#edward scissorhands

[ya-prosto-super]

I haven't posted this here so now is the time to do it🎃✌🏻

[lovewitchdoll]

Darling, only you are the life among the dead

[starsweater]

[vbused]

She is me, and I am her.

[morticianpoetry]

[carricfisher]

Winona Ryder in Edward Scissorhands | 1990

[h-yalexaaaa]

gotta love the nerdy weird awkward but confident at times men that are so attractive for no reason

[seasonofhorror]

EDWARD SCISSORHANDS

1990, dir. Tim Burton

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

[teadrawstuff]

Saw Lisa Frankenstein the other night

[ultramoderngurl]

happy winona ryder season to those who celebrate it

[bringiton]

🎄 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS → DAY FIVE 🎄 EDWARD SCISSORHANDS (1990), dir. Tim Burton "I'm not finished."

[chappelroan]

Winona Ryder as Kim in Edward Scissorhands (1990)

[cece693]

hi! i need more edward scissorhands x m/n!!! I don't have much in mind, just edward and m/n being cute... kisses... maybe how edward would react to making out (???) he's pretty shy 🥱

Kisses (Edward Scissorhands x GN! Reader)

tags: shy Edward, no smut, just two people being in love

It was a soft, warm afternoon, with the sun bathing the garden in a golden glow. You watched from the kitchen window as Edward worked outside, carefully trimming the hedges into delicate, whimsical shapes. His scissor hands moved with precision, transforming the greenery into something magical.

But what captivated you most wasn't his talent—it was him. The way his dark hair caught the light, the way his focus made him oblivious to the world around him, the soft, almost shy curve of his lips when he stepped back to admire his work. You had always admired his gentle nature, but today, something about him drew you in even more. It was like the warmth of the day made it impossible to resist.

Before you could even think twice, you found yourself walking toward him, your heart pounding harder with each step. Edward didn’t hear you approach at first, too engrossed in the final touches of a butterfly-shaped hedge. You stopped just behind him, biting your lip, watching as his hands moved delicately—so dangerous, yet so gentle.

"Edward…" you called softly, and he turned, startled. His eyes widened at your sudden closeness, his scissorhands dropping to his sides in an instant.

"Oh, hi." he mumbled, his face flushing with that familiar nervousness that always made your heart melt. He looked down at his feet, unsure of what to do next, as if he was always afraid of being too close.

You took a small step toward him. "I couldn’t help myself." you admitted with a shy smile, your voice barely above a whisper. Edward blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Help yourself?"

You didn’t give him the chance to question it further. Before he could move or shy away, you closed the distance between you two, cupping his face in your hands. His eyes widened, and you could see his body tense. But you leaned in, brushing your lips against his so softly, as if testing the waters.

Edward froze, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, you feared you might have scared him, but when you pulled back to gauge his reaction, his eyes fluttered open, filled with wonder and hesitation.

"I…I don’t want to hurt you," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion, his gaze dropping to his hands. He lifted them slightly, as if to remind himself of the sharpness that always kept him from fully being with you.

"You won’t," you reassured him, brushing your thumb gently along his cheek. "I know you won’t."

Edward swallowed, and you could see the nervousness in his eyes as he allowed himself to lean into you just a little. His lips parted, shaky breaths mingling with yours as you kissed him again, deeper this time. His lips were so soft, trembling under yours, but slowly, ever so carefully, he began to respond.

You could feel the tension in him—he wanted so badly to touch you, but his hands stayed rigid at his sides, his body trembling as he focused all his attention on the kiss. His vulnerability, his sweetness, made your heart swell.

You pulled away for a moment, just enough to look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide and dazed.

"Was that okay?" he whispered, as if that kiss wasn't perfect. You nodded, hoping your eyes would convey what you couldn't say, in fear of disrupting this magical moment. Edward’s lips curled into a shy smile, and though he was still stiff with uncertainty, you could feel him relax slightly. His eyes never left yours, and in that moment, the world around you—the garden, the sunshine, the sculptures—faded into the background. It was just the two of you, standing there, sharing a moment so pure and fragile, it felt like a dream.

[okahairomi]

Perpetua Scissorhands

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Edward Scissorhands