#(I don't want sleep but i'm getting tested for ADHD tomorrow so at least 8 hours is good)

[popcorn-plots]

Wong never liked the labels. He just was. When asked his pronouns (now more than ever in the ever-changing world), he would simply reply, "he/they." No one questioned it. No one asked why.

Then a long came Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange, who didn't fit into any one box but had been told his entire life that boxes were the only thing he could fit into. Stephen Strange, who cried when someone called him 'sir' on certain days but didn't know why. Stephen Strange who liked to wear pretty dresses and fancy suits and sweatpants. Stephen Strange who was everything Wong wasn't, and somehow everything Wong wanted.

It was no surprise when Wong fell hard and he fell fast. Utterly smitten with Stephen Strange, the obnoxious American with a heart of gold, who was soon his boyfriend. And who was sometimes his girlfriend, sometimes just his partner, and sometimes nothing at all.

screaming, crying, throwing up I have to be up early tomorrow but g u y s

i will write this and already it's the most validated think ever