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drpsyche · 7 years

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Turnabout

Rating: M

Word Count: 4303

Based on @drawbauchery‘s College AU and a sequel to Serenader the other fic I wrote for her.

Our favorite OC from hell laments on her failure to win the love of her dreams, and needs to refocus. Maybe put a camera up in her room, see what she's up to.

I push my way through the doors of the on campus bar and scan the insides, it’s decently crowded. I finally spot them, my “friends,” sitting at a table near the center. Carnelian is currently gorging herself on a plate of hot wings whilst Aquamarine is flipping through her phone, looking up every so often to see just how much Carnelian can eat.

I make my way to them and sit down at the table, grumbling.

“How’d the plan with the cute blonde go?” Aqua asks, not looking up from her phone.

“That dumb lawyer chick threw the book at me!” I respond.

“Yeah, it was hilarious,” Carnelian says, her mouth still full, “Like she literally threw half a dozen big-ass law books at her. Smashed my Marc Anthony CD, but that’s worth it knowing that she nearly got decapitated.”

“Hey, fuck you, I replaced that CD.”

“Yeah, but I still like the image of her kicking your ass.”

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes, and changing the subject I continue, “So Aqua, how goes your future conquests?”

“Alright,” Aqua says, putting her phone down, “I’ve got a good opener for her.”

Carnelian and I lean in to listen to her pick up line (Aqua’s full of them).

“Those earrings you’ve got look nice on your ears. Y’know what else would look nice around your ears?”

Aqua pauses for effect.

“My thighs.”

She makes the eyebrows at that final line.

I don’t get it.

“Y’know, because she’s got those big nice looking earrings?” Aqua says, trying to dispel our confusion.

“Wait, so she’s going to carry around your severed legs on her ears?” Carnelian asks.

“Oh wow, that’d be so fucked up!” I say, “Topaz’d just be walking around, and these tiny baby legs would just be hanging off her ears, tumbling in the breeze, and everyone would be like ‘damn, she totally dismembered someone, Topaz’s a badass!”

Carnelian laughs at that.

“No you dumbasses!” Aqua snaps, “I’m going to have my thighs around her head, and she’s going to eat me out! Goddamnit, that’s so basic!”

“I prefer the dismemberment interpretation better,” Carnelian says, “It’s just so much cooler and funnier than her going down on you.”

“Alright, my turn,” I say, pulling out a cloth from my pocket. “So get this, I go up to a girl that’s looking for someplace to sit right? So I ask her if I can polish the seat for her, and then...”

I wipe my face with the cloth.

“Huh? Huh?”

Aqua and Carnelian both stare at me.

“Oh my god that’s brilliant!” Aqua says.

“No it’s not,” Carnelian replies, annoyed, “You ripped that off of Family Guy!”

“No I didn’t!” I say, defensively, “...It was American Dad.”

Carnelian rolls her eyes at me.

“Alright, Alright,” Aqua says, “I’ve got another. Hey Carnelian,what do you like to eat?”

Aqua responds to her rhetorical question before Carnelian can answer, “You know what I like to eat?”

She does that eyebrow thing again.

Carnelian looks at her unimpressed, swallows her bit of chicken and says: “4 out of 10”

“Oh fuck you, that’s some 10 out of 10 material right there!” Aqua says, indignant.

“Yeah, that was an amazing line!” I say to her.

“Oh, well if Alexa thinks it was a good line, then 3 out of 10.” Carnelian responds before taking another wing and ripping into it.

“Ok, instead of you being a negative bitch all night, why don’t you think of a good pick up line?” I say to her.

“Hm,” Carnelian says, exaggerating a thinking motion, “Should I think up sleazy pick up lines or continue to gorge myself on chicken? What to do what to do?”

She takes another bite of her hotwings, mocking us with her noncompliance to our pinnacles of wit.

“Jesus, Carnelian, how many of those have you had?” Aqua asks.

I lean back in my chair and begin to zone out. They’re being uninteresting again, and I need to find a way back into Peri’s life.

“Heavy training tomorrow,” Carnelian responds, “Jasper said we should fill up on carbs.”

“Well shouldn’t you be eating pasta or rice? Hot Wings aren’t that great a source in carbohydrates.”

Carnelian shrugs and continues to eat away at her plate of wings which is now mostly bones.

I reflect on my failure to catch Peri’s attention. There has to be something I can do to get her to notice me. I’ve already tried to talk to her, a ton of times. It’s easy honestly, with her schedule on hand and knowledge of the paths she takes to get from building to building, it’s easy to bump into her and pretend it’s a coincidence. She’s been catching wise to it lately and been trying to change things up. I hate it when she travels with a group, there’s just so many people around and she can blow me off so easily. It’s not fair.

I can’t believe she’s doing this to me, goddamnit, why does she have to make everything so hard? There has to be a way around her ways around me.

Carnelian finishes the last of her hot wings and leaves to go and buy some enchiladas. My god can she eat.

I lean over to Aqua and say, “I’ve got a new plan with Peridot.”

“I’m listening,” Aqua says, smiling at me to continue.

“She keeps trying avoid me so I found a means to keep tabs on her. I managed to buy a small camera from Amazon. It was decently priced and has a good clear range and image and sound quality. When Peri’s out, I’m going to track down her dorm room, and plant it in there. Don’t worry, I’ve unpackaged it, assembled it and put in the batteries all with gloves on, so my fingerprints aren’t anywhere. I��ll have a front row seat to any and all of her comings and goings, her interests, her plans, and what she does when those two have their way with her.”

I practically spit out the mention of her girlfriends.

“From there it’s a work in progress, but I can schedule myself around what she does. I can find out what restaurants she goes to and maybe meet her there. I can find out what she likes, and see if I can get her anything. I can find out if and when those other two need to take long trips and leave her alone, or if she needs to take a trip… by herself, and where. I can find out if she thinks about me, and what exactly she does with those law students. Just think about the possibilities!”

Aqua’s giving me a look now, it’s a Carnelian look. It’s one of those “what-you’re-describing-is-unethical-and-disturbing” kinds of looks. Only losers get those looks in their eyes; people who let opportunities pass them by and pretend that makes them more moral. God Aqua can be such a hypocritical downer.

“That sounds… awful, honestly. Like the boombox thing was fine and all, but spying on her seems creepy,” Aqua says, her face twisted into concern.

“Oh get over it,” I reply, rolling my eyes, “It’s not anything different than what you would do!”

“I just think up pick-up lines, I don’t take photos of people’s class schedules when they aren’t looking or put cameras in their rooms. Alexa… that’s messed up.”

“Damn, when did you start to turn into Carnelian?”

“When did you turn into the chick from Fatal Attraction?”

I glare at her. That’s the problem with friends, they’re only with you for the fair weather. Carnelian returns with her plate of enchiladas. Aqua regards me with suspicion for the rest of the night (because she’s a bitch) and I slowly formulate my scheme. I can’t be caught in the dorms, the RA, Holly, is plenty suspicious because I hang around the building a lot. So this time I’m going to climb the windows and try and find Peridot’s room that way. I’m a genius, there’s no way this can go wrong!

(The next night)

I reach my leg across and easily find footing on the adjacent window sill. I’m at Peri’s dorm, two floors up, and under the cover of dusk. Most of the students are either out for the night or at the cafeteria for dinner. I rack my brain to remember which window I saw her in while the crazy law-student tried to kill me. Damn, I can’t quite remember it!

I pull myself up to the floor above me. These window sills are amazing! It’s so easy to find purchase on them and scale this building! I’m surprised no one else has tried this. The climb’s made slightly difficult by the gloves I’m wearing. No fingerprints, but less grip; a tradeoff.

Sadly my search has amounted to me peering into every window I can to see if the room matches what Peri would live in. I continue this tedious method with the window I’m currently at.

This room is nice, it’s tidy and pink. The shelves are littered with geodes, books on geology, and old Amethyst Princess of Gemworld comic books. The room is occupied, and I recognize Roxanne sitting on her bed with her back to me. Roxy was that kid who had a pet rock in preschool… and elementary school… and middle school… and high school… and now college.

She’d naturally been drawn to a major in geology and frequently attended archeological digs. I remember her carving an 8 sided dice for Sour Cream’s DnD session out of some Obsidian.

Right now Roxy was talking to her pet rock, and giving it a weird voice to make it look like it was talking back. The window was open a bit and I, sadly, was exposed to this bout of strangeness.

“I don’t know what to do Rocky Jr., I just feel like they stare when I talk about the things I like. Not just looking at me, staring at me like I’m some kid who eats paste. It’s that look in their eyes, where they’re not listening to you, they’re indulging you, y’know? Like I’m someone who they need to feel sorry for,” Roxy said.

“They don’t really think that,” the rock “said”, “Even if they did, you study rocks now! They can’t think your science work is child’s play!”

“I don’t know. I feel like I talk about rocks too much and I’m too into them. Like if I’m in a situation I can’t engage people about anything but my interests.”

“You shouldn’t feel so down! You shouldn’t let other people make you feel bad about your passion! Even if they don’t like you, you’ve always got me. And who needs friends who just look down on you all the time.”

“Really?” Roxy said, sounding oddly sentimental for a conversation she was having with herself.

“Of course, Roxy, I’ll keep loving you no matter what!”

“Awww,” Roxy says, hugging her pet rock.

What a loser.

I move to the next window. Inside I see two other students talking. Blue is looking at herself in the mirror, having tried on a new dress. Blue’s a very quiet girl, very shy, hard to tell what’s going on in her head. Still very cute though. Her dyed bangs cover half her face, likely because she’s afraid of holding eye-contact with anyone. She’s currently wearing a pale blue and white long sleeve dress and admiring herself.

“I think it looks nice,” she says, slow and deliberate as if she’s nervous someone will snap if she says the wrong thing, “What about you?”

On the bed is Padparadscha. She’s smiling that semi-vacant smile she always has, and idly swinging her legs from under her.

The pair wait in silence until she opines, “It looks so nice on you!”

She beams with positivity and her words attain a level of sincerity I find hard to emulate.

“You said that about the last two,” Blue replies. Her voice isn’t annoyed or even matter-of-fact. She just sounds like she wants Pad to elaborate.

They sit in silence for a while longer before Pad replies,

“That’s because they all look good! But I like this one.”

“Do you think she’ll like it?” Blue asks.

She? Damn, never knew Blue could find a girlfriend. There’s shrinking violets and then there’s pre-shrunken microscopic violets.

Pad’s pauses fill the air with conversation killing silence. This is why no-one hangs around with her.

“Based on past experiences, I do think she will love it! Yes, I can see it now!” Pad replies, giddy.

Well this is even sadder than the rock girl, so I move to the next window sill.

Now we’re getting somewhere. The insides of this room are more suited to Peri’s interests. There’s several shelves spanning the length of the right wall, full of toy space ships and figurines. She’s into that science fiction crap, I know because I’ve checked her spending receipts and seen the books she reads. There’s a lot of green in the room, her favorite color, and a decent amount of tech lying around (television, computer, tablet, etc.).

I open the window sill fully and climb in. Where would be the best place to position this camera? It needs to be able to catch a decent amount of sound and be hidden. I examine the computer. It seems like a good idea to stick it next to the monitor, but it’s in such easy visibility. Putting it under the bed seems like a good idea as it would be hidden and while the picture wouldn’t be there, I could get audio. Perhaps I could put it behind one of her figurines? But she might move those and discover them. The best place would have to be in the corner underneath the lowest shelf. It’s not readily visible, and from the far corner it’s got a good view of the majority of the room. She’ll have no real reason to check there.

I check the bed once more. While under the shelf seems the best, maybe one of the bedposts can-

The door opens and in strolls Emerald. She’s in her ROTC uniform, carrying a box under one arm and grumbling to herself.

“Damnit, international fees are a bitch and a half. Then Customs loses the damn thing AFTER I paid their greedy asses and-”

She stops in the middle of her rant and her mismatched eyes focus on me. I’m on my knees with a camera in one hand, and shifting her bedding with the other.

“Uhhhhh,” I stammer, desperately trying to think up an excuse, “This… isn’t what it looks like.”

Emerald’s features get angrier.

“You’re stalking that girl again aren’t you? And you thought this was her room!”

“Oh wow, so I, uh, I guess it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“Goddamnit,” Emerald barks, and I know she probably has a good future in the military, “First you wake my tired ass up with Marc Anthony, and now this? Fucks sake what’s wrong with you?”

At this point, with my cover blown, I realize I have to change the subject, so I immediately point at one of the spaceships on the wall, it’s green and with a skull and crossbones at the front.

“Wow, you have a pretty nice collection here. I mean jeez, you really went the extra mile, what’s this one from?”

Emerald turns to the ship I’m pointing at and says,

“Ah, that’s the Arcadia from Galaxy Express 999 and Captain Harlock, this specific version is from the anime adaptation of the latter. It’s quite a majestic ship, you know, scarred, duty bound, and proud like it’s captain. It’s also got quite a nice heft to it, the designers really went ahead and made it feel good. It’s decently heavy, heavy enough that I can break your fucking nose with it if you don’t get the hell out of my room!”

“Yes ma’am,” I say, quickly bolting for the window.

I climb out easily and jump to the next window sill, Emerald slamming the window shut behind me. I can hear her yelling about how shit the administration is for making the window’s open from the outside. And y’know what? She has a point. Our windows need to be more secure so people like me can’t climb into them.

But they’re not and I can, so what are you gonna do?

After trying a few other rooms to no result, I feel like giving up. I climb to the next window and peer in. My god all this climbing is tiring. There’s something I feel like I’m forgetting about this specific room.

When I look in, I see a board on the right wall, papers and string are attached to it va magnets. Written on these various papers are conspiracy theories. Ideas on how the moon might be sentient, how aliens walk among us and are hidden by the government, how milk may be used to make the populace subservient, and how the bowling alley from Fargo was secretly the Black Lodge from Twin Peaks.

Next to that is a book shelf with a variety of heavy looking books. They’re farther in and I can’t really read the writing. Various articles of clothing are strewn about on the floor and on the bed to the far left wall sits the room’s occupant lounging on her bed and staring straight at me.

Oh shit.

It’s the blonde law student again, resting on her bed with an open book, wearing an oversized t-shirt. She noticed me the moment my head appeared at the window.

A big smile comes to her face. This is bad.

“Oh. My. God!” she exclaims, tossing her book away, “I knew you’d come back! Take that Bell.”

Oh crap, oh crap. I begin to weigh my options on how to get out of this.

“This was in another dream I had!” Yana exclaims, “A mysterious ruffian appears at my window sill, and me an innocent maiden, relatively anyway, sitting here, alone at the mercy of the untowards thoughts of my intruder. Oh what dark lusts do you- oh, hold on”

She quickly kicks back her sheets, making sure to show off her bare legs to me. Then she leans back, the back of her arm resting on her forehead, her face taking on the expression of the women on those bodice ripper novels.

“Oh woe is me, a tall beautiful stranger has stumbled upon me in a state of undress. I am at the whims of her depraved thoughts. Oh to be struck down and ravished in my pristine youth. My body has not yet known the true passions that can be yearned by such an individual. May her ministrations be gentle.”

Yana winked at me and I could feel a cold chill run down my spine. This bitch is crazy. I look down. I’m at least 3-4 stories from the ground and I debate whether the fall would kill me… and also if that would be a bad thing if it meant getting away from her.

“I’ll have you know, I’m not wearing any pants right now,” she says, doing an eyebrow raise worthy of Aqua.

“There’s something so exciting about seeing you here like this! You scaled an entire building just for me!” Yana continues.

Yana looks at me expectantly. I look at the ground expectantly. If I can land on the bushes, they might break my fall and perhaps only my leg. I need to make a decision quickly.

Yana however seems to tire of the time it takes for me to think, and she jumps up from the bed and heads to me. Crap.

I’m surprised how quickly she get’s up and in my suprise I accidently let go of the window frame. Yana’s too quick however as she grabs me by the shirt and yanks me inside.

We fall inwards, she hitting the ground and me on top of her. This new development pleases her greatly.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” she says, a lecherous smile on her face, “So forward! My my.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and I immediately jerk into a standing position, dropping her back on the floor.

“Listen, I need to… uh-” I stammer.

Damn, I’m stuck here with my cover completely blown by this looney. Yana get’s to her feet easily.

“You knew my wife would be out for the evening didn’t you?” Yana continues, advancing on me, “Now’s the perfect time to do this, she’ll never know! It will be just between us.”

I start to back away as she comes at me. My god this has spiralled out of control very quickly. And… this chick’s married? She’s barely older than I am, what the hell? I realize that the open window’s behind me now and I’ve got no place to go. Yana gingerly runs her hands over me and rests them on my shoulders.

“Mmm, you’ve got a bit of muscle on you, I like it.”

I can feel myself sweating, fuck.

“Listen I-”

She puts her finger to my lips.

“Shush,” she says, “I don’t think you can get away that easily.”

She runs her hands down my sides.

“Oh what’s this?” she asks as she brushes up against the pocket with the camera in it.

Without waiting for my answers she reaches in and pulls it out. Her face brightens up when she realizes what it is.

“Oh! Oh, you dirty girl!” she exclaims, her face taking on an almost predatory grin, “I knew you were smooth, but I never thought you’d be into this. But then again, climbing into the room of a half-dressed married woman, tsk tsk, you’re clearly one to live dangerously.”

I look down to the camera. In a way, her jumping to this conclusion is beneficial. Unlike Emerald she hasn’t guessed that I’m up to anything illegal and-

She throws the camera out the window.

I pause for a moment, staring at her, then I turn to look outside. It’s hit the ground and shattered. I turn back to her and yell:

“What the- Why the fuck did you-”

“Shhh,” she says again, “Oh babe, I’ve got a much much better camera here. Don’t you wanna see it all in HD?”

Ok, it’s time to dig out, right now. The missions a failure and I’m trapped with someone whom I’m desperate to not find out more about.

“Listen, I’ve got to go,” I say, slowly, “It’s nice to meet you again, but-”

“Oh no, no, no!” she says, smiling, “You just got here, and you spent all that time and energy buying a camera for us and climbing all the way up to my room! I can’t just let you go.”

She’s on me again, wrapping her arms around my neck again. She leans in, her mouth near my ear.

“Stay, c’mon,” she whispers, “We can have some fun together. I know you don’t like taking no for an answer.”

She nibbles on my earlobe with that last comment, and I’ve just about decided that I’ve had enough.

“Alright, I’m done!” I say, “You’re fucked up, you know that? Fuck you I’m out!”

I push her off me and head for the window. This night’s a bust. The camera’s broken, I couldn’t find out which room was Peri’s, and I’m caught in the crosshairs of this woman.

I begin my descent, dropping to the next floor. Yana sticks her head out the window and passionately asks,

“But when shall I see you again?”

I give her the middle finger and resume my descent.

“I’ll take that as a maybe!” she calls after me.

As I reach the lawn I gather up the remains of the camera, yeah it’s unsalvageable. Best to throw it away before it can be used as potential evidence. I leave into the night. This was worse than last time!

(Later)

Bell and the others are having a good time at the Pizzeria that Garnet had discovered. In the middle of one of Amethyst’s prodding of Pearl for details on her romantic life, she received a call. Bell excused herself outside to take it.

“Hey, it’s me,” Yana said.

“You should have come,” Bell replies.

“I don’t know anybody there.”

“It’s good to meet people.”

“Yeah, that’s nice, whatever. Anyway, something happened.”

“What?” Bell asked, concerned.

“You know that girl with the tattoo that’s been stalking Peridot?”

Bell’s face darkened. She turned back to see that Peridot was still inside the restaurant, paying more attention to the chat, and thankfully not noticing her.

“What happened?” Bell asked.

“She was skulking around here again. Tried climbing the windows, probably trying to find her bedroom.”

“And?”

“She climbed into ours, it was great, I really turned up the sleaze.”

“She was there and- Wait, you what?”

“Yeah, freaked her the hell out. She had a spy camera to, but I smashed it. Anyway, she’s long gone now.”

“What did you two do?” Bell asked.

“The hell does it matter? She’s gone.”

“Yana”

“Oh my god, are you jealous?”

“Yana!”

“You are! Holy crap. You’re jealous of that creepy stalker girl. Wow.”

“Yana!”

“Nothing happened, jesus. I made a pass at her, she got freaked out and ran away.”

“That’s all? She didn’t find Peri’s room?”

“Nah, after she found ours she left. Seeing as she still had the camera she probably hadn’t found her room, yet.”

“Ok. So you’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“And nothing happened with you and her?”

Bell heard Yana snickering on the other line.

“That doesn’t fill me with confidence Yana!”

“Nothing happened,” Yana replied.

“Fine,” Bell says, with a sigh, “You’re sure she’s gone?”

“Positive.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

#steven universe #drawbauchery #fanfic #8xa

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