⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️: References to horror movies and jump scares, discussion of fear/isolation, physical affection, and F/F content.
Ship: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair
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The flickering glow of Enid’s laptop cast shifting shadows across the walls of their dorm room at Nevermore. Horror movie night had been entirely her idea.
According to Enid, it was a “critical roommate bonding experience” that required strawberry popcorn, three fuzzy blankets, and a movie with enough jump scares to make someone spill their drink.
Wednesday had objected to every part of it.
Yet somehow she still found herself sitting on Enid’s bed while Blood Moon Rising played across the screen.
“Come on, Willa,” Enid said, curling up beside her. “Everyone online says this movie is amazing. You like creepy stuff.”
“I like quality,” Wednesday corrected. “The two are rarely synonymous.”
Enid rolled her eyes. “Just watch.”
The movie opened with a foggy forest and a group of painfully oblivious teenagers.
Within minutes, Wednesday had accurately predicted which characters would die first and why. Enid, meanwhile, had spent most of the opening scenes confidently declaring that nothing in the movie would scare her.
Then something burst out of the darkness.
Wednesday turned toward her with a slow blink.
“I haven’t said anything.”
Another jump scare arrived less than five minutes later. Enid flinched so hard her shoulder slammed into Wednesday’s. The movement earned a sigh of disappointment.
“The music practically announced it was coming.”
“Not everyone spends their free time studying murder documentaries.”
“No,” Wednesday agreed. “Some people voluntarily watch this.”
Enid stuck her tongue out at her before turning back to the screen.
The silence lasted until the next scare.
This time Enid grabbed Wednesday’s sleeve.
Wednesday looked down at the hand clutching her sweater.
Enid followed her gaze and immediately froze.
After a few seconds, Wednesday returned her attention to the movie as though nothing had happened. The corners of her lips twitched upward.
Enid muttered something under her breath but didn’t let go.
The movie continued. Somewhere between the creepy abandoned cabin and the third victim, Enid had somehow migrated close enough that their shoulders were pressed together beneath a shared blanket. Wednesday noticed. She simply chose not to comment.
A tense scene unfolded on screen. The main character wandered through a dark hallway alone, flashlight shaking in her hand.
Beside her, Enid spoke quietly.
“Can I tell you something?”
“You usually do regardless.”
Wednesday glanced over. “Fine.”
Enid kept her eyes on the laptop. “The monsters don’t actually scare me.”
“It’s the being alone part.”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow.
“The idea that something bad happens and nobody’s there.” Enid shrugged. “I know it sounds stupid.”
“But it’s understandable.”
The words were quiet enough that Enid almost missed them.
She turned toward Wednesday. “Wait, really?”
Wednesday stared at the screen.
“Most fears stem from isolation. Humans are social creatures. It’s one of your more predictable flaws.”
Enid smiled despite herself.
“You always make nice things sound like insults.”
The grin never left Enid’s face. For a while, neither of them spoke. The movie kept playing, but Enid found herself paying less attention to the screen and more attention to the steady warmth beside her.
Eventually, another creature appeared.
Enid startled and instinctively moved closer.
This time, Wednesday’s arm settled around her shoulders before either of them acknowledged it.
The gesture was awkward at first, stiff and uncertain. Wednesday Addams was not known for offering comfort. Yet she didn’t pull away.
Wednesday refused to look at her.
“If you’re going to continue screaming,” she muttered, “I’d prefer to contain the damage.”
A laugh escaped Enid before she could stop it.
“Do not make this a thing.”
“It is absolutely a thing.”
Wednesday sighed, already regretting everything.
Still, her arm remained exactly where it was.
The movie ended sometime later, its final scene fading into rolling credits neither of them had paid much attention to. The room settled into a comfortable silence illuminated only by the laptop screen.
Enid rested her head against Wednesday’s shoulder.
And somehow, that made the moment feel even more important.
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