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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain x reader| Chapter 1 _______________________________________ You were currently sitting in class, your body occasionally shifting around to chat with your friends around you. Crisp new morning it was, and period one was about to start. Nodding along lazily to your companion's continuous rants centering around her betrothed, to where you clearly did not seem engaged to, your mind was drifting on the clouds along the lines of the internet and games. You muttered quiet "Mmhms" and "Yeahs", to whatever flew pass your head, secretly hoping for the bell to ring. Your wishes were granted when a loud ring signaled first perio

Hello~! OtterxSorrel here! If you read and like my work, please consider leaving a comment! Comments are what motivate me to keep writing, and helps me produce my work faster. Constructive criticism is also very much welcomed! I hope you enjoy~! Leaning back in your chair, feet up on the desk, you blocked out the teacher's droning on about something you didn't care to listen to. The school had some ranks to it: the nerds, the Student Council, the jocks and cheerleaders, the sluts, the bullies, and then there was you. You were the only punk kid in school. You wore black boots and skinny jeans with holes in the knees. To match, you had on a da

It was a busy day in Anteiku, people were wandering around to search for their seats and order their favorite beverages. People said that coffee was a popular drink here. From the corner of the cafe, you sat silently, knocking your knuckle on the table several times. You were waiting for someone special—the one that you had met a month ago. You had made your mind to confess your love to Kaneki Ken, your sole best friend. You wished your friendship could be brought up to a romantic level by offering him to be your soulmate; the one who would share both joy and woes with you. But things went differently than you thought— you thoug

Tsukiyama shuu x male reader [read description] That purple hair,his questionable sense of fashion with those flamboyant outfits that screamed for attention and French phrases scattered around in his vocabulary, his casual way of treating both humans and ghouls alike, like they were food that belonged to his pantry.. was the Tsukiyama Shuu the world knew. I met him for the first time at Anteiku a month after I had moved to the 20th ward. As I sat there sipping my coffee and reading, He came in prancing around in a brightly coloured suit, spewing some foreign phrases as he began tormenting that poor little black haired waiter in  an eyepatc