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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 4
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You figured that it would have been best to arrive early in order to make a good first impression, so you arrived at your workplace around fifteen minutes. It wasn't hard to find Oliver's. The rest of the street was dull in comparison to the cafe, which instead was painted with pastels of pinks, blues and yellows and polished for a finishing touch. You wondered just how interesting of a manager you would be working for - you imagined it to be a lady, a posh yet kind one.

You stood in front of the glass windows that stretched from the ground and up, allowing you to peer inside. The exterior truly reflected the inside, with just as much color and excitement. The building was beyond enticing, with round, candy-shaped tables scattered around the room in an attracting way, with flowery wallpaper adorned with framed pictures of cats and cupcakes.

Inhaling one last breath, you pushed open the glass door and was greeted with a soft chime of a bell, followed by a strong gast of the scent of freshly baked goods, so intense that it could bring anyone's mouth to water. You glanced around, admiring the whole set up of the cozy cafe.

Clinking of utensils and equipment was heard only faintly coming from the kitchen. You guessed that he or she would have been a baker of some sort. Unable to find any other staff member lurking in the main area, you called in the direction of the sound.

"Hello?" you called. The sounds stopped, replaced by a series of footsteps that skipped towards you.

Your eyes widened into dinner plates and you had to blink twice to confirm that you weren't hallucinating. A young man in around his late twenties presented himself- with strawberry blonde hair and aqua blue eyes that shone in delight, paired with a dazzling smile. Good heavens! Even the people here were camouflaged with their workplace! Were you missing out on something?

"Why, hello poppet!" he chimed, batting his eyelashes and clasping his hands together. The way how he poised himself was rather feminine.

"H-hello! I'm (F/N)... Are you the manager here?" you said, stunned by the man in front of you.

He nodded furiously and took your hands, before rubbing them reassuringly with his thumb, something that your mother would have done. "That's right! I'm Oliver Kirkland, it's fabulous to meet you. Thank goodness you're here!" he added. "Now now, we should get to work, shall we? I've been dying for some assistance - I'm so blessed that somebody finally applied!"

You smiled softly, already feeling your anxiety drain from your body. "Well, here I am!"

Closing his eyes into a closed eye smile, he chuckled. "I like your optimism! But, enough of the dilly-dallying, I'll show you around the shop!"

*Time skip*

The day consisted of a lot of baking, giggles and a lot of baking - he discovered that you were a fast learner, and so you were able to not only master the waiting skills you needed for your role, but also some cupcake recipes that you were free to bake whenever you wanted. At the end of the day at around five, an orange glow had already cast over the cafe, turning everything it touched into gold.

Pulling off the apron over your head that was stained pink with icing, you hung it on a rack behind the main dining area and slipped out of your dress. You put on the rest of your clothes, then proceeded to leave and go home. Stepping out the door without forgetting to say goodbye, you couldn't shake off the feeling of a pair of burning eyes on you.

Seriously, this was a kind of Déjà vu for you...

Twisting yourself 180 degrees, your instincts didn't fail you.

It was a random guy, a stranger that stood there with his gaze locked on you. He dressed in dark colors and had oddly shaded eyes, a ruby red hue. A dog tag hung loosely around his neck and he wore ripped, navy jeans as well as dark brown bomber jacket. Swallowing hard, your lips twitched, round eyes swimming with fear. His presence was screaming and resonating out a bad-boy vibe, most prominent from the dangerous bat he held that had tens of nails poking out of it.

"Hey... You're the new waitress, right?" he started. He then flickered his irises over to your startled expression. "Didn't mean to frighten you, doll."

"Wha- who are you calling doll? And yes, I am. Is there a problem?" you replied, showing distaste for the nickname he gave you.

"Yeah, there is. If I were you I'd quit." he pressed firmly, stepping closer to you, towering his taller self over you.

"What? I'm not going to quit just cuz' you told me to!" you shot back defensively, narrowing your eyes at him as he stared at you indifferently. It was like everyone was discouraging you from doing this, even if it was as unrelated as this. Whoever this guy was, you definitely weren't going to listen to him.

"Well, you should." he replied, on a much lower volume than your own. "Oliver's a weirdie. You don't want to be involved with him."

"How is he weird?" you asked, even though you agreed. He was quite eccentric, but not to the point that you would not be acquainted with him and quit your job.

A look of amusement flashed onto the stranger's face and he gave you an are-you-serious look. "Really doll? You still can't tell even from working with that pink shit all day? Even with all that rainbow jazz?"

"Excuse me? That's really rude, and he's a nice man... What are you getting at?" you crossed your arms. "So what if he likes pink? I like pink too..." you murmured the last parts as a small blush crept onto your cheeks. His lips curled into a grin, finding your obliviousness a turn on.

"Well, what I'm saying is, he's not really sane. You should steer clear of crazies like him-" leaning forward to your ear, he cupped his mouth for extra effect. "He's been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and possesses murderous tendencies."

Your heart rate escalated when he whispered in your ear, making you jump on the spot from shock.

"Oh my god, what the hell? I mean, why did you do that?" you squeaked.

He shrugged.

"Eh, no reason." he said. "But seriously, you shouldn't be here. You know, he's even k-"

"(F/N)!" someone called from his back. That cut him off, making you both peer over to see who it was. It was Oliver in his apron.

"Is Allen giving you a hard time?" he added, flickering his eyes over to the auburn-haired male with a dark glint.

You looked over to the said person in front of you, whom you presumed to be the so-called 'Allen'. You rolled your eyes back over to Oliver and called, "Oh, n-not really! We're just chatting, is all!"

Which was much to Allen's surprise. He expected you to say yes and hopefully be rescued, but no, you weren't so predictable like he'd thought. Oliver waved his hand at you both, which currently had a whisk held between his fingers.

"Oh, alright! If he does just give me a shout! I'll be just in the kitchen!" With that, he stepped back in out of sight.

Almost immediately, you both turned to each other.

"What are you smiling at?" you narrowed your eyes, feeling your lips stretch into a smile. "Allen?"

"Oh nothing much. Just a lil' glad you lied to the old man for me." he cooed.

You had to do a double take there.

"Wait, he's your dad?" you asked, completely astounded by such close relations that seemed to spring from nothing. Oliver was as gay as a double rainbow and he loved baking, no way in hell is he the parent of this guy.

He chuckled and snaked his arms around your waist, which brought a reaction out of you immediately. All the playfulness had faded from your face, unknown to him.

The space in between you both was now growing smaller and smaller. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship,"

You glanced at your abdomens briefly before they pressed together, triggering your creep reflex where your arm seemed to move on its own and shove him off of you roughly.

"Woah, dollface! Chill! I wasn't trying to rape ya or anything." he held up his hands defensively, eyes widened as a dark shadow partially hid your face.

"I don't care. Just don't touch me." you seethed through your teeth.

The moment his skin came into contact with yours, even if it were only a light graze, it was foreign to you, and you hated it. With a passion. It felt so odd, yet so sinful - like it was an act of betrayal. Worst things worst, it was intimate, something you thought you could only share with one person. Like you were stabbing that person in the back, how he wasn't here caused the blood to drip onto you.

Allen sighed dejectedly and shut his eyes.

"Geez, I get it you don't want to be touched by a delinquent like me, but no need to get so worked up though." he grumbled.

Your breath hitched and you blinked furiously. "I-I'm sorry. I just..." you breathed deeply, sucking in a lot of air before letting it all out. "F-feel really bad, you know?" your voice cracked. You frowned, feeling unwanted heat rush to your face which signalled to you that you were going to break down. There was this guy you had just met and you were possibly about to reveal one of your biggest secrets to him. At least a part of it.

"My boyfriend is away and... I really miss him." you said, your gaze now focused on the ground. "I really love him though.'

"Ah, fuck- I mean, that's too bad." he quickly corrected himself, which caused a small laugh to slip past your lips.

"Yeah..." you murmured.

"So..." he dragged the o out, preventing an awkward atmosphere from unfolding. "Can I have your number?"

You shrugged. "Sure. But this isn't anything to do with dating, okay?" you replied, pulling out your phone where he did the same.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed.

Flickering his eyes over to you as you entered your passcode, he watched you like you were the most interesting thing in the world. Maybe he would never find someone that would love him.

You handed your phone to him, where he eagerly punched in the numbers to create a new contact. He then passed both of the phones to you.

... Or he wouldn't have those feelings returned.

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Un Romance Roto |Yandere! Spain X reader| 4
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You figured that it would have been best to arrive early in order to make a good first impression, so you arrived at your workplace around fifteen minutes. It wasn't hard to find Oliver's. The rest of the street was dull in comparison to the cafe, which instead was painted with pastels of pinks, blues and yellows and polished for a finishing touch. You wondered just how interesting of a manager you would be working for - you imagined it to be a lady, a posh yet kind one.

You stood in front of the glass windows that stretched from the ground and up, allowing you to peer inside. The exterior truly reflected the inside, with just as much color and excitement. The building was beyond enticing, with round, candy-shaped tables scattered around the room in an attracting way, with flowery wallpaper adorned with framed pictures of cats and cupcakes.

Inhaling one last breath, you pushed open the glass door and was greeted with a soft chime of a bell, followed by a strong gast of the scent of freshly baked goods, so intense that it could bring anyone's mouth to water. You glanced around, admiring the whole set up of the cozy cafe.

Clinking of utensils and equipment was heard only faintly coming from the kitchen. You guessed that he or she would have been a baker of some sort. Unable to find any other staff member lurking in the main area, you called in the direction of the sound.

"Hello?" you called. The sounds stopped, replaced by a series of footsteps that skipped towards you.

Your eyes widened into dinner plates and you had to blink twice to confirm that you weren't hallucinating. A young man in around his late twenties presented himself- with strawberry blonde hair and aqua blue eyes that shone in delight, paired with a dazzling smile. Good heavens! Even the people here were camouflaged with their workplace! Were you missing out on something?

"Why, hello poppet!" he chimed, batting his eyelashes and clasping his hands together. The way how he poised himself was rather feminine.

"H-hello! I'm (F/N)... Are you the manager here?" you said, stunned by the man in front of you.

He nodded furiously and took your hands, before rubbing them reassuringly with his thumb, something that your mother would have done. "That's right! I'm Oliver Kirkland, it's fabulous to meet you. Thank goodness you're here!" he added. "Now now, we should get to work, shall we? I've been dying for some assistance - I'm so blessed that somebody finally applied!"

You smiled softly, already feeling your anxiety drain from your body. "Well, here I am!"

Closing his eyes into a closed eye smile, he chuckled. "I like your optimism! But, enough of the dilly-dallying, I'll show you around the shop!"

*Time skip*

The day consisted of a lot of baking, giggles and a lot of baking - he discovered that you were a fast learner, and so you were able to not only master the waiting skills you needed for your role, but also some cupcake recipes that you were free to bake whenever you wanted. At the end of the day at around five, an orange glow had already cast over the cafe, turning everything it touched into gold.

Pulling off the apron over your head that was stained pink with icing, you hung it on a rack behind the main dining area and slipped out of your dress. You put on the rest of your clothes, then proceeded to leave and go home. Stepping out the door without forgetting to say goodbye, you couldn't shake off the feeling of a pair of burning eyes on you.

Seriously, this was a kind of Déjà vu for you...

Twisting yourself 180 degrees, your instincts didn't fail you.

It was a random guy, a stranger that stood there with his gaze locked on you. He dressed in dark colors and had oddly shaded eyes, a ruby red hue. A dog tag hung loosely around his neck and he wore ripped, navy jeans as well as dark brown bomber jacket. Swallowing hard, your lips twitched, round eyes swimming with fear. His presence was screaming and resonating out a bad-boy vibe, most prominent from the dangerous bat he held that had tens of nails poking out of it.

"Hey... You're the new waitress, right?" he started. He then flickered his irises over to your startled expression. "Didn't mean to frighten you, doll."

"Wha- who are you calling doll? And yes, I am. Is there a problem?" you replied, showing distaste for the nickname he gave you.

"Yeah, there is. If I were you I'd quit." he pressed firmly, stepping closer to you, towering his taller self over you.

"What? I'm not going to quit just cuz' you told me to!" you shot back defensively, narrowing your eyes at him as he stared at you indifferently. It was like everyone was discouraging you from doing this, even if it was as unrelated as this. Whoever this guy was, you definitely weren't going to listen to him.

"Well, you should." he replied, on a much lower volume than your own. "Oliver's a weirdie. You don't want to be involved with him."

"How is he weird?" you asked, even though you agreed. He was quite eccentric, but not to the point that you would not be acquainted with him and quit your job.

A look of amusement flashed onto the stranger's face and he gave you an are-you-serious look. "Really doll? You still can't tell even from working with that pink shit all day? Even with all that rainbow jazz?"

"Excuse me? That's really rude, and he's a nice man... What are you getting at?" you crossed your arms. "So what if he likes pink? I like pink too..." you murmured the last parts as a small blush crept onto your cheeks. His lips curled into a grin, finding your obliviousness a turn on.

"Well, what I'm saying is, he's not really sane. You should steer clear of crazies like him-" leaning forward to your ear, he cupped his mouth for extra effect. "He's been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and possesses murderous tendencies."

Your heart rate escalated when he whispered in your ear, making you jump on the spot from shock.

"Oh my god, what the hell? I mean, why did you do that?" you squeaked.

He shrugged.

"Eh, no reason." he said. "But seriously, you shouldn't be here. You know, he's even k-"

"(F/N)!" someone called from his back. That cut him off, making you both peer over to see who it was. It was Oliver in his apron.

"Is Allen giving you a hard time?" he added, flickering his eyes over to the auburn-haired male with a dark glint.

You looked over to the said person in front of you, whom you presumed to be the so-called 'Allen'. You rolled your eyes back over to Oliver and called, "Oh, n-not really! We're just chatting, is all!"

Which was much to Allen's surprise. He expected you to say yes and hopefully be rescued, but no, you weren't so predictable like he'd thought. Oliver waved his hand at you both, which currently had a whisk held between his fingers.

"Oh, alright! If he does just give me a shout! I'll be just in the kitchen!" With that, he stepped back in out of sight.

Almost immediately, you both turned to each other.

"What are you smiling at?" you narrowed your eyes, feeling your lips stretch into a smile. "Allen?"

"Oh nothing much. Just a lil' glad you lied to the old man for me." he cooed.

You had to do a double take there.

"Wait, he's your dad?" you asked, completely astounded by such close relations that seemed to spring from nothing. Oliver was as gay as a double rainbow and he loved baking, no way in hell is he the parent of this guy.

He chuckled and snaked his arms around your waist, which brought a reaction out of you immediately. All the playfulness had faded from your face, unknown to him.

The space in between you both was now growing smaller and smaller. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship,"

You glanced at your abdomens briefly before they pressed together, triggering your creep reflex where your arm seemed to move on its own and shove him off of you roughly.

"Woah, dollface! Chill! I wasn't trying to rape ya or anything." he held up his hands defensively, eyes widened as a dark shadow partially hid your face.

"I don't care. Just don't touch me." you seethed through your teeth.

The moment his skin came into contact with yours, even if it were only a light graze, it was foreign to you, and you hated it. With a passion. It felt so odd, yet so sinful - like it was an act of betrayal. Worst things worst, it was intimate, something you thought you could only share with one person. Like you were stabbing that person in the back, how he wasn't here caused the blood to drip onto you.

Allen sighed dejectedly and shut his eyes.

"Geez, I get it you don't want to be touched by a delinquent like me, but no need to get so worked up though." he grumbled.

Your breath hitched and you blinked furiously. "I-I'm sorry. I just..." you breathed deeply, sucking in a lot of air before letting it all out. "F-feel really bad, you know?" your voice cracked. You frowned, feeling unwanted heat rush to your face which signalled to you that you were going to break down. There was this guy you had just met and you were possibly about to reveal one of your biggest secrets to him. At least a part of it.

"My boyfriend is away and... I really miss him." you said, your gaze now focused on the ground. "I really love him though.'

"Ah, fuck- I mean, that's too bad." he quickly corrected himself, which caused a small laugh to slip past your lips.

"Yeah..." you murmured.

"So..." he dragged the o out, preventing an awkward atmosphere from unfolding. "Can I have your number?"

You shrugged. "Sure. But this isn't anything to do with dating, okay?" you replied, pulling out your phone where he did the same.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed.

Flickering his eyes over to you as you entered your passcode, he watched you like you were the most interesting thing in the world. Maybe he would never find someone that would love him.

You handed your phone to him, where he eagerly punched in the numbers to create a new contact. He then passed both of the phones to you.

... Or he wouldn't have those feelings returned.