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EARFQUAKE

Edward Scissorhands x (Gender-Neutral) Reader

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Chapter 2: EARFQUAKE 

Published: 5th January, 2021

Writer: DoctorEuphoria (ONLY on Tumblr)

Word Count: 1057

AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you haven’t already, please allow the song EARFQUAKE - Tyler, The Creator to be played in the background as you read this chapter.

The Reader’s P.O.V

     The sunlight creeps through the blinds of the windows, lighting the room for a clear view. You groan due to the stinging of the bright sun. Where am I? You raise a brow, steadily sitting up. You rub your head, observing the room: Wood logs were nailed on the windows, some logs were broken and had fallen on to the ground, allowing the sun to enter. Pastel pink curtains were tied down to sides of the windows, they all seemed to have been ripped by some sort of blades. Edward. And at the corners of the room, many cobwebs were built. 

     Your back ached with stinging pain, the outcome made sense since you had slept on the wooden floor last night. You stand firm on both your feet. “Where is he?” You question ever so quietly, ending with a sigh. 

     Footsteps shuffled through the other side of the door, and laughter as well, a woman’s laughter. This had your heart racing, and had you immediately running and hiding behind a piano that was covered in dust and cobwebs. You push your hair strands behind your ears, as you are trying your best to slow your rapid heavy breathing.

     The door creaks as it slowly opens, ripping a few cobwebs through the process. You look underneath the piano to see two pairs of shoes. One pair was black and shiny, Edward, and one pair of pink flats, belonging to an unknown woman.

     “(Y/N)?” His soft voice calls out to you, searching around the room. “(Y/N)? Now that’s one lovely name.” The woman says, her tone was rather soft just like Edward’s. She as well starts to search around for you. Oh, no, NO! This was such a bad idea!  You internally face palm yourself, I should’ve just stayed home… 

     You gulp away the big lump in your throat, and without a second thought, you stand up and leave from your hiding spot. “(Y/N)?” She walks over to you: Her hair is longer than shoulder length, and had the colour of strawberry blonde with a texture that almost mimicked a cloud. She wore a white dress that went far down enough to cover both her knees. She walks over to you with her arms opened, and wraps them lightly around you. After a few seconds you break off the hug kindly.

“I’m Kim-- Kim Boggs.”

“(Y/N).”

“I know, Edward has told me so much about you.”

She smiles, grabbing both your hands.

“You are so beautiful.”

She says with a slight giggle, seeming a bit embarrassed, as her cheeks become a sudden peach colour. 

Your lips form a hint of a smile.

“You are beautiful as well.” 

     She grabs both your hands, and places something between them.

     “This will be my last visit,”

She began, looking at Edward. His face goes from a small smile, to furrowed eyes.

“My family and I will be moving away.” She pauses looking down at your hands wrapped together with hers. She exhales loudly as a tear rolls down her cheek.

“Please, (Y/N). Take well care of him. You have no idea how much he has gone through in the last year. I would do anything to stay in this town longer. But I can’t.”

     She lets go of your hands. You keep your hands in a ball form, making sure the item doesn’t escape your grasp. 

     She walks over to Edward, placing a hand on his cheek. His eyes were becoming slightly red, and also becoming filled with tears. He and her exhale deeply, pressing their foreheads together. “I appreciate the time I had with you.” She says, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugs her back, making sure the blades stay far from her presence.

She then grabs his face, and they both start to kiss.

     This made your chest sting. An unbearable painful sting. Ow, what the actual fuck? You think to yourself, placing the item inside your messenger bag. You place a hand on your chest.

     “Goodbye.” She says, stomping her way out of the room. Not looking back once. “Kim?” Edward questions, his voice slightly cracks, as so does his heart. “Please don’t. You must stay.” She tremors, immediately sprinting down the hall. 

     “KIM!” He shouts, running out of the room and right after her. He constantly shouts her name, each time sounding like he was in greater pain, physical pain. When in reality, he was only feeling internal pain. “KIM! PLEASE!”

     “EDWARD! STOP!” You demand, sprinting as fast as you could. He stops by the front door. His heavy breathing had caused him to shed so much tears. You stand next to him, and watch the view. A blue car she had entered, and it had driven off with her.

“Don’t leave. It’s my fault.” He whimpers. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t!” He shouts angrily, his blades toss against you, cutting the palm of your hand. “Stay away from me!” He demands with a stutter, he walks away from you, and starts running up the stairs.

           “Edward, please-”

     “Don’t speak.” He whimpers. His arms were wrapped around his own legs, and he rocked back and forth. “I miss her.” He buries his face on his own knees. “It hurts.”

     You place your messenger bag by the doorway. You take light steps, and sit right next to him. “Your hand.” He says. You had completely forgotten about it, it was covered in red substance, but luckily it hadn’t gotten on your clothes or your messenger bag. “I’m so sorry.” He exhales with a slight sniff. “Forget about it.” You say.

     You had disinfected the cut with wiping alcohol, and wrapped your hand in gauze. “See? All better.” You assure him, sitting next to him once again. You grab a tissue box, “May I?” You question, he nods. You wipe away the tears from his cheeks. His skin had cuts all over, which made him slightly squirm. “There. Done.” You say, throwing the tissue in the small trash bin beside you. 

     “Sometimes, the universe does the most unexpected things to us. But those unexpected things can be for the best.” You began, his eyes remaining on your hand wrapped in gauze. “Her leaving will be the best for you.” 

     “You don’t understand.” He tremors, storming out of the room with his arms crossed.

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A Poppy and a Tough Cookie

Edward Scissorhands x (Gender-Neutral) Reader

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1: A Poppy and a Tough Cookie

Published: 16th December, 2020

Writer: DoctorEuphoria (Only on Tumblr & Wattpad)

Word Count: 1063

     You sprint down the stairs. Your beige coat flowing through the air as you take each step. Everything felt so unreal to you, it made you hurl from the unappealing feeling.

     You have finally made it to the front door, and attempt to pull the door open, but as predictable as it may seem you failed. Great. You thought, observing the poorly maintained floor for another exit.

     You hear creaking echoing and coming from the stairwell. 

     “Let me leave.” You demand with fearlessness, and instead with eyes that are sharp and a low tone that only made you sound assertive. His eyes widen, seeming to be slightly afraid, you catch on to the gesture.

     You stomp your right foot onto the dark wet wooden floors, making him jump in return. You raise a brow, “Are you afraid?” He nods slightly. His hands, well, scissors were raised up to his chest. Almost mimicking the gesture of a puppy when afraid.

     “I apologize. I thought this structure was left to rust and break down eventually, that was my reasoning as to why I came up here. I must leave.” You end your explanation with a frown on your face. You pull the door once more, and this time it had opened.

     You adjust your black messenger bag and your cap. You pull the door slightly further back to see the view. The town looked like small ants from up here, every home was colourful, and almost mimicked the theme of a circus. And up in the sky, all the constellations were viewable, and equally distributed throughout the dark midnight sky.

     “Stay.” His soft voice demands lightly.

     You look back to see the man now sitting on the stairwell. His arms resting on his thighs, as his blades were dangling loosely. 

     “How can I know you will cause me no harm?” You question.

      “You won’t.” He replies. Now crossing his arms, slightly hiding his face. He seemed rather uncomfortable as you have been glaring at the sharp blades of his. You look back outside.

     The door shuts closed. His face now buried in his arms, he had assumed that you had just walked through the door and left. 

     “I’ll stay,” You notify, his head rises to see you still by the door.

“I will have to let you know that I have practiced self defense for about ten years now, and if anything happens, only I will be walking out of here alive. Understood?”

     He nods in agreement.

     Silence fills the atmosphere as you both walk up the stairs. You were leading the way as if you lived in the home, but obviously you didn’t, and instead you were just following your mind and gut.

     On the other hand, the man seemed to be just as fragile as a poppy. He followed behind your very firm steps, almost as if he saw you much superior than he was.

     This trait slightly made you annoyed, and had your eyes rolling. You look back at him, raising a brow. “Why are you walking behind me?” He stops a meter away from you.

     “Walk next to me instead.”

You demand with an irritated look. You soon release the tension from your arms. If the man wanted to kill me, he would have done so already. You thought, trying your best to comfort yourself. Instead you were doing the complete opposite.

     You both resume walking, except now his tall figure stood next to you.

     You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling the slight breeze come in through the giant hole of the ceiling. This particular floor was gigantic, and was about a football field length and width.

     It just seemed quite ridiculous how the castle seemed a tad bit smaller than how the interior of it was.

     You soon stopped walking, and stood stiffly. Your eyes remain on the floor. And your breathing is slightly louder.

     He soon stops as well, looking back at you with a puzzled look on his face. He starts to walk the distance to you, his steps were slightly stiff and swung his whole body from side to side like a wooden doll. And his blades always stayed near his chest.

 You let out a long sigh. He now stood right in front of you.

     “I apologize for being hard on you. It's just I barely know you.”

You say, your eyes slightly trailing off onto the blades of his once again. You just couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

     “May I?” You question, extending your hand for his in return.

     He takes a step back, and keeps them closer to his chest. His back slightly facing towards you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

     “You won’t.” You assure him.

He struggles at first. But slowly gives in, gently placing his palm on yours, making sure none of the blades make contact with your skin.

     You take this moment as an opportunity to analyze the way the blades open and close, and where the blades may have originated from. You grab a pen and paper, and start writing all of your observations down.

     You place your pen and paper back into your messenger bag, and look up at him.

Third Person POV:

     His smile grew soft as he watched you tuck your hair behind your ears. He just wanted to touch it, knowing it would be soft. But upsetting as it sounds, he couldn’t. His blades were so much of a curse to him. Even though he learned many amazing things with them, it still made him quite misunderstood and quite frankly alone.

     Even after you were done writing your observations, you still kept analyzing the blades from every angle. 

     It made him happy but also quite worried. Happy because you were amused and rather interested in something bizarre. And worried because of the exact reason.

     He tried his best to keep his eyes off of you, but he just couldn’t. You were somewhat of a magnet, not only to his eyes, but also to his whole being.

     “Edward.” He interrupts the silence with a soothing tone.

     “Your name is Edward?” You question. He nods his head with a subtle smile.

     You become stiff, trying your best to not space out.

     “I’m (Y/N).” You say, placing a hand on your chest.

     “(Y/N).” He echoes, slightly stuttering once your eyes were on him.

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MASTERLIST

Updated: 5th January, 2021

Chapters

Edward Scissorhands x (Gender-Neutral) Reader

The Prologue: Escapism

Chapter 1: A Poppy and a Tough Cookie

Chapter 2: EARFQUAKE 

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The Prologue: Escapism

Edward Scissorhands x (Gender-Neutral) Reader

MASTERLIST

Published: 15th December, 2020

Writer: DoctorEuphoria

(Only on Tumblr & Wattpad)

Word Count: 1010

Fuck this. Internally you tell yourself.

This town has too many single minded people who enjoy gossip. They crave for conflict as if it were a drama club.

It was twelve in the night, middle of November. The sky portrayed a series of visibly beautiful constellations of stars. And the wind blew harder than ever with a chilling feel to it. It never snows here, just as upsetting as it sounds, but it pours rain.

You were walking through the silence of the neighbourhood. Everybody’s lights were shut off, and all were soundly asleep. Except you of course.

Your mother would nickname you The Owl. And to be honest, you always thought rest is only for the weak. Creativity would always arrive at your doorstep during the late hours of the night. But tonight was surely different.

Your mother was on a business trip, and wouldn’t return home until the new year. You fondly miss her company whenever she would be gone for a whole month. It was upsetting how you didn’t have family or friends you could trust with your mind and heart. Instead you lived in a neighborhood of back-stabbers, liars, and hypocrites.

No more overthinking. Not everybody is evil in this town. You attempt to comfort yourself.

Maybe exiting this town off into the nearby mountains may help cleanse away the negativity.

You glare at the puddle on the road that reflects your appearance. You wore loose black sweatpants, white shoes, a dark blue sweater with a beige jacket on top and a cap on your head that was also black. I look like a mess. You scoff. Adjusting your messenger bag.

You look up, immediately realizing the dirt on the ground that was once a clean road.

Your eyes trail off far up into the tall hill, only to be met by a dark castle high up. It’s windows were bright, almost as if someone were still awake. Why hasn’t anybody taken a look at this place?

You quickly observe your surroundings, making sure nobody was around or anything bizarre was as well. You take firm steps up the wet dirt, realizing your shoes were becoming dirty, which made you immediately regret your decision.

Too late to retreat now. You look down at the town, now getting an almost clear view of every home’s roof tops.

The sigh of relief exits between your lips, now feeling the gate at the palm of your hand.

You push the gate open, and luckily no unpleasant sound was made during the process. Once you stepped through, it was dark and already gave out a threatening feeling to the environment.

You look back at your journey to here, and see that the gate had shut automatically on it’s own.

Why do I do this to myself? You facepalm yourself, letting out an irritated sigh. I must proceed.

Opening your messenger bag, you take out a brand new can of Pringles and your camera.

As you proceed further, the moonlight now lid the environment clearly around you. You could even see your own shadow on the dirt.

You look around, feeling yourself become impressed by the beautiful bushes; some were animals such as bunnies, dinosaurs, and others were humans. It felt as if you were in an alternate universe.

“Hello?” You stood at the front door, knocking lightly. You munched on a few chips, waiting for an answer. Nothing. You close the can of chips and place them back into your messenger bag, now only holding your camera. Before you could knock again, the door opens slightly creaking.

“I’m allowing myself in.” You notify. Many in the town say that this home was long abandoned, which explained the poor maintenance. Others say it may be haunted, but you were ready, and you knew what you were doing was after all risky.

You snap a few photos of the old metallic machines. They all have seemed to have catched dust, and cobwebs as well. Strange mechanical pieces laid around all over the floor, scattered freely.

Soon enough, you start to make your way up the stairs. The warm light source was soon gone, and instead the moonlight crept through the giant hole on the ceiling. It made your eyes widen at how gigantic the hole was, although it had a nice view of the stars.

You snatch a blanket out of your messenger bag, and place it flatly on the dark wooden floor.

You sat in a criss cross, all the while taking multiple objects out from your bag.

Finding your WALKMAN, you place them over your head and adjust them till’ they were comfortable enough. You press play and hear some soothing songs to calm you.

You lie on your back, now looking up at the sky, you smile. Finally comfort you felt.

Everything has been stressful these past weeks for you. Your mother and you have been moving from places to places every month. Until now, she settled upon her favourite place, which was this two faced town.

Your mother is one naive woman, and believes that everybody here is sweet, kind, and true.

While you on the other hand, could already tell others here were inauthentic and absolutely immature. But again, maybe you were truly over analyzing it a tad bit much.

You snatch the headphones from your head, deciding silence was better for now.

CLIP–CLIP

You stood up, hearing a strange sound.

“Hello?”

You look around, now standing on both your feet. You start to pack everything inconsistently due to the panic of what may happen next if you stay too long.

“Don’t leave.”

The soft voice pleases, sounding like a young man.

He doesn’t sound threatening. You keep your eyes downcasted, swinging the bag over your back. “Come into the light.” You demand, trying your best to sound somewhat approachable. You held your camera firmly in your hand.

You gasped, fully afraid of him.

SNAP!

Your camera flashes brightly at the man, making him consistently bat his eyes from discomfort.

“Oh shit.”

Speechless you were.

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