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ravenoftheskyes · 5 years

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Dear Evan Hansen, We’ve been way too out of touch. (Yes, this is a persona fanfic)

(AN: @yusuke-of-valla’s blog, PQ2 but they’re doing DEH.)

“Cmon, Mona! Swallow your pride for me, just nod yes! Act like a mascot for once! For Ann?” Ren says, laughing.

“And prepare, cause something’s in the air!~” quite a few voices speak up.

“I’ve found my people!” Ren screams out, seeking out the voices.

The rest of the sidequest involved Ren, Makoto, Haru, Yusuke, Ann, Goro, Futaba, Yosuke, Rise, Minato, and Minako singing a bunch of musical songs.

Everyone threw Minato and Minako a heathers preformance because Heathers wasn’t out yet in their time.

And then...

“A preformance!” Ren says, flourishing a script.

“A what?” Minako said to him.

“We’re going to preform Dear Evan Hansen!” Futaba says, with an excited look on her face.

“What’s that?” Rise asks, confusedly.

“A musical! It’s kinda dark, but it’s got some killer songs and some hilarious moments!” Ann says, quickly.

“Okay, so who do you want us to be?” Minato asks, immediately bringing everyone on board.

“Okay, I was thinking that Yosuke could be Jared, Haru could be Alana, Yusuke could be Connor, Makoto could be Heidi, and Minato could be Zoe. But there’s are three roles that I have no idea who could be them.” Ren explains.

“Well, what are the characters?”

“Evan, our protag is depressed, oblivious, and ridiculously in love with Zoe. Larry and Cynthia are Connor and Zoe’s parents. They need to be able to argue at a moment’s notice.”

Minato and Minako share a look.

“We might know some people who could fill those roles.” Minako says, a smirk playing at her lips.

And they leave the room.

Twenty minutes later, they drag in Akihiko, Mitsuru, and Yu.

“If I’m Zoe, then my husband should be Evan, shouldn’t he?”

“And you haven’t seen these two really get into an argument.”

Ren smiles.

“Looks like we have our cast!”

And rehearsals begin immediately, with scripts and listens of the songs.

Finally, Makoto and Mitsuru start off “Anybody have a map?”

“Connor finished the-” Minato starts, swinging the milk carton behind him and accidentally hitting Akihiko, who was standing behind him.

“Shit, you alright?” Minato says, basically carrying Akihiko at this point.

“Yeah, fine.” He says, clearly with a broken nose.

Mitsuru sighs and pulls out her evoker.

“Diarahan” she says, with a tight-lipped frown.

And that was only the start.

“Life without you has been rough” Yu starts

“Kin-HAHAHAHAHA” Yosuke tries to say.

He ended up laughing for a full minute.

Ren, Minako, and Hikari hold back snickers.

Requiem comes along.

“Why should I play the grieving gir-”

Minato tries to sing, and ends up yawning.

“Wow, you can’t even stop yawning during a preformance?” Yu quips.

And Minato, deadpan as always, says this.

“I want a divorce.”

Minako and Ren try so, so hard to not die of laughter.

And when they finally get to the end of act 1...

“Even when the dark comes crashing through, you will be found. When you need someone to carry you, you will be found! You will be found!”

Minato and Yu lean in for the kiss.

“Haha!” Futaba yells out, just as their lips are about to meet.

“Futaba! You killed the moment!” Ren yells back to her.

“S-Sorry! It’s just that Hikari told me something hilarious!”

Minako whispers something under her breath.

“Take two!” Hikari says.

“Say darling, hey maybe, fancy a movie night with us?” The wildcards say in sync.

“You guys really need to stop that.”

“No!”

There was somewhat smooth sailing until Good for You.

“And you say what you need to say, and you play who you need to play, and If somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!”

Yu breaks down in tears.

“Cut the music!” Someone screams out.

“Yu, it’s all an act. Please calm down.” Makoto says, with her head in her hands

“Yeah, partner.” Yosuke says, touching Yu’s arm.

“I’m sorry! I’m not a theater kid! I don’t know how to do this!” Yu cry-yells

“Yu, seriously? This is why you join the drama club.” Minato chimes in.

“Oh, and I suppose you’re a part of yours?!”

“...We don’t have a drama club.”

“Technically, we do.” Mitsuru chimes in.

“We have one?!” Minako yells out.

“Well, on paper at least, SEES is the drama club.”

“We’re the WHAT NOW?!”

“...It’s not important, anyhow. The true purpose is to fight shadows, is it not?”

“Is that why Ms. Toriumi sometimes asks me to do dramatic readings in class?” Minato asked, with a degree of uncertainty.

“Most likely, yes.”

“Revelations aside, let’s try again. We need to get this perfectly!” Hikari says, cutting off the conversation.

So they stumble through the rest of the songs, and start with the dialogue.

“You went lurching from one miracle cure to the next.” Akihiko yells.

“Miracle cure? Is that really what you call it?!” Mitsuru says, with all the emotion of a grieving mother.

And then sparks and ice start surrounding them.

“Oh, no-” Minato says out, just as Mitsuru accidentally freezes Akihiko.

“Akihiko!” Mitsuru says as she snaps out of her stupor and catches her frozen best friend.

Shinjiro runs in. “WHAT’S GOING ON MY IDIOT-FRIEND-SENSES ARE TINGLING!”

After they thaw out Akihiko and try again, a similar thing happens. Akihiko shocks her.

Shinjiro has to start sitting in because otherwise his friends are going to kill each other.

Finally, dress rehearsals. Akihiko borrows Yu’s glasses, Yosuke wears his, and everyone dresses a bit more casually. Yusuke’s hair gets poofed up by Ren and Ann.

“Why am I lowkey weak for Inari?! I shouldn’t be lowkey weak for Inari!” Futaba yells out.

Everyone else, is of course, also lowkey weak.

Songs start again.

“Oh, damn!” Minato says as he watches the milk carton fly into the ceiling. “I’ll get it!”

“I’m gonna say the M word!” Futaba yells out, suddenly.

“NO!” Half the team screams.

“Macbeth!” She yells out.

“AAAAAAAA” Minato yells, as he falls off the ladder.

“...Countercurse time?”

“YEAH!”

“What happened??” Minato questions.

“Futaba said the M word!” Minako tells him.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THE M WORD IN A THEATER?!”

“If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumbered here, whilst these visions did appear.” Futaba recites.

“Thank you!” Ren told her.

“What’s this superstition? Why shouldn’t you say M-” Yu questions.

“NO!” Once again, half the cast yells.

“Call it ‘The Scottish Play’ or ‘The Bard’s Play’ in a theater” Minako starts.

“Basically, there are multiple stories. Some say it’s because the first ‘Lady’ died and Shakespeare had to go on in her place. There was also the one where the prop daggers were switched for real ones and Duncan was murdered live on stage. There’s also the one that says the spells in the play are actual spells and Witches cursed it because of that.” Ren informed Yu.

“...Oh”

“Yeah. So never say the M-word in a theater.”

“Okay.”

Finally, the preformance.

...You think everything ended here? Oh no, mistakes always happen.

“Dear Evan Hansen, thanks for every note you send!”

“Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend!”

“Our friendship goes beyond...”

Yu dips Yusuke.

“Your average kind of bond!”

They lean in.

“But not because we’re gay!”

Yu drops Yusuke.

“No, not because we’re gay!”

Yusuke says, as he jumps up. Everyone laughs.

“Did you plan that?! Did you?!” Ann whisper-screams to Ren.

“No! Not at all!” He whispers back.

And then the “You Will Be Found” situation.

The company starts singing. And then we get to Zoe’s part.

Yu trips Minato. Minato is literally pinning Yu to the floor. Minato keeps singing, and then leans in for the kiss when it’s time.

All the other theater kids beg for Yu not to mess up with Akihiko and Mitsuru.

The rest of the show goes without incident.

The finale comes in, and the curtain goes down.

Raucous applause follows it.

...It was hard, but they did it.

#minato arisato #minako arisato #hamuko arisato #ren amamiya #yu narukami #souji seta #akira kurusu #akihiko sanada #mitsuru kirijo #dear even hansen the musical #yosuke hanamura #makoto niijima #makoto yuki #haru okumura #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #long post

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thegraphitesword-blog · 7 years

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Pride Prompt Month 7/30: Underground

Fandom(s): Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen and Heathers

Relationships: Tree Bros, Two Player Ga(y)mers, Martha <> Veronica

Notes: I had no idea what exactly “underground” meant so I looked it up just to see if I was missing a definition of it. Glad I did because the urban dictionary definition came up and it talked about like underground music and bands and stuff and guess I kinda took bits and pieces from that.

More notes: An AU where the poor damaged teens of the musicals meet together after chatting over a trauma survivor forum, and Micheal recommends they hang out together and preform in this battle of the bands kinda thing. [Micheal is the drummer (cause that is George Salazar’s go to instrument), Jeremy does keyboard/piano, Connor knows most things with strings (specializes in Bass); Evan sings of course, Veronica plays electric guitar and sings; and Martha sings like a goddess.] This AU has a couple things, Connor, Martha, Jeremy, and Evan have all tried their hands at suicide (though no one yet knows that Evan did), everyone is a pretty adimate pot smoker (including Evan, though much less), Veronica refuses to say anything about the Heathers or JD (except to Martha because she kinda already knows). The squip did happen, but the squip squad didn’t.

Music I quoted:

“I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” by My Chemical Romance

“Mad Hatter” by Melanie Martinez

“Waving Through the Window” from Dear Evan Hansen by Benji Pasek and Justin Paul

I take no credit in the music I quoted

TW: Anxiety, depression, past suicide attempts, scars both seen and hidden, drug use, panic attacks

Prompt: Underground

Evan’s Pov

Senior year was a wash, after the cast came off, the reminder of past failure was gone, only to be replaced with new desires. I hadn’t really found solice until the rumor spread that the “school shooter chic” Connor Murphy attempted with the same desires as me.

Though I was still reaching for a branch that had broken, I reached out to Connor, just to see if I could help. He resisted for a while, up until both of us got (regrettably) high and he finally dropped his psychopath façade

Weeks later our secret “more than friendship” relationship budded. Yet, even through that we still kept falling from our perches overviewing the world.

My therapist recommended these trauma forums, full of people facing the similar and sometimes more extreme things, like us. Connor thought it was stupid and depressing, until we found some fallen angels.

The first two went to a school a few towns over. One had fallen victim to this highly dangerous drug, he kept calling a “squip”; Connor tried looking it up , but nothing came up when we searched. His name was Jeremy and apparently his life and psyche was torn to shreds, by the squip. The other was his best friend, Micheal, how hadn’t even started recovering from the outward affects the squip caused. That and the stressors of severe social anxiety.

They were honestly pretty cool, once we got past each other initial damage.

The others were two girls, who lived and attended a school maybe an hour away. I really liked the first one we met, Martha. She tried jumping of a bridge to fix her bullying issues and unrequited love; it remided me of the attempt no one knows about. She was super sweet and very supportive. The other…..well, she had been thorugh a lot. Veronica S. had been caught up in an abusive relationship with a guy (she never said his name) who ended trying to bomb the school, among other things. Connor, dare I say was impressed and happily passed his title as “school psycho”onto the poor kid.

The six of us created our own chat and talked constantly. Micheal helped me with my panic attacks, I aided Jeremy with his. Connor curbed his drug use with long conversations with Micheal and Veronica and Martha gained support thorugh all of us.

We all admitted this was the closest to living friends any of us had besides the person they chatted with. We all yearned to do more than just hunch over phones and laptops.

It was May when the “boyfs” as they called it had a recommendation.

Lost Soul’s CHAT

Player 2: So do any of you play? Like instruments or sing?

Happily Never After: I mostly sing

The Damned: Pretty much any guitar

Player 1: Mikey you know I play

Player 2: sh, I know

Bonsai Boy: No, I can’t play or sing

The Damned: BULLSHIT

The Damned: He sings guys

Dead Girl Walking: I sing and play electric

Dead Girl Walking: Why?

Player 2: Because there is like a battle of the bands thing coming up. Wouldn’t it be bangin if we all met up and played?

The Damned: Like hell, you can’t make me do that.

Bonsai Boy: I guess it would be kinda cool. An excuse to meet everyone in person.

The Damned: ….damnit

Happily Never After: As long as you guys do it, sure

Player 2: Alright. I’m counting Evan and Connor (because he’s a weak star struck lover)

The Damned: Fuck off

Player 2: Jer and I of course, my drums are over here and Martha

Player 1: Veronica?

Dead Girl Walking: Why be the odd one out I guess…

Micheal went on rambling about time, place, and date, but I watched the chat unsure if this was a good idea….but who was I to object.

Veronica’s Pov

I shut the trunk to Martha’s little four door, after loading my small amp and light blue electic guitar. My best friend was waiting in the driver seat. Long gone was the unicorn sweater and plastic bead hair ties. After the JD/Heather incident, she stopped clinging to certain childish things, though our friendship stayed strong.

“Ready, V?”

“Yeah. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No, but I trust them. Besides, we can’t find a happy ending awful town.”

After her suicide attempt, she was hung up on the idea and possibility of “happy endings”. I didn’t mind, I thought about it too.

It was 9:45, Micheal said to met at some address by at least 11:20. We had an hour to go and Martha never drove very fast. She turned on FM radio and we “jammed” out for a while, maicheal was online making sure everyone go to the rendezvous point and I couldn’t help but sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“None of them, understand. Sure, they have their own damage, but they don’t know what I did. What it was like.”

“V, then try to give them a chance to understand. They probably understand more than you think. I know I did.”

I tired to smile, “What did I do to get a friend like you?”

“Saved me….a lot of people need to give you more credit.”

“Not really…..but thanks.”

We stayed quiet inly to sing something on the radio. After almost an hour, we pulled up to a one story house that matched the address.

“Is this it?”

Martha shrugged, “Maybe?”

We exit the car, afraid we just walked into a death trap, when someone pulled back the front window curtain.

“Brace yourself, Martha.”

The door burts open and a guy in an oversized decorated hoodie came running out.

“Veronica! Martha! I assume. I’m Player 2, aka Micheal Mell. Everyone else is inside. Come one.”

I grabbed my guitar and gaer and followed Micheal thorugh an empty house to a buzzing basement, and by that I mean the high of weed smoke was swirling through the air.

“Okay, ladies. Jerbear, Player 1,” Jeremy waved before taking a drag, “The Damned, the one and only Connor Murphy- dude don’t smoke my joint.” Connor flipped him off. “And that anxious ball over there,” Micheal said pointing to a bed in the corner, “is dear Evan Hansen aka Bonsai Boy.”

“I-I didn’t name m-myself that.” Evan stammered trying to smile.

Connor snickered, “Guilty.”

“When aren’t you?”

Micheal whips around glancing between the two of us, “Imma guess you’re Martha, you look to sweet to be meany Veronica.”

I roll my eyes and set my things down next to the accumulation of insturments in the corner.

“So what are we actually going to do here?” I ask.

“Well we should figure out what songs/songs to do.”

“Any of you say pop shit, “ Connor sneered, “You won’t live to see the end of it.”

“Connor, shut up.” Jeremy laughed.

Micheal grabbed the joint Jeremy was holding in his mouth and took a long slow drag. Evan spoke up,

“W-well it all depends on what we can play. Not that I can playanythingoramgoodatanything….s-s-orry.”

Connor jumps up, “First order of business, before we continue, everyone in this room is REQUIRED to take two hits.”

I shrugged grabbing Connor’s taking a couple and passing it to Martha.

“I actually can’t smoke because of my lungs.”

“You’re excused!” Micheal shouts.

All eyes turn to Evan, who is just staring at Connor.

“Um…no thanks.”

Micheal’s in on it now, “Come on Evan, from the stories on the forum, you can handle a couple hits.”

Jeremy’s cracking up, [passing over a fresh joint.

Even looks at it then Connor, “Uuuuuuuuuuh….fine.”

I was shocked to watch Evan take a few hits like a pro, then go back to playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Martha, “I whispered, “what have we walked into?”

Micheal’s Pov

After the initial introductions and getting Connor’s little bonsai boy to join in the fun, we got serious….or as serious as we could be after smoking a few of my precious joints. Evan nearly finished one by himself, after he finally loosened up. I started flicking thorugh music I owned, most of it being geeky video game openings, but I had a few.

“Okay so since we are all angsty and super dark, we have to put this on the table.”

I toss Connor my copy of the MCR score of “I’’m Not Okay”

“Fuck, Micheal. What are you some 15 year old white girl?”

“No, but you were once. Don’t lie to me Mr. Long hair-black nail poilish-all black attire.”

Evan laughed, followed by a quick apology.

Jeremy, looked over Connor’s shoulder, “Mikey, do you even remember how to play this?”

I skoff haughtily, “What do you take me for Jerbear? Watch and learn.”

I grab my sticks from my dresser and adjust the drums. I realized it ahd been a while since I played it.

“Don’t laugh.”

I start with little confidence, testing out how much I remember. I made it to the chorus before I forgot where I was.

“Shit, quick someone start singing it.”

Evan shook his head, but Martha was on top of it.

I’m not okay

I’m not okay~

You wear me out!

I keep up with her and I start feeling more comfortable.

“Jer, start playing.”

“But, I don’t know this/.”

Connor picked up his bass and started following along with the music. Veronica didn’t play, but she sang as well and Evan watched intently.

~I’m okay. I’m okaaaaaaaaaay

~I’m okay now (I’m okay now)

~But you really need to listen to me

~Because I’m telling you the truth

~I mean this I’m okay

Connor yelled out, “Trust me!” and we stopped to burst into laughter.

I wiped away tears, “So I guess that one is a possibility, but we should have more options.”

Veronica pulls out her phone and scrolls a bit.

“Any of you listen to Melanie Martinez?”

Everyone, but Connor nodded, Even gets up and wraps his arms around his angel of death.

“He does. He just doesn’t admit he does.”

“Jesus Christ Evan, you’re fucking high as a kite.”

Connor pushes him to the floor and we all sigh at him, as he breaks into a giggle fit.

Veronica clears her thought, “Well, what about Mad Hatter.”

Connor’s eyes light up….before quickly darkening. I nudge him, “You like that song, huh?”

“I don’t but my sister does.”

I pluck a string on his bass, “Show us whatcha got. Veronica, you mentioned it, so I assume you can play it?”

She shrugs and tunes her guitar.

“Do you know this one Evan?”

He’s still giggling on the floor, but he rolls on his back and nods.

“Alright stand up. Jeremy?”

“’Sorta. I can play the bit in the beginning.”

Veronica nods, “Alright. Ready Evan?”

Jeremy starts up the toy piano beginning and I man the bass drum, because you always need a steady beat. Evan snickers and takes a deep breath/

~My friends don’t walk they run

~Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun

~Popping, popping balloons with guns

~Getting high off helium

The rest of us get confused or forgot the music by the end of the bridge, but Evan keeps going. His obvious boyfriend tries to get him to stop, but I nearly tackle him.

“Let him finish.”

We all watch as Evan sings like an adorable, anxious, angel. If I wasn’t in love with Jeremy and if Connor hadn’t snatched up the Bonsai Boy, I would claim him for myself.

The ending lyrics come and Evan tappers off. Ignoring our praise, he sighs and curls up next to Connor, finally giving into the tell-tale signs of being way too high.

“Geez, you guys are gay.” Jeremy laughs, while simultaneously playing with my fingers.

“You’re one to talk gaylord.” He shoots back running a hand over Evan’s back.

I tap my sticks together and check my phone, “It’s late, I was gonna offer to host you guys for the night, but it’s up to you guys.”

“I don’t care, pretty sure Evan’s Mom’s at work and I don’t give a shit about my parents.”

Martha, nods, “And I don’t like driving late at night, so I’m in. How about you V?”

“You’re my ride so….sure”

I squeeze out of Jeremy’s arms and pick up a small collection of post-it notes with numbers for take out and stuff.

“Alright, you guys pick what to eat, and if we agree I’ll get it. My treat….well and Jeremy’s.”

Jeremy chases me, “Yeah right.”

“Keep it down. Wake Evan and you’re dead.”

Veronica cackles, “Dude with how much he smoked he’d be lucky to wake up before 12 tomorrow.”

I run upstairs and snatch a kiss form Jeremy, “This is gonna be fun.”

#heather #veronica sawyer #martha dunnstock #connor murphy #evan hansen #dear evan hansen #be more chill #micheal mell #jeremy heere #pride prompt month #long post #i have a second piece

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