Random X Reader Sickfics

Sick!Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

A/n: I can't remember if anyone requested him, but I love Tamaki and there aren't enough sickfics for him so I decided to make one, I hope yall enjoy it.

I had noticed my boyfriend looked off the second he walked into first period. He was trembling slightly and his cheeks held a heavy flush. I tried to convince myself that it was just his anxiety acting up and turned my attention back to the lecture. The lesson continued for 30 minutes, me of course throwing constant glances at Tamaki before anything happened.

POV Switch:

About 5 minutes later, his stomach suddenly gives a startling groan that's both extremely audible and just as nauseating. Tamaki's eyes go wide with embarrassment as he winces and waits for it to pass. His girlfriend nearby had definitely heard that over the teacher's lecture and he was praying that she didn't say anything.

The sounds don't seem to be stopping any time soon. The angry burbling noises continued mercilessly on as if his stomach itself was screaming at him. Tamaki held a shaky hand to his clammy forehead and tries his best to ignore the sudden pressure that's building in his abdomen.

It starts with a loudish belch that Tamaki wasn't prepared for, his ears fold over themselves and burn with intense shame when he receives several varying glances from the students around him including (y/n). Some appear merely amused by his surprising outburst and some toss dirty looks his way.

There's another. This burp is much queasier, wetter, and is stifled pathetically against the hand he slapped over his mouth after the first belch. Something truly horrible burns his throat, insistent, and his stomach gives another drawn-out sickly gurgle. (Y/n) hops up and heads to the corner of the room to fetch the trash bin, positive Tamaki was gonna throw up, as he was showing all his usual signs.

An excess of saliva fills Tamaki's mouth, rapidly pooling on his tongue, which suddenly feels way too heavy. He can taste his earlier breakfast with every single sour burp that leaks out of him. Reality hits him with a rush of despair.

He's going to throw up.

The nausea is aggressively overwhelming, but Tamaki can manage to register that one thing he'd been denying, that one thing he'd been trying his best to push out of his mind this entire time. He still can't get himself to move or do anything for that matter. He's petrified, frozen in place at his desk.

He whines, low and fearful before the first gag makes him jolt forward. His stomach clenches, bracing itself. The second one accomplishes nothing more than a final soggy belch and it's the next violent retch that does it.

A torrent of thick vomit hits the hand that's still over his mouth, a good portion of it spurting between his fingers and out from under his palm. It gushes down to his desk, I half-digested chunks of his last meal splattering the front of his shirt.

"What the hell!?"

"Oh shit!"

"Ew!"

"Gross!"

"Nasty!"

The various surrounding cries of disgust are nothing more than faraway background noise as Tamaki sputters and coughs up more lumpy sick onto the tabletop. He lets out a choked sob when some of it squirts from his nose, burning like the abundance of tears stinging his eyes.

His head pounds like a drum and his stomach continues to ache even after expelling already its contents. It's an eternity of sitting there while trying to catch his breath and keep his cries subdued.

Nothing else seems to exist. It's just him and his mess...

"Hey," It's was his girlfriend (Y/n). She gently clutches Tamaki's trembling shoulders not looking nearly as repulsed as she should be. She sets the classroom trash bin in his puke filled lap before the next wave hit, "It's okay. Can you get up for me?" She questioned in a comfortingly soothing voice, rubbing circles across his back as he heaved. Tamaki just retched again in response, bringing up another wave of chunky sick into the trash can.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I continue gently stroking his back until his stomach was finally empty and he had nothing left to bring up into the bin. I carefully help my boyfriend up and out of his sick filled desk and begin slowly helping him to the bathroom. I walk in, not really caring if anyone else was in there.

I gently set him down on a toilet, prying the sick bin from his shaking hands. I grab some paper towels and wet them, cleaning Tamaki up the best I could. I peel off his puke stained outer jacket and place it in a plastic bag I had. I slid off my jacket and place it over his shivering frame, not really caring if it got dirty.

Once he was as clean as I was gonna be able to get him, I once again slowly help him down to recovery girls office. I lay him on a cot and place the sick filled bin beside him, as Tamaki refused to let it out of his reach. Once he was okay for the minute, I go up to recovery girl to let her know what was going on.

She said I was welcome to let him rest in her office for the day or I could bring him back to his dorm now so I opted for bringing him back to his dorm. I knew Tamaki would wanna be in his own space right now and lock himself away from everyone out of embarrassment. I helped him up off the cot at turtle speed, having to take multiple breaks when the movement cause dizzy spells which made him dangerous nauseous again.

Once we were finally up, I decided to just pick him up gently bridal style and carry him back, knowing this would take WAY too long otherwise. Luckily we only had to make one pit stop so Tamaki could puke into the grass, and then got him safely back into his bed. I could tell that it was gonna be a rough day for my elf eared boyfriend, but he was asleep for now so that was good.

A/n: Welp I hope yall enjoyed it, leave me any other requests yall have, BYEEE!!!

~Luna