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Micro Story Prompt

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"You look like you are about ready to collapse."

You didn't need to look up from the espresso machine to know who was talking to you. But you wanted to. As expected, the voice matched the tall, lanky figure of your favorite regular customer.

"Hey, Timothée. Yeah, I've been staying up late to do some last-minute cramming for finals. The last one is today after my shift," you explained.

"Got any plans to celebrate the end of the semester?" he asked.

"To be honest, I haven't even thought that far out," you shrugged as you wiped down the counter.

Timothée rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

Your breath caught. The mere sight of him gave you butterflies every time he walked into the coffee shop's door; however, you had no clue it was reciprocated. Your hesitation made him start to panic.

"Umm, I mean, it's totally cool if you already have pl-"

"I'd love to, Timothée." Relief visibly washed over his face. "How long have you been waiting to shoot that shot?" you teased.

"A few weeks." A faint blush tinted his freckled cheeks.

"So, what time should I be ready?"

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New Tumblr sexy man?

Since you asked me to do the help prompt for Timothee

Now it’s your turn 😊

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Micro story prompt: Help

Roll With It

(Young, shy, not famous Timothée)

The clock closed in on midnight as Timothée walked down the sidewalk of Austin's Sixth Street. Although the sun had been down for hours, the air was thick and humid, thanks to the Texas heat. He was lost in his thoughts, just moving along with the flow of foot traffic, when he heard a trilling voice call out.

"Finally! There you are! Where have you been?" a young twenty-something chirped. Timothée looked up and around, squinting to focus through the flashing bar signs to see who she was talking to as she waved and trotted toward him. She threw her arms around his neck when she caught up to him and whispered, "I need your help. Just roll with it - please! I think that guy is following me," she said rapidly under her breath.

Timothée closed his arms around her from their open position of shock and surprise. His eyes darted around, trying to find the alleged culprit. He spotted a shady character in a hoodie - suspicious behavior on its own in sweltering 90-degree weather. The man's gait slowed before slinking into one of the many bars when Timothée made eye contact.

"He's gone," he replied, loosening his grip on the [cute] stranger.

She exhaled a sigh of relief and stepped back to look behind her. "Oh, thank God. And you!" she exclaimed, facing him again.

"How did you know I wasn't just another creep?" he admonished. Her lashes fluttered like the butterflies in his stomach as her smile met her eyes.

"I just ran to the first friendly face I saw."

Timothée looked down at his feet to hide the blush he felt reddening his cheeks. "Oh yeah? Uh...so do you. Have a friendly face, I mean." The stranger giggled in return. "Can I, uh, walk you to wherever you're going?" he asked in a brief moment of bravery.

"Hmm, I dunno. My mom always told me not to talk to strangers," she replied, deadpan.

Timothée choked on his own breath. "Oh, right, of cour-"

"I'm kidding!" She held out her right hand, inviting him to take it. "I'm Savannah. But my friends call me Anna."

"I'm Timothée. Or Timmy, for short, i-if you want something shorter," he stumbled, his focus shifting to the feeling of her hand in his.

"Well, Timmy. Now we're not strangers. Walk me to Belmont, and I'll buy you a drink." Anna kept a grip on his hand and started to walk backward in the direction of her venue of choice.

"Are you going to walk backwards the whole time?" he replied through a chuckle.

Anna nodded playfully. "So I can see if anyone is following me," she joked.

Timothée puffed up his chest slightly. "I'll make sure nobody follows you." He pulled Anna back toward himself, nearly twirling her in dance-like fashion to walk beside him. He offered his arm after she let go. "This way, I don't have to save you twice in one night. You were going to fall keeping that up."

"Oh ho ho, so my knight in shining armor does have a sense of humor after all." Anna snuck a quick kiss to his cheek before threading her hand through the crook of his elbow. Timothée was grateful his responding blush was hidden by the dark of the night as they made their way down the block.

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😭 how can a short story do so much damage ::sob::

Obi-Wan cradles Anakin’s head in his hands, petting the soft curls now caked in dirt and debris. “What have you done? Oh Anakin how could I let this happen to you…” He pulls his old Padawan closer, pressing him against his trembling body. Now was not the time for tears, he had to figure out how to help Anakin.

Anakin looked up at him, his eyes blurry from the pain. "It's not your fault, Obi-Wan...." he managed, a harsh cough tearing from him. His eyes closed almost involuntarily as his former Master held him close.

"never...your... fault.." he whispered, his voice trailing off as he passed out in Obi-Wan's arms.

His last conscious thought was; 'well... at least if I die here... Its in His arms....'

Then darkness took him, and his body went limp in Obi-Wan's arms.

words to use instead of ________

"Mad"

aggravated, angry, annoyed, boiling, cross, enraged, exasperated, fuming, furious, heated, incensed, indignant, irate, irritable, livid, offended, outraged, riled, steamed, storming, upset

"Nice"

amiable, charming, cordial, courteous, delightful, favorable, friendly, genial, gentle, gracious, helpful, inviting, kind, lovely, obliging, peaceful, peachy, pleasant, polite, swell, sympathetic, tender, welcoming, well-mannered, winning

"Pretty"

alluring, appealing, attractive, beautiful, charming, cute, delightful, desirable, elegant, eye-catching, fair, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, intriguing, lovely, pleasing, striking, stunning, sweet

"Said"

alleged, argued, asked, asserted, babbled, bellowed, bragged, commented, complained, cried, declined, demanded, denied, encouraged, expressed, giggled, growled, inquired, moaned, nagged, rebuked, rebutted, replied, rejected, retorted, roared, scolded, shrieked, shrugged, stated, taunted, vowed, warned, whined, whispered, yelled

"Went"

avoid, bolt, bound, depart, exit, escape, flee, fly, hike, hop, jaunt, jolt, journey, leap, leave, lurch, march, mosey, move, pace, parade, pass, progress, retreat, saunter, scoot, skip, split, step, stride, stroll, tour, travel, vanish

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Hello, I love your writing. May i request more Paul and Hal content if possible. 🥺🫶🏼 I’m a sucker for them with pregnant readers 😅

Of course, thank you for requesting

Love of a messiah

Paul atreides x pregnant!fem!reader

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You sat on top of a dune, looking into the distance. Pieces of Sietch Tabr still lying around from the attack. The sunset was gleaming on your skin.

“My love?” Paul called from behind.

You turned and watched as he sat on your right. You leaned against his side. The tears fell silently from your eyes.

Paul noticed this and wiped them away, kissing your head. “It’s alright” he whispered.

But it wasn’t. Hundreds were dead, your friends were dead. “It not” you cried.

Paul sighed, his arm wrapped around you. He looked down at your round bump that was visible in your long flowy red dress, he placed his hand on it, making you sigh and lean your head on his shoulder tiredly.

“'ana qaliqat ealaa tiflina, 'ana khayifat ealayh” you cried as he held you tightly in his arms. I worry for our baby, I’m scared for it.

You and Paul were special, the fremen saw you two as their saviours, more specifically Paul, but they looked at you as their queen, the one that their messiah loved so dearly. You and Paul picked up the Fremen language extremely quickly, as though it was your own, because of this you two often spoke in Chakobsa.

Paul looked down at you, cupping your cheek gently before saying “iidha tajaraa 'ayu shakhs ealaa lmsk 'aw lams tflki, sa'aqtuluh” and kissing your forehead tenderly. If anyone dared touch you or our child, I would kill them.

You said nothing else, continuing to look at the scene before you, as you cried again, reality now completely setting in “Come on love, it’s not good for you or the baby to be looking at something like this” he said

He helped you down the dune carefully, making sure to hold you cautiously as you walked down. You went back to your tent, crying some more before eventually drifting into a sleep once more.

A few hours later you woke, looking outside your tent for Paul, but he was nowhere to be seen “'ayn hu zawji?” You asked a nearby man. Where is my husband.

The man looked at you with worry “yajib ealayk 'an tastarihi ya siidti, famasihuna mawjud fi sitsh tabir limusaeadatana.” He said hoping you would go back asleep, as Paul had instructed him to watch you as you did. You should rest, my lady, our messiah is in sietch tabr helping us.

You sighed, close to crying from exhaustion and annoyance. “'urid 'an 'arah” you said your voice shaking slightly. I want to see him.

The man’s eyes widened, praying internally that you wouldn’t get upset, knowing he would be murdered if you did, and not metaphorically.

“hasanan hasanan” he told you, in a pleading town that told you he was trying to get you to stay calm, so you did. Ok, ok.

The man led you to the entrance of Sietch tabr, you looked around the temple you had recently began to call home, and no it was ruined.

You walked into a room, seeing Chani and and injured Stilgar inside, as well as Paul who was helping the injured Fremen. You watched as Paul argued with Stilgar about not wanting to go to the south, their bickering went on for a minute or so until you spoke.

“Paul?” Your voice asked making him look in your direction immediately, standing up, making a bee line to you. Once he reached you he cupped your cheeks with both hands “What are you doing here my love?” He asked shocked to see you here.

“You left me” you said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, you haven’t been sleeping well lately, so I thought you needed rest” Paul said kissing your temple.

You only hummed, leaning into his hold your eyes closing momentarily. Paul lifted your head up by placing his hand under your chin. “man 'ataa bik 'iilaa huna” he asked sternly. Who brought you here?

“The man near our tent” you muttered back, playing with one of his hands nervously, not for you, but for the man. “I begged him, he asked me not to, do not scare him” you pleaded, making Paul looks down at you for a moment before saying “fine”

He led you out of sietch Tabr, not wanting you to see all the dead peope, knowing it would of course, make you upset.

The two of you were outside of the temple now, Paul was looking at the blown up building, anger evident in his eyes.

“We must go to the south” Chani said walking behind the two with more Fremen following her.

“No” Paul replied, making you turn your head and look at him. “You all must go, but not me” Paul said looking still, into the distance.

“But Paul-“ you began

“I said no!” He yelled, now looking at you, making you stare at him emotionlessly, before walking into the desert in anger, he never yelled at you.

“Love” he called but you ignored him.

Paul huffed, turning to Chani behind him saying “You know I cannot go” With a sad face.

After a few minutes Paul walked into the deser, placing his hand on a large rock “Talk to me Jamis” he pleaded.

Meanwhile you were walking around in the desert, kicking around sand with you feet, anger bubbling inside you, holding back tears. You refused to cry for him.

“Y/N” Paul called, now suddenly behind you, making you turn and stare at him angrily “what” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you” He said walking closer to you.

“Well what we’re you trying to do then?” You asked the tears you had been holding back now threatening to fall.

“I’ve seen flashes of my future, if I go south, people may suffer, I’m scared, not just for me, but for you, and our child” He said.

“Well im scared too! I’m scared because I don’t want to leave you! I cannot go south without you” you said, the tears now falling down your cheeks.

“I know, I know, I will go south” He said, now bringing you into his arms as you cried, the tears falling down your cheeks I’m a somewhat uncontrollable way.

“You will?” You asked shocked at his words.

“Yes, but there is something I must do while I’m there, and I need you by my side” he said leaning his forehead against your own.

“Anything” you whispered back.

“yajib 'an 'ashrab ma' alhayaa” he said kissing you passionately on the lips, and you kissed him back. I must drink the water of life.

A:N

This is kinda bad but still alright

I might do a part two so lmk if you want one 🙏