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okay-j-hannah · 5 years

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Synonyms For Home

Smosh : Prompt

Damien x Reader

Word Count: 3486

Warnings: Just the most relateable ish I’ve ever written... except for having THE actual Damien Haas in my life 😭 I heckin’ wish

Request: ““sometimes home has a heartbeat” First of all THANK YOU for writing damien haas because I can never find any inserts of him :( also I chose this dialogue because I really like it and can be used in a friend to lover thing? I’d like a angsty gone fluffy one? I often run away from potential relationships and I’d like something based around that. thank u for doing what ya do <3″ - @dancingpanda137

Prompt:

31. “Sometimes, home has a heartbeat.”

Note: I completely understand running out of Damien Haas fics 😂 I have definitely read about 99.99% of the content out there! Also I totally feel your pain about running away from potential relationships... this was a lot of fun to write!

A/N: At one point you’re going to have to stop running away from every potential relationship; there’s more to life than just stressing about it

Part Two: Homeward Bound

(this gif... This Gif... THIS GIF... ThIS giF... What am I going TO DO WITH MYSELF?!)

(Y/N) was speeding down the office hallways, a satchel at her side along with multiple plastic bags on her arms and a large drink carrier in her hands. A pencil stuck awkwardly from behind her ear as she mumbled the checklist she'd made earlier that day.

Sharply turning a corner without hesitation, she made it to the meeting room and gave a quiet, but swift knock. She opened it carefully and wiped her face of concentration to replace it with a wide grin.

Ian paused his presentation of a fresh project by waving at (Y/N) and gazing excitedly at what she brought.

"Don't mind me," she whispered, the same thing she said every day when she made her deliveries.

All the Smosh Pit cast were there, including the Squad, Tommy, Monica, Matt Raub, and Garrett. They were going over ideas for Smosh Winter Games, something that hasn't happened for a few years.

But (Y/N) was more focused on getting her own job done, starting with the drinks and passing them to their corresponding owners. She did it in such a fluid motion that no one doubted their cup was exactly what they ordered.

Next, she opened the plastic bags digging into her arms and handed out sandwiches and salads, as an added treat. She normally pitched in a few extra dollars to buy a better lunch for her coworkers, and she could see the speculating eye from Matt Raub as he accepted his deluxe.

She put her best smile on and waved a hand, "Don't worry about it." And before she left, she reached into her satchel and extracted a small box of cookies, "For dessert."

And before anyone could protest the homemade treat, she ran out of the room with a few more drinks and meals to pass out.

This was such a frequent occurrence for (Y/N) and the Smosh Family. She had become kind of like the mother of Smosh, taking care of the numerous little things while still finding time to take care of the cast and crew with goodies and smiles.

That didn't mean she never got stressed.

Her step was quick again as she made her way back through the halls, waving at a few friends as she went. That checklist in her head never seemed to grow smaller:

Get Damien his coffee

Give cookie box to Smosh Games

Find Sarah for guest star progress reports

Check to see if Damien actually ate his lunch

Write paper about that Tinder for Hotdogs idea

Give Tommy a hug and see how he's doing later

Invite Shayne to the hangout Damien came up with

Text Courtney about filming in her tiny car

Find Damien a date for...

Someone crashed right into (Y/N), sending the last few cups of coffee into the air and all over her shirt. She jumped at the steaming hot liquid, pulling against the fabric to keep it from her skin.

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry (Y/N)."

She winced and peered up to see Damien's sympathetic face, "It's... It's fine. I'll - I'll just bump a few things on my list and go get changed and grab more coffee."

He immediately knelt down to pick up the remnants of the cups and carrier, "I'm guessing this one's mine? Serves me right not looking where I'm going."

He gave her a smile, his eyes crinkling up as he did so. It made her heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry about it. I'll just..." she was still holding away her sticky shirt, closing her eyes and thinking hard, "I'll figure something out."

Damien sighed, "I just ruined your whole agenda, didn't I?" He picked up her pencil and quietly slid it to behind her ear, "Please don't stress out about it."

She had to give herself a few seconds to process his last sentence before continuing, "Um... that's almost physically impossible at this point. With summer ending we've got to find a whole new season of things to do."

He listened but contorted his brow at how uncomfortable she was standing there, "You know I have one of my Smosh sweatshirts in my office. You want to change into that? Get yourself out of brewing in your own shirt."

When he laughed at his own jokes it made (Y/N) stutter so uncontrollably, "Uh... actually, that'd be really nice. Then I won't have to drive home when I run more errands."

He led the way to his desk, smirking, "More errands? Do you just intentionally want to give yourself a busy schedule?" He extracted a colorful pastel sweatshirt and handed it to her.

"Well, who's going to pick up the new Mario Party release?" she walked away to change in the nearby bathroom, "You have to film today."

It only took a minute to change, but maybe two minutes to stare in the mirror and tell herself she was wearing Damien's sweatshirt. Not to mention smell his cologne from the collar.

"And I know that if you get stressed out, I just stress out more and then there's this whole cycle of intense panic." She paused when she met him at his desk again - he was holding her satchel and a strange look was in his eye.

"You look cute."

She had to focus all her energy into not widening her eyes at his words, "I got to go, thanks for the sweatshirt! I promise I'll get you something else later today for that coffee fiasco." She was practically running out of the room by the end of her sentence.

It always took a few minutes after a talk with Damien to convince herself that he only saw her as a friend. That he cares about her because he's her friend. That the possibility of getting so close to him was absolutely terrifying.

But she had to push past it, always the one to run away from those potential relationships.

She had to hurry back on her list if she had hopes to finish everything before the big hangout that night. And by big hangout, she meant Damien, Shayne, and Courtney. (Y/N) always considered scenarios where Damien was involved a big deal.

Completing a majority of running errands and skipping her own lunch to do so, she ran over to Smosh Games to deliver cookies and catch up with Wes and Mari. Whenever she could, (Y/N) always tried to make time to talk to each of the cast and crew.

It's always nice to know you have a friend at the office.

"Guess what I brought?" she flashed a dazzling smile, opening her satchel.

Wes practically flew as he turned in his chair and wheeled towards her - thankfully his headphones were Bluetooth and not attached to the monitor.

"Suckers? Cupcakes? Oh! Please say it's..."

(Y/N) extracted her homemade box and shook it in front of him, "Chocolate chip cookies."

Mari wheeled around too, "You're going to be the sole reason he's gonna have a sugar coma later."

He practically squealed, a large childish smile on his face, "You're too good to me, (Y/N)." He quickly pulled one out and took a bite, "Oh... you are way too good to me."

She laughed, pulling Damien's empty chair from his gaming console to sit down, "Where is everyone?"

Mari shrugged her shoulders, "Probably sneaking around to plan my reception."

Wes paused in his munching and widened his eyes, "Hm? I - I thought they were..."

"I know they left you here to keep me distracted," Mari smirked, "I also know that Peter left you guys in charge of ensuring I'm a happy bride - so don't lie to me."

Shaking a few crumbs from his fingers, Wes rolled his eyes, "Fine. They're coordinating who's decorating your car."

"Which reminds me," Mari flashed her gaze back to (Y/N), who was fidgeting in her seat. "Have you found yourself a date for the wedding yet?"

Wes gasped and nodded enthusiastically, "I thought for sure he was going to ask you by now."

"I'm not asking anyone out," (Y/N) stated adamantly, "You know I'm no good with... wait - did you say...?"

"I thought you were just going to go with Damien," he paused before quickly adding, "As friends."

(Y/N) felt the heat residing in her face, panic building in her chest, "No, I was actually supposed to find Damien a date later this week. I didn't want him to go alone."

"But you are?" Mari asked, leaning across the desks, pointedly raising an eyebrow towards Wes.

"I'm not the best at the whole dating - relationship thing. So, it's best if I just stay out of it."

Wes mumbled, "With the amount of stress you handle every day at work you'd think going on a date was nothing for you."

(Y/N)'s breathing was hitching, her trying to hide her fidgeting hands at the subject, "Can we please talk about something else?"

"Is that sweatshirt new? I've never seen it before," Mari was smirking again; she knew full well whose sweatshirt it was.

It took Wes only a few more seconds to realize it as well, "Did Damien give that to you?" He had the biggest fan boy eyes (Y/N) had ever seen.

But she was consumed with her own overwhelming emotions. The thought of so many people rooting for Damien and her to get together sent her nerves to the maximum. Sure, they were really good friends, but only that.

Any other possibility would melt her insides.

"Whatcha guys doing?"

Damien came waltzing into the room, followed closely by Joven and Laser. His eyes fell immediately onto (Y/N) sitting stony in his chair - the sight made him smile, but he hesitated.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" He was always the one that stepped in before she fell into a full state of panic, unbeknownst to him that he was normally the subject of the panic.

"I... I just - I don't know."

He walked over and outstretched his arms to her, giving her a sympathetic gaze to will her up to him.

Joven snapped his fingers to grab the attention of the other SG members, crazily pointing to usher everyone out.

(Y/N) sniffed and averted her gaze, finding her legs disobeying her to a standing position. And Damien wrapped his arms around her, holding her so tightly.

She was consumed by his presence, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. Hugs from Damien weren't uncommon, but they were always nerve-wracking.

"I told you not to stress out today." He rubbed a hand up and down her back, "But I definitely ordered your favorite food for tonight just in case. And we can play whatever game you like - even the scary games."

"But Shayne hates the scary games," she mumbled, the pang in her chest resounding at his comfort.

He laughed, "Shayne can hide behind the couch."

She could feel his heartbeat against her head. It pounded until it resided into her mind. It was always that that calmed her down. It was the same feeling she got when she was safe at home after a long day.

Was his heart beating a little fast?

"Feel better?" He pulled her back slightly to get a good look at her face.

She wished his arms were still around her, "You know I always do when you're there."

There was his laugh again that sent a shiver down her spine, "You look a little red in the face." He brushed a finger against her cheek to confirm his suspicion, "You're not sick, are you?"

Lovesick?

"I gotta go. Thanks for the hug, I really needed it." She grabbed her bag and became completely oblivious to how Damien's shoulders sunk. "I'll see you later tonight."

She rounded out of the Games room, smacking the side of her head as she put a hand to her temple. There was a pounding there that she was sure was going to grow into a headache.

She closed her eyes, needing to focus:

Bring treats for the editing room

Gather viewing statistics from Spencer

Not think about Damien

Help Monica with writing Tinder for Hotdogs

Confirm spot on the SmoshCast for next week's episode

Order dress for Mari's wedding

Not think about Damien's laugh

Start notes for the Two Truths episode she was going to direct

Not think about Damien's smile

Meet with Ian about Winter Games

Not thinking about falling asleep on Damien's lap tonight

Buy more ingredients for Wes' cookies

Check that the makeup room is fully stocked

Not thinking about Damien pulling a blanket over her before he would leave

It was almost impossible to concentrate on anything else as (Y/N) entered the film studio for Smosh Pit. Shayne was immediately waving at her and raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

She shrugged her shoulders, pointing towards her temple and mouthing, "headache," over the sound being tested through the mics.

That pounding was still resounding in her head.

Shayne nodded and mouthed back a, “sorry,” before patting the spot next to him on the couch. She gave a short smile and walked over, taking a deep breath.

“Having a day?” he whispered, the mics still being tested above them.

She bit her bottom lip, “Just a little one.” Then she folded her arms and leaned her head against his shoulder.

He started shaking with a laugh he was trying to hide, “You really are having a day. How many times to I get to see affectionate (Y/N)?”

She pouted, lightly smacking his leg, “I just got a Damien hug, of course I’m feeling affectionate.”

“Ah, yes, the Damien hug,” he moved into a character voice, “I’ve seen many a traveler receive one of those and never return the same.”

“Shayne!” Matt Raub could be heard behind the cameras, “I wasn’t kidding when I said we were checking sound.”

Shayne waved an apology and lowered his voice more, “So, that’s two strikes for having a stressful day. One: a Damien hug, and two: snuggles.”

(Y/N) turned her head to bury her face between Shayne’s arm and the couch, “I can’t help being busy at work.”

“But we can help take a load off,” Shayne muttered leaning over and reaching for something near his feet, “Got you a little something.”

She sat straight again, surprised at the gesture, “You got me something?”

“Don’t act surprised. Just because you give people treats all the time doesn’t mean they can’t give you something.” He handed over a medium sized box that was obviously just thrown together, “It was more Damien’s idea than mine, but we went during lunch.”

“Of course it was him,” she smiled, pulling back the lid and finding a few spa day essentials, goodies, and a couple new games for her PlayStation. “How did you know I wanted these games!”

His eyes widened at seeing hers light up, “You always talk about them, of course we knew you wanted them. And we got you some weird bath bomb-lotion-spray-flower stuff.” He threw his hands around as he talked, trying to amp up the quality of the present, “Just... we want you to relax every once in a while.”

A pair of hands came down on (Y/N)’s shoulders, causing her to jump at first, “We knew that one was your favorite scent.”

It was Damien again, hovering near her head as he leaned over the couch. (Y/N) cursed her mind, thinking that she would’ve been able to get away from his perfect eyes in the Squad room.

“Um... we called Courtney to figure that out,” Shayne stated with squinted eyes but a smile nonetheless, “She also was the one who told us where to find it.”

“I like to think I know what (Y/N) likes,” Damien retorted, hands still on her shoulders. “We thought maybe you should get a gift for a change.”

She didn’t know what to say, setting the box down and pulling away from Damien. His hands left a lingering touch on her shoulders.

“That’s really kind of you guys. I – I guess I’m not used to accepting presents,” she watched the strange exchange move from Shayne to Damien. They were looking at her with puzzlement, but she continued, “I thought you had filming to do, Damien?”

He looked slightly downtrodden, “I do – here. I’m shooting a Smosh Pit Weekly.”

A sigh left her lips, but she plastered on a smile, “Oh, I must have my schedule mixed up. You know what that means – I have to go straighten it out. I’ll see you guys, thanks for the...”

“(Y/N), are you avoiding me?”

Shayne whipped his head between his two friends, disbelief hanging in his gaze. He wasn’t sure this conversation was ever going to be brought up. Therefore, he practically skidded out of the studio, rolling off the couch.

(Y/N) could feel that panic filling up her chest, the pounding in her head. The redness was hitting her face again and the oversized sweatshirt was feeling strangely restricting.

“You’re getting red again. (Y/N) what’s wrong? What are you stressing about?” Damien walked around the coffee table and stopped when she took a step away from him.

“I only ever stress out about one thing.”

He heavily sighed, “I’m gonna need you to give me a little more than that.”

As he inched closer, she felt the panic manifesting itself in shaky hands and stutters, “We-We’re friends, right?”

She thought she saw his face dip a little, “Yes? What’s this about?”

“I - I only seem to feel overwhelmed when-whenever y-you're there.”

He paused, immediate hurt on his face, “Oh, I didn’t realize... I thought... I’m sorry that I...”

“But I also never feel better until you are there,” she gazed at the ground. “It’s very conflicting.”

“(Y/N), I think it’s about time we just get a few things off our chests,” he stated, a bit of redness hitting his own cheeks this time. “I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while.”

She finally peeked at him, “I always run away when I think I’m getting too close to a guy. I don't know why, but the thought of being that close to someone really scares me. But it’s also the only thing I can think about.” She watched his face go through a range of emotions as she held her breath in anticipation.

It was his smirk that got to her first, “I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my date to Mari and Peter’s wedding, but you keep running away every time I think I can start talking to you about it.”

Her breathing literally stopped, “Your date?”

“So, you run away from me because you want to be with me?” He was taking a few more steps towards her, practically right in front of her now. But she couldn’t move.

“That sounds complicated,” she whispered, eyes flickering all around his face.

He gave her a momentary cautious gaze, “Do you want to run away now?”

She eyed the close proximity of his face, “Only because you’re stressing me out. But I know I won’t feel better unless I stay with you.”

“Then this is okay?” he was wrapping her into one of his hugs, “I don’t like that I make you scared like this.”

She let out a breath that she felt like she was holding for hours, “I’m only scared about what’s going to happen next.”

She pulled away just enough to see his face, their arms still wrapped around each other. He leaned his forehead down against hers and gazed into her eyes. She swallowed hard, finding her hands moving – one sliding down to his chest and the other to the side of his face, feeling his jawline.

She realized that the pounding in her head had stopped. It was replaced with a pounding happening against her hand.

It was Damien’s heartbeat. The thing that’s been bombarding her all day.

Flickering her eyes back into his, she found Damien giving a slight smile as he peered down towards her lips. She gave a small smile back and before she knew it Damien was leaning all the way to meet her kiss.

It was instant fireworks exploding in her chest. Those spouts of panic fueled the butterflies in her stomach. Wrapping her hand to the back of his head, she tangled her fingers into Damien’s hair.

She could feel him smile into the kiss.

And as quickly as it began, they broke apart. Though they didn’t pull away from their embrace, still touching foreheads.

“I’m not going to let you run away this time,” Damien muttered, keeping a grip on her waist.

“I think I’m here to stay.”

She felt his heartbeat again, fast and strong against her hand. The one thing that’s always been able to comfort her.

And recognition had finally settled into her mind.

Sometimes home has a heartbeat. And home was where she was going to stay.

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A Golden Labyrinth of Noise Part 2 (Damien Haas au)

I hope you’re all having a swell week. Regardless of where this story goes or how long it takes me to write, I really love the direction it’s going. This turned out to be around 3,300 words and who knows how long other chapters would be but this is also the first long-term fiction work I’ve written since graduating college. Thank you to everyone that’s read it, shared it, or given me feedback! I was wondering if anyone wanted to be on a tag list for when I post new chapters? My inbox is always open. Read the previous chapter here, view the whole tag here.

2. Sailing or Drowning

The only sounds in the tunnel were Damien’s breathing and his boots cutting through grit and dirt and mud. He had never felt so alive. He couldn’t believe that everything had actually worked, even if it wasn’t the original plan he had settled on. He was stumbling through the dark, bumping into the stone that seemed to catch him in its arms. The tunnel smelled of musk and piss and rotting food, but there wasn’t another place the prince would want to be—not the labyrinth, not his royal bath with the little waterfall, not near the stables with the royal horses, but here. He couldn’t believe the guard had not only informed him of the passage through the tunnel, but had actually allowed him to leave.

Damien suddenly felt a joy so large in his chest that he began to laugh, the tunnel filling with excitable vibrato. It was as if the rock around him was vibrating. And then, suddenly, he had reached a metal gate. His laughter stopped and he exhaled, listening hard. There was a moment of quiet and then… A drip of water ahead of him, landing in a small puddle just beyond the gate. And, beyond that, the sounds of people and steps in gravel above him. His heart thumped so loud in his chest that he barely caught the sound of clanging chainmail in the tunnel behind him. He had to leave and he had to leave now before he was found out.

Taking a deep breath, the prince put his hand on the cold, dark gate and pushed. It opened with a screech that reminded him of his tutor whom had ground his teeth so hard during their lessons that the healers were attempting to craft him a new set of teeth. He took a few careful steps forward, feeling with his hands in front of him. His fingertips brushed what felt like a metal shelf. He stood still, raising his hand to what felt like another shelf. He grasped it and lifted himself, going up, up, up. The crunching of rock above him as his guide, Damien climbed the ladder until his hand brushed a much sturdier shelf above him. Around what had to be an edge appeared a dim and inviting orange glow. Bracing himself against the narrow wall, Damien pushed his shoulder against the metal weight. It groaned as it lifted and Damien nearly fell down the ladder from the sheer force back at him.

He clutched at the top step of the ladder, breathing hard. Then, with a shaking hand, he climbed out from underneath. His hands were clutching cobblestones, curated nails now lightly stained with mud. Pulling himself up, he was thankful Knight Topp had given him the sack to protect his clothes. He was now standing in a narrow, stone room, candles alight in each corner.

Below him, he heard a clatter. Damien glanced back down into the hole, cursing when he saw Knight Topp beginning to climb the ladder. “You said you wouldn’t try to stop me!” He cried, grabbing the metal cover.

The guard looked up toward the prince. Damien noticed Knight Topp wasn’t winded at all, even with his iron boots. “I’m not trying to stop you,” he replied, looking away again as he began to climb.

Damien roared, pushing the heavy metal cover back over the opening. It wouldn’t be a permanent fix, but it could buy him some time. With that very thought, Damien searched for an exit out of the room. Hands moving along rock and mortar, he finally found a break in the pattern and pushed. The door groaned, stone grinding on stone, as he pushed his way out. When it opened, he immediately recognized his surroundings. He took a careful step out of the stone mausoleum, turning in his place to see his house name carved out of stone above him.

He stumbled backwards in shock, nearly falling down the short steps into the rest of the cemetery. The last time Damien stood in this spot, in this place, he was six years old, his uncle’s body being carried into the stone room underneath a draped piece of sapphire velvet cloth. The sound of Knight Topp pushing on the metal cover forced Damien out of his thoughts. He would have to ask his father about it later—where his uncle really was if Damien had pushed his way out of what was supposed to be his family’s resting place.

Damien left the cemetery and turned into the streets, following the dull orange hues of candle light. Despite the sun having set a few hours prior, he was surprised to see the city’s people still in the streets. He adjusted the canvas hood and took a deep breath, walking to join the crowd.

Damien’s heart felt like it was in his throat as his boots carried him over gravel. Although he had entered the city streets almost a dozen times, each was from the back of a horse during one of the parades celebrating his father’s reign. He had been so busy waving and forcing a smile so hard his cheek muscles would hurt for days afterward, he never actually took any of it in. Without the walls of noise, the city seemed to sigh as it welcomed him inside.

Candles were alight in upper windows above shops and through the flame flickering in the glass, Damien could observe people writing in journals, preparing for supper, or simply lounging with their pets. In the square, only three establishments still had their downstairs lights on. The bakery where the Queen had gotten him his third birthday cake, serving evening cakes and teas to patrons before they headed home to drape coats across the mantles or across the street to the pub. The iron and ore smithy was next to it, candles down to the base of their wicks, where a man the size of a black bear was shouting a harsh baritone at three boys smaller than Damien.

The prince strayed off of the gravel closer than most would dare to the shop. The man’s eyes flicked over at him and he immediately stood still as their eyes locked, frozen. He couldn’t fucking believe it, he hadn’t even been out of the castle an hour and his curiosity had already gotten him caught. “Oi!” The bear bellowed. Damien thought he could see the hair of his beard nearly leap when he yelled. “We open tomorrow at nine! Piss off, old man.”

Damien’s heart swelled deep in his chest and he turned away from the man, grinning like a madman. Maybe he could ask his father to give Knight Topp a pardon for his intelligent suggestion of a potato sack, he thought as he began to cross the square toward the pub. As his feet were falling into the yellow glow basking from the windows, he watched the movement of patrons inside. People were open mouthed, whether from yelling or laughing, the prince couldn’t be sure. He had never seen a gathering so active, even the small politicking parties his cousins occasionally threw whenever Damien drifted by for a visit.

Drawn, the prince stepped forward, pushing the heavy oak door open. Noise spilled through the open space like a dam breaking loose and free and Damien found himself being swallowed inside. Chandeliers hung from iron rings, candles alight and dancing. Plush couches and pillows were in front of a fireplace with a small, makeshift stage off to the side. People were lounging on the couches or draped across tables. Two men pushed past the prince and for the door, jostling him as his hood nearly fell off his head. Mumbling an apology, Damien held onto the canvas of his hood and kept his eyes on his boots and the wooden floor, pushing his way toward the bar.

Slipping into a spot in the corner, Damien finally raised his gaze. The bartender nodded toward him as he approached. “What’ll it be?” The man wore a frown and a scowl, something Damien wouldn’t have expected from a man with such bright orange hair. He hadn’t even realized he was staring until there was a shift in the man’s eyes. “Do we have a problem?” He asked in a gruff voice.

“No, I was just…” He was just wondering what he had used to get that sort of color. Blackberries, upon squishing between fingers, always produced the kind of purple that was reasonable for Damien to blot under his eyes or around his mouth to fake a bruise. Boiled carrots, perhaps…

The man looked at him expectantly. Damien sat up and cleared his throat, trying to drop it half an octave into his impersonation of his father. “I’ll have a mead, sir.”

The bartender clicked his tongue as he turned away, grabbing a pint glass before moving to a barrel in the opposite corner. Damien thought he could hear the man grumble about a mead to the face, but he couldn’t be sure. He glanced back around the pub, an agile creature moving picking up glasses as it danced between tables. His glass landing on the table pulled him back and Damien reached into his pocket for his coin.

“Ten silvers,” the man said, his voice like dark smoke curling out of an oven.

“Ah, just… one second, then.” Damien dumped his bag on the bar, realizing it might have been much more than he had originally planned. He began to count out his silver pieces before a hand slammed down onto the bar, covered his coins. Alarmed, he looked up.

“David, you have never once served mead so sweet it was worth anything more than five silvers and a bronze.” Knight Topp’s eyes were locked on the bartender. He wondered when the knight had time to ditch his armor and still catch up with the prince. Damien rolled his eyes nearly hard enough to make himself dizzy. There was a silence that fell between the three of them that was thick enough to block out some of the noise, like someone had stuffed cotton in his ears.

Then, the bartender glanced toward the prince again. Slowly, he said, “five silvers for your mead, sir.” Each word seemed to give the man the feeling of chewing on glass because he cringed harder and harder as his sentence continued. Knight Topp pushed the coins toward the bartender before sweeping the rest into Damien’s coin purse. He gave him a light smile, offering the velvet clutch of fabric to the prince.

Damien grabbed it angrily before sighing, looking down at his pint glass. “You’re going to blow my cover,” he said, turning away from the bright smile of the man next to him as he faced the rest of the bar. His eyes glanced across heads and tables, finally settling on a corner table tucked close to a staircase.

“You’re going to blow your own cover,” Knight Topp said over his shoulder as he followed the prince closely.

Damien scoffed as he slipped onto the bench, hand tightening around his mug. “I’ll have you know I saw the smithy outside before and he didn’t recognize me,” he said coolly, raising the mug to his lips to take a sip. He had felt like Knight Topp was just showing off with knowing the bartender earlier, as if trying to prove to Damien that he was second in command for a reason.

But as Knight Topp pulled up a chair, the taste of his drink had Damien’s eyes closing, features contorting into a scowl. “My… prince?” Knight Topp implored with some hesitation, but when Damien opened his eyes, the man was fully grinning. “You alright, then?”

“Are all drinks outside the grounds this putrid and horrible?” Damien asked, wiping his mouth on the canvas of his disguise. He took another sip anyway.

Knight Topp shook his head. “No, just at David Moss’s place.” He was quiet for only a moment (a moment too short and Damien considered asking the knight to be quiet for longer, since it was such a nice change) before he began to speak to the prince once again. “The only reason why Raub didn’t recognize you is because the fires in his stables were too bright to see you. Do you truly not realize that a king has never dared to walk amongst his people the way you do? Your stunt, my prince, while ill-planned and executed—“

“Thank you.”

“—Is incredibly risky and… I beg your pardon, dangerous?”

Damien scoffed again, pointing at the knight with a napkin that was discarded on their table. “You’re beginning to sound more and more like my father, Sir Knight. And don’t call me that in public.”

Damien could see the knight’s frustration that he had ignored everything he had told him, but then the knight raised an eyebrow. “Then how shall I address you, sir?”

The prince took another sip of his mead, which was becoming easier to swallow the more he forced it down his throat. If anything, from this evening, at least he had the possibility of gaining a buzz. “By my name.” He sat back, folding one leg over his other knee. He felt quite proud of himself. “And I shall address you as the same, since we’re just two acquaintances sharing a drink.”

Knight Topp sighed, defeated. “I shall go get myself a drink.” He stood from the table. “And then you and I, Damien, will head for home.”

“Fine.”

Knight Topp stood there for a long moment and Damien rolled his eyes, waving his hand at him. “You’re dismissed.” The man left and Damien reveled the moment he had alone and away from the other.

From his spot, he felt confident enough to examine the pub more closely. Knight Topp, at the bar, now laughing jovially with the bartender and a blonde waitress who seemed to know the knight well enough to punch him twice in the shoulder. His eyes lingered for a moment before he was caught by your shape moving amongst the tables again. His lip quirked from the way you seemed to dance and flit between the patrons, easily stepping over drunken men even before they began to fall from their stools towards you. A tray balanced in your left hand and five mugs caught in your right, you moved to deposit dishes behind the bar before you immediately entered the dangerous fray again.

When Knight Topp returned, he, the bartender, and the waitress were all still grinning. Damien studied the man, who, despite admitting how overpriced and shitty the drinks they had both purchased were, was suddenly chugging half of his ale. “Do you come here a lot?” Damien asked him, lowering his feet to the floor as he scooted forward on the bench.

“It’s the only pub in town,” Knight Topp answered, which wasn’t really an answer. “There’s a few good ones in the village neighboring ours but the walk is nearly thirty minutes longer and that’s about how long it normally takes me to finish an ale after an easy day.”

Damien was only half listening at this point. His eyes strayed to you again and Shayne drained the rest of his mug, setting it down on the table hard enough the prince nearly jumped. “I’ve finished my ale,” he announced. “Time to leave.”

Damien narrowed his eyes at the knight, shaking his head. “But I haven’t finished my mead.” Knight Topp narrowed his eyes in return and tried to swipe at Damien’s mug. Having tried a similar tactic on a distant cousin who wouldn’t let him have any of the good wine at a family event, Damien saw the move coming and held the mug high into the air.

He slapped lightly at Knight Topp’s hand. “Stop,” he warned, switching hands when the man tried once again to yank the mug away. “I order you to stop. You’re going to make me spill my very expensive drink!”

Knight Topp settled back down into his chair, slumping back. “It’s fine,” he said, sounding slightly more defeated than Damien had expected. “Either way, I’m sure your father will have me hung for treason by the afternoon ‘morrow.”

Damien’s mug was halfway to his lips before he paused at the word. “For treason?” He repeated, taking another slow sip. He considered the implications of the evening and the way the patriarchy would see it. “I’ll have a talk with him if he raises any concern.”

“If?” The knight gave a laugh and Damien wasn’t quite sure what was funny. He dropped his voice, leaning over the table to keep the conversation between the two of them. “M-my prince… Damien… I was given strict orders by the King to bring you to your quarters for the evening and then I was an accessory in your escape.”

Damien hadn’t thought about it that way. He had forgotten that this was all a risk; that his plan had dumbly interfered with someone else’s livelihood. “Then why did you stay?”

“Because you are my prince and it’s my duty to protect you. I kept you from being overcharged like a tosser, didn’t I?”

Damien found himself looking this man in his eyes and grinning like a fool. His father would have a cursed fit if he could see his son making eye contact with civilians. The thought twisted his gut and Damien sat back quickly, eyes wide. “Sir Knight, you can still follow orders. You will bring me to my quarters for the evening.”

He began to drain his ale and Knight Topp began to laugh and then suddenly you were approaching their table. You caught the prince’s attention immediately, not just because of the way you seemed to dance as if surrounded by pix, but from the way all of the noise seemed to be swallowed up in just the movement of you. Walls of noise were falling away and Damien found himself sinking into the waves again, an undertow hitting him in the gut and pulling hard. And then… you smiled. You, someone who was supposedly lower than Damien simply because of family and gender and status, looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.

You were gone as quickly as you were there, collecting both mugs from the men before you were behind the bar again. But Damien was stuck in his seat, even when Knight Topp rose from his place and clapped him on the shoulder. For the first time, Damien felt like he had actually been seen by someone.

“You’re drunk already? Really?” Knight Topp’s snotty remark pulled Damien back into the stream of sounds. “Let’s get you back home.”

Damien stood from his seat on the bench and nearly swayed. “I’m not drunk. You should see me at family gatherings,” he tried to defend himself as Knight Topp led him out of the pub.

Damien didn’t tell Knight Topp to move his arm off of his shoulder even as they entered the street back toward the cemetery. The man eventually stretched both arms toward the stars before shoving his hands in his pockets as they climbed the hill and Damien turned to him a moment later. “Listen, I know you’re worried about treason and all but… if it’s any consultation, you’re a really good friend.”

Knight Topp stopped from picking up his chainmail next to the mausoleum, looking across the open space at his new friend. “Thank you.” They both smiled at each other before Knight Topp ducked into his armor, suddenly regaining all of the composure of the royal guard. “Since I’ve already committed treason thrice this evening, I hope you’ll pardon me when I say that you’re an ass.” He pushed the iron gate to the stone resting place open to the prince and bowed.

Damien scoffed before walking into the mausoleum, already planning his strategy to see a glimpse of you again. “You’re pardoned, my friend. Promise.”

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namisuki · 4 years

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years

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More Important (Damien x Reader)

Character: Damien Haas

Fandom: Smosh Games/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: More Important

Requested by anon:

i have a crush on damien haas as well. maybe you can do a roomate AU where the reader and damien are close friends and live together. slowly damien realizes he’s developing a crush and now he has to figure out what to do. maybe include others from Smosh Pit/Smosh Games? whatever feels right! :-)

Requested by @snazzynerd:

i saw the desire for a damien idea i was just thinking about just them doing a game bang and the punishment involves something the character is terrified of (spiders, heights, etc.) and damien likes them and loses on purpose after the punishment the character asks why he did it and he tells them he likes them and they kiss and fluffy stuff

A/N: I had the cutest idea for the punishment and slightly changed the request idea, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it ;)

I emerged from the bedroom, cranky and exhausted. I was still wearing my pijamas and my hair picked up in a messy bun. I dragged my feet to the kitchen, where I found Damien already dressed and ready for work.

“Mornin’...” I mumbled tiredly, plopping down on the chair.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N” Damien dedicated me his best smile, which was quite charming and uplifting despite it all. “Coffee?”

I just groaned in appreciation and took the mug he was offering me, sitting down on one of the chairs.

“Why are you still wearing your pijamas?” He said pijamas in a funny way, probably to make me laugh. Or just to be goofy, as usual.

“I’m not going to work today, I just… no, I refuse” I shrugged, talking more to myself than to him.

“Why? It can’t possibly be because the punishment of today’s Game Bang is to be locked in a dark room and you happen to be terrified of the dark, right?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling even moodier, and slammed the mug against the table in anger. Joven and his stupid ideas, as if it wasn’t bad enough that we were playing Amnesia The Dark Descent and I was the biggest scaredy-cat in Smosh Games.

“Aw, c’mon, Y/N!” My friend definitely noticed I was serious about that and kneeled down in front of me, fondly resting a hand on my knee. “You won’t have to go through the punishment unless you lose!”

“Don’t even humor me, Dames” I tiredly rested my jaw on my hand as I put my elbow on the table. “I’m gonna get jumpscared so badly that I’m gonna lose immediately, you know me”

“But…”

“And it’s the two bottom losers! Even if Mari or Joven or someone else loses, I’m definitely going to be in the punishment!”

I pouted, really dreading that moment. For once, I didn’t want to go to work despite how much fun I usually had there with all my friends. But it was like when they made Lasercorn face his fear of heights –multiple times, might I add –like he did in Cellouts or when they pranked Joven with the fake spider in What’re Those.

“It’s gonna be okay” Damien was kind enough to give me a comforting hug. “That means you won’t be alone in there!”

I just sighed, still not convinced by his arguments. With the corner of my eye I noticed how he stared at me sadly so I drank some more coffee just to distract myself from that image.

“Hey, Y/N” Damien suddenly called me, so I took a glance at him.

I choked on my coffee and nearly spat everywhere when I took a good look at the face he was making, it was hilarious. Damien was portraying his famous ‘triangle mouth’, knowing it never failed to make me laugh.

“Damien!” I complained, wiping coffee off my chin.

“See? Much better!”

“Now that I spilled coffee all over myself, you nerd?”

“No, but you’re smiling!”

I stared at him, genuinely moved by that heartwarming gesture. Then I stood up and, once I made sure I had cleaned up all coffee from my mouth, leaned closer to him.

“Thank you, Damien, you’re so sweet” And I left a tiny kiss on his cheek.

“I, uh… S-Sure!” He had suddenly turned a bright shade of pink. “Any… Anytime!”

I smiled again, because it was so cute when he got shy and flustered like that. I was so glad he was my friend and my roommate as well.

“I’ll go get changed” I left the mug on the table again, this time delicately. “But I’m still moody about the punishment…”

“Fiiine, I guess I’ll do it then” He pretended to be resigned, even if his cheeks were covered in the remains of his blush.

“Do what?” As I was headed back to my room, I turned around to face him.

“Make my life goal to cheer you up”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?”

“What can be more important than seeing you smile?”

Ironically enough, that comment made me smile once more. Despite the fact that I woke up feeling like I wouldn’t smile in the entire day and that I resolved to just staying cranky. But apparently not as long as Damien was around.

Damien gave me a ride work and playfully commented on my ‘comfortable attiré’ as he said. He didn’t pass an opportunity to earn a smile from me. But he was right, I had dressed up so lazily because I just didn’t care that day, I was still sulky. Not to mention exhausted because I was so nervous that I didn’t manage to get any sleep.

The closer we got to the office, the more nervous I got. Until it was time and we all gathered at the studio to film the blasted Game Bang. I sat on the couch, restless, while Tim and everyone else prepared the cameras to start recording.

“Yo, what’s up, Y/N?” Boze sat next to me, eyeing me carefully. “You’re so quiet today!”

“Don’t you know?” Joven intervened. “Y/N is terrified of the dark”

“Yeah, thanks for the brilliant idea, Joven” I sarcastically said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“That doesn’t mean you’ll lose, you have two in six chances!” I knew it was her attempt to cheer me up, but it didn’t really work.

“And you know who has lost more around here” Mari pointed her thumb towards herself and then towards Joven, who glared at her.

“Besides” Joven said, trying to ignore Mari. “The fear of the dark is the fear of the unknown, and you know it’s just an empty room, nothing will attack you in there”

“Of course” My voice dripped even more sarcasm. “Because not once in the history of Smosh Games has someone been pranked, Joven…”

Wes chuckled at my remark, and Mari did too, agreeing with me.

“But! But… Butt” Damien fooled around, pointing at his own butt to gage a reaction from me. And I chuckled in spite of myself. “It you happened to lose, something unlikely in my honest and humble opinion… You’ll be there with us!”

“Thanks, Dames…” I mumbled, feebly resting my head on his shoulder as soon as he sat down next to me.

“Yeah! You’re… welcome, I guess” He chuckled awkwardly, and I wondered why he seemed so awkward all of a sudden.

“Or… you know… scream with you in there” Boze wrinkled her nose mockingly. “You know ya boi is gonna scream like crazy”

I chuckled a bit, knowing she was messing around as well.

“It can’t be that bad, Y/N” Wes muttered, tilting his head.

“Then why don’t you take my punishment if I lose, Wesley?” I stuck my tongue out at him, which made him chuckle again.

“I’m not scared of the dark” He shrugged, like it wouldn’t really bother him.

“No taking anyone’s punishment!” Joven intervened, knowing Wes too well.

“We’ll have to see how you cope when you have to face your worst fear, Wes” I pushed my finger against his chest in a joking manner.

“What would that be?” Mari curiously asked, eyeing him as though she could read the answer in his face.

“Being denied ice cream or something” I replied, talking to myself and not being serious at all.

Boze laughed out loud at my joke, and the rest giggled as well. Damien even passed his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me against his side.

“Don’t worry, Y/N” He whispered in my ear. “I have a plan”

But I shrugged the comment off, knowing it was just another one of his jokes.

“Okay, ready” Tim announced with a hand gesture. “And action!”

“Game Bang!” We all exclaimed as the intro. Even if I was terrified deep down.

“Today we’re playing Amnesia the Dark Descent!” Joven said to the camera to introduce the video. “And the punishment is... you have to be locked in a dark room and anything can happen in there!”

“Join Smosh Games, they said” I interrupted with a scowl, causing them all to turn to me. “It’ll be fun, they said!”

They chuckled, even if I felt like all of us had said that at some point. They could make an actual compilation of that sentence being spoken.

“Also, Y/N is very scared of the dark” Wes added with a head tilt.

Damien kindly squeezed me in his arms to comfort me. And oddly enough, it kind of worked.

The odds were not in my favor so far. Mari was playing Amnesia at the moment, and she was doing pretty good. Boze had lost not too long into the game, Wes –the pro videogame player –was the one that took longest to die in game and Joven did relatively well. After Mari, it was just Damien and I was the last one. Maybe I should have asked to play first instead of last, because I was getting so apprehensive.

“Dammit!” Mari yelled when the invisible monster killed her in the game.

“Damien, your turn!” Joven reminded him, so the aforesaid sat in the chair.

“Hope I do gooder than you guys” He joked, giving the camera and innocent glance.

Damien easily navigated the in-game mansion, carrying on from where Mari left off, and then jumped on his seat as soon as the monster appeared again. I was surprised that he covered his face with his hands and allowed him to kill him.

“What?!” Wes exclaimed in outrage. “You lasted like two seconds!”

“Oops” Damien shrugged, but I didn’t buy that innocent shrug. He was up to something.

I sighed in resignation and sat in the seat that Damien left and which he motioned for me in a very gentlemanly manner. When I looked at him he winked an eye at me, as if encouraging me.

“Okay” I took a deep breath and looked at the camera. “I’ll try my best”

“You can do it!” Mari encouraged me as well.

“I’m so nervous, you guys” I made an exaggerated worried face to the camera before I started playing, but kept on talking. “My hands are a bit shaky”

I absently played the game while my mind raced with thoughts. I couldn’t help but wonder how Lasercorn faced his fear of heights in that Cellouts episode. Then I thought his reaction was pretty funny and found some comfort in knowing that at least it would make the viewers crack up.

“Watch out, Y/N!” Boze warned me, and I got back to the game.

I yelped when I realized the invisible monster was after me once more. Right where Damien left off, and it had found me again. I had been too worried with the punishment that, ironically, I was losing the game and hence having more chances of being locked in that dark room.

I squeaked again when the monster killed me despite my efforts to run away from him and grimaced knowing that I was one of the losers. But I had hope that maybe Boze lasted less than me, since I hadn’t really paid attention to the game.

“How long did she last?” Wes asked Joven, who kept the timer on his phone.

“Unfortunately… you are going to the punishment, Y/N”

“Noooo!”

“Along with Damien, right?” Mari couldn’t hide her smile, she was obviously happy that she didn’t lose for once.

“He lost surprisingly soon!” Joven said in a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, what happened to you, dude?” Boze asked him, softly punching him in the arm.

“What can I say?” Damien shrugged yet again, and I took notice of his bright red cheeks. “Guess I just panicked…”

“To the punishment!” Joven announced like he was the host of the show.

I was resigned to accept it, even if I knew I would have a terrible time in there. My only comfort was knowing that Damien would be in there with me.

We got in the locked room and stared at the camera, waiting until they started rolling again now that things were ready. I kept nervously nibbling on my bottom lip and playing with my hands. My heart was beating like crazy, and I noticed Damien eyeing me too.

“And rolling” Tim announced, and I stared at the camera.

“It’s not so bad in here, right?” Damien casually asked, even if the room was very small to also be claustrophobic.

“No, I don’t think that… aaaah!” I yelped when the lights suddenly turned off without a warning.

“Wow!” Damien exclaimed close to me. “Where are you?”

“I’m here” I replied with a shaky voice, even more scared than I anticipated.

I knew it was an irrational fear and that I had been in that room with the lights on just a second ago and I knew nothing would hurt me, but I was still petrified. I closed my eyes, like that would fix something, but opened them again just to be found with the same total darkness.

Finally I felt someone tapping me in the shoulder. While my brain told me that it was obviously Damien, my instinct made me jump up in fright.

“You scared me!” I blindly slapped in the dark until I hit him.

“Ow, sorry!” Damien carefully shuffled his feet closer until I could feel him extremely close to me. “I’m here, don’t worry”

I could feel his breath and I could smell his cologne since he was so close. Then he timidly wrapped his arms around the small of my back to keep track of me.

“Remind me to kill Joven, please?” I joked, even if I was annoyed at him.

“You can’t kill sweet little Joven!” Damien giggled a bit, and I reluctantly grinned because of that boisterous contagious laughter of his.

“I’m freaking out” I mumbled, hiding my face on his shoulder and shielding in the comfort of his embrace.

“Nothing is gonna happen, Y/N” My friend told me to calm me. “You have nothing to be afraid of, and I’m here with you”

“I know!” I exclaimed in frustration. “But that’s what a phobia is, it’s irrational! Even if I know I’m safe, I’m just freaking out!”

It literally felt like something would jump at us at any moment, and I had the urge to grab my phone to provide us with some light, but they made sure to get us in there unprotected. So I was in a constant state of alert knowing that they would prank me.

Soon enough, a loud noise made me jump again and a sudden light that made me wield my eyes appeared as the door was opened wide and someone stuck their head. They were wearing a scary mask and shouted at us to scare us, and I just knew it was Matt Raub.

Even though I had been expecting it, I hadn’t truly braced for it and the tension I was already holding within me wasn’t helping. So I did, in fact, scream at the top of my lungs. Damien chuckled a bit, but his arms tenderly tightened around me.

“I hate you guys!” I yelled at him, even if Matt closed the door again and left laughing.

“It’s alright, it’s alright” Damien tried to comfort me, even if he was still chuckling a little. “I told you I had a plan”

“What plan?” I asked, hoping the conversation would distract me, while I still reminded myself of the comfort of the closeness.

“Well, I couldn’t avoid you losing, but I could lose with you and be here to comfort you” The way in which he held me was the most gentle and loving too, it helped me feel better. “You know the others might have teased you a lot”

“That’s so sweet of you, Damien!” I replied in appreciation, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing him as well while I rested my face on his shoulder. “You lost on purpose for me?”

“Yeah, I mean…” I heard him gulping and I could tell he was nervous even if I couldn’t see him. “You’re more important than winning”

“Aww” I kissed him in the cheek, earning a nervous laughter.

The adorable moment was ruined when I heard a bang on one of the walls and I jumped yet again. My muscles were starting to hurt from being so tense.

“What was that?” I asked, clinging on to Damien.

“Probably someone messing around with you” His hands gently tapped my back to soothe my anxiety.

I looked up to Damien, even if I still couldn’t see him. I wished I did, though. It felt to me like his altruistic gesture went further than just friendship, but I didn’t want to discuss that right there and then, knowing we were still in the middle of rolling a video. And I didn’t want to kiss him either because I knew we were being filmed with night vision cameras as well. No matter how much I suddenly felt like doing it.

“Boo!” Wes opened the door yet again after a while, his white face and his white hair sticking out in the darkness before he turned the lights on. I jumped yet again. “Come on out, you’re done!”

“Finally!” I awkwardly pulled away from Damien and didn’t have the courage to look at him at first.

“You guys are jerks” I mumbled, turning to the camera and deadpanning. “Game Bang, I guess”

“And cut!” Tim announced, grinning. “Good job, you guys!”

“You okay, Y/N?” Wes asked me, kindly patting my arm.

“Yeah…” I rolled my eyes at him, and he started laughing so I threw him the closest object, which happened to be a pillow.

Damien silently walked away, but I wasn’t going to let him go so easily. Cameras were off now.

Wes might have known what we were up to, because he left the room without a word. Maybe he was aware of the fact that Damien was falling in love with me and until just then I had been the only one too blind to notice. It was funny to think that I realized about it when I was literally blind in the middle of the dark.

“You sure you’re alright?” Damien worried, seeing as I kept holding on to his arm.

“No, actually” I smiled, finally relaxing. “I think something’s missing”

“What?” He looked around, wondering what I was talking about.

“Well, since you’re in love with me and you’re always so thoughtful…” I was saying, but he didn’t let me finish.

“What?” Damien repeated, dumbfounded. “How did you…? I just… Y/N, gosh, I…”

“I think you deserve this” I quickly said to him, like he hadn’t interrupted me, and right after I smashed my lips on his.

It was a brief and rushed kiss, but I enjoyed it. Even if I hadn’t thought about Damien that way, I… was starting to do so.

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Newsies Live, a review of sorts

So it’s looking like the reply I wrote up last night for @party-with-books on mobile, during a wifi issue, is just not going to ever post and is lost to the netherworld, which is unfortunate because, even if nothing I said was coherent, I wrote it while everything was still fresh and I was still on the most beautiful ecstasy high - the kind you can’t get arrested for. But I’m gonna try to do the play justice here, and using a lot of gifs, XD so we shall see.

Guys. Guys. Guuuuyyysssss. I just can’t. Let me start by saying I have never seen a stage production of Newsies. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for months, but for a lot of the bits the stage show has added or edited from the original film’s story, I had absolutely zero context for, and the soundtrack is sadly missing like a crap ton of reprises. Therefore, if you care about spoilers, I suggest you stop reading this and wait for the dvd to come out or something, because I don’t feel like holding anything back.

After that note, where the heck do I even begin? The production itself. And by that, I don’t just mean the sets and the cast and the lighting and the camera. Nah, primarily at this point, I mean Spectacle.

I’ve now seen a good number of shows, in various formats, but none of them have been so energetic, alive, and overwhelming. The dancing is superb. I know for the filming they pulled out all the stops, with bigger leaps, more twirls, and a larger number of Newsies on stage, and let me tell you, IT WAS WORTH IT. A stage filled with forty or more singing, tap-dancing, leaping Newsies is a sight to behold.

I mean, there was this:

This is Ryan Steele, as Specs, doing the full-out twirl. Our Specs was played by the amazing Jordan Samuels, but it’s a different cast member entirely who performs this move, and we get a sky high view of the spin, which I’m pretty sure is faster and longer, and the entire theater gasped and applauded.

There were hundreds and hundreds of flips, spins, cartwheels, splits, jumps, tricks, and moves I cannot name. There was tap dancing on tables. I HAVE NEVER SEEN A DANCING TROUPE OF THIS LEVEL OF EXCELLENCE IN SUCH AN EXTRAVAGANT SHOWING EVER.

The set and staging was absolutely dynamite, and it will never cease to astound me how theatrical productions can amass an entire world on a few hundred feet of stage.

Near the end of “Once and For All” the Newsies completely drop out on the vocals and then come roaring back in, and again, my entire theater gasped in awe and delight, and I was crying and covered in goosebumps.

As for Jack...

Jeremy Jordan is the definitive Jack Kelly for me, okay?

If you’re a die hard Christian Bale or Corey Cott fan or anyone else, I’m sorry, but it’s true. There will never be another player who so fully encompasses that role for me. His Jack is so intense and passionate the. entire. time. Every single thing he says and does. The only moments we see him physically relax at all are when he’s with Crutchie (and we’re too busy crying to notice) or sharing the stage with Katherine.

And that brings me to Katherine Plumber. I was not especially anticipating her role, I have to admit. I love my Denton too much, and I was horribly concerned that the romantic angle between her and Jack would be too strong, taking away from the real love story of the play, that of this family whose name is Newsies. But I couldn’t be happier with her character and Kara Lindsay’s performance. She was amazing, and I could feel the rest of the audience connecting with her too. “Watch What Happens” is just one of her shining moments, and I am in love with her, and so happy of the way the writers brought her character in.

It’s also beautiful to weave in the feminine vocals of Katherine with the only other female singing cast member, Medda Larkin (our very own being played by Aisha de Haas) in the middle of all those guys. Don’t get me wrong, because the Newsies chorus is the epitome of what makes the show so great, but having those softer moments and the gals singing brings enough of a change that it completely enlivens every other male vocal in the story.

Okay, enough being calm, rational, and technical for a minute. Let me “be real.”

I Am Not Okay. Not in this or any other universe will I ever be the same.

(The rest of this post is probably going to just be me screaming at random about different things.)

CRUTCHIE. HOLY COW. CRUTCHIE MY BABY. “Letter From the Refuge” absolutely killed me. THE FREAKIN ATTACK ON CRUTCHIE FREAKIN KILLED ME. Just him standing with Jack in the prologue with “Santa Fe.” THERE ARE NO GIFS FOR THIS. Andrew Keenan Bolger is of such high caliber, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him in this role.

I BASICALLY CRIED SO HARD WHEN THE BULLS CLOSE IN ON THE NEWSIES. AND WHEN JACK SEES THEY HAVE CRUTCHIE. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BE SICK.

Oh, yeah, also, little itty bitty detail here i was completely unaware of BROADWAY VERSION JACK KELLY IS A FLIPPIN ARTIST?????!!!! LIKE WHAT????!!!! OH.MY.GOSH. I LOVE THIS ANGLE SO MUCH. KAJLLGDFHLJFGHIERUNZUIZLGRF. HE’S PAINTING SANTA FE GUYS. LSLDGJAGKJHRUIGKNG. During “I Never Planned On You” he draws Katherine and the LED screen that assisted the set showed him sketching her as they talked and sang AND IDK IF THAT HAPPENS USUALLY IN THE STAGE PRODUCTION BUT I AND MY FRIEND AND PROBABLY EVERYONE ELSE WAS LIKE “HOLY CRAP AWWWW OHMYGOSH HOW PRECIOUS HOW PURE I’M NOT CRYING AT ALL NO” SO YEAH THAT IS A THING THAT HAPPENED.

Little Les is amazing. Like, in the old movie, he wasn’t so much a character as a plot device. He was literally the little boy with the cute face who could sell the papes. In this, Les is the one who strikes up the deal with Jack, and Les is the one who shouts a message for Pulitzer as the guard closes the door in their faces. He is so precocious and adorable and perfect, and so much more a character in his own right, I am so pleased.

DID I MENTION BEN FANKHAUSER AS DAVEY???

HIS SINGING. HIS ACTING. HIS CHARACTER AND INTERACTIONS WITH JACK AND LES. The confrontation between him and Jack later on when Davey is trying to get Jack to rejoin the Strike, and he says “it’s not like anyone died” and Jack whirls on him in rage, because of what happened to Crutchie, who could very well die at that point. I COULDN’T HANDLE. And when Davey reminds him what they’re fighting for, and why they shouldn’t stop. PERFECT BOYS, PERFECT.

AND I ALMOST FORGOT RACETRACK LAJKDHF. Race is my favorite Newsie from the old movie, and I was not disappointed by him here. Benjamin Cook is an adorable angel and my favorite bit of him probably has to be when he is staring wide-eyed at Governor Roosevelt at the end, so happy and in awe. Unfortunately I can’t find any gifs of him either arg.

AND SPOT, HOW COULD I MISS SPOT CONLON Tommy Bracco’s performance left nothing to be desired, he was as spot-on as his character’s name. WE ARE BROOKLYN NEWSIES

Oh.

Oh, and then there was This:

I HATE/LOVE THIS PART OF THE STORY SO MUCH. When Pulitzer forces Jack’s hand, makes him face the Newsies and turn on them, in order to save them and save Crutchie and Davey and Les, but Pulitzer also gives him money to go to Santa Fe and that is all the Newsies ever see. LKDJFLHDHFAJDHFLA MY HEART HURTS

I love Jack Kelly more than Raoul or the Phantom, or Dimitri, or Valjean or Marius or Enjolras, or even arguably Fiyero. I feel every single beat of “Santa Fe” as it blooms and changes from dream to dust to dream.

I adore how the stage version plays up the affect the Newsies strike had on child laborers everywhere, how Jack proclaims it isn’t only Newsies’ rights they’re striking for.

The singing was absolutely flawless. Flawless I tell you.

IDK GUYS I JUST DON’T HAVE ANY COMPLAINTS OK

This is on par with the night I saw Wicked on tour. I will be buying the DVD. I will watch it at least once a year. I guess, if I wasn’t before, I’m a Fansie now.

So, yeah, to close: I don’t think I will ever find another thing on this earth that impacts every bit of my soul as much as musical theater does. That is a part of me I will never outgrow, and never give up. Doesn’t matter if I ever make it to see a show on Broadway, or if I ever get on behind the scenes at a theater company. This is me.

This is an experience I want to relive every day for as many days as I have. I laughed, I cried, I came home to my roomies in such a state of embarrassed, blissful exhilaration you’d think I just came home from my first date with the love of my life - which is a completely accurate comparison.

I cried so much, I laughed so hard. #NewsiesForever and all that. There is so much more I could say, so much I feel like I am completely leaving out. But truthfully, when it comes right down to it, there are no words in the human language to describe this experience and how thrilled I am that I was able to go, that I live in the same universe as this caliber of artistry and storytelling. This phenomenon is beyond anything I can say, so I’ll stop trying. ;)

I hope that answers anyone’s questions to whether or not I enjoyed Newsies Live.

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