it (2017) and stranger things imagines

cat - steve harrington x henderson!reader

you hadn't stopped much to think about your cat, mews. your brother, dustin, who clearly hadn't learned anything about monsters in the past year, had brought a small alien creature into your home. dustin had chosen to name it dart, and kept it in his room. you didn't know much about dart until dustin came to you screaming that dart had eaten mews. you didn't have much time to be distraught over the death of your cat, because you were worried about getting the creature the hell out of your house and away from your brother. you and dustin had managed to get dart out of the house and into the storm cellar.

that was when you promptly called your boyfriend, steve. steve made his way over to your house as quickly as he could, understanding that you could be in danger. after you and your brother had explained the situation, steve was ready to fight dart. dart, nowhere to be found, had to be hunted down. dustin's other friends became a part of the crew, and you found that dart had some baby demogorgon friends (dustin referred to them as demodogs). your group had gone down into the upside down tunnels, setting the place on fire and making it back home safe.

the return home was always the happiest and best part of the movies. sadly, this wasn't one of the movies that you and dustin watched together. this was real life, and everyone had been too busy with other things to stop and think about what they'd lost. sure, eleven had come back, but bob newby had died. and, as bad as it sounded next to joyce's boyfriend dying, your cat had died. you and dustin didn't have the heart to tell your mother about anything that had happened, so you let her believe that mews was just nowhere to be found.

but you did know the truth, that your cat had been ripped apart by a baby demogorgon. most would assume that you blamed your brother for this, but you didn't blame dustin for anything. although, he did need to learn not to bring random slugs into the house. you had tried looking on the brightside; you were alive, as was your brother, and so was your beloved boyfriend.

that beloved boyfriend cared about you. a lot. at first, you just thought he was afraid you'd leave him, so he was just wanting to cuddle and be protective. but after dating for over a year, steve harrington hadn't changed his behavior. the boy was, to say the least, smitten, and willing to do absolutely anything to make you happy and show you that he cared.

steve first dropped by your house less than a week after the events. you were excited to see him, because you had been crying your eyes out. steve noticed, and held you in a warm embrace. he smelled good, (I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT LANSKLAHJHAISHF) and so you were quickly calmed down. after a few minutes of crying, you looked up at steve.

his eyes were always so soft when he looked at you, like you were precious glass he never wanted to break. but, sometimes, steve would look at you with pure adoration. like when you'd step infront of him to help the kids, or you'd swing his bat at a demodog. again, the boy was smitten. steve's eyes were soft as he looked at you then. "hey, are you okay? what's going on?"

"if i tell you, you're going to laugh." you insisted, causing steve to shake his head, and ramble about how he would never laugh at anything that made you upset. you silenced him when you started speaking, explaining to him that you missed your cat. the boy didn't laugh, he just took your wrist and led you to the couch where he sat down.

steve wasn't saying anything, just thinking. when you were about to ask if he was okay, he spoke. "well, perhaps i could aMEWS you with some jokes. or, we could turn on some MEWSic"

your eyes got wide and you shook your head quickly. "steve, no." a light chuckle played through your words, and steve just grinned his gorgeous grin, knowing he was already making you feel better.

"what," steve began, looking at the ceiling, "is a cat's favorite color?" he looked to you, and when you didn't respond, he gave you the answer. "purr-ple!" you groaned and put your head in your hands, though you were smiling. "why can't a leopard play hide and seek?" you mumbled a small 'why' and steve continued. "because it's always spotted!"

you looked up. "that one was worse." you giggled.

"okay, okay, one more." steve thought for a minute before he gave his final joke. "what did the cat say after eating two robins laying out in the sun?" steve looked over to you in amusement. "'i just love baskin' robbins!'" you burst out laughing, falling into steve's arms as you both laughed until your sides hurt.

"thank you, steve."

"for what?"

"for having stupid jokes that always make me laugh." you said, head resting on his chest. steve looked down at you with a smile.

"that's what i'm here for, right?"