#yanderiplierxreader

An: I almost made a self insert lol, but I still plan to do that bc u kno what? Sometimes I need it in my life! :D Also thank you so much for reading my stories and especially for complimenting my writing on Yan! I always worry about how I write about him, and that I don’t do his character justice, so Im glad I do :3 Also, Im really sorry for this taking so long! My mental health hasn’t been the best and I’ve been busy a lot during the past month or so, so yea! But please request again soon! I really enjoyed writing for this one when I finally got to it. I also made sure to make it very self indulgent by making it super fluffy and set on my fav season, so I hope you enjoy it! :D 

Being with Yan was like floating in a pink sky full of fluffy white clouds, or being wrapped up in a blanket. The way he held you--his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as the day cascaded itself in a coat of raindrops, adorned with scarves made from tree branches--was so comforting, warm and tight. A content sigh fell from your lips as you looked out the window, saying nothing, just letting yourself watch the rain. Everything was right in the world, even if it was cold outside. You turned away from the cloudy landscape and towards Yan’s bare chest and closed your eyes again, wondering if this was a dream, but it couldn’t be. You felt his warm skin against yours, and you even placed your ear against his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart. 

He always treated you like you were a fragile, valuable doll, and it always made your heart melt. Even his darker tendencies made you feel loved, though more often than not, you had to soothe his jealousy by smothering him in affection. It almost made you feel guilty, sometimes, about how jealous he got, and how much you loved the attention he gave you, but you couldn’t help it! He freely gave, and you received, before giving back, which just made him give more. 

You wanted to stay in bed, but you knew you had to get up if you wanted to treat him to breakfast, you unwound yourself from him, sitting up and stretching before going to the kitchen with a yawn, and putting milk on the stove, so the hot cocoa you planned to make would be cool enough to drink by the time breakfast was ready. 

 Yan awoke soon after you left, and took a sleepy moment  to listen to the pitter-pattering of the rain across the roof and to the raindrops tapping on the windows, flooding the world with the song of water hitting the earth. Trees, barely hanging on to fire colored leaves, became soaked in the storm, and as he heard thunder softly rumble in the distance, he couldn’t help but crave your warmth, wondering why you left him! He didn’t snore too loudly did he? 

 He pouted, feeling a little down, and shuffled out of the nest of blankets and pillows, and went to look for you, he checked the restroom first, and then went down the hall, to hear you shuffling in the kitchen, humming. He went towards the noise, and saw you making hot cocoa, about ready to make breakfast. He could already see your little set up, and he wasn’t about to let you do it! It was too early and he wanted cuddles! 

“Seeeenpaaai!” he entered the comfortable kitchen, decorated with a mix of knick knacks and art prints, “come cuddle with me!” You felt your cheeks flush as you stirred the milk, making sure the chocolate was dissolved, before turning to him, smiling, “I can’t Yan-Yan! I'm making cocoa! And I'm gonna make banana pancakes!” He pouts, before coming behind you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, “I’d give up hot cocoa and pancakes for the rest of my life to just cuddle with you all day!” You giggled, watching the milk start to boil as he kissed your neck and cheek, cooing, “I love cuddling with you so, so much! I could cuddle with you all day, senpai! For the rest of my life-- well, I-I plan to, you know, because I’ll never leave you, but I could I would just stay in bed all day cuddling you, loving you, kissing you!”

You felt your cheeks getting hotter as he said that, and couldn’t help but smile, leaning in close to him, before noticing that the hot cocoa was ready. 

“Oh! It’s ready!” 

Yan unwrapped his arms from around you, regretfully, of course, watching as you ladled two mugs of hot cocoa and turned off the stove, before handing one to him.

 “Thank you senpai!” You couldn’t help but smile, “Your welcome, now let me make pancakes--” He grabbed your free hand, “Please come back to bed senpai!” he gave you puppy eyes, pouting, acting all cute, making your heart melt. “But Yanny, I have to make breakfast!” “Oh you could always make it later! But we should cuddle now, my love, there’s no point in getting up early..” You smiled at that, looking up at him, “Come on senpai! It’s so nice and rainy, and we have hot cocoa, and a comfy bed! And I know you want to! So come cuddle with me!” “Alright, alright!” you chuckled, causing Yan to cheer and lead you to the bedroom, still holding your hand in his as he did. 

After a walk down the hall, Yan rushed into the room,placing his cup on the nightstand before  jumping onto the bed, giggling, and you couldn’t help but let yourself admire him, watching him smile as he looked at you, his cheeks an adorable shade of red as you strolled in, placing your cup next to his and climbing into his lap, he smiled and grabbed the fluffy comforter, wrapping it around the both of you. 

“We should drink that cocoa before it gets cold, Yan-Yan..” “Mm..” he murmured, before wrapping his arms around your waist, “we will.” he reached over and grabbed your mug, giving it to you, before grabbing his. 

God, you loved him. Especially in moments like these, where it was just the two of you, staring into each other’s eyes, you could see the little flickers of red in his eyes, and the small details of his face, the freckles, birthmarks, and other small lovely imperfections. He could see the same for you, and he loved it. He leaned in, giving you a peck on the lips, before blowing on his cup, and taking a sip. 

“You make the best hot cocoa senpai!” he cooed. “I think you just think it’s the best cause I made it!” “Well, yes, but also, because it is the best hot cocoa! You make it with love!” “Well, that’s true, but I think yours is much better Yan-Yan!” “No, yours is!” “No, yours!” you laughed, not being able to contain your smile. “I will tell you for the rest of my life that your cocoa is better!” “And I’ll tell you for the rest of my life that yours is better!” “Senpai!” “Yan!” “Why can’t you just agree with me?” he pouted. “Because if I did, I wouldn’t have cute little arguments about who makes the best cocoa.” you replied, your eyes warmer than the blankets you both lay in, “And I wouldn’t see you pout, you look so cute when you do!” He blushed as he always did when you gave him compliments, and you took the opportunity to kiss him, causing his cheeks to almost get as red as his hair. 

“God, I love you so much, Yan.”