A/N: Ahh I just realised I haven't done one disclaimer yet! So:
Disclaimer: I only own the characters you don't recognise from pitch perfect or anywhere else
A/N: There we go, haha. So guyssss this is a Staubrey fic! I really hope you like it, I found it really hard to do as it's the first staubrey fic I've ever done which is why it took so long so sorry about that .
Prompt from fleurmione
Beca and Stacie playing prank to Aubrey which end up with Bree being Stacie's gf
Oh, also you guys, I'm doing the prompts in order of like when I was asked to do them so if you reviewed say, yesterday, then it might be a little while until the prompt actually gets uploaded but I promise to get them all done!
(ALSO THEY'RE ALL 12 IN THIS FANFIC)
Prank
"Are you sure?" The taller brunette asked wearily, turning around and shining the flashlight into her friend's eyes.
"Watch it, Stace!" Beca growled, rubbing her eyes.
"Sorry!"
"Of course I'm sure! You do like her, don't you?" Beca whispered, squinting up at her.
The blush that crept up her face confirmed Beca's suspicions.
"Right, then let's do it,"
"What if her parents wake up? You know how Bree's mom and dad get,"
Beca rolled her eyes. "We'll be fine! If they catch us then we'll just say we were getting some milk or something,"
"Okay," Stacie agreed.
They heard a small rattle, making Stacie gasp and cling onto Beca. "What was that?"
"Oh my god, you're such a wimp! It was probably just mini-Bree,"
"I am not!"
"Then shut up and focus!"
The two girls crept around the house, trying to keep their giggles to a bare minimum. To be honest, Beca was surprised that they hadn't already been caught by someone with all the noise they were making; at least half of the stairs creaked as they stepped on them, and she had already knocked over a vase which (thank god, or the Posen family would all have a heart attack) didn't break, and Stacie had definitely tripped over something which made a loud clank.
"Why didn't we wake Chlo up, again?" Stacie asked with a frown, looking back towards Aubrey's room.
"Because we all know that Chloe is a blabber mouth, whether she likes to admit it or not. We planned this prank two days ago, and remember what happened last time? She let it spill to Aubrey as soon as she saw her! It resulted in us not getting to play Mario kart! That cannot happen again," Beca explained.
Stacie giggled at the memory, hitting her friend's arm lightly. "You're so mean!"
"It's true!"
"She's, like, your best friend!"
"So? Jeez, everyone's always telling me not to lie and then when I don't lie I'm in the wrong!" Beca said, rolling her eyes and pouting.
"Only because you're a horrible liar," Stacie teased, dodging the light punch that was thrown her way.
"I'm not, I just…don't like to…um…" Beca trailed off, blushing as she desperately tried to think of something.
"I rest my case."
"Whatever," The smaller girl grumbled.
They reached the kitchen, and Beca turned to Stacie. "Okay, follow my lead,"
She crept in like a cat burglar, looked left and right, before proceeding to do a roll to the fridge.
"Why are you rolling around?" Stacie asked with a snort.
"Because we're on a mission!" Beca hissed back, carefully opening the fridge as if she expected it to blow up any second.
"You're such a dork."
"Thanks," Beca said, sending her friend a sickly sweet smile before looking through the fridge. "Get the honey,"
Stacie walked over to the cupboard and unceremoniously opened it with a loud and audible bang. Beca let out a sudden squeal at the sound and jumped about a foot in the air. She whipped around and glared at her friend, who was displaying her best 'oops' face.
"Stacie!" She whisper-yelled at her. "Oh my god, I can hear someone coming."
"I'm sorry, Beca," Stacie muttered. "It was an accident,"
"Now the plan's backfired! Everything! Poof! There's no way we're gonna be able to pull this off now, and you're not gonna be able to tell Bree anything. Look what you've done! The stairs are creaking, Stace, THE STAIRS ARE CREAKING!"
Stacie's bottom lip trembled as Beca quietly shouted at her. She always crumbled under pressure. "I'm sorry…"
Beca saw that Stacie was close to tears, so she decided to drop it (for now, at least) and gingerly hug the taller girl. Stacie was surprised by the hug, as Beca doesn't really hug anybody, except Chloe. There was always an exception for Chloe.
"Don't cry, we'll just do it later. Or…whenever. I'm sorry for yelling," She whispered.
"O-Okay," Stacie nodded, sniffing slightly.
"What are you girls doing up so late at night? Are you both okay, do you feel ill, do you need anything?" Mrs Posen asked, flicking on the light in the kitchen.
"M-Mrs Posen!" Beca squeaked, letting go of Stacie immediately "Um, we were just, well, you see, there was this-"
"Me and Beca couldn't really sleep so we thought we'd just get some milk, if that's okay with you, Mrs Posen?" Stacie asked cutely, and her smile would have been enough to convince Mrs Posen that she was really an alien spy from Mars with a degree in inspecting 30% cotton, 50% polyester and 20% meatloaf white gloves.
"Oh, that's fine, Stacie. You get your milk and hop along to bed, alright? And if Aubrey or Chloe are up, tell them to go to sleep, okay? You all need rest if we're going to go trampolining tomorrow. Or was it ice skating?"
"Ice skating, Mrs Posen," Beca supplied with a smile.
"That's it! Well, goodnight girls,"
"Goodnight," The two chorused, watching with hopeful eyes as Aubrey's mom turned around.
Only to turn back around and walk over to the fridge.
"Let me get that milk for you, dears,"
Beca rolled her eyes and nodded, not bothering to smile this time. There was always a reason as to why Mrs Posen couldn't just leave them to their own devices.
'What are we gonna do now?' Stacie mouthed to her whilst Mrs Posen's back was turned.
Beca only shrugged her shoulders, giving Stacie a helpless look.
"There you go, girls, have a nice sleep," Mrs Posen said, handing them each a glass.
"You too," They chorused, watching as Mrs Posen made her way back to the bedroom.
"Now what?" Stacie asked.
Beca looked deep in thought for a second. "We have to go back to Aubrey's room. Knowing Mrs Posen, she'll probably have her ear pressed up to the door listening for us to safely get back to Bree. Then we'll wait half an hour before going back out."
"Why don't we just make one trip and bring the milk and the whipped cream and honey and stuff with us now?"
"But what if she catches us?"
Stacie shrugged, waving her off.
"You better be right, Conrad, or-"
"You won't ever talk to me ever again, I know," Stacie said, rolling her eyes. Beca always tried to intimidate her with this trick, and after the fifth threat Stacie learnt that it was the only thing she knew how to say, and she never meant it.
It took another ten minutes to find everything that the girls had planned, but finally they were back in Aubrey's room with two glasses of lukewarm milk, honey, whipped cream, a box of cheerios and a bottle of maple syrup. They had a lot of work to do.
"Okay, so." Beca started, picking up the maple syrup and honey. "We have to be really quiet, Stace, if she wakes up we won't be invited to any sleepovers ever again. First we need to get the syrup and honey on her face without waking her up,"
"She won't wake up; Bree sleeps like a rock," Stacie said, her stomach fluttering wildly and her cheeks flushing from only uttering half of Aubrey's name.
Oh yes, Stacie had it bad.
"Okay, good, that makes it, like, ten times easier. Here," She handed the taller of the two the honey.
They giggled quietly, making little remarks on this or that. Beca almost blocked the blonde's airway, which made her shiver with fright and excitement. The girls were surprised that nobody waked up, considering all the barks of laughter that was erupting the silence of the night. It felt like only five minutes later the sun was starting to rise, and Aubrey looked like she had gone to a hell made out of breakfast and back. Her face was sticky with maple syrup and honey, she had whipped cream across the crown of her head and eyebrows, and there were cheerios covering her face as if they were chicken pox.
Needless to say, both girls were extremely proud of their work.
"Cheers, to a probable best friend-turned-girlfriend relationship!"
Stacie giggled and clinked her glass against Beca's, before downing her milk. Aubrey started to stir, and both Beca and Stacie gasped before rushing back to their sleeping bags.
Aubrey blinked against the light pouring into her bedroom, the bright pink walls far too bright at this time of the morning. She immediately noticed that something was off. Looking around, Chloe was in the sleeping bag next to her, asleep with a small smile on her face (honestly, does she ever stop smiling?), and Beca and Stacie were also sleeping. But then she noticed the white thing on the redhead's nose. It looked like a dollop of…whipped cream?
Then she realised.
And proceeded to squeal.
(Screaming was unnecessary).
"Posen?" Beca asked uncertainly, putting on her best 'I've-just-woken-up-and-am-still-trying-to-get-my-bearings-so-excuse-me-if-I-sound-like-a-sleep-deprived-grizzly-bear' voice. "Are you okay?"
"Who did this?" Her sharp voice sounded, sitting up and glaring at Beca. "Chloe? Chloe! Wake up!"
"Huh?" Chloe asked, and Beca couldn't help but think about how cute the redhead sounded in the mornings. "Wha'happen?"
"DO YOU SEE THIS?!" Aubrey asked, pointing to her face. "Who is the culprit? Who?!"
Chloe only broke out into a fit of giggles and snorts, covering her mouth and falling back onto her pillow. But there was something in the way of her nose, and she only began to guffaw as she licked the whipped cream off of her face.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Stacie asked, staring at Aubrey.
"Don't pretend like you don't know, Stacie!"
"Don't know what?"
"Who did this?"
"Um…" Stacie said, trailing off.
"We did," Beca said, trying (and failing) not to smirk.
"Are you serious?"
Beca and Stacie both bit their lips and nodded.
Aubrey took a deep breath. "I cannot believe you guys did this to me, at my own sleepover, in my own house!"
"Yeah…"
Then she did the unexpected. Aubrey laughed. "This is perfect! How did you do it?"
"We just got all the stuff from your kitchen and put it on you whilst you were asleep," Stacie said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"And I didn't even wake up?"
"If you woke up do you think we would be having this conversation right now?" Beca said, rolling her eyes. "No, but you did almost stop breathing!"
Aubrey snorted, picking off a cheerio and popping it in her mouth.
"And we took a picture!" Stacie piped, grinning.
"You're helping me clear this up," Aubrey said, raising her eyebrow at Stacie.
"Nooooo!" Stacie said, as if she had just been defeated by the wicked witch of the west. "Do I have-"
Beca nudged her in the stomach. "Do. It." She said through gritted teeth.
Stacie caught on and changed her tone. "Okay then, let's go to the bathroom,"
Aubrey got up and led the way, winking at Beca and mouthing thanks as she did so.
"This was a pretty expert prank you pulled, Conrad," Aubrey said, grinning at her.
Stacie blushed. "Thanks, Beca did most of it though,"
"But you helped!"
"Yeah…" Stacie mumbled, looking down at her feet. Once in the bathroom, Aubrey jumped up onto the counter whilst Stacie fished out a towel and ran it under the tap.
"Oh no, Stace, we can't put good cheerios to waste,"
"Then how are we gonna get it off?" Stacie asked, giggling slightly at the thought of her best friend wearing cheerios all day.
"We eat," Aubrey said simply, picking off another hoop and popping it into her mouth.
Stacie blushed a deep red, reaching out to gently pick one off of her crush's face. "Man, these are good!"
"Of course they're good, they've been on my face," Aubrey replied with a smirk.
Stacie laughed, picking off another five. The girls had eaten all the cheerios in a few minutes. Stacie decided to push the boundaries and scoop the maple syrup off of Aubrey's face with her finger. Aubrey giggled and followed her lead. Sooner or later, the blonde's face was clean of all syrups and cereals. Both girls were quiet for a moment, staring at each other.
Stacie swallowed her pride and whispered, "I really like you, Bree. Like, I like like you,"
Aubrey already knew this thanks to a certain little bird, but she still couldn't believe that it was coming out of Stacie's own mouth. "R-Really?"
Stacie nodded. When Aubrey didn't reply, she bit her lip. "You probably don't even like me anyway, sorry, just-just forget that I even said that. Nothing weird just happened, I don't even-"
"I like you too." Aubrey said, smiling at her.
"Wait, what?"
"I like you too," Aubrey repeated, giggling. "I actually knew all about this prank,"
"You did?"
"Yeah, me and Beca planned this a week ago. I've liked you for ages!" Aubrey said, spreading her arms apart to demonstrate how long she had been liking Stacie.
"You have?"
"Yeah!"
"So…now what?" Stacie asked, relieved. "Are we together now?"
"We are if you want to be," The blonde whispered, staring into Stacie's eyes.
"I want to be," Stacie confirmed, an adorable smile playing on her lips as she realised what exactly was going on. Aubrey Posen was asking her to be her girlfriend! And she was agreeing! Stacie had only ever dreamed of this moment. Usually she was the one in the group who liked a different person every day. But for the last 6 months she's only had eyes for the adorable blonde who was currently sitting in front of her. It was as if Christmas had come early.
"Yay!" Aubrey bubbled, planting a soft kiss on the brunette's cheek. "You do not know how long I've been waiting for this!"
"Oh, I think I do,"
A/N: Fin! Sorry if it wasn't up to your expectations guys, that's the first time I've ever written Staubrey . But it can only go up from here, right? I think the next Staubrey oneshot I do will be better anyway haha
But I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
Oh, also, fleurmione, do you mean like "Goo goo gah gah" kind of baby talks? If not can you please explain haha sorry for being dumb and not getting it .