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~ 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢?! ~

💙👻💚👻💙👻💚

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷: 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟸𝟺𝟽

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙹𝚊𝚢 ⚡️💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍 🐉💚

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍’𝚜 𝚘𝚑-𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃: 𝙸 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝙹𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙴𝙵 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 <𝟹

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 😉

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙲⁉️⁉️⁉️ 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰𝙶𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙲‼️‼️‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“LLOHOHOYDIE PLEHEASE! H-HAHAVE MERCY!!” Jay cried as he writhed and wriggled underneath his little brother, laughing up a storm as the blonde squeezed his sides mercilessly.

“I’ll 'have mercy' on you once you tell me the truth, Jay Walker.” The younger glared, moving his hand to scratch alongside the other’s underarms.

The lightning ninja squawked helplessly, hugging his middles as he shook his head back and forth, “I AHAM! I SWAHAH— squeak! I SWEAR IHIHI’M TEHELLING THEHE— squeak! TRUHUTH— squeak MY GAHAHAD!!” The older whined.

Now, as you know, dear reader…today marked the official start of October.

And a couple weeks before to celebrate, Lloyd bought a bunch of candy bags for two wonderful people…

…Him and himself.

So consider the blonde’s absolute surprise when all of his candy bags…mysteriously vanished from his secret hidden pantry…

…Guess it wasn’t so secret now but still!!!

“PlahEASE!! Ihi dihihidn’t taHAHAKE yohour DUHUMB CAHahandy staHASH!!” The brunette squealed, pushing on his brother’s chest in a small attempt to get him to stop tickling him.

The smaller teen just rolled his eyes, pinching the other’s hips and in result, Jay squealed once more as he flailed his arms around, banging his feet on the ground.

The freckled face teen held his brother’s wrists, “L-LLOHOYD!!”

“Hm~?” The Green ninja hummed.

“DUHUDE PLEHAHEASE!!”

“'Please' what~?” The youngest asked smugly, “Pleeeease keep tickling you?”

“NOHOH!!” The brown haired boy yelled, “NAHAH— squeal! NOHO!! LLOHOYD COHOHOME OHAN!! NOHO F-FREEHEEAKING TEHEHEASING!!”

“I’m not teasing you.” Lloyd giggled as he scratched alongside his brother’s ribs, “I’m just asking you a question, big bro.” The blondie said as he abruptly scribbled his fingers on Jay’s stomach.

“LLOHOHOYD!!”

“Yeeeeees~?”

“CAHAN YOHOU FUHUCKING STOHOP?!”

The hazel eyed teen rolled his eyes once more as he poked the older’s lower stomach rapidly, “Not until you tell me where my candy is.”

The freckled faced teen whined through his laughter once more, shaking his head back and forth like a ball during a tenis match, “BuhUT— GAH! I-Ihi dohoHAH! IHI dunnohoh whehere IHAT IHIHIS!!”

“Suuuuuure you don’t.” The Green ninja hummed sarcastically, “And I’m the Grinch.”

“Yohou suHUHURE ahare buhuilt LIHIKE hihim— WAHAIT! WAHAIT NAHA— squeal!! NO! NONOHOH! I’M SAHARRY!” The lightning ninja cried, his eyes widening like saucers as his younger brother effortlessly held his wrists above his head and started nibbling on his neck.

Not to mention, the youngest of the ninja team had legit fangs that was further putting Jay into a giggly blob.

The brunette squealed and screamed as happy tears started to form in his eyed, “I SAHAID IHI WAHAS SOHORRY! IHIHI SAHAID IHI WAHAS SAHAHARRY!!!”

“Oh, I heard your apology…I just don’t care for it.” The Green cladded teen giggled.

“COHOME OHAN!! I-IHI’LL DOOHOO AHAHANYTHING!!”

“Tell me where my candy is.”

“FOHOR THEHEHE M-MIHILLIONTH TIHIME!! IHI DUHU— squeak! GAHASH NAHAHAAAAAA!!!” The Blue ninja howled as the other dug his thumbs into his hips as he ruthlessly nibbled his neck.

The older bucked and flailed and squawked continously, trying to make his brother loosen his grip just a little…but his attempts to stop the blondie just ended in complete and utter vain as the other continued to torture him.

I mean, in all honesty, what was happening right now was a genuine crime.

Originally before all of this nonsense happened, Jay was chilling in his room, playing Roblox Piggy (fire ass game btw) but was interrupted as his gremlin of a brother basically bolted into his room, bombarding him with questions.

That’s breaking and entering.

Then the hazel eyed freak of a teenager dragged the elder by the collar and threw him in the living room!

That’s assualt and battery.

And if the freckled faced teen continued to let the shortest of the ninja group carry on with his henious crimes…Jay would be a dead man.

And if you were unaware…dead men can’t sue.

“IHI squeal! IHI. DOHOHON’T. KNOHOHOW!!” The elder said for probably the millionth time today.

The younger just shook his head, tsking like some wannabe anime character, “Oh don’t give me that, Bluey. When I was little you used to steal my candy aaaaaaall the time.”

“HNFFAHAHACK! YOHOU squeal STIHILL AHARE LITTLE!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!” The other shouted, scribbling his nails in the crook of Jay’s neck, “Just tell me where you hid my candy and you might be spared.”

“'MIHIHIGHT'?!”

“Well, as much as I hate to admit it: your laugh is genuinley cute and funny…I can’t get enough of it~!”

“SCREHEHEHEW OHOHOHAFF!!!” The freckle faced teen hollered as he banged his heels on the carpet living room floor, his face starting to change color to a beet red, “YOHOU BRAHAHAT! STAHAP squeal THIHIS INSTANT OHOR YOU’LL BE IHIHIN A squeak WORLD OHOHOF HURT!”

“Oh really?” The blonde said, completely un-phased by the threat.

“YEHES REEHEEHEEALLY!!”

“Are you suuuure?”

“YES!”

“Positivley sure?”

“YEHEHES!!”

“Absolutely 100% sure?”

“YEHES— N-NOHOH! NOHOHO!!! IHI’M NAHAT SUHURE!” Jay cackled as Lloyd went back to squishing his sides. “But you just said yeeees~!” The youngest taunted, “C'mon~! Show me this 'world of hurt' you were referring to.”

Almost immediately, the dark blue cladded teen used his powers to lightly send electric buzzes to the kid’s sides, “G-GYAH! Hey! Hehey! No! Noho yohou— EEP! StaHAP!” The Green ninja squealed but stubbornly still continued to tickle his older brother.

He would get his candy back if it was the last thing he did…

“That’s it!” Lloyd shouted, getting up and wrapping both of Jay’s feet in a headlock with both of his arms.

The curly haired teen gulped, bracing himself as his younger brother was about to absolutely murder him…

…Which honestly would not look great on the hazel eyed teen’s crime record but who was Jay to judge?

“I-Ihihis squeak ihat squeal toohoo squeak l-lahate to sahay I’m squeak sohohorry squeal again…?”

“How’d you know~?” The blondie grinned as he ruthlessly scribbled his fingers over the other’s feet and the other in question went BALLISTIC. The lightning sparks coming from the lightning ninja’s hands were shooting anywhere and everywhere and they would be lucky if the power didn’t go out by how much sparks were flying…

“NAHAHAH OHO SQUEAK SHIHIHAT!!! SHITSHITSHIT— SQUEAL GAHAHASH NOHOHO—!!!” The brunette screamed.

“Ihi’m barely touching you—”

“SHUHUT UP!! SHUHUHUT. UHUP!!!”

“Uno reverse, big bro…you’re the one hollering and tollering like a five year old.”

“BEEHEEHECAUSE YOH—GYAHAH! OHO JEEHEEZ NO! WHYHY THEHEHEHERE?!” The elder loudly cackled as happy tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Bad spot, huh~?”

“SHUHUHUT UP— SQUEAK AHALREHEADY!!”

“Is that seriously the only remark you can come up with? 'Shut up?'” The blonde smugly said as he tickled the middle arch of Jay’s foot, “Cmon~! You can do better than that, Jay-Jay…”

“OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY STAHAHAP!! STAAAAHAHAP!!!”

“I’ll stop once you show me where you hid my sweets!” The hazel eyed teen huffed, “And speaking of sweets…maybe I should go to this sweet spot over here~!” He said as he tickled underneath Jay’s toes.

“NAHAHAH SQUEAL N-NOOOOOHOHOHOH!!!”

“Should we help…?” Cole said to Kai as he munched on one of Lloyd’s bag of Skittles, leaning on the living room doorway and casually watching the youngest completely murder the Lightning ninja. “Nah. He’ll be fine.” The red cladded teen shrugged carelessly, leaning on the doorway as well.

“Besides, this is entertaining to watch…want a gummy bear?” Kai offered.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Cole grinned, taking a handful of gummy bears from the bag the other was holding and plopped them into his mouth.

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚🎃𝙵𝙸𝙽🕸️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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livfastdieyoung69 · 2 years ago

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BONES, BODY, SOUL.

(A Jeff Hardy Story. Ch.3)

July 19th, 1999- RAW IS WAR

The night was almost over. After a very entertaining show, Triple H and The Undertaker were to end it, each with a partner, Chyna and Vince, watching at ring side. Everything was going HHH’s way, as it usually does with ringside friends, and he had managed to get the dead man in a pin. The referee slid next to them in the mat, hands meeting the ground.

“ONE, TWO-“ No three is heard, as lights go out with a boom and the crowd mumbles in confusion. The jumbotron flickers on, first a bright white against the rest of the black stadium before flashing back to black, unreadable font printing onto the screen as static blanketed over the stadium and a faint voice making its way under it. Through the uneasy, unintelligible whispers and Lawler's screeching, the ring floor rattled and pounded. The noise stopped, along with the voice before the words were finally clear.

“And they can, they can say we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Silence rung once more, the crowd stunned into silence by their confusion, before the lights were on once again on. A collective shock ran through the building as their attention went back to the ring- Chyna let out a yelp and rushed through the ropes, where The Game lay bloodied on the mat with no remnants of whoever it was besides a sledgehammer- much similar to one he had used months prior on The Rock. The sledgehammer that won him his match, and ended the fued with the other man.

AUGUST 26TH, 1999- THURSDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN

The crowd roared with life, anticipation building within every single fan like it did every night. Road Dogg and Chris Jericho, two men beloved by many in the crowds, continued their conflict, the crowd bringing the level of excitement and encouragement to the superstars they always do. As the match continued to build, and tension rose, Road Dogg managed to get Y2J in a submission hold after grabbing a hold of his ankle. Just as Jericho's hand went to tap against the floor, the lights went out.

Once again, the Jumbotron flickered bright white before the color drained and reappeared in the blurry word, the eerie noise returning, and forcing its way into everyone’s ears. As the ringside announcers reminisced on the last time they saw the bright, white letters on the jumbotron, JR recalled that last time, the words were a bit blurrier, and now they seemed to be moving.

In the midst of the darkness, stuck in fear and shock, the arena sat in horror as they listened to one of the wrestlers struggle against the unknown attacker. It sounded rougher than last time, as if they had become more bloodthirsty.

No clear words rang through the air, only demented whispers followed by airy breath and sometimes a frightening laugh. The attacked wrestlers - still, no one knew which one- cries of anguish turned quiet and it was assumed the aggressor had finally stopped. But the lights still refused to turn on, and everyone watched as the blurry words morphed clear.

KARMA, it read.

Seconds later, it was once again gone, and the lights flashed on, its brightness burning, eyes watering and squinting, trying to look for the assailant and assailed. Chris Jericho is stumbling away from the scene with a look of fear at the image of the Road Dogg lying on the mat, much a like to the former incident, yet this time, a thin rope laid next to him instead of a sledgehammer, the same rope that had been used to lock Mick Foley and Chainsaw Charlie in the dumpster a year prior. The same rope that won the match for Road Dogg and his tag-team parter.

SEPTEMBER 6TH, 1999- RAW IS WAR

“Well, starting the night with an unexpected victory folks, the Rock & Sock tag team getting the upper hand over the Big Red Giant Kane, and his equally intimidating brother, The Undertaker!” JR tells the fans, catching up those just now turning the program on.

“Oh, it was nothing but luck! I sure do hope this luck continues tonight, we’ve got Jeff Jarrett vs. Jaqueline next, and boy, I sure hope she doesn’t face the same hope as all those other women have- oh, wait a minute, what's this?” Lawler’s gross intentions were put to an end as the stadium went dark, the jumbotron flashing white then black then black before painting a jerky picture of backstage. What seemed to be a live broadcasting camera drops from black gloved hands and onto the ground next to the silhouette of s groaning mans-Jeff Jarrett, laying bloodied on the floor. Yelling from somehwere far backstage echoes through the hall with panicked, running footsteps while an acoustic guitar, held by the thinly gloved hands makes it way into the frame. For a second, they just loom over the man before the guitar is lifted, revealing their big black boots and the bottom of their long black coat, before its brought back down on the moaning man. The yelling down the hall becomes louder, and the person steps forward, raising their shiny, black boot and giving the camera a death-delivering stomp.

“What the hell was that?” King spoke as the lights turned back on and the screen turned off. Though this person in blacks actions were confusing as to why, the what was clear. The world had been speaking of Jeff Jarrett and his disgraceful use of the acoustic guitar to the two famous legends in womens wrestling, the Fabulous Moolah and Mae Young.

“I think your dreams have come true King, with the way Jarrett sounded, and hell, looked, it sure seems like he won’t be performing anytime soon. I’m quite sure this is another famous attack, from who we’ve learned goes by Karma, and if that is true I’m sure he was put in a figure four lock to go with that guitar besides him.” The world spoke of his torture to the poor women as well, putting them in one of the most famous submissions to exist.

SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1999- BACKLASH, E&C VS. THE MINISTRY OF DARKNESS

“We welcome you, to the sold-out Providence Civics Center, we welcome you, to Backlash! Hi everybody, I’m Jim Ross alongside the King, Jerry Lawler, and ladies and gentlemen, Shane Mcmahon dropped a bomb on Sunday Night Heat, the Stone Cold-Rock matchup for the WWF title will be no-holds-barred, King!” At Lawlers appreciation, JR continues. “And if Stone Cold lays his hands on referee Shane McMahon, Austin will be disqualified and lose the WWF title.”

“That’s the way it should be, I am so sick and tired of everything going Stone Cold Austin’s way. Well, tonight Stone Cold, if you’re worthy of being a champion you gotta big job in front of you, pal.” Lawler continued his hateful ramble as the two teams came out, the lights darkening with The Ministry's entrance after a very nervous looking Edge & Christian.

Both teams showed great strength in the ring, with a countless amount of flawless moves as the match progressed, and though The Ministry seemed to have an great amount of intensity, the other team of ‘The Brood’ was able to get an upper hand with a quick chair shot to Mideon thanks to the distracted referee. It didn’t seem as good of a choice as they thought it would be when Bradshaw looked them in the eyes from across the ring, shaking his head with a fearful look.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Edge and Christian simply laughed it off, believing the man was trying to threaten them. And then the music hit. But this time the lights didn’t go out.

“I think we’re due for another visit, JR! Or maybe they're playing tricks or something, these lights are all still on.” King commented the obvious for the people at home, and as he finished his sentence it was made clear there was no trick.

First the black boots step out in powerful strides, the long coat following behind. With black and white face paint covering the top half of their face, no pupils visible in their eyes, they made their way to the ring, chair in hand. Karma.

“My God, I don't think this is any kind of trick, King, I think this is who’s been attacking all of these men! By the looks of it, I think this Karma person is…affiliated with The Ministry of Darkness.” JR continued as he watched E&C escape from the consequences of their actions and run into the crowd, leaving an angry Karma with The Ministry, who seems to pause for a moment.

They fit right into the group, all black clothes and a killer glare, deadly enough to put you into the ground or make you run the other way. They fit right in until they swung around and hit Mideon with the chair meant for Edge and Christian as Bradshaw begins to back up the ramp. In all of his years in this company, he’d never felt the chill that the backstage had held the past months. Never had he seen so many grown man afraid, so many cheaters unwilling to cheat.

“Well, I don’t think they're running with The Ministry.” King summed up, earning a sarcastic comment in response from JR. All comments turned into silence when the only standing wrestler turned to them, death stare stinging into their faces as they began to stalk over to the table. Grabbing the microphone from where the ring announcer had left it, they spoke.

“I do not stand for any groups, nor any single man here. I do not stand besides anything besides whats been written already, what I have to fix.” They looked into the camera as they continued to speak. “Your actions will have consequences and I will be them. Do what you wish, but know, I will be watching. Listening. I will rip you piece to piece if that’s what it takes, and I will not stop until she has told me to. I will not stop until fate comes for you- until Karma has her way.”

They let the microphone tumble from their hands, still staring down at the camera. Seconds later, their white eyes grow wide and they face up to the ceiling. The lights go off one final time, and Karma is gone with them.

look at my posting on the thirteenth on the thirteenth hour after my lil poem w thirteen 🤭 it’s my fav number and fun fact, my bday is august 13th and Jeff’s is august 31st so obviously we’re soulmates!

Lemm: I dont trust anybody but me, i won’t listen to you or anyone else!

Five seconds later: there’s a woman in my head telling me to do this and I’m listening ig (also turned into batman there for a sec)

I’m sorta trying to go by the story line of the time, just completely ignoring that the New Brood was a thing and that the Hardyz wore those lil flower pants for a bit but other than that all of this was like real matches, real dates, except for the dialogue during the Jeff Jarrett part lol

Judgement Day? Nah i only know Karma🤚 I don’t know how I got here and this definitely wasn’t what I was planning but it happened and ngl kinda luv it sooooo whatevs

OOOOHHHH AHHHHHH (I’ve been doin that around the house all week just like mr Leati Joseph Anoa’i himself)

#BONESBODYSOUL #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy #jeff hardy imagine #wwe #LIV WRITES;*!#RAHHHHHHH #jeff hardy‼️‼️#I LOVE HIM #he’s not even in this one lol oops #character development ig

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