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I wanted to put in this gif instead but you can't see Dan Domenech's full face (is that even Dan Domenech? I don't fucking know).
Anyways, Dan Domenech as JD in Heathers (fuck if I know how to spell that) reminded me a bit of Michael, so I decided to make this. I originally wanted to write something for Thomas Sanders because he's HOT AS FUCK FOR SOME REASON and he was also in Heathers a few years back but I don't do RPF (actually, more like I just haven't done it yet because I'm incredibly paranoid of said person finding it and making fun of my writing). So I decided to make it part of this, even though Michael is like the farthest thing from Thomas Sanders I've ever seen.
warning: no smut but kind of sexual themes?? like my favorite Dead Girl Walking animatic^^^^^ on YouTube is age-restricted according to the guidelines so yeah, I guess this might be categorized under mature content because Dead Girl Walking. That is all.
also, you probably knew this was coming if you read my "random thoughts at five in the morning after having watched the entirety of Heathers the musical"—um, I mean the conversations part of my profile—you probably know that I had this planned for like a day or so before 4/6/2017, (which for you non-Americans is April 6th).
Okay, hope you guys enjoy this.
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"Okay, so remember the time you helped us out for a dance competition, when it was on?" The conformist kid fidgeted. Michael had forgotten what his name was, but he sometimes came and called himself Raven. Michael glared at him, close to smacking him over the head with his cane.
"Yes," he said sharply, refusing to say anything more. Michael kicked at a rock on the ground, his black trench-coat moving with the motion. Raven's eyes followed the movement, something in his expression conveying solid conviction. Michael rolled his eyes. "So what?"
"Um, I have another favor to ask you," Raven said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "The school play. Heathers. We need a JD and our Veronica quit because her boyfriend—um—didn't get the role," Raven suddenly looked away, "so we need to find someone to match her voice and such."
After a considerable silence, Michael kicked another rock, watching Raven's eyes follow the movement excitedly—again. He rolled his eyes.
This kid wasn't going to leave soon.
"You're such a fucking conformist," Michael sighed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "What even makes you think I can sing? Not like I'd ever consider signing up. It's so fucking conformist."
"I didn't say it was a musical." Raven quirked an eyebrow at Michael. This time, the curly goth raised his cane and smacked Raven over the head with it. He winced but didn't back off.
