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sweet tooth

characters/wrestlers included: you (y/n), pete dunne, trent seven, tyler bate

warnings: none only that this is really cheesey and makes 0 sense

disclaimer: this makes no sense, has no plot and i basically took 3 random wrestlers, clumped them together and totally erased their actual personalities im a terrible person FORGIVE me please

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"No wonder you're always so tired," said Tyler as he plucked the box out of Y/N's lap, "You don't even eat real food." His voice was lighthearted, but his eyes glared at the bright box in his hands with disdain. Turning the box over in his hand, his gaze scanned over the ingredients and he shook his head while smoothing down his mustache. "Peeps?" said Tyler, squinting at the box.

"This is just pure sugar," he added, stepping in front of the girl who was seated on the edge of the ring, "You know that, right?" He looked at her with suspicious eyes, studying her as she ate her candy.

Y/N looked at him, chewing boredly as she watched the young man squat down in front of her. "Yes, but they're good." She raised her eyebrows, plucking another Peep out of the box that Tyler held. 

He shook his head again and ran his hand through his hair. "If you're going to be a wrestler, you can't always eat candy."

Offended, Y/N snatched the box out of his hands and reached inside to grab another marshmallow, but Tyler swatted at her hand and tugged the box out of her grip. Looking down at the young man with furrowed eyebrows, Y/N slid off the edge of the ring and lunged at him.

"Gonna have to be faster than that, sweetheart," huffed Tyler as he easily avoided her and grabbed her by the waist, "I'm not even that fast and I was able to avoid you." Y/N scrambled against his grip, but he held her from behind, his strength massively overpowering hers.

"Put me down," said Y/N weakly after a few seconds of struggling, sighing as much as she could with Tyler's iron grip around her waist. She bit down on the Peep in her mouth, thankful for the sugar to counteract her rising annoyance.

Slowly, he began to loosen his grip on her. She had just begun to step away when Tyler spun her around and dipped down, throwing her easily over his shoulder as he squatted down to pick up the box of Peeps.

"Tyler," protested Y/N as she began thrashing in his grip, voice muffled from the Peep in her mouth, "Put me down! And don't you dare even think about–"

He was approaching the trash can.

"Tyler! Don't you dare!"

He raised the box in the air and hovered it over the trash can.

"No! Tyler! Don't you–"

"I apologize," said Tyler as he plucked the Peep from her mouth and tossed both the candy and box into the trash can. He marched away from the can, Y/N's eyes wide as she watched it grow smaller and smaller in the distance as he carried her toward the ring, "I couldn't let you eat any more of that garbage. You'll never–"

Y/N smacked Tyler's head and began thrashing again. "I hate you," she huffed childishly, "I hate you, you know that?"

He easily held her in place on his shoulder, smiling gently at her futile attempt to be released. "I know, my love."

Tyler had begun ascending the ring steps when Pete clambered into the room with Trent trailing behind him.

"Tyler," Pete laughed snarkily, "This always how you have to get women? By kidnapping them?" His voice was condescending, thick with sarcasm as he approached the duo.

"Tell him to put me down," said Y/N flatly, still pushing at Tyler's shoulder.

Pete snickered, running his hand through his hair as he approached her. "And why would I do that, sweetheart? What's in it for me?" His index finger jabbed lightly at her cheekbone and she shied away from his touch, jerking her face away from him. Y/N gripped at Tyler's shoulder as he ducked into the ring, still carrying her on his shoulder.

"Both of you are just boys," said Trent suddenly as he stepped into the ring, "Any man knows that's no way to get a woman." He raised his eyebrows at Tyler, who flushed slightly and gently released Y/N. She sighed and began to turn towards Trent.

"Thank yo–AH!"

The room spun around her as something lifted her off the ground.

"You gotta be able to sweep her off her feet," said Trent as he scooped her up bridal style and easily held her, "Literally." He winked at Tyler, who averted his eyes and smoothed down his mustache flippantly.

"I would really appreciate it if all of you would quit picking me up," Y/N snapped harshly, perhaps too harshly, because both Trent and Pete's faces softened and Tyler slowly peeked at her from the corner of his eyes. Awkward silence swallowed them whole and Trent set her back on her feet, uneasily rubbing the back of his neck as he cleared his throat.

"Sorry," Y/N blurted out as she chewed on her lip, "I'm just–"

"Stressed?" offered Tyler.

She looked up at him. "Stressed," she agreed, nodding slowly.

Pete scoffed, rolling his neck as he leaned against the ropes inside the ring. "Stressed? You've been training for a few months, kid, you haven't even had a real match yet."

"She's signed to NXT, now," said Trent suddenly.

Y/N snapped her gaze toward Trent, eyes searching his face for an answer. He looked uneasily at Tyler, then Pete, then Tyler, then Pete again.

"Christ's sake," said Pete as he tossed his jacket aside, "You didn't tell her?"

"Tell me what?" she asked, eyes still focused on Trent, who was avoiding her gaze.

"Tell me what?" she repeated, stepping toward him.

"Tyler pulled some strings for you," said Trent, looking past Y/N and at Tyler, "Isn't that right, Bate?"

The young man stepped forward, nervously chuckling. "It was more of a team effort, isn't that right?" A strange smile flickered under his mustache.

"I don't understand," said Y/N blankly, "What do you mean I've been signed to NXT? I never signed anything."

"He doesn't mean literally," Pete said suddenly, approaching her, "Are you that dumb?"

She looked at Pete for a moment before looking at her shoes and clenching her jaw uncomfortably.

"If you choose to sign the paperwork," said Tyler, "You'd be contracted to NXT."

"You should," added Trent, "You should sign the papers, it's a really important opportunity for someone like you."

Tyler nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You never really served on the indy circuits, this is your gateway into WWE, Y/N," he said gently, peeking down into her face from beside her.

She glanced at him uneasily. "I was going to debut for–"

"I know," Trent interjected, "But now you can debut for WWE."

She shifted her weight uneasily, drawing in a long breath. "I still don't understand, why would you vouch for me? You've only known me for a few months, I–"

"You're a good girl," Trent replied, "A good heart." He smiled thinly, patting her other shoulder.

"Alright, alright," groaned Pete loudly, pushing off Trent's hand from her shoulder, "We get it, Trent, alright?"

Y/N sensed sudden tension and stepped away from Trent and Pete, who were glaring at each other.

"Congratulations, love," Tyler whispered gently, steering her toward the ropes, "You should probably get going, it's late."

Y/N peeked over his shoulder and pushed away his grip. "Pete."

It was if he didn't hear her, Pete continued glaring at Trent.

"Pete," Y/N said again, stepping toward them.

The two men stood in the center of the ring, glaring at each other and never once stepping away. Tyler, who kept lightly grabbing at Y/N's shoulder, was standing in the corner of the ring, watching the men carefully.

"Peter," Y/N called again and this time Pete looked over at her. For a moment she thought he looked confused, as if she hadn't known his name was actually Peter, but his face twisted back into a grimace and he rolled his neck, patting Trent's chest gently as he stepped away.

"You should get going, Y/N," said Trent as he backed away from Pete, each of their gazes locked on each other, "You have to get up early to sign those papers."

"Right," said Y/N quickly, rolling out of the ring and gathering her gym bag, "I uh," she turned to face the men in the ring.

"Thank you," she said, nodding slowly with her eyes focused on the ground, "This means the world, truly." She smiled brightly, looking up at the men with tears glistening in her eyes. But before anyone could say anything, she spun on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving the men alone in the ring.

Tyler was the first to break the awkward silence, his voice crackling at first with uneasiness. "That was wrong on your part, Pete, you know that."

The Bruiserweight had taken residence in the corner of the ring, sitting against the lowermost turnbuckle. "Fuck you know?"

"Pete," scolded Trent suddenly, from the opposing corner where he stood, "You should've told her sooner."

Pete scoffed. "You would've told her anyway, what's it matter?"

"Did you want to tell her?" said Tyler, "I thought you wanted us–"

"You think a lot of things, Bate, hardly any of them actually matter," he shot back, standing suddenly from his position.

"Pete!" Trent scolded again, "You were the one who wanted us to keep it on the low!"

"You were the one who vouched for her to Regal and all the higher-ups, you were the one who defended her and you were the one who convinced them to let her in!" Tyler was nearly yelling, his fists balled at his sides, "You're the one who plucked her from some no-name promotion, but I'm the one who trained her! I put in my time to train her and where were you? Nowhere to be found, but now you get the credit!" gushed Tyler suddenly, his face flushing, "It's always Pete, Pete, Pete! It's the Pete Dunne show! What about the Tyler Bate Show? Huh?"

Trent was staring at Tyler, completely bewildered. Normally Tyler was the composed one of the trio, not the one who was gushing wildly.

"It's not the fucking Pete Dunne show," scoffed Pete, "What the fuck are you talking about, Bate?"

"I knew Pete had a thing for Y/N and I'll admit it," said Trent clearly, "For a while there, I did too," he said, "But I didn't know Tyler did too, fuck."

Tyler looked at Trent with wide, worried eyes. "I didn't mean–"

"Look at us," Trent laughed, "We're all acting like we're sixteen again, fighting over some pretty girl in school," he shook his head and looked at Pete, who wasn't happy.

"So what now?" asked Tyler gently.

Pete glared at Tyler. "What now? She's just a girl. She's not that damned important."

"So you'd be fine with me taking her out for coffee, Petey Boy?" said Trent easily, smiling under his mustache which he was twirling. Pete didn't reply.

"Trent," said Tyler gently, "He wouldn't be okay with that, you know that."

"Quit speaking over me," Pete interjected suddenly.

Tyler glanced at him. "You... You weren't speaking."

"Alright, boys," announced Trent suddenly, "If she's going to start fucking up our matches and getting in our heads, that's not okay."

Pete looked at Trent. "Fuck that," he said, "She's just a girl."

"Saying that over and over to yourself isn't going to make it any truer," said Trent.

Tyler scratched at his face uneasily. "So what, what now?"

Trent drew in a long breath and looked up at the bright lights above the ring they stood in. "We see who gets to her first."