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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 1.22.24

Happy Monday, everyone! It's time for our weekly set of one-word drabble prompts. Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Study

Puppy

Soft

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!

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@rwrdrabbleprompts Dance/Clean

Henry never thought he'd catch anyone dancing as they cleaned. That wasn't the environment his grandmother encouraged.

Yet here Alex is, singing along to “Despacito” (the original version, of course) and swaying as he mops the kitchen floor. Henry's tempted to catch it on video, to send it in the Three Geniuses and Alex group chat, but Alex's shirt is off… Granted, everyone in that chat has seen all of it before, but still.

So he watches, not disturbing him until Alex reaches his favorite part of the song, holds his hand up like a microphone, and Henry giggles.

“Hey!”

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@100wednesday @rwrdrabbleprompts Sandwich

“Alex, I'm going to make us sandwiches,” Henry called from the kitchen.

 

“ You're making us food?” Alex asked. “That sounds like a terrible idea.”

 

“Hey! I've gotten better at quiches, right?”

 

“Yeah, but sweetheart, you thought it was a good idea to put chocolate in the crab dip. I think your cooking skills still leave something to be desired.”

 

“What? Chocolate is delicious, and so are crab dip and cheese.”

 

“Yeah, but not together. ”

 

A giggle interrupted their conversation. Alex turned to their daughter. “What do you say, querida ? Do Daddy's tastes need help?”

 

Cheese and chocolate are both yummy!”

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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 1.22.24

Happy Monday, everyone! It's time for our weekly set of one-word drabble prompts. Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Study

Puppy

Soft

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!

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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 01.15.24

Happy Monday, everyone! It's time for our weekly set of one-word drabble prompts. Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Dance

Sandwich

Clean

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!

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@rwrdrabbleprompts Week 1.15.24

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“Sweetheart.”

Alex stands beside him with a hand extended, his tie loose around his neck and lipstick smudged on his cheek from Ellen or June or a great aunt whose name Henry’s champagne buzzed brain cannot remember.

“Again,” Henry asks but he’s sliding his hand into Alex’s before the word is all the way out.

“Always,” Alex tells him, pulling him onto the dancefloor as the band plays something soft, sweet, and slow.

Alex hums along while Henry envisions a lifetime of this, barefoot in the refrigerator light or tipsy on New Years. A lifetime together in each other’s arms.

Henry takes a bite of what’s left of the grilled cheese before he sets it on the plate and slides it across the table to Alex.

Alex catches it, easily, then heaves a sigh before he takes a large bite, chews slowly.

“What the fuck,” he says, mouth still full and Henry laughs. “Seriously, babe. What the fuck.”

“Terrible twos, love,” Henry says as he gets to his feet, the echoes of Bella’s tantrum still ricocheting off the walls in the dining room long after she’s fallen asleep. He drops a kiss to Alex’s head. “Come help me clean up.”

Henry drags the washcloth across Alex’s skin then ducks his head and follows the path the soap left with his lips.

Alex’s eyes slide shut as he leans back against the tile with a sigh. He rests his hand on Henry’s shoulder and squeezes when Henry’s teeth scrape across his hip bone.

“Gonna start something?” Alex asks as the water pours around them and steam fills the room.

Everything feels slow and warm, like a dream.

“Almost always,” Henry answers, glancing up with a smile. “Are you up for it?”

Alex nods and rolls his hips forward. Henry leans in.

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that which we call a

a drabble based on the word prompt 'clean' for @rwrdrabbleprompts.

He’s used to all the foul talk.

Being labeled the crown’s dirty secret, not by strangers or public opinion but by those who knew him best. Those who knew best, when Henry didn’t know any better.

It’s different, with Alex. How the word filthy in his mouth makes Henry feel reverent and well-loved rather than untouchable. Rather than something not worthy of being touched.

And even before Alex takes him apart with his tongue, licks the come off their bodies and soothes his pulse back down to somewhere like normal—being this loved by Alex, Henry’s never felt more clean.

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week 9: dance / sandwich / clean

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The kitchen has quickly turned into one of Henry's favorite spots in the brownstone. Ironic, considering he barely knows how to cook anything more than a sandwich.

But it's the idea of owning a home with the love of his life that makes his heart burst.

It's the lighthearted arguing about who has to do the dishes (Henry), then Alex coming up behind him, then the dancing on the tile floor as faint music plays. (And then the laughing, and kissing, and making out on the counter, and the very unsanitary things that happen after—)

It's the pure, unadulterated love.

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RWRB Drabble 10.30.23

I may be a bit late to the party, but here's my contribution to the 10.30.23 drabble prompt.

Words prompted:

Candle

Haunted

Storm

I used haunted and storm.

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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 01.15.24

Happy Monday, everyone! It's time for our weekly set of one-word drabble prompts. Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Dance

Sandwich

Clean

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!

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@100wednesday @rwrdrabbleprompts Brave

“Papá, I'm scared.”

Alex was in the pool and his daughter was standing at the edge. They were at the steps, of course. Alex wouldn't have asked her to just jump in, even though he would catch her. 

“You can do it, mi querida,” he promised her. “I'll be right here the whole time.” He held out his hand. “Would holding my hand help?”

She took it and stepped slowly in, Alex taking her into his arms when the water would otherwise be too deep for her. “There you go, princesa. See? It's not so scary. You were so brave.”

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@100wednesday @rwrdrabbleprompts Whisper

“Alex.”

It was nothing but a whisper in the darkness, and Alex tried to ignore it. It was too early for this.

“Papá.”

Now that, he couldn't ignore. After all, she'd never called him that before. 

Realizing that sleep wasn't going to be happening anytime soon, he got up quietly so he didn't wake Henry and padded over to the doorway. “What's wrong, princesa?”

She said nothing, her lips trembling, and Alex knew without being told that whatever it was, he and Henry would be sharing their bed tonight. “Why don't you come in and tell me all about it?”

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Now that the words are out there, Henry can’t stop himself from saying them. Alex twists in the bedsheets, lips parted, as Henry follows the path the morning sun leaves across his skin. He whispers “I love you” into the bend of Alex’s elbow, the dip of his collarbone, the jut of his hip. Henry says it over and over, in helpless sighs and breathless laughs, like if he says them enough maybe the words will tattoo themselves into Alex’s skin in glimmering, gold ink, marked forever for the whole world to see that Alex is his and his alone.

“Great fucking tree, babe.” Henry takes the mug of tea from Alex, then hangs onto it for dear life as he climbs onto the couch with him, draping himself over Henry’s body like a weighted blanket, snuggling in, feet tangled. In true When Harry Met Sally style, they carried the bloody thing for ten blocks, failing to realize it was too full to comfortably fit through their front door until it was too late. Even with missing needles and a few bent limbs it’s still beautiful; wrapped in twinkling lights and covered with shiny baubles as David dozes beneath it.

“I know that you can do this.” Bea nods, her head pounding and her stomach churning. It feels like one second her father was pushing her on the swings and the next Henry was kneeling beside her, blurring at the edges, telling her that dad was gone and he was gay and she can’t kill herself… She can’t kill herself. She can’t leave him. “I don’t…” She starts. “What if I can’t…” Henry squeezes her hand. “Then we’ll try it again.” She nods her head and steps forward. She’ll make it longer than six hours this time. She has to.

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@100wednesday @rwrdrabbleprompts Tree

When he was younger, Alex had a favorite tree in Austin, one he'd climb until his mom yelled out of the kitchen window for him to stop. 

When he got slightly older, it became the place where he'd do homework, his back pressed up against the bark, shade protecting his laptop from the glare of the sun.

Then, when Henry came into his life, it was the place where they'd go when they had time, whispering their deepest secrets and most sought-after desires, arms around each other and foreheads pressed together.

It was where Henry got down on one knee.

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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 01.08.24

Happy New Year! We're back after taking a break for the holidays, and it's time for our first weekly set of one-word drabble prompts for the year!

Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Whisper

Tree

Brave

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!

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rwrb drabble: domestic bliss

part of @rwrdrabbleprompts's weekly prompts: brave

word count: 100

They’ve lived together for a few months now. It is the perfect definition of domestic bliss: from morning breath kisses to throwing their laundry in together to eating nearly spoiled leftovers. There is one problem, though. The top shelf of the pantry. Alex watches it every Sunday after they go grocery shopping. All the fun snacks getting placed up there because Henry can reach it. So now, he has to be brave. “Can you put that lower?” Alex mumbles. “Hmm?” Alex repeats himself. A smug grin fans across Henry’s face. “Sure, darling. I can put it on an Alex-level shelf.” 

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RW&R Drabble Prompt: 01.08.24

Happy New Year! We're back after taking a break for the holidays, and it's time for our first weekly set of one-word drabble prompts for the year!

Remember — your drabbles should be exactly 100 words, you can write as many as you'd like throughout the week, and you can draw inspiration from the prompts however you see fit. If you need a refresher, here are our rules.

This week's words are:

Whisper

Tree

Brave

Oh, and don't forget to tag us in your posts so we can reblog them.

Happy writing!