Scenario: He’s a backup dancer while you’re an idol. Usually he’s the lead dancer for your comebacks - just not this time round.
A/N: Sooo this is my first official piece and I don’t know why I picked Wonho ((maybe because I’m one hoe)) but yeah, enjoy~
The ‘boyfriend’ title has always been one Wonho clings tightly to, given the amount of bliss he feels whenever he’s around you. Back when he first had feelings for you, never had he hoped for his love to be requited because he had always thought that he was far out of your league. He never thought you would view him as more than ‘just a backup dancer’. But you proved him wrong the day he accidentally let the cat out of the bag and you responded by saying you felt the same way.
Wonho has never felt happier. He loves you wholeheartedly despite the relationship not being easy. Unlike other guys who have the ability to flaunt their girlfriends to the world, Wonho isn’t able to do such a thing. Although that is killing him, he understands that you’re an idol and your love life can never be made public. The only time he can be publicly intimate with you is when he is given the lead backup dancer role, which happens during each one of your comebacks…except your recent one.
Title: Grapes Author: Clara Character: Jake Peralta Warnings: pregnancy, swearing Prompt:@nancbyers: “Jake peralta oneshot in which the reader works as a detective in the 99 and they are just as immature as jake and they always get up to crazy antics together in the precinct. romantic or platonic. They could pull pranks on other members of the squad and have silly competitions (eg who can fit the most grapes in their mouth or something) rather than doing any work. It’d be funny to see the squad getting annoyed with them being so childish. Hope this helps :)”
It was just about time for breakfast to be served when the door to the dining room swung open. Victor turned towards the door, smiling when he saw who it was.
“Good morning, Leah! How did… you… sleep…?”
He blinked several times as Leah did nothing to indicate she’d heard his greeting. Instead, the bespectacled girl trudged slowly past him to her usual seat, then promptly slumped over onto the table.
“Leah?! Are you okay?” Victor reached over to shake her shoulder, then stopped as Lupin laughed.
“Lupin, it’s not funny! I’m worried that she might–”
“It’s okay, Victor. She’s probably just tired from last night’s mission.”
“Oh, that’s true. But still, it’s nothing to laugh about. Haven’t we been pushing her too hard lately?”
Van Helsing huffed from where he sat reading the paper. “We’ve all been training her around the clock, so she should know her limits by now. If she has been overworking herself, she has only herself to blame.”
“Ouch, that’s cold.” Lupin smirked. “Don’t try to pretend you’re not worried about her too, Van. It’s not cute.”
“…Cute? When did I even–”
Just then, Impey swanned forth from the kitchen, balancing an impressive amount of plates and platters in his arms.
“TA-DA!! Breakfast is served, my lady and gents! Presenting Impey Barbicane (that’s me)’s famous and totally delicious cheesy ham and eggs! They’ll– AH! PRINCESS?!”
He broke off with a screech before dashing over to Leah, nearly dropping all the plates he was carrying. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you moving? Victor, why are you just sitting there, can’t you see my future wife is in critical condition? LEAH, OPEN YOUR EYES!”