#simifanfic

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ pairing: ni-ki x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ -angst/fluff

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

the moonlight is sharp, a cold silvery blade cutting through the gap in the blinds and landing across the empty side of the bed.

it’s the kind of night that feels like it’s made of glass and static.

you’re staring at the digital clock on the bedside table, the red numbers bleeding into the darkness as they tick past 3:00 am. you hear the front door click shut, the sound echoing through the hollow hallway like a finality you aren't ready to face.

a few moments later, the bedroom door creaks open. you don't move, keeping your back turned and your breathing shallow, pretending to be lost in a sleep that hasn't come for hours. you listen to the familiar, tired rhythm of his movements. the rustle of his bag being dropped, the heavy thud of his sneakers hitting the floor. the mattress shifts, a heavy sigh breaking the silence. it’s not the warm, inviting weight you used to crave; now it just feels like distance.

you can feel riki sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you. he doesn’t reach out. there is only the scent of the practice room, stale sweat and cold air clinging to him like a second skin. the silence between you is heavy with the grit of the last three days. there was no blowout fight, just a series of sharp clipped sentences and him retreating further into the studio until he became a ghost in this apartment.

"riki," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "are you even here?"

he doesn't answer at first. he just sits there, his head hanging low, his large hands resting limp on his knees. he looks smaller than usual, the bravado of the stage stripped away by the shadows. he isn't the type to pour his heart out or explain the exact moment the stress became too much to carry home. finally, he moves. he doesn't say he’s sorry. not with words. instead, he just falls back onto the bed, crawling toward you in the dark.

he doesn't look you in the eye. instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his cold nose pressing against your warm skin. he stays like that for a long time, just breathing you in, his hands fumbling to find yours under the duvet. when he finally finds your fingers he interlocks them with his, squeezing so tight his knuckles go white.

"it's just a lot," he mumbles, the words muffled against your skin. it’s the most you’re going to get, the only admission that the pressure had made him shut down. "everything is just... a lot right now."

he doesn't have a grand apology, but he pulls your joined hands up to his lips, lingering there for a beat too long. it’s his way of saying i'm back, even if he doesn't know how to say i'm sorry. he begins to make it up to you in the way he knows best: proximity. he drags you closer until your back is flush against his chest, his long limbs hooking around you like he’s anchoring himself to the present.

he reaches out and clicks off the digital clock as if stopping the time will stop the world from demanding anything else from him. "stay like this," he whispers, his voice dropping into that deep, sleepy register. he spends the rest of the night refusing to let go. every time you shift, his grip tightens instinctively. he’s not talking about the schedule or the arguments. he’s just there, his heartbeat a steady, grounding thrum against your shoulder blade.

it isn't a perfect fix, but as he nudges his face into your hair and finally lets out a relaxed sigh the room stops feeling like a cage. with the moon finally fading and the quiet weight of him holding you together, you realize that for riki, this is him opening every door he has. he's trying. for you.

A request igggg!😁😁ty

𓆩✧𓆪OMG ANONNN I LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING TS BRO ♡ please i had so much fun writing ts omdd, i hope i did it the way you wanted !! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── the apartment was quiet, but it wasn't the heavy, cold kind of silence. it was just soft. still. the only sound was the low, congested hum of riki’s breathing from beneath the mountain of blankets on the bed. he’d come home from dance practice late the night before with a scratchy throat and a very stubborn refusal to admit he was exhausted, but by morning, a full blown fever had settled into his bones. turning the usually energetic boy into a soft, fragile puddle. you sat on the edge of the mattress: the bed dipping slightly under your weight as you set down a fresh glass of water and the fever reducers on the nightstand. riki shifted, his long limbs tangled hopelessly in the heavy sheets as he tried to find a comfortable position. his face was deeply flushed, a bright feverish pink dusting across the bridge of his nose and high up on his cheekbones. contrasting sharply with the pale, tired skin under his eyes. his dark hair was a messy, damp mop against the pillow. sticking to his forehead from the sheer amount of sweat. "riki-ah" you murmured, keeping your voice barely above a whisper so you wouldn't hurt his sensitive aching head. he let out a tiny pathetic whine in response, his eyelids fluttering open just a crack. his dark eyes were glossy and heavy with exhaustion, looking completely defeated by a simple cold. when he saw you sitting there, his lower lip trembled slightly: turning up into a deep and completely miserable pout.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ~pairing: husband! jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - fluff, in which you and jake have a 2 year old son called yejun, reader gets ragebaited, uhh idk what else lmfao i havent proofread this so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes !!

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ it was one of those mornings where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. and you were truly being tested to your absolute limits. it all started at 7 am. you were standing in the kitchen, barely awake, waiting for the kettle to boil so you could have a much needed cup of tea before diving into your work for the day.

then the chaos erupted all at once.

jake, who was usually your sweet and helpful husband was apparently a bit too clumsy this morning. he was trying to carry a giant bowl of cereal to the table while checking his phone at the exact same time. his foot caught the edge of the rug, and with a dramatic gasp the entire bowl of milk and sugary flakes went flying. it splashed across the kitchen table, dripping down the legs and puddling onto the hardwood floor.

"oh man!! baby i'm so sorry, it just slipped—" jake started, his eyes wide with pure panic as he grabbed a single completely useless paper towel to stop the milk overflow.

before you could even process the sticky mess, layla decided this was the absolute perfect moment to guard the house. a tiny leaf must have blown past the living room window because layla suddenly burst into a massive series of loud, sharp echoey barks. “woof! woof! woof!” she paced back and forth by the glass, her paws scratching loudly against the floor completely ignoring jake’s frantic commands to hush.

and just to add the final, beautiful cherry on top to the morning craze, a tiny high pitched voice echoed from the hallway bathroom

"appa! APPA!" yejun yelled from the top of his lungs. the two year old was currently sitting proudly on his toddler training toilet afer having successfully completed his morning mission feeling incredibly proud of himself. "appa, clean me! wipe bunny please! APPA! NOW!"

you stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen. milk was dripping onto your floor, layla’s barking was vibrating straight through your skull and your son was screaming for bathroom assistance. for a split second, you felt like your head was going to expode. you closed your eyes, took a deep, steadying breath and let your intelligence kick in before you actually went insane.

you snapped into reality, knowing exactly what to do.

"jake," you said, your voice completely calm but carrying an undeniable authority that made your husband freeze instantly. "drop the paper towel. go wipe our son."

"yes, captain," jake squeaked, immediately dropping the soggy towel and sprinting down the hallway toward the bathroom to rescue yejun.

you then turned your sharp eyes toward the living room. "layla. leave it. come here."

hearing your firm tone, layla immediately stopped mid bark her ears drooping ever so slightly as she trotted over with a guilty tail wag, then ultimately sitting quietly by your feet.

with the barking silenced and the bathroom situation handled you grabbed the actual mop from the cupboard. by the time jake emerged from the hallway holding a freshly cleaned smiling yejun in his arms, you had already wiped down the table and were tackling the floor.

jake looked at you, his wife, his eyes full of absolute adoration. he walked over slowly, letting yejun down so the toddler could go pet layla. he carefully stepped around the wet floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind burying his face in your neck.

"you are an actual superhero," jake whispered, kissing your jawline over and over again to make up for his mess. "i don't know how you didn't scream at me."

you let out a long, breathless laugh, your irritation completely melting away as you leaned back against his chest. "trust me, jakey, i wanted to. had to control myself."

yejun toddled back into the kitchen, looking up at his parents with a wide, sweet smile. "mama happy now?" he asked cutely, his little hand patting your leg.

"mama is very happy now, bunny." you smiled softly leaning down to pinch his chubby cheek. it was pure chaos. you needed a nap. a long one.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ pairing: jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ for the 1st part (home is where you are) click here ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

the sunlight is soft, a gentle golden hue sifting through the curtains and dancing across the white sheets. it’s the kind of morning that feels like it’s made of silk and honey, quiet and unhurried. you're still drifting in that hazy space between dreams and reality when you feel a sudden, heavy weight settle right on your chest.

it’s not a person, but it is definitely a living thing.

you open one eye blinking away the sleep, only to be met with a pair of bright, eager brown eyes and a wet nose just inches from your face. layla is sitting proudly on your stomach, her tail thumpthump thumping against the mattress like a rhythmic drum.

"oh... good morning to you too," you mumble, your voice raspy and thick with sleep.

a soft airy chuckle echoes from the other side of the bed. you turn your head slightly to see jake, already awake and propped up on one elbow. his hair is a messy nest, tumbling over his forehead in a way that makes him look softer, younger.

he’s watching the two of you with the most endearing smile on his face.

"she’s been waiting for you to wake up for twenty minutes, baby," he whispers, his australian accent even more pronounced in the quiet of the morning.

"i told her to let you sleep, but i think she missed you."

layla takes that as her cue to lean down and lick your cheek, making you scrunch up your face and giggle trying to push her gently away.

"jake, help," you laugh and finally, he moves.

he slides over, his warmth immediately pressing against your side. he reaches out and scratches layla behind the ears, coaxing her to hop off you and settle in the space between your pillows instead.

once she’s content jake turns his full attention to you. he pulls the comforter up a little higher around your shoulders, his hand lingering to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"good morning, my love," he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. "did you sleep okay?"

you nod, shifting so you can rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, comforting thud of his heart. "best sleep i've had in a long time."

jake's arm winds around you, his hand resting on your waist, his other hand still idly petting layla who has already fallen back asleep next to you. it feels like the entire world is right here, in this bed, under these covers.

"i was thinking about making pancakes," he says, his voice vibrating soothingly against your cheek. "or we could just stay here for another hour. layla seems pretty set on the second option."

you smile, closing your eyes and inhaling the familiar scent of his detergent and the slight hint of the ocean that always seems to cling to him. "let’s stay here. just a little longer."

he hums in agreement, his grip tightening just a fraction, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

"anything you want, baby. i'm not going anywhere."

you feel another soft kiss on the top of your head and as you drift back toward a peaceful morning doze, you know he means it.

with the soft snores of a puppy and the warmth of the boy you love, you've never felt more at home.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── pairing: jake x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

the rain isn't just falling. it’s heavy, a relentless curtain of grey that blurs the edges of the empty parking lot. it’s nearly midnight and the cold has long since seeped through the thin fabric of your jacket, settling deep into your bones. you’re sitting on the curb, the damp concrete soaking into your jeans. feeling every bit as drained as the sky looks.

everything that could have gone wrong today did. it was a series of small fractures that finally culminated in a clean break, leaving you feeling small and incredibly lonely under the flickering buzz of a single streetlamp.

with trembling fingers, you pull out your phone. you don't even think about the time. you just dial the one number that feels like safety.

it doesn't even ring twice. "hello? love?" jake’s voice is thick with sleep, but the second he hears your breathing, he sounds wide awake. "hey, what’s wrong? why are you up so late?"

you try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it’s stuck. when you finally speak, your voice is a fragile, shaky thing that breaks on the very first word. "jake... can you pick me up? please?"

there is a brief silence on the other end. the sound of him processing the hitch in your breath and the distant splash of rain hitting the pavement through the speaker. you hear a rustle of sheets, the thud of his feet hitting the floor and the jingle of keys. "where are you, baby? stay on the line with me. i’m coming right now."

"the parking lot... near the old library," you whisper, shivering as a gust of wind hits your neck. "it’s so cold." "i know, i know. i'm already in the car. don't hang up, okay? just keep talking to me. tell me what you can see."

he stays on the phone the entire time, his voice a steady, warm tether to reality. he tells you about his day, about something funny layla did earlier. anything to keep the silence from swallowing you whole.

ten minutes feel like an eternity, but then, two bright beams of light cut through the rain. a black car pulls in, tires splashing through the puddles and stops right in front of you. before the engine is even fully off, jake is out of the door.

he doesn't care that he's getting soaked; he doesn't care that he’s only wearing a thin hoodie and sweatpants. he reaches you in seconds, dropping to his knees in the wet asphalt to pull you in his arms. "i’ve got you," he breathes, his face tucking into the crook of your neck. "i'm here. you're okay."

he helps you up, practically lifting you off the ground to get you into the passenger seat. the heat is already blasting inside the car. he reaches into the back seat, grabbing a thick oversized flannel shirt, one that smells exactly like him, and wraps it around your shivering shoulders. "my poor girl," he murmurs, his thumb brushing away a stray tear mixed with rainwater.

he leans over, kissing your forehead with a lingering, soft pressure. "im so sorry today was so hard. let’s get you home."

the drive back is quiet, but it’s a heavy comfortable kind of quiet. his hand never leaves yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

when you finally get through the front door of the apartment, the warmth of the heater hits your like a hug. jake immediately steers you toward the bathroom, starting a warm shower and setting out your softest pajamas. he’s moving with a quiet, focused energy, making sure you don't have to lift a finger.

later, when you’re finally dry and tucked under the heavy duvet, the world feels a little less dark. the door creaks open, and jake slides in beside you, smelling like peppermint tea and home. he pulls you back against his chest, his arms locking around your waist like a shield. you lean your head back against his shoulder, letting out a long, shaky exhale.

"better?" he whispers, his australian lilt soft and honeysweet in the dark. "better," you admit, closing your eyes. "thank you for coming to get me." he tightens his grip, pressing a kiss to the back of your head, his breath warm against your hair. "always, baby. you never have to ask twice. just sleep now. i’m right here."