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awkwardedgygirl · 6 years

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Stay For A While Chapter 2

I’m back with chapter two! Keith gets to meet new people and we learn a little more about him. Nothing super serious but yeah. I talk about Keith’s artwork in this chapter and I decided he does dark abstact art mostly with pencil. Honestly I just googled it but here is the link anyway. https://www.google.com/search?q=dark+abstract+art&safe=strict&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjg2a26svnaAhXi6oMKHdrhCEcQ_AUICigB&biw=1366&bih=700. Oh also Pidge is here and I have Pidge go by they/them pronouns. There is bullying in this chapter but not about that. Chapter one is also on my page and I honestly have no clue how to like tag it in here so if someone could tell me I’ll totally do that. Anyways uh it’s teen and up and I hope people like it thanks.

After a long weekend of shopping with Allura Keith is exhausted. He was able to get some new clothes that actually fit and got some paint for his room which he is very excited about. He wants to paint his room black with grey storm clouds and is shocked when Allura agrees to it.

“It’s your room,” she says, “we want you to make it your own.”

Keith has been painting all of all day on Monday and listening to music as he works, he is interrupted by the lightest touch on his shoulder making him jump and swing his fist behind him which is just barely dodged by Shiro.

When Keith realises what he almost did he removes his earbuds, “Shit I’m so sorry are you ok?”

Shiro chuckles, “Yeah I’m good sorry I called your name but I guess you didn’t hear me.”

“Yeah I play music kind of loud.” Keith mutters.

“All good,” Shiro says chuckling, “I just came to tell you that school is starting in a week and the principal wants to meet with you before that. I have to go today for practice so I was thinking you just come with me.”

Keith crosses his arms closing in on himself. Due to his record principals usually want to meet with him and it usually doesn’t go well.

Shiro sees this happening and frowns, “The art teacher also wants to meet you.”

Keith looks up at this, “Really?”

Shiro gives a small smile, “Yes Coran is a good friend of ours and when we told him you were an artists he said he had to meet you.”

Keith smiles slightly and nods his head agreeing that he will go. Shiro walks out so Keith can get ready. He changes out of his paint colored black clothes into some clean black clothes but instead of jeans opts for some ripped up black shorts that go to his knees. He throws on a red beanie that he got over the weekend with Allura. At the last minute he decides to grab his sketchbook and stuffs it into his bag incase the art teacher wants to see his work.

He heads downstairs when he is ready to see Shiro waiting at the door. Keith puts on his black converse and they head off to the school.

When they arrive at the school Shiro insists on going with Keith but Keith refuses, saying he will be fine on his own. Shiro reluctantly agrees and says to meet him at the football field when he is done. Keith nods on confirmations and beings to walk into the office meets the secretary Ms. Haggard, she looks up and glares at him, “bathroom is around the corner.”

“No umm I’m Keith I’m here to meet the principal?”

Ms. Haggard looks Keith up and down making him tense up, “Take a seat over there.” she directs.

Keith goes over to the seats and puts in his music. He wonders what this principal will be like. There are some who try to be his friend and there are others who threaten him. He doesn’t really like either of those but rather prefers the one that hides out in their office but he doesn’t think that will be the case this time, those guys don’t want to meet him.

“Principal Zarkon will see you now.” Ms. Haggard says.

Keith nods and walks into the office. He is greeted by a rather large man sitting behind a desk wearing a suit who is not even bothering to look up from his paperwork which Keith realizes is his file, if Keith was anybody else he would call him intimidating.

“Have a seat Mr. Kogane.” Zarkon gruffs.

Keith sits down at the chairs on the other side of the desk. He looks straight at the man across from him because he refuses to look weak in front of this man.

Zarkon looks right at him, “I have read your file and I am not pleased with what I see.”

Keith crosses his arms, Zarkon continues, “In previous schools you have gotten into fights, pulled fire alarms, and even punched a teacher.” He slams the file closed probably trying to scare Keith but all Keith does is glare at him while saying, “I had my reasons.”

Zarkon scoffs, “That’s what they all say.”

Keith shrugs. Zarkon stands up towering over Keith, “I don’t care how things worked in your previous schools or if people let you get away with things because they feel bad for you but that will not be the case here at Voltron.”

Keith laughs slightly at this, “I’ve heard all this before.”

Zarkon gives a sinister smile, “Well if you have heard it then you should know that if you do anything to disrupt this school I will kick you out of this school.” While talking Zarkon has stood up and is towering over Keith.

If Keith was a weaker man he would be terrified, but Keith has gone face to face with people a lot more intimidating than a high school principal. Keith stands up to get in Zarkon’s face ready to tell him exactly where he can shove his threat.

He never gets the chance because both men inside are startled by the door being pushed open by a man with orange hair and impressive moustache, “Zarkon I heard my newest art student is here!”

Zarkon pushes himself off the desk so he is standing up right and waves his hand toward Keith.

Coran either doesn’t notice the tension in the room or chooses to ignore it, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you my dear boy!,” He shakes Keith’s hand, “I am Mr. Coran, the art teacher at this fine establishment.”

Keith gives a small smile, his fighting instincts slowly fading “Keith.”

Coran claps his hands together, “Splendid well why don’t we get your schedule from Principal Zarkon here and I can show you around yes?”

Keith picks his bag up from the floor and nods to Coran.

Coran gets his schedule for him and reads over it, “My you are a smart lad! Follow me! It was good to see you again Zarkon!”

Zarkon grunts as a response to Coran and gives Keith one last deadly look before Keith is pulled out the door by an excited Coran.

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Keith and Coran walk down the hallway with Coran leading the discussion, “You have art with me right after lunch! Oh that is the best time because you aren’t hungry and can really focus on your projects!”

Keith smiles, he likes Coran, he seems really nice and likes art as much as Keith does, “What kinds of projects will we do in class?”

Coran somehow smiles even wider than he did before, “I like all my students to express their art however they seem fit. I will just assign a color scheme or an emotion and students have free reign from there.”

Keith nods in understanding, he really likes the idea of being allowed to do whatever he wants for the most part. He feels the weight of his sketchbook in his bag and decides to show Coran.

Coran actually bounces with excitement when he sees the sketchbook, he hold himself back from grabbing it as to make sure Keith is comfortable.

Keith speaks, somewhat self-conscious, “I really like abstract art.” He shows Coran his some of his better sketches.

Coran looks at the artwork in pure awe. He is currently looking at a drawing of what looks like a mans torso, it is drawn in pencil and it is dark and rough.

Keith continues, “I prefer dark colors but I will occasionally through in some other colors to add to it.” shows him one more picture this one a skull with what looks like fire in its eyes. Keith realises this is the most he has talked to a teacher basically ever so he immediately shuts his book and stuffs it back in his bag looking away.

Coran sees Keith closing up and wants none of it, “Well my dear boy I think you will be a great addition to art class this year.”

Keith looks back at Coran and gives a small smiles, “Thanks.”

“Of course boy! Now I’ve shown you where all your classes are let’s get you to the football field hm? I’m sure Shiro and Allura are wondering about you.”

Keith nods and they head over to the field not saying another word which Keith is grateful for.

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They arrive at the field and Keith waves goodbye to Coran and sits down in the bleaches. Shiro and Allura see him and they both wave. Keith waves back then puts in his headphones and gets his sketchbook out to pass time.

Keith does not now how much time passes exactly but his focus is interrupted by something happening off to his side. When he looks over he sees two of the cheerleaders one of them has short hair and one has a very long ponytail, they are talking to someone sitting down this person’s hair is short and going everywhere and they have big round glasses, they seem to be a few years younger. Keith looks at their posture and can tell that they are not very comfortable. He turns off his music to listen in.

“Look Ezor,” they short haired cheerleader says, “It’s the little bird.”

“Yeah your right Acxa,” Ezor says, “What’s their name again? Pidgen?” She laughs.

Acxa laughs too, “No no I think it’s just Pidge. What kind of name is Pidge anyway?”

Pidge clears their throat, “Can I help you with something?” Pidge says with mock confidence.

Ezor gasps, “Holy shit the bird talks.”

Pidge looks up at them, “I am not a bird.”

Acxa waves them off, “Yeah yeah whatever you say bird.”

Keith puts his sketchbook away, he does not really like where this conversation is going.

Ezor speaks, “What are you even doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the library studying in your little nest?”

Pidge rolls their eyes, “I’m just waiting for my brother and my friends. Not that it’s any of your business.”

Axca’s eyes light up, “Right! I always forget Matt’s your brother just doesn’t seem right.” She looks Pidge up and down.

Ezor smiles, “I know right? I mean Matt is just soo dreaming and you,” she looks down at Pidge not even finishing her sentence.

Axca continues, “Right! Also Hunk and Lance are your friends? I mean that makes no sense. Bet they just keep you around out of pity.”

Keith decides he has heard enough of this. He gets up and walks over to where they are standing and goes behind Pidge. He gives the two cheerleaders his most terrifying glare and their expressions immediately change to one of fear.

Pidge notices the looks on their faces and turns around to see Keith. They jump slightly but turn back around to glare at the girls as well. Both girls try to speak but nothing comes out and they walk away, “This isn’t over bird.”

Pidge just waves smiling at them. Pidge turns around to thank the guy behind them, “Hey umm thanks.”

By now Keith’s glare has gone down slightly, “No problem.”

Pidge smiles and holds out their hand, “I’m Pidge by the way but I guess you already knew that if you were listening.”

Keith takes their hand, “I’m Keith. I’m new.”

Pidge’s eyes light up, “Oh right! You live with Shiro and Allura right? They mentioned you last year.”

Keith nods, “Yeah.”

Pidge laughs, “Talkative.”

Keith shrugs. Pidge is about to say something else but is interrupted by someone calling their name. It’s three guys but one of them is a lot louder than the rest.

Pidge rolls their eyes, “Well that’s my cue to go. I’ll see you around. Thanks again.”

Keith nods and Pidge runs off to join their group. Shiro and Allura show up soon after and Keith goes off with them decided this school isn’t that bad.

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vxltrxn-imagines · 7 years

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The Voltrons- Heathers AU- KeithxReader

(A/N: Hey guys! Mod Pidge here! I’m so happy to be beginning this project. Some notes before we begin.

Yes, some characters will be majorly OOC. I tried to fit people as best as I saw fit and possible with their personalities, but due to the fact this is an AU following Heathers: The Musical some characters will have to be OOC. One primary example of this is Shiro as Heather Chandler. I chose Shiro as Heather because of the fact he is a natural born leader and a lot of people look up to him. Due to this, he will be bitchier and sassier than regular Shiro. I am editing and changing lines not only to fit the AU, but to try to fit lines the best way to characters too.

Not every scene will happen the same way as the musical, I am still trying to make this my own story as well. As such and because of reasons also stated above, some characters will have different thoughts and ambitions than their musical counterparts. The overall theme will be the same but some lines will be different (don't worry, “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw” will be the same ;p)

As seen from the above note this is a MATURE SERIES. Heathers is a musical that deals with teen suicide, bullying, homophobia, gun violence, murder and a very mature scene featuring two characters having sex. While this is done in a comedic way throughout, it still isn’t meant for those who won’t be able to handle it.

I hope you all enjoy this series! If you have any questions or comments at any point feel free to send in any questions! I love getting asks <33

PS: Really sorry this first chapter took so long to write, given the fact that Beautiful is an 8 minute song it would naturally take longer to edit, plus I wanted to edit out the parts of her talking to the audience since it wouldn’t make sense in a story like this and had to find a way to replace those information moments. This first chapter alone is 9 pages in Google Docs)

Chapter 1- Beautiful (Y/N) sighed as she woke up. It was the first day of her senior year, and while many would be happy about this, she felt numb and normal. Why? Well, Garrison High wasn’t exactly the best high school. The kids there were just..cruel. (Y/N) walked to school and pulled out her diary as she sat on the stairs to write in it,

“September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year. I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?” She pondered as she looked up from her diary as kids were walking on, calling out insults to each other as the passed in the hallway,

“Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!” They all yelled as (Y/N) shook her head and continued to write, trying her best to remain in her own little world,

“We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.”

“Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!” The yells of her fellow students once again distracted her as she continued writing,

“Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste.”

“Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!”

“Then we got bigger, That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome” She was about to write more before someone rammed into her on the stairs, despite not being at fault she yelled out, “Sorry!” Before she stood up and started to write now, acting as if she was still writing in her head, “Welcome to my school, This ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.”

“White trash!” Some kids yelled at her as she passed, causing her to sigh internally before continuing (A/N: Sorry if you’re not white I always just interrupted that line as being yelled at Veronica!)

“College will be paradise If I'm not dead by June!” She sighed, before changing her mood and smiling, “But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful…” She was about to continue internally until she saw a popular shoving someone to the floor, “Just not today.” She finished before running to see the kid who was now on the floor,

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked, offering a hand to help him up, before he helped himself up and yelled in her face,

“Get away, nerd!!” “O-Oh. Okay..” She walked to the cafeteria upset, not understanding why no one around here ever accepted or wanted her help.

“Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!” The kids in the cafeteria were yelling, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes at Homo being used as an insult, before she started writing in her diary again as she was waiting in the lunch line,

“Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town.” She shook her head softly as she continued, “Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes…” Again she was interrupted by someone bumping into her, only this time it was the popular linebacker, Ram Sweeney,

“Watch it!” He yelled at her as (Y/N) breathed through her nose, her anger getting to her more now, “Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!” She was ready to act like nothing happened, until Ram pushed her tray into the air,

“Ooooops.” He said with a smirk as he started to turn around and walk away, until (Y/N) called after him.

“Hey! Stop being such a huge dick!!” She yelled, causing Ram to turn back around and get up close and threateningly to her,

“What did you say to me skank!?” He yelled in her face, causing (Y/N) to flinch scared and back down, “N-Nothing!” “That’s what I thought!” He shoved her slightly again as he walked away and (Y/N) picked up her diary again,

“But I know, I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, I pray For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful…” She continued before she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see her best friend,

“Hunk! Hey!” She hugged him softly,

“We still on for food night?” He asked sofly “Yeah! You’re on recipe detail!” “Great! I found a new recipe for cake pops!” “Again? Haven’t you tried them all by now?” “What can I say? I’m a sucker for things on sticks” (Y/N) was about to giggle and respond before the quarterback and “smartest guy on the football team” came up to them and yelled,

“Hunk Garbagetruck!! Wide load!! Ha ha!” He yelled as he slammed poor Hunk’s tray on the ground, causing (Y/N) to snap,

“Hey! Pick that up right now!” She yelled “I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?” He tilted his head intimidatingly,

“Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant!” (Y/N) responded without missing a beat but started to get more nervous as Kurt approached her more

“...You have a zit right there! Ha ha!” He walked off proudly as (Y/N) shook her head and started writing in her diary again

“Dear diary: why.... Why do they hate me? Why don't I fight back? Why does he act like such a creep? Why won't she date him? Why did he hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? Somebody hug us! Somebody fix us! Somebody save us! Send us a sign, God! Give us some hope here! Something to live for”

(Y/N) had finished just in time to see all the kids fawning as three people strutted into the room

“Ah! Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!” (Y/N) shook her head softly at everyone fawning as she sketched out a quick sketch of the three in her diary, and wrote down her thoughts about them as the kids continued fawning around her

“Then there's the Voltrons. They float above it all.”

“I love Shiro, Pidge, and Lance.”

“Lance McClaine. Made Head cheerleader despite being a male. His dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings.”

“I hate Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!”

“Pidge Gunderson. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.”

“I want Shiro, Pidge, and Lance!”

“And Takashi Shirogane, The Almighty...He is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that..” She finished her writing as the bell rang, and she followed The Voltrons into the CoEd bathroom. She heard the sound of vomiting, and figured it was probably Pidge. The poor girl had bulimia, and hardly anyone seemed to actually care. (Y/N) hide behind a stall and started writing something as she listened into the conversation that was now happening,

“Grow up, Pidge. Bulimia is so '87.” Shiro called out as he worked on perfecting his eyeliner

“Maybe you should see a doctor, Pidge.” Lance said as he looked sympathetically towards the stall Pidge was in.

“Yeah, Lance. Maybe I should.” She replied weakly. As she replied, a teacher, Ms Allura, walked in,

“Ah, Shiro and Lance.” She started, as the sound of Pidge vomiting erupted again, “... and Pidge. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.” She called, as (Y/N) was silently grateful that she had been prepared for this situation, and was ready to come out when the time called for it,

“Pidge wasn't feeling well. We're helping her.” Shiro replied with his arms crossed, causing Allura to chuckle softly, not backing down,

“Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention.” She said causing the Voltrons to roll their eyes as Pidge emerged from the stall and (Y/N) came out from her hiding spot,

“Actually, Ms. Allura, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.” She held out a piece of paper and Ms Allura took it to examine it,

“I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going.” She said as she started to hand back the hall pass to (Y/N) before Shiro intercepted it to examine it with the rest of the Voltrons behind him,

“This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” He asked,

“U-Uh (Y/N) (L-L/N). I crave a boon.”

“What boon?” Shiro asked with his arms folded,

“Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary.

If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone....” (Y/N) started as the Voltrons started to erupt in laughter and walk away before (Y/N) continued with something that grabbed their attention, “Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.”

“How about prescriptions?” Pidge asked, stepping out of her position from behind Shiro slightly.

“Shut up, Pidge!”

“Sorry, Shiro…” Pidge got back in her place as Shiro examined (Y/N) who was standing still in front of him, wondering why he was examining her so closely,

“For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.” He mused, as Lance stepped out of place to join in on it,

“And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull,

I'd have matching halves. That's very important.” He said, patting (Y/N)’s back softly as he finished

“Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.” Pidge mused as she walked in a small circle around her. Shiro smirked and started singing softly,

“And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; And Lance, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.”

“Let's make her beautiful” Pidge joined in before Lance did too,

“Let's make her beautiful.”

“Make her beautiful... Okay?” Shiro asked, but it wasn’t really a question, and (Y/N) nodded,

“Okay!”

A day passed, and it was now lunch again. Things were going as usual, everyone yelling and insulting and pushing each other, until Ms Allura made an observation,

“Who's that with Shiro?” Everyone’s heads snapped up as they all started watching the door anxiously to get a better look at this mysterious person,

“Whoa! Shiro, Pidge, Lance... And... someone! Shiro, Pidge, Lance... And a babe! Shiro, Pidge, Lance…” They all were confused and were about to state their confusion again until Hunk was able to recognize who this was,

“(Y/N)!?” He exclaimed, shocked that his best friend he’s known his entire life was now drop dead gorgeous. (Y/N) nodded towards him, before she burst into song out of happiness,

“And ya know, ya know, ya know life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!”

“Shiro! Pidge! Lance! (Y/N)! Shiro! Pidge! Lance! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The kids around them all had started cheering, as (Y/N) was practically jumping up and down in joy. This was the start of a new day, and a new life. Maybe Senior Year wasn’t going to be all that bad.

#(holy hell this is so long)#Mod Pidge #Fic by Mod Pidge #AU by Mod Pidge #Heathers #Heathers Crossover #Shiro #Pidge #Lance #Hunk #Reader #x Reader #The Voltrons #Heathers AU #[ Keith x Reader ]

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