Mazie has fallen in love. Okay, maybe it's with the ghost of a boy from school she hates, but love conquers all, right? ***** Soon after sixteen-year-old Mazie moves to the town of Dorn, she becomes haunted by the ghost of a teenage boy. The ghost doesn't remember anything, so Mazie calls him Jack. Until then, she never knew that ghosts could tap dance, nor that it was possible to fall in love with one! But then Mazie meets Blake, a mean, popular boy at her new high school - and she realizes that Blake is Jack's living counterpart. This means Blake is in grave danger, and only Mazie can help him, but saving this unpleasant boy might kill her ghostly love forever... [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

Micah Lauzier doesn't really need a new roommate. His finances are stretched a bit thinner than he would like without one, but it's not like he has the time to do much outside of his job as a CIA analyst anyways. When his twin sister (who stole his last roommate) asks if he would be willing to live with a friend of a friend for two years, he thinks it'll just be an easy way to reduce the amount of time he spends on chores each month. Enter Hayes Wexler. At twenty three, she's a law school drop-out finally pursuing what she wants instead of what her parents want for her. Getting a masters degree in museum studies while living ten minutes away from the famed Smithsonian Institute should be a breeze for this academic overachiever, however she soon realizes that it's the things outside of books that are going to give her trouble. Micah is quiet and grounded. Hayes is loud and dreamy. But they might just be exactly what the other needs. Two academic years. Twenty one months. Adventure, aggravation, and uncertainty abound.

She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!

❝ Anitchka, Anitchka, will you not invite me in? ❞ In which a girl is indebted to a wintry demon for saving her life, and the gold from her fingertips is a magic whose price she must repay tenfold. Unless she guesses his name first. | loosely based on rumplestiltskin |