Hello there! I am Upsetti-Spaghetti, but you can just call me Spaghett 🍝 in my 20's
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I like to write about: romance, queer, horror, yandere, fantasy, fiction, supernatural creatures
I write short stories for topics I am interested in, namely yanderes. This blog will be mostly reader inserts, i.e. yandere x reader, though I may write other things as the mood strikes me. I do tend to write in large chunks, but the urge to write comes and goes, so don't expect a consistent posting schedule. Anyways, I hope whoever stops by enjoys my writing! ✨️💞✨️
Minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be immediately blocked, as well as blogs that say 'irl yandere' in them 🔞 and I do mean immediately
General CWs include: yanderes, general obsessiveness, smut, noncon, dubcon, stalking, horror, gore, monsterfucking, most kinks, basically anything contentious
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Why are there so many people starting out writing yandere and then they're like "oh, but I won't write anything contentious". You are writing yandere. That is THE contentious thing. Perhaps this is because I came across yandere by way of Mirai Nikki and Infectious Intent, but I'm pretty fucking sure that yanderes count as a horror category and by nature, horror is generally considered contentious content.
You boyfriend who is just the sweetest man alive, he'd do anything for you, so shy and lovable x reader who discovers his dark secret and tries to get away from him
^Genuinely, where the fuck was I going with this??? I remember I had a specific idea in mind, but all I wrote down was this and it DOES NOT HELP PAST SPAGHETT
Apprentices to the same mentor in anne of green gables sort of thing
Other? Tell me in replies
Voting ended onJul 15
I would like to keep Judas but as the story is right now, it's boring. There is none flavor with left words. So, I think a change of setting would help and maybe adjusting Judas' personality a bit, make him a bit more sinister.
(🍝 A/N, you all better appreciate that I took thirty-six minutes out of my day to make this divider...........why can't I just find the ones I want ; ;)
Smug Yandere - Morgan
He's not big on celebrating any holiday, but he does put out a little Charlie Brown Christmas tree. He'll accept any gifts you give him, though and give you a gift in return. I think he'd just prefer to spend the day with his darling watching a movie or something.
. . . . .
"What the hell is this?"
He holds up the exceedingly ugly sweater, turning it this way and that. The bells seem to annoy him the most, his expression becoming a sneer. You giggle, flopping over on the floor.
"This is 'bout the worst sweater I ever seen. Where the hell did you find it?"
Your giggles become full blown belly laughter and tears stream down your face. You know you shouldn't, but you find it hilarious when Morgan's accent gets stronger when he's annoyed or mad.
"Merry Christmas, Morgan!"
He gives you a flat stare, though a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, doll. Merry Christmas."
Shameless Yandere - Aurelius
What? Christmas? He completely forgot that was a thing 💀 He'd be over the moon to enjoy with you, though. He would put a lot of thought into your gift, and he'd be giddy for days if you gave him gifts. He'd also love doing all the traditions, decorating a tree, making cookies, the whole nine yards. Expect some mistletoe shenanigans.
. . . . .
"Y/Nnnnnnn!"
You roll your eyes at the exasperated whine, leveling a glare at the fat dog hybrid. He's standing under the frame of your bedroom door, giving you puppy eyes and wagging his tail. You glance to the mistletoe hanging above his head.
"Not a chance, you fat mutt."
"But Y/N!"
You hold up a wrapped gift, a small box in the palm of your hand. You let out a sigh.
"I guess you don't really want your presents, huh? That's just too bad. I went through all this trouble to get them and—"
You have a hard time keeping a straight face as Aurelius zooms towards you, begging you to please reconsider. You smirk at him, placing the present back under the tree.
"Good boy," you praise, kissing the end of his snout.
Inquisitor Yandere - Hyanro
Doesn't know what Christmas is and probably thinks it's stupid. He celebrates Yule and expects you to do the same. The winter solstice is much more tangible than the birth of someone who doesn't even exist in his world. It'd be a small affair, considering it's just the two of you.
. . . . .
You watch Hyanro collect sprigs of mistletoe, pine needles, and other various plants. You don't really know what he's doing, only that it has something to do with the winter solstice.
"What is all this for?"
He glances at you, eyes narrowing slightly. He can feel that you're bursting with questions.
"Offerings to the gods, little human. Blessings for a new year and protection from evil."
You blink, still not really understanding. Hyanro turns toward you, handing you a branch of mistletoe.
"You know, where I'm from, if you hang mistletoe in a doorway, you're sposed to kiss under it," you say.
"Oh?"
He leans towards you, pecking you on the lips. He smirks at your flushed face.
"I think I like that tradition."
"'Course you do," you grumble.
You stride away from him, yelping when you sink a few feet into the snow. You hear Hyanro laugh, a real laugh. You feel your face grow hotter, both embarrassed and glad he laughed.
"Shut up and come help me out o' here!"
Abrasive Yandere - Sydney
Not a huge fan of Christmas because he hates Christianity, but he likes spending it with you. I like to imagine darling has a gift for cooking and baking and makes lots of goodies for the holidays. Of course, he's not complaining if you want to exchange presents, and he will secretly hang up mistletoe around the apartment.
. . . . .
You pull another batch of cookies out of the oven, setting it on a couple of oven mitts. You frown. They've cooked properly, but the sprinkles melted, unfortunately. You smack away the hand that darts toward them.
"They'll still hot, Sydney. You'll burn your tongue," you scold.
"Aw, come on now, pup."
You point to the rather large assortment of cookies on the counter.
"Those are all perfectly fine to eat. Let these ones cool."
"But these are the first sugar cookies you've made," he huffs.
You glare at the wolf, pointing your spatula at his chest and then out of the kitchen. He almost seems pouty as he leaves, flopping down on the couch. You turn away, feeling slightly bad.
"You can have as many as you want later," you say.
"I want a kiss too."
"H—Huh!? No—No way! You'll eat the cookies and be happy."
Ditzy Yandere - Helegywn
Also observes Yule, though you'll be celebrating with family and attending the annual Yule Ball. He loves celebrating any holiday with you, especially ones where he gets to pretend to be drunk and hang all over you. He has a strange aversion to observing the proper rituals for making offerings to the gods, though.
. . . . .
"Darling! You simply must try this wine."
You stare at the glass that was thrust into your hand, then at the man who gave it to you.
"I'm not in the mood."
"But darling! It really is exquisite."
You sigh as Lord Rosera comes closer, placing a hand on the small of your back. His pretty face is flushed red and he sways a little, but you know better.
"Helegywn, dear," you smile.
"Y—Yes, darling?"
His magenta eyes latch onto yours, widening as you lean closer. You glance around surreptitiously before planting a kiss on his soft lips. His face flushes further.
"Take this and kindly go away," you say pleasantly, handing him the glass of wine.
He blinks at you, pouting as you shoo him away from you. You shake your head. Lovestruck fool.
Hunter Yandere - Valentine
Loves, loves, loves spending Christmas with you. You'll be forced to help him decorate a tree and the cabin. He wants a perfect Christmas with all the bells and whistles. Well, as much as he can living all the way out in the woods. Another one to watch out for surprise mistletoe kisses.
. . . . .
"Angel, stop eating all the candy canes."
"What? Don't know what you're talking about," you say around a candy cane.
He frowns heavily at you, pointedly staring at the candy cane in your mouth. The Christmas tree is beginning to look a bit bare of candy canes, totally not your fault.
"If you eat them all, the tree won't look as pretty."
"It looks fine to me," you shrug.
You squeeze past him to go to the bedroom, getting caught by a hand around your waist. You glance up at him, then at the large, obvious bundle of mistletoe above his head.
"Where's my kiss, angel?"
You crunch the candy cane in your mouth, glaring at him. He won't let you pass unless you kiss him, but if you kiss him, you'll be standing there for a while. You pull the candy cane from your mouth, reaching up to shove it in his mouth, plastic and all, then darting past him.
"An—cough—Angel!"
Bonus - Yandere Killer - Sihnion
Spends weeks changing all the jewelry hanging in his nest around to be more fitting for winter time. There are bushels of random herbs everywhere, and you're getting lectured on the proper way to prepare them for Yule. Beware of any smug looks because that means there's mistletoe above your head, and he's sticking his tongue all the way down your throat.
. . . . .
"Don't cut the stems so short on that or we won't be able to hang them up."
You give the fae a sullen look after being chastised for the umpteenth time.
"Why're you making me do all this work?"
"If we don't finish all the preparations for Yule, we'll be cursed with bad luck next year."
"Okay, sure, whatever, Sihnion."
You yelp as he whacks you in the face with his feathered tail, his head turned around to glare at you.
"You'd better take this seriously, Y/N. The night of the winter solstice is not to be taken lightly. Or would you prefer to be spirited away by my brethren, who are less amiable than I?"
You go back to cutting off stems, leaving them longer than before. You let out a sound of disgust as Sihnion's long blue tongue swipes across your mouth.
"What was that for!?"
He shows you the mistletoe in his talons, and you feel that he looks rather haughty. You snip the scissors at him, nearly cutting off a couple of feathers. He shrieks, jumping back. You snicker as he worriedly checks his feathers.
You know, a wolverine hybrid would be fun to write for, man who lives in the woods hunting and foraging by himself. You get lost out there, city slicker that you are, and he finds you half dead in the snow. He thinks you're pretty and takes you back to his cabin. You'd have a hell of a time getting away from him with how ferocious he is and how cold it is
Sydney snippet, slight ageplay but vaguely? Also some primal play, also vague, idk ⬇️
"Are you seriously stuck in your own shirt?"
You flush, mumbling something unintelligible. You are not stuck. You just—you're making the process of pulling your shirt off more complicated.
"Honestly, you're such a silly little thing sometimes. C'mere."
Fingers hook in your belt loop, pulling you closer. You stumble a bit, not expecting the sudden yank. Sydney grabs the edge of your shirt and pulls it off, the corner of his mouth upturned at your pouty expression.
"There you are. Have fun in there, pup?"
You scowl at him, feeling tingly for some reason. Something about the way he was talking was just...well, sort of nice? you suppose. Slightly condescending but still his usual blunt tone. The realization made you blush furiously as well as the fact that you were now standing between his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed.
"What'chu thinkin' about, little pup?"
"Nothing!"
You twist away from him, but he still has his fingers hooked in your belt loop. He drags you back, smirking.
"Must be somethin' if you're so nervous."
"I'm not nervous!"
"Uh huh. Sure."
He sets his other hand on your hip, the warmth soaking into your skin. You flinch a little at the sudden contact.
"You actin' like this makes me wanna be mean, you know," he says, tone amused. His voice lowers then. "Did you like being called a silly little thing?"
You turn your head away, leaning back as far as possible.
"No! That's not—it wasn't—no!"
"Yeah?"
You feel his warm breath on your collarbone and then the scrape of his fangs across the bone. Your skin prickles, anticipating a nip or a bite, but he just pulls away.
"What was it then?" he asks.
His thumb presses into your hip bone, massaging it.
"It—uh, um—" you stop, unable to find the words because he won't stop touching you.
"Use your words, pup."
You make some sort of strangled sound, trying to pry his hands off of you. Your pulse thrums in your throat, an ache growing in you.
"Stop—Stop talking to me like that! I can't—I can't think!"
"Oh? Poor little pup can't think? Maybe you should just stop tryin'."
His hand leaves your hip and curls around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He sets his teeth around your neck, threatening the artery that runs through there. Your heartbeat spikes.
"Sy—Sydney!"
"What's wrong, little pup?" he says, his tone turning mocking. "Can't handle a bit o' fun?"
You push at his shoulders. You can't think. All your mind is filled with is his deep voice and the fangs you can feel pressing into the tender skin of your neck.
"Ple—Please," you whimper.
"Please what? Didn't I tell you to use your words? Don't tell me you're in college and can't do that."
He kisses the underside of your jaw, fingers tugging on the waistband of your jeans.
"Uh—Uhm, I—I—"
He laughs, a low, mocking sound. He pulls back, tilting your head back toward him. The intensity of his gaze makes you clam up, unable to do anything but stare into his dark eyes.
"You're cute like this, all weak in the knees just cause of a few words."
You glare at him.
"Aw, don't give me that look. Be a good boy now."
You choke, your face so hot you're sure you should have combusted a while ago.
"Sydney!"
"Yeah?"
He gives you a lopsided grin, one of his canines just visible. Your mouth opens and closes, trying and failing to find the words to tell the stupid wolf to fuck off. Does he have to torment you like this?
"Yo—You suck!"
His grin turns dangerous, eyes glittering with something akin to malice.
"You sure you want my teeth there?"
You struggle in his grasp, face flushed from embarrassment and anger, jeans tight from arousal.
"No! Get away from me! Stupid wolf!"
"That ain't very nice, pup," he warns.
You push his face away from you.
"Leave me alone!" you whine.
You jolt as he slides a few fingers between your hip bone and jeans.
"Hnng! Syd—Sydney!"
"You're just askin' for it at this point."
"Am not! You're just mean!"
He grips the waistband of your jeans tighter then tosses you onto his bed, leaning over you.
"Now then, pup. Should I repeat everything I've said in the last few minutes? See what made your brain turn to mush? You keep callin' me mean, after all...," he trails off, leaving you to imagine the worst.
"N—No! Please!"
He splays his hand over your lower stomach.
"You're just makin' it worse for yourself, pup."
His fingers press into your belly, expression comtemplative as he regards you.
"I think I should make it impossible for you to think tonight, little pup," he smirks.
You squirm, trying to wriggle away from you, but he just drags you back, pinning you underneath him. He kisses you, hand exploring the planes of your chest and stomach. When he pulls away, you're panting and flushed.
"God, I really could just squeeze the hell out o' you right now. Cute little pup."
He resumes his ministrations (torture), whispering every sentence he's said to you tonight, watching you closely to see which ones make you shiver and your mind blank. You curse your shirt for getting you stuck in this predicament. You should have just changed in the bathroom like you always do.
