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[tiny-maus-boots]

Always absolutely perfection... 👸🏼💞

🖤🖤 thank you!

[aubrey-plaza]

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Stacie ignores Cynthia Rose and Flo teasing her for the way her smile widens when Aubrey’s car turns onto their street and parks in front of her house, but when Emily wolf whistles — loud enough for Stacie to hear her but not so loud that Aubrey hears them — she turns to her cousin with a betrayed look.  

“You look like a puppy who’s just gotten a treat,” Emily says with a shrug, fingernail scratching at the label on her bottle of beer.  

“She did just get a treat, though,” Flo adds in and Stacie rolls her eyes before looking back at Aubrey, watching as the woman slides out of the driver’s seat and her eyes rake over the outfit. The sensible work boots, blue jeans and plain white tanktop are a look, but Stacie’s eyes are drawn to the red flannel tied around her waist, and she only drags her eyes away to look up, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail but wisps of hair still flying around her face.  

She rounds the car, opens the boot and soon enough Doc comes jumping out the back, circling Aubrey’s feet with his tail wagging and drawing a soft laugh from her as her hand falls to his head and scratches softly there.  

“Oh, and what a treat it is,” Cynthia Rose says, drawing Stacie’s attention and she frowns when she sees the way Cynthia Rose is leering at the blonde.  

Flo comes to her rescue, smacking CR’s arm and gesturing to Stacie. “That’s Stacie’s treat.”  

She doesn’t have time to address it before Emily gasps with delight and Stacie has just enough time to turn around before Doc stops in front of her and crawls halfway onto her, panting and licking at her face.  

Her giggles come immediately, fingers scratching behind his ears and he leans forward even more and if it weren’t for Cynthia Rose sticking out her leg to stabilise them, Stacie and her lawn chair would have toppled backwards.  

“Hello buddy,” she mutters and watches as Emily tentatively reaches out for a pet. Doc immediately goes to her, tail wagging as he sniffs her out and Stacie mocks a sad look. “Okay goodbye bud.”  

Aubrey’s soft laughs draws attention to her and how much closer she’s come, standing at the edge of Stacie’s property and watching them with a smile.  

“Hey-a neighbour.”  

“Having a party?” she asks with a curious look to the [cooler] of beer and the music coming from Emily’s bluetooth speaker.  

“Just taking a break from assembling furniture.”  

“I thought you said it would be delivered on Friday?” Aubrey asks, finally stepping across the invisible line keeping her back when Stacie reaches into the cooler and offers her a beer.  

“It was, but turns out assembling furniture by yourself is more difficult than I thought,” Stacie says and Aubrey’s laugh is loud as she shakes her head softly, her exasperation clear.  

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[cycwrites]

Why people keep interrupting me while i try to read this chapter... oh right i'm at work...😉 but i did it i finished, it took me a while but i did it and holy shit there was a lot but it was great really love the friendship, the teasing, the flirting, the song choices, and they (Staubrey) i hope you can given them time to establish their relatioship before "more" (and i wanna read about "more") but the chemistry you gave them is so beautiful that i would like to see what happens, anyway thanks.

I HATE when that happens lol. Doesn’t help when someone posts a billion word chapter on a Tuesday morning. (Sorreh!)

After my writer crisis last week I’ve worked through it all and will be ending it as originally intended as just solo ships.

The odds of there being a sequel have gone up exponentially, mostly because I love this version of the four of them together so much. (I may have a problem. I admit it.)

[roominthecastle]

Ginny with a baby... 😍

Arthur with a baby…

Ginny and Arthur with a baby…

Ginny and Arthur and Dwayne and his voice with a baby…

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The Lord provided.

Amen.

[snowtamale]

Hi please Staubrey + Whole Wide World by Cage the Elephant Thanks 😉

Aubrey doesn’t know why she keeps coming back to Tortuga. She has no business here, no interest in the girls, the drink, or the revelry. And it’s been more than a fortnight since she and Stacie have crossed paths.

After their encounter in Port Royal, they’ve only seen each other once, across the tavern just before a brawl erupted. It makes Aubrey wonder, if it was just the chase. Even if it was just the challenge of finally learning her name and bedding her, she’d still expected to at least see Stacie in passing.

But there’s been nothing.

Even the barkeep hasn’t seen Stacie come through the tavern doors in a month.

-

Aubrey seeks out a bounty that brings her to Port Royal,  but Stacie’s not there either.

-

Aubrey’s not looking for Stacie. She’s stopped caring about Stacie’s whereabouts.

It’s coincidental that she’s taken five different bounties that have led her to five different ports.

It doesn’t mean anything.

She spends most nights in port drinking at the local tavern, paying for her own mead.

It doesn’t mean anything.

She buys new maps from local merchants, always stamped in the corner with A. Conrad.

It doesn’t mean anything.

The next time Aubrey returns to Tortuga, she promises herself to put Stacie out of her mind.

(She winds up breaking that promise.)

-

Without any trace of Stacie and with more than enough gold in her pocket, Aubrey rounds up her crew and sails north, to Clew Bay. It’s far enough from London and filled with enough pirates that she won’t be in danger of capture, but close enough to her father that she can see him regularly.

(It’s not because the locals say their words with the same lilt and accent as Stacie.)

After a grueling week, filled with too many near run ins with the navy combined with a thick persistent fog that has made navigating c and poor weather, Aubrey takes up her crew on their offer to buy her a drink at the pub on the edge of the docks.

She hangs out with the sailors the obligatory one drink before she retreats to drinking at the bar, allowing her crew to cut loose without their captain watching them. She’s hunched over her second drink, eyes staring down the length of the bar vacantly.

Another person sidles up to the seat beside hers but Aubrey doesn’t react to the newcomer’s presence.  

“What- not even a hello?”

The voice magnetic and Aubrey finds herself turning to look at the figure next to her. Stacie is grinning at her, her face a little more tan than the last time they saw each other. Aubrey doesn’t return the smile and instead looks back at her drink, taking a long pull.

“You.”

“Me,” Stacie says, her voice more soft than flirty now.

She reaches out to touch Aubrey’s shoulder but Aubrey flinches away from her touch. Stacie frowns opening her mouth to say something but before she can, Aubrey abandons her half-finished drink on the bar, pushing away from the counter.

She heads straight for the pub’s exit and Stacie is hot on her heels.

“Hey-” Stacie starts, with a loose grasp on Aubrey’s arm.

Aubrey keeps her eyes trained on where Stacie’s hand is on her arm, avoiding Stacie’s gaze, “let go of my arm.”

Stacie drops her elbow immediately. Aubrey continues on her way towards the tavern exit. Stacie follows, but at a distance.

“Aubrey,” Stacie calls out after her, “Aubrey. Aubrey!”

Aubrey stops and turns so quickly that Stacie almost walks right into her, “What do you want?”

“I went looking for you in Tortuga,” Stacie answers, rocking backwards onto her heels, surprised at Aubrey’s hostile tone, “but no one’s seen you around.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Aubrey…”

“What do you want? You chased me, you got me, you left,” Aubrey snaps, finally meeting Stacie’s stare for a moment before looking away again, “What else do we have to say to each other?”

“That’s not what happened Aubrey.”

“Really.”

“Really.”

“I went back to Tortuga more than once a fortnight and you were nowhere to be found.”

“My work kept me away.”

“Explain.”

Stacie scans the street, rubbing at the cuff of her right sleeve absently.

There are a few lone townspeople still walking up and down the street. A few drunk sailors stumble out of the same pub they exited minutes prior. One begins retching in the middle of the street and the other two attempt to drag their friend back towards the docks.

A passing guard eyes them curiously. Aubrey glares at him until Stacie nudges her and jerks her head in the direction of a narrow alleyway. Aubrey exhales noisily but follows Stacie back towards a narrow, homey inn.   

Stacie leads Aubrey up the side staircase and into a small room on the third landing. The amount of furniture makes the room feel cramped. There’s a small square table that runs right up against the edge of the bed with two stools crammed underneath the bed.

Stacie pulls out the stools and gestures for Aubrey to sit at the table, while she squeezes around the room, to light the lone oil lamp. She carefully walks over to the table. As she sets the lamp down on the center of the table, her sleeves rise above her wrists briefly, exposing deep, raw, wounds on her right wrist.

“Stacie-” Aubrey’s hand reaches towards Stacie instinctively, “what happened?”

Stacie steps back out of her reach, “some people ask for my help more nicely than others.”

Aubrey sits back up on her stool, studying Stacie’s face. Stacie meanwhile busies herself with folding her cloak to avoid Aubrey’s gaze.  

“Who did that to you?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does to me.”

Stacie looks up from the cloak in her lap, finally meeting Aubrey’s eyes. Aubrey stares right back and it’s all Aubrey can do to keep her eyes from falling to Stacie’s lips. She licks her lips subconsciously, finally looking away so that she can think again.

“Who did that Stacie?”

“What are you going to do Aubrey? Hunt them down and punish them?”

Yes.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Give me your hand.”

“Aubrey-”

Aubrey holds out a hand, palm up, on the table, glaring at Stacie until Stacie lays her right hand in Aubrey’s. Aubrey produces a clean cloth from her coat pocket. She douses the cloth with some liquid from her flask before gently pressing the damp cloth into the wound.

Stacie hisses at the sting of alcohol on her raw skin but she doesn’t move her hand from Aubrey’s. She studies Aubrey’s face as Aubrey carefully cleans her wounds.

“Do you have an extra shirt?”

Stacie points at the chest behind Aubrey’s stool. Aubrey digs around until she finds the shirt. She momentarily releases Stacie’s hand to rip a strip of the shirt off the bottom for a makeshift bandage. As she dresses Stacie’s wrist, Aubrey speaks, her voice low and serious,

“You should sail with us on my ship.”

“And smuggle sacks of flour from London to Clew Bay.”

“We’re redistributing resources to those who are in need.”

Aubrey has finished wrapping the bandage around Stacie’s wrist, but continues to hold Stacie’s hand with one hand. Stacie stares at their joined hands and makes no move to stop their hand hold.

“I’m no sailor Aubrey. I’m a cartographer.”

“You can learn.”

[backtobasicbellas]

Stacie Conrad 😍

a song that reminds me of them: break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored - ariana grande

what they smell like: sweet perfume, like at all times 

an otp: aubrey, beca

a notp: uhh honestly idk

favorite platonic/familial relationships: chloe, emily

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i truly cannot think of one rn

the position they sleep in: every. inch. of. bed. covered. by. long. limbs.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: ok hear me out stacie as a hot spy.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn:

(found this gif on pinterest)

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[beca-mitchell]

Dude I LOVE YOUR EDITS (and stories) SO MUCH!!!! THANKYOUSOMUCH 😊😉

AAHH thank you so much!! Hope you have a great weekend <3

[aliciameade]

Hey how was the party? Did you enjoy it?

I had a great time but I’m not sure if the number of times I’ve thrown up since I left the party, or the knot on my head from falling and hitting it on the door jamb trying to get to my own bathroom, has been worth it.