The Gay Band Book

Drabbles [Ryden]

another one of those "which one of your OTP does ____?"

Who steals the whole fucking blanket in the middle of the night and leaves the other without any?

Brendon woke up shivering. He couldn't sworn he had been under the blanket when he fell asleep. Turning over, he saw Ryan cuddled in all of the blanket. Of course. Brendon was cold, and knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep without some of the blanket on him, but Ryan looked too cute, with his hair a mess as he was wrapped up in the blanket like a burrito.

Which one is always stubbing their toe and screaming about it?

Ryan was busy shuffling through the mail, sorting out the junk from what might actually be important, when, since he wasn't paying attention, he stubbed his toe on the coffee table leg.

"DAMMIT! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OF HELL!" Ryan yelled, leaning on the entrance of the kitchen, seething and hissing.

"Oh my god Ryan, what the fuck happened?!" Brendon hollered from somewhere else in the house.

"......Nothing~!" Ryan called back, regaining his composure and tossing all the mail onto the counter.

Which one is the lightweight that needs to be watched over at all costs?

Ryan giggled as Brendon took the empty beer bottle out of his hands.

"No more alcohol for you, mister," Brendon instructed. "How many have you had?"

Ryan attempted to hold up one finger, but ended up confusing himself and holding up about three, making Brendon sigh.

"No more. We're going home. And remind me to never let you near alcohol."

Which one likes to get up in the middle of the night and (loudly) make themselves a snack?

Ryan was awoken by a loud bang from downstairs. And then some very loud shuffling and crunching. Ryan sighed and rolled over, shoving his head under his pillow. Why Brendon did this, he had no idea. He took his head out from under his pillow to look at the clock. 4am. Too early to get up. Brendon would be back in bed soon, anyways, and then Ryan could go back to cuddling him.

Who drinks straight up black coffee and teases the other for their overly-flavored Starbucks?

Brendon looked over the rim of his coffee as he watched Ryan putter around the kitchen, adding a lot of sugar and flavoring stuff to his coffee.

"Sheesh, Ryro, can't take the bitterness of plain ol' coffee?" Bren teased.

"No," Ryan shot back. "I'm used to hot chocolate, but we're out," he added with a glare, "And so I have to deal with overly flavored coffee."

"Mhmmm. So you're basically saying you can't take plain coffee?"

Ryan sighed and didn't respond, which Brendon took as he won that argument.

Which one insists upon buying unheard-of health foods?

"Ryan, what the fuck is this?" Brendon asked as he held up a package of what-ever-the-fuck it was.

Ryan took it from Brendon's hand and placed it in the shopping car. "It's some herbal stuff. It'll help me to sleep at night better."

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. Is there any other weird healthy shit we need to buy?"

Ryan nodded and led Brendon along.

"Goddammit Ry," Brendon muttered under his breath.

Which one would run through a busy street just to pet a small dog?

"Ryan! Ryan, where are you going?!" Brendon called, watching as Ryan dodged inbetween crowds of people. Brendon heaved a sigh and started to chase after him, not as good at weaving inbetween people as Ryan was.

"Look, there's a dog!" Ryan yelled over his shoulder, stumbling to a stop in front of a small beagle. "Can, can I pet it?"

The owner nodded and Ryan's face lit up.

"Ohmygod yay!" He bent down to pet the dog, and it barked, attempting to jump on Ryan and lick his face, making Ryan giggle and scratch behind its ears.

He looked up at the owner and asked, "Boy or girl?"

"It's a girl, and her name is Dottie."

"Awe," Ryan cooed. "Cute."

Brendon caught up to Ryan and watched as happily pet the dog.

Once they walked away, Brendon asked Ryan, "Why did you have to run?"

Ryan huffed and rolled his eyes, "C'mon Bren, its a dog! Also, speaking of dogs, I want one now."

Who is always suggesting they get another pet?

Brendon sighed. "Ryan, we already have a cat. And you were the one who was begging for it."

"But did you see how cute Dottie was? I want a dog like her!" Ryan whined.

Brendon shook his head and reached for Ryan's hand, guiding him through the busy street. "We'll see."

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So far, 6 out of 11 oneshot drafts are Ryden....there's one Joshler, two ""multiple'" ships ones, a Brallon, and another multiple one, but its different and difficult to explain. And there might be two+  Brallon oOPS.

also here's a picture of burrito Ryan