Yandere One Shots

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

Stroheim x bartender Male Reader
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As a bartender in Germany during World War II, Y/n knew how to handle himself around the soldiers who frequented his establishment. But there was one soldier in particular.

But tonight was different. As you looked up from pouring a customer's beer, you saw a tall, broad-shouldered man stepping through the door. His uniform was crisp, his boots hard and polished, and his blonde hair was slicked back neatly. You recognized him instantly as Major Stroheim, a high-ranking officer in the German army.

At first, Y/N thought that Stroheim was just regular soldier but he started to come back again and again he started to he flirted with you. But as time went on and Stroheim's advances grew more persistent, Y/N began to feel uncomfortable whenever he saw the officer approach.

One evening, while Y/N was restocking the bar, Stroheim came up behind you and slowly walk up close slowly wrapped his arms around you're waist whispered, "You know, Y/n, I cannot stop thinking about you all night and day for you to have you in my arms."

Y/N tried to ignore him and continued to stock the shelves. But then Stroheim placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder and leaned in close. "You are so intriguing to me. I just cannot let you go..." Leaning to kiss you but you dodge it.

This was the final straw. You quickly turned around unhook stroheim arms around you're waist, confronting Stroheim with a fierce glare. "Listen, Stroheim. You need to back off. I am just doing my job here, and I am not interested in anything you have to offer."

Stroheim seemed taken aback by Y/n sudden aggression, but he quickly regained his composure and stood up tall. "I understand, Y/n. I will leave you be. But just know that I will always be here if you change your mind~."

With that, Stroheim turned on his heel and left the bar. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he had finally stood up for himself. But as he continued with his work, he couldn't shake the feeling that Stroheim was still watching him from somewhere in the shadows...

Next few days.

You were enjoying another evening behind the bar, mixing drinks and chatting with the regulars. As a bartender, you had a natural warmth and charisma that drew people to you. You were proud of the fact that you could make anyone feel welcome and at ease, regardless of their background or demeanor.

"Good evening, bartender," Random stranger said, his tone formal "how about you give me the best alcohol."

You sensed something urgent in his voice, so you nodded and make the best drink. "Here you go sir."