3rd Person POV:
Wendy gasped awake, sitting abruptly in her bed. She blinked multiple times as she gathered her bearings, slowly calming down as she remembered she was safe inside her room in her house. She let out a sigh, her hands going up to rub her face. It was only two in the morning..and she needed something sweet to eat.
Wendy pushed the blankets off her legs and got out of bed, leaving her room to tiptoe downstairs and go to the kitchen. She rummaged around in the dark, finding a spoon and grabbing the pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer. She sat at the table, eating the ice cream straight out of the container in the dark.
Wendy barely reacted when the kitchen lights suddenly turned on, Steve standing in the doorway with a scrunched face from the light.
"Hi.." Wendy mumbled, waving at him with her spoon.
"Another nightmare?" Steve asked. Wendy nodded, making Steve sigh. "Me too."
Steve walked to the silverware drawer and took out another spoon. He sat down in the chair next to her and Wendy wordlessly slid the pint of ice cream towards him.
"Was it the same one as the others?" Steve asked while taking a spoonful of ice cream.
"Almost, this one had a different ending.." Wendy muttered, looking at the table as her bottom lip wobbled at the memory of her nightmare. "You died in this one.."
Steve placed a hand on her back, rubbing his hand up and down to try and give her comfort.
"I'm still here," Steve whispered.
"I know," Wendy said, leaning to rest her head on his shoulder. "It just felt so real."
Wendy put another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.
"What was yours?" Wendy asked.
"Same one that always happens," Steve shrugged lightly. The one where Wendy dies in his arms in the cold Russian torture room.
"You never told me what your nightmares were," Wendy pointed out, looking up at him with furrowed brows.
"You don't need to worry about me," Steve shook his head lightly.
"I always worry," Wendy argued. "I worry about the smallest things which turn into a big thing and–"
"I get it," Steve chuckled. He looked at the clock on the wall and then sighed. "We should head to bed."
"If you say so," Wendy mumbled.
Steve put the ice cream back in the freezer while Wendy put the spoons in the sink. The two of them went upstairs and Steve ruffled Wendy's hair as they parted ways to their rooms.
As Steve got comfortable in his bed, his door opened and Wendy walked in, her pillow tucked under her arm.
"Move over," Wendy pulled back his blankets.
"So demanding when you're tired," Steve muttered teasingly as he made room for Wendy.
Wendy plopped her pillow on the bed and crawled in under the blankets, sighing in content as she got comfortable.
"Want the record player on?" Steve asked.
Wendy shook her head tiredly, her eyes already feeling heavy.
"Night, Stevie," Wendy mumbled.
"Night," Steve muttered.
"If you start snoring, I might smother you," Wendy mumbled.
Steve let out an exaggerated snore, making Wendy groan and shove his shoulder.
"Shut up," Wendy whined, making Steve chuckle.
"Alright, alright," Steve settled down. "Just don't kick me in your sleep."
"No promises," Wendy sighed.
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Life of Wendy
FanfictionMeet Wendy. Wendy Darling Harrington. Yes, she was named after the cartoon. You may know her from my first story 'Wait For Me', as that story follows Wendy through the events of Stranger Things seasons 1 through 4. This story, however, will be diff...
