Bubba

Bubba ❤

Not my boy

Yunobo x reader

Warnings! Mention of drugs? (Like... Marbled Rock Roast), Yunobo wearing mask, a little rude Yuno, totk spoilers

I think that's all! Enjoy!

You ran home as fast as you could, wanting to snuggle up to your goron boyfriend as soon as possible. You've missed Yunobo incredibly, your kind, gentle goron.

You've been gone for a long time. The journey to your native village to your family took longer then you thought it would and when you came back you didn't understand anything. You got that something was wrong when, in the middle of the day, during working hours, one of the gorons was sitting on the ground. His eyes are red, and he keeps himself sitting only with help of the wall behind him. He didn't respond to your attempts to talk to him, so you decided to run to the city and call for help.

Goron City didn't look good either. Everyone is tired-lookig, and Bludo you met on the way only got worse with his back.

Old Goron just explained what happened. He told about new version of Rock Roast, about how the behavior of the Gorons has changed and about what happened to Yunobo.

Yunobo is the kindest and most sympathetic goron you've ever known. Your dear boyfriend. But the way Bludo described him doesn't look like him at all... rude, loud, boorish... This is not your Yunobo. Bludo also mentioned something about a mask...

"Try to talk to him. Maybe he'll listen to you..."

The old goron said with a heavy sigh.

And you immediately went to him, to the mine where he is now. Where he takes Marbled Rock Roast.

He was there. But it's not your Yunobo. Not the Goron you fell in love with.

"Hey! I told no one but me to come in here!" The young goron shouted at the whole mine, heading towards you with fast pace.

You crossed your arms, waiting for him at the exit with a frown on your face.

The president didn't keep you waiting long, stopping right in front of you with a smirk. His eyes seem to burn red under that damn mask.

"Welcome back, Goro! Oh? What's with the face? Aren't you happy to see me?" Said goron taking you by the chin.

You couldn't believe it was him. That the one who stands in front of you is your once gentle goron, who was afraid to hurt you and did not touch you that confidently.

"What's going on, Yuno? What's with the city? Why are the Gorons in such state?" You said, removing his hand from your face. His hands seemed unbearably hard for you right now.

Yunobo frowned.

"The Gorons are in perfectly fine. But there's something wrong with you"

You look at his displeased grin. His eyes shine with a dangerous flame, not the soft fire that you are used to.

"You're not Yunobo..." you said through your teeth.

Your boyfriend's face is twisted with anger.

"And what do you mean by that, huh?"

"That there's something wrong with you! Take your mask off!"

You reached for the mask, but he grabbed your wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't touch... pf... Something wrong with me, Goro? With me?! You've been in your village for longer than you promised! It's not my fault that you missed all the changes! And now it's my fault?!" The young goron shouted angrily.

The skin on your wrist started to turn red from the way he squeezed your hand, forcing you to close your eyes.

"Stop, it hurts!"

Tears rolled from your eyes. Your gentle goron would never do that. He's not the one you love so much... Not your boy...

"Oh no, honey, that's not how things are done"

He sounded annoyed. Pulling you by the hand, he put you between him and the wall. One of the hands slid down on your thigh, squeezing tightly so that you would not have the opportunity to leave. He leaned forward, trapping you between his muscular body and the mine wall. The other hand stopped on the wall next to your head. A sneaky grin spread across his face. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. His warm breath burns the skin of your neck, and no amount of Fireproof Elixir will help.

"We have to catch up on everything you missed during your absence, don't you agree, dear?"

Ah well... Requests are open.

I don't know if anybody thought about that but...

Only two of us now...

Thomas Hewitt x reader

It's part two. Well... Part one

Warning! gore, blood mentioned, killing mentioned, still no romance. Enjoy!

His house

You don't know how long you've been sleeping. Just like you don't know where you are. Disorientation quickly turned into panic when you realized the sound from which you woke up. Scream. A cry of pain, somewhere nearby. The scream is loud, as if someone is being skinned... And the voice is like Billy's. The hair stood up in horror when the memories of the gas station came flooding back to you.

Trying to sit down, you found that you were tied to the table leg by your hands. And the legs are tied at the ankles. The screams in the background are overlaid by the sounds of a chainsaw. No... No. No! The scream became so loud that you were ready to swear that your eardrums would burst. How painful. It hurts everywhere, but most of all it hurts your wrists, which you desperately pull, trying to break away from the table. The damn table is just shaking.

Then everything stopped. You didn't even realize that you were screaming yourself until that moment. Silence. Like in a cemetery. It was interrupted by light, quick footsteps. To your horror, you realized that the footsteps were approaching you. You didn't want to meet anyone from this damn place.

It would be better if you worked in a damn bar on the edge of town for the rest of your days than what is happening now! Why did you agree to this "journey" at all!?

Tears rolled from your eyes from the memories of your quiet life. Life before you agreed to the trip. Your then-serious problems seem so simple now. You would give anything to relive those worries again, just not what is happening now.

Your hysteria was interrupted by a woman's calm voice and the touch of a wet cool cloth to your forehead.

"Silly, you woken up. You are pale as death, and forehead is cold. And so dirty..."

the woman said, wiping the dirt and blood from your face. She's obviously not young anymore, but she can't be called too old either.

"Thomas treated you carefully. Your friends aren't so lucky," the woman said after finishing washing your face.

What the hell is she talking about?! You no longer have the strength to cry when a woman begins to gently stroke your hair.

"You know.... I've always wanted a daughter," She mumbles, moving her hand to your face to stroke your cheek.

Daughter?! Is she crazy?!

You wanted to keep crying, run as far as possible, wrap yourself in a blanket and believe that it was just a dream. But the pain in your wrists and the reality of her touch confirmed the opposite.

"Behave yourself, and maybe you'll live longer," the woman said, finally pulling away and walking away from you. All you had to do was fight with the ropes on your wrists. But it didn't lead to anything.

Judging by the light from the window, it's been several hours. It's gotten a lot darker, and you're still on the floor, tired of crying. How you hate it.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you tense up. God, you're willing to lie on a dirty floor, just not these bastards.

A large dark figure appeared in the passage. It's him... The one they call Thomas.

You were shaking when he started to approach. No... no. It's your turn. Are you really going to die like this?! You don't stand a chance against him. You are hurt and scared by your own weakness.

You wanted to live. You wanted to see a family, maybe get a dog or a child in the future... But right now, you were willing to die quickly, just not to be the next one whose screams would echo throughout the house. And you had a feeling that it was this guy's fault. It's his fault that one of your friends was in pain, and the blood on his apron and hands only confirms this.

Judging by the light from the window, it's been several hours. It's gotten a lot darker, and you're still on the floor, tired of crying. God... How you hate it....

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, making you tense up. God, you're willing to lie on a dirty floor, just not these crazies.

A large dark figure appeared in doors. It's him... The one they call Thomas.

You were shaking when he started to approach. No... no. It's your turn. Are you really going to die like this?! You don't stand a chance against him. You are hurt and scared by your own weakness.

You wanted to live. You wanted to see a family, maybe get a dog or a child in the future... But right now, you were willing to die quickly, just not to be the next one whose screams would echo throughout the house. And you had a feeling that it was this guy's fault. It's his fault that one of your friends was in pain, and the blood on his apron and hands only confirms this.

You froze when Thomas came closer. Your brain and body are so exhausted that you can't kick anymore when the giant unties your hands from the table and throws you over his shoulder. Where is he taking you? Thomas went into the hallway and then up the stairs to the second floor.

He doesn't know why Luda wanted to leave you alive. Yes, you're pretty, you resist a little and cry quietly, without annoying Monty. But why would they need someone else? He himself could help with all the housework, even with the "female" part. And Charlie got angry again. Although he did not argue, Mom's word is the law.

Lying on his shoulder, you hopelessly watch as the front door goes out of sight, being replaced by the floor of the second floor.

Thomas brought you into a room that has a bed, a closet, a small table and a chair. The giant carefully seated your shaking figure on a chair, tying you with ropes.

When he was sure that you were tightly tied to chair, Thomas looked up at you. Your eyes, red with tears, filled with fear and pain, looked at him. Nothing new. You sniff, trying to breathe evenly so as not to burst into tears again. Your skin looks so soft... Thomas raised his hand to stroke your cheek.

You twitched at his touch. Fingers rough from daubs and physical work stroke your cheek, lightly pressing to feel the texture better.

He would give anything to have his face like that. Or so someone's eyes looked at him without fear, with tenderness, like his mother.

He looks at you like a wet kitten that was picked up on the street. Like if he was ready to defend himself at any second, shocked, but so glad that you didn't run away. Not that you can.... Or maybe?

Requests are open! I don't know what to write... :(

Who fell first/who fell harder? Love language Pet names

Yona:

You fell first, but she fell harder. She has Sidon already, so it took time to accept your feelings. But if you fell for both of them it makes everything easier! She adores you and Sidon so much!

Her love language is physical touches. She gives you the warmest hugs and sweetest kisses! And if it's Sidon x Yona x you, your days will be full of physical affection from both zora. You better be ready :) She also loves to give you cute little things she found, bought or made. (Like necklaces, corals, shells and everything she finds beautiful! Maybe something to remind you of her)

I guess pet names are.... "Dear, sweetie, love, pearl, my sunshine"

Riju:

She fell first, but you fell harder. Gerudo shief is so deep in love, so she is all around you. I bet she taught you how to deal with Sand seals.

Her love language is gift giving. She probably bought you every jewelry from Gerudo's masterpieces and everything you looked at in the shop. She will definitely try to master the hobbies that you love so that you can do it together!

Most of time she calls you by affectionate form of your name. But she also can use "Darling, cutie, sweet one, cupcake"

Urbosa:

You fell first and you fell harder. This strong, independent lady will fall for you with time, but then she does.... My god. You can't get enough of her love.

Her love language is quality time. She will spend all her time with you. Sweet talks and a lot of shared interests are here! She will be interested in things you like just as much as she would like to show you what she is mad about.

Pet names she uses can change depending on her mood and situation. But her personal favorite ones are "sugarplum, beautiful, precious, lovebug" Maybe she will call you "kitten" at times.

Mipha:

She fell first and she fell harder. No doubt about that. Poor princess can't handle with herself, then you are around. She is so shy about her feelings, so you will know about them from her father or if you confess first.

Her love language is quality time. She will learn about everything you like, so you had things to talk about. You will do a lot of little things together, like hand crafts, swimming together, gazing at stars at night from top of domain. She will teach you about holidays, traditions, courtship of Zora if you are interested.

Pet names are "Cutie pie, sweetheart, muffin, sweetie, my hero" And yeah, I am sure about last one. She wants you to feel strong even if she is champion here :)

Part with male characters is here!

Requests are open! Write me if you wish to make one!