The story of Skye’s birth, as told by her parents


kinda wonder what the new developments mean for dave

now that the beta kids souls are stuck in the juju does all this ominous foreshadowing actually means he might be the only one to break free? does his soul gets destroyed somehow? or maybe he’s the only one who ends up really being

forever stuck

The Good Kind of Silence - Calum Hood imagine

“hey! can you do one where Calum gives you the silent treatment and he’s totally not joking and y/n takes it personally and threatens to leave and then you take it from there! please and thank you! btw your blog>>>>everything” - Anonymous

summary: calum gives you the silent treatment and it causes you two to fight.

a/n: ok this request was a bit confusing to my pea-sized brain so forgive me if this is not what u wanted!!!  the “totally not joking” threw me off idk if that’s sarcasm or not??? idk i tried here u go pal

“Cal?” you whispered, lying behind him on your shared bed. He didn’t respond, he only continued to scroll through Twitter. You sighed, scooting a little closer to him so that your bodies were touching. He hadn’t spoken to you all day since you were play-fighting and accidentally offended him. It was an accident, and you apologized millions of times, but to no avail. Calum still refused to talk to you.

“C’mon, baby, please talk to me. Say something, anything.” you pleaded, beginning to trace the tattoo on his bicep. He pulled away from you, getting out of the bed and walking out of the room. “I said I’m sorry!” you called out after him. He turned around and looked at you for a second, and you thought he was finally going to say something. He didn’t. He just shook his head and continued walking downstairs.

You debated following him for a while, but you didn’t want to piss him off even more. Calum had given you the silent treatment before, but it never lasted this long and he never seemed this serious about it–and it took a lot to get Calum mad. Normally, he would forgive you as soon as you apologized, but this was different, and you began to wonder if it was more than that one little remark that pissed him off.

Ultimately, you decided against bothering him anymore than you already have in fear that he would just get more angry. With nothing else to do, you curled into a ball on your mattress as tears began to form in your eyes. Calum meant so much to you, and this sudden silence in him that you were unable to break provoked fear inside of your chest. Quiet sobs escaped your throat as you heard somebody walk back up the stairs. You quickly wiped your eyes as if to act like nothing was wrong and sat upright on the bed, pulling out your phone.

A shirtless Calum rounded the corner and entered your room, not looking at you once. He picked a shirt off of the floor and pulled it over his head, walking back out. Not once did he look your way.

You pulled out your phone and texted him.

Calum, please talk to me.

Just a few seconds later, you saw that he read it. But he didn’t respond.

Babe, seriously. you’re scaring me.


Should I just leave?


And with that, you decided to pack your stuff and go. If he wasn’t going to tell you what was wrong so that you could fix it, you couldn’t be around him. You didn’t want this to be a breakup, but maybe if you stayed at a friend’s house for a couple days he would get the message and come get you back. You hoped to god that he would come to get you back.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably as you shoved your things into your black duffle bag. Footsteps jotted up the staircase, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Calum walk right past the door. But then he froze and turned back around, coming into the room where you were packing up.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You just looked at him, eyes red and puffy, chewing on your lip to prevent yourself from sobbing. You sniffed and opened your mouth to speak, but you knew that if you said anything, you would break down.

“(Y/N). Talk to me.” Calum demanded as he spun you around when you turned away from him. He pulled your shirt out of your hand and threw it on the floor. He grabbed both your shoulders and ducked his head in attempt to make eye contact.

“Why should I, Cal? Why should I fucking talk to you when I have been asking the same fucking thing from you all day? You don’t deserve to be spoken to.” You shouted, pulling your shoulders out of his grasp. You reached for the shirt you attempted to pack, but Calum grabbed your wrist before you could do so.

“Let go of me.” You demanded.

“No.” He said. You looked into his eyes with fury burning inside of you, but when you saw the look on his face, your gaze softened. He looked genuinely upset, rather than the distant, empty Calum you’ve been talking at all day.

“I’m sorry. I am so, so, sorry. I was just playing around and I guess I took it way too far. I love you so much, please don’t leave.” He begged, tears springing to his eyes. You bit your tongue as you threw yourself into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and in return, you kissed his chin.

“Can we just cuddle?” you said weakly. Calum nodded and lead you to the bed where you spent the rest of the day in the good kind of silence.



“That’s so cool.” She giggled, her hand grazing my arm. I smiled back, taking a sip of my drink and nodding at her. Michael nudged me, but I ignored him as the blonde in front of me began to speak again. “So how-”

“Ashton!” A different voice interrupted, a different hand grabbing my free one. I turn my head to find Y/N looking up at me with desperate eyes, her grip on my hand tightening. “Dance with me!”

“Not now Y/N.” I tell her, my eyes darting back to the girl I’d been talking to. I send her an apologetic smile, before looking back at Y/N. “Go and find Cal or Luke.”

“I don’t want them! I want you!” She whines, and my heart speeds up rapidly.

“What about that guy you were dancing with? What happened to him?” I ask, hoping my voice sounds regularly normal.

“I don’t want to dance with him any more.” She mutters, looking down. “He…I just don’t okay?”

“What did he do?” I ask her, lacing my fingers through hers and grasping her hand tightly. “Y/N did he hurt you because I swear-”

“He didn’t.” She cuts me off, shaking her head rapidly. “But he wanted to leave with me and I didn’t want to go with him so I really need you to dance with me.”


“There you are.”

I’m yet again cut off, but this time it isn’t by Y/N. Her eyes widen, and she spins around to face the man who now had joined our group. Y/N still grips my hand tightly.

“I thought you’d run off.” He grins. “C’mon babe, let’s go.”

“I don’t know who you are.” I tell him, pulling Y/N back against my chest and wrapping my arm around her waist securely. “But I can assure you my girlfriend won’t be leaving with you.”

“Girlfriend? You’re joking right? She’s been dancing with me all night, and you’ve obviously been with this one.” The guy chuckles, gesturing at the blonde and stepping forward. I rise to my full height as Y/N takes a small step backwards, my arm tightening around her waist.

“We had a fight on the way here.” I shrug. “Thought we’d see who can make the other more jealous. Obviously that’s over now. So you can go.”

I smile at him, and he sighs before turning and leaving. Once he’s out of sight, Y/N turns to me, the biggest smile on her face.

“You are amazing!” She grins, Leaning up and pressing a kiss on my cheek before spinning to face the girl beside us. “He’s a real catch you know. Have fun!”

She grins at me again before dashing off, and I let out a sigh.

“You can go after her if you want.” A voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I turn to see the blonde girl smiling knowingly at me. “You obviously like her. So go.”

“I don’t-”

“He’s very grateful that you are so understanding and is sorry he led you on anyway.” Michael interrupts, giving me a shove. “But he fancies the pants off of our friend Y/N and is now going to go after her.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” She smiles, nodding at me. “Go get her.”

I smile gratefully, kissing her cheek and mumbling sorry before searching for Y/N. She catches my eye and I weave my way through the bodies surrounding us until I’m standing in front of her. Her eyes light up, and I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.

“Fancy that dance?”


“Come on Y/N!”

“No Michael. I’m not doing it.”

“You’re impossible!” I groan, closing my eyes and placing my head on the table. When she doesn’t respond, I peek up at her to see her looking at me with her eyebrows raised. “What?”

“Do you not think you’re being a bit dramatic?” She asks, causing me to pout. “Oh come on Michael it isn’t the end of the world.”

“You promised you’d come with me!” I exclaim, leaning my forearms on the table. “You can’t break a promise!”

“Michael,” She sighs. “I didn’t promise…”

“Yes you did!” I almost shout, ignoring the way she glances around the cafe. “I said will you go with me and you said yes of course.”

“That isn’t a promise”

“Might as well be.”

“I don’t see why it’s so important that I go to this party with you.” She sighs, leaning back in her chair. “I mean, all of the boys will be there.”

“Yes. And all of them will be in work mode.”

You’re going to be in work mode.”

“But if you come I have an excuse to not be in it the whole time.”

She sighs again, her eyes scanning my face. I flutter my eyelashes at her, and a giggle falls from her lips.

“Alright idiot.” She nods. “I’ll go to the party with you where I’ll know approximately five people and smile and pretend like I know what everyone is talking about even though I have no clue.”

“You’re an actual angel sent from God himself.” I gush, and she rolls her eyes at me, standing from her seat. “Where are you going?”

“Toilet. That okay with you?” She asks, already walking away. I chuckle to myself, taking a sip of my drink as the woman on the table beside ours turn to face me.

“If you don’t mind me saying,” She smiles. “the pair of you make a lovely couple.”

“Oh we’re not…she’s not…we’re just…” I stutter, my cheeks flushed. “Best friends. That’s what we are.”

“Oh I’m so sorry!” She exclaims, her eyebrows raising in shock. “It’s just the way you interact with each other, and asking her to go with you as your date, I just assumed.”

“No, best friends.” I nod, my eyes glancing towards the direction Y/N had gone before returning to the woman. “Nothing more.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’d make a lovely couple should that ever change.” She smiles, before turning back to her laptop. I open my mouth, but close it again after beginning to think about her comment. Lately, our friendship had changed slightly, a shift that neither of us had mentioned but was evidently there. Maybe we were toeing the line that separated friends and something more.

“So do I have to dress up for this thing?” Y/N asks, dropping back into her chair and snapping me from my 

“I’m going in my jeans.” I shrug.

“That’s because you don’t own any other trousers.” She retorts, and I flip her off as she takes another drink. “Seriously, what do I need to wear?”

“Wear whatever you like, you look beautiful in everything you wear anyway.” I tell her, furrowing my eyebrows when I realise what I’d said. Y/N blushes, her gaze falling to her hands.

“Thanks Mikey.” She mumbles, a small smile on her lips.

“It’s the truth.” I reply, and she looks up to smile at me. I smile back, but can’t help the feeling that maybe we weren’t best friends any more. We were something. Or at least, almost something.


I race from the taxi, darting through the crowds and through the doors into the airport. I spin in place, searching for the flight descriptions until my eyes land on the black and yellow board. I dash over, searching for the next flight to Sydney, my mind wandering to earlier in the day.

“Luke I’m tired of this.” Y/N sighed.

“Then go back to the bus.” I reply, not looking up from my phone.

“I’m not talking about sitting backstage.” 

“Then what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about us.” She mutters, and I twist my head to look at her.

“You’re tired of us?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes on mine.

“We’re barely a couple since I came on tour with you. We just share a bed and sit next to each other. I have more of a relationship with your stylist. And I’m tired of it. I love you Luke, but I can’t live like this. So unless you have a reason for me to stay, I’m going home.” She explains, standing up and leaving the dressing room. I gape at her, but remain in my seat.

“Come on, she can’t have gone yet.” I mutter, unable to find any flight back home. I run over to the check in desks, desperate for answers. 

“Hi.” I breath, taking a deep breath as the man behind the desk chirps a cheery greeting back. “Flights to Sydney. Today. When was the last one and when’s the next?”

“Well sir,” He smiles, looking at his computer. “The next flight to Sydney isn’t for a few hours, but the last one left about an hour ago.”

My eyes widen in horror and I rake my hand through my hair.

“Do you have a passenger list for that flight?” I ask pleadingly, only to receive a frown from the man.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that information sir.”

“Please, I need to know if my girlfriend was on that flight.”

“Unless you’re going to purchase a ticket or check in sir, I’m afraid there is nothing more I can do.”

A frustrated groan leaves my lips, and I push away from the desk, going back towards the exit dejectedly. I almost reach the door when my eyes land on a girl sitting on her suitcase, her eyes locked on the high ceiling.

“Y/N?” I ask, my voice cracking slightly. Her head moves so our eyes meet, and she stands up slowly, only to have me pull her into my arms. Tentatively, she wraps her arms around my neck, and I nuzzle my face into her neck. “I almost lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me Lukey.” She mumbles, her hand threading into my hair. I pull back to look at her, my arms still locked around her waist.

“I thought you’d gotten on that plane.” I tell her seriously. “But the man wouldn’t give me the passenger list and I was seriously considering buying a plane ticket for the next flight to chase you.”

“I was going to buy one.” She replies, her eyes watering slightly. “But then I thought I was over reacting, or that you didn’t actually want me to go or-”

“I don’t.” I cut her off, my hands moving to cup her face. “I’m such an idiot for letting you walk out. I should have stopped you. I didn’t even tell you I love you too, or fight for you, and I’m the world’s biggest idiot but you have to promise me you’ll stay because I’ll fix us. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

She nods and I smash my lips to hers, pulling her closer without the intention of letting her get away ever again.


We lie side by side on the hotel bed, attempting to catch our breaths but unable to due to our laughter. It didn’t help that we’d fled from Michael’s room seconds before, where we’d swapped all of his clothes for dresses.

“Michael’s…going…to…kill…us.” Y/N’s words were punctuated with giggles.

I turn to grin at her, but her eyes are squeezed shut as she continues to laugh.

“I wish we’d seen his face.” I chuckle, and Y/N only laughs harder.

“We should have had a camera man!” She laughs, and I nod despite the fact her eyes are still closed.

“Or at least hidden one in the room.” I agree, finally managing to stop laughing. I stay silent as Y/N’s giggles soften, her eyes twinkling as she finally opens them and turns to face me. She grins, and I can’t ignore the way my heart beat speeds up even more.

“So what do we do now?” She asks, and I raise an eyebrow to question her silently. “If we want to live, we can’t stay near Michael.”

“Oh you mean a survival plan.” I nod, beaming at her. “Well, obviously I’ll have to quit the band. We should probably move countries too, just to be safe. We could go to Scotland, I have family there.”

“So we go to Scotland.” She nods seriously, but the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes tells me she finds it as funny as I do. “What would we do there?”

“We could open a shop.” I muse. “Or a cafe! Michael would never think we’d do that.”

“We could call it Runaway Cafe.”

“Perfect. And I’ll dye my hair completely blond.”

“No you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s blond enough.” She giggles, using her free hand to play with my fringe. I hum as her fingers rake through it, before she takes it away again. “Would we keep our names?”

“We’d need new identities.” I nod. “We can be Adam and Dempsey Croy.”

“Why do we need the same last name?”

“Didn’t I mention we were getting married?” I ask, biting my lip as I wait for her reaction. Her smile softens, and she laces her fingers with mine.

“We aren’t even in a relationship Cal.” She tells me. “And anyway, that’s no way to propose.”

“We might as well be.” I tell her, squeezing her hand. She doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me again. “I’m right aren’t I?”

“Calum.” She sighs, here eyes scanning my face before they return to mine. “You aren’t making sense.”

“I’m making perfect sense and you know it.” I shoot back. “Me and you, might as well be a couple.”

“Calum.” She repeats as a warning as I lean closer.

“Tell me to stop.” I tell her, my forehead meeting hers. I glance between her eyes and her lips, waiting for her to stop me. She nods slightly, and I move to close the distance when a loud banging echoes through the room.

“YOU TWO BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” Michael yells, and I sigh as Y/N pulls away, going to the door.

“Cal.” She calls, pausing at the end of the bed. I sit up and look up at her expectantly, and she smiles at me. “You were right.”

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Frustrated (Calum)

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Author: Niche

Cuddling was all fine and dandy most of the time, but currently, Y/N was horny, annoyed, and the little spoon in her and Calums current arrangement. So she did wha she did best, frustrated Cal a little.

Y/N squirmed, ‘accidentally’ rubbing herself against Cals crotch. He immediately seemed to grasp what she was doing, and let out a groan. Smirking, Y/N kept going, feeling Cals hard on grow against her. “Y/N,"he warned. Her smile just grew as she continued, quickening her pace in order to earn a small groan from him.

His breathing quickened and she heard him whimper into her ear. She knew for a fact Cal wouldn’t be able to take this for long. "Stop princess,” he growled.

“Stop what?"She replied innocently.

"Fine,” and within a second Cal had flipped her over and crawled on top of her. “You wanna be play? By the time I’m done with you, you will be wishing you hadn’t done that.”

Okay but with half of Gamzee going into lil cal, I think something interesting get’s brought up.

First the fact that it is half of Gamzee. Playing with his :o) and :o( faces, we can get the idea that Gamzee has a :o) side and a :o( side. What got absorbed into Cal was most likely his :o( side, or basically rage.

What is left of Gamzee is his super happy shell of a self.

So looking back at murderstuck, we know that Gamzee was talking to little cal and that he called himself both the messiahs. When you think about Gamzee’s religion this is now true. Half of Gamzee was literally with one of the messiahs, and the other half was Gamzee himself.

God knows what all happens, I’m not fluent enough in homestuck insanity to know, but at the end of the day, I can say with clarity that Gamzee was probably hearing his own voice in lil Cal and that’s why it was “him” to be the messiahs.