BNHA Boyfriend Headcanons + Oneshots (HIATUS)

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    "Good morning, my angel." You awaken to a high, and soft whispering voice. The sound waved like silk into your cold ears, and the soft tone felt angelic, like a harp playing in a warm and cuddly room with milk and cookies.

However, this feeling was lost a long time ago. It was all lost the night the voice had kidnapped you, and chained you to this bed in which you rest in. Ochaco Uraraka had been holding you captive and chaining you to her bed for two weeks.

"Will you.. talk to me, today?" You can feel her holding you from behind. Normally, she'd want you to spoon her, but of course you had no intentions of getting lovey-dovey with this perpetrator. "I already got all of your blankets and stuffed animals from your old house.."

Her voice was barely above a quivering whisper. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and leaned her head into the nape of your neck to kiss it and smell your hair.

"I've made this room look exactly like your old one, but pinker! I styled my hair to how you want, I've changed my personality for you, I even dyed my hair and ordered contact lenses but no matter what I do.. You won't give me affection." Her voice shakes as she squeezes you, hard. Her whimpers hit your neck and you shiver from the contact. You can feel her tears stain your shirt as she presses her head into your back.

"Am I not enough? Am I ugly? Do you hate me, Y/n? Do you hate me?" You can practically hear her wide eyes and whimpers as she cries from the situation. "TELL ME, Y/N. TALK TO ME."

Waves of thick air press you down. Your stomach feels like if it drops once more, you might just throw up. There's a ringing screaming at you in only one deafening tone that won't change, no matter how you plea. The thick pressure holds you down. Your mind blanks, ignoring the pleading behind you.

"TELL ME WHAT TO DO, Y/N! PLEASE! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ON MY OWN." She flips you over to sit atop you, resting her arms on your shoulders to look into your quiet eyes. Her loud and shaking voice stings your ears like cold water hitting you in the winter. Her darkened face is shaking in pain as her wide, eerie smile threatens to falter.

                                                                                       ¿̷̴̸̵̴̷̷̵̸̶̷̶̶̵̴̴̨̡̨̡̨̢̨̧̧̨̛̛̥͈̙̙̥̠̟̩̻͉͉͇͓̗̬̘͚̥̲̭͉̬̬̞͍̱̩͔̹̘̮̭̗̗͔͎̣͔̹͕̮̱͖̙̫̙̰͎͇͎͕̥̮͍̥̲̪̥͎͙̯̼̭̠̝͉̖̪̹͖̗̘̣̪̭̪͉̦̳͓̮̥͕̮̙͍̻̣̩͎̳͚̟͔̮͔̂̅̋̈́̎̒͛̂̇́̅͛̿̊̄̋̀̍̈́͂̿͒̅̆͗̂̍̏͗̈̑̐̈́̍͑́͒̈́̅͂̆́̎̊͋̄̊̽͌̒́͑̐̉͒̌̑͆̿̃͑̈̓̈͑̊̊̎̓̚͘͘͘̕̚͜͝͠͝ᴇ̴̵̶̷̷̵̷̶̵̸̴̧̢̡̡̢̛̛͓̖͔̟̲̖͍̰͉͉͓̣̥͖̹̫̟̝̖̩̻̲̜̭̱͕̪͍̝̯̳̱̠͈̹͍̜͙̜͔͇̱̙̱̜̼͎̬̦͙͐́̽̽͂͗̓̊̀̄̋̈́͐͆͊͗̅̃̅̓̇̋̽̈́̀̔̋̆̿͋̃̉̆̀̈́̿̅͌̑̔̀̈̆̏͊̔́̔̃̓̐́̕̚͘͘͜͝͠͠ͅᴍ̸̴̴̵̸̴̷̶̴̶̸̸̴̴̶̧̡̨̧̡̢̢̡̡̧̢̡̛̛̛̛̳̯̣͍̰̟͔̫̪̱̗̫̱̱͍̰̪͔̝̯̜͚̰̬͚͎̱̙̻̖͉̻̗̟͈̹͍͍̟͍͙̠͙̱̳͔͓̞̼̯͙͓͉̮̜̰̖̭͇͍̮̘̘̱͎̭̖̺̘̹̊́̎́͗̌͋͗̌͑̓́̎͊̅͂̿͆̐̋̍͛͐͊̆̍͊̎̑̓͐̋̅̇̀̽̆́͑̔̈́͂̔̓̆́̇͗͒͆̈͂̑͌͒̎͐͑̆̄̊̓̄̀̐̈̋̔͒̽̕̕̚͘͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝ ̸̷̶̴̷̴̵̷̵̴̴̸̴̶̵̵̨̨̨̡̡̧̢̨̡̛̥̮̪͙͚̝̥̥͚͎̰͓͚̪̱̬͖̭̰̹̺̣̥͎̪̻͕̦̘͓̝͚̺̭͖͎͉̬͉̲̳̘̲̖̮̻̪͈͙̪̖̝̦̟̭̖̜̼͙͔̝̗͐͛̂̔̀̐̓̾̄̒̏͆̈́̔̅̓͋̂͒̌͐̔̃̒͋͛͐̋͊̔̄̍̑̒̑̾̈́̄̿̊͂͂̀̄́̈̔̏͋̓̐̓͊̓͛̅͋̊͗̀̆̌͒͌̀̆̒̃̎̇̋̎̉̿͐̕̚̕̚͜͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅᴇ̴̸̷̶̵̸̶̴̴̧̡̢̧̡̛̛͓̜̝͍̳̝̦͙̯͔͓͕̜̗̖̮̹̣̫̤͚̱̜̣̮͙̫̭͍̮͂͑͂̃̌̑̐͌̃̒̀͒͊͊̽͂̓̾̔͆͊̐̆͂́͗̎̾̈́̈́̈́̒͊̐̏͌̐̃́̒̋̓̄̋̾̐͘̕͝͝ͅᴠ̷̸̴̶̴̴̶̵̵̵̴̵̷̶̶̴̢̨̧̧̢̡̧̨̢̛̛̺͎̳̞̱̜̰͕̪̦̯̤̟̫̙͍͕̬̠̲͉͖̘̪̙̼̰̣̱̙̦̖͈͔̳͕͈͔̲̥̗̯̖͕̖͔̱̼̥̬͕̺̭̠̼̠̻̩̤̗͚̬̳̝͚̰̳̟͕͙̦̘̟͎̲͔͓̥͚̤̫̝̹͇̱̒̀̊͒͊͐̒͂̐͑͌́̅̍̈̉̀̍̀̃̈́̇̇̓́̂̈́̊͛͆̆̿̍̂̒̏̒͊͊̆̌́̒̈́̌̈̿͌̐́̈́̽͂̓́̃̈́̓̇̔̔̔̐́̾̇́͆̓̑̽́̎̀̐̏̋̌̀͛̂̈́͐̃̚͘̚̕͘̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅᴏ̸̷̷̷̵̸̷̸̷̴̵̷̴̸̷̴̷̨̡̨̧̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̝̻͔͖̲̖͙̬̦͔̱̜̪͚͖͉͔̘͍͓̜͓̟̯̠͕̲̘̭̞̟̫̗̝̻̣͉̲̖͕̗͖̰̖̰̤̬̜̥̻̱̘̝̹̹̲̰̱̞̗̌̐̈̓͌́͋̿͋͛̄̂͋̈́̅͐̔̃̒̅͊͛̒̋͊̂͌̋̈́̒͗̅́̀́̽̈͗̾͊̓̇̈̄̔̀̀̇̿̽̔̌͒͊̑̌̀͂̾̃̾͋̒͐̉͛̋̐̑̉͒̌̏͂̆̽̌̄̒̔̈͊̒̉̆̔̀͆̀͐̀̕͠͠͝͠ͅʟ̵̶̸̵̷̷̶̵̶̵̧̨̧̨̛̦̖͚̻̖͈̱̼͖͚̤͖͓͕̞͎͎̞̱̲̳̥̪̣̗̤͓͎̮̞̫̺͇̺̤͖̹̗͓̫̘͎̻͎̘̜̝̰̯̩̌̐̔̾̈́̈́̎̔̒̾̎̈́̂̈̍̈́̍̆͋̀̈́͌̍̉̊͋̃͌̆̂̿́̀̂̏̃̇̇͌̉̄̀̓͋͂́̆̈͐̀͒̉̀̂̚͘̚̚͠ͅ