AU: Beacon Hills library has a less than decent selection, so Kira takes to haunting the massive bookstore around the corner, curling up on the floor and reading novels she fully intends to buy – until she finishes them. She’s not exactly subtle, as Allison discovers when she’s scheduled to work over Christmas, tripping over her every time she goes to restock The Hunger Games. Still, Allison has to admit, the girl is pretty cute.
The fourth time Allison finds her, Kira asks her to a party, and it’s all over from there.
After meeting Namjoon in your local bookstore your luck went from bad to worse, soon becoming a fellow neighbour to him.
Namjoon X Reader AU
Namjoon. Why did it have to be Namjoon?
his footsteps echo through the apartment next to yours. His off key singing was
leaking through the paper thin walls as you covered your ears with your pillow,
each shaking note struggling to reach the correct key. Goosebumps ran across
your skin from each exhale heard through the wall. His presence irritated you.
Hearing his voice would force your hand to form a fist. Seeing his smirk plastered
across his face tested your temper. You despised Namjoon but to him you were
just a shy neighbour who went red every time you saw him.
i dream about moving to new york and becoming best friends with you - being witchy, writing, and finding magical nooks and crannies to explore
Please do??? I need a coven. We can enchant the pots at Alice’s Tea Cup, haunt the used bookstores and Central Park, leave our sigils on the concrete, drop our secrets into the empty grave at Greenwood cemetery…
yo! i really dig your art style, keep it up! I was wondering if you could tell me a couple of jeanmarco fic recs, ive run outta lengthy, finished material and you seem like someone with a good knowledge of fics. anything finished is good! thank you
I honestly don’t know what is it about these fics that just. Just gets me, like there’s something about it that’s so mysterious. I need to get to the bottom of this. These fics keeps me awake at night sometimes.
Rough Seas by palominopup Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 71,600 Summary: Lieutenant Commander Dean Winchester was coming home after fourteen
years with his two year old baby in tow. He’d left the town of
Winchester Bay after his father caught him and his best friend/lover
together. He ran from his father, from the town and from Cas. Now,
he’s back. The Novak brothers warned Dean to stay away from Cas, but in
a town the size of Winchester Bay, how could he do that…no matter how
hard he wanted to. A rescue at sea starts a series of events that
brings the men together again, but the years took their toll on any love
they once shared.
I have a confession. I love romance novels.
I can hear the gasps of shock reverberating!! No seriously, even before
discovering fanfic, I would haunt the bookstore waiting for the next
Nora Roberts book and then tuck it in the bottom of my knapsack, saving it for a nice sunny day. This fic has all
the hallmarks of those classic romances: small towns, young love, heartbreak,
and the reigniting of old flames. Add to that Lt Commander Winchester
of the US Coast Guard (dear lord above) and Castiel Novak of the Novak
Bros fishing fleet and it is a recipe that works! Need a break from
angst, death, torture and all the other thing we love about SPN? Then
this fic is for you! The author has now finished Castles in the Sand, which is a follow up story told from Cas’ POV.
Today, I got the chance to visit The Haunted Bookstore in Iowa City- local to me, since I live in the Amanas and can easily walk here from my art classes on Sunday mornings.
I took lots more photos than this, but this place was fucking huge. No walls were left uncovered in books. It takes up an entire strip of commercial space in downtown Iowa City and has everything from first editions to new releases. They have at least 20 shelves of each genre and more. Most books are in their original languages and print.
There are chairs in every corner and 2 cats, Sylvia and Cola, that roam freely around the shop. The cats often jump up and rest with people as they read within the store. I found myself in the science fiction wing with my nose in an X-Files encyclopedia.
The shop owner, Emily, was more than happy to let me feature her shop on my blog, unfortunately I was not able to get a photograph of her or her daughter that were at the shop that day. Sadly, a camera battery can only last so long in a maze of books. I found myself literally lost a few times, following the cats (who also followed me).
When I saw the inside of this place- the only thing I could think of was writing a story about it.
Do you haunt bookstores? Find yourself looking for one of those quirky independents even on vacation? Do you fantasize about owning such a place, preferably a jumble of rooms encouraging browsers to meander all afternoon, ideally located in a quaint New England town?
Well, hello friends! Remember me? First off, let me apologize for being MIA for the last far too many weeks. Things have been crazy here and I’ve been theoretically writing a novel, so I haven’t been around as much. But I’m tired of that. I miss you guys and I miss Finn and Rae and the gang. So, busy or not, I’m going to endeavor to be obnoxiously around again!
Secretly, or not so secretly probably, I am a huge fan of all things spooky and ghosty and horror-y, so I didn’t want to let Halloween go by without indulging a little. I doubt I’ll be done with this by Halloween, but here’s a little bit to start with.
My thanks to @madfatty and @slitherouter, who are relentlessly supportive and enthusiastic about even my craziest of ideas. You guys are the best. Thank you, too, to YOU. Please see the author’s note at the bottom for more.
“You’re something of a modern day Nancy Drew then,” Danielle
O’Day laughs her million dollar chuckle. Finn grunts at the television from his
seat at one of the break-room tables. “Exposing all the secrets of so-called
Rae laughs and the camera slowly zooms in close on her. She
looks good on camera, he’s discovered over these last few months. Her
shimmering sheet of hair reflects back the stage lights, and she grins a razor
smile from behind ruby-painted lips. She crosses and recrosses her legs a lot.
“Well, it’s been my great delight to debunk so many pervasive fallacies. You’d
be surprised how many people still believe in ghosts even in this day and age!”
I bought the cutest little witchy mug at the markets this weekend!
I also got chatting with the owner of the stall about her shop based in Brisbane called Mystical Realms Witchcraft. Admittedly there were a lot of ‘Old Religion’ mentions on the flyers for her shop/coven/Facebook page and since I’m just a 20-something there was no way she was gonna listen to me if I told her that Wicca isn’t an 'old religion’ in the grand scheme of things…
Oh well - I’ve got tomorrow off from work so the plan is to take my grandmother out for lunch/coffee and then go haunt some local bookstores together 👻📖 Hopefully I will also get time to work on my grimoire ~