Since You Asked Me To Do The Help Prompt For Timothee

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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Acolyte 1x08 spoiler under the cut

VINDICATED!!

Acolyte fans:

Is anyone else out there hoping for a Yoda or Yaddle cameo? We know they are alive during this period. The split second scene with Ki Adi Mundi was just not quite enough.

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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😭 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.

🥹😭🤗

come morning light

Obi-Wan cuts Anakin’s hair, ahead of the victory celebration on Naboo. [AO3]

Besides the intermittent chirps of Nubian early morning birds, quiet snips of the scissors is the only sound filling the small space in the fresher. 

On the stool, the boy is remarkably quiet. Slanting pale light falls into sun-bleached locks as they fall off his shoulder and onto the floor. Anakin watches it with downcast eyes, in a stillness Obi-Wan already knows is uncharacteristic of him. 

Perhaps he hadn’t had much to sleep either last night, after Qui-Gon’s funeral. As for Obi-Wan, it would have felt disdainful to lay his head down on a pillow and close his eyes, after witnessing Qui-Gon being laid to rest on the pyre. He had instead spent the night in deep meditation, which afforded him strength and resolve enough to carry on through the day, but not much more. Focus on the boy, Obi-Wan thinks to himself. Now that morning has come, it’s time to move on. Your vows will guide you now, if the man you made them to cannot. 

It’s still a couple of hours until the victory celebration, and they’re up early to put Anakin into the shape of a new Padawan, in preparation for it. There’s already a set of new robes laid out on the bed inside the room, which they’d apparently struggled finding, given Anakin’s small size. (Starched and cream-colored, Obi-Wan imagines it sitting stiffly across the boy’s shoulders.) The other part of it is, of course, the haircut. It’s something he’s done for young Padawans before, but this is different. Much too different. 

Having cleared away some of the mop, Obi-Wan pauses, and carefully parts a strand of hair just above Anakin’s right ear, tying it off with a ribbon. Anakin doesn’t know, and Obi-Wan doesn’t think about how it wouldn’t be touched for another ten years, until Obi-Wan is the one to cut it off again. 

After repeating this with another tuft at the back of his head, the clips of the scissors resume. Obi-Wan leans in close, combing through the remaining bristly locks— surprisingly soft now, having been cleaned of sand and battle smoke— and methodically cuts it down to even lengths. His hands do not shake, though it feels as though they should. The task is monotonous enough that Obi-Wan’s mind drifts, and he has to wonder why he can’t chase away the flashes of Qui-Gon’s body on fire, looking down at this boy. 

Finally, he combs out any loose clumps, and comes around to kneel in front of Anakin. Their eyes meet. Neither speaks a word, but they both feel the light shifting around them, like it could encase this moment forever. Obi-Wan goes on. He unties the strand by Anakin’s ear, and nimbly weaves it into a short braid, which comes to rest just above his shoulder. 

When it’s finished, Anakin tries to run a hand through his hair, only to be met with its abrupt end. He looks bewildered for half a moment, before his hand goes to the ponytail, the braid, and he looks up at Obi-Wan with a hesitant, but genuine smile. 

“It’s just like yours.” 

Obi-Wan matches his expression, and nods.

“Come on now,” he lays a hand on his Padawan’s shoulder, and gently guides them out. “It’s time to get ready. The Queen will be waiting for us.”  

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Prompt: "I can run to the pharmacy if you need anything."

Pharmacy

C/W: nausea, vomiting

Yule felt the mattress shift as his fiancée all but jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She didn't have enough time to close the door behind herself, so he clearly heard her retching. He groggily rubbed his eyes as he shuffled to the door behind her.

"Y'alright?" His words slurred together sleepily.

She groaned as she was hit by another wave of dry heaving. A line of spit stretched down from her mouth before she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Yule quietly padded over and sat next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, whimpering slightly as they both leaned against the tub on the cold floor. He rested his cheek on her hair in return and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gently rubbing small circles on her arm.

"I can run to the pharmacy if you need anything," he said softly.

She nodded and cleared her parched throat. "Can you get me some gingerale?"

"Of course, love."

"And maybe...maybe a pregnancy test?"

Yule's hand stilled. He pulled back slightly to look down at his fiancée in disbelief. He was very awake now.

"Y- you think you may be-?"

She half-smiled weakly as she looked up at him. "We haven't exactly been careful, Yule," she replied, earning a nervous chuckle from her fiancé that quickly fell into serious silence. After a few beats, she asked, "Are you...are you okay with that possibility?"

"Wha- oh, yes!" Yule exclaimed, bringing his focus back to her. "Yes. So much yes. This...this is more than okay. I just...I can't believe I'm going to be a dad."

"Well, let's test first to be sure."

"Oh, right! I'll be right back." He excitedly scrambled to his feet.

She started to rise but was quickly remanded to the floor again by nausea. "I'll be right here."

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