Pairing: Edgar Scissorhands (Timothée Chalamet) x Female reader
Summary: (look friends, I don't even know ok I got an idea and I'm running with it so... without further ado I'm giving you this FREE of charge) In which Edgar Scissorhands (college aged son of Kim and Edward bc I said so) has gotten himself a crush. I was inspired by that commercial from like two years ago.
Length: not too bad; kinda short before we get to the meat of the story
Warnings: eventual friends to lovers, nothing risqué, some strong language.
P.S. I imagine he listens to Artic Monkey's (in general but "Love is a Laserquest" album & acoustic version for sure)
Chapter I
Now I Can't Think of There Without Thinking of You
Edgar Scissorhands envied those with actual bone-in appendages. Not for the reason you would think plausible, let's face it, his were made of metal and jagged shapes; no flesh until the wrist. He was jealous because you could twist and bend them, gnaw on the nailbeds and cuticles when you got nervous or times got tough. If he did that he'd cut up his mouth like a piss poor homage to the late and ever great Heath Ledger. Instead, anxious chewing was lost on him. A shitty replacement was his twitching blades.
He drowned out the sound, custom to his ears but he did feel them open and cut a little faster when you'd walk into class. Always five minutes late. He noticed that right away. It was funny this class, Linguistics. Edgar wasn't known for big conversations, long winded explanations about things he found absolutely fascinating and yet here he was, learning.
Professor Deetz, ruddy faced and of course in one of his wool sweaters gave him quite the look when he gingerly placed book at his desk. Eyeing him and quite possibly picturing the pages torn and ripped to shreds by his hands, a pricy investment lost on a college boy with curly hair sheepish smile.
Edgar was always careful with things, he'd poked his way through plenty of things over the years, he knew to be tender with even the thickest of volumes. He enjoyed books, they were stationary and calm, not the jittering and explosive surrounding that colleges, community or state.
His hazel eyes shot over to you on the opposite side of the rounded classroom, you dropped your keys down the tiled steps. They slipped and rolled, clanged and gathered speed causing Professor Deetz to stop mid sentence, mouth agape and watched them come to a final tumble at his feet. You yelped out a sorry and took off after them. Edgar bit back a smile as you apologized again and again as you ran back up to your seat.
His other classes were just as interesting; Law. International Relations. Theatre Arts. But... the class he shared with you was far more exciting. For the simple fact that you were there. No, you weren't some boisterous sorority recruiter or a cheer captain, you didn't play sports but you went to all the games. Face paints and school sprit, college colors striped overalls or hand painted jackets. You radiated something he hadn't experienced yet and the glass ceiling of his feelings, the stained corners were beginning to show color.
"Hi!"
Edgar jumped at his spot on the bus stop bench when you sat down extremely close. Your knees were touching. And you were smiling and smelled incredible.
"Oh uh, hi." He mumbled, wary of your intentional (maybe, unintentional... he didn't really decipher) eye contact.
"I didn't scare you did I?"
"A little."
"Sorry about that," you apologized, touching his arm (she's touching me she'stouchingmeshe'stouching--) for a second. "I don't have a sense of timing."
"Is that why you're always late on Tuesdays?" Edgar could've poked himself in the leg for that. He didn't mean it, it just sort of crawled out and sat on his lap.
You laughed. "You noticed, huh? I'm kind of scatterbrained sometimes. I mean I set several alarms and I don't think I've ever been exactly on time for anything," you shrugged, a gust of middle of the road, neither cold or hot breeze wafted your perfume or lotion or whatever it was that clung to you filled his tank a little bit more. "My mom says I'll probably be late for my own funeral. And she's probably right!"
Edgar smiled and nodded. His usual M.O. He wasn't good with small talk. Or big talk. Any kind of one on one interaction was a bit of an Olympic sport.
"Did you read through the rest of the curriculum yet?"
"Not yet."
"There's a two person project for the final," instant panic settled into his marrow. "You wanna' be partners?"
"You wanna' be my partner?" Edgar had never been picked first for anything team related. He was paired with Victor in the fifth grade for a piñata making project though, his name being called first. He supposed that might count.
"Yeah why not? You're a decent guy, right Edgar? And not to sound gossipy but," you moved closer and the tiny little hairs on the back of his neck tickled when you spoke. "Some of the others are kinda' on the clique-y side."
You wiggled your eyebrows and that made his scalp tingle. He agreed.
"Great! So do you need a ride, partner?"
"Where?"
"Where are you going?"
"Oh. Um I work after class. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays."
"Oh yeah? Where at?" You asked. Genuinely asked and he was getting used to looking at you this close up.
"Um the uh Chop, Chop, Go. It's in Jingle Bell Square in Christmas Town."
"I've never been there."
"Oh you should!" Edgar stopped himself, a smile of his own stretching across his face. He hid his mouth out of instinct, shaking a little when you unprovoked and casually grabbed the blades of what would be his last two fingers.
"Then I will. But don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Don't hide your excitement about something. If you like it, you like it. And you have a nice smile." You added, bumping shoulders before standing. He didn't even realize you had a skateboard until the wheels clacked against the cement.
"See ya' around Edgar," you pushed off, steadying yourself before you expertly called back over your shoulder. "Have a good day at work!”
Edgar leaned foreword on the bench watching you skate away, making it across the street before the light changed. He smiled to himself. He was dumbfounded because you’d just asked him if he needed a ride, as in you had a car not a skateboard. He fondly looked down at the bench, only seconds had passed but he already was beginning to miss your company. He put his hand there as if he could feel your heat.
As the bus pulled up, he scanned his bus pass on his hip to the driver and sat down. He watched the bench disappear out of view.
At least he wouldn't have to relive his first day anymore, the way the STOP pully to get off transit snapped under his scissors had the passengers ducking and diving out of the way. The driver was not happy about that.
And just his luck, that same driver was the one to pick him that evening too when his mom had been too late to pick him up. Another one of her meetings gone on too long after his shift had ended.
He didn't mind it then and he didn't mind it now.
He had something to look forward to.
He had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to think of anything other you at the stop now and the foreseeable future.
Edgar did in fact have a good day. He managed not to get yelled at again for constructing a towering salad instead of a plain bowl filling one. It was simple work with his blades, he could get customers in and out at lightning speed. Though the clean up was quite the hassle. You know; scissors for hands and all. Wooden handles weren't the best option.
"You seem in a chipper mood then when you left this morning." His mother Kim announced, tired but still on her feet with a bright smile. Always.
"Good day, I guess."
"You guess?" she laughed, holding up the door open for him and securing his seatbelt before running around the front and getting back into her seat. "Honey you're practically glowing!"
"Like I said," Edgar shrugged with a smirk. "I had a good day."
“Well whatever it is hon, I’m glad it happened to you.” She said after giving his shoulder a tender squeeze then pulled out of the parking lot.
There was a car commercial sequel to the movie Edward Scissorhands about his supposed son and I started speculating a lot of questions, and then someone told me to not think about it. Fuck that, I'm going to have all the thoughts about it! There's so many questions to be had.
Are his scissor hands biological or surgical?
What is life like for a person who grew up in society with scissor hands instead of secluded in a castle?
Me: did I come up with a whole ass fic from a car commercial?? I don't know. Maybe. Am I unhinged for this man @ the moment? Could be. Are we having fun? Absolutely.
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❥ my favorites
movies/books/tv shows:
steel magnolias, 10 things i hate about you, the corpse bride, marvel cinematic universe, mean girls, pirates of the caribbean, puss in boots: the last wish, the princess bride, monster high, tangled, edward scissorhands, easy a, colette, ella enchanted, the princess and the frog, barbie movies, beetlejuice, coraline, summerland, ever after high, six of crows, the school for good and evil, the hunger games, harry potter, if we were villains, edgar allan poe, the lunar chronicles, miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children, dc comics, shatter me, the folk of the air, lore, the arc of a scythe, percy jackson, new girl, avatar: the last airbender, a series of unfortunate events, winnie the pooh, teen titans, the amazing world of gumball, the good place, brooklyn nine-nine, community, newsies, yellowjackets
artists:
marina, lana del rey, lorde, børns, mother mother, poppy, studio killers, twenty one pilots, wallows, hozier, aurora, florence + the machine, phoebe bridgers, arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, conan gray, harry styles, taylor swift, the smiths, zella day, declan mckenna, my chemical romance, fin, flower face, cults, melanie martinez, boys world, clairo, bad suns
things to do:
write, sing, read, listen to music, go on picnics, watch tv, swim, take walks, spend time with people, talk
❥ my comfort characters
patrick verona, peter parker, briar beauty, dexter charming, kitty cheshire, madeline hatter, lizzie hearts, darling charming, daring charming, jesper fahey, nina zenik, anadil of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, peeta mellark, johanna mason, finnick odair, harry potter, george weasley, cedric diggory, mary macdonald, lily evans, pandora lovegood, luna lovegood, sirius black, regulus black, remus lupin, james potter, meredith dardenne, millard nullings, hugh apiston, emma bloom, tim drake, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, bart allen, jason todd, harley quinn, poison ivy, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, cardan greenbriar, percy jackson, leo valdez, hazel levesque, jessica day, zuko, klaus baudelaire, violet baudelaire, sunny baudelaire, the hook-handed man, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire, winnie the pooh, robin, starfire, beast boy, chidi anagonye, troy barnes, abed nadir, jack kelly, nat scatorccio, jackie taylor, lottie matthews
From one of your previous anons: "He also said last year that he promised himself he wouldn’t cash in and do ads or similar things. Do you have any idea?"
Not entirely correct, in my opinion. He said “When [success] came my way, I felt very particular that I didn’t want people and I really didn’t want to see myself cashing in”. I believe he meant he wanted to establish himself as a serious actor first, show PEOPLE that it wasn't about becoming famous and rich but about ACTING first. He has more than done that now, he can do a couple of ads, especially if they have an artistic side. Both the Edgar Scissorhands and the Apple ads feel like very short movies, they're not just him saying "buy this". Infact, his acting chops were even praised and there were a couple of articles talking about how he should do more comedies. Also, I think these ads are a very quick and easy way for him to make some money (the Edgar ad paid him 5M) and then go back to doing the more artsy movies he loves but that often pay less (like Bones and All), without having to tie himself to stuff like superhero movies (some actors have mentioned how that's why they do Marvel and DC).
Also, I think these ads are a very quick and easy way for him to make some money (the Edgar ad paid him 5M) and then go back to doing the more artsy movies he loves but that often pay less (like Bones and All), without having to tie himself to stuff like superhero movies (some actors have mentioned how that's why they do Marvel and DC).