#for the next forty minutes while you keep aggravating the cut so it refuses to close (i am assuming a lot on the timeframe cuz i still only

[bitegore]

ok while finding out i was bleeding all over the goddamn place earlier by wiping my hands on a white towel and smearing blood all over them was Fucking Annoying, i can't lie, bloodstained white towel kinda goes off. dried blood is a nice color

[chloebeale]

AT PEACE (Bechloe drabble)

Short, angsty af little drabble taken from this prompt.

Summary: PP3 AU (shout out to @isthemusictoblame for the setting and also for calling me a demon when proof-reading) in which Beca and Amy are the ones held hostage, and the Bellas are none the wiser. Beca knows she doesn’t have much time, but she has to talk to Chloe. She has to finally tell Chloe how she feels.

Warnings for angst, blood, death and just a lot of sadness honestly.

Words: 2K.

They say the Kübler-Ross model applies to those terminally ill. Those who know they’re dying, but are struggling to accept it.

There are five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and, finally, acceptance.

Beca has never thought much into it at all. Why would she? She’s twenty-two years old, she’s healthy, she has no reason to think about the cruel hands of death reaching so carelessly out to her, dragging her in much earlier than her time.

It surprises her, though, as she lay on the cold, hardwood floor of the.. whatever room this is, that those five stages all seem to come and go at once. It takes her all of thirty seconds to deny that that sharp pain in her side could’ve come from a knife puncturing through her skin, hitting vital organs, to feeling angry at the coward rushing from the room with his calloused hand covering his bearded face, eyes wide as if in complete disbelief.

He was the one wielding a fucking knife, she thinks, how does he seem so surprised?

Beca doesn’t believe in God. At least, she doesn’t think she does. But she finds herself silently begging someone, anyone, to wake her from what she wants to call a nightmare. She wishes so hard that she could snap her eyes open and she’d wake in her hotel bed, that ugly wallpaper hanging up before her, and her only issue that of breaking the news to the other girls that Khaled had chosen her. Not the Bellas... Just her.

The tears come not forty seconds later. They stain her cheeks, rolling silently down pale skin. Beca is positioned on her side, gravity doing its job as salty liquid begins to pool on the ground beneath her.

Ten seconds later and she’s moving a bloody hand from the gaping wound on her side, the one that doesn’t hurt anymore. Only a minute ago, she’d claim that she’d never felt pain like it, but now it just feels... Numb. She feels numb. And as her fingers stretch to the iPhone in her back pocket, screen cracked from the impact of the fall -- something Beca could’ve sworn had happened in slow motion, but the state of her screen would call her a liar -- she isn’t thinking about it at all.

She isn’t paralyzed with fear, she isn’t begging whoever is up there to let her wake from this hellish nightmare.

Instead, all she’s thinking about is Chloe.

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Her body feels limp, cold. She’s literally dying, yet all she can think about is flaming red hair and ocean blue eyes.

And all of the things she never got to tell her. All of the things she deserves to hear.

The smallest movement takes more time than Beca is used to. It’s like she’s frail, lame. She wants to do something so simple, she wants to unlock her phone and tap on Chloe’s contact, something she’s done so many times before that it’s just second nature to her now, but her thumb is moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Beca allows an aggravated sob to slip through her cracked, parted lips.

Somehow, she musters up the strength, and by the time the phone is lifted to her ear, eyes closed as she gulps down labored breaths, she can hear that almost melodic voice ringing out from the speaker.

“Um, Beca? Are you there? Did you butt-dial me?”

The brunette takes a sharp breath in. It causes the dull pain in her side to pick up, though it lessens on her slow exhale, and Beca forces all sadness from her voice. She doesn’t mean for it to sound so croaky, so exhausted, but she can’t help herself.

“Beca?”

“Hey. Yeah, Chlo. It’s me. I’m here,” she says in the most normal voice she can manage. She has the urge to cough, to clear her dry throat, but she refuses to let herself. She doesn’t want to give away any hint of there being anything wrong. She doesn’t want to worry Chloe. She just... She just wants to talk to her.

“Oh, hey! Where are you? The girls and I have been looking for you guys everywhere. Are you with Amy?”

The last thing Beca feels like doing is smiling, but her lips seem to tug upward slightly at the lighthearted sound of Chloe’s voice. The familiarity of it is so comforting, so peaceful somehow. Chloe is like her comfort blanket, and Beca isn’t afraid anymore. “Yeah. Hey, um, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

There’s a brief pause, before Chloe’s voice rings through the receiver again.

“Are you okay? You sound kind of weird. Are you sick?”

Beca takes that as her out.

“Yeah, I just have a sore throat,” she lies, and her response seems to be good enough for Chloe.

“Oh. Well, you should come back to the hotel, let me take care of you. You don’t want to make yourself even more sick.”

The concern in the redhead’s voice tells Beca she’s doing the right thing by keeping her in the dark. If she’s worried about something as simple as a sore throat, God only knows how she’d feel if she knew the truth. If she knew that she was laying here in an unfamiliar room, life gradually escaping her with each passing moment.

“Um, yeah.” She chooses not to tell her she’ll be there soon, because that would be a lie, and Beca has spent enough time lying to Chloe. She has spent four long, drawn out years lying to the other girl. If she’d been truthful with her, she’d tell her she’d been in love with her from the first time she’d laid eyes on her. The first time that little redhead in the blue dress with eyes that shone like sapphires had caught her attention, waving a flyer for a dumb a cappella group in her face, Beca had fallen hard, and she’d never managed to get back up.

Beca’s voice is still strained and croaky as she continues, though she has her sore throat cover to block more questions for now. “Remember earlier, when you were all smiley and even more adorable than usual?”

“Adorable?” There’s a shy kind of giggle sounding through the phone, one that causes Beca’s teeth to sink gently into her bottom lip as she pictures the look on the other girl’s face. She can see it so clearly, the way her eyes crinkle at the sides, her cheeks overtaken with a rosy tint of subtle pink.

“Uhh, I don’t know about that. But I know when you’re talking about, yes. What about it?”

“You know you’re adorable, Chlo,” Beca says in a softer, quieter voice. She finds that it’s easier this way, it doesn’t sound as strained. The fabric of her shirt is clinging to her body, and Beca doesn’t dare look down, she doesn’t want to see the deep red liquid pooling around her. She just wants to focus on Chloe. Just Chloe.

“Why was that? I mean, did you hear some news or something?”

It had taken a while for Chloe Beale to figure out her life plan. But when she’d finally decided on vet school, on a career that Beca thought was absolutely perfect for her, she’d thrown her whole heart and soul into it, the same way she’d always done the Bellas. Beca knows she’s been waiting for a phone call, and she hasn’t said so, but she’s pretty sure she’s been even more nervous about it than Chloe has. She wonders if it came, if that’s why her eyes were shining more brightly than ever before when she’d seen her earlier today.

She doesn’t allow herself to think about how that was the last time. She won’t.

“News? What kind of news?” Chloe asks, her voice almost sing-song sounding.

The playful tone makes Beca chuckle quietly under her breath, the movement doing nothing to help the wound in her side. But she can’t focus on that right now. She has precious little time left with Chloe Beale, and she’s going to spend it focusing on her. “Did they call?”

There’s a pause, and Beca worries for half a second that the line has gone dead. That they’ve been cut off somehow. But then she hears her again, she hears that familiar, beautiful voice, and suddenly she feels okay.

“Ugh, okay, you can’t say anything, okay?” Chloe begins, her voice lowering some. Beca wonders if she’s around any of the other girls, though she doesn’t ask. She just listens, lets Chloe continue. “I was going to wait until we were all together later, but I did get the call. I got it this morning. I got into vet school!”

Beca can practically hear the smile on Chloe’s face. She can feel her joy radiating through the phone, through the airwaves. It’s almost like she’s right beside her. Beca is not on a boat in the middle of nowhere, held hostage by Amy’s father like something from a poor, badly thought out action movie. And Chloe isn’t back at the hotel. They’re together, they’re right there next to one another, and Beca finds herself stretching out an arm, as if to take ahold of the other girl. She wants to feel her beside her, she imagines she’s so much closer.

“That’s so incredible, Chloe.” She pauses to catch her breath, to normalize her tone. “I mean, I knew you’d get in, but I’m so happy for you,” Beca says, her genuine excitement stifled by her current situation.

“Thank you! I’m so happy,” Chloe practically squeals, and that’s what Beca had wanted. When she’d called, she’d wanted to hear Chloe the way she would always think of her. That happy, melodic tone, that pep that, if it were coming from anybody else, would have Beca rolling her eyes hard enough for people to literally hear. But because it’s Chloe, all she can feel is grateful. That’s Chloe Beale. It’s her Chloe. And that’s all Beca had wanted.

“You know I’m so proud of you, right?” Beca doesn’t even realize her voice has quietened. She hasn’t done it purposely, but the room has begun to spin, her breathing growing faster.

“What? Bec, I can barely hear you. Where are you?”

She ignores the question.

“I’m proud of you, Chlo. I’m so proud of you, and...” Her hesitation makes no sense. She doesn’t have the time to hesitate. She doesn’t want to hesitate. So she forces herself to keep going, to say the one thing she’s wanted to say for four years now. “And I love you, Chloe.”

The redhead’s voice softens some as well, her tone almost bashful in response. “I love you too, Bec... Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

Her eyes have closed, short breaths fewer and further between. The room is still, calm, and Chloe’s voice sounds angelic in her ear. Heavenly.

“Beca? Bec, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

It’s that worry, that sudden air of concern that snaps Beca back to the present. She feels cold, she feels numb all over, and she feels the sweet release of sleep taking over her, but Chloe’s voice pulls her back, if only for a moment, just to reassure her. Because the last thing Beca had wanted to do was upset her. That’s the last thing she ever wants to do.

“I have to go, okay?” She whispers, salty tears beginning to sting the backs of her eyes once more. “Just... Know that I love you, okay? I love you.”

“Bec? I love you, too. Beca--”

Chloe’s voice sounds distant now, because Beca has pulled the phone slowly away from her ear, her thumb sweeping slowly across the end call button. If she could’ve stayed with her longer, she would’ve. God, she would’ve stayed with her so much longer. She would’ve told her so much more, she would’ve told her so much more and she would’ve done it so many times.

But it’s out there now. Those words she’d wanted to speak so many times, that emotion she’d wanted to convey to the one person whose existence is helping her feel anything but afraid, it’s all out there.

And Beca can close her eyes now. She loves Chloe Beale, and Chloe loves her in return.

And Beca can close her eyes. She can be at peace.

[they-thember]

Welcome to the world Melvin Sneedly.

(submitted by thelovablycynicalerinmac) Ten years ago Mr and Mrs Sneedly were expecting their first child. Mrs. Sneedly was almost full term. Throughout her pregnancy she continued working with her husband designing and testing various inventions, however her role was now limited to just taking notes and doing calculations on the side lines. While she missed being able to do more in the lab alongside her husband she knew it wasn’t an option, as a mother to be her baby’s health and safety came first.

Then one night at 4am three weeks before Mrs. Sneedly’s due date, The baby decided he was tired of waiting and was going to come out early. When Mrs. Sneedly was woken up by sharp pain in her abdomen she was certain that it was nothing. After all their weren’t any problems with her pregnancy or anything else that would suggest the possibility of going into labor this early.

But as the hours passed and her contractions got closer together and more intense it became clear that she was wrong. The baby was coming now and she had to get to the hospital, she grabbed her husbands shoulder “Gaylord?” she said, Gaylord sighed and turned to his wife “Dear, you do know how important it is that we finish and test this laser today? Right?” Gaylord Sneedly was a man who refused to pay anyone or anything even a second of attention until all his work for the day was done.

“I do Gaylord” said Mrs Sneedly “b..but”. “BUT WHAT?!” Gaylord asked, having lost any patience he had. “The baby is coming” his wife replied, her husband stood and stared at her for a minute or two before speaking again “But your not due for at least three weeks!” he said “I know!” she cried “But I’ve been having contractions for the past…” Mrs. Sneedly paused to check her watch “Four hours and forty five minutes!” She was beginning to panic “That means theirs a 50% that I’ll go into active labor in just a few more minutes!” Another contraction came and Mr. Sneedly caught his wife before she keeled over “O..okay dear, don’t worry I’ll get you to the hospital” he said “just as soon as I finish assembling the laser” he added.

“GAYLORD I AM ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH!!” Screamed Mrs. Sneedly. “And I am about to finish building this laser!” her husband replied “Just go lay in bed for now and I’ll come get you when I’m done, okay sweetie?” Mr. Sneedly gave his wife a kiss on the cheek as she let out an aggravated groan and left the lab “Don’t worry, I’ll be done in an hour!” He said.

Six hours later Mr.Sneedly still had not taken his wife to the hospital, she knew if she didn’t get there within the next few minutes she wouldn’t be able to go there at all. She struggled for a moment before getting out of bead and walked to the lab as fast as she could. When she got there she found her husband, still working. “WHAT HAPPENED TO AN HOUR?!” She asked, ready to strangle him.

Mr.Sneedly just glared at his wife “I finished the laser, but when I tried testing it it didn’t work” he said “so I’m making a few modifications, is that a problem?” He asked. Mrs.Sneedly was about to loose her mind when suddenly she heard a pop, followed by the feeling of warm liquid running down her legs. All she could say was “OH!”.

Mr.Sneedly finally looked away from his work and down at the puddle on the tile floor of the lab then at his terrified wife, before he could ask what happened his wife gave him the answer “ Gaylord, My water broke” she said. Five seconds later she had a contraction so painful she fell to her knees clutching her belly with both hands. “OH MY GOD!!!” Shouted Mr. Sneedly “Im so sorry dear!” He ran around trying to find his car keys “D.d…don’t panic I’ll get you to the hospital right away!” He said. “It’s too late for that Gaylord!” His wife cried “WHAT?!” Gaylord screamed

Mrs.Sneedly then positioned herself so that she was laying with her back against the wall and said “I’ve been in labor for twelve hours, I’m fully dilated and my water just broke” her husband just stared at her completely confused, it became painfully clear that he payed ZERO attention at any of the doctors appointments or Lamaze classes. “You have no idea what any of that means do you?” All Mr.Sneedly could say was “uhhhhhhhhhhh” before his wife snapped and cried out “IT MEANS IM GOING TO GIVE BIRTH RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”

Mr. Sneedly bolted down the hall into their bedroom and grabbed the first pregnancy book he could find. He went straight to the birth chapter and found the books guide to home birthing. He ran around the whole house like a maniac gathering up everything the book said he needed and brought it all into the lab.

As he put on a pair of rubber gloves he spoke to his wife “okay, I’ve got the towels, blankets and sterilized surgical equipment. Now I’m just going to check if I can see the baby’s head yet.” He said.

He then moved his wife’s skirt, lab-coat and other “garments” out of his way. The instant Gaylord examined his wife he became white as a sheet. “Well?” His wife asked “can you see the head?” He didn’t answer, instead he fainted. With her husband out cold Mrs.Sneedly had no choice but to deliver her baby all by herself.

And an hour of pushing, screaming and crying later Mrs.Sneedly succeeded, giving birth to a healthy baby boy (that was screaming his little head off) without any assistance or drugs. As she cut the newborns umbilical cord, cleaned him up and swaddled him in a clean blanket his crying grew softer and softer until it had stopped completely. Once he completely stopped wailing he opened his eyes and stared at his mother.

Mrs.Sneedly was speechless, her baby was absolutely perfect. He had had big beautiful brown eyes, three small freckles on each of his chubby cheeks, a tiny tuft of red hair on top of his head and a little button nose. He kept on staring and began to make little noises as he reached out to her with one of his small hands. Mrs. Sneedly chuckled, held out a finger for him to grab onto and said “hello Melvin, my sweet baby boy” Little Melvin smiled before yawning and putting his other tiny fist in his mouth as he fell asleep.

Only then did Mr.Sneedly finally wake up to find his wife looking both completely exhausted and angry wile holding their newborn son “well look who decided to join us.” She said “did you sleep well dear?” She asked keeping her voice down so she didn’t upset little Melvin. But Mr. Sneedly didn’t need his wife to scream or shout to know that A.) she was utterly furious with him or B.) he was in serious trouble.

After being rushed to the emergency room along with her son, Mrs.Sneedly didn’t speak to or even look at her husband for two whole weeks. And when she got pregnant again six years later Mrs Sneedly said to her husband “Gaylord, when I go into labor you WILL get me to a hospital or so help me I will reduce you to a puddle of plasma.”

(Submitted by thelovablycynicalerinmac)