#me and kris are best friends if they don't like YOU that's your fault

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"kris doesn't like us!!!" speak for yourself they literally made me a cage just for me

#deltarune #my art #kris dreemurr #unfunny joke alert!!! #me and kris are best friends if they don't like YOU that's your fault #maybe you didn't feed them enough moss #ever think about that? #no. you only think about yourself #ummm i put gaster in there but idk if he's still gonna be the guy who kills our vessel in the end #if this doesn't make sense in the future...... im gonna update it i guess #goddamn. 1k notes...

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Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at - An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic

Chapter 1: Late Messages and Phone Calls

(I made a cover for this, whaat? With text messages from the fic edited onto flip phones? Yes, I did 😄🤗)

Word count: 1757

Reader: gender-neutral (no pronouns)

Spoilers: season 3 episode 12 (& in later chapters for at least S03 E15) Stop reading here if you want to avoid the spoilers :)

Plot: After Ed left his position, seemingly due to Oswald's love for him, the mayor's left with his no one but other best friend, you, who comforts him as best as possible, all while Oswald tries not to lose you as well - or accidentally tell you that he's in love with not just Ed but you.

Meanwhile Ed hopes to destroy Oswald from within, making him doubt his own perception by playing evil tricks on him.

At least he tries to do so. There's still you, who he's kept in the dark so that he could hurt Oswald unexpectedly.

However, he'll soon ask himself whether it's worth seeing you hurt by Oswald's poor state.

Warnings: canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state, a lot of angst (Ed's hate for Oswald)

Author's note: I originally just wanted to write some comfort for Oswald for this episode and well, Ed needed to be there for the original hurt to be there, so I made it Nygmobs x reader 🥰

Also on AO3

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Ed had chosen not to tell you his plans. You would only confront Oswald, ask him whether he had truly killed Isabella, acceleratung the process and taking away from Oswald's suffering, and oh, how Ed wanted him to suffer!

He'd tell you in time, when he had captured Oswald. Once you knew that Oswald had killed her, you wouldn't like him anymore, and then Ed could take Oswald's life.

You'd be sadder about his betrayal of Ed than about his death. After all, Ed's relationship with Oswald's was just as good as yours to the mayor, so wouldn't your reaction be the same?

Ed didn't know for sure and it was plaguing him. He didn't want to hurt you.

Everyone you love gets hurt sooner or later, he heard a familiar voice inside his head whisper. It had been piping up more over these last weeks, at least more than it had when everything had been alright. When Oswald's concern had been a lie.

What a pretty lie it had been: spending time with his best friends, going on dates with Kris-Isabella, even before her, life had been like a daydream.

Not anymore. Oswald just had to go and destroy everything!

Ed balled his hands into fists. He had to be quiet, otherwise his whole plan might blow up.

Checking his muted phone one last time, he read your message from before again:

No, I won't be at the manor tonight. Why do you ask? Are you coming back?

Or just for a visit? You can call us anytime. Or just me.

Whatever it is that made you leave, I'm sure we can find a way to make things work.

No, we can't, he thought grimly, when a new message popped up that made his heart clench:

If this is about Isabella, it's okay too.

What is it about her? he thought alarmed. Did you know about her murder?!

A new message appeared:

Don't let what Oswald said bring you down. Even if you only knew her for a short time, it's alright to still grieve.

Did he still grieve? Ever since turning his ideas into plans he had thought about her less and less. All that was on his mind was his revenge, Oswald and you.

Thinking of: he started typing but then figured it would be best to wait until later. That way he could stall for time, make you expect less from him, only seeing the grieving boyfriend.

He was about to close his phone when he saw one last message:

Can we meet sometime? I want to make sure you're alright. Plus I haven't seen a friend for a long time.

He closed the phone. He hadn't seen you in too long indeed. And it was all Oswald's fault. He stood ready in the Van Dahl mansion near the switch for his illusion. Oswald would pay.

Until the finale however, there would be many more a step.

For the ones tomorrow, he'd text you this evening. He was already thinking of the phrasing.

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After Oswald's encounter with what he was sure was his late father's ghost, he wanted nothing more than to be held by the two people he loved the most.

Unfortunately he was so shaken that it took him a minute to even walk to the bathroom to splash water onto his face.

That didn't help much and so he just stood there, frozen on the spot for half an hour, both of his legs stiffened uncomfortably, until he finally had to move to shake the feeling back into them.

He dialled your number first, not wanting to alienate Ed and knowing that you had already been ready to comfort him in the last weeks, without even knowing why exactly he was so sad.

The only thing you knew was that it had to have to do with Ed, who had resigned from his position as chief of staff and left the manor to live elsewhere.

When you asked, Oswald had merely said that it didn't matter, that it was criminals' business you needn't worry about.

You worried about it. Just a few weeks ago, you had believed Edward, Oswald and you to be be an inseparable trio, but now it was weeks since you had last seen the brown-haired man.

Oswald worried as well. After calling you four times, he decided to ignore his fear of annoying Ed, and called him. Twice. Then he waited until the hour was early instead of late to call again. Ed would simply have to see it as the emergency that it was.

After all, reciprocating Oswald's feelings or not, Ed still treasured their friendship...didn't he?

He had looked so shocked when he had heard Oswald confess his love, his hand raised so defensively.

But then in the library..."You're my best friend as well, Oswald" resonated in his head. If only he was more than that.

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As soon as Oswald had gone to the bathroom, Ed had quickly gotten himself and the paid actor out of the mansion, and texted you when he was alone again.

I'm free tomorrow but after that I'm not available at all. Can you keep the day free?

He knew for a fact that you could. Lately Oswald had been clearing your schedule so that he could be comforted by you at any time.

You responded soon after:

Yes, I have the day off

When are you free?

Ed replied immediately:

I don't know when I'll be free yet, but maybe early on. He'd try to choose a time that would keep you away from Oswald for as long as possible.

He could tell you tomorrow that he didn't have time in the morning. Or for lunch or in the afternoon and so on and so on. Most importantly: you wouldn't be there to support Oswald when Ed's plan to make him freak out on Margaret Hearst's live show came into action.

The phone ringing mere seconds after Ed texted you made him light up at seeing that you were obviously waiting for him to respond.

Ok, I could always wait for you.

Ed smiled at your eagerness to see him. Your meeting would be wholesome. Unlike Oswald's bad, selfish possessiveness.

Wonderful! I hope he can spare you for a few seconds, I've missed you ;) Ed typed with a similar jealousy, not realizing his own hypocrisy...and not thinking about the hope that wink would elicit in you.

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A wink... Had Ed mistyped? Edward Nygma, the man who sometimes sent comically formal messages? The man who had once asked whether this was "an adequate symbol for philandering via text" when he had dated Isabella?

In the last days his texts had lacked any trace of humour. Maybe he was feeling better.

I probably shouldn't interpret anything into a single letter. Maybe he tried to write a smiley and missed.... but he'd told Oswald once that he tried to proofread all of his messages just in case. Maybe he hadn't been wearing his glasses...which he almost always wore. Maybe he was...maybe he had had tears in his eyes?

Your heart ached at the thought. Seeing him so heartbroken after Isabella's death was horrible, add to that not seeing him at all, not even receiving written riddles...

You felt with him...and yet at the same time there was that insistent piece of jealousy, which was questioning why he would think more about a dead woman he had known for little more than a week than about his two best friends.

Of course you understood that he wasn't merely mourning the librarian but also his chance at a new chance of love. So despite it not feeling right on first thought, you'd let him grieve for as long as it helped him.

Just because there was someone else in love with him didn't mean that he was considering to give them a chance. It would be selfish of you to assume that.

Even if you were almost certain that you weren't just assuming. Before he had met Isabella, you could have sworn that there had been something else than friendship between him, Oswald and you.

He'd give each of you compliments with a lot more admiration than necessary, throw admiring glances your ways and lean towards the two of you as if he was being pulled in by a magical force.

Perhaps you were just projecting your love for them onto him; maybe he had only been beaming with joy because he treasured this friendships, which you definitely did as well.

It could be that he only got so close because he didn't understand the idea of personal space...even if he had once made a very hurtful jab at a politician who had stepped too close during an argument.

Still, maybe he just didn't have any previous examples of good friendship to base his behavior on.

When you thought about these things individually, the chance of him having had a crush on Oswald or you didn't seem big and there was almost always an excuse, but adding all the looks, compliments, leans, touches, smiles and talk of fate together, you couldn't help but think about your secret hope: that he had been, maybe even was, in love with you and Oswald.

Then the day he had handed in his resignation, you had been afraid that you'd lose him, that it had maybe just been living together and that he'd forget about you once he no longer saw you.

Yet he proved you otherwise when he texted you after leaving the manor, explaining that he needed time away from anywhere he had been with Isabella and that he hoped you would be alright without him.

He asked a lot about that, about whether you were doing okay, whether he could do anything for you.

What he didn't ask about was Oswald, at least not beyond inquieries of how he was doing, which only proved to you that something bad had happened between them: otherwise Ed would have already heard from Oswald himself and Oswald wouldn't constantly ask you about Ed.

It seemed a hopeless case. You should let go of it already. He and Oswald didn't even talk anymore.

Just then your cellphone lit up. Ed had sent you a new message:

I've really missed you.

You could almost hear his voice, low and comforting.

I've missed you too, you wrote back. Oh, how you still loved him!

Missed you a *lot*, you added.

Author's note:

To be continued.

If you have any comfort regarding this episode and the ones before it, please share, seeing Oswald so down was very hard for me to watch and still hurts after writing this! 🥺😓

And of course let me know what you think of this, and let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Chapter 2->

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[purpleandstarlight]

@hateweasel I'm back with more past DLTD reactions!

-Me: Okay so apparently it was a year since Alois was last put in detention and he lost his 'fame' as a delinquent?? Character development. I mean, he's in detention right now, but still-

-Me and my best friend being Travis stans is a costant. We were hype about him FINALLY having a Travis PoV chapter.

-Travis, in that chapter, says that if Cielois ever got engaged, he would be sure to give them a discount, wich i found really sweet. Now I'm wondering, in the future... were the rings made by Travis' mother or did Ciel commission them from someone else? I don't remember...its been too long..please tell me if you're reading this, Hate.

-Me losing it from how funny it is that everything happens at Warwick (despite knowing that it's bc it's the MCs' school) upon starting the Black Annis case and musing about how the other students should have just gone to Weston or some other less chaotic school.

-So, during the whole Ciel-Fights-Alois-While-Under-The-Effects-Of-The-Fear-Poison, Ciel says "Your blood tastes just as good as the rest of you" and I was like "I really didn't want to know that"

-After hurting Alois and coming back to his senses, Ciel is scared and feels guilty so he keeps avoiding him, wich hurts Alois as well as himself, so the whole household is upset about the situation in return. When I told my friend about it, she went "Nooo they're in their divorce arc!" and it killed me 💀

-I was talking about how Cielois & Co were scared of the council kicking up a fit and killing them bc of the drug controlling Ciel, but I was calm bc I trust Integra, and tbh that was my modus operandi about most if not every interaction the demons ever had with HELLSING...and I'm not even a HELLSING watcher/reader...

-Btw i also stanned Oliver's dad EXTREMELY. He's a good man and a good father.

-I was really sad about Alois not wearing the short shorts anymore bc they were funny to me. Now I'm not anymore, tho I gotta say I always missed his crossdressing? Like although he did it so often mostly for attention (as he himself says in the sequel) I gotta say I miss the "So what's wrong if I'm a man and like to crossdress?" thing he did. Luckly Kris picked up the slack and crossdressed in that Pride chapter. U GO KRIS.

- So Integra goes into the specific of the experiment to Humanize Ciel and then asks everyone if they're okay with saying he's innocent in the attack to Alois and everyone but one gets his hand up and I was really mad abt that one but then I found out that it's just that the guy was asleep bc he was extremely old and it was really funny to me.

-About the paintball fight the 7 did where (I think) the others put Alois and Ciel alone in two different teams thinking it would put them at a disadvantage, my friend was like "I love how they did that bc if Cielois was together the others would be defeated in half a second (Bathroom Break included in that time)"

- Me: I still don't understand why the rest of the Seven is like "You guys never do anything chill and normal!!" like...The fashion show?? The summer vacations?? The host club???

My friend: Exactly, c'mon! The fact that like half of those ends in chaos anyway is not their fault...

Me: LMAO. I mean, though, most of those went normally? The only chaotic time I can think of is when they found out about Luka's soul being back and had to make a whole ass ritual in the basement to give him a body.

My friend: Still normal enough if you ask me.

Me: Yeah, normal teenager behavior 💀

My friend: Everyone does that!

#DLTD Thoughts

[acertainmoshke]

🧥 🍎 and 🌙 for the October ask game!

Ooh these are some good ones, thank you! I'll start with Cold Iron for this ask. And under a cut because, predictably, this got long.

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

You know that scene in Leverage where Parker and Elliot are trapped in an ice cave having a deep conversation about how they have a darkness Hardison doesn't share because of who they are, what they've been through, and the things they have to be willing to do? That's basically Shakatra and Doug. By the time they meet, both are considerably more likely to kill casually and, while not exactly enjoying it, both understand it as a necessity so their better friends can be safe. Shaka introduces him to the idea of wandering deep into a rain-dripping forest and screaming at the top of your lungs, and Doug takes them to seedy bars to chill for once. Both of them are usually the most dangerous person in the room (Doug is human so of the two, Shaka is much more of a danger but compared to other humans Doug is awful fast and mean). They can both be kind of dicks in a very much not joking way, but it's refreshing that neither of them is bothered by the general grumbling, complaining, and insulting.

There WILL be some friendship drama but I'm not nearly far enough to know what it is yet.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Oof, does Shaka ever. This is actually my really self-indulgent darkness hit here. Not only were they an unwanted changeling child (in the early 1900's!), but their mother determined that rather than abandon them to die it was better to punish them for the loss of her real daughter. So they were abused and bullied throughout childhood, struggled as an autistic inhuman kid in school, got beat up by older brothers until they were old enough to strike back. But they stayed, even after they met Kris and understood that leaving was an option, they stayed because of their baby brother Richard. He was the only one who actually liked them, and they took care of him and protected him back.

What they're trying to hide is that they killed him.

They didn't, of course. Probably. If I really want to go dark I'll make it accidentally their fault, but as of right now what happened was he accidentally fell off the fire escape in a fight with his mother, and Shaka wasn't fast enough to save him. Both of them fell 7 stories. They weren't human, they survived with only bruises (and the general idea that they were unkillable and should test that theory as much as possible). He...did not. They ran away after that, and as of book 1 it's the only thing they haven't been fully honest with Kris about.

In later stories, they are also trying to hide who they were back at the beginning of the series as they learn to be less violent and have more compassion, they don't want to admit who they used to be.

🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

There haven't been a lot of these so far, but I'll do my best...

Ok, there haven't been any so I'm just going to write something. This takes place towards the end of the first book.

It was good to be home, but the platform seemed smaller than before. I took the stairs two at a time and spun on my bare feet at the bottom, letting my body fly into the nearest wall. The air stirred slightly and I raised my hand instinctively to catch the box of cigarettes. Kris, holding Jack on one hip, winked at me. I flicked the first one and the end sputtered into glowing life. I let myself take a long, comfortingly familiar, drag on it before flicking another one to life and placing it carefully between his lips, on the side away from where Jack snored against his shoulder. Maggie looked around and dropped Cassie's hand. Cassie, released, swayed until she almost collapsed, stumbled, and blinked up at the flickering lights. Maggie adjusted her glasses. "Think we could get some fire or something in here?" I went to share a glance with Kris, something like We've never needed one before, but he was already moving. There was a pile of paper bags in one corner with paper wrappings flung on top from all our diner meals. There may have been a trash can at the bottom of the pile at one point, but it was impossible to tell anymore. He tossed several into a small mound in a more central part of the platform, under a light. And then he threw his cigarette in the middle. Maybe it was the oil that soaked through the paper in big greasy stains, but it worked surprisingly well. Soon the fire flickered up almost to my eye level, the smoke drifting lazily up the stairs and down the street. "I'm really tired," Cassie said, yawning. She was leaning against the grubby tiled wall, in stark contrast to her blue silk gown, and tugging idly at one dark pigtail. We settled the kids into our old nook. They had enough room to burrow under the blankets until both vanished entirely. There wouldn't be room for two kids and three adults, but that was a problem for future us. The fire blazed. Warmth crept into my fingers and toes for what felt like the first time in my life. I lay my head on Kris' shoulder and he didn't pull away. He was huddling into the circle of heat and turning to ask Maggie if she wanted to try our diner tomorrow, which was definitely better than the one we met her in. I still didn't understand why this made her laugh, but things were good again and we were home and safe and actually warm and for just this moment that was all that mattered.

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#moshke writes #writeblr #cold iron #ask games

[hazzybat]

BoMartin girlies do I have a gift for you!

Set in my Joker Out Monster AU

Technically this is set after next chapter/chapter after that but I don't think it has spoilers of anything we don't already know.

Enjoy Bojan taking about feeding Martin

"Why didn’t you ever feed on me?" Bojan asked hesitantly over the phone. He was sitting on the couch of their living room, a hand running through Kris’s hair as he slept on Bojan's lap, drooling on his thigh.

"Because it was you." Martin responded simply from the other end of the line.

"What does that mean?"

Martin huffed humorously, "It means I love you you idiot. Also I didn't know if I even could drink from you. I'd heard some weird stories about demon blood. "

"What does loving me have to do with not drinking from me?" Bojan asked choosing to ignore the second part of the sentence,  "Don't a lot of vampires have mates they feed off? Was I not mate enough material?" The tone was joking and light, covering up the deep little part of his heart that was hurt. He'd loved Martin deeply and always would. Maybe not as lovers and mates but certainly as some kind of impossible connection. But time and circumstances had decided they weren't to last. Once Kris had arrived Bojan couldn't deny the strong feelings between them, his affection shifting to him. He loved Martin, but they simply grew apart, their relationship changing from romance to friendship.

It hadn't been his fault and it hadn't been Martin's. Their connection was strong enough to survive the break up, coming out the other side just as strong as before. They were friends, thick as theaves and once or twice Martin would still help him feed, still remembering just how to touch him or whisper in his ear to best please him.

"Feeding is... complicated my love." Martin cut through Bojan's meandering thoughts, "You of all people know that. I only wanted to drink from people I didn't much care about. Easy, simple things that could just be food. And I liked the variety it brought. You mattered too much to me to drink from you."

Bojan hummed as if he understood. Martin continued knowing him too well by now.

"You remember Gabriel? Before you met him he loved drinking from his mate. Got almost addicted to it and when she got older and couldn't give as much he took it pretty hard. Almost died when she did. That's why he was...  well why he was like *that* when you knew him.

I guess I almost didn't even want to start that. Didn't want to think about what would happen if I loved your blood as much as I loved you and then one day I couldn't have it anymore,"

Bojan didn't know what to say.

"Did you know my blood is apparently also an aphrodisiac?" Bojan said, wanting to change the topic to something easier and lighter before he could dwell on Martin's words.

He heard a chuckle over the phone

"It doesn't surprise me considering the rest of you is a damn aphrodisiac. You did say you were horny like all the time so I imagine that transferred over somehow. You probably taste like pure syrup with how sweet it would be."

Bojan blushed a bit at Martin's playful flirting. It was so easy to slip into that old rapport. He carded his fingers through Kris’s hair, who snuggled closer in his sleep.

"You always tasted amazing," he said softly.

Neither spoke. The evening sun shone through the living room window, warming Bojan's tired body.

"What makes you ask in the first place?" Martin asked eventually.

"There was a thing with Kris. Fucker didn't get his supliments for like 3 weeks and I had to give him my blood just to make sure he'd be okay. It had some.... interesting results," Bojan explained, ruffling Kris’s hair playfully. He did it a bit too hard as Kris began to stir, Bojan shushing him softly and lulling him back to sleep.

"Shit is he okay?" Martin's voice was laced with concern once Bojan made a contented noise at hearing Kris’s soft snores again.

"Yeah he's fine now. Gave me a damn heart attack though," Bojan said.

"I can imagine. You always worry about him. Send him my love will you?" Martin said warmly.

"I will. Oh and Martin?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I love him. Really love him," he looked down at his lap and smiled happily as Kris began to stir once more, eyes blinking open slowly and looking happily up at the demon.

"I know you do darling," Martin said "I love you"

"Love you too"

#bomartin #monster hearts #jo monster au #more soft and fluffy from me??? #what is this?? #ficlet #a few people asked about Martin feeding and so here's your explanation #JO Monster AU side stories #JO Monster AU worldbuilding

[mymarifae]

Part of me wonders if Kris maybe resents Noelle for some reason? They don't want to go to the festival with her, the tea doesn't heal much and they also jumble the friendship bracelette so it doesn't spell "friendship", plus the whole Dess thing might be the reason Asgore lost his job. I don't think they hate her but maybe just don't want to be friends with her since from what it seems they only hung out due to family association.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm. nah

no offense to your thought, anon, but i think that's not very true at all. kris shows again and again that they care about noelle so, so much, and she's one of their deer-est (hehe) friends in hometown. they get upset if you make them step off the button during that one two-button puzzle, even if you do it before noelle can get too close to the electric forcefield. they don't want to cause her to be hurt at all

they don't want to go to the festival with her... because they would rather susie ask her out and they tag along as the very willing, genuinely happy-to-be-here third wheel. you say the tea doesn't heal that much, but i mean? 70hp is quite a bit? it's more than what ralsei's heals them for. and the friendship bracelet bit seems way more like the playful (100% harmless) teasing that kris demonstrates throughout cyber city via various equippable items.

to say they "only hung out" due to family association discredits a lot of their experiences and how they were inseparable as kids. like noelle says, they know each other better than anyone else. i think... it's just complicated. no matter how close you might be, mutual trauma experienced at a young age Does Things to a relationship.

being around each other, it's hard not to think of those brighter days, before dess's disappearance. when they were happy and innocent and blind to the world's cruelties. it's hard to maintain a friendship under those circumstances, but the bond will always be there. like i dunno i feel like saying that kris resents noelle because dess's disappearance cost asgore his shitty idiot job puts kris in a very selfish position...? not that it's an unreasonable response for a kid to have. but it's just. kris is unbelievably selfless. they have a huge heart with a lot of love in it...

i think a far more likely scenario is that kris thinks dess's disappearance is their fault, and every time they see noelle’s face all they can think is "oh. i did this. i did this to her. i hurt her this way. and her family." and that guilt is just eating them alive. and is another contributing factor to the way they've drifted apart over the years.

her tea doesn't heal them for as much as susie's because they don't feel like they deserve her love and gentle friendship after what they've done. they mix up the letters in the friendship bracelet because is it fair for them to be her friend after what they've done? she doesn't even realize how much of it "was their fault" (obviously i don't think it was actually their fault at all). and it's why they're so sensitive to the possibility of hurting her - they've already done enough damage to the holiday family, haven't they?

but all the same, they love her. she was their first best friend. it would be so nice to go back to those days, wouldn't it...

#who knows of course kris is a little hard to read at times but i just super do not think they resent noelle At All #mailbox

[miserablecreachur]

Snippet request: Wheeler Yuta with the line "That championship looks great on you."

💛💛💛 Have a great day!

hhhhhhhh thank you so much anon! I love this request and hope I do it justice & that you enjoy it!!

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The days since winning the ROH Pure Championship had passed in almost a dreamlike state for Yuta. Sure; he was still sleeping on Orange Cassidy and Chuck Taylor's couch, and sure Trent still hated him, and of course Kris still treated him with vague indifference when not choking him out... But everyone else had sat up and started to take notice of his talent. Approving looks and congratulations were forthcoming, in ways they hadn't been before.

He was now sitting backstage, before a show, belt over one shoulder and water bottle in the other hand. He had an appearance with the belt that night, and he was simply wasting time before he got his call to set. It was good, to have the time to himself. Time to reflect. To think about his win, his losses leading up to it, and his friends. Best Friends.

That was the name of the faction he was apart of. That he had joined to hone his skills, to move up the ladder. They'd been more like a family than a faction to him, since he joined. Truly. Which he loved, but creeping doubts had start to set in. About how much a family could truly push him to improve.

And then... William Regal. He'd heard plenty about the man before he joined AEW, and hell, he'd even been an admirer of his work. Regal's top two choices had been Jon Moxley and Bryan Danielson, and Yuta couldn't fault him for that. Top talent deserved top talent. Still... He hadn't been able to stop himself from approaching the man. To try and give his own show of respect.

Everyone knew how that had gone, and some stinging shame still lingered. Not from the slap, but from the words that had come after.

'Go on and prove yourself a little more, boy.'

His face was hot just thinking about it.

And then, as if summoned from his own musing, he spotted the older man walking down the hallway. He was alone, and Yuta found himself sliding off the stack of tables he'd been sitting on, setting his water bottle behind him and running his tongue over his lower lip.

"Oh, that's very kind of you, young Yuta, but hardly necessary."

The confusion on his face must have been evident, as the older man smiled, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder when he was close enough to do so.

"Standing for me, I mean. I'm hardly royalty."

"Maybe wrestling royalty, Sir." He wasn't sure what had compelled him to say that, or anything at all. But his comment drew a pleased sort of grin from William Regal anyway.

"How kind." A short pause, and then, "that's what I like to see, by the way. That championship looks great on you."

Instinctively, Yuta's hand reached up, pressing against the front plate of his belt as he nodded, wishing he didn't have the feeling of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Ah, now don't let it go to your head, young man. Don't let it go to your head. But I must say, it's certainly the kind of thing that makes an old beggar like myself take notice! I did mean it when I said you've been impressing all of us, in the Club." As Regal spoke, he'd reach out, a few fingers trailing over the belt plate, as if testing the man that held it. "Moxley will take some time to come around, of course. But he will. I'll see to it."

The last words were spoken almost conspiratorially, and Regal winked, which left Yuta feeling himself go a little pinker. Still, he'd keep his composure, nodding as he spoke. "Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it."

The hand that had caressed his belt would wave off his words. "Think nothing of it. Now, I must be on my way. Enjoy your night, young Yuta."

"Thanks. You too."

As Regal retreated further down the hall, Yuta was left to lean back against the tables, running a hand through his hair.

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short aew fic requests

#short aew fic #wheeler yuta #william regal #kayfabe rpf #aew #asks #my writing #I really hope you like this anon! #You didn't include another character but I felt like that line should have been spoken my someone to Yuta #rather than Yuta to himself #which is an idea I played with as well #anyway I went with flirty rather than angsty #which I also hope is okay

[mrfandomgage]

Ralsei: Do you have any stories?

Me: yeah, a few. As my name may apply, most are to things I enjoy

Ralsei: Oh? Can y-

Susie: Hey, we're back!

Lancer: I'm here too!

Me: Do you wish to hear a story?

Susie: A story? Can it at least have blood?

Kris: Susie, not everything needs blood. What does your story have?

Me: Death, violence, blood

Kris: ...

Susie: Yeah!

Ralsei: uh, how bad is it?

Me: I probably can't describe it as well as normal, but it's of my favorite creation. I'll tell the origins, the original story, and revisions.

Lancer: ...

Me: yes Lancer?

Lancer: Can I have some popcorn?

Me: yes

*One popcorn break later*

Me: thanks for the microwave Jevil. Is everyone ready for the story?

All, plus Jevil: Yeah!

Me: The origin of Night Terror. Originally, she was only meant to be a Roleplay character. A character to be nothing but a puppet, for evil actions and tom foolery. However, she needed a backstory, and concept. I took from dreams and nightmares, and my little understanding of Freddy Krueger as a "Dream Demon" to kill in people's sleep.

Me: Her original story was bad. "Oh whoah is me. I've been killed to an uncountable number, and now I'm a being of pure vengeance that killed everyone in the world". So instead of dropping this character like others, I gave the ideas flesh and bone. Instead of being uncountable, it's uncounted and exaggerated. Instead of nonsense violence, I gave the violence flesh, abuse, to a point that'd break bones for one off action. Instead of being the sole reason her world died, it died around her as she got used to killing. I left the blood on her slit throat to let others know, she's already dead.

Susie: that sounds cool and all, but are you going to tell a story?

Kris, Whispering: Susie! Rude!

Me: No, I find that fair. Now one last stage to let you know her life being alive. Her true name is Frisk. She was a girl who was very, tired, in her world. I designed it to beat her down, just so she'd be willing to kill anything. Of course, it was hard for her, she was naturally a pacifist. She is a dream, a soul of positive energy. In a world of nightmares, they hated the energy she put off. Her own parents murdered her as a baby, but all they knew is that she put off less energy, when she woke up. So they devised to keep her energy low. They'd give her old hard as coal beds to keep her restless, if she was happy with a day, they'd shout at her for any tiny mistake or fault even when it wasn't hers. Those parents hated her favorite things, like vibrant yellows, and gave her only greys and traditional purples for special occasions, not that they wouldn't make those purple items irritable. Best of all for the parents, all they knew was that if they had really wanted to beat down their little girl til she bled on the carpet, not fully knowing they already have, she would be in misery for weeks. They never gave her bruises, she never had evidence when waking up again. She was bullied at school for sleeping at her desk, and when it got physical, it was something her parents could taunt her for. She had a friend, but he'd demean everything she said of herself. She tried to hang herself once, but when she woke up, all she could do was cry. One day, one the rare occasion she was forced to be out on the schoolyard, kids were talking of a legend. The kids taunted Frisk, stating what she believed herself. "Nobody wants you, you should climb into Mount Ebott, so you'll never return". That day, she confided in her friend, of her "nightmares" and the thought of Mount Ebott may ending her for good. Her friend tried to sew doubt into her mind of this plan, in the end, only making her cry, and giving her more reason to see to it that she could die. In the dead of night, she only took a flashlight and her purple clothes up with her to that mountain. She entered a cave and found a deep hole. She stepped to it, stood with her back facing the drop, and plunged herself into the underground. It took her a while, but she woke up. She woke up. She woke up. She was upset, but her friend was right. She met a giggling flower. "Ah, another human. You seem different, but does that matter? Have fun in your grave!" Frisk smiled at the thought of dying. She walked the tunnels and carved out cave to find a floor of spikes. She tried to drop herself onto them, only for them to retract from underneath her. While getting up, she notice that only sets of retracting spikes are sharp, while the ones that were out were as dull as rocks. She marched on, growing tired, and falling asleep in the halls. When she woke, she was in an old used bed, it was remarkable compared to home. Getting out of bed, she left the room, and tried to leave the house. Approaching the downstairs door, she caught flame. Her nerves screamed from end to end in torent pain, her lungs prayed for oxygen only taking in the smoke and ash of her own body, blood and flesh. She tried and tried and burned to ash, she finally found the monster burning her flesh, admitted she wished to leave. Learning that the monster didn't want her to leave. The monster ran to the exit with Frisk hot on their tail. Screaming and crying, the monster attacked her, I shouldn't have to say, but she had died multiple times. She became exhausted, and moved without thought, with her only thoughts to be to improve her movements, before falling to the cold. The snow was biting her senses, even though she just got some sleep, she was exhausted. As if she was walking for days. A loud snap reminded Frisk of her bones. She dropped to her knees in the freezing snow, and drops thinking something broken. In the first time in a while, the girl had a real friend. The friend talked to her, he convinced her that she was ok, and knew a place where she could rest... sorry, my throats getting dry

Susie: Awww... It was just a little interesting

Kris: could be better if you extended it

Me: I literally don't have enough text space or patience to do that yet. Trust me, I've wanted to make this story whole for a while.

Lancer: Can she at least be a little more happy? I mean, she is a dream and-

Me: no, she's constantly weakened by negative influences, mainly her own thoughts after what her parents did to her. Her only friendly relationship with other humans is still one that undermines her own thoughts and feelings. Her only dream, her only hope, is to not be useless.

Ralsei: it's good... but I have a question. Why was she born a dream?

Me: Dreams and Nightmares used to share a universe, and even though they started to hate eachother doesn't mean they didn't mix. After a rift of magic, the worlds split, and Dreams became a recessive trait to Nightmares and vice versa. It became extremely unlikely, but there's still a chance in one in a billion.

Kris: Why are monsters separated from humans?

Me: the amount of magical power to create that rift was only created by the power of monsters. Humans feared if war were to break, they too could be thrown into oblivion. Seven mages forfeited their souls to bind monsters and whoever entered. Monsters realized that they couldn't break the spell, due to the power of the seven souls, even with their collective power... can I please stop talking?

Jevil: How does she come back after dying?

Susie: When does she murder people?

Me: After blending her soul, Susie. She comes back because dreams were extremely persistent, practically a bunch of immortals. Nightmares knew this when they shared a universe, but as I said, they had a few generations and forgot. The only thing that can truly kill a dream is when they have no dream for themselves.

#undertale #ralsei deltarune #lancer deltarune #lancer #ralsei #deltarune jevil #jevil #susie deltarune #susie #kris #kris deltarune #night terror

[jinxthequeergirl]

That night

Quentin smith x reader

Summary: a story in which Quentin dies at the hands of freddy and you are left to grieve.

Warning: DEATH AND ANGST!

~~~~~

You stared blankly at your shoes kicked out in front of you with your arms folded across your chest and a spaced out look on your face as your new therapist continued to speak.

"y/n are you listening?" you blinked slowly a few times before looking up at her. "Hmm?...yea! Yes Mrs.newton I...I'm listening."

She sighed looking at you disapointedly. "So...like I was saying in going to ask a few questions just to get a sense of-"

"How bad I am?..."

"That's not reall-"

"No I get it....ask." she opened up her folder on her desk as you adjusted yourself on the couch in front of her looking up at her with your same blank expression. The one that seemed to be frozen on your face ever since that night.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as she finally settled on a paper.

"Alright so I have just a few basic questions I need you to answer and then some things your mom asked me to review with you alright?"

You nodded spinning your braclet around your wrist. Answering her basic questions with easie. Things like "what hobbies do you have?" "favioret type of music?" silly things like that.

"So would you mind telling me why YOU think your here?"

You let out a heartless chuckle and rolled your eyes looking down at the braclet. "My mom thinks I'm crazy..."

"Why would you think that?"

You looked the answer froze on your lips when you saw him standing there behind her. Face barrely even recanizable cuts all across his torso, his eyes where shut and he breathed slowly.

"y/n?" Mrs.Newton called, your breath seemed to be lost as he just stood there from behind her.

"y/n, what's wrong? What is it?" she looked behind her at the spot where you stared."y/n, answer me, please."

"Que...Quentin?..." You called ojt scooting closer to the edge of tge couch. his eyes shot open revealing black pits instead of eyes and his mouth opened to speak but blood poured from it you jumped back letting out a horrified scream and shutting your eyes. "y/n! y/n! Calm down!" Mrs.Newton had moved from her desk to sit next to you and you opened your eyes not seeing him anymore.

"What happened? What happened?" she yelled attenpting to calme you down, you breathed shakily as she did so, still staring ahead at the corner.

"I...I...I saw him...He was-" if tears wheren't sliding down your face already, they where now.

Mrs.Newton sighed. "Listen to me sweetie...your mother tells me you haven't been sleeping properly now from what I can tell that was simply just a-"

"Micronap?" You interrupt pulling your eyes from the corner. " No...No I know that...I know.." She nodded and moved back to her desk. "Well if you know that...why won't you sleep? You are clearly struggling to deal with the effects of it."

"Be...because..."

"I'm all ears you can trust me."

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out as you let your mind wonder to that night.

~

"Hey isn't that it?" you pointed at the preschool just a few feet ahead of the three of you catching both Quentin and nancys attention.

"Yup that's it allright." You nodded starting twoards the building but Quentin grabbed your wrist stopping you from going ahead of them. He let you go when you looked at him frowning as he did so.

"C'mon lets get this over with."

~

"It's my fault he's dead...I should of just stayed awake then i could of waken him up...but..i.."

"y/n,who? Quentin? Nancy? The other kids they found murdered at the preschool with you?"

You nodded slowly,pulling your knees to yojr chest.

"y/n What happened to them was out of your controle-"

"That's not true! you don't understand I could have saved him! He was my best friend and...and I let him die....I let then both die!"

Tears build in your eyes again upon just thinking about it. "Your right I don't understand...but maybe you can tell me so I can understand and help you."

"...it was the same thing with dean, Kris and Jesse....we just wanted it to stop. We wanted HIM to stop!"

"Who?"

~

You grabbed an old lantern from the floor clicking it to life and handing another to Nancy. The place was quite, cold and musty even the slightest sound set you on edge. You walked close to quentin in fear of losing him. "Here!" Nancy called shining her light on a small opeining in the wall, covered by wooden planks poorly nailed to the wall to cover it.

The three of you set to work on pulling them apart, until you where finally in.

~

"Y/n freddy kruger has been dead for years...he can't...he couldn't.."

"You wheren't there! You don't know!" You yelled. She sighed. "Your right...my apologies...why don't we wait to talk about that night...what's sometging you would be comfortable with?"

You shrugged helplessly and continued to play with the braclet on your wrist. "Thats a beautiful braclet...where did you get it?"

"Quentin..." You repiled with a mumble.

"He must have really loved you to get you something like that."

"I mean i guess."

"How about we talk about him, it'll help both of us."

"Ok..." You stated slowly.

~

All you had to do, was stay awake while nancy slept. But neither you or quentin could do that. You both ended up falling asleep cuddled next to eachother.

And then befire you knew it freddy had you pulled into his chest his fingers ready to sclice your throat open and quentin looked on horrified.

"Let her go.." He sayed shakily.

"Quentin... Wake up!"

"No..y/n...its going to be ok...just let her go you fucker!"

Freddy laughed. "Ooh going to play the hero now are you?"

He took a deep wiff of you hair before grinning. "I might just keep her."

With out thinking, he charged at the both of you knocking freddy down.

"Y/n lets go!" He took your hand and started running.

You both looked back every once in a while to check but, you where both stopped when freddy appered infront of you and plunged his knifed fingers deep into Quentins chest.

"No!"

You stumbled back as freddy let him drop. "Y/n...go!" He cried out.

You looked around and grabbed one if the hot pippes burning your hand and waking yourselve up.

"Quentin!" Yiu turned to him in your seat.

"Im fine, im fine..."

You brought a hand up to your mouth looking at the wound in his chest.

"No,no...nancy-" you stopped and fell back seeing freddy had already got to her.

"Y/n get out of here."

"Quentin.." You sat next to him again taking his face gingerly. "Evrything is...everything is going to be ok!" He smiled weakly and leaned up best he could and kissed your cheek.

"Go..."

~

"Bring her back every week and i think eventually, she'll feel comfortable enough to talk about it." You mom nodded.

"I should warn you she had a micronap in the middle of the session..."

Mrs.Newtons voice fadded out as you sat in the sitting room of the theripists office. You looked ahead once again seeing Quentin appere in the seat across from you, black holes staring at you blankly, hurt. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

The truth was you wheren't sure what Freddy did to the two of them, you ran to the to leve of the preschool like quentin had told you, you could hear him scream as you did so. But you saw there bodies and thats not how you left them.

"I'm sorry..."

"What was that?" You opened your eye's to see tour mom infront of you. "Nothing! I...just sleep talking..."

"At least your sleeping...somewhat...c'mon we have to pick up your med refills and dad has dinner cooking."

You nodded and followed her from the office. You looked back and still saw him sitting there but this time freddy sat next to him, holding his hand and waved at you.

"Sweet dreams." He smirked and blew you a kiss.

#quentin smith headcanaons #quentin smith x reader #quentin smith #dead by daylight quentin

[withtheghostofblue]

//5? a year later.

ive waited just about a year to say anything. I've gotten most my stuff back. I've finally figured out why everything hurt so much. i was in love with you. i gave you my all thinking you had feelings as well. i see you're happy with him now, and I'm happy for you. that's all I wanted for you. i let you consume me for so long. I'm poly, you knew this. i don't think you understood that I had such strong feelings for you. your sparkle in your eyes. i wanted a life with you. i had a text drafted out telling you all of this. i don't know where it went. i should have left your memory where it was. I've checked in on you every now and then. i finally started talking to people about you. they all love you. they know all the good. that's all i wish to let people know. they know you're gone but i told them it was my fault. i know now its on both of us. its not as black and white as i wish it was. i had such strong feelings and i thought you felt the same way. now i see that you're happy and in love with him. I'm so proud of you. i hope you're healing from everyone and getting to a place in life that you wish to be. i still see you in my dreams. i still see a few random pictures i have of us. i don't think ill delete them. i still have the lock screens you sent me for various things. i still let people call me blue. t took our song and made it something i can listen to now. you'd really like her. we're together now. imagine that, I'm in my first poly relationship. i had a breakdown yesterday and went on a 40-minute rant about how we ended. i hate that i was so scared of rejection and i lashed out. I've gotten to the point where i can talk to people about things. i have some close friends. i think you'd really like them. you'd think ben is the best. silver is back as well. hayden would probably piss you off just like kris used to. in the fun but slightly aggravating way. tais is amazing. shes helping me learn that its okay to speak my mind without it being tragic. i can speak to her about anything. i finally asked her out on the 29th of January. we had been going back and forth since mid-November ish. she met me in august, she didn't know how much she changed my life when she first came in. she writes, almost like we do. but hers is poems. hers flow so well. its not just a blurb of whats being said that needs to be spilled. shes from brazil, that's where shes been this entire time I've known her. shes 18, almost 19, but just behind us in school. meaning shes looking at colleges now. shes such a good student she had 18 universities accept her. but she decided to go to Roanoke University in Salem. shes moving across the world for 4 years. shes gonna be 25 minutes away from me. our parents don't know anything much about us aside from were close. they said she can stay here over holidays because shes not gonna go back home. brazil is kinda shit anyway. its crazy to think shes gonna be here. its pretty great. there's still things that i see and i think ill send to you. but instead i just look at it, smile, and walk away. if you wanna come back into my life that's okay. i think I'm ready for you. i just wish we could figure things out and it stops ending so suddenly and harshly you know? i always thought we would be living together somewhere just having the times of our lives, and that hurts. but ive learned to live every day like itll be the last day i have with this person. i love louder. i dont say i love people anymore. not even k. it feels wrong when its not said to you. mum still wonders how you are sometimes. i check on that world we made together on minecraft when i promised i would teach you how to build and it didnt really go well. i still make our jokes and shit. theres so much i wanna tell you about. but i worry youre done with me.

//i guess this will be more than one part.

[junker-town]

Ben Simmons don't need to shoot no damn jumpers to dominate

Here’s how he can carve up teams without ever launching shots outside the paint.

Here’s the beautiful thing about basketball: it doesn’t really matter how you make the ball go in the hoop, it’s just that you do it often enough to not be Matthew Dellevedova.

Ben Simmons aka Baby Bron aka OG Shrimp On The Barby aka Yung Layups is a prime example of this. So many of you Internet Dweebs keep complaining that Simmons NEEDS to have a reliable jumper. That he NEEDS to space the floor. Something Something about stats and analytics and all that shit.

No. That is a lie. If you are distracted and think you are angry please look at Ben’s very nice fade and it’ll make you smile. See. That’s nice.

Anyway, Simmons doesn’t need to shoot the basketball ever until he actually knows how. Matter fact, someone should throw apples at him anytime he tries to. Shit is ugly. His jumper looks like a stapler flinging open.

What he does need to do and what he does better than most walking humans is get to the basket. If your basketball team possesses a “Baby Bron” and that Baby Bron is matched up with some trash wing defender, you would like your Baby Bron to run at him full speed once you clear out the weak or strong side of the court or create an isolated pick-and-roll situation.

Like here against Otto Porter:

Please observe, again, this time on Noted Bad Basketball Player Kelly Oubre:

Oubre literally waved his arms in multiple circles to try and play defense. Then he slid his feet under the screen (which is dumb but also kinda what he was supposed to do but also not really) and met half-speed Simmons on the other side. That’s kinda dumb. You should jump in front of the screen and stay attached to Simmons’ hip so he can’t generate GODLY BASKETBALL POWER.

But this is Noted Bad Basketball Player Kelly Oubre. Thus, he did whatever dumb thing he wanted to in an attempt to prevent Philadelphia’s Baby Bron from scoring. He did not do that. Because he is Noted Bad Basketball Player Kelly Oubre. Thank you for trying, Kelly. We will see you again.

The other great reason Simmons doesn’t need to shoot no damn jumpers: fast breaks exist in this here game of basketball.

Synergy Sports clocked Simmons being involved in transition opportunities 26 percent of his total offensive plays at LSU. In transition he was a ball-handler over 60 percent of the time. The only person in the same draft class that did better was Kris Dunn and Kris Dunn is very actively trash at this here game of basketball.

What that means is that whenever Yung Layups gets a rebound Philly’s Baby Bron can transform into Baby Magic and do whatever the fuck he wants in the open court. At times, that will look like this:

I feel sorry for Bradley Beal because, I too, would not know how to deal with one of my Large Basketball Sons running at me in the open court. I’d be like a matador. You can go right past me. Don’t look at me like that. Sometimes business decisions gotta get made when the only true descendant of whatever basketball planet LeBron came from is coming right at you.

Transition offense also works beautifully when you pass better than anyone else on the court. At LSU, Simmons was the best passer of any freshman forward or center in 17 years. He was also the 10th best passer of that same time span if you include all college frontcourt players of any age. No player in that top 10 was taller than 6-9. Peasants.

In a simpler way, please inject this into your eyeballs:

Beal ain’t wanna deal with that. Otto Porter ain’t wanna run to catch that. And Noted Bad Basketball Player Kelly Oubre just sat and watched. Great team effort from the Tied For 1st Place In The League Zardos.

Lastly, Baby Bron will destroy your weak defense (because no one man can hold Simmons) with that good ol’ dribble drive penetration. Mmmmmm. That’s the stuff.

This time Otto Porter decided he ain’t want them hands so he tagged in Other Noted Bad Basketball Player Marcin Gortat. Who, lol, I’m sorry, I have no clue what he was trying to do. It’s not his fault Porter ain’t wanna fight this fight after losing so many times all night. I get it. But Gortat has the lateral quickness and agility of Tom Brady after eating an avocado. He was set up to fail.

Oh, and Kelly Oubre was there, too. We don’t have to discuss it. But I know y’all saw him.

Anyway, friends. Let’s just agree to never ask Ben Simmons to shoot a damn jumper again. He is godly enough for a dude who was just able to drink legally. Maybe by time the Sixers are in the Eastern Conference Finals again (soon, btw) he will be able to shoot from 15 feet.

Other thing: even if he can shoot I hope he doesn’t. I’d rather watch all these assholes try to stop him. We know how the movie ends, but that doesn’t mean you don’t watch the Will Smith flick to the finish every time it comes on.

[flauntpage]

Washington Capitals Fans Don't Deserve This Much Agony

Washington Capitals fans have done nothing to deserve what the Washington Capitals have done to them over the past decade. They are not a spoiled fan base. They've packed the Verizon Center since 2008-09. They are Charlie Brown, and year after year they truly believe they are going to kick the football, and year after year Lucy pulls it away.

The new and torturous ways of losing that the Capitals have concocted for their fans is something you wouldn't wish on any fan base in any sport.

Well, maybe Dallas Cowboys fans. No, definitely Dallas Cowboys fans. They deserve pain.

But the Capitals are a relatively new franchise, having entered the league in 1974. In their 43 years of existence, they made only one Stanley Cup Final appearance, in 1998, when they were swept. Yeah, the fans didn't really begin to arrive in droves until the Alex Ovechkin era, but Capitals fans aren't front-runners as much as they are masochists.

Pick a hockey fan base and you can muster at least an ounce of joy from their sorrow. Blackhawks fans? Sure, every fan has an origin story, but it sure is convenient when that origin story coincides with the team's first Stanley Cup in a million years. Rangers fans? They're a cocky group considering their team has one Cup in nearly 75 years. And don't even get me started on a fan base that demands the coach speaks French and encourages pregame ceremonies for some third-line dude who won four Cups five decades ago.

Some fan bases make it easy to loathe them and the team, but how do you have anything but pity for the people who have been wearing Nicklas Backstrom jerseys for the past ten years?

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The only possible reason to hate Caps fans is the guy who blew his god forsaken horn inside the Verizon Center a dozen times a game, but even that stopped this season. There was no reason to revel in the latest crushing defeat at the hands of the Pittsburgh Penguins on Wednesday night. Quite frankly, you're a monster if you did.

This year, the Penguins gave the Capitals probably their best chance to finally reach the third round during the Ovechkin era. No Kris Letang. No Matt Murray. They used a .908 regular-season goaltender for all seven games. Sidney Crosby missed a game, then played the last three (in all likelihood) without completely recovering from a concussion. They had to come to D.C. for Game 7 after losing two straight. And they couldn't make it happen.

It's hard to imagine a more soul-crushing loss for a fan base. The Capitals dominated the first ten minutes. Then the Penguins got a goal. Ovechkin hit the shaft of Marc-Andre Fleury's stick. Then the Capitals squeezed their sphincters so tight that air won't escape from their ass for weeks. Then a turnover led to yet another soft goal against Braden Holtby. Once they were down 2-0, it was a pathetic, panic-fueled performance over the final 15 minutes.

The Capitals couldn't even give their fans a one-goal game for the final two minutes.

Imagine if this was the fate of another team. The Flyers. The Bruins. The Kings. Anyone. You would have taken out your phone at 2-0 and texted your friend who roots for that team every joke your mind could conceive, and you would have done it for about 30 minutes in real time. There would have been lols and lmaos and bitmojis or whatever the hell young people text to piss off their friends in moments like these.

I don't know any Capitals fans, but if I did, I would have knocked on their door with five minutes left in regulation. We would have reenacted the scene from Good Will Hunting when Robin Williams tells Matt Damon it's not his fault over and over until we both broke down and cried.

After that, I don't know. I'm pretty sure my hypothetical Caps fan friend can't take a cross-country drive to see his estranged girlfriend at Stanford to feel better. I wouldn't have let my friend read what is perhaps the most unconscionable postgame quote in the history of Game 7 losses.

"We didn't lose the series tonight," Backstrom said. "We lost it the first three games."

Capitals players stayed on the ice after the game to salute the fans. Photo by Geoff Burke-USA TODAY Sports

For years, Caps fans have defended and rationalized their team's epic playoff failures. It was a crazy performance from Jaroslav Halak that one time. The New York Rangers just have our number. The Penguins went on to win the Cup in 2016, so there's no shame there.

You refused to accept the choking narrative. The Capitals are soft? That's not the reason they've lost. It's just the story the media loves to push.

And how is your faith and dedication rewarded? With a Backstrom quote that reveals a mentality that has crippled the Capitals when the chips are down. The Capitals didn't lose the series in Game 7? They lost it the first three games, one of which was a Capitals victory? You've dug your heels in for this team for years, and you discover your franchise center was carrying that belief in his mind? That's what he's falling back on when things get tough in a Game 7? The series was already lost before it was half over, and you hear it from a guy who was a non-entity in Game 7?

You don't deserve this, Caps fans.

So what do you do now with an off-season that's sure to change the face of the franchise for years? What's the plan now that the championship window is shut for good with this core?

Give up.

Take it from me, someone who's dead inside when it comes to hockey: let go. It's an unbelievable feeling. When you don't root for a team, no team can hurt you. No team can take your disposable income and piss it away right in front of you. The Caps loss bugged me because I (stupidly) picked them to win the Cup, but about five minutes later, I was over it.

If you don't love a team, a team can never hurt you.

The Capitals checked out on you; it's OK to check out on them. Things will only get worse from here. It's time to bail on this relationship before it gets worse. You gave it everything you had for longer than you should have. Now it's time to be single. Get to know yourself. Have some you time.

And if Backstrom ever sees you and asks why you lost your love for the Capitals after Wednesday, tell him, "I didn't lose my fandom this year. I lost it the first three years you were on the team."

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