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Hot Chocolate - Bobkey DrabbleIt was a really, really cold evening, and Bob was tired. He and the rest of his band had just finished a set, and they were all just about ready for bed. Bob was the first back to the bus, finding his bunk and flopping down into it, yawning and shivering.
Mikey, his boyfriend and bassist of the band, was soon to follow, hopping down by his bunk and moving the curtain back. He had two steaming hot chocolates in hand.
“Got these at Starbucks.” He leant in and pecked Bob’s cheek, “I got my brother a coffee too. I offered to get one for Frank, but he got distracted by a girl with a puppy. And Ray’s already asleep.”
The sounds of snoring confirmed this, and Bob chuckled softly.
“Frank and his dogs… they will be the death of him.”
Mikey chuckled softly, kissing Bob softly once more before getting back to his knees.
“I’ll let you get some kip, hun, you look knackered. Night night. Love you.”
“Love you too, Mikey.
Chubby Bunnies - Peterick Drabble“I’m not so sure this is such a good idea, Pete…”
Patrick sounded a little nervous as he watched his boyfriend prepare himself for his next escapade – “chubby bunnies”, as it was called. A challenge to stuff as many marshmallows in his mouth at once, saying “chubby bunnies” after each marshmallow.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Patrick. I’m going to rock at this. I’ll probably make a new world record. Now get the camera ready.”
Sighing, Patrick set the camera to record, rolling his eyes as Pete babbled on about how great he was going to be at it.
The first marshmallow he was obviously able to handle, and the second. But at the third, he started to stumble, and he just couldn’t handle a fourth. Patrick had to restrain a chuckle as Pete leaned forward for a bowl to spit the sticky white marshmallows into, mumbling stuff like “This was a stupid idea!” and “I didn’t care about this any
Sergeant Sprinkles - Andley DrabbleIt was a warm summer morning, and Andy Biersack had a surprise planned for his boyfriend and bassist for his band, Ashley Purdy. He’d taken him out to a local café and ordered him a coffee, and a portion of pineapple upside down cake, and made an excuse to leave.
“I love you and everything Ash, but a man’s gotta piss when a man’s gotta piss.”
After making the excuse to leave, instead of going for a piss like he’d said he would he diverted off down the street and into a pet shop. A few days previously, he’d paid a visit to a local pet shop and found some adorable kittens in one of them, one in particular had stood out. There’d been one that he’d spotted that had been white with black stripes, a two black paws and a single black spot over it’s left eye. He’d practically begged for Andy to home him with his innocent, greyish blue eyes. He’d make the perfect present for Ashley. He hadn’t had his card on hi
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