#im gonna decal it EVENTUALLY

[squishkitt]

jesus fucking christ this thing is big

[quillsareswords]

May I request angst? Like. Hard. Sad. Tear-jerking angst? Damian, related. Specifically with him breaking down into tears and Y/N being there to hold him and help him feel better. It can be about anything, im just. Really, really in the mood for some teary-eyed Damian and comforting Y/N (who might be crying too).

Prompt List • Masterlist (in bio)

For a whole of ten minutes, no one knows what to do.

Your bottom lip quivers, so you bite down on it.

Bruce's eyes are watering, but he ignores it and hopes everyone else in the room does, too.

You pretend not to see Damian's hands shaking, because you know acknowledging it will only make it worse. Everyone knows that.

The white walls and cheery sticker decals seem to mock the three of you on such a truly wretched day. People smiling and grinning with their pets, and here the four of you are. It's crowded already, but you don't relinquish your space on the floor. Your hand runs over sleek black fur robotically for too long.

Bruce stays behind to finish with paperwork and arrangements. You walk Damian out to your car, instead of the one he came in, with Bruce.

You drive home. You and Bruce both suggested staying at your apartment for a day or two, but he insisted on going home for the night. You don't blame him, wanting the comfort of absolute familiarity.

The twenty minute ride is silent. The radio isn't even on. Nothing can make this any better.

You all try your hardest, though. Alfred meets you both at the door with warm drinks and brownies. You accept the platter while Damian bee lines for the staircase.

Even Alfred seems deflated and tired.

He sits on the bed the minute he's through his bedroom door. Stares blankly at the hardwood.

You inhale deeply, doing your damnedest to hold it together, for his sake. He needs a solid reassurance right now, and you can't be that for him if you're a blubbering mess of mascara and grief.

You turn around just in time to catch his eyes drifting to the corner of the room, beside his reading chair. His gaze lingers on the fluffy, memory foam square for exactly 27 seconds before he starts to tear up. He sniffs a little indignantly, slants his eyebrows, and looks back to his hands. They jerk your way about the same time his lip starts to wobble.

"Oh, Dame," you breathe, half staggering toward him.

His arms wind around your legs and his face squishes against you. His shoulders jerk with a sob and your shirt is wetly warm.

You smooth one hand down his back and use the other to run between locks of hair in an attempt to soothe him as much as you can. You know there is nothing you can really do, but you do your best.

The room is too quiet. Memories are flashing through his mind, and he cried harder with each one. You've never seen him sob like this before: like his world has completely collapsed and there's nothing he can do to fix it.

Your chest aches for him. The way his face twists and his fists ball your shirt wrenches your heart. This is where you give up being strong and sink to your knees instead.

He follows you to the floor, until you're holding each other up, the choking sputtering sobs of lost loved ones stabbing through silence like an angry deer's antlers.

You loved that dog as much as he did.

You get a grip on yourself first. Your breaths are stuttered, but more even than his will be for awhile.

You resort to motherly comfort, because you don't know what else you can do. You pick a random tune and hum softly, rubbing long strokes up and down his back while you rock side to side. An image of Titus' great head in your lap catches your eye, up on his wall, and your vision blurs again. You keep it to quiet tears, though.

He eventually calms down enough not to shake so violently in your arms. His head weighs on your shoulder, fingers loosely toying with the cotton of your shirt. Much like yourself, his breathing is nowhere close to even or steady, but it's getting there.

You inhale deeply. "We're gonna be okay, Dame," you exhale slowly against his ear. "We're gonna be okay."

[zyzix]

yknow before the neo trailer got dropped, i had been thinking about how easy it would be to make a twewy/p5 crossover where neku and akechi are partners in the reapers game. but since im never gonna write that take a list of the shit i would have included if i did

-number one favorite thing about the potential of this crossover is akechi and joshua shit talking themselves by shit talking the other. every time it comes up where they give their take on each other something hypocritical as hell gets said. which i find extremely likely, and Fucking Hilarious. also can be the kind of thing where as the story goes along your not sure if its ironic or self-depreciating

-akechi doesnt even get into the reapers game the normal way. josh sees him and goes ‘HM thats weird how did he get here? this isnt really my problem to deal with.’ ~ somehow ~ joker has to convince him itll be interesting to let akechi play.

-idk how but i want ann and shiki to interact. (eri: no!! MY seamstress bff) 

-akechi starts out with his Good Boy Mask for teamwork’s sake because APPARENTLY our HEALTH IS POOLED TOGETHER.

-neku is still just enough of a misanthrope to immediately peg akechi as Fake As Hell, but has grown enough that now HE’S trying to get akechi to like open up and connect and shit. he has no idea what a can of worms it is he’s trying to open

-since things are weird again and neku is dead again he figures that whenever theyre not trying to solve a mission he and akechi should go and try to talk to the composer. After explaining to akechi what the composer Is, akechi thinks. and he goes “so this composer has the final say on who lives and who dies? Hm. kinda fucked up; maybe we should kill him?”

-neku of course is against this plan of action, and Eventually explains that the reason he thinks just talking to the guy would be good is because theyre friends. he thinks. probably.

-A:”How’d you make friends with an urban demigod?” N:“Well it happened when i died the first time” A:“you just told me that he doesnt normally involve himself directly” N:“...ok he killed me” akechi looks into the camera like he’s on the office

-neku keeps beating akechi over the head with The Virtue Of Trying To Connect To People and it gets to the point where he says something and akechi calls him “the power of friendship guy.” neku, with great apprehension, is forced to realize that Oh God I AM the Power of Friendship Guy.

-self indulgent descriptions of the weird ensembles they have to wear to clear walls, and akechi’s particular anger towards it

-one could go a few interesting routes for akechi’s entrance fee, but i’d probably settle on it being joker’s memory of their promise. since he stepped in and all.

-making use of the shop decals (and i hope this is in neo) to talk to shiki and other still living friends.

-akechi’s persona being limited to a pin or phone summon 

-any point where beat and ryuji are both present, one of them gets called “skull” and the other reacts

-yusuke’s opinion on minamimoto’s art either being awe or disgust and no in-between

-actually ann and ryuji would immediately have it out for math bitch

-rhyme gets along really well with all of the velvet room attendants (ok lbr who doesnt rhyme get along with but the adages break the ice)

-honestly rhyme probably gets thru akechi’s thick skull before neku does

-and finally, imagine all the horseshit akechi would have to say about the mission riddles. from smug humble bragging at solving one to utter derision at their logic.

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