#stebuli

first of all steban shuts you down so gently but firmly, go feminist king 

steban is that the gay “she” you’re using with the fish analogy?? slay

and then he goes on to talk about Dobreva and Abadanaiz, the historical figures from their passphrase 

now why are these names familiar

what does it all mean. jeanjudit auxiliary mazovian yaoi???

but then the game has to push that good old Agenda 

true shit!! once you achieve truly revolutionary thought you will become emboldened to kiss your dual-leadership partner on the lips. this is the rule of mazovian yaoi

but then after talking about all this revolutionary dual leadership kissing with tongue

I don't know if I have the stamina and organisation to finish this fanfic (if this… drabble… can even be called one?), so let it lie here as a headcanon for now.

"All canonical writings on infra-materialism agree that telepathic communication between comrades is only possible on the third level, Uli…"

The other young man raises his head, pulling away from the book, and casts a glance at Steban.

Oh, that Uli… He's so in love. Unapologetically and irrevocably. He himself sometimes does not notice how he is fascinated by Steban, how he cannot take his eyes off him when he is reading or making coffee or enthusiastically telling his new arguments on the infra-materialist theory, not noticing how time passes… Uli stares at that small neckline of his shirt, for he always leaves the top two buttons undone, at the exposed piece of his pale chest and collarbone… And his bloodthirsty little heart is pounding in his ribcage at the thought of how lucky he is to live at the same time as this impossible, weird, incredibly intelligent, sensitive, charismatic and, on top of it all, unbelievably handsome man, and to be around him.

Steban is no different.

He almost unconsciously tries to touch Uli casually, very lightly, when they are standing next to the coffee pot, when they are sitting on the sofa or when they are reading a book together… Steban shows incredible, simply incredible restraint not to snap and squeeze him in an embrace, burying his fingers in his auburn, slightly reddish curly unruly hair and pressing his cheekbone against his stiff beard.