Sickfic/Hurt/Comfort Any Timothee Character Of Your Choice :)

Sickfic/Hurt/Comfort Any Timothee character of your choice :)

On Edge

Summary: Lee saves eater!reader from themselves.

C/W: Suicidal ideation

One last sunset. That was your last wish. You had spent all day driving to a spot you knew had a great western view. At last, you stood on the precipice of the tallest point in the state just in time to watch the sun sink below the horizon. A slight breeze swept your hair behind you and cooled the tears on your cheeks. The air was fragrant from the wildflowers that bloomed below.

You heard a twig snap behind you. You startled and jolted, knocking rocks off the cliff's edge as you turned toward the noise. The amount of time it took to hear them hit the bottom made your resolve waiver slightly. In the dimming light, you saw a lanky figure with curly red hair emerging from the woods.

"Whoa there. I'm not going to hurt you," a tenor voice called out. He walked slowly toward you, with a slight crouch to his step and a hand held out, like he was trying to calm a scared feral kitten. "What brings you to the edge of the Earth?"

"A fitting end for reaching my limits, is it not?"

A brief flash of sadness (and was that...recognition?) flitted across his face. "My name is Lee. What's yours?"

"[Y/N]."

"Well, [Y/N], if you jump, I jump," he stated matter-of-factly.

"That's insane. You would die, too!" you exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, I can't turn away now. I'm involved," he said flatly as he set down his pack. "But maybe you can fill me in on why we have to die today?"

You looked over your shoulder back at the sunset. "I- I just can't do it anymore. My family wants nothing to do with me. I k-keep screwing things up, so I can't stay in one place long enough to make new friends. I'm...too different."

"I know. So am I." Lee gestured to himself. "This may sound weird," he paused, "but I could smell you from miles away."

"Smell me?" you asked incredulously.

Lee nodded. "Food just doesn't cut it for you, does it? You feel a deep ache down to your core until you...feed?"

You paled. Conversations about your eating habits usually required you to flee. You stepped back reflexively and lost your footing.

"[Y/N]!" Lee screamed and lunged forward to grab your hand as you slid off the edge. You cried and screamed, clawing at the rocks with your free hand until you were able to grab his arm. He pulled you back to safety and clutched you to his chest.

You shook like a leaf in his embrace. "I- I thought I was the only one." You felt him shake his head as he rested his cheek on your hair.

"You are not alone." You heard his voice catch as if he were crying. "Let me prove it to you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you, if you'll let me."

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A/N: slight inspiration taken from the jumping scene of Titanic

Woke up to Owen Lars thoughts. Specifically re: C-3PO.

Our guy Owen has avoided owning a droid for 20+ years because they remind him of Shmi. He’s had to deal with the Jawas the whole time and knows it would go a hell of a lot better with a translator, but every time he thinks about getting a protocol droid he thinks about Shmi. About how she doted on that insufferably annoying droid because it was her last connection to her son. And he decides he can go another year relying on gestures and paying more than the parts he’s getting are worth.

But now he only has Luke’s help for one more harvest and he’s not getting any younger - his joints ache more and more with each sandstorm - and he decides it’s time to face his ghosts. He can’t avoid reminders of the past forever. He sends Luke for some droids.

And the boy comes back with C3P0

The droid doesn’t look the same - he’s been treated to some upgrades over the years and some fancy gold plating they couldn’t have afforded to give him - but he gives his designation and it’s not just a similar robotic voice dragging up memories that both haunt Owen and remind him of better times. But it’s him, without a doubt. C-3PO human cyborg relations. Shmi’s most prized possession. Returned back to her home and final resting place, back to the last piece of her son.

To Luke.

And when the stormtroopers break down the door and pour in, he has a moment of pure relief that Luke isn’t home. That this time it won’t be a Skywalker’s body found broken in the desert.

He should have known. An R2 unit had rolled up and interrupted Shmi’s humble funeral and Anakin had swept away to whatever dangers waited for him in the stars. He’d brought the two droids with him and the Lars were left to mourn and heal and carry on under the harsh suns. They looked after themselves and weathered the heat and the sand like everything else that was born, and fated to die, in the desert.

But not Luke. Luke wasn’t born on Tatooine, even though the boy has the desert in his blood. Owen sees the same relief written in Beru’s eyes as he takes her hand. Luke isn’t going to die here.

He has the stars in his blood too.

Owen just hopes the boy will meet a better end than his father. That his story won’t end so soon.

I want more than a commercial!!

tim as a beloved burton character — edgar scissorhands. ✂

Trembling hands from micro prompts

Yule

Trembling

Micro Story Prompt

Kate sat next to her fiancé of five hours at the Mindy family's dinner table. Yule stared absently at the centerpiece, not even reacting to her presence. She laid her hand on his.

"Are you alright? Your hands are trembling," she asked quietly.

Her touch shook him from his thoughts. He looked at her and half-smiled. "Y-Yeah, I'm cool." He straightened his back and sat up in the chair. He interlaced his fingers with hers.

"I- I just thought we would have more time," he said. "I would have liked actually marrying you."

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Micro story #9 (falling), any Timmy character of your choice

You hear a loud thud coming from downstairs. It was the middle of the night and you had realized Yule wasn’t next to you anymore. You quickly get up and rush downstairs to find him on the floor in the kitchen.

“Owww fuck!” Yule groans as you turn on the light and kneel down to help him up.

“Sorry Y/N I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Why are you up?” You ask worriedly.

He groans and whimpers when the light is on.

“Migraine I was trying to get water without the light on so I could avoid it hurting worse.” He says.

You frown and brush his hair out of his face.

“That was a bad idea you scraped your forehead good.”

You grab the cup he dropped when he fell and put it in the sink. Then you grabbed another one from the cabinet and filled it with ice cubes and water. Before handing it to him.

He takes it and eagerly drinks the water. You grab a dish towel and wet it from the sink to wipe the bloody gash on his head. He flinches when the cold fabric touches his skin.

“Ow fuck! Hurts” he hisses.

“I know. But I got to clean this up before I bandage it” you tell him.

Once the gash has been cleaned up. You help Yule back upstairs to the bathroom to get a bandage for the gash.

“How do you feel now?” You ask.

“Like shit I thought the water would help but…”

You frown and rub his back. Then bandage up the gash.

“I’ll get the excedrin migraine yeah?”

He nods and moves to head to bed.

You grab a small cup from under the sink. Before filling it with water and grabbing the medicine and bringing it to Yule who’s curled up in bed. He takes both and takes the medicine and downs the water in one gulp.

“Good that should clear it up.” You say as you plant a kiss on his nose.

He smiles weakly as you gently ruffle his hair before taking the empty cup and putting it on the bedside table. Then you crawl into bed beside him.

He curls against you before falling asleep. You cuddle him until you fall asleep.