Your gateway to endless inspiration
I will not follow a schedule but I will have dates that I will try to have one out before or on. okay?
James and Marlene are variants of Steve and Robin from stranger things.
I don't make the rules
I have a fic idea but it is based purely on vibes and a single image in my head.
The Rose And Her Thorn
Next part!
Word Count: 1050
Part 5.
Esmeria wasn't meant to be at the Weathervane Cafe. But she was bored, so anything Principal Weems said had zero effect on her brain. She sat in a little booth with her hot chocolate, one away from the door, in her attempt to people-watch.
It was getting boring, but then she saw something in the corner of her eye. Wednesday Addams sliding down the water pipe outside Dr Kinbott's office. She glanced at the car containing Larissa Weems, and quickly walked across the road. Esmeria watched Wednesday bump into a man carrying a crate full of apples.
The apples fell everywhere, and Wednesday's head flew back so fast it was almost at a right angle. The man started collecting the apples and Wednesday's head snapped back forward. Esmeria could see the man say something to Wednesday, who stared at the man for a second before rushing towards the Weathervane.
Esmeria moved over to her friend Tyler, who was fixing the coffee machine. "Still working on that?"
He sighed. "It really doesn't wanna work with me today."
She laughed, moving behind the counter, still clutching her cup. The machine suddenly let out a large gust of steam, making Esmeria jump. Tyler jumped as well, but it was at the fact that Wednesday had appeared in front of him. "Holy crap! Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"
"It's more of a hobby."
Esmeria looked up and smiled. "Hey Wednesday!"
Wednesday nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello Esmè."
Esmeria tried not to blush at the nickname as the other two began speaking again.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You go to Nevermore. Didn't realize they changed the uniform."
Esmeria shook her head. "They didn't."
Tyler glanced between the two girls in confusion as Wednesday spoke. "I need a quad over ice. It's an emergency."
She sighed as Tyler opened his mouth. "It's four shots of espresso."
He blinked. "Yeah, I-I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip."
Wednesday tilted her head, confused. "But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning."
The three teens glanced over at a man who had been pouring himself a cup until, upon hearing Wednesday's statement, looked down sadly and walked away. Esmeria chuckled. "Well, I don't work here, so I'm gonna go sit back down."
She walked out from behind the counter, smiling at Wednesday as she did so. She sat back down at her previous booth, opening Twitter.
❀⁂❀⁂❀
Mira⚰️
@dead_inside
Guys, drip is for people hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning💀
9 Rᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛs 2 Qᴜᴏᴛᴇ Tᴡᴇᴇᴛs 43 Lɪᴋᴇs
Enid🐺 @enid_the_vlogger
Replying to @dead_inside
What did you do this time?
|
|
Mira⚰️ @dead_inside
Replying to @enid_the_vlogger
Literally nothing! Why do you always think it's me?????
|
|
Enid🐺 @enid_the_vlogger
Replying to @dead_inside
Because it usually is lol🤣🤣
❀⁂❀⁂❀
Esmeria looked up from her phone to see Wednesday sitting down across from her. "What'd Tyler want?"
Wednesday looked down and back up. "I need a ride to the train station so I can get out of here. Tyler's willing to drive me, but not until his shift is over."
Esmeria opened her mouth in an 'o' shape, remembering that Wednesday had said something about 'escaping' a few times. "Can I come with you? Just until the station. If I went with you, my parents would probably find me anyway."
Wednesday thought for a second and nodded. "Ok."
Esmeria smiled and looked back at her phone, trying to get Enid canceled on Twitter. She came out of her trance upon hearing voices that she really didn't want to hear.
"What're two Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?"
"This is our booth."
Esmeria rolled her eyes. "I don't see your names on it."
Wednesday almost smiled at Esmeria's comment, until something else registered in her mind. She looked the boys up and down. "Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?"
"We're pilgrims."
Wednesday tilted her head. "Potato, po-tah-to."
One of the boys stepped forward, sliding a flyer across the table to Wednesday. "We work at Pilgrim World."
Wednesday glanced at the flyer for a few seconds, then looked back up. "It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide."
Lucas -the leader of the posse- scowled. "My dad owns Pilgrim World. Who're you calling stupid."
Esmeria groaned. "No one even cares, Lucas! Literally just shut up, and leave us alone."
Lucas's scowl deepened as Tyler walked over and started speaking. "Guys, back off."
Lucas turned to Tyler. "Stay out of this, Galpin."
Wednesday stood up. "Yes, stay out of this."
Lucas moved closer to Wednesday. "So tell me, freak, you ever been with a normie?"
Esmeria's eyes blazed with anger and she immediately moved to get up, stopping only when Wednesday looked at her with an 'I can do this' look on her face. Esmeria sighed resentfully, sitting back down. Wednesday looked at her for a second more before responding to Lucas. "I've never found one that could handle me."
There was a pause. Then Wednesday leaned towards the boys. "Boo."
"Hey!" Lucas called angrily, lunging at Wednesday. She took them all down easily, except for one, who moved to Esmeria as she sipped her hot chocolate. Mid-sip, Esmeria held her hand out, palm facing the boy. He stood still in confusion for a second until a Venus Flytrap shot out from the middle of her hand. It's mouth snapped shut in front of his face, teeth scraping some skin off his nose.
He fell backwards, crying like a baby. Esmeria laughed as Tyler turned to Wednesday. "So, where'd you learn those kung fu moves?"
Wednesday looked at Tyler. "My uncle taught me. He spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery."
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Was he a monk?"
Wednesday slightly shook her head. "Prisoner."
Esmeria walked forward to join them until she saw the sheriff walking towards the shop. Her eyes widened and she turned to the other teens. "I have to go! Remember-"
Tyler cut her off. "-Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold?"
Esmeria nodded and rushed under a table, melting into the shadows.
A question for the people:
The Rose And Her Thorn
I love this bit so much!
Word Count: 1012
Part 3.
Esmeria was leaning against a wall, the sound of swords clashing filling the air around her. She looked over to the door as it opened, revealing a short girl dressed in an entirely black fencing outfit.
Wednesday Addams.
Esmeria's eyes followed Wednesday across the room before flicking to where Bianca and Rowan had been dueling as a thud sounded, signaling Rowan falling over and Bianca winning once again.
Rowan immediately started trying to defend himself. "Coach, coach, she tripped me!"
Coach Vlad shook his head. "It was a clean strike, Rowan."
Bianca pulled her helmet off. "Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck."
Esmeria tilted her head. For all intents and purposes, that was actually quite true. Bianca wasn't done though. "Seriously coach, when am I gonna get some real competition? Anyone else wanna challenge me?"
Esmeria opened her mouth, knowing that she could easily beat the siren if she wanted to, but Wednesday got there first, speaking as she stepped foward. "I do."
Bianca smiled the fakest smile Esmeria had ever seen. "Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in."
Wednesday retaliated immediately. "And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead."
There was a muffled 'ooh' from the surrounding fencers, and Esmeria's lips quirked in amusement.
Bianca stepped foward lightly. "Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy."
Wednesday sighed imperceptibly, speaking harshly. "Are we doing this or not?"
So they did. Three out of three. By the end of the first two matches, both girls had a single point. Esmeria turned her head to the coach as he spoke. "The score is even."
Wednesday and Bianca pulled off their masks, the latter with a grin upon her lips. "That first point was clearly beginners luck. Let's finish this."
Wednesday moved towards Coach Vlad. "For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge. No masks. No tips."
The surrounding fencers 'ooh'ed again as Wednesday finished speaking. "Winner draws first blood."
Esmeria kicked herself off the wall, walking foward to stand next to the coach. "This should be interesting."
Wednesday glanced over, having only just noticed the brunette. She sure was quiet. Bianca glared at Esmeria. "Shut it, death breath."
The coach brushed them both off. "It's your decision, Bianca."
Bianca opened and closed her mouth, and Wednesday tilted her head. Was Bianca... scared?
Apparently not, for the siren regained her composure and spoke with so much sass that one would think her name was Percy Jackson. "Let's see if you bleed in black and white."
Bianca threw her mask to the side, and the two immediately lunged at each other, ducking and twirling across the room. Bianca lunged at Wednesday, and the girl sprung into a cartwheel. If Esmeria wasn't drooling before, she was now. Their blades clashed for a few more seconds before Bianca swung her sword, slicing Wednesday's skin just above her left eyebrow.
Esmeria audibly gasped. Wednesday's finger lightly wiped the cut, in disbelief at the sight of the blood on her finger. Bianca smiled sarcasticly. "Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."
Esmeria walked over. "Shove off, Bianca." She lightly grabbed Wednesday's arm, leading her out of the room, letting go of the slightly taller girl's arm as the door shut behind them. "Are you ok? Wait, that's a dumb question. How are you feeling?"
Wednesday stared blankly at Esmeria. Why was this girl being so nice to her? Wednesday wasn't complaining, but the two had barely spoken. "I feel... off."
Esmeria raised an eyebrow. "In a good way or a bad way?"
Wednesday shrugged slowly. "I don't know."
Esmeria thought for a second before she spoke. "Well, let's get you to the nurse's office and get that cut cleaned up, ok?"
Wednesday frowned. "I don't want someone I've never met touching my head."
Esmeria nodded. "I suppose that is a bit weird. How about I do it? Would that be ok?"
Wednesday paused. She'd never had anyone like Esmeria care for her before. Wednesday liked it. Anytime Esmeria said something, it felt like there were spiders crawling in her stomach. "I suppose that would be acceptable."
Esmeria grabbed Wednesday's hand, walking towards the nurse's office. Wednesday was glad that Esmeria in front, so the brunette couldn't see the blush that was spreading across her face. What was wrong with her?
Esmeria pushed open the door to the nurse's office, leading Wednesday over to one of the beds that was in the room, waving off the nurses who tried to take Wednesday away from her.
One nurse made the mistake of taking hold of the black-clad girls arm. Esmeria stepped foward, glaring at the nurse. "Let go of her."
The nurse scoffed. "I am in charge here, young lady. I say what goes."
Esmeria stepped in front of Wednesday, staring into the nurse's eyes. "I said. Let. Go."
The nurse gasped lightly, stepping back at the sight of literal black flames burning in the brunette's eyes. An ember leapt out and burned her arm, making her gasp again and scurry away.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "What did you do Esmè?"
Esmeria blushed at the use of the nickname and shrugged. "Just a little party trick my dad taught me. Now sit still."
Wednesday did so. Esmeria brought a wet cloth up to the cut, dabbing it so as to remove the blood. She placed it down and picked up a band-aid, turning back to Wednesday and gulping at their close proximity.
She reached out to hold the side of Wednesday's head in place. "Is that ok?" She breathed.
Wednesday nodded, her heartbeat stalling for a second as Esmeria's soft fingers held her cheek, lightly pressing the band-aid onto her forehead.
The moment was shattered as Rowan's voice broke out behind Wednesday. "You're Wednesday, right?"
Wednesday slowly turned her attention from Esmeria to Rowan, and the brunette quietly left the room, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.