#I drew this cause i found some old doodles for the au and got reminded that it existed

[chilling-in-the-void-alone]

makes fanart for the au I'll never get to writing from 2020-

[hopewritcs]

the prodigal sister. seven.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 3.3k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: chapter SEVEN YES HELLO ! so this fic is probably going to follow a somewhat au of season three as i get closer to that point, cause in the timeline for tps we’re in february right now.  i haven’t decided how much of the canon events of s3 i’m going to keep, or how long this fic will wind up being because though i have it plotted out roughly, i started this before we had a season 3 to work with.  so i’m doing the ideas i had and attempting to bring it back to canon someways too.  

other chapters: masterlist

tps tag list: @irreleventmoonchild, @rockyrocket15, @the-fae-child, @bucky4cap45, @pinklyrium,@girlycakepops, @qtmeryr, @noodlebread303,@virtualsheepeat,@acidrain707, @trashblackrainbow, @sadhwstudent, @unprofessional-inhumanbeing, @laneygthememequeen, @wanna-be-idle, @smh-writings,  @httpakasha, @jdogjdyke, @potter-thinking, @svelby-g, @a-dorky-book-keeper,  @and-drew-101 ( if you wanna be added to the tag list just let me know ! )

The following school day was going by slowly for everyone, or at least that’s how it seemed.  Y/N felt like that one Monday morning in particular had gone on for at least a whole day, and she was only halfway through her history class.  There was still a lot of time to kill before the lunch bell would ring and she was lazily taking notes and not even really paying much attention to what was going on in the classroom.  

Tapping her foot against the floor in the classroom, her hand holding the pencil was much more interested in making small doodles over the notebook paper than actually taking any notes.  Y/N would have to ask someone for their notes another time.  

She should have been sleeping better, but the adjustment from the couch to her new bed had proven difficult to get used to.  Maybe it was because she was used to the dormitory beds and having a roommate, and while being in a room of her own brought a sense of security and calm it also took away all the background noises of the house in general.  When she’d been sleeping on the couch Y/N could hear doors opening and closing in the middle of the night and she was grounded in the small reminder from those noise that she was home.  

But sleeping in her own room, with the door closed, the sounds of everything else around the house ceased to lull her to sleep and Y/N was struggling to adapt to the silence her own room proved to have.  

If she didn’t get out of the classroom and walk around or something she was surely going to fall asleep on her desk, mid-doodle of a flower on the page and no notes.  And that wasn’t the impression she wanted to leave on the class, especially when she’d not been at the school for too long.  

Excusing herself from the class had been an easy one, she’d feigned a headache and left the room for the nurse’s office.  Her backpack was slung over one shoulder as she made her way past the front office unnoticed.  Thankfully, the secretary had been too busy on the phone and had her head turned toward the ashtray on the counter, lighting up a cigarette with her free hand.  Y/N was grateful and quickly walked past, going outside.  

She took in a deep breath once she was outside, looking around at the cars parked in the lot.  Unfortunately even if Y/N was outside, she didn’t have a way to leave the school.  Joyce had taken the car to work after dropping the kids off at the school that morning, leaving Y/N with no way to escape the school grounds.  Not that Hawkins was a big town and she couldn’t walk somewhere she would want to go from the high school, but it was a little too cold for her to actually do that.  

“Skipping class Byers?”  

She turned her head towards the voice and found Billy leaning against the side of the school building with a lit cigarette dangling out of his mouth.  For the winter morning, Billy wasn’t wearing anything more than a denim jacket, left open and his button up shirt underneath had the top four buttons undone.  

“Aren’t you cold Hargrove?”  Y/N replied, shaking her head as she descended the staircase and walked over to where he stood.  Unfortunately, she didn’t have her sweater with her since she’d put it in her locker that morning when she got to school, not foreseeing leaving her class early.  She leaned up against the wall, dropping her backpack to the patch of grass that wasn’t covered in the melting snow and turned to look at Billy.  

“Aren’t you?”  he asked, waving a hand at Y/N and looking her up and down.  

She shook her head, “Nah, you forget that I’m from here and used to the cold.”  Sure, her sweater would have made her a bit warmer, but the short sleeved shirt didn’t really bother her in this weather.  If it were actually cold enough to snow, then maybe.  Or if she’d grown up someplace warmer, maybe it would have bothered her to stand outside without “appropriate” winter clothes.  But the chill, the slight kick in the wind causing moving her hair around and the fabric of her shirt to bellow slightly, did nothing but remind Y/N that she was home.  

“Right.”  Billy said, taking a long drag of his cigarette and letting the air blow out afterwards.  His head rested comfortably against the school building and his eyes lulled half closed as he looked out into the parking lot.  

This was how most of their interactions went back in California.  A couple lines of chatter bookended long stretches of silence.  But it was comfortable, Y/N had never felt pressure to fill the silence when she was with Billy--neither of them did.  With other people there could be a bit of anxiety if there wasn’t a constant conversation, but Y/N understood that she didn’t need to fill the air with unnecessary chatter.   Though there had been a couple of times when they had longer conversations, which had been late night chats during secret parties at the boarding school or after game parties, but they were few and far between.  

“What class are you skipping?”  they both asked after a long stretch, and it made Y/N laugh softly and she could see the tug of a smile pulling at Billy’s lips.  

“History.”  she replied.  

“Math, I think,” was Billy’s reply which made Y/N raise her eyebrows at him.  He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he answered the silent question, “I’ve been out here for a while.”  

“Do you even go to class?”  

“I go to athletics.”  

“That doesn’t count as a class, it’s an elective.”  Y/N scoffed out an airy laugh as she pushed herself off of the school building and stood in front of Billy.  “Aren’t you supposed to graduate this year?”  

“Supposed to do a lot of things.”  Billy said, tossing his finished cigarette down on the ground and stomping it out. 

With that motion Billy effectively ended that part of the conversation, huffing out a breath of air as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.  He didn’t say anything else for a while and Y/N didn’t push the conversation even if she had a couple of questions that she wanted to ask.  

The next couple of days Y/N had been looking out for Billy.  The conversation stuck in her head and she wanted to know what he meant by it.  But every time she saw Billy over the school days he was either with the idiot she’d punched the first day she’d been at school ( who always looked at her like she was a bad stink he couldn’t escape ) or he was flocked by girls who clearly wanted to get in his pants.  She could tell that he wasn’t particularly interested in the conversations she could catch between him and some of the girls--most of them either talked about the upcoming Valentine’s Dance the school was throwing, Tina’s After Valentine’s Party, or something like going shopping.  Y/N caught him rolling his eyes a couple of times when she’d overhear the conversations and it almost made her laugh.  

She did however spend her study hall period with Steve every day.  Whoever got to the library first would pick out a table for the two of them and they would speak quietly while they worked.  They mostly kept up the conversation because Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut even if he was studying.  At first, especially given their first study hall period together, Y/N was annoyed and found herself almost leaving the table and finding some place new to sit.  

But she never did.  

It was while they both did homework or studied for tests that Y/N got to know Steve.  She learned about his home life ( “My parents are gone a lot.  Dad’s office is in the city and Mom visits him most weekends.” ) and his old habits ( “Used to be on the basketball team until everything.  I kinda forgot about college applications with all the bullshit, so I’m looking for a summer job now.” )  and the fact that Dustin had gotten him interested in Star Wars ( “That shithead wouldn’t stop talking about it so I roped myself into a marathon with him and I have to say I don’t hate it.  But don’t tell him that.” ).  

She had to admit, Steve Harrington was quickly becoming one of her favorite people in Hawkins.  

She looked forward to their study hall period about as much as she looked forward to drama with Robin.  Robin, who had no idea about the supernatural element Hawkins had, was definitely becoming Y/N’s best friend.  Robin may have been in the same grade as Billy and Steve, so the pair didn’t have any other classes together except for their drama elective and their lunch period, but Robin had come to join the lunch table with Y/N, Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve.  Robin seemed to have a resentment for Steve that Y/N didn’t understand and quietly noted how Robin wouldn’t speak when Steve spoke and focused more on Y/N or even Jonathan and sometimes Nancy.  

Y/N made a quiet note to ask Robin about that the next time they were hanging out outside of the school walls where no one would interrupt them.  Or overhear it, if it was something bad.  

“So is anyone going to the Valentine’s Day parties?”  Robin asked at the lunch table, looking up from the school bought lunch tray and shrugging her shoulders.  She was trying to include everyone in the conversation, which Y/N appreciated.  She still hadn’t had the chance to ask Robin why she seemed to dislike Steve.  

“Oh, Jonathan’s taking me to the drive in!”  Nancy said with a giddy smile, giving Jonathan’s arm a light squeeze when she looked at him.  “And then we’re having that party for Y/N this weekend.”  

Nancy had said it so casually that Y/N could have brushed it off.  But she watched as both her brother and Steve hung their heads and sighed at Nancy’s comment and how the brunette was looking between the two of them with a confused what did i do expression on her face.  

“Party for Y/N?”  Robin asked before Y/N got the chance to do so.  

Jonathan muttered something quietly to Nancy that, if Y/N heard it correctly, sounded a lot like “Good going Nance.”  Then he turned to face the rest of the group.  “I was going to invite you later today, Robin.”  Y/N caught Steve shooting a glare at Nancy, who had finally realized her misstep as she gasped and muttered a soft apology under her breath.  “It’s Y/N’s birthday the day after Valentine’s, so we’re having a party at the house for her.  It was supposed to be a surprise.”  

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!”  Nancy said with widened eyes, shaking her head.  

“It’s okay, Nance.”  Y/N replied with a shrug of her shoulders, taking a sip from her can of new coke.  “I mean, I love how everyone thinks it was a surprise.  Mom can’t hold a surprise party to save her life.  You think I didn’t notice the decorations she’d picked up from Melvald’s after her last shift?”  She laughed at the comment, rolling her eyes.  She loved her family, for the first time in a lot of years she was genuinely excited to celebrate her birthday ( for the first time she was actually having a party, other than the year prior where Natasha had thrown a quick dorm party with some store bought cake the girls had all chipped in for ).  

She watched as Jonathan deflated, he hadn’t realized she’d seen the decorations before he’d been able to help their mother hide them in the back closet.  After a couple of moments he nodded his head.  “We thought it was a good idea.”  

Y/N put her hand on her brother’s shoulder as she grinned, “It’s such a good idea.  I’m gonna love whatever the surprise party is, even if it’s not exactly a surprise!”  

And with that comment the conversation was dropped, but Robin did happily agree that she would be there.  

It was Wednesday, the day before Valentine’s Day, and Y/N found herself leaving her first class of the morning halfway through.  It was a big class and the teacher rarely paid attention when he was there ( there was a substitute today, who seemed more interested in primping her hair than the class ) so it was an easy one for her to sneak out the back door of.  

She went outside and sunk down on the front steps, taking a breath.  Everyone in the class with the sub had been talking about their Valentine’s plans and Y/N just didn’t want to listen to it all.  Maybe if the class had been doing some actual work she would have stayed, but it didn’t matter.  Which is what she told herself when she looked up into the parking lot.  

“Y’know, all that time I knew you, I really thought you were a class going goody goody.”  

Y/N turned her head to look at Billy when he announced himself as he walked over to her and took a step beside her on the school’s steps.  

“Apparently I was wrong.”  

She ignored his comment and looked at him, “Did you just get here?  The school bell rang like fifteen minutes ago?  Oh, that’s right.  You only go to athletics.”  Y/N laughed.  

Billy chuckled at her comment, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and tapping it to get one out.  “I don’t only go there.  But if i did, it’s ’cause it’s the only one that ain’t boring.”  

“It’s an elective, it’s not supposed to be boring.”  

“And what elective are you taking?”

“Drama.”  Which caused Billy to laugh quickly as he eyed her.  She knew they’d talked about this before--how she loved theater but hated acting in it.  Y/N always called herself a behind the scenes personality.  “Don’t laugh at me, jock,” she nudged his arm with her own as she let out a small chuckle, “I’m not on stage, there’s like twenty other people in the room.”  

“Sounds like Hawkins is changing you.”  Billy commented.  

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”  

The conversation lulled between them into a competitive silence for a couple of moments as Y/N’s comment hung in the air between the pair.  Billy’s gaze almost dared her to look away and her’s was screaming prove me wrong.  

Neither of them budged or spoke again for a couple of moments.  The competitive air soon dissipated and became the same comfortable air they’d both grown to know in conversation.  They looked away from each other, Y/N opening up her backpack and Billy leaning back against the stairs and looking up at the sky.  After a while the pair started talking again.  

“Did you see the banner they put up for the Valentine’s Dance?”  Y/N asked, talking about the bright pink and heard filled banner that hung right in the entry way for the school.  It even had a countdown until the dance and a dangling heart that reminded everyone don’t forget to buy a rose for your Valentine! secret admirers welcomed!  

Billy snorted, turning his head to look at her.  “It’s hard to miss.”  

Y/N nodded.  “You going?”  

Billy puffed out some air and shook his head, “Valentine’s Day isn’t my thing.”

“I’d say I’m shocked but.”  And Y/N trailed off with a chuckle, rolling her eyes at his comment.  Even if she didn’t know him well, she could tell it wasn’t his “thing”--he didn’t seem like the celebrating holidays or romance type.  “Does that mean you didn’t say yes to any of those girls I saw you talking with about the parties?”  

“Why, do you wanna be my special valentine, Y/N?”  Billy asked, looking up at her from under his eyelashes that he batted at her.  He was egging her on and she could tell, but she couldn’t help the flush of heat pricking her cheeks at his words.  

“Uh, no thank you.  I’ve got plans of my own.”  

“What?  Babysitting?”  

“No.”  Y/N grumbled, crossing her arms as she looked out at the parking lot before turning her gaze back on her friend sitting beside her.  She could tell he didn’t really believe her.  “Seriously, no.  It’s my birthday so my family and everyone’s throwing me a surprise party this weekend.”  

“Is it a surprise if you know about it?”  

“I’m going to pretend to be shocked for my mom, she worked hard for the party since it’s the first one I’ve been home for in years.”  Y/N nodded her head and looked over at Billy.  She couldn’t tell if he said anything else or if he was just moving the dimming cigarette around ( he had in fact muttered something under his breath along the lines of “must be nice” and he appreciated that she didn’t comment on it ) so she continued anyway with a light tap on his shoulder.  “You should come by.  It’s Saturday at like five or something.”  

“Don’t think they’d appreciate it if I showed up.”  

“It’s my party and I can invite whoever I want.”

The conversation lulled once more as Billy tossed the cigarette down on the ground and lit up another.  She didn’t get an answer from him, and she almost wanted to ask again.  Which Y/N would have, if she didn’t think that Billy would make a sarcastic comment about her inviting him to the party.  

So she let it slide and they fell back into a nice silence with a couple of comments every couple of minutes.  The pair could hear the bell ring in the background, but neither of them moved to go back inside the building at any point.  

Which was something that Billy did comment on, “Aren’t you missing class?”

“Aren’t you?”  Y/N hummed her response, tapping the book in her lap that she was reading for her English class.  

It had gotten cold sometime in the point they’d been outside, and she was sure the lunch bell was going to ring soon even if she wasn’t sure how long they’d been outside.  It was definitely more than the first period, since she’d seen a couple of classes going outside to run the track.  Y/N had been rubbing her hands against her arms for a short while now, the cold air getting to her after being outside this whole time.  

“I thought you midwesterners had immunity to the cold.  Ain’t that what you told me?”  Billy laughed at her motion.  Y/N turned her head to look at Billy, and she was about to come back with a witty response ( she’d had one on the tip of her tongue ) when he shrugged off his denim jacket and put it on her shoulders.  

The bell rang.  

“Don’t say I never gave you nothin’.”  

And with that, Y/N watched Billy get up and walk down toward the school’s fields where she assumed he would be meeting his friends for lunch.  He didn’t look back at her, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his retreating figure, his curly hair moving in the breeze as she pulled her arms through the jacket he’d left her with.  

Y/N ignored whatever she thought, and wondered ( dared to hope, even ) if she’d be seeing Billy at her party that weekend.  

[queenofcats17]

Three Old Men Hunt Ghosts

So, @aceofintuition posted some doodles of various AU’s they have involving their and @pipesflowforeverandever ‘s Joey’s. So I decided to write the Buzzfeed Unsolved one. 

The man colloquially known as ‘Snowy’ Drew did not believe in ghosts. Not in the slightest. He liked things he could touch, things he could see. He liked things that were tangible. Ghosts didn’t really fall into that category. Unfortunately for him, the man who had dubbed himself his ‘best friend’ very much believed in ghosts. And a lot of other things that Snowy didn’t really put any stock in. ‘Gingie’ Drew was almost the polar opposite of Snowy. He was fair skinned where Snowy was dark, short where Snowy was tall, whimsical and fanciful where Snowy was practical and rational. Technically speaking, they shouldn’t have been friends. And, at first, they hadn’t been. They’d met at an animation conference. Both of them were in the animation industry and had that in common at the very least, as well as the fact that they were both named Joey Drew. At first, their opposing personalities had caused them to hate each other. Until, that is, they’d discovered one other thing they had in common. Their love for their children. As soon as they both found out the other had a child and would do anything for them, their hatred toward each other cooled, and they’d quickly become quite close friends. 

But that was in the past. Now it was the middle of the night and Snowy was at the wheel of his car, Gingie in the passenger seat, headed to some random location that Gingie was convinced was haunted. In the backseat was Norman Polk, who was along to record the whole experience. See, Gingie had gotten the idea that it would be fun to start a web series. His daughter, adopted daughter really, liked watching videos on YouTube and had come across a web series where two men discussed supernatural occurrences and true crime. Gingie had thought this would be a marvelous idea. Snowy didn’t mind the idea. He found true crime to be rather interesting, and it was pretty entertaining to watch Gingie get excited about the supernatural. 

“You just enjoy all the compliments you get in the comments.” Ana had said. She wasn’t wrong. Snowy didn’t mind all the comments about his attractiveness, as well as the ones about how cute Joy was. She’d been on a few episodes, but only the ones where he thought the content was appropriate. Gingie had brought on his granddaughter, Linda, a few times as well. Again, only when the content was appropriate, because Marvin had given Gingie a thorough talking to about what exactly Linda would be exposed to. 

“Gingersnap, remind me why we have to do this in the middle of the night,” Snowy said as they drove down the dirt path to the cave. Because of course it was a cave. 

“Well, you wouldn’t expect a ghost to just appear in the middle of the day, would you?” Gingie replied. How on Earth did he have this much energy?! It was almost midnight and they’d both gotten up at 6 that morning!

“It’s a cave. It’s always dark in a cave. They can’t tell the difference.” 

“Well, yes...” Gingie hesitated a bit. “But the time is important. The supernatural is stronger during the witching hour.” Snowy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure, that checks out.” He muttered. 

A few minutes later they pulled up outside of the cave. They’d gotten permission to film in the cave, but there was still a guide from the park service waiting for them. The cave was, for the most part, undeveloped and thus rather dangerous. 

“Hello.” The park service employee waved wearily. They were a tired dark skinned 20-something dressed in a park uniform. Judging from the circles under their eyes, they were probably a pretty new hire. 

“Ah! You must be Ramirez!” Gingie scrambled out of the car, bounding up to shake the guide’s hand. They couldn’t help but smile a little at Gingie’s enthusiasm. 

“Um, yeah. That’s me.” They replied. “Are you guys the two Drew’s?” 

“Indeed we are!” Gingie grinned, shaking their hand excitedly. “I must say, it’s a pleasure to be here! Thank you so much for letting us film in the cavern!”

“Sorry we had to drag you out here so late,” Snowy said, walking up behind Gingie.

“It’s fine,” Ramirez assured him. “I’m used to being up this late anyway.”

“You in college?” Snowy asked as Gingie peered past their guide. 

“Yeah. I’m in my last year.” Ramirez nodded. “I’m working here part-time right now, but eventually I want this to be my permanent job.”

“That’s a rather noble ambition.” Gingie turned his attention back to Ramirez. “It’s very important to take care of the beauty that Mother Nature has given to us.”

“You really think so?” Ramirez smiled shyly. “My aunt told me it was stupid. But...my family doesn’t really talk to her anymore anyway.”

“Well, that was rude of her.” Gingie’s smile quickly turned to a frown. He soon launched into a motivational speech for the young park employee. Snowy went back to the car to check on Norman. The projectionist was unloading the camera and sound equipment from the trunk, doing quick tests to make sure everything was working the way it should. 

“Everything working?” Snowy asked, leaning down. 

“So far.” Norman nodded, picking up the main camera and hefting it onto his shoulder. 

“Thanks for sticking with us for this long,” Snowy said after a moment of silence. “We both really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” Norman replied. “If you both die horrific deaths, someone needs to record it.” 

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Snowy rolled his eyes. But Norman didn’t laugh. Snowy turned back to look at him. Norman just smiled at him. Snowy knew Norman was, in all likelihood, joking. But you could never quite tell with him.  

“Let’s, uh, let’s just go.” Snowy walked quickly towards the mouth of the cave. Norman hummed to himself, following. Gingie was still talking with Ramirez when Snowy and Norman got to them, both looking rather excited. 

“C’mon, Gingersnap.” Snowy grabbed Gingie by his collar. “Henry’ll have a heart attack if you suddenly adopt another kid.”

“I-I’m not trying to adopt them!” Gingie sputtered, his cheeks turning red. “We were simply talking!”

“Sure you were,” Snowy said. “That’s what you said with Francine too, and now you’re practically her dad.”

“You do have a tendency to adopt young people you like.” Norman agreed. 

“Not you too, Mr. Polk!” Gingie wailed. After a moment or two of bickering, they separated and got ready to do their intro. 

“Hello everyone!” Gingie waved at the camera. “This week, we’re investigating Echo Cave in our continuing quest to answer the question, are ghosts real? I must say, I’m rather excited!” 

“I’m just hoping I don’t get shit on by a bat.” Snowy shrugged. 

“In any case, let’s go!” Gingie beamed and started into the cave, followed by Snowy and Norman. Ramirez snorted a little as they followed the trio of men. They hadn’t been sure what to expect when their boss had told them they’d be escorting the hosts of a web series through the cave but it certainly hadn’t been this. Still, they were certainly interesting men.

As they got deeper, the light began to fade, prompting them to pull out their flashlights. Norman had a head mounted one, while the other three just had flashlights they were carrying. 

“So, what can you tell us about this place?” Snowy asked, looking back at them. Norman had begun recording by this point. 

“Well, it’s a naturally formed cave,” Ramirez said, shifting into tour guide mode. “For the most part, it’s just home to animals. Black bears, raccoons, squirrels. Things like that. Humans didn’t usually come here. But...” They paused for dramatic effect, shining their flashlight under their face. “There was one significant incident where humans visited this cave. It happened in the winter of 1856. Two men, explorers, were driven into this cave by a blizzard. They were ill prepared for the harsh conditions, and their supplies soon ran out.” Gingie was walking alongside them, watching with an eager look. Ramirez started to grin, but quickly cleared their throat and put on a serious expression. 

“They were in this cave for months, by themselves, trapped by the snow. Eventually, tensions began to rise. The two men began to turn on each other, convinced the other was out to get them. In the end, their hostilities boiled over, and they fought. Only one came out alive.” They lowered their voice. “And in the darkness of the cave, standing over the body of his friend, the victor’s hunger made itself known once more. It had been so long since he’d eaten. When other explorers found the cave, they found both men dead. The first from the fight, with great chunks of him ripped away. The second...from suicide. It appeared he was unable to cope with what he’d done. But no one was ever sure. They say his ghost haunts these caves, begging for forgiveness. Or maybe...Maybe he’s taken a liking to the taste of humans.” They leaned back, letting the words settle. 

“Oh, bravo!” Gingie tucked his flashlight under his arm so that he could applaud them. “That was wonderful!”

“You sure know how to tell a story, kid.” Snowy chuckled. 

“I didn’t go too far?” Ramirez smiled nervously. 

“No no! Not at all!” Gingie said. “It was very engaging!”

“Ghost stories aren’t really my thing, but you seemed like you were enjoying yourself, so I liked it.” Snowy agreed. Ramirez felt a bit of color rising to their cheeks at this praise.

“In all seriousness,” they cleared their throat. “Two explorers did get trapped in here by a blizzard, one killed the other, probably ate some of the other to survive, and then died. And people do say they see a man in 19th-century clothing wandering around here.”

“Which is why you wanted to come here.” Snowy looked pointedly at Gingie, who smiled sheepishly.

“I was hoping I could help but his soul to rest.” He admitted. “I brought supplies as well!” He began digging around in the bag he’d brought.

“We better not get possessed,” Snowy muttered. “Ana would kill me if I let myself be possessed.”

“My dear Snowy!” Gingie let out a horrified gasp. “I would never let something like that happen to you!”

“Do they get in situations where they might be possessed often?” Ramirez whispered to Norman, who snorted quietly. 

“More than you’d think.”

It didn’t take long before they’d reached the furthest point they could safely go. Ramirez told them when that was, gently tugging them back. 

“Alright!” Gingie brightened. “Well, now that we’re here, would you mind terribly if I brought out the spirit box?”

“I hate the spirit box.” Snowy wrinkled his nose in distaste.

“I know you do.” Gingie smiled apologetically as he pulled out the device. “So I won’t run it for too long.” Ramirez was about to ask why Snowy hated the spirit box. Then Gingie turned it on. And after a moment or two, they understood. The spirit box was loud and the constant switching of channels produced an irritating static. 

“Is there anyone here with us?” Gingie asked, his expression suddenly becoming serious. They all sat there in silence as the box kept switching channels. 

“If there is anyone here with us, could you tell me your name?”

Still nothing, but Ramirez could have sworn the air around them had gotten colder. They could see their breath in front of their face.

“Our guide has informed us that you were trapped here with your friend.” Gingie continued, his gaze firmly on the spirit box. “And that you killed your friend. Do you have anything to say about that?”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a voice came out of the spirit box. 

“...erved it...”

“Could you repeat that?” Gingie said calmly. 

“He...deserved it...” A chill ran down Ramirez’s spine at the voice coming from the box. It was low, raspy, and full of rage. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be!

“That’s hardly a fair thing to say.” Gingie shook his head, a disappointed look on his face. 

"Pretty sure his only mistake was getting stuck here with you,” Snowy said with a snide smile. The air around them was only growing colder. Ramirez was beginning to shiver now, rubbing their hands on their arms. 

“You know...nothing...” The voice from the box growled. Ramirez could almost make out the figure of a man over the box. A haggard looking man dressed in 19-century clothing.

“Oh, I think I know quite a bit.” Gingie smiled sweetly. “Such as how to get rid of you.” The figure of the man solidified and went for Gingie’s throat. Ramirez shrieked and stumbled back, dropping their flashlight. All the lights in the cave went out, leaving Ramirez in darkness. They could hear the sounds of a struggle, as well as Snowy cursing. When the lights came back on, Norman was standing over them, holding out a hand to the park employee. 

“You alright?” He rumbled.

“I...There was a ghost.” They stammered as Norman pulled them to their feet. “There was a man! And he talked to Mr. Drew and- and-” 

“A ghost?” Gingie looked around wildly. “Where?” He was still in the same position he’d been before the lights had gone out. Snowy was in the same place as well, yawning and stretching. 

“I...I thought...” Ramirez stared at the space where they’d seen the ghost. They had seen a ghost, hadn’t they? It had to have been there. 

“You alright, kid?” Snowy asked. “You took a bit of a tumble there when the lights went out.” 

“I...I’m okay.” Ramirez nodded slowly. Maybe...Maybe they were just working too hard. 

Gingie and Snowy messed around in the cave for a little longer before they had all the footage they needed and Ramirez led them back out of the cavern. The men thanked them for their time and left in Snowy’s car. When the video eventually went up, Ramirez watched it and found no evidence of the ghost they thought they’d seen. Maybe they’d been imagining things. But something about Gingie’s smile as he and Snowy had left made them wonder. Oh well. They had other things to worry about. 

[maknaekink]

found you.

Based off this AU.

words: 1,817

rating: Fluff fluff fluffy AU (I’m thinking about making more out of this AU so tell me what y’all think)

summary: A world where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well. Yugyeom’s favourite part of the day is watching small doodles and lines show up on his skin, hoping to one day decipher your scribbles and be able to find you.

Yugyeom watched as lines began to surface on his forearm once again. You were obviously bored, wherever you were, because it was a new piece that carried on for ages. He watched, hypnotised as you drew a fairy and surrounded her with intricate patterns and flowers. He watched as you drew the one flower that made it’s way into every piece you drew.

A lily.

He had pieced together bits and pieces about your life and who you were. You were an art student somewhere in Korea, itching to become a tattoo artist. He discovered this as you scribbled down your art history homework on your arm before writing a reminder to ask Hyungwon for the name of the tattoo parlour looking to hire. Yugyeom had frowned when he saw another boy’s name but shook his head as he prayed that you would write down the name of a shop and he’d be able to find you.

He had tried meeting you before, writing locations on the back of his hand, hoping you would see it and realise. But you never came. You had somehow assumed it was an old reminder, completely forgetting the fact that every time you marked your skin, you marked his too.

He himself was a bit of an artist as well, although he prefered dance. He would add little details to your pieces here and there, allowing you the reminder that he was out there and waiting.

You knew he was there. Adding things, giving you reminders. But you were scared. Scared that he wouldn’t be satisfied with the broke aspiring tattoo artist you were. Scared that he wouldn’t be everything you dreamed of. So you pretended to be oblivious.

After a while, Yugyeom gave up on trying to trick you into meeting him and just tried to meet you by chance. Hoping that the supermarket you were going to was the one near his dance studio or that you bought your paints from the same store his friend Jackson worked in. No such luck.

You began to make your reminders a little bit more specific, as if understanding somehow that he was trying to find you.

Breakfast @ Kwang’s Noodle Palace with KiKwang.

Buy new pens @ Kinokuniya by Bingsu Barn.

You would linger a little longer after paying the bill or pretend to not see your pens as you circled the familiar store for the umpteenth time, hoping to run into him.

No such luck.

Years began to pass as you continued to scribble along your skin here and there. It had become a routine for him, watching you aimlessly doodle. You continued to watch as he added himself into your pieces, taking pictures of the final products for your boss at the tattoo parlour. You love how he signed his initials next to yours. KYG.

KYG. Three letters which belonged to someone who could change your life forever.

Your move from Busan to Seoul had been a quick one, and you thrived on being independent. You were doing what you loved and you loved where you were headed. What if KYG was controlling? Or misogynistic? Or unsupportive of your dreams?

You shook your head as you walked through the coldness of autumn to the shop, rushing past others on their way to work.

“Y/N!” Your boss and piercing expert, Im Jaebum, called, “You’re here!”

“Yah! Sorry I’m late, the train was packed this morning so I decided to wait for the next one.”

“No worries.” He pushed his chair back, “Could you man the front desk for a bit? I have to go pick up my little brother. He wants an industrial but is too pussy to come here on his own.”

“Yep, sure.”

“Cool, you’ll like him. Youngjae is pretty cute.”

“You say that about all your brothers. The artsy one, the music one, the dancey one, the martial artsy one. They’re all cute, I get it. It was a common trait in your foster home.” You laughed.

“Don’t sass me, girl. I do pay you.” Jaebum grinned before ducking out of the shop to pick up his brother.

“Next appointment is...” You mumbled to yourself, hoping to get some designing time in, “4pm, Jeon Jungkook.”

You internally danced at the four hours of free time you now had to decorate your arms with. Your designs were by far the most popular and you needed to produce new one.

“What shall our centrepiece be today?” You bit your lip and flipped through the animal and mythical creature designs, “Mermaid it is then.”

You began to lightly sketch the mermaid in the centre of your forearm with the carbon paper. You stopped mid sketch, and decided to put supposed Mr. Right to the test.

“Let’s see if you notice what’s missing, jagi.”

You rubbed the lily off and replaced it with a magnolia, continuing your design until the ink had finally dried on your skin.

Yugyeom was at the dance studio with Jungkook and Bobby when he began to see faint lines appear on his forearm once again.

“What are you painting for me today, my love?” He whispered as he continued to watch your masterpiece come to life. He loved watching you create, it was his favourite part of the day. It meant that you were well and alive somewhere in Korea, doing what you loved. He could just imagine you sitting at your desk, with your tongue out in concentration. He could feel that you were one of those people.

“You should bring your soulmate’s designs to the tattoo parlour I’m going to later.” Jungkook said, “They may just hire her.”

“Last time I checked she has a really good job. Her salary is more that you’ve ever earned.”

“Salty!” Bobby chided, “Jungkook was just making a suggestion, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s finish this routine, then we can go watch Kookie squirm under the needle.”

“You should get one too!” Jungkook bounced on the balls of his feet, “Something significant to you.”

Yugyeom shook his head, “Not without her permission.”

“So ask her. There’s bound to be a pen somewhere.”

“It’s okay. I’d prefer to ask her in person. Then she can tattoo me herself.”

“You guys will be one of the the most artistic couples I know. A tattoo artist and a dancer. Your kids will be so creative Van Gogh will have a run for his money.” Bobby laughed before turning the music on once more, “Alright then. 5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8...”

You had finished your mermaid piece and was awaiting any amendments made by him. He would notice right? He had been watching you sketch for almost your whole life, he had to know.

You remembered the first time you sketched on your skin. It was senior year of high school, and you had been bored in your Spanish class, no dar una cogida. You had been scrolling through tumblr, looking at tattoo designs for your friend. You spotted an intricate design of a lily of the valley and immediately needed to mark your skin with the design. So you did.

Once you had finished, you noticed a word below your art piece.

Wow.

He had to remember. It was your first encounter with the man on the other side.

After two hours of staring at the piece on your arm, you noticed a lily being sketched at the bottom of the portrait, making you smile.

He knew. He knew what was missing.

Maybe it was time to let him in. Maybe it was time for you to allow him the luxury of being yours.

Yugyeom traced his attempt at a lily at the bottom of your new design with a sharpie, slightly upset that he hadn’t done it as well as you would have.

“Sorry, love, never going to be as nice as yours.” He blew on the wet ink and lay down on Jungkook’s couch.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook!” Heol, Jungkook’s girlfriend yelled, “You better pick a nice design. I’ll be stuck with it forever as well.”

“Well, there goes my forehead dick tattoo idea.” He grinned at her cheekily before looking at his friend, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Yugyeom smirked, more than ready to watch Jungkook hold back tears as he got his and his girlfriend’s names tattooed over his heart.

“Are you sure I’ll be okay?”

“My brother makes a shit ton of money off his tattoo parlour. You’re lucky he even squeezed you in, pabo.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You know this is just nerves speaking.”

“Mhmm. Suck it up.” Yugyeom ran his hand through his blonde hair, “At least your pain tolerance is better than Youngjae’s. Jaebum said he had never heard anyone scream as loud as him when he pierced his ear.”

“Oh lord.”

“Don’t pussy out now. You promised yourself you would do this.”

“Right. No turning back now.”

The pair pushed their way into JB’s tattoo shop, heading to the front desk where they found Yugyeom’s foster brother.

“Hm, the artist went to buy lunch for us, so she’ll be a while.”

“She?” Jungkook gulped, “Is she goo-”

“The best.” Jaebum answered firmly, “One of the best artists I’ve ever met.”

“Okay, okay.”

“You can check out her designs if you want. The book is somewhere in the pile on the table.”

Jungkook picked up the first book, which contained the designs for lettering, “It’s okay, I’ll just look for the font I like the best.”

Yugyeom’s curiosity to see how good this artist supposedly was compared to his girl caused him to grab the book under Jungkook’s. He made himself comfortable on one of the loveseats in the waiting area and read the front cover.

Y/N’s designs.

“Y/N.” Yugyeom murmured, “What a pretty name.”

He opened the book and froze. This piece looked so familiar. From the sharp edges of the vampire queen’s teeth to the lily at the bottom of the page. He frantically flipped through the book and found every single design you had designed together with your initials next to his near the bottom.

The door to the shop opened, “Yo boss man, they didn’t have your go to order so I just got you the beef fiesta burrito.”

There you were in all your glory, tight black jeans, Ramones t-shirt and black boots.

“Y/N.” Yugyeom stood up from the seat.

“Hello there...” You tried not to drool at the insanely attractive boy in front of you.

“This is my brother, Yugyeom, and his friend Jungkook. You’ll be doing a piece for him today.”

“Nice to meet you, Yugyeom,” You loved how his name rolled off your tongue.

You stretched your inked arm out to shake his hand, only to be met with a hand connected to an arm with the same exact design. You looked up at him and gaped as he grinned.

“Found you.”