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quiet-gremlin · 6 months

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ive got silly guys for you!!! (repost from my old acc) its a little older so im not as proud of it but !! we need more gremlin connor content out here

SFW!!!!! NSFW DNI

switch!connor + switch!schlatt (a little heavier on lee schlatt though Augh) | 1.3k words !!

Bored

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Connor huffed, collapsing onto the couch right next to Schlatt. Schlatt turned his head slowly, his annoyed face very clear to the hedgehog.

Connor frowned, looking up at Schlatt. He opened his mouth to speak, before Schlatt interrupted him.

"Connor, I just want to warn you, that if you are going to say anything about being bored, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

Connor couldn't help but laugh. It was a frequent complaint that the brunette had, and usually everybody suffered when he went through it.

"Well, boy do I have news for you."

The shorter paused, staring as the ram waited.

"I'm bored."

Schlatt groaned, rubbing at this eyes and setting down his book.

"Fine. You win. What do you want me to do about it?"

He was exasperated, and the only response his friend paid him was a simple shrug.

"Dunno."

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

The taller said, hoping to find an end to their talk. Even though Schlatt loved Connor with his whole heart, running a business is hard work! And he needed time to recharge before he did shit again.

"I guess...."

But of course, the other hybrid had to make everything difficult. What did he even want if he didn't want a simple hang out session?

"You guess? Con, my man, it's a yes or no question."

They both laughed, and Connor finally gave a proper response.

"Fine. But only if it's not a horror movie. I can't stand those."

Schlatt nodded frantically, agreeing. Anything to get out of the conversation and into silently watching a movie.

He was quick to turn on some dumb Disney movie, picking Mulan since he knew for a fact it was among Connor's favorites.

Schlatt opened his book, reading through it as he thought the conversation had come to an end, and they would just watch the movie.

Connor though, seemed to not be even close to done. He snaked his arm around Schlatt's waist, his eyes glued to the screen. The ram didn't think it was anything different, his arm finding its place around his friend's shoulders. It was a common occurrence to find them holding onto each other, as best friends often did.

What Schlatt failed to see, was another common occurrence the two found themselves in the habit of doing.

Without saying a word, both of Connor's hands found their way to Schlatt's sides, and he immediately started taking advantage of that.

"Whahat the fuhuck-"

Schlatt tried his best to shut up, and not let Connor see his hard work pay off, but he was woefully unprepared for this.

The hedgehog simply shrugged, his hands finding their way to the ram's ribs. Maybe he'd think about not wearing a shirt around the house next time.

"Ohokay, ohOHKAY!"

Schlatt tried to back away, but his best friend only followed. He was still holding his book, and really didn't want to drop and ruin it.

"I told you I was bored. Maybe, next time, you won't try and shut me up with a movie. Tee Bee Ache, you kinda deserve it."

Schlatt was going to bring up the spelling of the acronym 'To Be Honest' out loud, but he couldn't focus on that, as Connor had wormed his way to his lower back, scratching at the area by his tail.

That actually made Schlatt collapse against the pillows, trying to squeeze out Connor's hands. But that only helped what he was trying to hurt, Connor moving one of his hands to come after his lower tummy.

Schlatt shook his head, trying to control the giggles that continued to leave his mouth. What didn't help, was that Connor said absolutely nothing as he fucked with him.

"Cohon, CohoHONNEHER!"

He tried to beg, watching the older look up at him.

"Yeah? What's up, Schlatt?"

The ram cackled, his head falling back to the pillow behind him. Of course he picked an asshole to be his best friend.

It took him a moment to process that he could be fighting back instead of sitting back and taking it.

Schlatt brought his hands down, trying to collect Connor's. He actually got a good grip on one of the smaller wrists before the tickles stopped, and bright blue eyes stared at him.

".....Heyyyy, Schlatt-"

He said, looking just a tad nervous. Good.

"Hehey, Connor."

Schlatt responded, a death stare finding its way to Connor.

Even through his short breathed giggles, Schlatt was a scary man. Usually it was to Connor's advantage! But this time? ....no, not really.

"Uhm, what's going on?"

Connor asked, testing the grip that the ram had on one of his hands, using the other to rub his palm on his pant leg.

Schlatt looked calm, shrugging.

"Nothing much. You want your hand back?"

He asked, doing his best to keep his growing smirk off his face.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be nice."

Connor replied, avoiding the other's eyes by trying to pry off the fingers that held the freedom of his hand.

"Wow. That's gotta suck, then."

He finally responded, the shorter looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

He asked, but it was already too late. Schlatt held his hand palm up, furiously scribbling at it.

The hedgehog shrieked, the shock of his situation hitting harder than the movements themselves. His heel dug into the floor under the couch, and he tried to pull his hand back.

Schlatt wasn't giving in though, his nails scratching up and down the ridiculously sensitive area.

Connor was reduced to giggles, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed.

"The funniest thing about you, is that you don't even fight back! You just sit there and take it!"

The ram teased, watching his friend's face light up a bright red. He knew that he was right though, by the way he just shrinked into the couch.

He didn't respond, uselessly giggling. While that was a good spot, Schlatt wanted to try and get a different kind of laughter that he knew Connor could produce.

He gave the hands a rest, looking the hedgehog up and down. Eventually, before Connor could fully recover, his hands found their way to the other's sides, grinning as he did so.

"You should really just get good, Con."

He said, starting to quickly squeeze. Connor's giggles returned, and he tried to push at Schlatt's hands. It was only when the ram tried to scribble at his tummy that he fought back, actually pushing Schlatt's hands off of him and sitting up to dig into his hips.

Schlatt immediately retracted his hands, freezing up for a second before he weakly pushed at Connor's.

"Screhehew you!"

Connor exclaimed, moving a hand to claw once more at the other's lower back and tail area. Schlatt didn't take this well, but he didn't do much to stop it, too taken in by the sensations attacking his nervous system.

Connor took his time abusing that spot, Schlatt kicking his legs and basically unable to do anything. Finnally, after too much time (in Schlatt's opinion), he finally switched, one hand focusing on his ribs and the other scratching at the base of his horn.

The melt spot and regular tickles hit him like a truck, purring mixed with laughter tiring him out more than Connor probably meant to.

Eventually, he called out what Connor had been waiting to hear.

"Uhuhuncle! UhuncehEHELE!"

That led the older to finally stop, grinning widely at his friend.

"I won!"

He said proudly, rubbing away any ghosty tingles that stayed on Schlatt's skin.

"Oh fuhuck yohou."

Schlatt hissed in response, glaring. Of course, he'd have to get Connor back. But that'd happen on a day he didn't know to expect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

His friend asked, an innocent look plastered on his face.

"Die."

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lavieendonna · 6 years

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Brushwork || ArtMajor!Calum AU (Chapter 25)

Summary: An Art Major AU where Dallas - third year gawky art student at VCA - makes a deal with Calum - her cute new neighbour and project partner - and they spend the semester learning that the perfect masterpiece takes a whole lot of brushwork.

Date: 26 June 2018 Requested: lol Pairing: Calum + Dallas Words: 3.3K Warnings: whole lotta swearing but thats it i think (blood TW) A/N: this is beyond late but i’m really freaking happy with this chapter. please, someone, anyone, let me know what you think. Big Love xo

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Chapter 25: I Was Frowning So Hard I Thought My Forehead Might Actually Crack and My Brains Would Seep Out of My Head

Polly was calling again – this was like the fifth time in the last half hour. She never left any messages or texted me whatever she wanted, she just kept calling. I assumed it was because she was still trying to find her footing with me after our conversation the other day, but either way it wasn’t really helping me come up with a decision. The Showcase had literally started already without me and I was still naked in my bedroom wondering if it was going to be worth going.

Well, I was half naked. I was wearing a towel. And underwear – but that wasn’t the point.

The thought of me showing up at the Showcase in front of all of those people and revealing a half-finished mural kinda made me wanna throw up. But then again, the thought of not showing up and letting Calum reveal a half-finished mural in front of all of those people by himself made me want to curl up under the spray of the shower and just melt away down the drain.

Luke and Michael were seemingly taking turns to call and text me as I rifled through my clothes agonisingly slow. Ignoring them was making the anxiety worse but I knew that if I spoke to anybody about why I wasn’t there yet then I would just break completely. This was something I had to do on my own – it just so happened that it was taking longer to come to terms with that than was convenient.

After what felt like an eternity, I finished brushing my hair back into its ponytail and smoothened out the fly-aways with pin before sighing a long sigh while I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked normal, and it felt weird. Black skinny jeans – no rips and no paint stains. Fresh V-neck tee – but it was just grey. A soft grey that hugged my body but didn’t feel like any hug that felt good.

I was about to give up when a flash of colour in the reflection behind me caught my eye. I spun around to see what it was, kind of surprised to find a light blue denim jacket slung over the back of my desk chair. The back was covered in hand-made patches of flowers and bees and one particularly big one that said ‘Bite Me’ next to a picture of a cherry.

It was Mali’s. I’d mentioned to Calum at some point months ago about how I’d always wanted a jacket like that but didn’t think I could pull it off, and a few days later he said that Mali had sent hers in the mail. The idea was for me to borrow it and see if it was the right size. She knew somebody, apparently, who made the jackets custom and Calum knew a girl that sold the patches. I’d never gotten around to putting it on, it’d been sitting on the back of that chair intimidating me for days. Weeks even.

Nevertheless, I inched my way over to the jacket and pulled it off of the chair as gently as I could, almost as if it would fall apart with any sudden movements. Carefully, I threaded my arms though the sleeves and felt the weight of the denim rest on my shoulders when I let it go. I stared at myself carefully, when I turned back to the mirror, and waited. For what? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I was hoping that some of Mali’s confidence might soak into my skin or something similar, but for whatever reason, I kept it on and hoped to God something good would come of it.

With a final huff I grabbed my bag and keys and stalked off out of the apartment before I could think too much and change my mind. I was teetering on the verge of another panic attack as it was, I didn’t need to be thinking about what fate had install for me down in the atrium.

There were more people gathered inside than I had seen since orientation. By the looks of things, and the way the sun looked as though it was setting everything on fire with the angle it was setting, ours was the last reveal. And, by the sheer number of people still hanging around, it was about to happen. Up ahead, near where our mural was standing behind a big, red, temporary curtain, one of the head art professors was talking into a mic and giving some last announcement about our mural. I weaved slowly between students and parents and tried not to alarm any of the staff members I was here, just yet.

The closer I got, the more I could see and the shakier my hands became. I caught a glimpse of brown hair and sun-kissed skin between the heads of some of my classmates in the front rows of the crowd and nearly choked on thin air. Slowly and carefully I made my way to the right, finding myself at the front of the crowd but off to the side just enough that nobody up ahead in front of the mural would notice me.

“Hey, you made it.” Someone tapped my arm with a feather light touch, and when I looked up (with a small jump) I was greeted with Polly offering a shy smile. She took her hand away as I tried to smile back, but then she pulled at the sleeve of Mali’s jacket lightly one more time. “Nice jacket.”

“Oh. Yeah, thanks.” I pulled at the hem gently before folding my arms across my chest. “Uh, thanks for coming.” Polly pursed her lips at my gratitude but smiled nonetheless.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t show.” She said with a small, pointed nod to the front of the atrium. I couldn’t bring myself to reply, I just followed her gaze and tried hard not to throw up while sucking in a deep breath as Calum stood forward as he was handed the mic.

He looked restless and more nervous than I’d ever seen him before. Black t-shirt looked too big on his limbs, dark circles made his eyes look slightly sunken in. But his jeans were still black and they were still ripped at the knees, and he still looked like Calum and it made my heart ache just a little.

“First of all,” he spoke into the mic clearly, the sound of his voice sounding like it was right in my ear (considering I was less than four feet away from a speaker). “I just want to thank everybody for sticking around this long to see this last mural. It’s been a long day, you’ve got better things to do I’m sure. It, uh. It means a lot to me… to us… that you’re still here.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat when Calum corrected himself even though he was clearly under the impression that he was doing this reveal on his own. I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder to the curtains that concealed our unfinished wall garbage and then back to the audience. There was a gentle hum buzzing around the atrium, and I couldn’t quite tell if it was a good buzz or not – I was too nervous, unable to take my eyes off of Calum and the wall.

“Uh, truth is that Dallas and I…” Calum cleared his throat, pausing his speech yet again, and I felt my stomach lurch. This was it. He was going to sell me out – or worse, confess what I’d done to everybody in the room and make them all want to bring back Capital Punishment so I could Fry like the Good Lord intended.

“Dallas and I struggled a lot trying to come up with something to paint for this piece. By the time most of the other groups had half-finished, we were still brainstorming and trying to figure out the colour schemes and font types. Like, you know, every student ever, we left things to the last minute before we finished –” the hum became a uniform laughter from everybody in the crowd, but I was still too caught up in Calum’s speech to really notice. “– but in saying that, the fact that we struggled so much… it really… that captures the point we were trying to make with this piece. The idea was to, like, get across to all of us kids at VCA – and any other student or person who looks at it – that… the pressure on us to be perfect all of the time, it doesn’t mean that we have to struggle to be everything all at once. Dallas… she came to me one day told me about this quote and I knew straight away that it was going to mean something to more people than just me so… I don’t know, I think that’s all we wanted to do – to get a message across to even just one person, you know, and even if that one person is just ourselves.”

Calum cleared his throat one more time, offering a stiff nod to the professor as he stepped to the side. I was holding my breath at this point and on the verge of just blacking out entirely but somehow, I was still slowly – inch by inch – gravitating forward. I’d moved maybe a foot and a half by the time the curtains dropped, and as soon as they did I let out the breath that had been making my lungs ache.

Well, one thing was for sure. The mural was finished. And for the first time since we started the damn thing, I really fucking wished it wasn’t.

It was stunning, don’t get me wrong. The colours looked exactly the way we’d pictured them and you could see every single detail that Calum had slaved over in the tutus. The problem, though – the thing that made me feel completely and utterly defeated, was that it was Polly.

Calum had clearly spent the time we’d been apart finishing the rest of the mural on his own, and for some God forsaken reason, he felt the need to fill the void of our ballerina’s face with Polly’s green eyes and full lips, hair shiny and long and black just like the real thing. I turned to look at the real Polly standing next to me and her mouth was gaping, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Dallas…! Dal, I –” She was spluttering, and all I could do was blink away tears I didn’t know I had left and turn away from her. “Dallas, wait! Please!”

I was already weaving back through the applause, sniffling and trying to hold myself together until I was out of the crowd at the very least. It wasn’t working so well, and the stupid jacket wasn’t doing me any favours, so I powered forward as fast as I could with Polly still calling for me behind all of the noise.

Usually when this happened, when I got upset, it felt like the world was caving in and I could never breathe right. But this time was different. Yes, as always, I was crying again. But it was that kind of crying that was just numb, because this was the end. I was done, and I didn’t want to do it anymore.

I burst through the doors of the atrium and rounded the nearest corner into a darker alley way where the buildings blocked out the last of the sun. It was cold, and Mali’s jacket wasn’t doing much to keep me warm, but it didn’t really matter when Polly come skidding to a halt right behind me

“Dallas!” She panted, though it seemed like the heavy breathing was for show. She was a lot fitter than me, I knew that for a fact, and also her cheeks weren’t red and she wasn’t sweating.

“Just go, Polly.” I sniffled, wiping at my nose with the back of my hand while I kept my back to her.

“Dal, listen to me, please!” Polly reached for me, grabbing me by my arms and spinning me around so I had no choice but to look at her. The green orbs were still wide with what looked like complete horror, and her face was screaming at me to listen. “I had nothing to do with that, D, I promise. I had no idea he would paint me, you haveto believe me.”

“I…” I sniffled again, staring into Polly’s eyes and trying to convince myself that she didn’t have all the answers this time. But I couldn't not believe her, that much was clear. If Polly had orchestrated all of this and somehow convinced Calum to paint her as the ballerina we’d been slaving over all semester, there was no way she’d have been standing here and grabbing hold of me like her life depended on it.

“Pleas, Dal, I swear.” Polly’s bottom lip quivered. “I… I know we haven’t been okay for a long time but I wouldnever do that to you. Please believe me.”

My lip trembled and my throat was so tight that I couldn’t form any kind of English words. So, I just cried, letting out a loud sob and falling into Polly, not for the first time in my life. She held me so tight I felt like I might burst, and if I didn’t know her better I would have thought maybe she was crying too.

“I’m so sorry Polly!” I sobbed into her shoulder, arms circling her waist so I could squeeze her back just as hard as she was squeezing me. “I was so shit to you, Polly I-I –!”

“Hey, no D, stop.” Polly was crooning in my ear as if I wasn’t bursting her ear drums with my hysterics. “Dallas, it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.”

“I-I’m just so sorry!” I wailed. “It’s not okay, P, I-I should never had treated you like that! You needed me, P! A-and I didn’t –! I wasn’t…!”

I couldn’t finish whatever it was I was trying to say, but Polly just keep whispering in my ear that everything was okay while we sank to our knees on the concrete.

“Come on, Dallas,” She gave me a final squeeze before she pulled away from me, holding me at arm’s length and brushing away a strand of hair from my face. Polly ran her thumbs under my eyes and caught the tears that were still falling while I struggled to catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, chest rising and falling about as quickly as my heart was racing. “D, look at me.”

When I opened my eyes, Polly was giving me a soft smile, a few tears escaping the corner of her eyes too. She took a big breath, green eyes signalling for me to do the same. I copied her obediently and as Polly inhaled again I did the same, both of us breathing in sync for, probably, the first time all year.

“Dallas, it’s okay.” Polly told me again, more seriously this time and her eyes demanding that I trust her words. “You don’t have to worry anymore.” I sniffed, a couple of sneaky tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“I-I just…” I inhaled mid-sentence, really trying my hardest to keep a hold of myself. “I should have known that you needed me, P. You were right. A-and I don’t want you to leave here thinking I don’t give a shit about you because I do. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Polly’s smile was sad and she pulled me in for another hug, one that was gentler and held more emotion than even the one that had just happened before now. It was all she needed to do for me to know that she was going home.

“I forgive you, Dallas.” She whispered to me so softly I nearly missed it. “Now you need to forgive yourself.”

“What am I going to do without you, P?” I asked her when she pulled back but before she could answer, someone else’s footsteps echoed into the alley and a voice interrupted.

“Dallas.”

It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t even surprised or angry. It was just Calum, and he stood a few feet away, achingly still, while Polly and I hauled each other up off of the ground.

“Let’s go.” I huffed gruffly as I dusted off my pants. I made a move to drag Polly away but she anchored her feet, the sleeve of her sweater slipping from my fingers.

“Dallas.” She said, nodding gently. “I’ll let you guys talk alone.” I made a face, but Polly shook her head at me before taking a step back, and another, until she turned on her heel and patted Calum’s arm on her way past him.

Even after Polly left us alone, all Calum and I did was stand miles apart from each other and stare. I couldn’t place the expression in his eyes, but all I could feel bubble up inside of me was fear and anger and hurt. New tears pooled in my eyes, but I held as strong as I could as I let them fall on their own.

“Why would you do that to me?” I was the first to speak, and as soon as I did Calum practically leapt toward me at lightning speed.

“Dallas, please.” He started to speak but I shook my head at him.

“Were you still pissed about what I said to you?” I shot at him.

“No!” Calum’s lips were upturned in the corners, brow furrow deep. His hands clenched at his sides, one slightly raised as if he was fighting the urge to reach out to me.

“What, did you want to teach me a lesson or something?” I pressed, frowning so hard I thought my forehead might actually crack and my brains would seep out of my head.

“No!” Calum nearly wailed again.

“You knew how I felt about Polly, Calum!” I wailed back. “How did you think I would be okay with this?!”

“Because it was youridea!”

I stood in front of Calum with furrowed brows and mouth agape, hurting but most of all, confused as hell.

“It was your idea to start with, Dal.” Calum’s voice softened, and so did his eyes. He looked sad, but he also looked guilty. And sorry. “Polly was the one who gave you the idea for this piece in the first place. And when… when you stopped talking to me, all I wanted to do was make it up to you. And I thought…”

Calum trailed off for a moment, taking the time to take a breath and run his hands through his hair and over his face. He paced for a few seconds before making his way over to me again, stopping when he was just a couple of feet away.

“I just thought that maybe… maybe if I painted what you saw in your mind way back in the beginning, then maybe you’d see that you’re not as hopeless as you think.”

My lip quivered, but I held strong. Calum shuffled forward close enough to wipe away another tear that escaped the corner of my eye, but he let his hand drop and the contact was over almost quicker than it happened.

“I never meant to hurt you, D.” He said softly. “I just care about you, so much. And I wanted you to feel like you could let me in, and that you don’t have to be so afraid.”

Calum touched my face again, thumb tracing an absent pattern on my cheek while his eyes seemed to flicker from mine to my lips. But when I didn’t say anything for a while he dropped his hand and turned away from me, walking out of the alley without so much as a second glance back.

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