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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Weep Little Lion Man (you’re not as brave as you were at the start)

lol it says man even though all the characters are girls (title from Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons)

I’ve been sleeping on Maria for too long, so enjoy some Maria suffering!

I hate the words belly and tummy so much but I had to use them both once and you can see me cringing when they come up

Tag list (just because Quinn asked- if anyone else wants to be tagged normally for fics, let me know!): @three-amongst-these-tens

TW: Vomit, like a lotta vomit

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It was two in the morning when Bessie woke up. She lied still in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, then finally moved. She walked with purpose down to the bathroom and found the source of her sudden wake up call- Maria hunched over the toilet, shivering.

“You okay?” She asked quietly.

Maria shudders, gasping out a small, “Yeah,” before she gags again, this time ending with a gurgling retch as she throws up again. “Sorry.”

Bessie stepped inside, closing the door behind her, then went to Maria’s side. She set a hand on her arching spine.

“Not feeling too great, huh, sweetheart?”

Maria shook her head and stifles another gag as she reached up to flush the toilet, not really wanting Bessie to see her in such a state, and tries to push herself up off the ground, but she can already feel her mouth flooding with saliva again, vomit crawling up her throat, and no amount of swallowing seems to be pushing it away.

“Just let it out,” Bessie said softly, as though she could read Maria’s mind.

“‘M not even sick,” Maria muttered thickly, but hangs her head over the toilet anyway as a hiccup rolls through her body.

“But you did eat whatever that meal Aragon made was,” Bessie reminded. She almost found herself chuckling at how many spices were added into the dish, but then winced when she thought about how that was probably tearing Maria’s poor stomach to shreds. “You have an acid reflux, Maria.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Maria said harshly. Her annoyance quickly dissipates, replaced with regret and pain. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

She heaves painfully this time, throat aching, tears forming in her eyes, back arching into Bessie’s hand with the effort, and a voice in the back of her head whispers of her about how very shameful this was.

“Shh, shh,” Bessie hushed her when she tried to apologize again. She reached around and felt her forehead. “Oh, sweetheart...”

Maria was on fire, which wasn’t a surprise given how she was soaked in a glistening sheen of sweat. The drummer sways for a moment before she’s eased against Bessie.

“I’ve got you, Maria.” Bessie told her. “I’ve got you.”

Maria shut her heavy eyelids. Everything burned, but especially her stomach. It was like she had swallowed a fireball or something. She couldn’t help but lean into Bessie’s cool hand when she strokes hair out of her face.

“I’m going to run you an ice bath, sweetheart.”

Maria blinked a few times to clear up the haze in front of her eyes and looked up at Bessie.

“Wh-what?”

“An ice bath,” Bessie repeated. “To try and cool you down. You’re burning up, Maria.”

“No,” Maria whined weakly. “It’s gonna be cold...”

“That’s the point, my love.” Bessie said patiently. She carefully extracted Maria from her arms and propped her against the wall. She turned on the bathtub, making sure the water was running cold, then turned back to the drummer behind her. “Can you take off your clothes yourself or do you need help?”

Maria’s face turned bright red, although it was a little hard to tell because of the dark, feverish flush that already coated her cheeks. She stammered shyly, but managed to squeak out that she could change on her own. Bessie nodded and went back to preparing the water.

Maria managed to get herself free from her sweaty clothes, but it wasn’t exactly easy. Her limbs were clumsy and heavy from fatigue, and she was afraid too much moment would agitate her stomach again. But she was able to wriggle out of her pajamas and stepped into the bath when it was ready.

A chill immediately ran up her legs and to the rest of her body. An unbidden whimper escaped her pale lips as she laid down in the tub and the icy water embraced her.

It did not feel good.

“Bessie,” Maria squeaked. “I don’t like this...”

“I know, darling,” Bessie said. She had her eyes closed- thank god. Maria loved the woman to death but she really didn’t want their relationship to stretch to seeing each other naked. “But it’ll help your temperature drop. And let’s not forget the time you dunked me in cold water when I was little.”

That got a giggle out of Maria when she remembered dropping little twelve year old Bessie into a tub of freezing water when she had been running a fever and not letting her out until she was cleaned of the sweat that coated her body.

“You had Yellow Fever.” Maria said.

Bessie rolled her eyes. “I did not.” She said. “You thought every sickness was Yellow Fever.” She stood up. “I’m going to go get some clothes for you, alright? And I’ll go prepare the bed. You’re gonna be sleeping with me tonight so I can keep an eye on you.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Maria to soak in the cold water.

For a moment, she thought the bath was actually helping, but then Maria’s stomach roiled. Her eyes snapped open. She whimpered, balling a fist over her exposed, quivering middle and willing the growing pain to go away, but it didn’t. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse, heating up like a volcano or geyser until-

Maria moves faster than she would have thought possible considering she was confined in a bathtub, hand clamped over her mouth as she clambered out of the tub. She crashes in a very ungraceful way, sprawling out on the floor, sloshing water all over the hardwood in the process, but she could care less. She scrambled up to her knees, vomit spewing from her lips, which she only half manages to get into the toilet.

She groans, resting her head on her arms over the toilet, trying to take a few deep breaths to steady herself. She’s shaking uncontrollably, mouth flooding with spit, and after one swallow makes her nausea worse, she opts to let her mouth hang open, saliva slowly dripping into the toilet bowl.

“Maria?” Bessie called tentatively from the doorway. “You okay?”

Maria hiccuped in response before retching painfully, the contents of her stomach crawling halfway up her throat before going down again. She hiccups again, groaning when it does nothing to ease her discomfort.

“Just let it up,” Bessie said gently, settling beside her on the floor to place a hand on her back. She grabbed a towel and draped it over the sick drummer’s bare body.

“I’m t—” She’s cut off by a hiccup that brings up a torrent of sick, and she can barely catch her breath before she’s throwing up again, throat burning.

“There you go,” Bessie soothed, rubbing her back gently.

Maria hated that Bessie was seeing her like this, but she can’t deny that it feels good to not be alone. She’s about to say as such when her whole body lurches with a heave, followed by another, then another, until she’s left dry-heaving, nothing left to bring up.

“Breathe,” Bessie reminded her.

Maria takes in a deep, shaky breath as Bessie reaches over her to flush the toilet, and a shudder runs through her body as she gags unproductively again.

“There’s nothing left,” Maria groaned, collapsing back into Bessie’s arms.

“I know,” Bessie soothed, running her fingers through Maria’s soaked hair.

“So why won’t my stomach get the memo?”

As if on cue, she gags again, and Bessie eases her back up and over the toilet just in time for her to bring up a mouthful of discolored bile. She stays there, head hanging over the toilet, eyes closed, Bessie holding her up more than she was actually holding herself up, long after her body’s stopped trying to purge everything from her system.

Maria tried to breathe again, dipping her head low, and it was in that moment that she realized she was still naked. And that she had vomit splattered on her knees. Humiliation ignites through her and she whimpered pathetically.

“B-Bessie, I’m s-sorry-”

“Shh, shh,” Bessie grabs a rag from the cabinet under the sink and wets it with the bath water. She began wiping away the sick on Maria’s legs, wearing the most nonchalant expression one could have while doing such a thing.

“B-But you’re having to c-clean-”

“Hush, my love.” Bessie said. “This is nothing, trust me. Nothing grosses me out anymore. Not after I offered to clean up Aragon’s bed of birthing fluids and placenta after she gave birth to Mary.”

Once again, Bessie makes Maria giggle at the memory. She had warned the teenager to leave it to the midwives and maids, but the girl insisted, wanting to be important. She quickly leaned her lesson when a slimy blob of placenta slipped right out her hands after she attempted to grab it and ended up getting birthing fluids squirted on her face.

“Right...” Maria managed to rasp out. Her stomach cramps, but, luckily, nothing comes up.

“I’ve got your clothes right here. Do you need help changing?”

Maria shook her head and Bessie stepped out so she could get changed. Once she was finished, Bessie guided her to her bedroom and they laid down in the bed, with Maria instantly curling up into a ball.

“Here, sweetheart,” Bessie said. She gave Maria a pink tablet of medicine that was supposed to help with her stomach problems and then let her have a few sips of water. She pulled it away after a second or two, however, earning a whine of protest. “Ah, ah. You’re going to upset your stomach.”

Maria glared at her weakly before curling back up again. She clenches her hands against her aching stomach and scrunched her eyes shut.

“It hurts so much, Bessie,” She whispered weakly.

Bessie frowned. She wrapped her arms around the quaking frame of the drummer and held her close.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” She said.

That’s when an idea sparked in her mind.

She slid her hand down to Maria’s midsection and slipped it under her shirt, causing the girl to flinch slightly in surprise.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Maria squeaked, embarrassed.

“Hush.” Bessie merely said.

She began to rub circles against Maria’s stomach, causing her to gasp softly in surprise. Then, she was melting into the touch and letting her eyes flutter shut. It was like she was in a trance- how could something so embarrassing feel so good?!

“This...this does feel nice,” Maria said softly. “No wonder you like it.”

Bessie wrinkled her nose and pulled her hand back. Maria latches onto it instantly.

“N-no, wait-” Maria pleased. “I’m sorry.” She guided Bessie’s hand to a certain area on her belly, just slightly below the very center. “C-can you do it here?”

“Is this where it hurts the most?” Bessie asked and Maria nodded. She complied and began to rub again.

Despite the action being soothing, Maria kept squirming slightly every time a cramp would seize her in a vice grip. Beneath her hand, Bessie could feel how tightly the poor drummer’s stomach was clenching around practically nothing. It was also alarmingly warm to the touch would occasionally roil or writhe, as if eels were trapped beneath her flesh.

Slowly but surely, Maria began to relax, even with the off and on pain. Consciousness began to slip and she floated in a state of wakefulness and peaceful sleep. The hand massaging her stomach stopped eventually, meaning that Bessie had probably drifted off, too. Maria let out a soft sigh and finally slipped into complete darkness...

But then she stomach started to burn.

Her eyes snapped open.

The fireball in Maria’s stomach blazed- burning her, searing her, melting her from the inside out. She wrapped her arms around her abused tummy and whimpered, curling into Bessie’s side. With one hand, she manages to tug at the bassist’s shirt.

“Bessie,” She croaked weakly. “Something is wrong, Bessie, something is wrong.”

But Bessie didn’t stir. She was fast asleep, and all Maria could do was crying against her nightshirt until she woke up.

Or until her stomach ejected itself once again.

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Bessie wakes to the sound of Maria dry heaving beside her, body half hanging off the bed, face buried in the trash can beside it. She doesn’t even think before reaching across to rub her back, scooting a little closer, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Fuck,” Maria gasped, a shudder running through her whole body before she hiccups.

“Did you drink some water?” Bessie asked, voice scratchy with sleep.

“Why the fuck do you think my head’s in a trash can right now?” Maria snapped, voice shaking with ragged breaths.

Unphased, Bessie continues rubbing Maria’s back soothingly, and after a few moments of stuttered, heavy breathing, Maria hiccups again, and a torrent of liquid splashes into the trash can.

“You should know better,” Bessie tutted softly, realizing Maria must have drank the entire glass without testing how her stomach would take it first.

“Shut up.” Maria bites out around a barely-suppressed gag, and before Bessie could even think to respond, she was retching again. “Just— Shut up.”

She was crying, now, shoulders shaking with the weight of her sobs and heaves. Bessie sat up fully and wrapped an arm around her stomach to support her. The other gathered her hair out of the way.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Bessie murmured. “You’re okay, my sweet girl. You’re going to be okay.”

“N-no-” Maria choked out. “G-gonna die- I’m gonna die, Bessie...!”

Bessie knew what she was referring to- they both heard the stories of people with acid refluxes getting cancer or getting holes burned in their esophagus from all their vomiting. Maria has every right to be scared of such a thing.

Bessie leaned over and grimaced when she saw trails of vomit dribbling from Maria’s nostrils.

“Oh, baby girl...” She got up, despite Maria’s whine of protest, and retrieved a wet rag from the bathroom. She used it to wipe off Maria’s hot face when she finally finished throwing up.

“I-I hate this,” Maria wheezed out. She was starting to shiver, despite her raging temperature.

“I know,” Bessie frowned. “I’m going to dispose of this and then I’ll be back. Get comfy, okay?”

Maria nodded shakily and laid back down. Bessie returns to her rather quickly and bundles her up securely in her arms. She nuzzles into the bassist.

“B-Bessie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“C-can you rub my stomach again?”

Bessie chuckled. She hoped Maria couldn’t see her smirk.

“Of course.”

Maria sighed in contentment when her stomach was rubbed. She swore Bessie’s touch was magic because the pain eased the longer she massaged out tension.

“I-I love you, Bessie,” Maria whispered as she began to finally drift off.

“I love you too, my little lion cub.”

———

When Maggie woke up, she was surprised to find Maria in Bessie’s room. Or, rather- Maria in Bessie’s room and practically laying on top of Bessie. Bessie herself had one arm around the drummer’s back, the other stroking her messy hair soothingly. She had a loving smile on her lips as she watched Maria sleep peacefully.

“Morning,” Maggie said.

Bessie turned to her and her smile widened.

“Good morning, dear,” Bessie hummed. She only paused petting Maria’s hair momentarily, but it was enough to make the girl squirm and whine. She resumes stroking with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to her head.

“Guess I’m making breakfast then?” Maggie grinned.

“Yup,” Bessie laughed slightly.

“Sweet. How do pancakes sound?”

“Wonderful.” Bessie said. “And something light for Maria, please. Maybe oatmeal?”

Maggie nodded.

“Is she okay?”

“She is now,” Bessie said. “Poor thing had a rough night.”

“Oh, I know,” Maggie said. “I heard a lot of it. I just didn’t want to say anything.”

Bessie blinked and then laughed slightly.

“Don’t let Maria know that.”

“I won’t. For now.” Maggie winked. “Alright, I’ll be downstairs!”

Bessie nodded and her turned her attention back to Maria, who was still snoozing peacefully against her chest. She pressed another loving kiss to the top of her head.

“You are never eating anything spicy ever again, young lady.”

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musica fanfic #six fic #six fanfic #bessie on the bass #maria on the drums #maggie on the guitar #tw: vomit #tw: emetophobia

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re-definir-me · 5 years

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SETEMBRO

LIVROS

A Conjuring of Light, da V. E. Schwab - 6,5/10 - que custoso foi acabar esse livro, ficou tão mas tão pra trás dos dois primeiros que sei lá. Foi cansativo e repetitivo e por mais que eu tenha gostado do universo construído nas duas primeiras partes, essa última foi só decepcionante.

Daisy Jones and the Six, da Taylor Jenkins Reid - 10/10 - amei amei amei esse livro em contrapartida, devorei ele em dois dias e era exatamente o que eu precisava. Me trouxe reflexões que fizeram sentido pra minha vida agora ao mesmo tempo que serviu de distração também. Personagens bem escritos e uma história interessante que te puxa pra querer saber o fim, em um formato diferente e sei lá, perfeito do começo ao fim.

e mais muitas e muitas fanfics.

SÉRIES

Dark Crystal - Age of Resistance - 10/10 - melhor série de sempre??????

Stray Kids - 10/10 - virei fã de outro grupo de Kpop é isso que eu faço quando tenho tempo, me acabei de chorar quando eliminaram o Minho e o Felix mesmo sabendo que tudo daria certo no fim???? yup.

Bring the Soul: docu-series - 10/10 - eu amo essa merda dessa boyband com tudo em mim

Anne with an E (começo da terceira temporada) - 9/10 - amo amo amo essa série mas não aconteceu nada demais ainda pra ter 10

Queer Eye (quarta temporada) - 7,5/10 - tiveram episódios muito bons e uns muito chatos.

The Good Place (começo da quarta temporada) - 7/10 - por enquanto ta bem meh, não sei.

This is Us (começo da quarta temporada) - 9/10 - já começou chutando tudo, me fez lembrar o quanto essa série é bem escrita e bem pensada.

The Politician (começo da primeira temporada) - 7/10 - esse 7 é inteirinho por causa do Ben Platt, que é um ator do caralho, mas os 3 ficam faltando porque tbh acho que perdi um pouco o saco pras séries do Ryan Murphy então tem isso.

MUSICA

BTS -10/10 - (vou só criar o hábito de colocar isso sempre aqui né? esse mês estive ouvindo as musicas mais melancólicas deles

Pentagon (Shine e Humph!) - 10/10 - ah sei lá to nesse buraco de kpop né

Stray Kids - 10/10 - meus novos filhos foi muito difícil achar um bias (é o Minho e o Hyunjin não me pede pra escolher não que eu não consigo), talentosos com tudo do corpo deles e eu preciso proteger de todo mal.

Triple H - 10/10 - as musicas são só???? muito???? boas????? sexy babies.

Halsey - 10/10 - meu amorzinho lançando musica nova é por isso que eu vivo, Clementine salvou minha vida, basicamente, e Graveyard é de arrepiar de linda.

FILMES

Detective Pikachu - 7/10 - eu entendo a hype mas achei um bocadinho tedioso e previsível, não sei. Ainda assim é fofinho.

Tolkien - 8,5/10 - ok eu vendo minha alma pra romances de época, é isso, não tem outra explicação.

Two Weeks Notice - 4,5/10 - só me sobram os filmes ruins do Hugh Grant agora sacrifícios estão sendo feitos.

VIDA

O mês mais de férias que eu tive, fiz muitos e muitos e muitos nadas

Passei um fim de semana em Araguari com a minha avó vendo ela chorar de saudades da juventude dela e visitando as amigas ainda vivas

Fui pra Uberlândia visitar Samara e ver meus amigos

Vi meus pais caírem de amores pela Romã

Consegui encontrar com Odilon e Murillo, que eu não via há eternidades e matar um pouco a saudade

Saí bastante com o pessoal que tava em Franca e até consegui /quase/ ter uma noite das meninas que só não funcionou porque não tinha Leticia, mas conversamos até o amanhecer e choramos um bocado, foi ótimo

Passei no mestrado pela segunda vez e voltei pra portugal

Comecei a morar com o Bruno e o Rodrigo no que é provavelmente uma das melhores casas em que já estive na Covilhã

#2019 #setembro

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