#anyway I've been poking this around for a couple of weeks and got kinda nervous about it?? but still I do like it and hope its

[the-royal-petals]

Lack of Emotion | Stephen Strange x Reader | Part 2

Description: You and Stephen have agreed to restart your friendship, however it comes with the realisation. . . maybe that anger you had towards him was something else?

Warnings: Mention of Death, Light Angst

[ Part 1 ] - [ Part 2]

Note: Here's part 2! I apologise that this one is kinda rushed, I've been busy the last couple of days. Today hasn't been going that well for me. But here is a chapter to make up for it!

You knew this was going to be hard. 

You and Stephen have agreed to restart your friendship, act as if you've just met a few days ago. As much as you wanted to pretend that was the case, you couldn't forget how he was the last person to see the Ancient One alive. Deep down you just assumed you were jealous; it was normal. . . but you wished that you could have said goodbye to her.

Now it's been a few months since the 'restart' of your friendship. You've grown to the rank of master and it was all because of Stephen's help; in his words he wanted to 'make it up to you' by training you -- you didn't know whether to be flattered or frustrated. You appreciated it anyway. During those months, Wong had noticed the two of you grow closer, even hang out more after training sessions; among the sorcerers was a bet with how long it would take for you two to start a new argument.

So far you have won $20. 

"Did they seriously bet against us?" You unwrapped the bandage around your hand, dropping it next to you in the bucket. "I thought betting was against your culture," you said, sending a wink towards him. 

Stephen let out a light laugh, glancing over at the sorcerers who trained with Wong. "All of that was thrown out of the window since they put Wong in charge," he remarked turning back to you. "May I remind you there are a lot of people here from all across the world." 

You rolled you eyes, "I know. I thought better of them." A smile cracked on your face as you gathered your belongings, stuffing the Astral Projection book into your bag, "so where are you headed?" 

Around about this time, Stephen would go to the sanctum to do his usual guarding duties, though with someone else stationed there for the week, you could tell he had other plans. He waved and turned and headed into the main building, beckoning you to follow him. 

Hesitantly, you followed, turning back towards the sorcerers with a double glance. 

Stephen led you through the hallways, to the room that connected to the three sanctums. New York, Hong Kong and London. He looked at you.

"I thought it would be nice to maybe get some dinner together? After all, I still have a lot to do to make it up to you." You watched him grow with nervousness. Him, nervous? For a moment, you couldn't believe that could've been possible as he was the king of sarcasm and arrogance. . . though you knew that had started to resolve itself. 

A dinner with him sounded like the thing you needed. "I'd like that," you smiled, "a dinner is one of many you're going to have to do to make it up to me, Strange." You teased, poking his side -- the cloak slapped your hand.  "HEY!"

"You should know what happens when you try to punch me." 

"I didn't punch you! I poked you. There's a difference." You huffed.

You knew that the cloak didn't always understand what was an 'attack' and what was just playful banter, but either way, you appreciated how loyal it was to Stephen. You considered yourself the most loyal towards him; despite the past. 

He stepped through the New York sanctum portal before meandering throughout the infinite doorways and corridors the sanctum held. You were glad he was leading the way as you always got lost here. There was a time when you had to call Stephen and Wong to portal you back to Kamar-Taj as you got lost in the basement. Not a fun time.

Eventually, you two made it to three windows. Doorways to other parts of the world. Stephen turned the handle to change the location that whirred and flashed before your very eyes, each one circled before a small garden appeared. In the middle of it sat a bench with food stacked across it with a sorcerer standing next to it. Once they had seen Stephen, they left, bowing their head towards him before heading back to Kamar-Taj. 

"What was that about?" You asked, he looked back at you.

"I know it isn't a restaurant, however, it's one of the only places we can be without being bothered. I'd take you to another dimension, but Wong isn't so keen on that right now." 

Right. . . you heard about that. Last month a sorcerer had gotten lost in a dimension called 'weirdworld' and never returned. Despite the search parties that went after them, nobody could find them. You knew the warnings that the Mystic Arts had for dimensional travel: you had to be at least a master to even think about going -- even if you did, you had to be assisted. 

All you could assume was that the sorcerer was a novice. 

You sat at the bench, noticing the wide array of sandwiches and other things Stephen managed to stag. You picked up your favourite one, not bothering to wait for Stephen who sat beside you. 

"I take it you're hungry," he teased, reaching for a sandwich of his own. You nodded. "I uh. . . I didn't set this dinner just so we could eat. I need to talk to you." 

Oh now you were in the shit. You carefully looked at him, watching him try and think of his next words. You gestured for him to continue.

"I know I should've waited until longer. . . until later on when we've known each other longer. But i can't keep this a secret -- it's impossible to. I didn't dislike you because you were quiet all the time, well that was partly it, but the main reason is," he set his hand on your arm. You froze. "I. . . I was so angry at the fact I couldn't stop thinking about you, thinking about what I had done wrong. I really do like you. A lot. I-I'm awful with words, I'm sorry. I have feelings for you..." 

You stared at him, letting his words process throughout your brain. Did. . .did he just confess to you?

You gave him a smile and set your hand on his in return. He didn't need an answer. You set your sandwich down and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. His hands hung above like a marionette until he finally wrapped them around you, returning the well-needed hug. 

"I really like you too. . ."

[taonsil]

autochoris yeol | chansoo, 2k, r

(this of course applies to any fic, but this especially is a Not all aces fic, just an individual experience I wanted to write about. autochoris is defined as 'a disconnect between oneself and a sexual target/object of arousal' ie having fantasies, an interest in porn etc anyway I dont see much ace fic getting more in depth with exploring how these kinds of things can be, so this is exploring a relationship and negotiation for an ace who has an active but disconnected interest (+ I Always low-key write pcy as autochoris - the first of these drabbles was him messily trying to explain, so this is a more active exploration of it☀︎ me w my head in my hands: why have I written 3k of pcy fretting over jerking off)

others in this drabble set: 🍃

soft s/o to @sarangkris​ autochoris-writing partner in crime 👍

"Hey, I dunno if now is ok but– I like this one," Chanyeol announces as he speeds into the room, MacBook open and tucked between his chest and the crook of his elbow.

Kyungsoo shifts over on the couch, still reading. The smack of the laptop on the table jolts his nerves, but it's the sounds coming from it that has him forgetting what line he was even on. He blinks slowly, from the screen back to his book. It's porn. Ok then.

"Uh." Chanyeol clears his throat. Hoisting his feet up so he can tuck himself in knees to chest makes the couch cushion dip, tilting Kyungsoo. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were doing something."

Kyungsoo looks back to the screen. He tilts his head, then closes the book in his lap. "I've forgotten everything I just read."

"I didn't– were you studying? I'm sorry, I didn't think. It.." Chanyeol is all but disappearing into his hoodie now, somehow sinking away into it like he's dissolving. Kyungsoo kind of was studying, but the tips of Chanyeol's ears are as scarlet as his hair. He was basically at the end of that paragraph anyway.

"I was due a break." Kyungsoo glances at the screen again as he leans over to set his book on the table. It looks fairly standard - a cheap rental apartment, two guys around their age - and that kind of makes it cuter that Chanyeol charged in here at such a speed with it. "Yeollie, I thought you were working." He's trying to sound accusing, but it's hard to keep a straight face with all that wet noise in the background.

Chanyeol kicks his feet out from under himself, unbalancing. "I was! I did- I finished all the editing. I was due a break too." He's flushed hot right across the back of his neck as he tucks his legs back in. Kyungsoo pats the couch, just beside his foot.

On screen the two boys have moved from the couch to the bed, seemingly making twice as much noise now they have twice as much room. It's not really Kyungsoo's thing, these setups made to look like two actors are a real couple. For a while it's more interesting just watching Chanyeol watch, sleeve covering his mouth and his eyes wide as Kyungsoo's ever seen them. He's taken with it for whatever reason.

"So, you like this one," Kyungsoo prompts when he's had enough of that. The video is Japanese and heavily pixelated, and Chanyeol must only understand every few words. This is all.. Kyungsoo couldn't really place what exactly it is, but he'd be mussing Chanyeol's hair and kissing his flushed cheeks if boundaries allowed. Touching when Chanyeol's like this is negotiable, but considering how tightly balled up he is Kyungsoo can take a guess.

"It's just, y'know, if we were gonna, then-" Chanyeol looks away at the keyboard as he says that. "It looks nice, like, hypothetically."

"Yeah?" Kyungsoo shifts just a little, so he's leaning more towards Chanyeol. It's always hypothetical, though less often that it's as direct as this. Chanyeol often finds things he likes, shows (or texts, or blurts it out over breakfast) to Kyungsoo, hoping Kyungsoo will incorporate it in their play sometime. But this.. ok. "Which one are you?"

"Which one do you think," Chanyeol says right into his sleeve, but if only from the tone Kyungsoo catches it. He's not sure if Chanyeol's just getting apprehensive because they don't normally do things like this (or because Kyungsoo was studying, or because..just because moods shift; there's no faultless way of doing this). Or because the fantasy is a little less seamless like this, maybe. Bodies and positions don't matter when it's just words - it doesn't have to make sense how actions transition or how plausible the scenario is.

"Ah, that one," Kyungsoo replies. He looks to the left of the screen and feels in the dip of the cushion Chanyeol trying and failing not to squirm. Chanyeol doesn't always want to be (hypothetically) fucked, but Kyungsoo figures he does now. And that guy is barely 5'6". Kyungsoo's a good boyfriend, and Chanyeol's already flustered, so he just says, "Hypothetically, yeah.

We don't do this together much." It's on the tip of Kyungsoo's tongue to ask if Chanyeol's finally tired out what Kyungsoo offers. It's a joke - Chanyeol never, ever gets any less sensitive to it. "This one special?" He asks instead. Chanyeol's used the word hypothetical maybe 700 times in the months they've been doing this; he's paranoid enough without Kyungsoo playfully hinting that this is a bad sign.

Chanyeol makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a little cough. Kyungsoo prefers his porn in still pictures and writing, if any, so on his part they don't really share. Unless Chanyeol flicks through at his own pace, usually with his nose wrinkled. "I don't normally find stuff that's nice all the way through," Chanyeol says, "I can just close my eyes. On my own- whatever they're doing. I can just skip parts or not watch. But I like this one." The would-be-Kyungsoo flips would-be-Chanyeol easily onto his front, dips down and sucks a kiss into his shoulder. Chanyeol coughs into his sleeve again. Kyungsoo realises then that Chanyeol's already given this entire clip a test drive. "Is it ok?"

Kyungsoo nods before he even asks, "That you're showing me?"

Chanyeol clamps his teeth together for a long moment before he nods, too. That wasn't what he meant.

"You mean would I want to do it?" Kyungsoo tries again, and Chanyeol nods immediately this time.

It's.. well, it's just straightforward sex. Kyungsoo can't say he sees the appeal in recreating a fumbling first time himself, but then Chanyeol's never had to experience one. Whether it's natural or well-acted they're both clumsy and sweet, and as these things go Kyungsoo supposes they've got the fake connection thing down pretty well.

From experience Kyungsoo knows Chanyeol likes the idea of being held down, opened up, adored the entire time- this isn't anything surprising. Just pretty boring. And not even at a good angle, in his opinion. But they look in love, and as a visual that's evidently working for Chanyeol. "You're so cute, you know?" Chanyeol purses his lips tight and Kyungsoo smiles at him, lopsided. "I'm not teasing. You are. And that can be us."

Kyungsoo points to the boy face down in the sheets, half Chanyeol's size, rocking back against two fingers. One less than Kyungsoo usually (hypothetically) gives Chanyeol. To Kyungsoo the guy kneeling behind him seems like he's mostly just guessing at how to do this and what happens next. If it really was them Kyungsoo wouldn't be unsure like that, but nagging as that thought is that's not the point. "That's you. That's me," Kyungsoo says. When he looks back Chanyeol is biting his lip instead.

Considering there's everything left to happen, there's only 8 minutes of the video left, and at least one of those will be the scene winding down, maybe he needs a little direction.

"Chanyeollie, are you going to catch up?" Kyungsoo asks softly, a smile in his tone. Chanyeol's back straightens a little. He still looks caught off guard, silly pup.

As usual Chanyeol's in clothes that swamp him, but Kyungsoo could tell he was getting uncomfortable from the way his squirming shifted from full body wriggles to these small stiff movements that won't create friction. Chanyeol groans something under his breath as he immediately does just that, pushing a hand under the long hem of his shirt.

"There you go," Kyungsoo praises absently, pretending it's only because he's interested in the video that he's not watching Chanyeol figure out how to get comfortable and keep everything under his clothing.

Kyungsoo drifts between the screen and Chanyeol, keeping an eye on the time, watching his hand jerking rapid under his clothes. Kyungsoo doesn't need boundaries, but Chanyeol was waiting for him to say that it's ok, and now he's flushed so dark he looks like he might blow a blood vessel before anything else.

Maybe this just isn't Kyungsoo's kind of thing, because he's translating most of the action into words in his head - to save and use later - rather than he is any kind of interested by it. He looks away again when he hears a quiet call of his name, but Chanyeol doesn't look aware that he did it. Much more interesting.

"Yeollie." Kyungsoo shifts just a little closer, repeats it until he has Chanyeol's focus. "Can I touch?" He asks, and Chanyeol stills for a moment. "Is that alright?"

Without the rustle of fabric and with Chanyeol suddenly holding his breath, the sound from the video is suddenly louder. Even Kyungsoo knows what a few of those words mean. (But then he does have a boyfriend who's learning Japanese. And into hentai.)

"Yeah," Chanyeol blinks away from the screen and starts breathing again with a hitch. "Touch if you want." Slowly and then steadily Chanyeol finds his pace again, sinking back into the couch. Kyungsoo quickly has a hand on his thigh, the other thumbing around the hot shell of his ear. He rakes his short nails through Chanyeol's hair, down his nape. On screen the couple are facing each other now, locked together. Would-be-Kyungsoo is jerking his would-be-Chanyeol faster than he's fucking him, both of them willing him to come first. The panting is so loud it distorts out of the speakers a little.

"That's you, and that's me," Kyungsoo reminds Chanyeol, kissing the thick tendon standing out below his jaw. Chanyeol makes the most helpless little sound, so Kyungsoo grips his leg just a bit tighter. Kyungsoo's got him, whether this is successful in the end or just new and kind of scary.

In moments of would-be-Chanyeol streaking his belly and would-be-Kyungsoo's hand, Chanyeol's pace falters, his hips lifting from the couch. He's only watching out of the corner of his eye now, half focused, half lost in his head. Kyungsoo is the only person Chanyeol wants to have sex with, and even then he doesn't want to have sex at all. Kyungsoo uses his weight and his muscle, touches Chanyeol's back and ears and sometimes his throat. He tells Chanyeol so many filthy (hypothetical) things he could do (is doing, with some imagination) to him. And It was never all that awkward, with Kyungsoo already preferring his porn in words and Chanyeol easy to figure out.

Doing it this way is definitely really different - none of the intimacy of a scenario created just for him. A lot of distracting noise. And usually they're in bed, or the shower, or Chanyeol's at least not suddenly regretting everything as his senses come back to him pretty much the moment the now sticky lining of his sweats plasters to his skin. Ugh.

"I'm gonna.. We can talk, I'll just.." he holds his wet hand safely away from his hoodie and the couch cushions. The five second peak maybe wasn't worth the gross that's followed.

"Yeah, you go." Chanyeol's unsteady on his legs, so Kyungsoo gives him a helping push to get him upright. "I'll be here. No rush," Kyungsoo reassures him, picking his book back up and hiding a smile behind it at the sight of Chanyeol waddling away to the bathroom.