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BAKUGOU X QUIRKLESS READER HEADCANONS
Characters- Bakugou and quirkless reader
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He hated you as much as he did Deku at first and treated you the same way.
He would mock and constantly brag about how much better he is then you, even go as far as showing off his quirk in front of you.
But despite all of this harshness, the angry Pomeranian harbored secret feelings for you.
He refused to say anything to you out of fear of looking weak and secretly out of fear you would reject him.
Those feelings came out though when he was walking through the halls to get to his classroom and saw two guys poking fun of you for quirkless.
He felt his blood boil, he stomped over to the guys and grabbed them by the collars of their shirts, “Got a problem you bastards!” The scowl on his face was enough to scare them shitless and they both furiously shook their heads, bakugou dropped them and they both ran in the opposite direction. You give him a shocked face not expecting him of all people to help you out like that “t-thanks bakugou” He just rolled his eyes “Tch”
But despite his usual angry and grumpy attitude you can’t help but quickly notice the slight blush that had spread across his cheeks. He looks up at you with a scowl on his face “Listen you damn dumbass, if anyone makes fun of you like that again, I want to know about it so I can take care of them personally, YOU HEAR ME!”
You looked at him shocked by both his words and sudden outburst. “But I thought you hated me as well..because I don’t have a quirk” simply saying the words made you feel helpless and hopeless not a nice combination in the slightest. He looked at you with a guilty expression plastered across his face. “L-look dumbass, I-I..I’m sorry”
You hadn’t properly heard what he has said because his volume was unusually low something it usually wasn’t, you look at him with a confused express for a few seconds, “sorry I didn’t quite catch that” If possible the usual scowl on his face became more prominent “I SAID I’M SORRY DIPSHIT”
You looked at him with an surprised expression, you honestly weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not, so you blinked your eyes a few times to make sure, “it’s ok bakugou really it’s fine, you are right anyway about the things you say so it’s- he harshly grabbed you by your shoulders, and gave you a stern look “No I’m not, I’m not right about anything I said about you and I’m sorry, you’re amazing Y/n, with or without a quirk, you’re smart, beautiful and talented, I love you ALRIGHT!” you were in complete shock from what he was saying to you “..I love you Y/n” he whispered out, his grip on your shoulders loosened a bit, he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes so he kept his eyes on the ground, fear and nervousness taking a hold of him after just realizing what he said.
“I love you too”
His head snapped up to look at your face, not really believing you for a second, he smirked at you after a few seconds, “HAH, I knew you would” but you both knew that wasn’t the case, you just grin at him and let him have this one, you quickly lean up and kiss his cheek, you turn around and start heading to your class, you give him a quick wave goodbye before you move out of his line of sight.
He stands there for a few seconds a flabbergasted and blushing mess before regaining composure over himself and walks to his class with a prideful smirk on his face,
“Idiot”
One things for sure no one is messing with you ever again.
He’ll always have your back.
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A/N: this is my very first writing piece ever :0
I hope you guys like it’s not as good as most but I’m proud of it regardless, any writing tips will be very welcome. <3
Requested?: No (Please request…)
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff/ kinda songfic
Reader's Relations: None
Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this
Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)
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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”
“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”
I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”
“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”
I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.
I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:
‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’
“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.
“Hi.”
Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”
“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”
He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”
I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”
Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”
“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”
I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”
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“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”
“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”
“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”
“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”
“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.
“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”
“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”
“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”
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“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.
“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.
“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”
I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”
“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”
I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”
“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”
I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”
“He means what’s your sexuality?”
“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.
“And why is that ‘complicated’?”
“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”
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“Are you nervous?”
“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.
“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”
Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.
“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”
I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.
“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.
“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”
“‘Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”
“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”
“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”
His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”
“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”
I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”
Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”
I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”
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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh