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kyleoreillylover · 1 year ago

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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡

Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You lose your NXT Women’s title, and Rhea and Dom are here to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Cursing, typical wrestling violence, anger, etc.

Word Count: 3,138

A/N: We all saw what happened on Raw, so I just wrote this as a lil comfort fic for myself. Hope you enjoy!

You shut your eyes as you held your side, trying to block out the sound of Becky Lynch’s music playing in the air, trying to ignore her standing over you, a smirk on her face as she held your title. That was yours! You were so close to winning, so close to putting Becky away and making her eat her words that she’d been spewing for the past few weeks, make her regret her stupidity by making this match an Extreme Rules match.

Just a couple minutes ago, both of you were fighting, and you wee bruised and beaten, blood gushing from your face. Becky wasn’t doing much better, her arm bleeding and her elbow was fractured early through the match when you hit it with a crowbar. You were fighting in the crowd, beating the absolute hell put of each other with kendo sticks and anything you can get your hands on.

You tried to fling the kendo stick at her again, but she dodged it, and it clattered onto the floor. Your eyes widened at the angry look she was giving you; like this was the beginning of the end and you knew if you wanted any chance at winning you needed to stay away from her direct line of fire.

You bolted down the stairs, taunting her to follow you and she gave into the bait, hurrying right behind you as the crowd got louder with anticipation, wanting her to beat your ass.

You rolled into the ring, maneuvering over the chairs sprawled out but you didn’t get very far because she punched you from behind, taking you down with hit after hit after hit, her anger consuming her as she beat you into the canvas. You laid there limp, your mind hazy until she got you to your feet, trying to set you up for the manhandle slam.

You panicked, pushing her away and kicking at her elbow to make some room between the two of you. She fell to the floor, yelling out in pain. You spotted your title next to you, still in the ring from when you tried to hit her with it before. You saw Becky starting to get up, and you knew it was now or never.

You slammed the title against her face the minute she stood up, following that up with a ddt on the chairs. She was knocked out, and you smirked as you went on top of her for the cover, ready to finally prove to her that you were the better women.

“1... 2... 3-” The ref was about to slam the mat for the three count when you felt yourself getting dragged out the ring. Your groaned when your body hit the floor hard, but anger overtook the pain. You had her beat!! Who the fuck did that?!

You got your answer when you looked up and saw no one other than Tiffany Stratton standing over you, a smirk on her face as she stared you down. “That is supposed to be my title!” She screamed at you, her high pitched voice grating on your ears. “It was supposed to be Me vs you! But you chose Becky, and now you’re gonna pay bitch.”

You stood up, making your way to her with the nastiest glare she’d ever seen on your face. “Don’t blame me because your an untalented blonde bitch who can’t wrestle to save her life!” Tiffany took a step back but it was too late, you punched the taste out of her mouth. She fell to the floor, clutching her cheek as she tried to get away from you. Clearly she didn’t think this through.

“Now you’re gonna pay, bitch!” You yelled at her, enjoying the look of fear on her face as you stalked her. She bolted for the ring, and you chased after her.

You were right on her heels, running into the ring determined to beat her plastic face in when you ran right into a steel chair striking you square in the face, sending a jolt of pain surging through your skull.

Your vision blurred for a moment as you stumbled backward, clutching your throbbing cheek. Becky had a wicked smirk on her face as you collapsed to the floor, the taste of blood lingering in your mouth. You had no strength left to defend yourself as she hit you on the head, in the ribs, anywhere she could get the chair on you, over and over again. Eventually she lifted you up, hitting the manhandle slam on you onto of the steel chairs.

You groaned when your back made contact with the chairs, barely able to see through the haze of pain as Becky covered you for the three-count, the cheers and boos of the crowd sounding like a distant echo. The referee's hand slapped the mat, and your heart dropped when you heard the bell ring.

You lost. Everything you've worked so hard for, everything you've wanted for so long, slipped through your hands in three seconds.

Three. Fucking. Seconds. The number repeated in your head over and over again as you left the ring, storming backstage. It's where Dominik found you, pushing past wrestlers and crew members yelling at the ones who gave you pitying looks. "What are you looking at?" You screamed at a screen tech, who froze in fear as you pushed past him.

"Baby!" He yelled, trying to get your attention. You heard him but you didn't turn to him, you couldn't bear to look at him and the look of disappointment and anger he would be wearing on his face. Why wouldn't he be disappointed in you? You just lost in the fucking main event to one of your biggest enemies, and now your title is in her dirty little hands. He was probably disgusted with you right now. And Rhea. God, Rhea was probably repulsed by you right now. You ignored him calling you and quickly made your way to the Judgment Day locker room.

Your fists clenched, and you threw anything within reach—chairs, bags, water bottles—across the room, all while cursing loudly. The sound of your frustration reverberated off the walls, and the locker room atmosphere grew tense. "Fuck!" you shouted, sending a chair flying across the locker room. "This should have been mine! I had her!"

"Mi vida, it's okay! You did your best," Dom finally found you and walked in, trying to console you, his voice gentle, but you whirled around, your eyes blazing with anger. "Okay?! Did you see what just happened out there? I lost! I let everyone down!" Your voice trembled with frustration and regret.

"You didn't let anyone down, mi amor! Especially not me!-"

"Stop lying Dom!" You spat at him, throwing another bag at the wall. "I fucked up, now you and Rhea can go leave me now that I don't have a title. So stop acting like you care!"

Dominik walked closer to you, eyebrows furrowed at your words. "I'm not fucking lying! I don't know who the hell told you this shit, but Rhea and I would never leave you, title or no title." He grabbed your hand before you could throw another bag, ignoring your glare and wrapping his arms around you. "Let go, Dominik!"

"You need to calm down, mi corazon!"

"You should listen to him." The two of you stopped arguing and looked in the direction of the voice. JD Mcdonagh was standing in front of the door, giving the both of you a wry smile.

"Excuse me?!" You asked him with a scowl. Who gave him the audacity to interrupt a clearly private moment between you and Dom?? Dominik tightened his arm around you, giving you a warning glance that you ignored. JD was either oblivious to your attitude to chose to ignore it, acting like he heard nothing from you.

"What do you want JD? We're busy here." Dominik asked with an exasperated sigh.

"I saw what happened out there love."

"So did thousands of fans here and at home. What's. Your. Point." You questioned him, your piercing stare making JD falter for a second before he continued again, and Dominik prayed he didn't say anything stupid. JD already had Priest almost beat him up, he didn't wanna add you to the list.

“I just wanted to tell you have nothing to be ashamed of, honestly." He walked closer to you, a sympathetic look on his face. "And that it's okay, everyone loses sometimes. Some more than others, but not everyone is good enough to win all the time," he said, and Dom facepalmed internally. He might've been Finn's friend, but god was he dumb as shit. Dominik knew this wouldn't end well.

You went silent for a moment, narrowing your eyes at him and removing yourself from Dominik so he didn't get hurt before you hurled a table across the room and advanced on JD, shoving him against the wall.

J.D. tried to stutter out an apology, but your angry glare cut him off. "Mind your own business!" you spat, your voice dripping with venom. "Stop getting in my business! Stop acting like you're a part of Judgment Day! You never will be, you short piece of—"

“Baby, calm down!” Dom stopped you, trying to hold you back before you killed JD. "Calm down, amor.” Dom urged, his voice soft but firm.

You glared at JD for a moment longer before finally letting him go and taking a deep breath, your anger wavering and the sadness you had been trying to ignore consuming your mind. Dom noticed the change in your demeanor and gently put his hand on your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. You looked up at him, and for a moment, all the anger and frustration melted away as you met Dominik's caring gaze. He wiped away a tear that had escaped your eye and whispered, "It's gonna be okay, mi vida. We're here for you, no matter what."

But you turned away, unable to accept his comfort just yet. You didn't deserve it. "I don't want to hear it, Dom," you muttered, your voice choked with disappointment. "I lost. That's all there is to it."

Dominik sighed, his heart aching for you. He knew you were taking this loss hard, and there was nothing he could say to make it better. But he couldn't stand seeing you like this. "I'm proud of you, you know," he said softly, his hand gently turning your face back toward him.

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill over again. "Don't, Dom. Please."

He gave you a disappointed sigh, but he didn't push you any further. "Come on, I'll wait out here, you grab your stuff and we'll go," he said, wanting to do nothing more than wrap you in his arms and take all your sadness away from you. You nodded, and he made his way out of the room while you got your stuff. He quickly pulled out his phone, texting Rhea, who was back at the hotel.

Rhea<3 Were gonna be at the hotel soon, mami. How bad is it, baby? I saw it on the TV. She didn't look okay. It's bad. She's not doing too good. Physically or mentally?

Both, but mostly mentally. I've never seen here like this. She's about to come out the locker room, see you later mami. I'm gonna kill both of those stupid pricks for hurting her. Drive safe, baby <3

You slid out the room, your bag in hand and a look Dominik couldn't read on your face. "You ready?" He asked, grabbing your bag from you. You nodded, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the room.

The drive was mostly silent, with you staring out the window, lost in your thoughts, and Dom stealing worried glances at you.

When you finally arrived at the hotel, you both entered the elevator in silence. You felt Dominiks stare burning a whole through your skin, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. You felt like you had let everyone down, especially Rhea. She had been your biggest supporter, and now you had lost the title she had helped you fight for.

The elevator doors opened, and you both made your way to your room. You hesitated for a moment in front of the door, not sure how to face Rhea. But Dom encouraged you to go in first, his hand on the small of your back leading you into the room. As you entered the hotel room, you were met with the sight of Rhea sitting on the couch, her eyes filled with worry. "Baby, are you okay?" Rhea rushed up to you, concern etched on her face. She reached out to check on your injuries, but you pulled away, unable to meet her eyes.

"Leave me alone, Rhea," you muttered, heading toward the bedroom, trying to avoid her touch and gaze. You were sure she was disappointed in you, and it hurt too much to face it.

Rhea followed you, eyes never leaving you as you avoided her gaze, "I know you're probably hating me right now," you muttered, your voice trembling. "You and Dom must be so disappointed. Just break up with me already; I know you want to."

Rhea's face fell, and she motioned for you to sit next to her. You hesitated but eventually sat down when she gave you the look that meant she wasn't playing around. She pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you tightly. She examined the bruises on your face, her fingers gently tracing the marks. "That's not true," she whispered, her voice filled with a softness that few people heard her speak with. "I could never hate you, and we could never leave you, not for something like this. I love you, and I always will."

"I lost, Rhea. I lost the title," you mumbled against her skin, feeling defeated.

Rhea tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes. "And you'll win it back. I'm not mad at you, love. You did your best. It took two of those bitches to put you down." She stroked your cheek, her anger rising looking at the bruises on your beautiful skin. " I'm angry at Becky and Tiffany, and I promise you, I'll deal with them. But I couldn't never be mad at you, baby."

"But I-"

"No buts." Rhea cut you off, giving you a serious look and tightened her grip around you. "It's not your fucking fault, you hear me?" You nodded, but she shook her head at your action. "I need to hear words, love."

"It's...not my fault." Rhea knew you were still hurting and trying your best, so she didn't push you for more. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and glanced over at Dominik. The two shared a look, communicating without a word. Dominik quickly got up to your side and helped you up. "C'mon hermosa, you'll feel better with a bath. You wanna walk or you want me to carry you?" You didn't say anything, just walked into his arms, making the both of them chuckle as Dominik carried you to the bathroom, his strong arms making you feel safe.

He filled the tub with warm water and returned to help you undress, gently tending to your wounds and bruises. The warm water eased the pain, and you let out a sigh of relief as you sat down. As you soaked in the warm water, Dominik joined you, sitting behind you and gently massaging your shoulders to help ease the tension in your body.

Dominik carried you to the bed afterward, making sure you were comfortable. Rhea joined you on the bed, her fingers expertly massaging your tense muscles. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away under her touch.

"Go to sleep love. We'll be here when you wake up." Rhea whispered to you, stroking your back. You hummed back as answer, and Dominik smiled at your tired state and kissed your forehead. You smiled at the gesture and relaxed into Rhea's arms as you slowly went to sleep.

Rhea gently brought you into the covers, trying to not wake you as she tucked you into the bed. She made sure you were completely asleep before turning to Dominik, her voice changing from sweet to threatening. "I am going to kill Priest."

"Mami..."

"Don't mami me. Your injured. Finn's injured. He was supposed to be there for her. I told him to have her back, and he failed." Rhea hissed out, standing up and clenching her fists. She gave him one job, and he couldn't even do it. Didn't even show up. How pathetic.

Dom was quick to sit Rhea back down, trying to calm her anger down. "I know you're mad mami, I'm pissed off too. He left her hanging."

Dom held his hands out, and Rhea immediately slipped her hands in his slightly larger ones. He brought them to his lips and kissed them, relishing in the small smile Rhea gave him. "I know you want to deal with him, but please, for her sake... wait until Raw."

Rhea sighed, looking away and biting her lip in thought. Dom grabbed her face, gently turning her back to him, meeting her eyes.

She gave him a resigned look and nodded at him. "Fine. You're right, Dom Dom. I don't want to overwhelm her." She turned to you, staring at you sleeping peacefully, looking like every bit of the angel that you are. "But Monday, I'm putting him in his place, and you can't stop me. Got that?" Dom nodded, knowing he couldn't fight her on this even if he tried. Once she wanted to do something, she'd do it no matter what.

"You can deal with him, but you need to get some sleep first, mami." She nodded at him, getting up and going to the bathroom to change into her pajamas. She came back to the sight of Dominik already in his pajamas, sleeping soundly and cuddling into you. She smiled at the both of you before slipping into the bed as well onto your other side. She laughed when you immediately pulled her into you, Dominik stretching out his long legs and throwing it around both of your waists. She cuddled up to you as well, stroking your cheek as she watched the rise and fall of your chest.

Her anger rose as she looked over your bruises and your face swelling at all the hits you took. She forced herself to calm down for you and Dom, grounding herself by caressing your skin. She'd let sleep overtake her later, but as she looked at you, she promised herself one thing.

Everyone who hurt you was gonna pay.

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wrestlingmgc · 10 months ago

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DDT Ironman Heavymetalweight Champion Penelope Ford

#DDT #DDT Ironman Heavymetalweight Champion #Penelope Ford #DDT Ironman Heavymetalweight Championship #DDT Pro-Wrestling #Puroresu #Heavymetalweight Title #Joshi Puroresu #Women's Wrestling #Pro Wrestling #20s

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dilf-in-peril · 10 months ago

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The other day snow/boiiii streamed a DDT match which featured Kaisei Takechi, some idol debuting as a wrestler. Korakuen Hall was sold out and the crowd was about 95% women and 0% straight guys and I'm guessing a lot of those women also don't regularly attend wrestling matches since they came just for this guy. Anyway, the result was a crowd reaction the likes you haven't seen since 1970. Like you know when you see old matches and they work a pretty babyface over with the most minimal shit but the crowd is screaming and wailing as they witness this torment like they're watching him getting nailed to the cross. It was like that. The only thing missing was the old ladies trying to hit the heels with their umbrellas or poke them with hair pins, and drunk men climbing the guardrail and starting riots.

Also interesting to see how this, in my opinion, completely changed the way the wrestlers were working the match, milking the crowd's love for that man by hurting and humiliating him in new exciting ways. I bet it must have felt pretty good for all wrestlers involved to get the reactions that their craft was originally designed around. You know all of those match beats, the ~psychology~, the grand gestures, the dramatic comebacks, the comeback being cut down again, are made for this level of emotional engagement, and if you don't get them it's like pantomime. I can only imagine the rush you feel when you simply throw Christ out of the ring and the whole crowd wails in sympathy.

It also got me thinking about how miserable it must be to go through these motions but instead of crying children and angry grandmas you have an audience of detached smarks, whose strongest emotional reaction is chanting "this is awesome" when you did some cool chain wrestling.

#wrestling #thoughts #Kaisei Takechi #ddt #ddt pro

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jeffhardyjams · 1 month ago

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Love in the Time of Smackdown ꨄ

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 7.5k +)

Description : After a thrilling match against Stacey Kibler, Y/N, a sassy and stylish WWE diva, catches the eye of Jeff Hardy. As they continue to cross paths around the ring, their tension builds until they share a flirtatious encounter while smoking a joint together. But things take a dramatic turn when Lita invites Y/N to hang out with her, Jeff, and Matt at Matt's house, where a night of beer pong and hard rock music leads to a steamy feud with Shannon Moore, Jeff's friend. What will happen next?

imagine : ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

WWF SMACKDOWN 6.12.2002

music : possum kingdom - toadies

It was a hot summer evening in 2002, and the wrestling world was buzzing with excitement. The air inside the arena was electric, charged with the adrenaline that only comes from a night of hard-fought battles. The crowd roared, a sea of bodies waving signs and wearing the colors of their favorite Superstars. You stood backstage, your heart racing in tandem with the sound of your entrance music blaring through the speakers. “Tonight’s match,” you thought, adjusting your gear and preparing for the imminent clash with the poised and formidable Stacy Keibler, “Tonight, it’s all or nothing.” The atmosphere was distinctly early 2000s—baggy cargo shorts, colorful tank tops, and the unmistakable scent of cheap cologne blended with sweat filled the air. Women and men alike were adorned with butterfly clips and jnco jeans, the style that defined a generation. You looked at yourself in the mirror— your freshly curly hair tumbling around your shoulders, your own version of wrestle chic. With the flicker of a smile, you stepped onto the entrance ramp, ready to meet your destiny.

The match itself unfolded in a flurry of submission holds, near falls, and high-energy athleticism, perfectly choreographed chaos under the ring lights. You and Stacy, both formidable in their own rights, grappled fiercely, the crowd infusing energy into every slam and suplex. Hard-hitting moves learned from countless match-ups had them on the edge of their capabilities. The crowd gasped collectively when you executed a flawless tornado DDT, twisting through the air gracefully before crashing down on Stacy. One, two—Victory. The bell rang, and the audience erupted into frantic applause, chanting your name like a mantra. You rose to your feet, a triumphant smile on your face, bathed in the glow of the bright lights as sweat trickled down your brow.

Once backstage, the buzzing sounds of the crowd became muffled, lost beneath the raucous chatter of fellow Superstars. Yet, there was one presence that had started to feel as familiar to you as your own shadow—Jeff Hardy. Your encounters were less formal, sneaking glances at each other across the arena, the sly exchange of half-smiles. He was enthralling with his artful tattoos and kinetic energy—a colorful whirlwind. Swatches of purple and green painted his persona, and every time he soared through the air, a part of you wished it was you alongside him. Tonight was different. You could feel the weight of the unsaid conversations that haven’t happened around you . As you stepped outside for a moment of peace, you noticed the dimly lit corner of the parking lot where the stars burned brightly against the velvet sky.

As you lit up, you heard the door open behind you. It was Jeff, a sly grin spreading across his face. Your heart raced. You thought it could’ve been your boss or some shit.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of electricity run through your body. "Not at all," you replied, handing him the joint.

As you smoked together, the tension between you grew thicker. You couldn't help but notice the way Jeff's eyes seemed to bore into your soul, or the way his tattoos seemed to ripple beneath his skin. He was wearing a black tank top, his blonde hair messy and wet from his match. His colorful tattoos seemed to glow in the dim light, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction.

"You're quite the wrestler," Jeff said, his voice dripping with admiration. "I've been watching you for a while now."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Thanks, Jeff. You're not so bad yourself."

The conversation flowed easily, with both of you discussing everything from wrestling to music to your shared love of tattoos. As the night wore on, you found yourself feeling more and more drawn to Jeff. You both separated after that though, as you both said your goodbyes after Jeff got a call from Matt telling him he was about to leave.

The next day, you woke up to your phone buzzed with a text from Lita. "Hey girl, want to hang out tonight? Matt and Jeff hosting a little party and we're going to play some beer pong & just get wasted or some shit. We can pick you up around 8?”

You couldn't resist the invitation and quickly texted her back. “Fucking of course. I’ll be ready around 8. xx “ You wanted to drink so bad and spend more time with Jeff so you spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits and doing your hair and makeup. You finally settled on a black long tank top that curved around your waist and a sheer purple fishnet, your hair curled, a vibrant shade of cherry red. You added some low flare jeans and some short heel boots. You looked in the mirror, feeling a sense of confidence and excitement.

As you finished getting ready, you heard a knock at the door. It was Lita, Jeff, and Matt. They were all grinning from ear to ear, and you could tell that they were ready to get fucked up. Jeff was wearing a hot white Ed Hardy shirt with his hair half way up and a teal bandana wrapped around his forehead. He paired it along with cargo faded pants and a black belt.

"Heyy Y/N, you look fucking amazing," Lita said, giving you a hug. She was wearing a cheetah print tank top with leather purple cargo pants and her classic boots.

"Thanks, I was thinking of trying out a new look," you replied, striking a pose.

Jeff's eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the appreciation in his gaze. "You look damn good Y/N/N," he said, his voice low and husky.

Matt nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're definitely going to turn some heads tonight."

The four of you piled into Matt's car and headed to his house, where the party was already in full swing. As you walked in through the front door, you were greeted by the sound of hard rock music and the smell of beer.

Lita then grabbed your arm and pulled you over to the beer pong table. Which was located to side of Matt’s fireplace. “Okay, girl, it's time to finally get fucking drunk. Shotgun Coors Light with us" She laughed.

You didn’t even hesitate for a moment, and grabbed a beer from the cooler that was sitting on the floor of the fireplace. Jeff & Matt quickly followed and grabbed a beer too. You shotgunned it with Lita, Jeff, Matt, and their friend Shannon Moore who was already there.

As you lowered the beer, you caught Shannon's eye. He was wearing a black bandana, a Ed Hardy blue shirt and he looked a little drunk but he was hot to you.

"Yo Y/N, I'm Shannon," he said, his voice slurred a little. “I've heard a lot about you."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "All good, I hope? If not I’d be fucking pissed" You quickly laughed after.

Shannon chuckled and put his hand on the side of your waist. "Definitely. You're quite the wrestler. I've been watching you for a while now. I see your little segments.”

As you talked, you couldn't help but notice Jeff watching you from across the room. His eyes seemed to be burning with intensity, and you could sense a growing jealousy.

"Hey, you wanna step outside and smoke a cig with me?" Shannon asked, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck yeah, I have a lighter.” You grinned. Feeling a sense of excitement. As you stepped outside, the crispy air from the night brushed your face. Shannon grabbed a Marlboro’s pack out of his pocket and grabbed two for both of you. You grabbed one he stuck out and proceeded to light it. The smoke curled around your face, and you felt a sense of relaxation wash over you.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Shannon asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and his mouth blowing out smoke.

You smiled, feeling a sense of mischief. "I like to fucking wrestle, of course. But I also love music and tattoos. I'm a bit of a tease, I guess."

Shannon laughed. "I can see that. You've got a bit of a wild streak, don't you?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of pride. "Yeah, I do. I like to live life on my own terms."

As you talked, you couldn't help but notice the way Shannon's eyes seemed to sparkle with attraction. You felt a sense of excitement, of danger. This was forbidden, but you couldn't resist. Shannon took a drag of the cig before blowing out the smoke and pausing to look at you. It grew silent.

Suddenly, Shannon leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. You felt a rush of excitement, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of unease. Jeff was storming towards you, his face twisted in anger.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

You stood up, feeling a surge of adrenaline. "Just having a little fun, Jeff. Don't be such a buzzkill."

Jeff's eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the stairs. "We need to talk," he growled.

As you stumbled upstairs, you could feel the tension between you building. Jeff opened Matt’s room which happened to be empty and Jeff pushed you against the wall, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"What's going on with you and Shannon?" he demanded. His hair now in front of his face a bit.

You smiled, feeling a sense of mischief. "Nothing, Jeff. Just a little harmless flirting."

Jeff's face twisted in anger, and he pushed you harder against the wall. "You can’t just go fucking around with Shannon. You're not going to do this, Y/N. You can’t just flirt with every guy in the room and then just walk away."

You felt a surge of adrenaline as Jeff's body pressed against yours. You knew that you should be scared, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

"Maybe I will," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jeff's eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the desire in his gaze. "No, you're not," he said, his voice low and husky.

Without another word, Jeff pulled you into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and pulled you in with him.

As the water cascaded down around you, Jeff's lips crashed down on yours. You felt a rush of excitement as his tongue explored your mouth.

You kissed him back, feeling a sense of passion that you had never experienced before.

As you broke apart for air, Jeff's eyes locked onto yours. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "I've wanted you to," you replied, your voice husky.

Jeff grinned, and then he pulled you back in for another kiss. This time, it was more intense, more passionate.

You felt like you were melting into his arms, like you were a part of him.

Finally, Jeff pulled back and looked at you with a serious expression. "I want you, Y/N. I want you so bad."

You felt a surge of excitement at his words. "I want you too, Jeff," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Jeff pulled you out of the shower and into the bedroom. You fell onto the bed together, your bodies entwined.

As you guys had sex, you felt a sense of passion and excitement that you had never experienced before. You knew that you and Jeff were meant to be together, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held.

As you lay there afterwards, Jeff's arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You had never felt this way about anyone before, and you knew that you never would again.

Jeff's blonde hair was wet and messy, and his eyes were sparkling with happiness. "I'm so glad we did that," he said, his voice low and husky.

As you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning.

"I guess this means I’m not forgetting about you" you said, smiling up at Jeff.

Jeff grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I guess not. But don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you in the ring too.”

You laughed, feeling a sense of excitement. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the sun began to rise the next morning, you lay in bed with Jeff, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that this was just the beginning of something amazing, something that would take you on a wild ride of emotions and passion.

And as you looked into Jeff's eyes, you knew that you were ready for whatever came next.

#2000s #jeff hardy #wwe #wwe fanfiction #2000s aesthetic #wwe x reader #jeff hardy x reader #x reader #wwe imagines #wwe smackdown #fanfic #fyp #fypシ

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revmeg · 7 months ago

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The widespread use of pesticides such as DDT in the 1940s resulted in weakened eggshells, and within a few decades, Brown Pelicans were pushed to the brink of extinction in California and the southeastern United States. When Florida banned such toxins in 1970, the rest of the country soon followed suit, and the pelicans began to make a slow comeback. People's love for pelicans--and other large birds like eagles that were threatened by these pesticides--proved salvific. In 2009 Brown Pelicans were removed from the endangered species list. Today they remain a species of 'least concern,' their numbers rebounded to a place of thriving. Like many environmental problems, the situation was dire but not hopeless. Concerned scientists raised the alarm and citizens ranging from hobby birders to coastal dwellers to commercial fishermen and women advocated for change. Never underestimate what love can do.

from "12. Love | Pelicans" in Looking Up: A Birder’s Guide to Hope Through Grief by Courtney Ellis, p. 167

#Courtney Ellis #Looking Up #pelicans #environment #endangered species

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asgardian--angels · 3 months ago

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I’m a biology student and fuck. Just fuck. Every post I see talks about the world ending and all life coming to an end. I know that’s not the case (I hope) but just…god. Kamala was gonna be shit with the environment but trump seems keen on speed running the time we have to put a dent in this. How do you stay hopeful? What do we have to hope for?

Hi there fellow biologist :)

First let me just say, Kamala Harris most certainly would not have been shit with the environment. She would have done quite a lot to work on climate change (she has not emphasized this at rallies because it was not a priority issue with voters, but her policies were there, and democrats consistently are progressive on environmental policy enough to make corporations angry), and Biden during his presidency has accomplished a heck of a lot to undo Trump's previous weakening of federal environmental protections and strengthen them further. My hope is that they together will continue to try and pass what they can in their remaining months. I hope in my previous posts I was not coming off as too cynical - I'm scared, as we all are, but I have great faith in the passionate and hardworking scientists in this field who have dedicated their entire lives to tirelessly protecting our planet, at all scales. We just need more of them, and that's where you come in.

How do I stay hopeful? Because of people like you, students in the biological sciences who feel strongly enough to take this career path. The next generation of environmental stewards, in a time where scientists are exponentially more knowledgeable about threats to the environment and solutions to them than ever before. Especially now, these fields are shifting from old white guys (no shade to [most of] them) to young women, people of color, and queer people in STEM, who are eager to bring new perspectives and approaches to the field that I think will bolster our resolve and increase our success.

Despite the doom and gloom, we also have made incredible strides forward to improve clean air and water, restore habitat (particularly wetlands, reversing decades-long trends of waterbird declines, as well as reversing raptor declines), ban DDT, track species declines through long-term monitoring by generations of dedicated scientists, train more effective science communicators to engage people of all ages, especially children, with the natural world to forge crucial emotional connections needed to recruit them to conservation causes, and so much more. Here's a big one - MOTUS, the system we now use to track migrating birds on their worldwide journeys, developed just in the past couple decades. Because of it, we now know in incredible detail where individual birds and populations overwinter, the routes they take, and the threats they face at different times of year - thereby being able to much more effectively target our conservation efforts. Shifting baselines work in both directions; it's easy to forget within a generation or two how much we've lost (atlantic cod used to be so abundant they jumped into fishermen's boats, passenger pigeon flocks darkened the skies for hours), but it's also easy for young people to not know how much we've gained - bald eagles used to be so rare it was a spectacle to see one, the rivers just half a century ago would literally catch on fire from the levels of pollutants, and acid rain - remember acid rain? we fixed that!) In my field specifically, we've been rediscovering once-thought-extinct bee species left and right in the past few years, because dedicated young bee researchers have put in renewed effort to search for them when no one else did. Now we know where they are and how to protect them, and some of them aren't even considered rare anymore!

You more likely than not have a professor for some class who's pushing 80. That's because in this field, we never quit. Protecting the environment is our passion, our lives, our heart and soul. It's our calling, and we couldn't think of doing anything more important with the time we have on this earth. Every stride forward we've made only happened because individual scientists, regular people, cared enough to fight for what they believed in. Often it's a slow process, and often we don't truly grasp the scope of what our own work will lead to in the grand scheme of making change. But every species out there that's still persisting is because someone loves it a whole lot. Maybe a lot of people love elephants or big cats, while just one single person loves terrestrial leeches. But heck, it only takes one person to completely change the trajectory of a species and bring widespread public attention to it! I love telling people about bee species they've never heard of, that exist right in their own state. They might go home, google it, and keep an eye out for it next time, or better, plant the flowers it specializes on. I put a call out on iNaturalist for users in my state to search wetlands for a rare wetland bee with only a couple of records in the state - within a couple months, half a dozen more sightings popped up. Just like that. The bee was considered rare, but no one was looking. They had no idea there was anything to look for. Now? Not so rare, maybe - a good sign!

I stay hopeful because I know that the planet needs us, and we need the planet. The people who love nature will never stop fighting to protect it, and every single action does make a difference, whether we know it or not. I could ask myself why I give talks at public libraries where my audience is 10 people at best, even when the drive is 6+ hours. Because one, just one, of those people might be inspired or moved by my words, and choose to take action. For all I know, I've started a domino effect that will cascade into something huge. I worked with and briefly mentored an undergraduate student in bee science a few years ago - he's since gone on to work on a huge project to digitize bee specimens locked away in dusty drawers for decades, bringing to light dozens of species for which we previously had little to no information or images, improving the resources available to other researchers to identify their specimens and thus be able to monitor these rare, specialized desert bees. You can't know the impact you'll have. You just have to do the work, and always give all you can, and love doing it.

Some might think it's too little too late - but that's relative. There's no such thing as the apocalypse. Nature continues on, in whatever form it needs to. In a way, we've decided what our benchmark is; prevent the loss of biodiversity, preserve ecosystem services. But the natural world has already changed, since the moment any human stepped foot onto a new continent or island and brought plants and animals with them. We put value on species, on ecosystems, because we love them. We think they are beautiful, that they have intrinsic or extrinsic value, and that they deserve a continued place in this world. We have lost species, and we will lose a lot more. But isn't preventing even one extinction worth it? We fight tirelessly to manage the spread of invasive species, to restore even little patches of urban habitat, when someone could look at those and say, 'what's that point? that won't make any difference.' But tell that to the species that live there. The planet keeps running because of small, local changes carried out by thousands of people, and a handful of big changes (like policy) undertaken by a few ballsy folks. Neither would work without the other. Every time I get my hands in the dirt and plant a new species in my pollinator garden, it gives me hope. I'm investing in the future. By being here, studying biology, you are too. It all gives me hope.

#uh oh another long post #life will not come to an end until our sun becomes a red giant and engulfs the planet 300 million years from now dont worry #but you have a role in protecting a little slice of life right now

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