#sick billy

[totallyexhausted]

Shazam Sickfic Piece That I’m Thinking of Getting Back Into...

Blood oozed from the wound as he pressed his fingers harder against his side, his legs sliding out from under him, and Billy dropped to the snowy ground, harshly. His back leaning against the chained fence, and he groaned as he glanced down, prying his fingers from the blood-soaked Superman shirt Freddy had lent him earlier. Crimson seeped through the cotton shirt, stained against the dirty blue material, running down his pants, mixing with the white ice under him.

           “Holy shit,” He winced, pressing his hand back over the wound tightly, hoping the bleeding would stop. Would disappear. And the pain etched in his side from the metal that used to be there just an hour ago, would vanish.  

           Shazam had gotten hurt. Or, well, he had. It depended on who you asked. But right now, that whole argument didn’t matter much because the wound wasn’t healing properly. And Billy had been stupid. He’d been so fucking stupid...

Working on this this weekend as I noticed there are not many sickfic with Billy involving his found family. Like I have him hiding his illness which of course gets so much worse, flashbacks to previous homes/ institutions, his mom, victor and Rosa doting on him and Billy freaking the fuck out at some point because his fevered mind misinterprets V/R convo to take him to the ER as they want to get rid of him… yeah idk what it’ll be like but I have an outline so fingers crossed… this strong kid needs some heartbreaking moments and some parental love

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

hi do you think you could do a story where omega steve takes care of sick alpha billy 🥺 just love the thought of billy thinking steve is being so overdramatic with all his concern and telling him to stop bc he’s supposed to be the one doing the caretaking but also relishing in someone taking care of him in a way he’s never experienced before

Okay so this probably isn't EXACTLY what you pictured, it's more character study than plot, but... It's really fuckin' soft.

Harringrove fluff, A/B/O, established relationship, sickfic

There are many historical Omegan stereotypes that Steve fights tooth-and-nail to disprove on a daily basis. He isn’t dainty, he’s only polite in certain company, he isn’t soft spoken, and he doesn’t simply agree to things for the sake of a peaceful environment. He has the scars and long-healed fractures to prove his physical ferocity, too. 

But there’s one aspect of his nature that he no longer tries to overcome. He doesn’t spend unnecessary energy trying to hide or ignore his caretaker’s instincts, not after what happened at the junkyard.

Steve loves taking care of people. Lucas sprained his ankle during a preseason basketball practice game in eighth grade and his ‘babysitter’ did such a good job keeping him in line that he was back on the court three days earlier than the doctor predicted. It’s a talent the Omega is proud of. He’s really good at making people feel better.

Billy, unfortunately, is not used to being taken care of. He’s always protecting Max (and Steve, though he constantly refutes it to his boyfriend’s face). He’s always working himself to the bone at the pool or apprenticing for a local mechanic to pay for new clothes. Or gifts and dates for Steve. The Alpha has always been a giver and a protector. 

So when he gets sick with a highly contagious Alpha-specific virus in the early autumn and can’t go to school for an entire week, he resigns himself to pushing through it like he usually does. 

But now he has Steve at his side, and Steve makes a world of difference. 

Bowls of warm, delicious homemade soup are pushed into Billy’s hands twice a day, always a different flavor and always fresh. He’s given either oatmeal or toast for breakfast, with tea and fruit if the first half doesn’t upset his stomach. Steve watches him eat and wipes at the corners of his mouth with a napkin – not with an air of disapproval that makes Billy feel infantilized, but with a tender attentiveness that melts the Alpha to his core.

“I love you, but I don’t love finding food in your mustache,” the Omega jokes.

Steve fucking dotes on him all week long. His boyfriend waits on him hand and foot like Billy is some kind of spoiled fairy-tale prince. It’s… It’s really fucking nice, actually, and Billy has no clue how to deal with that realization. 

The realization that he doesn’t have to suffer his way through life, hurting and alone. Not anymore. 

He thanks Steve for every little favor, desperate to communicate just how much he appreciates the kind treatment. Steve’s gentle hands. Billy has to make his boyfriend understand that he’ll do anything for him. He’ll complete whatever task is set to him.

He’ll do everything in his power to make Steve happy, too.

[letshargroovetonight]

yes hi hello billy with a bad cold but still trying to climb on that dick because he’s terrible

why hullo anon yes - billy has missed school the last few days. when steve starts to get worried, he asks max what’s going on. she tells him billy’s got a bad cold.

“really,” she says, “he’s up half the night coughing and sneezing.”

steve comes home on thursday to find his window wedged open and billy curled up underneath the covers of his bed. his nose must be all stuffed up because he’s breathing out of his mouth and steve’s never seen him sleep with his mouth wide open like that. 

billy blinks awake as steve approaches the bed. billy scooches back towards the middle of the bed to make room for steve to sit. his mouth quirks up when steve plops down next to him.

“missed you,” billy rasps out, his voice all scratchy. steve runs a gentle hand over the top of billy’s hair.

“you owe me a new pillowcase,” steve says. billy’s brow furrows in confusion, but when he follows steve’s eyes to large wet spot where billy was just resting his head, he shoots steve a glare.

“fuck off, harrington. i’m sick and i can’t breath. so sue me for drooling on your pill—” he ends his sentence with a coughing fit. when he finishes, steve rests his palm against billy’s forehead, feels the heat of it against his skin. 

“you’ve got a fever,” steve says.

“yeah, and? i’ve had one for the past two days,” billy snips at him.

“i’m getting you some medicine,” steve says, “after you take it, you should rest some more.” 

as steve goes to get up, billy grabs at his wrist. 

“stay,” he says. billy pulls steve down, pushes on his shoulders so that steve lays on the bed.

billy flips the covers back and oh, steve shouldn’t be surprised that billy was sleeping naked in his bed, but he is. billy climbs on top of him, his legs spread wide over the top of steve’s thighs. he unbuttons steve’s jeans and as he pulls the zipper down he sneezes four times in a row, the force of them rocking both of their bodies. 

billy’s nose starts running. 

“sexy,” steve jokes.

“shut up,” billy groans. he rolls off of steve’s hips, swipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

“god, use a tissue,” steve gripes. billy ignores him.

“maybe i should just -“ billy interrupts himself with another sneeze.

“rest up like i said?” steve concludes for him.

“you’re always right, harrington. aren’t ya?” billy grumbles.

“yup,” steve replies. he kisses billy’s warm forehead.

[cult-of-time]

My face is melting through my sinuses

I miss a time when my eyes weren’t constantly watering