#the world needs more catboy billy

[fortheloveofscisaac]

Imagine Catboy Billy as a kitten he would be so small and so cute. He would have the biggest blue eyes ever!!! I also imagine him with an oversized fluffy tail that he wraps around himself so he looks like a puff ball with ears. Imagine him curling up next to Steve for a nap and him just happily purring off to sleep!!!!

[metalheadcowboy]

Catboy Steve Bunnyboy Tommy. Dogboy Billy. The holy trinity.

dfjnjhfkdfhjkdhjkdhd Tyler i can't stop thinking about this i NEED!! (if you feel like it? <3)

LISTEN,,,,,,,, I’ve been brain storming for this since I got this ask and I think I finally came up with a good premise for how I would want this to work out,,, so tis might be a little short but this is the basis for everything I have KSNDNFNNF,,,

In a world where hybrids are one in a million Hawkins is home to three. Steve Harrington a cat hybrid, Billy Hargrove a dog hybrid, and Tommy Hagan a bunny hybrid.

Being a hybrid is seen as something to be ashamed of. By the government they are seen as just another person, but by societal standards they are he scum of the Earth.

The ever popular Billy Hargrove has had his identity hidden from the public eye pretty much since birth. Having an illegal tail docking surgery at six months old along with always having his large ears hidden under some kind of hat nobody was any the wiser to his dog-like features. And this never bothered him one bit because he saw how all the others of his kind were treated, the kind of brutality and discrimination they faced and decided early on it was for the best.

The second Steve Harrington’s father caught sight of his own sons hybrid features he wanted to put him up for adoption, not wanting such a disappointment to the Harrington name. But, much to his own dismay, his wife had other plans, demanding they keep the child. So, they do, but as the years go on Mrs. Harrington becomes more and more distant, starts joining Mr. Harrington on his trips when Steve is of age to leave alone an Steve becomes a forgotten piece in their puzzle. An outcast in his own family.

Tommy is a completely different story from the other two. From birth Tommy has been the apple of his parents eyes, the youngest of five who could do no wrong. He is much more sheltered than the other two, homeschooled, rarely ever leaving the comfort of his own house, parents fearing if what would happen to their happy little boy if he was exposed to the hate of the outside world.

But when by a chance of fate Billy moves to Hawkins and Tommy is forced to spend his senior year at Hawkins High, what will happen when Steve finds out he’s not as alone as he thinks?

(And I have so many just like off handed hcs about this and I can give you those too but I needed to get this out of my head 😭😭)

[catharrington]

I don't know if you have time/desire for more catboy but if you do...

Steve getting something gross stuck in his fur (maybe Billy's bubble gum or some candy?) and Steve's trying to contort himself to clean it, but it's in a spot he just can't quite reach so they have to figure out how to get it off when a bath just makes it worse.

Time? None at all. Desire?? Overflowing with it, babe!!

Oh my gosh let me take this opportunity to enjoy some Halloween time!! I imagine cat boy Steve loves Halloween because hey free built in costume he always wears! Him and other cat people just have the best All Hallows ever!

Steve didn’t have much when he first came to Billy’s, just the ears on his head and the collar that got unceremoniously dumped into the trash can. Billy convinced him to go shopping together once, and Steve didn’t care for it much. Felt far too close to a date, too close to what he wanted from Billy— but not what the other wanted from him.

So soon billy just started leaving money on the coffee table where he could. Small amounts. Just enough for Steve to use it to feel some sort of independence. Because billy was stepping far too over the line— no way Steve actually wanted to be in a serious relationship with the guy he nicknamed ‘kidnapper’.

Halloween was different, Halloween was everything goes. Steve had gotten a job at a library just down the Main Street of town, not a 5 minute walk from their apartment. He would sit behind the counter tapping his long nails across a hard back book, most days, using his pointy ears and flicking tail to point out teenagers making too much noise. And the older woman who worked there all fawned over him.

He took the later evening shift, he said it was to help the old bats out, also I’m by myself! Don’t have to worry about them touching my ears or calling me ‘kitty’ to my face!

He would stumble home every day with his ears low on his floppy brown hair, and his shoulder bag filled with books across his chest.

Billy told him he shouldn’t be walking that late at night, don’t care how far, makes me worried someone might want a pretty cat like you?

And Steve would laugh, strip down to a pair of flannel pajama bottoms he stole from Billy, giggling the whole time, and lay down so his head is on Billy’s chest. Let those rough from work hands relax the tension in the muscles around his ears.

They didn’t talk much, didn’t need to. They felt like two jigsaw puzzle pieces meeting. And those don’t have to talk to know they fit.

Halloween was the first time Billy got to see the side of Steve that wasn’t soft sweaters or library books. Wasn’t a fierce independence acting as a wall againt the trauma of abandonment. Of abuse.

Halloween was the first time Billy got to see Steve in a skin tight black cat suit. Designed for cat boys and bought because there’s a bar right down the block from the library and it’s free drinks for cats tonight! I’ve just got to go, Billy, that’s so rad!

Halloween was when Billy followed Steve around, not the other way around. Pulled out an old leather jacket he was surprised still fit him at all. Didn’t talk about the way Steve was going for an all black look but didn’t make any move to take off the brown leather collar Billy got him as an apology gift.

Didn’t talk about the way the wet look pleather on Steve’s cat suit matched. Didn’t mention they looked like a couple. That Billy might hinder Steve if he’s looking to ride a dick that night.

No, he just smiled and walked arm in arm down the block as the sun set. Pretty oranges and red filling the sky. Leaves crunching underfoot the same color as Steve’s pretty hair, all styled up with hairspray and perfect as could be.

The building is lit up with strings of bright purple, a lime green naked bulb sits in the front door where a bouncer stands and collects Billy’s head fee while Steve just flicks his tail to get it.

The bar is crowded with ghouls, and goblins, witches line the bar with their pointy hats. Decorated with arching white spider webs.

Billy knows Steve really only drinks wine because it actually tastes good unlike the piss Billy drinks, so he ain’t surprised when he orders some candy-apple monstrosity. Laps it up with his devilish pink tongue when he gets it. Catches Billy watching over the rim of his tall beer glass.

Steve downs the martini in one gulp before grabbing Billy around the hand, pulling him with a naughty glint in his eye towards the dance floor.

He turns around, moves Billy’s hands around his hips, purrs dance with me, nice and slow?

In a question that doesn’t sound like a question. His tail wrapping possessively around Billy’s legs. Billy groans back, right into the chocolate fudge swirl of his sensitive ear, set the pace, pretty cat, you know I’m good for it.

They let go for song after song, rolling into the next like their bodies roll. Billy’s belt buckle shimmering and catching against the fabric of Steve’s cat suit. Both a mess of sweat, dripping off their foreheads into their greedy open mouths. But they don’t care, they don’t stop.

Not until Steve’s ear gets yanked by another bar patron. Billy’s got his face burrowed into the side of Steve’s neck, drowning the way his wild flower and musk cologne always lingers on the plush leather, so he doesn’t realize anything happening until Steve’s hands move off his own. They lift from where they were cupped around Billy’s own to swat at another hand hovering around his head. His ears. They stayed at if risking another grope.

Steve hissed low and mean, warning three’s a company, creepy bastard! Now back off before I show you how quick I can bite off a dick. His voice nothing like Billy’s heard it. It made his head snap up so quick.

The guy wouldn’t let up, his face ruddy with alcohol and his golden Roman crown as lopsided as his sheet he’s trying to pass off as a costume. He pops a sucker out his mouth to reply. It’s made his whole mouth cherry red, Billy hates to look at it. Hates the words he’s spewing even more.

Steve only lets him get a sentence into his explanation about how a wild cat like you needs a firm hand before he’s shoving with two fingers into the center of the guy’s chest. Backing him up with a sharp nail that disappears into the fabric. Hopefully to leave a prick of blood.

Billy’s hand snaps forward of its own accord, pressing his huge palm flat into the guy’s shoulder and sending him stumbling backwards. He’s always up for a bar fight, knows a drunk bastard like this wouldn’t win always. He shouts out I warned you man, and now I gotta kick your ass! But doesn’t get that far.

He’s caught by two hands on the lapels of his jacket. Yanking him to the side where Steve’s turned from the ass hole. Watching Billy with those nervous dinner plate eyes again. All glittering gold and chocolate chips, making his knees weak. He’s not worth it, Steve purrs. And he’s right. The guy isn’t worth it. But Steve’s worth winning one bar fight and so, so much more. He’s worth the world to Billy. So he listens and follows as they dip to the bathroom.

It’s not until Billy’s coming out of the stall he used to take a leak does he notice that creepy bastard’s pop stuck in the fur of Steve’s tail. It’s amazing he doesn’t feel it, all glossy and red and clutching at the silky fur, but it’s a testimony to how thick his tail really is. Billy knows, he’s had the honor of running his fingers through it enough times.

He offers let me help, get some soap and try to scrub it out.

But Steve just laughs, bracing himself on the side of the cracking porcelain sink, lifting one leg up while the other held his weight, then twists around until the flat of his tongue can lick across the base of his tail. Gathers spit by licking and licking, grooming the pop off his fur inch by inch until it detached into his mouth.

He drops his leg from the sink with a sigh, a dreamy moany thing that Billy’s never going to get out of his head.

Watches as Steve rolls the pop around in his mouth a couple times, savoring the artificial cherry flavor. Savoring the way he wasn’t about to let that ass hole ruin his Halloween. Then he pressed to open the trash bin with one stomp before spitting the pop away.

Billy’s never been more turned on, never been more grossed out as the same time he’s so hard. Never wanted to taste the lingering bubble pop cherry flavor from another pair of lips before.

He simply leans back against another sink and whistles, says that was something else, Stevie, where all can you reach?

And Steve doesn’t tell him. Huffs out the side of his mouth while he rolls his eyes. Blushing pretty. Says I seriously need another drink now. And something not cherry!

And Billy follows him back to the bar, decorated for Halloween and dripping with spider webs, with a smile.

[metalheadcowboy]

Billy ends up feeding his neighbours' fish while they're away, and Steve LOVES to go with him and watch it swimming round and round, so Billy starts investing in his own tank and gets super into getting all sorts of fancy tropical fish. He loves watching Steve watching the fish, and it's one of the best ways to calm Steve when he's having a zoomy day. Plus it reminds Billy of the ocean so win win!

- The fish one was a catboy headcanon btw but I guess it could work for non cat Steve too!!

Hiya anon!!!! <3 I figured that it was Catboy Steve but thank you for specifying so I knew for sure!! :)

But yes!!! I think Billy would quickly pick up on how infatuated Steve is with his neighbor’s fish, how he could literally sit there and watch them for hours on end. He doesn’t say much when he watches them, it’s like they put him in a trance or something. He just sits/stands in front of the tank with his tail swishing back and forth as he keeps track of their every movement.

At first Billy would think that it’s because he wants to eat them, with the way that Steve looks at them like their the most interesting creatures in the world, that must be the case, right? Wrong. Because Billy finds out he knows them all by name. Not even he knew them all by name and he was the one pet sitting them. He knew their personalities, gave them backstories. It was clearly a ‘fish are friends, not food’ situation.

He can also tell how bummed Steve looks when he finds out that their neighbors back and there’s no need for them to go feed the fish every day anymore. He tries watching the birds outside, but it’s just not the same and Billy can tell. He doesn’t get the same look in his eyes, his tail doesn’t flick quite the same, his ears just aren’t as perky. It’s different.

So, one day Billy decides to surprise Steve with a fish. He comes home with a little goldfish in a small fish tank. Of course Steve is ecstatic, watches the little fist swim around in his little tank. But it isn’t long before Steve’s nuzzling up against Billy’s knee from his spot where he was watching the fish on the floor with a frown. And Billy would reach down to pet behind his ears and ask, ‘What’s wrong, Stevie.’ And Steve would be quick to say ‘Pumpkin’s lonely, Bill. His tank is too small and he has no friends to keep him company.’ At first Billy would want to call bullshit, but then he remembered who he was talking to, how much his boyfriend loves and cares for fish. and he’d go out that day and buy a bigger rectangle tank with a bunch of different kinds of fish. (After doing some research of course) Because he’d do anything to keep Steve happy.

AAAA I ALMOST FORGOT, YES!!!! Some days Steve just gets so hyper, so over energized that Billy swears he could bounce off the walls if he tried. Steve’s usually a cuddler but on these days he can’t even stay still enough for long enough for that. He runs around the house with a speed Billy’s never seen from another human being before, he jumps around and Billy loves him to death but it’s a little much.

Those days he also has a hard time focusing on one thing at a time, mind a million different places at once but when he looks at the fish and pays attention to them it’s like all that melts away. It’s like he’s in a different world with them, one more serene and more calm, more relaxed. It puts Billy at ease watching Steve like this.