one peaked his curiosity, so much that he almost gave in and rang her back. Almost.

He had 86 unread text messages. They could stay that way.

I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers

So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

But somethings you can't undo

And one of them's you

He pushes back, begs for it harder, faster. He’s so close and it hurts, everything hurts until it doesn’t. For one blissful minute he doesn’t feel anything. Then it’s cooling sweat and aching muscles and nothing.

“You don’t have to leave.” The voice is kind, the eyes soft, the type you could fall in love with if you had a heart to give.

Alex pulls on his jeans and goes, his heart hasn’t been his for over a decade

I'm afraid to turn the lights on

I don't want to face this rebound

Is it weird if I come over?

I want to but I know that she's around

Had he been paying attention he would have noticed they were there, watching him, them. He’s too engrossed in the lips whispering in his ear, caged by shoulders and thighs, a hand holding a pool cue.

This one doesn’t know Alex’s laugh is empty, haunted. He smiles into the kiss, he doesn’t worry if they’re on display. He could care less what the idiots of Roswell think of him, he never really did.

There has only been one person’s respect he’d ever wanted, and what a foolish game that had been. He pushes his hips, gets enough space to head back to the bar. He can feel lustful eyes trailing him and it gives him a dull thrill.

“Manes.”

He hears it. No, he feels it, through every nerve ending in his body. Cosmic bullshit. He downs his glass and signals for another.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough.”

Michael is less than an arm's reach away but it may as well be light years. The thought makes him giggle, he’s drunk enough to let it escape.

“What about this is funny to you, Alex?”

He looks up then, chocolate eyes that pierce into him, the laughter bubbles out even more. He glances over Guerin’s shoulder, sees Maria and Liz, concerned faces. The humour dies on his lips.

“What about this isn’t funny, Michael?”

Life is one big fucking joke, and somewhere Alex can hear his father laughing. He raises his glass to his friends, if he can he still call them that, and heads back to to the pool table.

Alex doesn’t walk out into the night alone and he doesn’t bother to look if anyone notices. He gets a handjob in the cab of the stranger’s pick up truck and is thankful for the steamed up windows.

So I'm touching myself to the photos that you used to send me

I should have deleted, but kept it a secret

Is that crazy to do?

Some nights he pulls out his guitar and strums some chords. He lets himself remember youth and dreams, first kisses and safe embraces.

He used to want so much, believed he could have it, deserved it.

His life is just one long endless whimper now.

Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking

I shouldn't be cooking, be spilling hot water

It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

He hates himself, a little more everyday. If Michael had felt half of this in the last decade, an ounce of it, well then Alex is the one to blame. Then he deserves all of this.

You only hurt the ones you love. Or so they say.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you

At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

But some things you can't undo

“I’m sorry.”

He never should have reached for his phone. He never should have had just one more. It made him weak, weaker. It’s dark and he’s alone, scared even. He’s never going to feel anything else ever again and it terrifies him.

“Alex...it’s okay…”

“But it’s not. Because I left, I know I left so many times but I never loved anyone else. I never tried. I knew it was pointless. I’m sorry, I believed you felt the same.”

He hears a rustle and a soft muffled voice asking Michael what’s wrong and Alex knows, of course he does. Who else could it be? It hits him, the regret, the envy.

He hangs up the phone. He listens to it ring over and over on the pillow beside him until he finally turns it off and gets up to have a 3:00am beer. Or three.

I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers

So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

But somethings you can't undo

And one of them's you

Max leans against the cell, the pity in his eyes is almost as painful as the split skin on Alex’s knuckles.

“Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, never thought aliens existed or that people could die and then un-die, so what the fuck do we know?”

Max just sighs in response as he opens the door.

“He’s not pressing charges so you’re damn lucky” Like Alex should be grateful for that or something.

“He was a homophobic prick.”

“Yeah, he was.”

Alex refuses to limp as he walks out of the cell. He almost makes it to the door.

“He did this for 10 years Alex, don’t make the same mistakes.” The kindness in Max’s voice makes him crumble inside, almost enough for the wall to come down.

Instead Alex shakes his head.

“Guess it’s my turn then.”

If Max has anymore thoughts on the subject Alex doesn’t bother to wait to hear them.

Been through every emotion

Right now I'm sad and broken

Like the bottles on the floor, but I'm too buzzed to clean them up

“This needs to stop.”

Alex doesn’t bother responding, just reaches for the bottle that has a little bit of liquid left in it. It’s warm and it burns. Good.

“Seriously, Alex we’re worried.” Kyle sits on the coffee table, the one that hides his father’s secrets. He wishes he could shove everything down below and shut the door. Lock it up and forget. He just wants to forget.

“Oh are “we”?” He tries to pick himself up off the floor but he’s too much booze and not enough limbs. He pushes away the hands that try to help him.

“Are you going to let him do this to you?”

Alex throws the bottle against the fireplace, enjoys watching Kyle flinch when it shatters. He remembers what it was like, to feel things, anything.

“If you’re here to appease everyone’s guilt then you can go. I don’t blame anyone but myself.”

He is grateful to whatever God let him have the dignity to finally stand, it hurts, everything hurts, but he does it.

“You let yourself in, let yourself out.”

He slams his bedroom door for good measure.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk

So I could, I could un-love you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you

At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

But some things you can't undo

“Remember me?”

Alex looks up from the spot on the table where his glass has left a ring of wet. He had thought it poetic somehow, but he can’t remember why anymore.

It’s Dan. Or Dave. Or…

“Dallas” He offers his hand for a shake, like they’ve just met and Alex doesn’t know what it’s like to have the man inside him.

“Alex.” It's the polite thing to do.

“I know. Want some company?”

He should say no, but he wants to say yes. There is only so much alone one person can take. He motions to the space across from him, those eyes are still kind, that face still gorgeous.

Alex knows he’ll never love him like he loved Michael, but maybe that’s the point. Something instead of everything.

I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers

So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

But somethings you can't undo

And one of them's you

He’s laughing again, honest to God laughing for no other reason than because Dallas is funny, witty. Smart and kind, beautiful.

Something.

After a few weeks Alex pulls him into the Wild Pony, they sit eating greasy bar food and nursing beers. It’s a Thursday night, it’s Alex’s night. Now it’s Alex and Dallas’s, it feels good.

Dallas has sauce on his chin and Alex doesn’t think as he reaches forward to wipe it off. Doesn’t expect those eyes to brighten, for lips to press a kiss into his palm. It settles something into his chest, warm and whole, comfortable.

He can have this. He does have this.

It’s the perfect evening until Dallas gets a call from work, has to head out to solve some crisis. He kisses Alex slow, nestles his forehead to Alex’s temple and whispers “I’ll miss you.”

Alex is still smiling as he watches Dallas pull out of the parking lot. It disappears when he sees who’s leaning casually against his car, black cowboy hat in place.

You, you

Wish I could un-love you

They just stare at each other, it’s their own brand of conversation.

You, you, you

Wish I could un-call you

“Does he make you happy?” Alex can feel his heart constrict, it’s missed that tone so much. The one Alex was certain had only ever been for him.

“Does it matter?” It’s the only answer he has in him.

Michael sighs, “Always.”

You, you, you

Wish I could un-fuck you

You

“She’s not you.” It’s so earnest, so honest and Alex doesn’t know what to do with it.

“I thought that was the point.” Hadn’t it been? Wasn’t what all this was about, Michael deserving more and realizing it?

“I don’t know how to stop loving you.” There are tears in both their eyes and Alex, he wants grasp to with greedy hands.

Cosmic bullshit.

Everything.

Wish I could un-love you

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I'll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 3 (of 3)

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (...and a little bit of x Jay White) Word Count: 3,930 Warnings: Just some language and angst

Nellie's weekend in London with Kyle ends on a bittersweet note, just as Jay pops up to confuse her again.

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Sunday, November 21, 2021 London, England

The sheets felt smooth and cozy against Nellie’s bare legs, and she snuggled deeper underneath the blankets, not ready to leave their comfort just yet. She slid her foot toward Kyle, further, further; but she didn’t find him. She opened her eyes. No wonder—she was alone in his bed.

But no sooner had she realized it than the bedroom door pushed open. Kyle walked in, shirtless in gray sweatpants, a coffee mug in each hand. He smiled when he saw her awake.

“Good morning.”

“Mmmorning,” Nellie returned as she stretched. “Is one of those for me?”

“These?” he gestured with the mugs. “Oh, no. Sorry—I double-fist coffee in the morning.”

She sent him a flat look. His grin widened.

“Of course one of them is for you.”

She sat up against the pillows and thanked him as he handed her a mug. From the color of the coffee, it looked like he’d made it to her taste. She took a sip. It was smooth and rich with just the right amount of cream.

“I hope it’s alright,” he said as he rejoined her under the covers. I just put a bit of cream in it.”

“It’s perfect,” she told him. “Jeez, first you know my drink order and now how I take my coffee. I’m impressed.”

“Well, I pay attention. As you learned last night.”

He flashed a cheeky smirk, and heat crept up Nellie’s collar. Kyle certainly had paid attention last night, both to what she’d told him at the club beforehand and her cues in the moment—and she’d given them. Thank God Will and Torrance hadn’t been right next door; they absolutely would have heard.

But thinking of them reminded her. “We have to work tonight. I almost forgot that’s why I’m here.”

“Yeah, you have to retain that RevPro title so we can be double champions together,” Kyle grinned.

“You and Mark have to retain the RevPro tag titles for that to happen, too,” she pointed out. But Kyle scoffed.

“Please, I’m not worried about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr.”

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. “Wish I could say the same about Alex Windsor,” she said into her coffee. It surprised Kyle.

“You’re worried about facing Alex?”

She thought about it as she sipped. “I’m not worried,” she clarified. “But she’s definitely the toughest opponent I’ve defended this title against. And I’m not ready to lose it yet.”

“So don’t.”

Nellie shot him a flat look.

“I’m serious!” he returned.  “Yeah, Alex is good. But so are you. Better, I think. But I am a bit biased.”

Nellie smiled at that. “Are you?”

He held up his thumb and forefinger. “Little bit,” he said, and more than just the coffee warmed Nellie’s stomach then. “But if you really want to be prepared, you should come to the gym with me later. Getting a lift in will increase your focus. Plus, I can make sure your form’s correct. You know, on squats and stuff.”

“Oh, can you?” she smirked.

“Mhm.” He set his coffee down on his nightstand. “And if you want to get some cardio in, we could do that, too. Right now, if you want…”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, and Nellie grinned as she put her coffee down, never so eager to get in some morning cardio.

* * * *

“Okay, spill,” Torrance urged. “I want details.”

Nellie hit pause on her playlist and the music stopped in her headphones. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”

“I’ve literally been waiting to ask since Will and I got back this morning,” Torrance eagerly returned. “And since I’ve been forced to come to the gym on what’s technically my vacation, the least you can do is tell me everything.”

“No one forced you to come,” Nellie laughed as she grabbed a foam roller and a mat. “You could have stayed at the house.”

“Stop stalling. Was it good?”

They found an open area to sit down and stretch on the mats, and Torrance stared impatiently at Nellie as she started rolling out her right hamstring. Truth be told, she’d been waiting for an opportunity to dish to Torrance about her evening with Kyle, too.

“Well… I’m a little worried Mark might have heard something, after all, I’ll put it that way.”

“No.” Torrance laughed through her nose and clamped her hand over her mouth. “So it was a religious experience, then?”

“It definitely didn’t disappoint,” Nellie grinned. “He was very eager to please.”

Torrance looked like she couldn’t have been more pleased to hear it. “I can tell. You’re glowing.”

“Oh, come on,” Nellie breathed.

“I’m serious! And Kyle hasn’t stopped smiling all day.” She smiled then, too. “I’m happy for you two.”

Nellie pressed down harder on the foam roller. But something about her concentrated expression must have given away that it was because of more than just a tight muscle.

“Oh no,” Torrance recognized. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she quietly returned. “I can just feel myself starting to overthink it already.”

Torrance’s eyebrows arched. “Well, you know I know all about that,” she commiserated. “You want to talk about it?”

Nellie considered it for a second. “No, actually. It can wait until after I retain my title,” she decided.

Torrance nodded. “Totally get that. Speaking of—did you want me to come out with you for the match? I kinda think people are lowkey expecting it because they know I’m here.”

“Did you bring anything to wear?”

Torrance paused, thinking. “Good question. I’ll figure out something,” she said, and she pushed herself up from the floor and grabbed her water bottle. “Do you need water? I’m gonna go fill up.”

“No, I’m good.”

She nodded and walked off, and Nellie resumed her playlist. K-Pop filled her ears, and she switched to rolling out her left hamstring when the music dropped for a second in her headphones. She glanced down at her phone screen—it was an Instagram notification—and when she saw what it said, she slowed to a stop.

jaywhitenz liked your story

She pursed her lips and cleared the notification with a swipe of her finger. Jay could like her gym selfies all he wanted, and he had. It wouldn’t change anything.

But then the music dropped again. That time, because of a text.

Good luck in your match tonight. Is that your sixth defense already?

Nellie stopped rolling. She stared at the message until the screen went black. How had he known it was her sixth defense? Had he actually been paying attention, or had he just looked it up, probably right before typing up that message?

Either way, it didn’t matter. Thanks, and yeah. She sent off the reply and resumed her foam rolling. She could have just left him on read, but she didn’t see the point. They were past that; she’d moved on. She was involved with someone else now. Potentially, anyway.

Are Kyle and I ‘involved’? she wondered. But then her phone pinged again. Jay’s response came quicker than she’d expected.

That’s crazy. But the RevPro title looks good on you. I know you’re happy to be working there again.

Nellie slowed to a stop again. But before she could even begin to unpack that text, another one came in.

And congrats on winning the Stardom tag league btw. I watched the final after I heard. Is the tag title match booked yet?

Nellie’s heart picked up a beat. He’d watched the tag league final? Why? Why did he want her to know he had? They hadn’t said two words to each other since her birthday; she hadn’t even told him happy birthday last month. Where was this coming from, and why now? It was barely after 9 a.m. in Florida.

She looked up and around for Torrance; she could only imagine what her reaction to all this would be. But she was nowhere in sight. And so, Nellie wrote back.

Thanks. The match isn’t booked yet and it probably won’t be until after the new year. Syuri has been too busy defending the SWA title to have a Goddess title defense, too. But honestly, I’m fine with that. Torr and I are both planning to go home for Christmas this year, and I’d rather be able to enjoy myself than rush that time around an important title match, especially since I haven’t seen my family in almost two years.

She hit send, and it wasn’t until after the message was already gone and delivered that Nellie realized she hadn’t needed to tell him all that. She could have just sent him the first three sentences and left it at that. And now she was suddenly thinking about last Christmas and how Jay had done everything he could to make it special for her because she was homesick and unable to see her family because of the pandemic. How that was the first time they’d told each other “I love you”—and Jay had said it first.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at the screen.

Well, you know I know exactly how that feels.

“Hey.”

Nellie flinched and looked up. Kyle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he grinned, crooked and boyish. “You about ready to head out?”

She paused her music again and pushed her phone into the slip pocket on her workout leggings. “Yeah.” She pulled her headphones off her ears and let them hang around her neck. “Where’s Torrance?”

“With Mark and Will.” He offered her his hand, and she took it and let him pull her up from the floor. “You alright?”

Nellie hesitated. Why would he ask her that? Did it seem like something was wrong? “Yeah, why?”

Kyle shrugged. “You just had this super tense look on your face when I was walking over.”

Nellie reflexively tensed when he said that. She made a conscious effort to relax. “Oh, well I was tense. I both hate and love foam rolling because it hurts when you’re doing it but feels good after.”

Kyle smirked. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Me don’t make it weird? You don’t make it weird,” he retorted. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to; it was written all over your face,” she grinned. It only made Kyle’s smile wider.

“Well, if you need extra help working out those tense muscles, I have some ideas.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“What?” he innocently asked. “I was gonna suggest a massage.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” she asked with a glance over her shoulder.

“We can call it whatever you want, babe,” Kyle returned with a wink and click of his tongue, and Nellie tried to focus on the way it made her feel and not what it made her wonder.

* * * *

Nellie had responded to Jay’s text as they’d all walked back to Will’s car. I know, she’d said, short and to the point, and she’d fully expected the conversation to die there.

But Jay had sent one more message.

But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other.

That time, Nellie did leave him on read. But hours later, she was still thinking about that stupid text—and everything it said in between the lines.

“Nellie.”

“Hm, what?” she looked up from absentmindedly lacing up her boot.

“Does this look alright?” Torrance held out her arms to showcase the outfit she’d put together: a yellow, pink, and blue plaid miniskirt with a chunky silver chain clipped at the waist; their team t-shirt that she’d cut and cropped; and sparkly Doc Martens. It screamed Torrance Taylor.

“Yeah,” Nellie nodded, and she went back to lacing up her boot. The air in the locker room was thick.

“I know you’re nervous, and I don’t blame you,” Torrance said. “But Alex hasn’t spent the last three years wrestling and training with the best joshis in the world. She’s not ready for you.”

A corner of Nellie’s mouth quirked up. “That tagline is already taken.”

Torrance dismissively rolled her eyes. “Please, I’m trying to give you a pep talk here! So go out there and use what Tam and Zack have taught you and kick Alex’s ass, and then in January we’ll kick Giulia and Syuri’s asses for the Goddess titles, and you’ll be a double champion.”

Nellie laughed to herself at the unintentional implication that Zack was one of the best joshis in the world, but for the sake of Torrance’s pep talk she didn’t mention it. Instead, she said, “You’re the third person who’s brought up the double champion thing to me today.”

“Am I?” Torrance amusedly asked. Nellie nodded, wrapping her left wrist in tape.

“Mhm. You, Kyle… and Jay.”

Torrance stopped what she was doing to stare at her open-mouthed. “I’m sorry, did you say Jay?”

She nodded again, biting off the tape. “He texted me out of nowhere at the gym.”

Torrance’s jaw unhinged further. “And you’re just telling me now?”

Rather than respond, Nellie unlocked her phone, pulled up the texts, and handed it over; it would be easier to just let Torrance see the messages herself. By the time she was done reading, her eyes were wide and round.

“Oh, he absolutely sent that last one on purpose,” she assessed.

“Right?” Nellie agreed, and Torrance handed her phone back. “And he made it sound like he’s coming back soon, didn’t he? Why the hell would he text me that?”

She looked back at Torrance, genuinely seeking a reason; but Torrance’s expression had changed. She didn’t look shocked anymore. Instead, she looked oddly guilty.

“What,” Nellie said. A statement, not a question.

“I think he might know about you and Kyle.”

Nellie blinked, confused. That was the last thing she’d expected her to say. “What? How would he possibly—”

“The video I posted last night.”

Nellie paused in realization. The dinner. Torrance had posted a video of it to her Instagram story. Now that she thought about it, Will had, too. And Jay followed them both.

“Hold on, I can literally see if he’s seen it,” Torrance remembered, and she grabbed her phone. She clicked through to the video; and while it took a few seconds to find Jay’s handle among all the views, it was there, clear as day.

“Okay yeah, he’s seen it,” she confirmed.

“Let me see it,” Nellie said, and Torrance showed her the screen. The video was mostly of Will, but because of where they’d all been seated, there was a glimpse of Nellie and Kyle at the other end of the table; and right before the video ended, Nellie reached up and used her thumb to wipe something from the corner of Kyle’s mouth as he smiled softly at her. Nellie’s stomach fluttered when she saw herself do it. She thought about Jay seeing her do it. She wouldn’t be at all surprised if it had made him wonder.

“Okay, so he’s seen it,” she dismissed as she handed Torrance back her phone. “But do you really think that’s why he decided to text me out of nowhere?”

“Maybe!” Torrance proclaimed. “I’m willing to bet he was fishing for information. He probably threw out that last text hoping you’d respond with something like, Oh, are you coming back to Japan soon? and it would lead to a conversation so he could sus out or even point-blank ask if you’re seeing anyone. Because he saw that video of you and Kyle, and now he wants to know.”

Nellie bit her lip. Nothing Torrance said was implausible. It made a lot of sense, actually. But she scoffed. “Well, if he really wants to know, he could just ask Riley.”

“What?” Torrance returned, clearly confused. Nellie sighed.

“That night we went out and ran into him?”

“Yeah?”

“I told him about Kyle.”

Torrance frowned, putting it all together in her head. “Okay,” she started. “But do Riley and Jay even talk?”

“I don’t know,” Nellie sighed. “I don’t care. If Jay asks, I’ll tell him. We’ve been officially over for three months, and unofficially for even longer than that, so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that I’ve moved on.”

She finished wrapping her right wrist, bit off the tape, and tossed the roll back into her bag. She was hot now, both physically and mentally—and she was caught off-guard by her own reaction. She’d worked through all her emotions about everything that had happened between her and Jay. Hadn’t she?

The door to the locker room abruptly opened, and Nellie and Torrance both glanced over as Alex Windsor walked in. She paused and gave an awkward smile; no doubt she could sense the tension in the air.

“Hey,” Nellie offered. The last thing she needed was for her opponent to think the issue was with her.

“Hello,” she genially returned. “Welcome back.”

Nellie smiled the best she could. “Thanks,” she said, and she pushed Jay to the back of her mind and refocused on why she was there: to defend her RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship. Everything else was secondary.

* * * *

Nellie felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

She and Alex had been going at it for just under twenty minutes, but it might as well have been double that time, back and forth, each of them just as tired, frustrated, and determined as the other.

But it was Nellie who slipped up and got caught in the end.

One second she was on her feet and the next they were over her head. When she hit the mat, she saw stars. Her leg was already hooked, and her arm already trapped by virtue of the move itself, and the referee was right there and then it was one-two-three.

She felt like she hadn’t even had a chance to kick out.

“That loss is nothing to be ashamed of, Nell,” Torrance said to her; and even though Nellie knew it was true, she didn’t feel it in that moment. She sat slumped and defeated against a turnbuckle, nursing her neck as Alex’s arm was raised in victory, the title already in her hand. There were tears in her eyes. There were tears in Nellie’s, too.

Alex walked over and held out her hand. Nellie regarded it, regarded her. But ultimately, she accepted the gesture, and Alex pulled her up and into a brief embrace, a show of respect. And then Nellie ducted out of the ring and returned backstage, her hands empty, Torrance following behind.

And then she saw Kyle, waiting for her. There were still two matches until Aussie Open’s, but there he was. He frowned at her in sympathy, and her lip quivered as she folded into him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he gently said. Nellie breathed in his scent, focusing on the feel of his arms around her, the way he leaned his chin on top of her head because she fit just right. She wanted to live in that feeling for as long as she could.

“You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” Kyle said, repeating Torrance’s words almost verbatim. He moved his hands to her arms, and Nellie pulled back to look up at him. “You were—you are—a fighting champion. No one can deny that. Right?”

Nellie gave the smallest of nods. “Yeah.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, and a tear slipped down Nellie’s cheek as she closed her eyes. But it wasn’t just the loss of the championship she was upset about now.

“Onto the next one,” Kyle encouraged. “You’ll have another championship in no time.”

“Yeah, we will,” Torrance grinned. Nellie did her best to return it.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up,” she breathed. Kyle gave her another squeeze, and then she headed back to the women’s locker room. Straight to her suitcase. She grabbed her phone, and then it was almost as if she was outside her body, watching herself open her text chain with Jay. The most recent message, But hey, maybe you’ll be a double champion the next time we see each other, left on read. She typed back.

Well, that’s not happening now. I lost.

She sent it off and tossed the phone back into her bag. She wanted to shower, wash the grime, sweat, and defeat from her skin. She untied and pulled at her boot laces, undoing them just enough to pull the boots from her feet, and then her socks. She unwrapped her wrists and discarded the tape, grabbed her towel and toiletry bag; but as she stood from her seat, her phone pinged. She reached down and picked it up. Jay.

I’m sorry, Nell. But think of it this way: now you can put all your focus on Stardom and winning the tag titles.

Nellie had to give it to him—he had a point. But she left him on read again and headed to the shower, resisting the growing urge in her gut to ask if he was finally coming back to Japan.

* * * *

Nellie wasn’t the only one to leave the pay-per-view with less hardware. As unworried as Kyle had been about Roy and Ricky Knight Jr., Aussie Open had dropped the RevPro tag titles to them, too, and Will was left the only champion still standing. Needless to say, not much of anyone was up for going out after the show, and so they retreated back to Will’s house, somber and tired. Nellie and Torrance had a flight to catch back to Tokyo tomorrow morning, anyway, and Torrance undoubtedly wanted to soak up every hour and minute she had left with her boyfriend. Nellie was similarly aware of her time with Kyle as she lied snuggled against him on his bed—and how it was running out.

“Well, tonight sucked,” Kyle abruptly said into the silence.

“I don’t want to think about it,” Nellie returned. “I just want to enjoy what time we have left.”

Kyle laughed lightly through his nose at that. “You make it sound like we’re never gonna see each other again.”

“Well… now that I’ve lost the title, I don’t know when I’ll be back again.”

She turned her eyes up at him, looking for a reaction, an emotion, something that could clue her in to how Kyle felt about that, if he felt any type of way about it at all. But she only saw quiet contemplation.

“I wish we were working World Tag League,” he said after a while. “Hopefully we’ll get to Japan soon.”

Nellie looked back down, her head still resting on his chest. “Hopefully,” she agreed. And then, “I was afraid this would happen.”

“What?” Kyle asked.

“That I would catch feelings for you.”

There was a pregnant pause. Nellie inwardly winced, wondering if she shouldn’t have said it, if it wasn’t reciprocated, if she’d misinterpreted the entire weekend.

But then Kyle said, “You’re not the only one.”

Hearing that lifted Nellie up and weighed her down all at once. It was simultaneously a comfort to her heart and a dagger to her gut.

“But let’s just see how it goes,” Kyle thoughtfully added. “That’s all we really can do.”

Nellie nodded. “Yeah,” she quietly returned, for lack of anything better to say. Because as much as it sucked—hurt, even—Kyle was right. That really was all they could do.

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I'll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 1

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC with a little bit of ZSJ x OFC (also references to past!Jay White x OFC and past!El Phantasmo x OFC) ; Will Ospreay x OFC and past!Robbie Eagles x OFC (it's all here, folks!) Word Count: 4,829 Warnings: Alcohol use, language, angst

Nellie hasn't seen Kyle in two months. And despite previous experience to the contrary, she realizes that absence still can make the heart grow fonder.

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Saturday, November 13, 2021 Tokyo, Japan

After being forced to immediately tap out for a second time, Nellie was reminded why she simultaneously loved and hated training with Zack: she learned a lot, but he brought out her competitive streak in the worst way.

“You suck,” she breathed as he released her from the hold.

“Oh, don’t be like that, darling,” Zack smirked. “Thankfully, you don’t have to beat me to make the final tomorrow.”

Nellie rolled her eyes.

“No, but I’ll beat you if we don’t make it because you maimed my partner’s arm,” Torrance piped up from the ring apron. It made Taichi laugh, but Zack waved her off.

“Nell can handle it,” he said. He offered her his hand, and she took it and he pulled her up from the mat. Tomorrow, Nellie and Torrance would have the most important match of their short tag team career when they would face off against Mayu Iwatani and Rin Kadokura in the Block A final of the Goddesses of Stardom Tag League, and hopefully go on to the tournament final to earn a shot at the Goddesses of Stardom Championship. And because it was the biggest match of their tag team career thus far, Nellie figured why not enlist the best tournament tag team she knew in Dangerous Tekkers to help prepare her and Torrance.

“We have been going at it a few hours, though; I don’t want to push you too hard,” Zack said. “Is there anything else you want to go over?”

He looked between Nellie and Torrance, who looked between each other. “I’m good if you are,” Nellie said. Torrance agreed.

“Yeah, I’ve done enough sparring with Zack to last me a while.”

Zack grinned. “A bit more intensive than sparring with Robbie, is it?”

“Oi! I know you’re not talking shit.”

Robbie Eagles appeared almost as if Zack had summoned him. Nellie looked at Torrance again in surprise. But apparently, she hadn’t known Robbie would show up, either.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked him. “Don’t you need to be at Korakuen soon?”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d stop by on the way over, see how it’s going,” Robbie answered.  “And I walk in to hear Zack sullying my good name as a trainer.”

Zack shook his head. “No, mate, not as a trainer; just as a wrestler in general.”

Taichi laughed. Torrance did too and tried to hide it. Robbie gave Zack a flat look. “Fuck off,” he said, and then to Torrance and Nellie, “Are you packing up?”

“Oh, yeah,” Torrance answered. “I need a hot shower and a nap after what they just put us through.”

“As I said,” Zack commented, “more intensive than with Robbie.”

Robbie ignored him. “Are you not coming to the show?” he asked. But Torrance didn’t even need to think about her answer.

“Hell no. Taiji and Riley will both be there; you know I don’t like how they get around each other.”

The mood took an awkward turn then; so awkward, that Taichi took the opportunity to leave, waving to everyone as he went. But Torrance had a point: Robbie knew better than anyone, even Nellie, how Riley and Ishimori’s influence on each other’s behavior had played a part in Torrance and Ishimori’s break-up. He’d witnessed it firsthand during the brief period his and Riley’s time in Bullet Club had overlapped, and he’d been one of Torrance’s closest confidants after she’d left Ishimori. More than confidants, actually. But that had changed after Torrance and Nellie’s trip to London two months ago.

“We’re getting dinner and probably both having an early night,” Nellie said for Robbie’s sake more than Torrance’s. He looked like a wounded puppy, and she couldn’t take it. “Big day tomorrow, and all.”

Robbie nodded. “No yeah, I get it,” he returned. “I know you two will kill it.”

Another awkward silence started to creep in, and Torrance took it as her cue to exit. “Well, I’m gonna go; thanks again, Zack.” She looked at Nellie as she started to backpedal away. “I’ll text you later.”

“Yeah, see you,” Nellie said, and Torrance retreated into the locker room.

Zack tutted. “That was brutal, mate,” he said to Robbie. “I feel bad for calling you a shit wrestler now.”

Robbie gave a wry laugh. “Thanks. Well, good luck tomorrow, Nell. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, good luck tonight,” Nellie told him, and he waved and went back toward the exit.

“Are he and Torrance not a thing anymore?” Zack asked once Robbie was out of earshot.

Nellie sighed. “It’s complicated. I don’t know if they ever really were a thing, to be honest.” She grabbed her water bottle and phone from where she’d set them on a chair nearby. “But I’m gonna head out, too.”

“Hold on—Robbie reminded me,” Zack started, and Nellie paused to look at him. “Taichi was wondering if you’ll be accompanying us at all for World Tag League.”

Nellie’s mouth went dry. Admittedly, she’d been wondering the same herself, and with the annual tournament starting up tomorrow, she’d half-expected Zack to ask now that they were finally in a good place with each other again. And, unless she was imagining it, Nellie thought she saw a glimmer of hope in his eye that her answer would be yes.

But she couldn’t give him that. “I don’t know,” she uncertainly returned. “I mean, I’m not even in Suzuki-gun anymore, am I?”

It was more statement than question. As much as Nellie had liked to believe she’d been a full-fledged member of Suzuki-gun, she’d always felt like more of an affiliate, only there because she was with Zack; more included than Miho, but still less than everyone else. And so, when she and Zack had broken up, the tie had been severed—and it had taken him and Nellie a while to learn how to be just friends. She’d been a ghost in the weeks and months following their break-up, not attending a single NJPW event until she’d gotten together with Jay, and even then, she’d remained backstage. Wouldn’t it be out of line for her to just show up again after more than a year and a half away?  

“It’s not Suzuki-gun, it’s Tekkers,” Zack reasoned. “And Taichi wouldn’t have mentioned it if he didn’t want you there.”

“What about you?”

The question came out before she could stop it, and she fidgeted, anxious. Zack’s eyes softened once more.

“I would like to have you out there with us again, yeah. We make a good team, Nell… platonically or otherwise.”

Nellie’s phone suddenly buzzed in her hand, and she looked down. It was a text, and the name on the screen made her stomach flip for a whole separate reason other than Zack hinting that maybe he was over just being friends.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it,” she noncommittally returned; and then, like Taichi and Torrance minutes before, she hurried to leave. “Good luck tomorrow, though,” she offered. Zack sighed inaudibly.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, and Nellie waved and headed off, unlocking her phone to respond to Kyle’s text as she went.

* * * *

Hours later, Nellie sat across from Torrance at their favorite greasy burger joint and downloaded her on her brief conversation with Zack—and Torrance’s assessment was decisive. 

“Oh, he’s totally looking in the rear view hoping objects are closer than they appear.”

Nellie nearly choked on her drink.

“Seriously,” Torrance went on. “He sees you single again living your best life and now he wants you back.”

She shot Nellie a look that challenged tell me I’m wrong. Nellie sighed.

“I don’t know. You remember that night I talked to him after we had those tarot readings… he said it was inevitable we’d break up.”

“And now he knows he put his foot in his mouth,” Torrance returned. She smirked. “You and Zack are soulmates; your tarot reading said so.”

Nellie’s expression went flat. “And you thought Robbie was the Knight of Cups.”

Torrance visibly paused. “Okay, fair,” she admitted. “But all that aside, are you thinking of doing World Tag League?”

The corners of Nellie’s mouth turned down in thought. Part of her did miss accompanying Dangerous Tekkers to the ring; she’d had a lot of fun being an extra obstacle for their opponents throughout the 2018 and 2019 World Tag League tournaments. But a bigger part of her knew it wouldn’t be the best idea for her to participate this year.

“I don’t think so,” she decided. “Weirdness between Zack and me aside, I have enough on my plate with Stardom and RevPro already. Plus, Juice and Finlay aren’t in the tournament this year, and I always have the most fun fucking with them.”

Torrance smirked. “You’d do it in a heartbeat if Aussie Open were in it.”

Nellie didn’t want to smile, but she couldn’t help herself. “Probably.”

“Are you excited to see Kyle next weekend?”

Nellie paused. Again, she didn’t want to admit it. And yet, “I really am.”

Torrance grinned wide. “I knew you were, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Nellie gave her the side-eye as she took another drink. But she couldn’t deny it—she was excited to see Kyle again. This was the longest she’d been away from England since she’d won the RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Championship, and she and Kyle had never talked more. Texts, video calls coordinated around the time difference between Tokyo and London… a cheeky photo here and there. It wasn’t often that they didn’t send each other good morning and goodnight. And, terrifyingly, Nellie was starting to wonder if she wanted to tell everyone else to lose her number.

“So, are you gonna do more than just make out and cuddle with him this time?” Torrance asked.

Nellie sighed. “Why did I know you were gonna ask that?”

“Because you know you need to get dicked down,” Torrance returned. “Exorcise the ghost of Jay.”

Nellie laughed out loud. “Thanks, now I’m just thinking of Kyle’s dick like it’s some sort of holy instrument.”

“Maybe it is, you don’t know,” Torrance returned. “He could give you a religious experience.”

For the second time, Nellie nearly choked on her drink. “Anyway,” she segued once she’d recovered, “speaking of next weekend… are you gonna make it official with Will?”

Torrance went quiet and, when she didn’t answer after a few seconds, Nellie started to worry. But then she said, “Yeah, I think so.”

Nellie breathed out. “Thank God. You need to put Robbie out of his misery. I felt like I needed to take him out back and shoot him when you told him you weren’t going to the show tonight.”

“Well, I don’t know why he even asked!” Torrance proclaimed. “And I don’t know why he thinks there’s still a chance of there being anything between us, either.”

“Probably because he knows exactly how quickly you can change your mind.”

Torrance frowned at her. “Jeez, Nell, just come for my jugular.”

“I’m just being honest,” Nellie returned. “You know I thought you and Robbie would’ve been good for each other, but I also know neither of you could get out of your own way, so I don’t really blame you for jumping ship as soon as Will came along with clear intentions for what he wanted. But the sooner you make it crystal clear to Robbie that you’re with Will, the better.”

“I know, I will,” Torrance returned. “Actually, Will and I FaceTimed after I got home from training, and I almost wanted to say fuck it and make it official then. But I know I’d rather do it in person.” She drained the last of her drink and set the empty glass down on the table. “I don’t feel like going home yet,” she suddenly decided.

“I don’t either, actually,” Nellie agreed.

“Well, let’s go get a drink or two somewhere,” Torrance said. “We’re on a tag team run no one expected; we deserve to celebrate a little.”

“A little being the operative phrase,” Nellie stressed. “We need to be able to function tomorrow.”  

“I know,” Torrance assured. “Like I said—just a drink or two.”

* * * *

Nellie should have known a drink or two would turn into three or four, and before she knew it, it was after midnight. But she was beyond worrying about being able to function for tomorrow’s match. It was late afternoon in London, and halfway through her third drink, Nellie hadn’t been able to stop herself from texting Kyle anymore. And, as inebriated texts so often went, the more they texted, the more risqué the messages became.

This isn’t fair, Nell. I haven’t seen you in two months and you’re teasing me with a week still left until you’re here. It’s cruel and unusual punishment.

Nellie bit back a grin as she responded. Do I need to send you something to tide you over?

“How’s Kyle?” Torrance asked with a knowing smirk.

“Fine,” Nellie returned; no more, no less. But then her phone pinged again.

Are you implying there’s something to tide me over for?

Heat rose in Nellie’s core, and she considered just telling him yes. But there was no fun in that. Maybe if you’re good, she typed back.

Kyle’s reply was immediate and simple. Fuck, Nellie.

Nellie grinned across the table at Torrance. “Do you think I should tell him you said his dick might be a religious experience?”

“What?” Torrance coughed. Rather than explain, Nellie just showed her her phone. When she was done reading, she let out a loud burst of laughter. “That’s up to you. But maybe you should send him something to tide him over, because the poor boy clearly isn’t gonna make it another week.”

Nellie laughed; but she looked back down at her phone in thought .

“You’re going to, aren’t you?” Torrance guessed.

“Maybe?” Nellie admitted. She was surprised at herself. “Jesus, I’ve never sent anything like that to anyone I wasn’t in a relationship with, but Kyle has me acting strange.”

Torrance smirked. “Religious experience,” she reiterated. “But also—you’ve sent Zack nudes?”

“That’s your takeaway here?” Nellie laughed.

“Yes!” She gasped in realization. “Did he send them to you?”

“Seriously?”

“Well! It’s hard for me to imagine Zack sending dick pics.”

“Are you trying to?”

Torrance’s eyes widened. “Okay, I’ve been drinking. That’s my excuse.”

“Uh huh,” Nellie returned. “I’ll be sure to tell Will that you’ve brought up both Kyle and Zack’s dicks in conversation.”

“In relation to you!” Torrance defended.

Nellie grinned; but it morphed into a yawn. “Okay… I think I’m ready to head out. It’s almost one, and drinking any more would be a bad idea.”

“And you want to get home and send Kyle a little something.”

Nellie didn’t justify that with a response. “I’m gonna go pay my tab,” she said. She reopened her messages with Kyle as she walked to the bar.

We’re heading out now. FaceTime when I get home?

I’ll be impatiently waiting, Kyle replied.

“Nellie!”

She stopped in her tracks. The sound of that voice threw her; she hadn’t heard it in months. But she turned toward it and did her best to pull her face into a smile when her eyes met Riley’s at the other end of the bar.

“Fancy meeting you here!”

He pulled her into a hug that Nellie robotically returned. Under different circumstances, she wouldn’t have been at all nervous to see Riley. But this was the first time she’d seen him since she and Jay had broken up, and she knew it would only be a matter of time before they’d have to address the elephant in the room.

“Don’t you have a big tag match tomorrow?” he asked. “Well, later today, I guess.”

“Ishimori isn’t with you, is he?” Nellie blurted, and she didn’t fully realize she had until Riley looked at her funny. “Torrance is here, too,” she explained with a glance back at their table, but it was empty. Torrance must have gone to the bathroom.

“Ah,” Riley nodded in understanding. “No, he’s not. Robbie isn’t here, is he?”

Nellie blinked. The question was a stark reminder of just how estranged Torrance had become from most of Bullet Club. “No. He and Torr aren’t a thing anymore.” She just left it at that. Riley didn’t need to know anything else.

“Well, thank God for that,” he breathed. Nellie pursed her lips, but Riley had already moved on. “You want a drink? It’s been a while.”

“Oh,” she fidgeted and glanced at the bartender who’d walked over to them. “We’re actually heading out. Like you said—big tag match tomorrow.”

“Oh; yeah, of course,” Riley said. There was an audible note of disappointment in his voice, and it almost made Nellie decide to stay for just one more round. But then the bartender asked Riley what he wanted and took Nellie’s name to run her tab. It was an awkward few seconds before Riley spoke up again.

“Hey, I know this is late, but… as much as I love Jay, he’s a fucking idiot.”

There it was, like finally ripping off a Band-Aid. Nellie frowned at him. “It’s been three months, Riley. You don't need to try to make me feel better.”

“I know, but I haven’t seen you since you two broke up,” he pointed out. “Have you not talked to him at all?”

She shook her head. “Not really. He’ll like an Instagram photo every now and then and throw me completely off-guard, but that’s about it. Why? Has he said anything to you?”

She knew Riley had seen Jay—they’d taped multiple episodes of NJPW Strong together over the last month—and she couldn’t help but wonder. Had Jay asked about her? Had he seemed at all regretful, as confused and sad about how things had ended between them as she still sometimes felt during quiet nights alone in her bed? As much as she wanted to know, Nellie wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to be.

But Riley bobbled his head. “A little. I don’t know; I got the sense he felt awkward saying too much to me because he knows we’re close.”

Nellie laughed a bit at that. “Okay, but not closer than you and him are.”

“You don’t think so?” He sucked his teeth in disagreement. “I don’t know. I mean, we used to fuck.”

She snorted through her nose; but even though it was tactlessly made, he had a point. Nellie’s connection with Riley had always been special, in its own way. He’d been the first person to make her feel welcome when she’d left home to work for RevPro, nervous and alone and abroad for the first time. And yeah, at first maybe it had only been because he’d wanted to get in her pants, but they’d forged a genuine friendship—a friendship that might have been more, once upon a time. But Riley hadn’t been able to pull his head out of his ass, and so Nellie had moved on. And even though he’d acted cool about it, even a bit uncaring, when she’d started dating Jay a couple years later, Nellie had always gotten the sense that Riley was a bit wounded by their relationship, deep down. She knew some part of him still carried a torch for her. Some part of her still carried one for him, too. And then her lips tingled with the memory of something they shouldn’t have done, and she realized how close they were standing to each other, and the next words blurted out of her mouth like nervous vomit.

“I’ve sort of been talking to someone.”

Riley cocked his head at her, clearly surprised to hear it. “Who?”

Nellie hesitated. “Kyle Fletcher,” she mumbled. Riley didn’t hear her.

“Who?”

“Kyle Fletcher!” she loudly repeated—and Riley’s reaction was about what she expected.

“Kyle Fletcher?” His eyes practically bugged out of his head. “That twink Australian kid I used to live with? Isn’t he like, twenty?”

“Twenty-two,” Nellie firmly corrected. “He’ll be twenty-three next month. And he’s not a twink anymore, either.”

The bartender returned with Riley’s drink and her bill, and Nellie was grateful for the interruption. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut. Riley knew Kyle, really well—they’d lived together in England when they’d both moved there from opposite corners of the globe with a shared hope of making it in the business of pro wrestling. In fact, Nellie had first met Kyle not at RevPro, but during one of the occasions she’d spent the night with Riley. It made the current situation more than just a bit ironic.

“Man, you really like keeping it in my social circle, huh,” Riley commented.

“Oh fuck off, it’s not intentional,” she returned. “And it’s my social circle, too!”

“I know; I’m just giving you a hard time,” he said. “But it’s just a rebound, right?”

The question caught Nellie off-guard. She honestly hadn’t thought about whether Kyle was just a rebound or not. But the way Riley had asked—so assumptive, almost dismissive —made her feel suddenly defensive of Kyle. She almost wanted to tell him no, he’s not just a rebound.

“Why do you say it like that?” she returned.

Riley didn’t hesitate. “Because he’s twenty-two.”

Nellie rolled her eyes.

“I’m not judging!” he quickly added. “Do what you want with who you want, it’s none of my business. I just want you to be happy, Nell. I still don’t like that Zack broke up with you after you moved across the fucking world with him, and then Jay basically abandoned you. You deserve better than that. So, if Kyle’s making you happy, then by all means, fuck that twink’s brains out.”

“He’s not,” Nellie started to repeat, but she let it go with a sigh. “Thanks for the blessing though, I guess? I don’t know; I kind of figured you’d take Jay’s side. Not that there’s sides to take, but…”

She trailed off, leaving it at that. But Riley shook his head.

“No, I’m not taking sides. But for what it’s worth, if I had been in Jay’s position, you wouldn’t be talking to Kyle Fletcher right now.”

“Sorry, there was a line for the bathroom.” Torrance appeared not a moment too soon. She gave Riley a tight smile. “Hey; welcome back.”

“Hey; thanks,” he said. “Don’t worry, Ishimori isn’t here.”

Torrance’s brow puckered. “I wasn’t worried about it,” she dismissed. “We’re leaving, anyway.”

With that, she moved up to the bar on Nellie’s other side to ask for her bill. Nellie looked awkwardly back at Riley. She had to say something to cut the tension.

“So, first night of BOSJ… did you win your match?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “No. I tried to do the One Winged Angel, but Wato countered it and stole the pin.”

“What?” Nellie couldn’t help the way she laughed. “The One Winged Angel? Come on, Riley.”

“What?” he returned. “I was just trying to pay homage to one of Bullet Club’s best.”

Nellie just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She’d never really understood Riley’s antics. It was another reason she knew they wouldn’t have worked out as anything more than what they’d been.

“Ready?” Torrance came to stand next to her again. Nellie nodded.

“Yeah.” She looked back at Riley. “Well, good luck in the rest of the tournament. But maybe try sticking to your own moveset from now on?”

Riley rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

Nellie waved to him, and she and Torrance turned and left the bar. “What was that about?” Torrance asked as they pushed out the doors into the chilly autumn night.

“He tried to pull off the One Winged Angel,” Nellie explained.

“Ha!” she burst. “As if he could.”

* * * *

I’ll be home in five minutes, Nellie texted Kyle from the backseat of the Uber taking her home.

Okay :) Call when you get settled.

She smiled at the screen. Something about him using that style emoji warmed her heart.

The Uber pulled up to her apartment complex just over five minutes later, and she walked a little bit more quickly than normal, eager to get inside and settled. She rushed through her nighttime routine, too, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and applying her night cream before she changed into a soft pajama set and climbed into bed, phone in hand. She grabbed her charging cable and plugged it in, got comfortable, and called Kyle.

He picked up halfway through the second ring. His smile lit up her whole room even from thousands of miles away. It always did. “There’s my future tag team champion.”

Nellie grinned. “Don’t jinx it! We still have to win our block final before we even get to the tournament final.”

“I’m not jinxing anything!” he confidently proclaimed. “Next time I see you, you and Torr will be the number one contenders to the Goddesses of Stardom Championship. And I’m not just saying that to flatter you, by the way; I really believe it.”

Fuzzies warmed Nellie’s stomach. “Well, I am flattered, so thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Well, you’re a great wrestler, Nell, genuinely,” Kyle returned. “You wouldn’t be the Undisputed British Women’s Champion if you weren’t—a two-time Undisputed British Women’s Champion, might I add, and the only American to hold the belt. And I know you’ll successfully defend it at Uprising next week, and then when you and Torr win the Stardom tag titles, we’ll be double champions together and take over the world.”

She laughed. “Oh really? That’s not a prediction, it’s a spoiler, is it?”

“I’m manifesting it,” he confirmed. “And when it happens, you might as well just join United Empire.”

“There it is,” Nellie smirked.

“Well, there’d really be no reason for you not to join, would there?” he rhetorically asked. “I mean, you already look good in green.”

Her stomach fluttered again. “You make a compelling argument.”

A corner of Kyle’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll try to make it even more compelling next weekend.”

With that single statement the tone of their conversation shifted from being playful to something deeper. There was desire in the way Kyle had said it; Nellie could see it in his face, sense it through the screen. It emboldened her to be upfront with him about how she’d been feeling, even if it scared her.

“Can I be honest?” she asked.

“I hope you would be,” he returned.

“I wish you were here.”

It was silly how nervous she was to admit that to him. But it was true. Nellie hadn’t felt this sort of schoolgirl giddiness toward anyone since Zack. With Riley it had just been about sex; any deeper connection they could have fostered was stifled by his complete emotional ineptitude. Then with Jay, everything had been so fast, so hot and then suddenly so lukewarm. They’d been in thick of their honeymoon phase when Jay’s loss to Kota Ibushi at Wrestle Kingdom 15 had unexpectedly pushed him over the edge, and even though he and Nellie had come back even stronger from that brief interruption, Jay had left Japan again just three months later, and their relationship was just sort of snuffed out by uncertainty. But these two months getting to know Kyle in a new light had felt more balanced, steadier and more deliberate. And yeah, part of Nellie was ready to admit that she was curious to see where it could go. But another part of her still wanted to guard her heart.

Kyle’s smile put another chink in her armor, though. “I’ve wished I was there or you were here since I woke up next to you the morning after High Stakes.”

Nellie couldn’t help it—she laughed. “Do you just think up lines like that and put ‘em in your pocket to use on girls?”

“Excuse me,” he returned, mocking offense. “It wasn’t a line, thank you very much. But I can understand why you’d think that because of how incredibly smooth it was.”

Another laugh. “It was incredibly smooth; I’ll give you that.”

“But I mean it,” he earnestly added. “And in the interest of being honest, I was honestly a bit disappointed when you told me you and Torr would be competing in the Goddesses of Stardom tournament, because I knew it meant you wouldn’t be back in England for a while. But at the same time, I was happy because you two absolutely deserve this shot and all the recognition that comes with it. But that being said… next weekend cannot get here fast enough, because all I’ve been thinking about for the last week is seeing you again.”

A wide grin broke out over Nellie’s face; a giddy schoolgirl, a million butterflies. Kyle had her acting strange—but she was more than willing to go along for the ride.

“Same,” she told him. “Next weekend definitely can’t get here fast enough.”

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I’ll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense), Part 2

A “Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans” fic

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher x OFC (with a little bit of Will Ospreay x OFC) Word Count: 4,993 Warnings: Alcohol use, language, kink discussion (this one is 18+, folks!)

Two months of tension between Nellie and Kyle come to a head when she finally returns to London. (Part 2 of 3)

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Friday, November 19, 2021 London, England

We’re parked right out front.

No sooner had Nellie received the text than she stepped outside the airport terminal with Torrance and saw Kyle, standing next to a car parked at the curb. She picked up her pace, wheeling her suitcase behind her, and he smiled at her, wide as ever. When she reached him, she let her bag go and stood up on her toes to wrap both arms around his neck. Her feet left the ground as he picked her up in a warm hug.

“Welcome back,” he said. “I missed you.”

Nellie’s heart soared. “I missed you, too.”

He set her back down, and she was tempted to take his face in her hands and kiss him. But then she saw Will out of the corner of her eye and remembered they weren’t alone.

“How was the flight?” Will asked.

“Nerve-wracking,” Torrance returned. “I’m so happy to be back on the ground.”

“There was some turbulence on the connecting flight,” Nellie explained. “Nothing crazy, but yeah.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re safely here,” Will said. “But let’s get going; I’ve already had to argue with some prick trying to tell me I’ve sat here too long.”

They loaded their luggage into the trunk of his car and then all piled in, Torrance up front with Will, Kyle in the back with Nellie. Torrance had to scoot her seat all the way up to accommodate Kyle’s long legs, and as soon as they were all buckled up, they were off.

“Is Mark at the house?” Torrance asked. “I don’t know why I expected him to be here, too.”

“Probably because he and Kyle are a package deal,” Will commented. It made Kyle scoff.

“We are our own people, thank you very much,” he pointedly returned. “But Mark’s actually picking up takeaway for us. We kind of figured you two would be tired and hungry and just want to head straight back.”

“Yeah, I hope Chinese is alright,” Will added. “It was the easiest thing.”

“That sounds perfect, actually,” Torrance gratefully said.

“It does,” Nellie agreed. She smiled at Kyle. “Thank you; that was thoughtful.”

“Well, I’m a thoughtful person,” he smirked, and he reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, giving her a wink as he did. Nellie’s insides warmed. Two months had been too long.

* * * *

The drive back to Will’s house felt longer than it took, and by the time they arrived, Nellie and Torrance were both ready to crash. It was barely past 7 p.m. in London, but that meant it was after 3 a.m. in Tokyo, and they were exhausted from more than eighteen hours of travel. But Mark had timed picking up dinner just right, and they all sat in the living room and made tentative plans for the next day while they ate, and then it was off to bed—Torrance and Will to the master suite, Nellie and Kyle to his room. She’d decided it would be easiest—not to mention free—to just stay there for the night. As for the rest of the weekend, they’d discussed the possibility of getting a hotel room if they decided they needed more privacy.

“So, that’s the loo,” Kyle told her with a point at the door directly in front of them as he carried her suitcase up the stairs. “Mark and I share that one; Will has an ensuite.” They took a left at the landing. “That’s Mark’s room.” Another sharp left and they continued down the hall. “Towel closet… that’s the master. And this is mine.” He opened the door and stepped aside so she could go in first. It was on the smaller side, but it was tidy and his bed was made, which didn’t necessarily surprise her. But she wondered if he’d tidied up extra because he’d been expecting her.

“Sorry; Mark got the bigger spare because of seniority,” he apologized.

“No worries,” she assured him with a smile. “It’s cozy.”

He set her luggage down and pushed the door nearly closed. “Did you want to take a shower, or are you just gonna crash?”

“I was thinking I’d take a quick one,” she nodded. “Just to rinse off the airplane and everything.”

“Okay, I’ll get you a towel.” He went back out and returned a few seconds later with a fluffy gray towel. “I got you a washcloth, too, in case you need it,” he said, and he set them on the bed for her. “And if you need body wash, you’re more than welcome to use mine.”

“I have some, but thanks,” she grinned. It was cute, how he wanted to make sure she had everything she needed.

“Okay. Well, I’ll leave you to it, but…”

He trailed off, and then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Nellie melted into it, into him, curling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. She hadn’t forgotten how soft his lips were. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d craved the feel of them against hers again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the last two hours,” Kyle said as he pulled away.

Nellie tilted her mouth toward his. “So have I,” she breathed, and they kissed again.

“You sure you want me to leave you to shower?” he grinned against her lips.

She laughed. “Yes. Not tonight,” she said, and there was no need to elaborate on what she meant. He knew.

“I know,” he returned. Another kiss. “I’ll just be downstairs if you need anything.”

“Okay,” she said, and he left and closed the door behind him, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach, her lips tingling.

* * * *

The hot shower had made Nellie even more tired, and she’d drifted off to sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. But she’d felt Kyle climb into bed sometime later and wrap his arm around her, pulling her back against his chest, little spoon-big spoon. It had been a perfect fit, the way her body tucked into his. And when she woke up next to him that morning, she hadn’t felt so well-rested in weeks.

“Morning,” he smiled as he stretched awake. His hair was a messy mop atop his head. Nellie wanted to run her fingers through it.

“Morning,” she echoed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Mm… good. Really good, actually. I quite liked coming back to you in my bed.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Mhm. Getting you in my t-shirt is next.”

Nellie just smiled.

“C’mere.” He lifted his arm, and she snuggled up to him and laid her head on his bare chest, her hand sliding over his abdomen. She swore he’d gotten bigger since she’d seen him last. It made her think about how Riley had called him a twink when they’d run into each other at the bar—and how wrong he was.

“You know you snore?”

“What?” She lifted her head to look at him. He smirked.

“Not loud. But you definitely did. It was cute, actually.”

She laid her head back down. “I’m blaming the jet lag.”

He laughed. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

He rubbed circles on her shoulder, and Nellie closed her eyes, content. She felt like she could stay there all day.

“This is so ironic,” Kyle said.

“What is?”

“Well, I was just thinking about how the first time we met was because you’d stayed the night with Riley back when we lived together, and now you’re here with me.”

Nellie laughed lightly to herself. “I thought about that last week. Torr and I ran into him when we went out the night before the tag league final. I might have told him you and I have been talking.”

“What did he say?”

“He called you a twink.”

“What?” Kyle returned, audibly appalled. “Whatever, he’s obviously jealous for being a big fat loser.”

Nellie just laughed again.

“You know I had a crush on you then?” Kyle asked.

“You did?”

“Oh, big time,” he confirmed. “I remember this one time you were over, and I got up to go to the loo, and you were coming out of it right as I was trying to go in.”

“I remember that,” Nellie said.

“Yeah, you were only wearing a t-shirt. I might have filed that image away and used it for stress relief later, if you know what I mean.”

“Kyle!” Nellie gasped and picked up her head to look at him again.

“I’m just being honest,” he smirked. “Plus, I was only nineteen then.”

“Oh, God,” she winced. “Don’t tell me that.”

He laughed again, and then they heard both their phones chime in succession, Kyle’s from his nightstand, Nellie’s from on top of her suitcase. It must have been a message in the group chat.

“I bet that’s Will,” Kyle said as he reached for his phone. Nellie could see the screen as he unlocked it and opened the text. It was from Will.

We’re making breakfast so finish fucking and come downstairs.

Nellie laughed under her breath. “I guess there’s gonna be a lot of that this weekend.”

“What—us fucking or them teasing us about it?”

He looked at her as if it were a genuine question. She smirked. “Yes.”

Kyle grinned. “Alright. Touché, Nellie, touché,” he returned, and Nellie kissed his cheek and got out of bed.

“Come on, I’m hungry.”

* * * *

The plan had been to do something as a group that day, but no one was really surprised when Will said over breakfast that he and Torrance wanted to go off on their own to do some sightseeing around London. However, they all agreed to get back together that evening for “one of our famous United Empire dinners,” as Will had put it.

“But Torr and I aren’t in United Empire,” Nellie had said.

“Yet,” Kyle and Will had simultaneously returned.

But just because Will and Torrance were doing their own thing didn’t mean that the rest of them had to change their plans, and so later that morning, Nellie, Kyle, and Mark all got ready and headed out to an indoor adult mini golf course to meet up with Francesco Akira, who was also in town for the RevPro show the next night. Neither Nellie nor Torrance had met Francesco, but the guys had all been talking him up all morning—they swore they would both love him.

“So, how long have you known him?” Nellie asked as they arrived.

“Not long. Like a month-and-a-half, maybe?” Mark said with a questioning look at Kyle, who nodded.

“Yeah; his first RevPro show was one of the ones last month where we had the singles matches. But we all clicked straightaway. I think Will wants him to get a bit more experience and then we’ll probably get him to join UE.”

“A bit more experience?” Nellie curiously returned. “How long has he been wrestling?”

“Only since the start of this year. Mostly in Japan for AJPW, actually. You two might have crossed paths and not even realized it.”

“There he is,” Mark said, and Nellie looked over to see a young man with red hair standing near the ticket counter.

“Hey.” Francesco smiled as they walked over, and Mark and Kyle both greeted him with friendly bro-hugs before Kyle introduced Nellie.

“Francesco, Nellie; Nellie, Francesco.”

“Hi,” Nellie waved.

“Ciao bella,” he returned, and the next thing she knew he leaned in and gave her two air kisses, one on each cheek. “Finally I get to meet the RevPro Women’s Champion. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh,” she smiled, a bit flustered by the whole display. She hadn’t expected the cheek kisses, but maybe she should have—they had said he was Italian. “Only good things, I hope,” she said with a glance up at Kyle.

“Yes, but I don’t think Kyle did you justice.”

“Alright, you’re charming and Italian, she gets it,” Kyle interjected, and he put a hand on the small of Nellie’s back. She grinned slyly up at him. Was he getting jealous? “So, which course do you think we should do?” he asked no one in particular.

Mark shrugged. “We’re not pressed for time. We could probably do both if we wanted.”

They got in line. Nellie had planned to pay for herself, but Kyle bought her game for her and genially told the cashier not to listen to her when she tried to pay instead. “Fine, but I’m getting the next one,” she told him. Then they picked out their clubs and balls—bright purple and neon pink for Nellie, lime green and electric blue for Kyle—and stepped aside to wait for Francesco and Mark.

“Francesco seems nice,” Nellie said. “You’re right, I think he would fit right in with UE.”

“I don’t know, I’m having second thoughts about it now,” Kyle said. She grinned at him.

“Don’t worry; he’s not my type. Will might want to think twice about introducing him to Torrance, though.”

His brow furrowed in surprise. “I thought Torr was into older guys; Francesco’s the same age as I am.”

“She is. But she also has a soft spot for gingers.”

“Hey, what color are your balls?” Mark suddenly called over, presumably so he and Francesco wouldn’t get the same colors as them. They both held up their golf balls to show him.

“Blue,” Kyle said.

Mark shook his head. “That’s not nice, Nell.”

Kyle laughed. Nellie pursed her lips. “That’s two,” she muttered. She wondered how high the count would get.

* * * *

They ended up playing both mini golf courses, and while Nellie’s competitiveness normally would have made her a sore loser, she was too entertained by Kyle and Francesco competing with each other to be bothered by how awful she was. Francesco had handily won the first course, much to Kyle’s annoyance, and during the second Mark took to doing commentary during Kyle’s turns, which only frustrated him more. But the second game was much closer than the first, and Kyle ended up winning by the skin of his teeth. He might have won the Master’s with the way he’d celebrated.

Afterward, they all got a bite to eat, and when Mark invited Francesco to come out with them later that night, Francesco asked Nellie if she’d be there. She laughed and said she would, and then Kyle told him Torrance would be there, too—“You’ll like her.”

“Yeah, but she’s with Will,” Mark purposefully noted, which earned him a pointed glare from Kyle. Nellie just laughed again and put her hand on Kyle’s knee under the table. They were intentionally messing with him.

By the time they got back to the house it was after 3 p.m., and Nellie’s jet lag was catching up with her; it was nearing midnight in Tokyo. “I might need a nap if I’m gonna make it through this United Empire dinner tonight,” she said as she and Kyle went into his bedroom; and as soon as she saw his bed, she knew that was exactly what she needed. She toed off her shoes and climbed under the covers, still in all her clothes.

“You’re gonna sleep in your jeans?” Kyle asked in amusement.

She looked up at him—and then she reached under the blanket and undid her jeans, lifting her hips so she could push them off. When they were removed, she pulled them out and dropped them on the floor beside his bed.

“No,” she purred. Kyle’s eyes darkened.

“You really are gonna give me blue balls, you know that?”

“Am I?” she teased. “That’s not good. Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Maybe we should,” he said, and he joined her on the bed and kissed her. Nellie slid her hands to the back of his neck and into his hair, opening her mouth to him, relishing the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the feel of his arms, his shoulders, his chest. He moved his lips to her neck, and then he slipped his hand under the blanket, brushing his fingers over her skin. Nellie hummed in consent and maneuvered to give him better access. She wanted him to push his fingers inside her and make her cum, use his tongue, she wanted to feel him. They’d waited long enough.

But then they heard voices and footsteps coming up the stairs, loud and close. Kyle hadn’t closed his door all the way. He barely managed to shift from on top of Nellie before Will poked his head into the room.

“Close the door if you’re gonna do that!” he proclaimed, and then Torrance’s head appeared in the doorway, too. Nellie’s face burned hot.

“Why are you looking?” Kyle fired back.

“I can see right into your room going into mine, dickhead!” Will said, and he grabbed the doorknob and pulled Kyle’s door closed.

Nellie curled her lips into her mouth and looked up at the ceiling. The mood was sufficiently ruined.

“Sorry,” Kyle sighed and flopped back onto the pillows. “I should have closed the bloody door.”

“It’s okay,” she returned. “Now probably wouldn’t have been the best time, anyway.”

He smirked. “You were ready to go, though.”

She playfully rolled her eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”

His brow furrowed. “Isn’t that the goal?”

Nellie sent him a look. His grin widened. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you,” she said as she closed her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he returned. “I’ll help you figure it out later.”

* * * *

More than five hours later, Nellie was still waiting for the opportunity to figure out what to do with Kyle—and she was starting to feel like she was the one with blue balls, or whatever the female equivalent was.

It probably didn’t help that she hadn’t had sex or even been intimately touched by someone other than herself in five months, but just sitting next to Kyle at dinner had her aching. Every time he looked at her felt like a prelude to the inevitable, and she was growing impatient. And when he put his hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze, it was a struggle for her not to physically alert the rest of the table exactly what she was feeling.

“Nellie, you look a bit flustered over there, are you alright?” Torrance asked with a knowing grin over her drink. Nellie sent her a subtle glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” she said with a sip of her own drink. She needed it, especially with the way she could see Kyle grinning out of the corner of her eye.

“So I understand Francesco wiped the floor with you lot at mini golf?” Will asked. Nellie breathed out, grateful for the change of subject.

“He did not,” Kyle immediately objected.

“He did, actually,” Mark stated.

“Maybe he did you and Nell, but I won the second game.”

“I let you win,” Francesco piped up. “I felt bad; you were clearly trying to impress Nellie.”

Will, Mark, and Torrance all burst out in shocked laughter at the unexpected dig, while Nellie tried not to laugh. But Kyle took it in stride.

“I don’t know why you think that’s an insult; of course I was trying to impress her. You weren’t?” he turned it back on Francesco and threw Nellie a wink. It didn’t help her situation.

“Well, I don’t need to try when it comes so effortless,” Francesco parried.

Kyle widened his eyes at Will. “Do you hear this shit?” he asked with a point at Francesco. “The whole time with this.”

“I don’t know, sounds to me like he fits right in with you guys,” Torrance commented.

“That’s what I said!” Nellie agreed. “But joke's on you both, actually, because I was most impressed with Mark’s commentary, anyway.”

Mark held up his glass to Nellie, and she clinked hers against it in cheers. Kyle’s mouth dropped.

“That hurts, Nell. My best fucking friend,” he dramatically intoned. But his hand was still on her thigh under the table. There was no doubt who she really stood by.

“Man, I kinda wish we’d gone to mini golf now,” Torrance said with a bit of a frown at Will. “I feel left out.”

“You should have come,” Francesco agreed. “Will got me all excited to meet you and then kept you for himself.”

Torrance gave him a smile, and then she looked at Will. “I like him. I’ll join United Empire if he does.”

Will blinked at her. “Sorry?”

“See what I mean?!” Kyle jumped.

“Yeah,” Will pursed his lips and gave Francesco a sidelong glance. “We’ll have to keep an eye on him. He’s too endearing.”

Dinner continued with more jokes, stolen glances, and discreet touches, and by the time they paid the bill, Nellie had half a mind to suggest to Kyle that they skip going out and just head back to the house. But her reticence to make it glaringly obvious to everyone that she wanted to fuck his brains out kept her from saying anything. Torrance was already on to her, and Nellie was pretty sure that she and Will had some sort of bet going after nearly catching them in Kyle’s bedroom that afternoon, which she was still a bit embarrassed about. She was twenty-nine, for God’s sake, not nineteen; she craved a bit more romance than getting it in the best they could in a house full of roommates. That might have been fine three years ago with Riley, but Nellie wanted more with Kyle, and especially for their first time.

As for why she wanted more with him—that was something to revisit when she hadn’t been drinking.

“You want your usual?” Kyle asked her. They’d arrived at a club that Torrance had picked, and the girls claimed a table while the guys went to get the drinks.

“You know my usual?” Nellie returned in surprise.

He scoffed. “Of course I do,” he confidently said, and he started toward the bar. He’d barely taken two steps away before Torrance grinned at her.

“So. Tonight’s the night?”

Nellie gave her a deadpan look. “Are you asking because you care or because you’re trying to win a bet?”

Torrance paused. “Both,” she admitted.

Nellie laughed; at least she was honest about it. “I don’t know. It might not be the night if we can’t get a hotel room. This tension’s been building for two months; I don’t think I want to release it with you and Will on the other side of the wall.”

“No need,” Torrance unexpectedly returned. “Will and I got a hotel room.”

“What?” That was news to Nellie. Torrance nodded.

“Yeah, while we were out today. I decided I wanted a bit more privacy tonight. You know, since we made things official.”

Nellie’s eyebrows arched. She’d dropped that information so casually that she wasn’t entirely sure if Torrance was joking. But the grin that worked its way onto her friend’s face said it all.

“Seriously?!” Nellie pulled her into a hug. “I was wondering. Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I am,” Torrance genuinely returned. “He’s already trying to get me to go out with him for his match tomorrow night, but I told him if I’m going out with anyone, it’s with my tag team partner.”

“Ha! I’m sure he loved that.”

“But back to my point,” Torrance pivoted. “You don’t need to get a hotel room. Not unless you’re worried about being so loud that Mark hears you at the other end of the hall.”

Nellie bit back a smirk. “I mean, it’s not that big of a house. And according to you, Kyle’s dick might be a religious experience.”

“What did you just say?”

Will suddenly returned with Francesco in tow, drinks in their hands. Nellie felt her stomach freefall for a second; but Kyle and Mark were still at the bar.

“Don’t worry about it,” Torrance told him as she took her drink from him. And thankfully, Will just let it go.

* * * *

Some time and a few more drinks later, Nellie was starting to care less and less if anyone would notice if she and Kyle just disappeared. The very air between them felt electric and loaded, and she purposefully avoided the dance floor out of worry that she wouldn’t be able to contain herself if Kyle touched her a certain way. No—the game parlor was a much safer option, and so they, Mark, and Francesco had gone off to play a couple rounds of shuffleboard (Francesco had tried to coax Torrance into coming along to “make up for mini golf,” but Will had pulled her to the dance floor).

Except, the game parlor hadn’t been much safer of an option, after all. Just brushing against Kyle shot tingles up Nellie’s spine, and when he unexpectedly and affectionately called her “babe” after she’d botched a turn, it made her dizzy. By the time the game was over, she legitimately needed water, and they headed back to the table while Francesco and Mark went to the bar. Torrance and Will were still dancing. They were alone.

He put his hand on her leg again and leaned into her ear. “I feel like I need to apologize; I didn’t mean to call you ‘babe’ back there. It just slipped out.”

Nellie shook her head. “No, don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”

Kyle grinned. “Good, because I didn’t mind calling you it.”

Tingles. Nellie arched her back in her seat. And she was almost certain Kyle knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Well, if you like that,” he added. “What else do you like?”

Nellie’s mouth went dry. “What do you mean?” she asked. But she knew damn well what he meant.

“I mean… what’re you into?”

The husk in his voice required no clarification. “Oh, so you want to talk about that, huh?” she knowingly returned.

“Well, yeah,” Kyle said. “You’ve been teasing me for two whole months, Nell. Now that I’ve got my chance, the last thing I’m gonna do is go in unprepared.”

Nellie bit her lip as she looked into his eyes. She was both impressed and extremely turned on at his eagerness to please—and she was more than willing to inform him.

“Okay, well… for starters, I like a man who takes charge.”

Kyle smirked. “So, you’re submissive.”

“More often than not,” she said. “Sometimes the mood strikes to be the one in control. But most of the time… I like to be told what to do.”

She looked at him, gauging his reaction. It was obvious he wasn’t disappointed.

“Okay. So, follow-up question: are you into BDSM?”

Nellie shook her head at that. “No. I'm fine with basic wrist restraints, but that’s something else I really have to be in the mood for. I like to be able to touch. Like… I want to be able to grab your hair when you’re going down on me.”

Kyle paused. He clearly hadn’t expected that to come out of her mouth. But again, he wasn’t disappointed.

“What about if I pull your hair?” he asked.

“Mm,” Nellie hummed and nodded in approval. “I like a little spanking, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm. And if you do this,” she took his hand and put it at her throat; it was large, and his fingers easily encircled her neck, “and just give it a little bit of pressure… I might call you ‘daddy’ when I cum.”

Kyle swallowed. It was another few seconds before he pulled his hand from her neck. “Well, I definitely can’t get up from the table right now.”

“Okay, either I’m way more drunk than I feel, or you just had her by the throat.”

Torrance and Will seemed to appear out of thin air in front of them. People really needed to stop doing that tonight.

“Fucking what?” Will laugh-sputtered with a wide-eyed look at Kyle. But, for possibly the first time in his life, Kyle didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, Nellie had enough Dutch courage going that she wasn’t embarrassed. “Don’t worry; I put his hand there,” she slyly returned. It left them speechless. “Do you want anything?” she asked Kyle as she slid out of the booth.

“Water,” he said, making a drinking motion with his hand. “I need water.”

* * * *

It wasn’t long after that they all decided to call it a night; they had to wrestle tomorrow, after all. And everyone was so distracted by learning that Torrance and Will were going to a hotel because they’d made their relationship official that they forgot all about the tension between Nellie and Kyle. And if Mark noticed it on the Uber ride back to the house, he at least had the decency not to draw any attention to it. Nellie would try to return the favor once she and Kyle got back to his room.

And they couldn’t get back fast enough.

They moved as one, lips locked, hands grabbing and pulling, bodies close—until Kyle abruptly pushed her back onto his bed. Nellie landed with a soft bounce atop the comforter and watched as he made a point to shut the door, and then he pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside. She purred in the back of her throat; she needed him in her mouth. She reached urgently forward and grabbed at the waistband of his jeans—but she only managed to unfasten the button before Kyle pushed her hands away.

“No,” he said, quiet but firm. “You first.”

Heat surged through Nellie’s body. So he had paid attention when she’d told him what she liked.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. And she didn’t hesitate to do as she was told.

#kyle fletcher fanfiction #will ospreay fanfiction #united empire fanfiction

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From the Vault: TMHWMP Deleted Scenes

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher/OFC & Will Ospreay/OFC Word Count: 2,467 Warnings: Some language, a little angst, a lotta feels

Below the cut are two scenes from what was, at one point in time, the planned ending to TMHWMP and Nellie and Torrance’s overall story. As you can see from the word count, it's a whole ass fic, so I decided to go ahead and post it because I worked hard on it and I think y'all will enjoy seeing what had once been in store.

THAT BEING SAID: This is NOT an alternative ending‼️ It's simply an exclusive look at what I'd had planned once upon a time before certain... events happened 🤭 And sorry, I couldn't help the "from the vault" reference.

Anyway, enjoy! And as always, feel free to yell at me after 😁

* * * *

“Relax, Nell, I can feel how bloody tense you are,” Zack said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Nellie breathed, relaxing her shoulders; they had been tense. “It’s not you, I swear. This is actually a nice interlude.”

He smiled at her, his eyes soft. “You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”

She breathed a laugh. “Don’t, I’m gonna tense up again,” she joked. “But you look good, too. I see you’re actually wearing socks and pants that are long enough, for once.”

“Oh, piss off,” he smirked. “Toni said the same fucking thing.”

Nellie smiled, and they fell into comfortable silence, swaying in a circle to the music on their corner of the dance floor. It really was a nice interlude, dancing with Zack. She and him were uncomplicated. They knew where they stood, what their relationship was; there wasn’t anything to sort out. She could rest in that, for at least as long as the dance lasted.

“So, I did really want to dance with you, because I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve actually seen you,” Zack started. “But I also wanted to tell you something.”

Nellie looked back up at him. “What’s that?”

“Kyle’s good for you.”

Had he not been leading she might have lost her footing. Of everything he could have said, she hadn’t expected that.

“Genuinely,” he went on. “You’ve been happier since you started spending time with him, the happiest I’ve seen you in years. You deserve that, Nell. You deserve this. And I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.”

Nellie’s brow furrowed. She hadn’t expected that, either. “You made me happy, Zack.”

He scoffed. “Before I became a prick, maybe.”

She sent him a look, but he had more to say.

“No, I made you happy for a time. I know I did. But as much as you tried to tell me you were okay with just being in a committed relationship and not having a ring or a marriage certificate or any of that, I know deep down you weren’t. And you shouldn’t have to sacrifice that for anyone.”

Appreciation swelled in Nellie’s chest. They’d talked about that at length, how they wanted different things out of life, but Zack had never really validated her feelings toward it all. And he was right: as much as she’d tried to tell herself she’d be okay with just being with him, she hadn’t been, deep down. She saw that now.

“Thank you for saying that,” she said. “Really.”

“Well, it was long overdue,” he returned. “And I’m not trying to correlate that to you and Kyle or jump to any grand conclusions but… I’m pretty sure the poor sod’s in love with you.”

That time Nellie did stumble. “What?” An awkward laugh bubbled out of her throat. “What could possibly make you think that?”

“The way he looks at you,” Zack said. “He almost never took his eyes off you during the ceremony. And trust me—I recognized the look on his face.”

* * * *

“Excuse me for a second,” Nellie said with a tight smile, and she turned away from them and walked quickly out of the reception hall. She needed air.

She pushed out through a set of double doors that led to a terrace overlooking the garden and came to a stop against the banister. The cement was cool and damp from the rain underneath her hands, and she focused on it and breathed in deep through her nose, out through her mouth. The tightness in her chest eased. She’d been on the verge of a panic attack. She felt like a fool.

“Nell?”

She turned around. Mark came up the steps on the other side of the terrace, and she quickly composed herself. But she was grateful for the dark.

“Hey. Where are you coming from?” she curiously asked.

“Oh,” he jingled the car keys in his hand. “Will asked me to run some things to his car. I think he and Torr are trying to make a speedy getaway.”

Nellie breathed a laugh. “Can’t say I blame them.”

“What’re you doing out here in the dark?”

She hesitated. Running away from my feelings, she thought. But instead she said, “I just needed a minute. It’s a bit overwhelming in there.”

She looked away, back out over the garden, guilty for even saying that. Tonight was Torrance and Will's night. She didn’t want to make any single moment of it about her.

“Do you want to be alone or would you like some company?”

Nellie breathed out. “Yes?” she confusingly returned.

Mark smirked. “Been there.”

He joined her in looking out over the garden. They could still hear the music from inside the house, and it switched from fast-paced and upbeat to something slow and romantic. Nellie imagined Jay asking that girl to dance, taking her by the hand and leading her to the floor. Her chest tightened again.

“Can I ask you something?” she suddenly said.

“Shoot,” Mark returned.

“Is it… off-putting that I’ve slept with four guys at this wedding, all of whom are literally inside the reception hall right now? Like, from a guy’s perspective.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t bear to look at him. Truthfully, she was a bit embarrassed. It was an embarrassing thing to voice aloud, even if Mark had already been aware that nearly every guy she’d ever been involved with was present at the wedding, and she was sure he was aware. She didn’t doubt that all their friends and colleagues were aware, too. But Nellie didn’t care what any of them thought about it, or her. The only opinion that mattered was Kyle's. And no one knew him better than Mark.

“It’s a bit intimidating,” Mark honestly answered. “But it’s hardly off-putting, especially in this business. It’s so insular; everyone dates and sleeps with everyone.”

Nellie looked hopefully at him.

“But I’m guessing what you’re really asking is if Kyle finds it off-putting.”

She worried at her lip again. “Yeah.”

Mark shook his head. “No, he doesn’t. He is in his head a bit about it, though.”

Nellie frowned. “So am I,” she quietly admitted.

“Then talk to him about it,” Mark advised. “I’m sure he wants to talk with you about it.”

“You are?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Nellie looked down at her hands on the banister. “I know we need to talk. But I’m honestly afraid what the outcome of that conversation might be.”

“I promise you he is too,” Mark said.

Nellie’s frown deepened. She didn’t know if that was a comfort or not.

Mark could tell. “I know you’re worried about it,” he said. “And I know things have been sort of touch-and-go between you and Kyle. But for what it’s worth, for as long as I’ve known him, he’s never been the type to just hook-up with people. He wants to be with someone—and he likes you, Nell. A lot. He watches every single one of your matches live.”

She turned to him in surprise. “He does?”

He nodded again. “Sets an alarm and everything.”

Nellie’s heart swelled and tears stung the back of her eyes. Kyle was, hands down, the most caring, thoughtful, genuine guy she’d ever been with, and he didn’t do the things he did expecting anything in return. He just did it out of the goodness of his heart, because that’s just who he was. And she’d been looking over her shoulder at her past heartaches while he’d been waking up in the middle of the night to watch her wrestle.

“I’m such an asshole,” she breathed.

“Hey,” Mark squeezed her arm. “You’re not.”

“Hey.”

They both looked over their shoulders. Kyle stood in the doorway that led back inside, his suit jacket in his hand. His eyes met Nellie’s, and then Mark’s. She saw something pass between them, silent and understanding.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Mark said. His hand fell from Nellie’s arm, and he clasped Kyle on the shoulder as he walked past him through the door. It shut behind him, and then Nellie and Kyle were alone.

“Hey,” she said to him.

“Hey,” he echoed. He walked toward her. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you since the ceremony.”

Nellie sighed apologetically. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been pulled in a million different directions between maid of honor duties and everyone wanting to talk to me.”

Kyle nodded. “I know. But I, um. I saw you come out here and you seemed kind of upset, so I just thought I’d come check on you. But if you want to be alone I can—”

“No,” she quickly cut him off. “No. I’m glad you’re here.”

He gave her a smile, a bit relieved. “Are you cold?” He held up his suit jacket.

“A little, yeah,” she nodded, and he crossed the rest of the distance between them and placed the jacket around her shoulders. It practically swallowed her. It smelled like his cologne. She looked up at him.

“Can we talk?”

Kyle nodded again, nervously that time, although he did his best to hide it. “I was hoping we would.”

Nellie leaned back against the banister to take some of the weight off her aching feet. She thought about how to start, but she didn’t want to overthink it or try to talk around what she was feeling. She wanted to be honest; needed to be. Kyle didn’t deserve anything less.

“The reason I seemed upset and came out here is because I saw Jay talking with some girl in there, and it stung,” she said. “And I hadn’t expected it to sting, and it threw me off, and then I saw you and felt guilty for feeling hurt about Jay, and the hurt and guilt together were confusing and overwhelming, and I had to get out of there. And then I started thinking about how literally every guy I’ve been with in the last five years is here at this wedding, and that made me feel gross, and I started to wonder if maybe you thought it was gross, too. And I’m sorry, I’m genuinely so sorry that they’re all here and I’ve danced with Zack and fucking felt hurt about Jay talking to some girl, but haven’t given you a moment until now.”

She finally stopped, drawing in a shaky breath. It had all just come out like word vomit, helped out of her mouth by the alcohol in her bloodstream. Except now that it was out, she didn’t feel any better. She felt like she might actually be sick.

“Okay. First of all, it’s not gross,” Kyle firmly stated. “It’s a unique situation, for sure, but it’s not gross, and you’re not gross. You’re a fucking smokeshow, Nell, and I’m willing to bet that every straight and bisexual male at this wedding outside of Will wants to take you home.”

Nellie laughed lightly at that.

“And second of all,” he went on, “you don’t have to apologize or feel guilty for feeling hurt about Jay. You’re allowed to feel however you want.”

Nellie gripped the lapels of his suit jacket. Her voice came out small. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kyle paused at that. “Do you think you will?”

It threw her for a second that he’d asked that, but she didn’t hesitate to shake her head. “No. I mean, I hope not. I would never intentionally hurt you. But… I’m scared, Kyle. Okay? I’m scared, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. And sometimes, I just take that for what it is and let it be, separate from anything else. But other times? Other times, I completely overthink it. I overthink the fact that we live on different continents and I have a fifty-fifty track record with long-distance relationships. I overthink how I want this,” she gestured to the building. “How I want to get married, and probably have kids, but I’m not getting any younger and I worry that our age difference will matter in the long run because of those things. And then I fucking see Jay, who at one point I genuinely hoped I would marry, and it hurts, and it makes me question fucking everything. And now you’re here, and I’m trying so hard to just focus on how you make me feel, because that’s what matters. But I’m scared of getting hurt, Kyle. I am.”

At some point tears had welled in her eyes and spilled over, and she reached up and wiped them away from her cheeks. She’d articulated it the best she could in that moment, and maybe it had come out in a jumbled mess, but it was out now, all of it. For better or worse.

Kyle’s gaze softened. “All I want is to make you happy, Nell.”

Nellie sighed. Of course he would say that—he was the most selfless person she knew. “Okay, but—”

“No, listen,” he gently interrupted. “I understand why you’re scared. But now that I’ve heard all that, I’m not as a scared as I was.”

Her brow knitted together. “You’re not?”

He shook his head. “No. Because those things you just told me you’re scared about? I know they’re not anything to worry about. I want the same things you do, Nell. I want what Will and Torrance have. I want to get married, and I want to be a dad, when the time is right. And the right time could be six months or two years from now, I don’t know. And as for living on different continents, you know I’m moving back to Sydney soon, and that’s a hell of a lot closer to Tokyo than London is. And I won’t wait until I have work in Japan to come see you, either, because our relationship wouldn’t just exist when our schedules match up. If I’m with you, then I’m with you, no matter where we are. I’d smuggle myself into the fucking country to see you, if I had to—”

Nellie cut him off with a kiss. His suit jacket fell from her shoulders to the ground as she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled his lips down onto hers, and he grabbed her hips and drew her against him, and everything else melted away. Her confusion, her worries, her fears. She was still scared; it was only natural, with an emotion as big as what she felt. But she knew Kyle would face it all with her. And when they finally broke apart and she looked up at him, she knew something else, too.

“I love you.”

Kyle’s smile nearly split his face in two. “I love you, too.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely, I love you,” he said, and he kissed her.

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This seems like a good time to say that if you haven't read part 2 of my Kyle Fletcher fic, you can find it here :)

And if you want to read part 1 or any of my other fics you can find those here or on my AO3 :)

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― Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans

Multiple OFC Pairings Rated M | Active

Synopsis ⇁ A series chronicling the life and loves of my OFC Nellie Keegan as she climbs the ranks in World Wonder Ring Stardom and beyond.

Series ⇁ Timeline of Events (not up-to-date; update forthcoming) » August 2020: Knights and Kings (ZSJ x OFC) » September 2021: Empty Rooms (Kyle Fletcher x OFC) » November 2021: I’ll Be Honest (Looking at You Got Me Thinking Nonsense) (Kyle Fletcher x OFC) ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (complete) » Early 2023: Hit Me Like “Bang” and Now I’m Never Looking Back (David Finlay x OFC) ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2 (complete) » September 2023 standalone scene

Non-Canon Stuff ⇁ » From the Vault: Deleted Scenes (Kyle Fletcher x OFC) » Cowboy Hat (Clark Connors x OFC) (explicit; locked on AO3) » On Purpose (Clark Connors x OFC) (explicit; locked on AO3)

Other Stuff ⇁ » Quick and dirty explainer on the fate of all Nellie’s relationships (spoilers!) » #TMHWMP Ficverse worldbuilding » Instagram edits » Percht commissioned art of Nellie & Torrance » tendermiri commissioned art of Nellie & Torrance

― The Man in the Blindfold

PAC x Reader x Malakai Black Magic AU | Rated M | Active

Synopsis ⇁ Strange things start to happen in her dreams one night. But she finds that reality might be even stranger.

Contents ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2

― Murky Waters

David Finlay x OFC Jay White x OFC Horror AU | Rated E | Active

Synopsis ⇁ Six friends set out for a weekend getaway at a secluded―and allegedly haunted―mountain lake house. But should they be more afraid of the living than the dead?

Contents ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

― Best Two Out of Three

Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson co-written with @hotyeehawman​ Rated M | Complete

Synopsis ⇁ Callie is in The Elite; Alex is in Best Friends. Callie is dating Adam; Adam is best friends with Alex. Callie hates Alex. And Alex is just trying to figure her shit out, already.

Contents ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26

Series One-Shots, Etc. ⇁ » “Bar Bingo” (Trent x OFC) » BTOOT Trent x Alex supercut » “First Impressions, Second Chances” (crossover prequel fic co-written with @statdaddy​​ - discontinued)

Other Stuff ⇁ » Alex & Callie aesthetic boards

― Know You Better Now (BTOOT sequel)

Kenny Omega x OFC x Trent Beretta Rated M | Discontinued

Synopsis ⇁ Nearly nine months have passed since Alex’s freak shoulder injury, and she’s still not cleared for action. But while Kenny has been a source of strength for her throughout her recovery, all her other relationships are in shambles—and she’s finding it harder and harder to reconcile the Kenny she knows behind closed doors with his persona as the “Belt Collector.”

Contents ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2

Conclusion Fic ⇁ “Not Too Late” (Trent x OFC) ― Trent makes an unexpected return to AEW Dynamite in his hometown, and Alex learns that maybe there’s something left to salvage of her friendships, after all. ⇁ Part 1 | Part 2

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