#brought to you by waldau who has never had a first kiss

[waldau]

first kiss — jeon wonwoo | 1,584 words | fluff

absolutely self indulgent; wonwoo is whipped for reader.

gender neutral reader. college!au. warnings: none.

wonwoo knows he's dragging his feet enough that you're going to notice. he should be the one walking faster, given his height. yet he finds himself just a step behind you, close enough that your elbows bump into each other's every now and then as you walk together.

tonight was supposed to be a quiet night celebrating your birthday with only your close friends, but dino threw you a surprise party that involved more people than wonwoo even knew existed in the same year as you.

you'd taken it in your stride, but you'd reached your limit two hours later, clinging to wonwoo and asking him to help you come up with excuses to leave your own party.

you're wearing his jacket, too. he hadn't expected you to take it with close to no resistance, but he supposes the night's worn you out more than you let on. he likes how you look in it.

he likes you, and that's the main thing that's been swimming around in his head for the past few weeks. more so, he likes the feeling he gets when he's around you.

wonwoo isn't someone who feels things like butterflies, but he supposes it's what happens when he sees you from across the library with all your stuff in one hand and a smile on your face when you spot him.

it's the feeling he gets when you move to make space for him to sit next to you even if the little space you have left might not be comfortable.

it's the feeling he gets when you offer him a sip of your drink whenever you get one, just because you don't want him to miss out.

(he'd jokingly asked for the last bite of your meal when you'd gone out for a date last week. he hadn't expected you to spare it a glance before feeding it to him with your fork. he still swears it tasted way better just because of that.)

this thing between you and wonwoo is new, in the sense that even though you've known each other almost ever since your first semester began, you're both learning how to navigate this aspect of your relationship.

he's enjoying it so far. you do deserve having someone get butterflies in their stomach when they so much as see you.

but the plan he'd had for tonight is somewhat dampened. sure, he doesn't mind being by your side in the least, looking at the half moon that's out tonight while he's walking you to your dorm, but his idea for your birthday gift was giving you his first ever kiss.

which is incredibly romantic and maybe too cheesy, especially for him, but it just so happens to be that you've already had your first kiss. courtesy of a truth or dare challenge, he saw you exchange a look with joshua before you announced you did, in fact, have your first kiss.

wonwoo kicks a tiny stone and watches it skitter along. it's not like he expected you not to have had your first kiss. but he's been imagining his first kiss with you with a terrifying frequency— always searching for the right moment, despite the fact that there's no single right moment with you — every moment he spends with you is good.

and then he always ends up on the same train of thought — giving you a quick kiss before you go back to your dorm, pretending like it's the doorstep of your house he's dropped you back to after a date. nothing over the top, nothing boring; just a memorable ending to a good night with you.

and now he's not even sure his idea of a birthday gift counts as a passable one. a kiss? really?

"hey," you say, stopping in your tracks and putting a hand out. wonwoo lets out a little oof when your hand meets his chest, causing him to stop suddenly.

"something wrong?" he asks.

you shrug. "you looked like you were zoning out."

ah. "no. just thinking."

"about?"

"you."

you suck in a breath and punch his arm lightly. "since when have you been so cheesy?"

"it's the truth." since you, he wants to say.

"fine. what exactly about me?"

"your birthday. did you have a good time tonight?"

you seem to hesitate before you answer. "yeah."

wonwoo chuckles. "you don't have to lie. i won't tell dino."

"no! i did like tonight. but i was hoping we'd...hang out alone. just us, you know?"

"you have me now," he says, and you roll your eyes, a smile on your face.

"i see you haven't gotten me a gift yet," you say, trying to bump his shoulder with yours but ending up knocking arms together, because for all your virtues, you're just not as tall as him. he likes that.

wonwoo finds himself liking almost anything, when it's with you.

"i had some trouble at first," he says, putting his hands in his pockets. "but i think i have something you might like."

"oh? what's that?"

"i'll give it to you when we reach your place."

you groan and move to push him lightly, but this time, he's prepared. he catches your hand halfway through and presses a kiss to your knuckles. you laugh and press yourself to his side, letting his arm fall around your shoulders.

it's easy being like this, when it's with you. wonwoo never feels like it's an act; he just wants to be like this with you.

he's been working up the courage to be bolder in showing his affection for you, and you've been responding enthusiastically. he can only hope what he's going to do soon isn't going to backfire, because he'd hate if something he did would burst the bubble you're both in.

he can almost hear mingyu's voice in his head, threatening to stop cooking for a week if he chickens out right now. wonwoo feels a stupid smile on his lips.

"we're here," you say, stopping outside your dorm.

"the gift," wonwoo says.

you frown up at him. "i wasn't actually serious, you know. you don't have to get me anything."

"but i already have it with me."

you look up at him, no doubt trying to work out what he's gotten you, but when you seem to have no ideas, you shrug and begin taking off his jacket.

now wonwoo isn't going to let that happen, and he really can't hold back any longer. he steps forward and holds your face in his hands, gently tipping it up so your eyes meet. your eyes widen, and before he can think of backing out, he leans down and closes his eyes, hoping all of dokyeom's romance novels and tutorials about kissing a person are going to help him today.

you're staring at him like a goldfish when he lets go. a very adorable goldfish. wonwoo resists touching his lips to stop them from tingling, but he can't stop the giddy feeling coursing through his body.

he didn't know what he expected from his first ever kiss, but this was perfect. your lips are slightly chapped but warm, warmer than his, and he thinks he can go for it again. he wants to go for it again.

"wonwoo?"

"happy birthday, baby," he says, voice soft with shyness. he hasn't yet become good at putting what he feels for you into words, but he wants to. for you. "i know we've never kissed— actually kissed, even though we've been dating for a few weeks."

"wonwoo—"

"and i know a kiss isn't the most creative gift, but it was my first kiss, so i hope it's special enough."

"won—"

"because i really, really like you. you know that?" he stops rambling when you grab two fistfuls of his sweatshirt, tugging him closer to you. you've never done that before. his heart is pounding noticeably harder.

"wonwoo," you say. "do it again."

and so he does, letting you pull him down for another kiss. and another. he could actually get used to this, if it weren't for the fact that you're standing in a rather public place where anyone can see you.

"do you have any idea how long i've been wanting to kiss you?"

wonwoo's heart jumps. "then why didn't you?"

"because i was waiting for some perfect moment! like, maybe...i don't know! i was kind of hoping you'd do something first," you say sheepishly.

"yeah?" he asks, feeling bolder with every passing second. "you liked it?"

you look at him for a moment more before you bury your face in his chest and mumble something.

"what was that?" he asks gently, pulling you back to face him.

"that was my first kiss, too," you say, voice small.

wonwoo feels like someone's pulled the ground from under his feet. "but you said—"

"i said it because i didn't want everyone to think i'm...inexperienced or something, you know?"

"how about i help make you less inexperienced?"

you gasp, pushing him slightly. "that's pretty bold coming from a guy who just had his own first kiss now."

wonwoo chuckles, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your head. you don't let go.

"something on your mind?"

"i don't want you to go," you murmur.

wonwoo knows he has to, if you both want to get to class on time tomorrow. but for now, he doesn't mind holding you in his arms while you sway to some tune in your head he wishes he could hear.

[ofchapmans]

( NIKOLAJ COSTER-WALDAU, MALE, HE/HIM ) — ✧ THAT LOOKS LIKE JASPER CHAPMAN ! THEY’RE THE FOURTY EIGHT YEAR OLD, I HEAR THEY’RE PRAGMATIC & LOYAL, BUT TEND TO BE RESERVED & VENGEFUL THEY ARE A MECHANIC IN TOWN AT PARAGON. HIS FILE SAYS THAT HIS POWER IS ANIMATION/REANIMATION.

tw: death, violence, murder i’ve apparently out racheled rachel

SECTION ONE: THE START:

there is a boy running around his mother’s feet he is no more that four years old as come and get your love plays over the radio. any one just has to look at them to know that that little boy is the light of his mother’s life. enough to help her forget his father’s indiscretions. the nights in the house that it’s just the two of them, or the fact that jasper almost seems of unquestioning of the amount his father spends away from them.

there is a eleven year old desperate for some attention. his father is a businessman, he’s known that all his life, but it seems the only time he manages to get the other to even look at him for more than a second is when he behaved badly or built something really impressive. the former always been easier than the later.

there is a fourteen year old obsessed with building things, models, motors, even just scribbling designs on a piece of paper. his mother tells him he has a knack for it as she kisses the crown of that scrappy teenagers head. it’s a gift, use it she tells him over and over again.

there is a mutant who doesn’t even notice the arrival of powers at first. it’s something innocent at first, a stick man that he watches dancing across the page. he doesn’t understand it, doesn’t see the danger. so he simply keeps pushing himself, learns to animate the models that decorate his bedroom.

there is a sixteen year old who manages to make all the wrong choices. he knows his mother inside out, she’s never shown any form of power. therefore reason would dictate his gene came from his father right? wrong. he shows his father just what he can do, in a moment he would later call idiocy. the older man was disgusted. it’s only later that he discover that his mother has been hiding her mutation all this time.

there is a boy not yet quite a man who runs away from home sixth months later. he never goes back to that house. although he does sometimes long for the presence of his mother. he needs to find his own place, even if he carries guilt for leaving her.

SECTION TWO: THE MIDDLE:

he’s just a scrappy kid when some branch of the brotherhood find him. vastly untrained, loud, willing to fight just about anyone but incredibly powerful. it’s not surprised when they take the time to shape him into a fighter, someone resourceful who was willing to do whatever it took to protect mutants.

there is a nineteen year old, who moved from england to france firstly. young and charming and good at taking orders and there is a girl. of course there is. she’s fire and vengeance all wrapped up in one. jasper swears he’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she’d let him. he’d never been the love sick puppy type and yet that’s just what he was becoming.

there’s a man, he’s twenty five now should be older more rational, who still gets into trouble like he was twenty one, smoking too many cigarettes and picks fights he knows he can’t win. he is however more settled than he’s ever been. a cause to fight for and a group of mutants are beginning to feel more and more like family.

romy especially makes a mark on him. the closest thing you have to a sibling. the two of them are family, it’s just a sort of unquestioned fact.

anyone that looks at him can see the way he looks at clara, the two of them are barely apart when they can help it especially when it comes to causing havoc. they’ve been together for so long now there’s no one jaz trusts quite the same way. still there’s never really happens there, the few nights they spend together are born from pain and desperation and the two of them never really talk about it afterwards.

still jasper just assumed that the two of them would get there, the two of them would grow up. he’d stop throwing himself into danger and the pair of them would be together. the attack of the townspeople stopped any attempt of that.

clara had started a fire when they were attacked, true to herself always quick to react and so defensive. jasper would pull her from the burning wreckage himself (he still has a deep burn scar on his side) but only after one of the townsmen had delivered a fatal blow. clara died wrapped up in his arms a few feet away from danger.

he was so wrapped up in the two of them, it wouldn’t be until later when it was too late that he’d think to check on the other’s. there was option to go back. if they were going to have any chance at all they had to keep moving.

there’s a man cradling the woman he loves and he is willing to move heaven and earth to keep him with her. he had never brought anyone back from the dead before and yet clara he was more than willing to try. all things come with a price however and what came back was not clara, at least not completely. she was sad, broken. the fire in her eyes that he had fallen in love with, as was her personality. in the end it was a mercy to kill her again even if he killed him to do it.

there is a man who has lost all that he loved most, he doesn’t stay in one place for too long, keeps his had down. the years prior put to rest, at least as much as could do with the ghosts he had to carry with him.

there’s a thirty year old man setting foot in the states for the first time. he barely uses his powers, barely makes any jokes any more. in more ways then he liked to think about jaz has turned into his mother. ending up at paragon was simply a happy accident, after all somewhere he could work and openly be a mutant was all too inviting.

SECTION THREE: HEADCANONS.

jaz is a mechanic because romy showed him how. in the many years they’ve spent apart it was a way of keeping her close, as well as honouring her memory.

often seen wearing plaid shirts and denim, you’d think he was from the bible belt rather than england.

is a nice ?? guy. he tends to be joking and charming by default, though now he tends to keep to himself. it takes a lot now to bring out his dangerous side.