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Prompt: Five times Osamu’s magic reached out to you + One time your magic reached out to him

Ship: Osamu Miya x Reader (Fem)

Content: Fluff, Some Angst, Cursing, College AU, Wizard AU

Word Count: 8.3k

A/N: Wow! I did not intend for this to be this long. Honestly, it took me like a straight week to write this so some parts might be a little choppy. Still I hope you guys Enjoy :D

I’d also like to say Happy Birthday to the amazing @writeiolite! I really hope that your day today is as marvelous as you are. You are one of the kindest, most genuine, humble, and amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Thank you so much for our friendship and being such a bright and joyful person. Words cannot describe how much admiration, respect, and love I have for you! Thank you so much for inspiring so many writers and creating such a wonderful network of writers. Love you tons and I hope you’re blessed with endless birthday wishes xxx

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1. First Encounter

The first time Miya Osamu's magic reaches out to you is by pure accident.

You had to ask yourself later, did it reach out of necessity, or was it looking for you specifically?

You'd probably never know to be honest.

All you do know is that one second you're texting your family, informing them about how you've spent exploring the campus all day, and the next, you're being pulled backward, and away from the door, you were just about to exit from.

Saying you're startled is an understatement. Especially when you notice that you're all alone in this hallway, the only other signs of life are coming from the door that's lit up at the end of the hall.

You narrowed your eyes as you scanned the hallway, quickly tapping the side of your glasses. You'd enchanted these glasses so that when you gave a command, verbal or physical, they'd be able to let you see the magical signatures and essences that objects or people gave off, respectively. You called it magic spec mode. Crucial in situations like this.

Slowly the magical signatures of the objects around you came into view. Colors of all shapes and sizes filled your vision as the charms and spells that protected these buildings became present.

Glancing downward, your eyes widened as you see someone's magical essence wrapped around your midsection. Resembling ivy vines, the essence was bright golden and shimmered every few seconds. Sprouting from the main ivy branch where small tendrils that moved to the motion of their hosts' heartbeat.

Bringing a hand downward, you attempted to pull the essence off you but to no avail. Your hand merely slipped right through the golden vine. You sighed in frustration. Maybe if you just ignored it, it'd go away. It worked with your siblings. You didn't see why this couldn't work now.

Taking a step backward towards the door, you watched closely to see if the vine would release. It did quite the opposite. For a mere second, the vine pulsed brightly before straightening, pulling you forward and towards the other door.

Grunting as you moved forward, you scowled at the vines, "Oh, so now you want to be physical, huh?"

Taking a tentative step forward, you watch as the vine shimmered and became slightly warm. Rolling your eyes, you sighed before moving forward. Of course, you'd be the only one who became involved in such shenanigans. It seemed that leaving home and coming to Tokyo wasn't enough to stop the universe from putting you in odd situations.

You tapped your glasses as you approached the door, clearly whoever this essence belonged to was in this room. And seeing as how the vines on their own were bright enough, you didn't need to be blinded when you walked in. Sighing, you pulled open the door unceremoniously.

The sight that greeted you was one of, well, near despair. Hunched over what you assumed was a spellbook, and some ingredients was a grey-haired figure. His hands were tugging at tufts of his hair as he mouthed what he was reading. His elbows supported his weight against one of the metal tables the kitchen had.

Around him, the room was in what some could categorize as a state of neat disarray. Nearly every object that wasn't bolted on the floor was currently levitating around the room. Thankfully from what you could see, they were stationary, but it was still a bit odd to see an industrial-sized fridge two feet above the ground.

Stepping into the room, you clear your throat before you speak, "Hey, uh, do you need any help?"

At the sound of your voice, he jerks up, hitting his head on one of the metal bowls that was levitating behind him. You wince slightly; maybe you should have made some more noise when you came into the room.

Rubbing the back of his head, you watch as his cheeks turn a rosy red. "Oh, hello."

You offer him a small smile hoping to ease the embarrassment from moments before.

He clears his throat before continuing, "I'm, uh, all good. It's just a dumb conjuring spell that well, didn't go as planned." He gestures to the surrounding area as an example.

You nod your head as you listen to him. Simple spells were tricky in their wording, one incorrect pronunciation, and then you're stuck with a massive problem. It's happened to you more times than you'd like to admit.

"Let me take a look. Maybe I can help smooth out the kinks."

With a quick snap and a flick of your wrist, all levitating objects begin to return to their original positions. Furniture lands softly on the ground while cutlery and plates stack themselves into neat piles.

The stranger's eyes are wide, an eyebrow raised, but he stays abnormally quiet. He was eyeing you as if you're some sort of threat. You let out a small laugh raising your hands up in mock surrender.

"Hey, it was just a non-verbal spell, don't worry."

You can see the realization trickling into his eyes. Non-verbal spells were used by Sorcerers, masters of all magical elements. He seems more inclined to receive your help now, pushing his book over to you and pointing at one of the spells on the book.

"It's this one right here."

Nodding, you scan the poem. Just as you'd guessed, mispronunciation of the third word had turned the spell from a food summoning spell to a levitation spell.

"Don't worry too much. It was just a small mispronunciation. Happens to all of us." You give him a small shrug as you push the book back over to him. "If you want, I could show you, and then you can try it out?"

"Please, that'd be great." You press your lips together, flattening out a smile. He's so formal. It's cute.

Lifting your dominant hand, you focus on gesturing at the ingredients as you incanted the spell. The ingredients lifted themselves up before being consumed in a small flurry. After a few moments, the flurry slows down, letting a small cloud of dust settle. In the middle of it all, a fresh loaf of milk bread stands proudly.

Grinning widely, a small laugh escapes you as you clasp your hands together.

"The trick's not only to motion at the ingredients but also to envision what the finished product is supposed to look like. Small things like that can really amp up a spell."

His eyes are lit up with excitement as he speaks, "I'll have to try it out sometime."

"Why not now?" Lifting your hand, you gesture once more, incanting, "Fordo." Again the bread's enveloped in a flurry, except this time the ingredients pull themselves out and into their respective bowls.

Just as the stranger readies himself to incant the spell, a sharp ring fills the kitchen. Patting yourself down, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. Flipping it over quickly, you see your mom's contact name present on the screen. Giving him an apologetic smile, you walk back towards the door, your thumb hovering over the green button.

"Guess I won't be able to stick around. Sorry about that, but good luck!"

You don't give him a chance to reply, slipping out of the room as quickly as you'd stepped in. Tapping the button, you brought the phone up to your ear.

"Hey, mom!"

2. Introduction

The second time his magic reaches out to you is out of excitement.

With the beginning of the school year rolling in, you forgot all about Bread Boy (your assigned name for the stranger) and the kitchen encounter. Instead, most of your energy became focused on accommodating yourself to your new life at the Magical Institute of Tokyo.

During said time, you spent most of your free time exploring the school for quiet areas where you would be able to study and practice spells without interruption.

This is exactly how you managed to find the empty dining area in the History of Magic building. It was right connected through a small passage to one of the cafeterias that were littered across campus. Filled with mahogany tables and plush dining chairs, which were some of the most comfortable chairs you’d encountered in your life, it quickly became your go-to spot. Mostly because not many people knew this room existed; thus, it was nearly always empty.

Which is why you’re a bit stunned when you feel a small tugging sensation around your fingers. The feeling’s so faint that you brush it off. Your hand’s probably cramping up from the way you’re holding your book. Readjusting your hold on the book, you focus back on the book at hand.

Just as you begin to read up on the practical uses of telekinesis healing spells, you feel a stronger pull, firmer this time. You brush it off, stretching your fingers outward before shaking them off.

Before the book captures your attention, once more, you hear a shout from a familiar voice. “You! I finally found you!”

Peering over the edge of the book, you find yourself face to face with Bread Boy. This proves to be an instant mistake, as you find yourself looking at incredibly bright golden vines that are wrapped around his body. Looking down at your hand, you notice that one of them is currently entangled around your fingers. Blinking, you touch the side of your glasses in an attempt to stop you from becoming overwhelmed with the onslaught of his essence.

But it seems that turning off the enchantment on your glasses does nothing to dim down the giddiness of his face. Why was he so happy?

Sitting up straight, you lift your hand, giving him a small wave and a polite smile. “Uh, hi.”

He’s grinning from ear to ear, a look of pure joy present on his face. Had he somehow gotten more attractive since you’d seen him? You chastise yourself; after all, you’re here to learn and become powerful.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The triumph in his voice baffles you, why had he been looking for you? You watch warily as he stops at your table, his grin unfaltering.

You tilt your head as you speak up to him, “You have?” The confused tone of your voice matches the look present on your face, but if he hears it, there’s no recognition on his face.

Instead, he just nods enthusiastically, “Yeah, I have! Mind if I sit?”

You shake your head as you shrug, “Go ahead.”

He plops himself down, pulling off his bag and his jacket before he leans forward. “I cannot tell you how hard it was to find you. I have literally run myself ragged searching through every nook on campus.”

Your eyebrows are drawn together, as you gaze questioningly at him. You tilt your head to the side as you rest your chin on your hand. “Why have you been looking for me?”

He blinks, almost as if he’s confused by the question you’re asking. You sit in silence for a few moments before he responds in an almost nonchalant tone, “Because I wanted to thank you, duh.”

Now you’re more confused than before. Thank you for what exactly?

Whatever you’re feeling must be pretty evident because Bread Boy lets out a small laugh before answering your unspoken questions. “For the help with the food spell? Remember back in the Brewery building? When I made everything levitate?”

Your confusion melts away, almost immediately replaced by disbelief. He couldn’t have possibly been searching everywhere just for that, right? Of course not. No one does those kinds of things for you.

“It wasn’t too much trouble.” You keep your voice even as you shrug your shoulders. Your fingers play with the edge of your book as you try to busy yourself.

“Still! I wanted to thank you in person.” He rests his hand on his chin, casually smiling as he continues, “And you also left before I could introduce myself.”

He sticks out his hand, “I’m Miya Osamu. My friends call me Samu.”

You shake his hand lightly, “L/N Y/N.”

He grins at you, “I take it you’re not from here?”

Unintentionally you let out a small chuckle, “What gave it away? The foreign name or the accent?”

He shakes his head, laying his hands flat on the table, “Nah, it was your magic.”

You quirk a brow up at him, “My magic? You could feel that?”

He nods, drumming his fingers on the table, “Yeah. It felt like you were holding a continuous stream of magic around you. Not like here, where people only fire off magic when they need it.”

You lean back in your chair as you cross your arms, looking down at the table in contemplation. It was odd enough that someone was able to pick up on your magical aura. Sure, it wasn’t unheard of, but still, it wasn’t something ordinary either. His description of the feeling was peculiar as well, especially since it matched how you often felt. As if the magic you wielded was thrumming through your body at all times.

“That’s also another one of the reasons I’ve tried looking for you.” Your eyes fly back to his face. Silently you lift an eyebrow at him. “You’re a Sorcerer, right? Or well soon to be?”

Your eyes narrow the slightest bit as he leans forward. Again you nod silently. What was he playing at?

“Well,” he starts slowly, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I’m one too, and I want to train with you.”

To say you’re shocked is an understatement. How is it that after a 20-minute encounter, this man already knows that he wants to train with you? You barely did any magic during that time, how does he even know what you’re capable of? Is he going off the feeling of your magic or intuition? Or is he just an airhead?

You clear your throat, “Why? Didn’t you say you were here to thank me?”

His eyes widen a bit before returning to normal, a sly smile on his face, “No, no, I do want to thank you, but I also want to train with you too. Especially since I can teach you the Japanese style, and you can teach me yours.”

He had a point. Sure MIT would be able to teach you some of the basics of Japanese style fighting, but well, they couldn’t teach you the important tactics as Osamu could.

“So what do you have in mind?” you ask.

“About the thanks or the training?”

You shrug, “Both.”

He grins, the nervous aura he had before disappearing. “Right, okay. So as a thank you for helping me, I thought I’d become your official Tokyo tour guide. And for the training, I was hoping we could compare schedules and set aside time for training.”

The training made sense. It was a logical approach, but the other bit.

“How does having you as a tour guide benefit me in any way?” You keep your tone light, hoping that he’s not put off by your question.

To your relief, he only smirks at you before responding, “You’re in a completely new country. Who better to guide you around than a local?”

Well, he did have a point.

“Plus, I can take you to all the amazing food places that are basically dirt cheap. Anything you need to know about the city, I’ll be able to tell you. I’ll even introduce you to some other people I know just for fun.” He finishes off with a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes as he waits for your answer.

It’s not a bad offer, especially because you have yet to make a single acquaintance. Fuck it. Why not.

You slide your phone over to him. A new contact page is already displayed on the screen.

“Deal.”

3. Drunk

After your official introduction, both of you were pleasantly surprised to find that you shared all but one class. That wasn't the only surprise in store for you. When he introduced you to his two roommates, he had failed to mention prior that he had a twin brother.

And so the first time you came face to face with Miya Atsumu, the first words that flew out of your mouth were, "Samu did you fuck up your cloning spell again?"

Thankfully Atsumu was a good sport, laughing along with the joke with Aran and Osamu. Your cheeks still turned bright red when Osamu presented Atsumu as his twin brother.

Dubbed the Foursome Four by Atsmu, the four of you grew close over the next couple of months. The boys dragged you out to the streets of Tokyo on a whim or whenever they felt like going out. It was because of this that you found yourself in random alleys of Tokyo hauling a very drunk Atsumu home at near 3 in the morning every other weekend.

"We're teaching you how to have fun!" they'd screamed out into the night. "We're teaching you how to live."

You helped them in your way. Training with Osamu during your free time, and helping Aran and Atsumu honing in on their magical focuses. On top of that, you'd always treat them to baked goods whenever your stress or homesickness decided to kick in. Or even just sitting with them in silence when things got too much to bear.

The three of them had become such important figures in your life in such a short amount of time. It left you wondering, How can people mean so much to me?

And yet when you found yourself squished between Osamu and Aran, with Atsumu on the floor below you, it was quite easy to see how. When people made you feel safe and loved, they could mean the world to you.

But it was a double-edged sword. People who meant so much to you could make you feel just as bad as they could good even if it wasn't on purpose.

Which is how you found yourself in your latest installment of "Y/N Saves Everyone From Bad Decisions." The star of this episode? None other than your incredibly smart but dumb best friend.

It was no secret that you and Osamu were practically attached at the hip. A near-identical schedule paired with intense Sorcerer training led you to become near inseparable. This also meant that when others approached Osamu, you were loitering not too far back.

You always tried to make yourself scarce and would wander until you were just out of earshot. Yet, somehow you always managed to hear how he'd turn down invitations to hang out, using nearly every excuse under the sun. While it made you happy that Osamu wanted to spend his time with you, you also weren't immune to the comments others made about you. Claiming that you were holding Osamu back, sinking your greedy little claws into him and preventing him from hanging out with anyone else.

When you'd brought this up with Aran and Atsumu, they hadn't been any help. Instead, they demanded to know who'd said such things about you.

"For your safety," they'd said. But you knew them better than anyone. They were itching for a fight.

Instead, the next time Osamu's friends approached him, you encouraged him to go. So busy trying to show others that you weren't the person they thought you to be, that you missed the way hurt flickered over Osamu's face for a mere second.

"Go have fun," you'd said, "we can always hang out some other time."

God, you were the biggest idiot on the planet. Seriously had you forgotten how hard the brewery kids went when they drank? Or the fact that they made their own beer with an obscene alcohol content? It wasn't until you'd gotten a string of worrying texts from Osamu that your brain had clicked the pieces together.

So here you were, busting through the doors of the Master Brewers dorm building, making a beeline towards their common room to save your idiot friend. You came to a quick stop at the opening of the common room, your eyes zeroing in on Osamu.

He was sprawled out on the windowsill of one of the bay windows that adorned the common room. His cheek was pressed to the glass, the little huffs of air that came out of his mouth fogging the glass. With his hand, he was drawing absentmindedly through the fog, eyes unfocused. Relief soaks your body as you see him sitting there calmly, you'd expected something worse.

"Samu," you call out, your voice firm as you take a step into the room. His eyes flicker to you, instantly focused on your face. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his essence is flooding your senses. You don't need your glasses to see what's happening. You can feel it just fine.

Vines of his essence are wrapping themselves around you until all you can feel is him. You let out a soft grunt as they tug at you greedily, in an attempt to pull you closer to him. They're wrapped around your legs, crawling up around your thighs, coiled around your midsection. Others have begun spiraling up your arms, interlacing themselves within your fingers first before crawling up your arms. You can feel intense heat and something else pulsing through them, but your brain is too overwhelmed to try and figure this out.

You pause for a second, catching your breath, muttering a magic dampening spell to be able to function properly. The spell doesn't weaken his magic but instead muffles down the impact it has on you. You sigh in relief. You really need to look into this whole magical essence thing.

As you move towards him, you hear the frantic apologies from his friends. "It's fine," you say cooly with a small wave. You were too preoccupied with getting him home.

"Okay, bud, c'mon, it's time to go." He's surprisingly pliant as you help him up and tuck him to your side. He makes it his mission to cuddle up to you, attempting to tuck himself into the crook of your neck. You scowl as you flick his forehead, earning you a small frown from him. You were going to kill him tomorrow for the embarrassment he's putting you through right now.

Finally, you find yourself underneath his right arm, letting your body be used to support his. Mumbling a minor levitation spell, your grip on him tightens as he becomes lighter, hovering a few centimeters off the ground. Sighing in relief, you bid his friends' goodnight and thank them for entertaining him for the night.

You step out into the unforgiving Tokyo winter as you begin the five-minute walk back to Osamu's dorm. It's quiet, save for the occasional humming coming from Osamu. The cool air feels sharp against your skin, waking you up to a certain degree.

Osamu's magic pulses for a second, curling around you tighter, relaying its warmth to your body. You can feel the wisps of your magic pushing and pull against his. It feels as if there's some sort of current working its way through your body. Shaking your head, you don't dwell on it too much, it's probably just the magic after all.

"Are you mad?" You glance out of the corner of your eye as your brain registers Osamu's slurred words.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a quiet sigh, "No, I'm not mad at you, Samu."

"How come you didn't want to hangout today, then?" You pause for a second, tilting your head up to look at him. He's not sober if the way his words fall lazily out of his mouth is anything to go by. But he's also not drunk, just in some weird middle ground. Maybe the cold had just woken him up a bit.

"Samu," you start slowly, making sure to keep your voice light, "we hang out all the time. Didn't you have fun hanging out with your other friends today?"

He scowls at your words, a small hiccup leaving his lips before he speaks again. "I don't care about them. I'd rather be with you, especially today."

"Samu," you let out a small sigh, "stop being silly. They're your friends too. You know we can always hang out any other day." You give him a small pinch on the cheek for good measure. He's known to get a bit emotional when he's drunk.

He pulls back from your hand, eyes focusing on yours, becoming serious for a moment. "Did you forget what today was?"

Your eyebrows pull together in bewilderment. Today? There wasn't anything special today. It was just another ordinary day, right? Osamu just rests his cheek back onto your hand, nuzzling his face a bit. Out of habit, your thumb strokes the curve of his cheek.

You can feel the veins of his magic pulsing again, more potent this time as the magic and other emotions flow throughout. They pull you closer to him as he mumbles a few words against your hand.

"Happy Friendaversary Y/N."

4. Knowledge

An excerpt from Medieval Magic: "Magical Essences were not discovered until the late 1200s, though they are believed to have been present in the very first magic-user. Invisible to the naked eye, magical essences are to humans as magical signatures are to objects. Much like fingerprints, signatures, and essences are unique to every single person and object, respectively. No two are the same. They help us in identifying who or what object used magic as they often leave behind some sort of magical residue.

Essences are alive just as their magic-user. They are known to behave in ways that mimic the emotional state and physical state of their owners. They are a representation of the magic flowing through their veins, meaning that, in a sense, essences are also alive."

An excerpt from magicwiki.com: "Magic bonding or soul pairing, as it was referred to in the olden days, is a magical rarity in which compatible souls are often bonded through their magic. More common during the reign of Merlin, this rare phenomenon has now become a rarity in the modern world. These individuals are tied together not only through magical compatibility but through their souls as well, earning the name Twin Souls. Often, only the most powerful souls who harness pure magic are subject to this event. Nowadays, only 16 individuals a year report undergoing a magical bonding of sorts.

Compatible souls have reported tugging or pulling sensations around their bodies as their counterpart's magic calls to them. Reports of essence, becoming stronger with emotion, have also been archived. Usually, there is an increase in the power the essence uses to draw the counterparts in. Such emotions include happiness, excitement, sadness, betrayal, awe, worry, confusion, despair, and appreciation, among many others. It has also been reported that in times of need, magical essences will reach out to their twin soul to ask for help.

Twin souls are the closest mortals can come to having a soul mate. More importantly, twin souls will always feel each other's magic. There has yet to be a case where the sensation is not reciprocated."

Muffled sounds of drizzling rain filled the otherwise silent room. It provided a calm ambiance that was a direct contrast to the chaos that inhabited your mind.

You'd forgotten about your plans to research magical essences after that night. Dealing with Osamu and then celebrating your Friendaversay the next day had all but wiped the thought from your head. It wasn't until your lecture today, weeks later, when your professor had mentioned magical essences that you remembered your plans.

You didn't know how long you laid there, trying to come to terms with what you'd found. To you, it felt like time wasn't moving anymore. The only constants were the sound of the rain and the endless train of thoughts in your head. Yet, somehow, despite all the noise in your head, the rain managed to lull you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke again, you were covered in a blanket, and the curtains to your window had been drawn, plunging the room into darkness. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you're startled to hear a soft clicking of someone typing on a keyboard. Who the hell was in your room?

"Oh, good. You're awake." Osamu's voice greets you lazily, his attention captured by something else. Sitting up slowly, you turn to face him. He's sitting at your desk, face illuminated by the computer screen as his eyes scan the content displayed.

"What are you doing here?" you inquire in a raspy voice.

He finally takes his eyes off the screen, swiveling the chair to face you.

"Well, you missed training." he pauses for a second before he leans back into the chair, "At first I thought you were running late, but then I tried calling you, and you didn't answer. I tried texting, didn't answer those either. Naturally, I asked the guys where you were, and they told me you hadn't shown up to your afternoon class."

Had it been that long? You swore you'd only laid in your bed for thirty minutes before knocking out.

"So I came here, and I found you passed out."

That explained the blanket. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket as you shifted your body to face him.

"Sorry about missing training, but thanks for the blanket."

He stares at you for a minute, no traces of emotion on his face. You don't think you've ever seen him act this way before. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but he beats you to the punch.

"I saw what was on your computer."

Your mouth snaps shut, and your eyes widen. Fuck. You hadn't even remembered that you'd left your browser open until now.

"You could feel it this whole time?"

You don't know what to do. You try to speak, but words won't come out. It feels as if someone turned the world you once knew on its side. You don't want to hold this conversation, not now, not ever. Had it been up to you, you'd have pushed this to the back of your mind and moved on with your life. But that wasn't the case. Instead, all you can do is give Osamu a simple nod.

He lets out a small huff of laughter, but there's no trace of happiness on his face, "You know, at first, I thought I was going crazy." Another dry laugh, then he continues, "You never showed any kind of emotion or clue that you felt it. I thought it was all in my head, or the alcohol had finally gotten to me."

He gives his head a small shake before continuing, "But this whole time, you felt it. And now, reading this, I don't even know what to think."

"Well, that makes both of us." You'd meant for the words to come out light and airy, to ease the tension that somehow rolled its way into the room. Instead, it falls flat, the words feeling heavy as you speak them. You don't want to talk again.

You sit in silence for a while. The sounds of the rain filling the roof as Osamu gazes at you. You focus on the shadows on the wall avoiding his eyes.

"You know how I feel about relationships."

You can't help it. A sardonic laugh slips out. Of course, he'd lead with that. You knew him better than anyone, so why were you expecting any less.

"Something funny Y/N?" he spoke in a strained voice, carefully choosing his tone in an attempt to hide how he's feeling.

You roll your eyes at his actions, "It's funny, to me, how you do all the things people in relationships do, with me. But then turn around and essentially say you hate relationships."

You don't turn to look at him. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't deserve your attention right now. "But I guess when it comes to you, you'd rather string someone along than be upfront about how you feel, huh?"

You glare at the carpeted floor, refusing to meet his eyes. How dare he, after everything you'd both been through, all the things you've said, done, felt. After all the nights together, in the same bed, you're on right now. After all that he has the audacity to say something like that to you. How fucking ridiculous.

"Then I guess we're both hypocrites, huh? Or did I imagine you enjoying yourself just as much as I did?"

As if to taunt you, you feel his magic curling around your hands. It is tugging you almost possessively. You growl, ripping your hand away, turning to glare at him. You weren't one to let some predetermined bullshit tell you how to live your life. Especially not when the person that you're supposed to be tied to for eternity is being a massive prick.

"Get the fuck out." You want him gone. Fuck the friendship and fuck the stupid soul bullshit. He needs to leave now, or else you might not be able to hold yourself back anymore.

"Leave."

5. Potion

You all but disappear from Osamu’s sight after that.

Avoiding your common areas, disguising yourself when you go to class, even altering the paths you take to your dorm.

He must have had a moment of clarity sometime later because he makes it his mission to blow up your phone with as many texts and calls as possible. When he sees that’s not going to work any time soon, he starts seeking you out. Visiting your favorite nooks on campus, loitering by the places you frequently visit during class. He even went as far as waiting outside your dorm one night. Thankfully you asked one of your floormates to give him a false tip as a means to send him away. It was all very draining.

What was even more draining was fighting to keep Aran and Atsumu at bay with their questions. You knew they weren’t to blame for any of this, but you couldn’t run the risk of coming face to face with Osamu again. The moment he was able to talk in person with you, the moment your resolve would crumble, taking your dignity down with it. That was something you wouldn’t let happen.

So you brushed off their worries with excuses about group projects and time spent with other friends. You’d let fate decide when you’d cross paths with them once again.

And boy did she deliver.

It came in the form of a text message from Atsumu. Out of habit, you merely switched your phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode. You’d look at the messages later. He could wait. But after a few minutes, your phone began to light up again. This time it wasn’t just Atsumu but Aran as well. In total, there were a total of nearly 40 notifications from both.

Curiously, you swiped at the phone screen, unlocking your phone to see what the issue was. You inhaled sharply as you scrolled through their messages. You can feel your grip on the device become tighter as you read the messages. Once you’ve reached the end, your jaw is clenched, the lines of your body are rigid, unintentionally straight from the anger coursing through your veins. You’re about to fucking murder someone.

While you and Osamu might have your problems, you were not one to turn your back on someone who needed your help. Especially when they themselves were in a defenseless state. You weren’t heartless after all, and to some extent, he was your best friend.

You’d never moved faster in your life. The original ten-minute walk across campus was cut down to four as you ran to their dorm building. Out of breath, sweaty, and furious to no end, you burst through the door of their dorm room. Catching the attention of Aran as you make your entrance. Scanning the room, you find it to have one less occupant than you were expecting.

“Where’s Tsumu?” you ask as you start to catch your breath.

Aran eyes you from his seat across the room, the side of his mouth twitching upwards just slightly, “He took the idiot girl who snuck Samu the potion to the Dean.” Despite his amusement at your state, you can tell he’s beyond infuriated by the way his jaw clenched as he continues to speak, “I say idiot because she didn’t even give him the right potion?”

At that, you feel both anger and confusion flare up within you. How could someone be so fucking careless? Tapping the side of your glasses, you’re greeted with the colorful view of magic once more. Aran’s essence greets your eyes kindly. It’s a mist of dark red, the color of leaves when autumn returns. His essence moves calmly around him, lazily floating around.

“What do you mean she didn’t give him the right potion?” Your eyes move off Aran, focusing instead on Osamu’s sleeping figure. He’s sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. You can see his normal golden vines wrapping themselves around his body. But within the gold, you can see two other colors.

There are traces of dark blue wisps mixed within the gold, a sleeping spell. It moves through the vines, slowly losing momentum as they seem to be disappearing from the gold. Instead of a scarlet color, the remaining wisps are a deep maroon color—a love amplifying potion.

“She messed up the potion with one ingredient. We found out when he drank it and didn’t instantly fall in love with the next person he saw.”

You’d never seen a love amplifying potion in the works before, but you’ve heard stories. It was split evenly between people finding the love of their lives or having their heart shattered.

“So what did he do then?” you asked as you eyed Osamu warily. He’d be waking up any minute now by the looks of his essence. You pondered if you should cast another sleeping spell or not.

“He started talking about you.” Despite the nonchalant tone Aran uses to deliver the words, you freeze up for a moment. He had talked about you? The confusion must be evident on your face because Aran’s voice fills the room again.

“He told me what happened between you two,” he starts off softly, “before this whole thing.” he gestures at Samu’s sleeping body.

Warmth blooms across your face. You gaze down, unable to meet Aran’s eyes out of embarrassment. Could this day get any more chaotic?

Aran continues, “I know that what he said was kind of fucked, especially considering how close you were.”

Were. Past tense, meaning not anymore. It tugs at your heart a little to hear it being said, but your face remains expressionless. You press your lips together in a thin line as Aran continues.

“But I think he’s just scared.” he pauses for a moment before resuming, “He’s been smitten with you since the day you met. Damn near talked our ears off about “Magic Girl” for the first week of classes. Then when he found you? God, I thought he was never going to stop smiling. He made me want to puke.”

He lets out a small huff of laughter, shaking his head as he watches Osamu. “But you know he’s scared. He’s so happy with the way you two are as friends. He doesn’t want to lose that. He doesn’t want to lose you.”

You bite your lip as you keep your eyes on the ground. You’re unaware of how to process all this. It feels like too much at once. You feel overwhelmed, blinking rapidly as you try to ease the stinging in your eyes and the rowdiness in your head.

It’s silent for some time before Aran speaks again, “It’s a lot to take in. I know.” he pauses for a moment before standing, “So I’ll let you think things over for a little bit. I’ll be back soon, call me if you need anything.”

You nod silently, eyes trained on Osamu, as Aran makes his way out of the room. Once he’s left, you occupy his vacant spot in the armchair. Curling yourself inward, you watch his steady breathing before turning your gaze towards the window.

Had you been willingly ignoring the signs, or were you just dumb? Your mind is still trying to grasp what Aran had told you. Sure, the line of your friendship was a bit blurred. And yes, you were more affectionate and physical than you would with your other friends. But that was just because you were best friends and comfortable enough to do that with each other, right?

Bringing your hands to rub at your face, you groan inwardly. This was a mess. Your feelings, his feelings, the fight, this potion business. It was all a big fucking mess.

Why did it have to be him? Anyone else could have created such a mess, and you wouldn’t be bothered. You’d channel your apathetic self and move on with it. But no. It had to be him. The one person you couldn’t move past, even if you tried.

It had to happen, you reason. Else the both of you would just keep toeing around the blurring line of your friendship. Pushing and prodding until one of you was brave enough to take the plunge. Lord knows how many years that’d be. This catalyst shaves years off and solidifies your fate much sooner.

Soon enough that you can either start enjoying the triumph or begin to pull yourself back together from the heartbreak, whichever way fate took you, you’d have more than enough time to recover.

Engaged in your own thoughts, you fail to notice the lack of blue wisps in Osamu’s essence. You miss the way his body begins to wake up. His eyes blink open slowly, squinting as they adjust to the mid-afternoon sun. They fly around his surroundings, his brain is still foggy, trying to piece together where he’s at. As his eyes move around, he finally catches sight of you tucked into the armchair, deep in thought as you gaze out the window.

Then you feel him. As the vines shoot out to you, grabbing at you greedily. Startled, your head whips to the bed—eyes locking instantly with Osamu’s.

“Y/N.” He says your name wistfully, voice low and raspy from sleep.

In your state of panic, you contemplate casting another sleeping spell on him. Just long enough for the potion to wear off. You’re not exactly ready to have a talk with him right now, let alone when he’s under the influence. God knows what sort of ridiculous things he’d say.

But you’re pinned in place by the gaze he has set on you. Love and adoration shine clear and bright in his eyes. Your mind can’t seem to understand that he’s giving you that look. The vines are wrapping themselves around you again. Encompassing your body as they tug at you softly, as if tempting you to move forward.

You remain frozen in place, both by the intensity of his gaze and the emotion flowing through his essence. Pure love and admiration create a warmth along with the vines, warming the parts of your body where the vines rest on.

Slowly you let out a shuddering breath in an attempt to regain your composure.

“You came.” disbelief seeps into his words. He’s looking right at you, and he still can’t seem to believe it.

You press your lips together in a thin line before responding, “Of course I came. You were in trouble. I told you I’d always be here for you when you need me.” Your voice cracks towards the end as you feel yourself becoming overwhelmed with all your emotions.

He sits up as he gazes at you, the vines tug you with a bit more force now. Still, you stay seated. “I thought you wouldn’t have cared.”

You can’t help but scowl at his words, “I’m angry at you, but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to you.”

That was the truth. Despite all this, you still wanted the best for Osamu. You always would no matter how you felt or what happened.

“God, how can you be so beautiful throughout?” He says the words with such love and conviction that it just fuels your flustered feelings. A fresh wave of warmth rushes through the vines, leaving your body flustered. The blush that had been fading away returns stronger than before, leaving your cheeks painted a deep scarlet color.

“You’re not yourself.” Pushing the words through gritted teeth, you’re left feeling conflicted. From your view, you can see the traces of the potion diminishing by the second. It’s not as potent or strong as it was before. So why was he saying things like this?

“All it did was amplify my feelings for you. My love for you.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe the words coming out of his mouth. “It’s nearly out of your system now. It should be weak at best. How the hell are you still saying things like that?”

For a moment, there’s silence. Then he speaks, his voice loaded with sincerity, Because my feelings for you are genuine, not a fabrication of some stupid potion.”

With that, you watch as the last wisps of maroon disappear from his essence. Leaving it a pure gold color once more.

+1 Kiss

Dipping below the horizon, the sun painted the sky a beautiful mix of colors. Buildings on campus shone, lit up during this golden hour. A small breeze passed over the terrace ruffling your hair. Softly you smile. You’d always loved the way campus looked during the sunsets.

Slowing down to watch the change in the pace of the world down below, you spend several minutes observing before someone clears their throat behind you.

You turn around slowly, coming face to face with Osamu. There’s a shy smile on his face as you take in his appearance. He’s standing tall, with his hair slicked back away from his face and wearing a navy button-down shirt with black slacks. It’s simple, but he looks more handsome than ever.

You make your way over to him, “So what’d you need me up here for?”

Instead of answering, he offers his hand to you. You give him a confused smile as you place your hand on his. Instantly his hand envelopes yours as he guides you to a more secluded part of the terrace.

In the middle of the area, there’s a lone table accompanied by two chairs. Surrounding it is a half-moon of planted flora that provides an added layer of privacy to this already secure area. Hung all through the area, fairy lights twinkle, giving it a sort of magical glow. On the table, a wide assortment of food is displayed, steam still rising from the plates. It’s all absolutely stunning.

“I wanted to do this right,” Osamu’s hand interlaces itself between yours, using his other hand turns you to face him.

Looking up at him, you catch the flecks of nervousness that float through his eyes. You give his hand a small squeeze of reassurance. For good measure, you let one of your flames envelop his hand before retreating.

He returns a small smile before speaking again, “I didn’t express myself correctly when we first found out about all this. I said the thing I knew would put you off because I was scared of what could happen.”

You nod understandingly. Tensions had been high and the both you decided to lash out instead of talking things through.

“I didn’t get to tell you then that I was so happy it was you.” he takes your other hand in his as he continues, “Some part of me definitely wished for it to be you. From the beginning, you’ve been there. In every moment, low or high, helpless or helpful, joyful or woeful, it’s always been you.”

Your chest swells with happiness as he speaks. Overfilled with joy and emotion as you gaze into his eyes, hoping that it can convey all the unspoken emotions you’re feeling. Without thinking, your hand moves to caress his face.

“I want to do this the right way. Our way. Because we want to, not because something predetermined it.”

His hand slides down to your waist now pulling you closer to him, “I want to give this a chance. But only if you let me.”

A simple yes seems too overwhelming at the moment, but any other arrangement of words would sully the moment. Instead, you settle for unspoken communication.

You focus on the teal fire that constantly engulfs you, the living essence of your magic. As you lift yourself up, you ease your hold on the flames, letting them find their way to Osamu slowly. You let all these unspoken emotions of love, adoration, admiration, all of it flows through the fire.

His head dips down, eyes fluttering closed as your lips ghost over his for a mere second.

You take the plunge and press your lips against his.

At that moment, you lose yourself in him. Feeling only the press of his lips, his body pressing against yours, and the essences of your magic consuming you both.

Your magic pulls him in, pressing him flush against your body lighting his body up with the emotions that are coursing through you. His vines entangle themselves in your body, holding you possessively. Magic soaks you both, tying together the loose tendrils of your souls, solidifying the bond between you both.

Finally.

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beststeamcleaner · 4 years

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How to Keep a House Clean Every Day of the WeekHow to Keep a House Clean Every Day of the Week

Keeping your home tidy might seem like an impossible task—but it doesn’t have to be. We put together some of the best tips so you and your family can learn how to keep a house clean every day of the week.

The average American spends one hour a day cleaning their house, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. Between work, errands, parenthood and the chaos of everyday life, learning how to keep a house clean can be one of the toughest lessons we learn. While it sometimes seems impossible to manage everything on your plate, there are some quick and easy tips to help you get your house (and your life) in order. Read on for everything you need to know about how to keep a house clean.

How to Keep a House Clean Tip #1: Put everything away after use.

This might seem like an obvious tip, but failing to put away your belongings is the main culprit of untidiness. As you move from one room to another, do a quick scan to see if there’s anything that you can take with you. Go out of your way to make sure that anything you wear, use or move ends up where it belongs. It’s easy to leave a pair of shoes near the front door, a few shirts on your bed and some dishes in the sink until tomorrow. Remember, those tiny piles can quickly turn into big messes.

If you’re lacking space, consider some DIY closet organization ideas like tension rods and shower curtain hooks. Use over-the-door organizers to extend existing spaces in your bedrooms, bathrooms and hall closets. Corral your smaller belongings with decorative baskets and organize your paper items with a mail sorter. And remember: it takes much less time to put away your belongings each time than to frantically run around looking for them when you need them again!

How to Keep a House Clean Tip #2: Do one room at a time.

The easiest way to keep your entire house clean is to tackle one room at a time. By splitting up the cleaning by room (and by day), you can accomplish a little bit at a time instead of tackling every task at once.

Here’s how to keep a house clean by focusing on one room at a time:

Bathroom

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From toothpaste dribbles and mirror stains to wet floors and shower grime, the bathroom will endure a variety of messes throughout the week. Because we constantly use it each day, it’s easiest to clean up after yourself instead of waiting a few weeks later for a bigger mess.

Areas to focus on for a clean bathroom:

Clean the sink

Scrub the shower, tub and toilet

Remove mirror spots

Mop the floors (don’t forget those corners)

Looking for a natural, easy-to-make cleaner for your home? DIY cleaners are a cost-effective way to keep your house clean.

Try this simple DIY cleaner recipe:

2 cups water

¼ cup baking soda

2 tsp. dishwashing liquid

3 tbsp. white vinegar

10 drops essential oil

After you use the sink or step out of the shower, take your natural cleaner and spray down the surface. Run the water again to wash all the cleaner off. Voilà—you’ve prolonged your time until you have to do a deep clean in your shower! The essential oil will also keep the room smelling fresh for several days. For best results, ask everyone in your household to make this a habit.

Bedroom

The key to keeping bedrooms clean is all about storage. If you have proper places for all of your clothes and accessories, you’re more likely to keep your personal space clean.

If you’ve noticed that you don’t seem to have enough space, invest in storage containers or baskets that can fit under your bed. Having a complete change of linens under your bed also makes it easier to change them while your other set is being washed. Picking the right nightstand helps to keep your room more organized as well. Store your journals, books and magazines in the drawers. If it’s large enough, it can double as a work desk.

To keep your bedroom clean, make a habit of these steps:

Make your bed

Fold blankets and throws

Put away clutter in appropriate locations

Dust desks, nightstands and shelves

Vacuum floor and area rugs

Kitchen

Dishes tend to be the culprit in a messy kitchen. Have family members who like to let dishes “soak?” Simply prepare one side of your sink with water and few drops of dish detergent. Throughout the day, add dishes to the soapy side and it will lift most of the grease and food off of the dishes. By the time you wash the dishes or put them in the dishwasher, they’ll be clean.

The kitchen is a great place to apply the 20-minutes-per-day rule. Spend a few extra minutes cleaning your kitchen after each meal, and you’ll never have to deal with a huge mess in one of the most important rooms in your home.

Focus on these areas when it comes to cleaning your kitchen:

Put away dishes—always have an empty sink!

Clean countertops

Organize your pantry and refrigerator

Sweep and mop the floor

Use steel cleaner for appliances

Living Room

The living room receives some of the most traffic in the house. If you’re not careful, it can easily become littered with an assortment of everyday items. Make sure you place your items where they belong so your living room can leave a great first impression on your family and friends.

Simple steps to regularly take for a clean living room:

Clear the room of any clutter (toys, games, books)

Fluff pillows and fold blankets/throws

Dust mantel, coffee tables and end tables

Vacuum floors and couches (especially if you have pets!)

Storage solutions like these will keep this area of your house clean:

Shoe rack. If your living room is carpeted, the constant foot traffic can wear your carpet down significantly. Make sure you have a place for your family and guests to store their shoes before they tromp dirt and grass through your clean home.

Hidden storage. If you don’t have a home for items like toys, books and games, vertical shelving can help display your things in an organized way. Storage ottomans are also perfect for minimizing clutter and storing things out of sight.

How to Keep a House Clean Tip #3: Stick to a schedule.

It’s one thing to give each room a thorough clean, but how do you make sure your house stays clutter-free every day of the week? Believe it or not, easily: a cleaning schedule. Create a list to keep on your fridge, your wall or your desk to help keep you and your household organized. Your schedule should include not just what needs to be done, but when it needs to be done.

By splitting your small household tasks into daily, weekly and even monthly routines, you can keep your house in perfect shape year round.

How to Keep a House Clean Daily

Most people wait until their house is messy to start cleaning. The trick is to put in a small effort every day to keep your house as tidy as possible. These daily tasks are small but effective reminders of how to keep a house clean.

Six easy ways to go to sleep with a tidy home each night:

Make the bed. The best way to start your day is by making your bed. Simply making your bed each day will have a domino effect, allowing you to keep everything else neat and tidy.

Clean as you cook. As you learn how to keep a house clean, pay close attention to clutter in the kitchen. Throw out scraps and empty packages as you use them. Wash pots and utensils while dinner roasts in the oven. Make sure dishes are put away before sitting down after meals. Cleaning as you go saves time and keeps your kitchen in tip-top shape.

Grab as you go. Make it a mission to minimize clutter by picking up your belongings whenever you leave a room. Bring a pair of shoes with you when you go upstairs, pick up the coffee cup on the counter and take dirty laundry with you on your trip downstairs.

Wipe up messes as they happen. Try not to leave any spills or small messes unattended. Take a few minutes to wipe them up with a damp cloth so you’re not dealing with set-in stains at the end of the week.

Sort the mail. We receive mail every day, and most of that mail turns out to be junk. Instead of letting it pile up in your mailbox or on the counter, sort it the second you walk in the door. Place bills, coupons and personal correspondence in their appropriate places the moment you bring in the mail and recycle junk mail.

Sweep the kitchen floor. The kitchen often sees more traffic than the rest of the house, meaning the floor collects a lot of dirt and debris. Spend a few minutes each day sweeping the floor, and you won’t see dirt being dragged through the house all week long.

How to Keep a House Clean Weekly

Never underestimate the power of a weekly cleaning! No matter how successful you are with the small daily tasks, you’ll still have a few 20-minute tasks to complete once a week.

While a weekly cleaning schedule isn’t necessarily a one-size-fits-all solution, it’s an easy way to carve out one room at a time. As long as you follow a routine that permits you to focus on one major section of your home each day, you’ll never feel overwhelmed. Cleaning your home will practically take care of itself!

Example weekly cleaning schedule:

Monday: Laundry and dusting Tuesday: Bathrooms and vacuuming Wednesday: Living room and mopping Thursday: Bedrooms Friday: Kitchen Saturday: Organizational and miscellaneous tasks

Aside from consistent daily and weekly cleanings, you should also keep monthly and quarterly cleanings in mind. This could include mattresses, lint lines, air filters, blinds and more. By starting with your smaller tasks, you can fill in the gaps with these larger, less frequent tasks.

How to Keep a House Clean Tip #4: Believe in a “power clean.”

Nobody likes to go to sleep knowing their house is a mess. By spending 10-15 minutes on a nightly “power” cleanup, you can prevent piles of clutter from forming in your home.

If you can involve your family members, the more the merrier! Put on a timer, have some fun with it and focus on your top cleaning priorities. Focus on the items that pose the biggest mess (whether it’s your kitchen, kids’ bedroom or foyer) first. Then chip away at the areas that see the most traffic.

Here are some key areas to keep in mind:

Shoes in the entryway

Dishes in the sink

Items on the bathroom counter

Coffee table clutter

Toys on the living room floor

Think you’ve mastered how to keep a house clean?

Figuring out how to keep a house clean may seem like one of life’s many mysteries. With a little time and effort, you can easily create great cleaning habits to keep your nest tidy year round.

How do you keep your house clean? What are some of your most useful tips? Let us know in the comments below!

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(Valentine’s Day fic to match @fancy-kryptonite ‘s art. Little late, but here it is!)

Shuichi is realizing, slower than he should, that this plan is going horribly wrong.

He saw the signs, even had the feeling before he started that this wouldn’t work, but the stubborn parts of his mind insisted that it would work and that he just has to keep watching. Keep waiting, have faith.

And yet, his faith does not keep Kaito from walking, very enthusiastically, in the wrong direction. Not just the wrong direction- the opposite direction.

He’s wandered from his lab to the courtyard and is, astoundingly, heading back again towards… the gym? Shuichi can’t even tell from this angle. He’s supposed to be in the kitchen, with the chocolates and the second clue.

Shuichi is almost grateful he’s watching from the roof of the main building, out of range to even consider helping. Almost grateful, if it wasn’t for the anxious itch to help that’s developing into a tension headache. He just wants to guide Kaito in the right direction but Kaito is- well, Kaito is Kaito, and Kaito doesn’t want the help.

Maki is propped up on the rail beside Shuichi- or, really, in front of him. Shuichi is safe behind the rail, thank you very much. She turns back to him, smug and right as ever.

“I don’t know what you expected. I told you this would happen.”

“I just- I thought he would get a little farther than this. To the second clue, maybe.”

Maki gives him a side eye that could mean anything, from judgment to agreement, and adds on that vaguely dangerous smile of hers. Too sharp to be mischievous.

“Time for plan B?”

Shuichi sighs, long-suffering. “I guess so.”

Maki hops gracefully off the rail, perching herself carefully on the ledge of a several story drop. “I’ll get him to the finish line. Just make sure you’re in place.”

“Ok,” Shuichi gives her and the ledge a look, then glances back to the stairwell, “I’ll just, uh, take the stairs.”

“Good plan.”

And with that, Maki disappears from sight, descending silently and invisibly down the wall. Shuichi would watch, should watch to make sure she’s safe, but even the thought of looking straight down makes him nervous, so he turns and does his best to stop worrying about it.

It doesn’t work. He worries about Maki and Kaito and, well, everything.

The best he can do is channel the nervous energy into perfecting- no, surviving the rest of this day.

…

Kaito is pretty sure he’s killing it at this game. Who’d have thought he’d be so good at riddles, in addition to his many other talents?

The first clue had been almost too easy, he hadn’t even needed to read it more than once. Less sophisticated than what he expected of Shuichi, honestly.

Look for your next clue where you’ll find something dark, round, square, big or small, seen on Valentine’s Day and loved by all.

A window, he thought, the view from which points him directly toward the courtyard. It makes sense that Shuichi would point him here, where they did all their training and spent so much time together. It’s beautiful this time of year, too, the bushes have bloomed with all colors of flowers.

But mostly shades of orange, a very particular shade of orange that reminds him of gym floors. From the training courtyard, to the gym. Not a difficult to jump.

Though, now that he’s arrived, he will admit he’s a little stumped. There’re no obvious clues, no pieces of paper holding additional riddles, but he should’ve expected that Shuichi wouldn’t be so straightforward.

He’ll have to think outside the box for this one, which means dismantling the box first, which means… well, he’s resorted to prying things off the walls. It feels vaguely wrong, like it should be against the rules for Shuichi to hide clues behind puzzles that require brute force.

Although, Shuichi does know how strong he is. Maybe he counted on this, and wanted to provide a test of strength, to complement the test of skill and intellect.

An entire panel of wall comes off with a satisfying, metallic thud. The sound almost distracts him from another noise, a much softer thump behind him, but nothing gets past Kaito’s superior senses of observation.

Spinning around, he spots a small bundle sitting on the floor where there wasn’t one before. Or he thinks there wasn’t one, though he can’t be sure, with all the clutter lying around.

His first impulse is to look up, but a cursory glance into the vast darkness of the rafters doesn’t reveal anything. Looking closer feels, again, like cheating, like he’s looking behind the curtain at a magic show. Maybe there’s a Rube Goldberg machine of some sort hidden up there, triggered by the panel.

That must be it, he decides, and nearly forgets about the bundle in his introspection.

Wrapped up in heart-printed cloth is a box of chocolates with a note attached. Scrawled in strangely slanted handwriting- Shuichi must have written this in a rush, to make it look so different from his usually neat print- reads a simple message.

Find your next clue in the hallway outside classroom 2-B.

Kaito frowns at the paper, unsure what to make of this clue that’s not really a clue at all. He holds the paper up to the light, checking to see if there’s hidden ink, maybe, or a trick to the material. Nothing reveals itself, though he recalls something about lemon juice, for invisible ink.

No, that might be the wrong idea. Too far out of his way.

Probably just a code, then. What else could 2-B mean? A police code? Music note? Come to think of it, he’s pretty sure there’s a star named-

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees something move. He spins around, expecting to confront an intruder of some sort- maybe a built-in obstacle to the scavenger hunt, wouldn’t that be exciting- but finds only the open doorway and a stuffed bear sitting in the hall.

It’s very cute, holding a star instead of the traditional heart. Kaito picks it up, then, because it’s already on his way, thinks that it can’t hurt to at least stop by classroom 2-B. On his way to solving the real clue, obviously.

Maki watches him go from the rafter just above his head. The depths of stupidity these boys manage to explore continue to astound her. Really, there should be a study on the neurological phenomenon of boys in love.

At this point, she’s worried she’ll run out of Valentine’s Day related items to guide Kaito like a child with a trail of Cheerios. Or, worse, that she’ll lose her balance next time she has to wave to get his attention and make him turn around.

A concussion will make this scavenger hunt more complicated, though not by much with how much Kaito is overthinking it. It’s almost painful to watch and Maki has no idea how Kaito hasn’t given himself an aneurysm.

Still, whatever he’s decided on in that mysterious mind of his is leading him confidently, and quickly, through the hallways. If she doesn’t get going soon, she’ll get left behind.

Maki sighs, but doesn’t bother to keep the smile off her face. There’s no one around to hide it from.

…

Shuichi has been waiting for the better part of an hour, crammed in a locker. It wasn’t technically necessary for him to stay in his hiding place the whole time but he was so worried he wouldn’t hear Kaito coming that he didn’t want to risk ruining the surprise.

Now, he realizes that was a silly concern. Kaito’s footsteps are heavy, and he runs nearly everywhere; Shuichi knows he’s coming before Kaito even turns into this section of the hall. And, if the footsteps weren’t enough, Shuichi can also hear him loudly talking to himself.

“Could it have anything to do with galaxies? Maybe the Milky Way- could he have meant the kitchen?”

Kaito’s footsteps pause and Shuichi nearly bangs his head against the locker door. Of course, now he wants to go to the kitchen.

The hesitation does give Maki the opening she needs to sneak past Kaito- though sneak is a generous term. Shuichi can see her even through the narrow slat in the locker as she just walks around Kaito, who’s sufficiently distracted by staring off into space.

Maki gives him a knowing look- she’s spotted him because of course she has, her sense for hidden things is near supernatural- and slides into a locker across the hall. On her way in, she rattles it dramatically, but gets it shut before Kaito turns his head at the noise.

Luckily, Kaito does decide to investigate the sound- though it’s a close thing, Shuichi can see in his expression the moment he considers ignoring it- and takes enough steps in the right direction to see the large heart drawn in the center of the hallway, in front of 2-B.

Originally, the heart had been part of a larger riddle a few clues down the line but right now Shuichi will settle with Kaito getting anywhere near the target. He waits with bated breath for Kaito to cautiously approach the heart, circling it as if touching it will trigger a trap or contaminate it in some way.

Ideally, he’d stand on the heart, but beggars can’t be choosers. Shuichi opens the locker doors when Kaito is approximately in front of him and throws his arms around him before he can think to turn around. It feels less like the warm hug he’d imagined and more like he’s keeping Kaito from escaping down another rabbit hole, but he’ll take it.

“Shuichi!” Kaito looks at him over his shoulder and forces the surprise off his face, replacing it with smooth confidence. Like he’d expected this, even seen it coming. “Does this mean I did it? Did I win?”

Shuichi laughs against his back and lets him go, giving him enough space to turn around and face him. His smile is as brilliant as it always is, but Shuichi can see the lingering confusion in the crinkle around his eyes, gaze still darting back to the hallway like he’s anticipating there to be a twist ending and another riddle to solve.

“Yes, you did. Solved everything in record time, actually.”

It’s almost true. Kaito did cut out a significant amount of time by skipping the majority of the scavenger hunt, but there’s no need to damper the mood with semantics.

Kaito, oblivious, beams. “Of course I did! My brain is bigger than the average astronaut’s, you know?”

“I know, Kaito. I underestimated you, honestly. But,” Shuichi almost laughs at Kaito’s expression, suddenly less confident at the implication there could be more puzzles, “There is one more surprise.”

Shuichi pushes Kaito toward the classroom door, lagging behind a step to shoot Maki a grateful look. He’ll have to thank her properly later, when she’s not hiding in a locker. Without her, Kaito would still be wandering the school.

2-B has been cleared of anything that might identify it as a classroom. Instead, it’s dressed up to be a mixture of an observatory and a pillow fort- fairy lights in the shape of stars on the walls, star-printed blankets and pillows strewn across the floor- with enough snacks and games for a respectable sleep-over. There’s even a little telescope he had Maki “borrow” from Kaito’s lab.

The classroom, however, is unique in one way. The huge window has the best view of the night sky in the whole school- Shuichi should know, he spent a week scoping out every classroom- minus Kaito’s own lab.

Kaito steps up to the window and looks out at the school beneath them, then up the stars slowly coming to life above them. His expression, for once, is unreadable.

“Did you set all of this up?”

“I had a little help. I thought it’d be nice to have a night in, under the stars but without the cold. Some relaxation, after all the hard work of the scavenger hunt.” Shuichi picks at his hair, tugging at a strand in absence of a hat to pull down. “Do you like it?”

There’s a pause that makes Shuichi more aware of his nerves than he would like to be. Infectious overthinking jumps from Kaito to Shuichi, forcing his thoughts to chase themselves in circles. It works him up to taking a step back, to leave, when Kaito grabs his hand and hauls him forward.

Using his momentum to drag Shuichi with him, Kaito plops down on the pillows in front of the window and, with his free hand, slings a blanket around them like a cape. Shuichi looks up at him like he would the stars and finds Kaito’s smile, more brilliant than the faded constellations.

“It’s perfect.”

#danganronpa v3 #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #saimota #valentine's day #its been a while since i wrote these guys #or consumed any dangan content #but i did my best

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5 No-Cost Tricks to Sell Your Home Faster

You decided to sell your house, and you can’t wait to buy a new place. There's just one thing standing in your way: You've got to close the deal on your current one first. You just hope it doesn't take months to get an offer. You want to sell your house fast!

Well, there’s one tried-and-true trick that’s proven to reduce your home’s time on the market. A study by the Real Estate Staging Association found that homes staged before listing received an offer in just 23 days on average. That’s 90% faster than those who waited months after listing to bother staging. If your budget’s tight, you may think you can’t afford to stage your home. But Dawn Kirkland, a real estate agent in Birmingham, AL, offers five free tricks to help you sell your house quickly. 1. Channel Your Inner Neat Freak You always knew your tidying tendencies would come in handy one day. Now it’s time to clutter-bust your way to buyers’ hearts! Dawn admits decluttering isn’t rocket science—but it is the key to creating a pleasing environment. Pay particular attention to common junk magnets like:

Kitchen and bathroom counters

Fireplace mantels

Laundry room shelves

Tabletops

Magazine racks

No decluttering advice would be complete without a call to streamline your closets. “If your closet is crowded, I’m going to think my stuff won’t fit,” Dawn says. Wow buyers by showing them how much space there is for stuff—not how much stuff there is in the space. 2. Rearrange the Furniture Once all the clutter’s out of the way, take a step back and look at the big picture. Does your home invite buyers to sit and stay a while? Can buyers flow freely through your home without bumping into things? If not, you’ve got work to do! Start by putting bulky pieces in storage and moving furniture away from the walls. “Oftentimes, the room is arranged so the children can play in the middle of the room or the TV can be seen easily from every chair and sofa,” Dawn says. Buyers want to walk in and see an open—yet intimate—space that inspires conversation, not channel-surfing. An experienced agent can lend a fresh eye and help you reimagine your home. “Go to different rooms and see if there are pieces that you can repurpose for the living room to get the effect you want,” Dawn suggests. 3. Think Like a Buyer Cleaning your home for home showings is common sense. But many folks underestimate just how clean it needs to be. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill weekend tidy-up. Think of it as spring cleaning on steroids. You’ve got to think about what buyers look for and get down to the nitty-gritty so that even the smallest details shine. From ceiling fans and window blinds to baseboards and tile grout, no surface goes unscrubbed! Don’t forget to get your windows squeaky-clean. “There needs to be as much light coming in as possible,” Dawn says. 4. Set the Table Staging paints a picture for potential buyers so they can envision life in your home. “If I see that a family can live here, I will think my family can live here too,” Dawn explains. And nothing represents family life quite like the dinner table. That’s why Dawn recommends giving the dining room some staging attention. Bring your good china, flatware and linens out of hiding. Or add seasonal flair with a dash of bold colors. You don’t have to go over the top with every piece of dinnerware you own. Keep things simple by setting just two places at the table or arranging a decorative centerpiece on top of a neutral table runner. You can find loads of inspiration on Pinterest and Houzz.

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5. Bring the Outside In Make your house feel like home by taking advantage of what’s in full bloom right outside your door. “[Fresh flowers] are so inviting,” Dawn says. “They warm up a room and send the message that this is a really nice space to be in.” If plucking decorations from your yard isn’t an option, stop by your local grocery store and pick out a fresh bouquet that’s already been prearranged. If you run short on vases, display your finds in an antique pitcher or Mason jar for a touch of vintage charm.

And flowers don’t have to be the only star of the show. If you grow your own fruits and veggies, entice buyers with a bowl of fresh produce on the kitchen counter. Find Original Post Here!

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Caught in the Riptide -- Riptide!Incredibles AU

Violet Parr’s almost-boyfriend Tony Rydinger has super abilities he’s hidden his whole life. That is, hidden until the government asks him to join their new “exemplary taskforce” of new Supers to pave the way for legalized, registered, and government-employed Supers.

Tony has never wanted to be a capital S Super, but he figures that if participating in what he’s assured is really just a publicity campaign is how he can help defend his country against non-registered vigilantes like the Incredibles, then it’s his duty to do his best. Of course, the newly christened Riptide soon realizes that nothing is quite as simple as it seems.

Fanfic for the Riptide!Incredibles AU. A post-movie Incredibles 2 au belonging to @edorazzi (on tumblr).

Part 1: The Offer

“And then my family’s going on a trip next week,” Violet said, flipping on her blinker as they drove through an intersection, “so I don’t know when I’ll be back from that.”

“I can’t believe how many things your family does together.” Tony said, smiling as he stared out at the heavy rain hitting the car window.

He could feel the water all around them, falling from the sky, pelting the windshield, running across the pavement under them and spraying from the spinning wheels of the car as they drove. It made him feel alive. If he were alone he’d have the windows all rolled down.

“Oh, well, I mean, I guess,” Violet said, blushing a little as she turned the wheel, “my dad’s always making us go, and my mom’s always-”

“No, no, I think it’s cool.” Tony said quickly. He and Violet had been spending time together for months now, but she still got embarrassed over the funniest things. “I think it’s really neat that your parents want to spend so much time with you, even if it’s always so last minute. I mean, I wish I could see you more, but I get it.”

“Well, thanks.” Violet said. She was smiling that adorable little smile she did when he knew she wanted to smile big, “And thanks for being cool with it.”

“What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t?” Tony said, playfully elbowing her, “I mean, you’re the one chauffeuring me to work.”

“Stop it Tony, I’m driving.” Violet said, laughing as she elbowed him back. “Sorry we’re taking all these side roads, Center Street is still all torn up, I hope you’re not going to be late.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just tell my mom we forgot about the construction.” Tony said, “I guess the Incredibles sure had a blast taking out whoever was trying to rob the bank last week.”

“The DMV.”

“What? I thought they said it was the bank on the news?”

“I mean...it might have been the bank.” Violet said, casually shrugging her shoulders as they drove into the parking lot of the Happy Platter, pulling around back, “I don’t really pay attention to the news I guess.”

“I don’t really either.” Tony said, unbuckling his seatbelt as she parked the car in the back alley behind the restaurant, “All this Super politics stuff kinda goes over my head to be honest.”

“Don’t forget your umbrella,” Violet said as he opened his door, “you’ll get soaked.”

“Thanks.” Tony said, grabbing his black umbrella and opening it with a grin as he stepped out of the car, right into a puddle that came up to his ankles. “I don’t mind a little water though.”

“Well, you’ll mind a lot of water if you start your shift looking like a drowned rat.” Violet said with an amused look, “You’re already in your work clothes, you won’t have time to dry off.”

Tony leaned down to see her one last time, obediently holding the umbrella over himself to stay dry.

“You still want to come over to do homework tomorrow after school?” he asked, leaning his arm against the top of the car door.

“Only if we finally watch that dumb movie you keep bugging me about afterward.” Violet said.

“Aw, come on Vi! Creature from the Black Lagoon is a work of art!” Tony teased, “You just watch, it’ll be a classic someday. I think it’ll be on at seven tomorrow night, I’ll double check which channel.”

“I’m only watching it so I’ll have some peace.” Violet said, rolling her eyes in mock irritation. “I’ll bring the popcorn.”

“Perfect.” Tony said, stepping back so he could shut the door as Violet rolled the window down. “I’ll call you at like ten tonight, when I get off work.”

“Sounds good, my dad should be off the phone by then.” Violet said, “Have a good shift, Tony.”

“Drive safe, Vi.”

Tony backed up as she rolled the window up and put the car in reverse, waving at him as she pulled out of the alley and then drove away, disappearing into the pouring rain.

Tony wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve having her as a friend, but whatever it was, he was glad he’d done it. And maybe, if he wasn’t reading all the signs completely wrong, they could even be more than friends soon.

He looked down at his shoes, they were completely soaked through to his socks. He smiled as he splashed his right foot a little, then closed his umbrella. He looked up into the stormy grey sky, stretching out his arms as the rain pelted him, soaking him to the bone in seconds.

The water was probably freezing, but even when he was a kid water temperature had never bothered him, whether cold or hot. He spread his fingers wide, letting the feeling wash through him. Every part of him tingled with energy, the water around him feeling like possibility, wanting him to reach out, to let it become a part of him.

But...he was already late for work. And besides, even in a back alley someone might see him.

He took a last deep breath of the stormy air, and then pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocking the back door of his family’s restaurant and letting himself into the kitchens. Mom would be expecting him to be waiting tables already, meaning he had to get out to the front.

He left sloshing footprints across the tile floor of the empty, half-lit backroom as he tossed his umbrella in the corner. Tony closed his eyes, taking in a breath and letting himself feel the water that was dripping off him, the water plastering his hair down, the drop of water dripping off his nose.

He took a careful breath, and then raised both his hands, imagining that he was pulling off a blanket. He opened his eyes as the water on him pulled forward and then off him, gathering into a clear mass floating in front of him, leaving his work uniform and hair completely dry.

He smiled to himself as he carefully moved his wrists, sending the water running through the air and splashing into an old sink, only some of it sloshing onto the floor. He reached out to the spilled water on the floor with his mind, commanding it to gather itself up and sending it up and into the sink with the rest.

Tony grinned as he quickly ran his fingers through his mussed hair and straightened his work uniform bowtie. His breath was a little shaky, but it was worth the satisfaction of an “insta-dry” as he called it.

Only his parents knew about his...skill, and he rarely used it, but he did have a couple small tricks that made life easier when no one was around.

He walked to the sink, turning on the tap for cold, and then walking to the other end of the counter to grab some of the plastic pitchers sitting on the shelf. He arranged a set of plastic tumblers on a serving tray, then looked over at the running tap.

Normally he’d just walk the extra five steps back to the sink to fill the pitchers the normal way...but there was still so much energy running through him from the storm he could still feel raging outside.

He might as well have just a little more fun before getting to work.

He reached out with his mind to the tap water, beckoning it forward with his hand and angling it into the two pitchers he had set on the counter. It took extra focus to keep the running water in the air, but he squinted his eyes, keeping his hands steady as he imagined running an imaginary hose from the faucet to the pitchers, carefully filling them both before letting the stream of water drop back into the sink with a splash.

Tony leaned against the counter, chuckling a little at his slight dizziness as he took a second to collect himself. He picked up one of the pitchers, inspecting it smugly. Not too shabby.

“That’s quite a party trick you have there, young man.”

Tony jumped, whipping around in panic, the pitcher he was holding sloshing water all across the floor.

A man in a trim suit walked out of the shadows on the other side of the room, an amused smile on his face.

Tony’s mind somehow blanked and screamed at him at the same time. The man had seen, he’d seen him use his power, he knew he wasn’t normal. Was he just a patron who’d wandered into the back looking for the bathroom? Was he from some kind of superpower tracking organization? Was he going to arrest him?

“I, I wasn’t, I didn’t-” Tony stuttered, taking a step back and clutching the mostly empty pitcher.

What if the man was a villain?

“Hold on there son, calm down.” the man said, chuckling as he held out a hand, “My name is William Gibbons, I’m just here to talk.”

“C-customers aren’t allowed in the back, Sir.” Tony said, his voice cracking and his brain switching into autopilot as he stared at the man’s outstretched hand.

“Hydrokinesis.” Mr. Gibbons said, putting his unshaken hand back in his pocket, “That’s an incredible power, ever use it for anything bigger than filling water pitchers?”

“No sir, Supers are illegal.” Tony said, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the water pitcher’s handle. “I mean, I think they are, I don’t really listen to the news that close, I just do little things, I mean, I try not to, I mean-”

“I’m sorry to have caught you on your shift Mr. Rydinger, but I have a proposition for you.” Mr. Gibbons said, pulling over two bar stools from the side of the room and sitting on one, waving for Tony to sit on the other. “I’m an agent for the United States Exemplary Taskforce committee for the Superhero Registration Accords initiative. Ever heard of it?”

“I-I don’t think so.” Tony said, cautiously scooting onto the other stool, “I mean, I’ve heard of the accords, everyone’s heard of that I think. Not the other one though.”

What he wanted was to run out of the room, but it was way too late for that. Besides, if Mr. Gibbons was going to hurt or arrest him he already would have, right?

“Well, that’s because the “other one” is a highly classified government project.” Mr. Gibbons said, tugging on the cuffs of his sleeves, “Which is why before we go any further I ask that you keep the subject matter of this conversation between us. I am bringing you into a conversation of utmost importance, one of national security.”

“Of course, yes sir.” Tony said, sitting up straight on his stool. National security?

“Times are changing Mr. Rydinger, as you’re probably aware,” Mr. Gibbons said, “there’s been a shift in our society recently with the re-emergence of Supers. While being a Superhero, and to some extent having super powers, has been illegal until very recently, we’re now seeing more and more individuals step up to the opportunity to use their powers in public. What’s your opinion on it, Anthony?”

“I, well, I guess everyone’s just trying to do their best.” Tony said, shrugging his shoulders, unable to fight off a rising sense of deja vu, “I mean, I know Supers do a lot of damage to buildings and roads, but as long as they’re protecting innocent people I think that’s something good, right? I know there’s a lot of people who are using their powers for bad too though, I guess I can see both sides.”

“You’re a smart kid.” Mr. Gibbons said, nodding, “That’s a very diplomatic answer. Tell me Anthony, have you ever considered being a Super?”

Him? A Super?

“Not since I was really young I think.” Tony said, laughing nervously, “I mean, the whole idea sounds cool to any kid I think, but all I can do is throw water around. And I wouldn’t want to break the law like that anyway, filling glasses is one thing, but I would never go running around trying to stop crime, I’m not like, like the Incredibles or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, you’re exactly the kind of person that I’m looking for.” Mr. Gibbons said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a business card, handing it to Tony.

He tipped the card towards the light, the words “Exemplary Taskforce” glinting back at him.

“This is going to be a time that is very confusing for a lot of Supers,” Mr. Gibbons said, watching him closely, “whether they’ve been participating in illegal activity, or doing their civic duty like yourself and obeying the law. The last thing that the government wants right now is for mass chaos to break out, we don’t need everyone who can buy a set of spandex starting to moonlight as a “hero” in their spare time. There need to be rules, there needs to be order. There needs to be an example set for the coming generation of Supers, and I would like you to be part of that.”

“I, what?” Tony said, looking up, “But I’m not a Super, I mean, my power isn’t really good for anything but drying off quickly.”

“That’s only because you haven’t trained your skill,” Mr. Gibbons leaning forward on his stool with a smile, “imagine what it would be like to walk outside into that rain right now and be able to reach out and stop every raindrop for miles around. Imagine being able to dive into the ocean and having all that water respond to your command. Being able to divert rivers to put out fires, containing explosions and debris with a wall of water, immobilizing criminals with the flick of your wrist and a puddle.”

Tony sat on his stool, holding his half-full pitcher of water and hearing the rain pounding the roof above him. For a moment he did imagine. The breathtaking rush that controlling that much water would be, how incredible it would feel to spring into action to help others with his power.

To not be afraid to live that part of himself out in the open.

“Well, when you say it like that it does sound pretty cool.” Tony said, smiling at the business card, “What...would someone on your taskforce do?”

“The taskforce is going to be a group of brand new heroes,” Mr. Gibbons said, “Supers who will be examples of heroes at their peak. Instead of being vigilantes operating with homemade equipment and their own rules, taskforce members will receive professional training, identity protection, publicity management, and a government issued paycheck for their services.

“The reason that Supers were outlawed was because of the unchecked destruction caused by well-intentioned vigilantes playing by their own rules. This time around we’re going to show everyone that Supers and the government can work together, and that it’s better for everyone. No more chaos, everything legal, Supers will finally be able to fully integrate into society. Their efforts will be a proper career, a way to build a safer world for us all.”

“That does sound pretty cool.” Tony said softly.

A world with legal Supers. A world with Supers who could be trained and paid and protected. A world where having powers would never have to be illegal again and everyone could be safe.

“I have school though,” Tony said, looking away from the card, “I have a job helping my parents with the restaurant. I’d really like to help, but I don’t know if I’m good enough to help so many people, there has to be someone better, someone stronger who wants to fight.”

“That son is what we call humility.” Mr. Gibbons said, smiling, “And believe it or not, it’s perhaps the rarest power a Super can have. If you choose to join the taskforce you won’t have to worry, your schooling will be finished with private tutors and your parents will receive a stipend that will cover much more than your half-time table bussing shift, believe me.

“As for strength, that’s what the training is for, and besides, the goal of the task force is not to be soldiers, it’s to have a group of levelheaded Supers that can be ambassadors to the public. Supers who can set an example for others to follow, to show unity and organization to help reign in vigilantes before they come back in full force.”

“And...if I say no thanks?” Tony asked, scratching the back on his head.

“It’s entirely up to you.” Mr. Gibbons shrugged, “There would be a legal silence agreement I would ask you to sign to keep this conversation to ourselves, and then you would be free to bus tables in peace for the rest of your high school career. There’s plenty of other law-abiding Supers out there who would be able to fulfill their duty to serve their country, to take our nation in the right direction, to set an example for the entire world of what unity and freedom really looks like.”

The whole world. A whole generation of Supers. Thousands of people, of kids like him, who’d hidden what they could do their whole lives.

Tony looked down at the water left in his plastic pitcher.

It was crazy, it was completely out of the blue, but...was it really that crazy when he thought about it? He never really wanted to be a Super, a real hero out on the streets, but he’d been born with his talent anyway, and he was already a firm believer that people who could help others should.

“Can I think about it?” Tony asked, looking down and rubbing his thumb over the business card.

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to make this kind of decision on the spot.” Mr. Gibbons said, getting off his stool and straightening his hat, “I’ve already spoken with your parents and they’ve given their permission if you’re interested.”

“Really?” Tony’s eyes widened. Mom and Dad had always been alright with his ability, but he’d never really, well, talked to them about it before.

“They understand that you have a unique talent, and that if you choose to develop it legally into a career serving your country that it’s your choice.” Mr. Gibbons said, putting his stool back against the wall, “Of course, I would recommend that you speak with them about it as well. I have another stop here in town before I head back, but when you’ve made up your mind my number is on the back of that card. Don't lose it, and remember that if you agree to join, the sooner you let me know the sooner we can start your training.”

“Yes, sir.” Tony said, getting up from his stool and slipping the card into his apron pocket, this time shaking Mr. Gibbons’ hand when he offered it. “Thank you for coming and talking to me about this, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“You’re a bright kid Anthony,” Mr. Gibbons smiled, “I know you’ll make whatever choice is best. I hope to hear from you soon.”

And without another word, he turned and left the kitchen. Leaving Tony standing alone with his half-full pitcher, and a business card that felt like it was burning a hole in his apron.

Tony stared at the wall for a long minute, his head a mess of thoughts.

He walked to the back door, almost in a daze, propping it open to see the rain still coming down hard outside.

A real Super. Really helping people. Helping bring order and unity. Something that only someone like him could do.

He reached out a hand, pulling some of the rain over to fall across his palm, dripping off his fingertips.

This was something he could do.

[Read Chapter 2: Old Friends]

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Hope you enjoyed part 1, I’ve been captured by this au and as usual will be chasing it as far as my excitement takes me. (Which my long-time readers know is usually pretty far.)

I have at least a couple more chapters in mind for this au, so be sure to follow my tumblr and AO3 to catch the next chapter as soon as it posts. Many thanks to @edorazzi on tumblr for starting this au with their wonderful artwork and headcanons, and for welcoming me on to write for it! Their ideas are fantastic and so fun to work with.

Cheers,

- Wit

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5 Super Easy DIY Shoe Storage Hacks

How many pairs of shoes do you own? If you can’t count them all on your fingers, you’re probably like most of us, who simply cannot resist a cute pair of kicks and are the proud owner of countless shoes! The more pairs of shoes you own, the more overwhelming its storage gets. You may find yourself sifting through piles of shoes to find a match or have an entryway that is cluttered with the mess.

The key to keeping your shoes organized and easily accessible is to invest in the right shoe organizing solutions. Just look around, and you’ll find that no lack of options available in the market. Right from plastic shoe storage boxes to tiered racks, you’ll find yourself spoilt for choices when it comes to ready-to-use organizer solutions. But what if you want to get a little creative and maximize storage without splurging on expensive cabinets? Let’s take you on a trip down the DIY route so you can keep the mess out and organize your shoes!

Hack #1: DIY Bench and Box Storage

This is a great hack if you’re looking for an easy storage hacks without compromising aesthetics! All you need is a wooden bench that is a perfect seating solution in your entryway or mudroom. The extra space underneath the bench is all you need to keep your kicks in order. Wicker baskets or transparent shoe box storage work great here. Simply place your shoes in the baskets/boxes and slide them under the bench to create the space you need for your shoes. You can also stick labels on them for easy storage and retrieval.

Hack #2: DIY Wooden Peg Organizer

If you’re falling short on floor space and looking to make the most of vertical space, this footwear organizer hack should be right up your alley! Grab hold of a wooden board and arrange pegs on it in rows. Measure up enough space between the pegs and the rows to provide enough room for you to hang your shoes. Not only will this allow you to neatly hang your shoes in your entryway or mudroom, but you’ll also be able to quickly find the pair you need without having to rummage through piles of shoes!

Hack #3 Wooden Crate Organizer

Have you ever looked at a wooden fruit/vegetable crate and wondered if there is more you can do with it than disposing of it in the trash? Well, it’s time to break into your kitchen stores and pull out those crates for one of the easiest shoe storage hacks you’ll find! Stack these crates sideways on top of one another such that the opening of the crates faces outward – and there you have it – a boxed wooden shoe organizer. You can also paint the crates in your favourite colour for a more elevated look or add more stability by nailing the structure in a place. For a more polished look and to make maximum use of the available space, you can also invest in plastic shoe storage boxes.

Hack #4: Ladder Shoe Rack

Here is a fun and super easy hack, perfect for storing your prized heels and boots without taking too much space. All you need to get is an old wooden ladder. Add a pop of colour by spraying on the paint of your choice – and voila – you have a chic, farmhouse-style ladder that doubles up as a vertical shoe organizing solution. It’s that simple, and you can store so many pairs of shoes on it!

Hack #5: Closet Organization Made Simple

There’s a multitude of ways you can get your shoes organized by making the most of your closet space. Here are a couple of ideas to try. Bring out your old metal hangers and clip them in the centre. Use a plier to fold the ends into curves that can be used to hang your sandals. This hack can make the most of the vertical space in your closet. A second trick is to pick up some tension rods- you can find these at any departmental or a dollar store. Hang the tension rods near the closet wall, and slip your shoes in for a neat and organized look. You can also invest in shoe box organizers that can be stacked on top of one another to give you a well-arranged mess-free closet.

What did you think of these quick and easy DIY shoe storage ideas? Try them out and you’ll find your space a lot more organized and clutter-free. At Homesmiths, you can find tonnes of DIY products, right from spray paints to the necessary hardware to get you going. You can also find plenty of ready-to-use shoe organizer solutions such as tiered shoe racks, shoe box storage, hanging organizers, and more. So, it is time to bid adieu to chaos and set your shoes in order!

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Agilenano - News: Best and Coolest 24 Cloth Hamper Baskets in 2020

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Chloe and Cotton Extra Large Tall Woven Rope Storage Basket 19 x 16 inch Gray White Handles | Decorative Laundry Clothes Hamper, Blanket, Towel, Baby Nursery Diaper, Toy Bin Cute Collapsible Organizer - Storage you will love to look at our coiled cotton rope basket offers organization & decor oversized for laundry baskets, baskets for organizing etc. Basket comes folded for safe and efficient shipping, please stuff with towels or blankets and allow some time to regain its round shape cotton portion of the basket can be covered with a towel and ironed if necessary. Use as stuffed animal storage, a kids laundry hamper, a shoe basket for front door or a oversized laundry hamper great farmhouse laundry basket. Chloe and cotton rope baskets won’t fray or get fuzzy over time, have neutral tones, handles & quality stitching, make great hampers for laundry. Designed in the usa in collaboration with lindsay hill interiors, a home designer with a huge following, known for her clean & stylish designs.

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I Have Listened To Every Lie : Chapter 3

Special update as a present for all the love I’ve received since @gukvory‘s recommendation

Previously: Chapter 2

There is nothing more soothing to Nara than the sound of water. Any form of water; from the crashing waves of the ocean and the deep bellow of a waterfall to the gentle percussion of rain and tinkle of a thin stream. Nara loves it all, but the one sound that rises above the rest is the hollow clopping of disturbed bathwater.

For as long as she can remember, Nara has always been a bath person. In times of great joy and drowning sadness she has always found solace in shutting herself into her bathroom, filling her tub with hot water, adding a few drops of oil and steaming the sorrows out of her body. There has always been something about watching roiling steam dissipate and listening to the loud echoes of water and nothing that somehow always brings Nara back to herself.

The event of bathing always instils a sense of self-worth and self-importance in Nara. Knowing that with a shift of her legs or a wiggle of her toes she is the instigator of sound, movement and a new wave of aroma comforts her. Far from being egotistic, it reminds her that there is at least something in her life that she can control, something that relies on her. She gets so little of that kind of assurance these days.

But today is different. Today her bath marks four months since she started her new life as a university student, a number, a figure, an unknown. She is happy, and has chosen her essential oil accordingly; grapefruit, tangy and sweet with spicy cloves and anise, rounded off with nutmeg and vanilla bean to soothe the citrus sting.

Nara opens her eyes. Her bathroom is full of steam and for a moment she is tricked into seeing her old bathroom; thick slabs of marble gilded by gold, but when she blinks the moisture out of her eyes she is greeted by the simpler, now-welcome sight of caesarstone and sterling silver.

She smiles a little and submerges her feet back into the water. Though the apartment is not at all modest - still a penthouse suite -, two months ago when she moved in it was still hard not to feel like she was downgrading to something lesser. Privately she admits to having a twinge of apprehension and perhaps disdain at the thought of having to share a sauna with her roommate, though now she enjoys coming home to such a place as she is not smothered by extravagance of the Min family name.

Her head falls back onto the folded towel behind her neck, and Nara breaks into a full grin. If this is what happiness is, such meagre mediocrity, then she would happily bask in it forever.

When Nara finishes her bath, it’s almost ten o’clock. By the time she finishes her nightly skin routine, it’s almost eleven fifty. Since it’s only a Saturday night and she’s in a good mood, Nara thinks she’ll have a nightcap before she goes to bed. She places her toothbrush back in its crystal cup and idly wonders if her Micha will join her.

Her roommate, obviously on the same train of thought as her is already in the kitchen, clad in a pair of soft cotton pyjamas and scrolling on her phone whilst sipping a glass of scotch. An empty glass sits beside the semi-full bottle and her thoughtfulness keeps Nara’s mood sickeningly buoyant.

“Is this for me?” She asks, very much knowing the answer.

Micha nods, looking back to her phone for one more second before putting it face down and giving Nara her full attention.

“I thought you’d like some, since you seem to be in such a good mood.”

Nara grins and laughs. “Am I really that transparent?”

“Yep”, Micha replies, popping the ‘p’ soundly. The swiftness of her answer bothers Nara somewhat, but she brushes it off.

She fills her chilled glass halfway, takes a deep drink and sets it back down. The liquor warms the part of her soul that the bath didn’t quite reach, and as she gazes into the amber liquid she feels utterly complete.

“So I take it class has been going well for you?” Micha offers.

“Yep”, Nara chirps, popping her ‘p’ (and earning her a sarcastic har har from Micha). “It feels like eons since I’ve been a student, though it’s really only been a few years.”

She taps her nails on the countertop while she ponders. “I have to say I was insanely nervous about the first few weeks, but I’ve realised that when you’re actually in class no one cares who you are.”

She looks down and a tiny, incredulous laugh leaves her.

“I spent the entirety of my first lecture wondering what an appropriate introduction would be if anyone were to introduce themselves to me.” Nara looks up at Micha with a sour twitch of her nose. “How one-percent of me, right?”

She continues with a dreamy sigh. “I mean, I love it. English literature has always been a favourite of mine, but with Yoongi and the wedding…” Suddenly she doesn’t have the courage to look her friend in the eye.

“It’s just - I’d forgotten how much words moved me. So that has been really great, but at the same time because I’ve done nothing literature related since high school, a lot of my classmates are not only much younger than me, but the information is still fresh in their minds. It took me ten minutes to remember the name of Hamlet’s sister the other day, ten whole minutes!”

“And that bothers you because?...” The sudden sound of Micha’s gravelly voice makes Nara flinch; she’d almost forgotten she was there.

Nara flicks a glance up at her friend. Micha, patient and knowing like always, has her fingers wrapped around her glass and waits for her answer.

“Well,” Nara looks back down to her hands and sombreness falls over her, “Well I just thought that I’d have no problem assimilating into being a student, but when I look at my classmates - some of them are seventeen. Seventeen, are you serious? - I just feel so ancient.”

She shakes her head. “It sounds like I’m just moaning, but I caught a girl staring at my wedding ring the other day, and it just suddenly hit me that oh my god these people are so young! And then after that it hit me that what the hell I’m only a few years older than them but I’m married and was headed for divorce? I feel like I’ve lived decades longer than they have, not just a couple of years!”

Realising the volume of her voice, Nara flushes and pulls the glass closer to her chest. When she glances at Micha, her friend’s face hasn’t changed and Nara is almost glad for that; she kind of doesn’t want to know what her friend is thinking.

“I just…” she sighs, “I feel so old. I feel different and singular and even though this is what I wanted, I kind of thought that being normal in itself made you different, you know?”

The scotch is bitter in her mouth. “But I guess being normal isn’t different unless you’re the one-percent. I guess I fetishized being ordinary a little more than I had let on.”

Silence rings in the kitchen, and when Nara finally looks up at her friend for something, anything, she’s surprised to find that an almost tender expression has overtaken Micha’s countenance.

“What?” she demands. A wave of irritation overcomes her because the expression is so like her mother in law’s typically dismissive one that she grips, “Oh don’t say I’m being childish. I know it already.”

Micha’s eyebrows shoot up and she gently says, “Actually I was going to say just the opposite; I think you’ve changed a lot in the last four months”

“Oh really?” Now it’s Nara’s turn to be surprised, but very quickly a bright smile overtakes her face. “I thought for a moment yo-”

The bright ding of an incoming call interrupts her and Nara starts, mutters a quick sorry gotta take this to Micha and pattering off to her room.

Micha’s pensive gaze follows her.

In the last four months, Min Nara had frustrated, bemused and bewildered Jung Micha to depths previously unexperienced by humankind. Micha was the typical single child that yearned for a sibling, and because of her closeness in age with Nara (just under two years) she took the younger under her wing with much enthusiasm. It was a decision that proved exasperating at the best of times.

She had originally welcomed Nara into her home for purely income purposes; unlike Nara’s family (who came from old money and prestige), Micha’s family had just come into their wealth. The apartment was a present from her father for excelling her university entry exams, but Micha was very well aware that it was still a significant investment of her parents’ hard-earned money.

From what she had heard, Nara was - ostensibly - the perfect girl; well mannered, beautiful, intelligent but not subversive, selective but not picky. Micha assumed that would make her the perfect roommate, and of course in many respects she was; she was neat, diligent and very respectful of private space. However in a matter of days, Micha realised that Nara was not at all the refined young woman she let on, but really a terribly fearful and lost little girl in desperate need of assurance and company.

First of all, Nara was incredibly spoilt. In the first two weeks of their living together Micha had to teach her ludicrously simple things such as how to hand wash dishes, how to connect a printer, how to catch public transport. For Micha, it was utterly amazing that Nara - a girl who at the snap of a finger could engage you in conversation about the intricacies of ginseng tea - was inept at so many basic things. But, on the other hand it made sense; why should Micha know how to hand wash dishes when the dishes were always loaded for her into the dishwasher? Why would she know how to catch public transport when even the family dog had its own chauffeur? Micha was at a loss.

In addition to this, Nara was unendingly moody. Some days she would be flighty and distracted, asking questions more stupid and simple than was usual for her, but Micha indulged her patiently just like a good older sister would. But then some days Nara could turn around and purposefully pick petty fights, throw tantrums and yell and scream and stamp her feet over things as small as the wrong scented soap or bath lotion. These outbursts often disappeared as quickly as they began, and Micha swore she got whiplash every single time.

Then came the disappearances. After a week of living together Micha noticed that every other night Nara didn’t come home but returned around midday without any sort of explanation. But, between grappling with Nara’s mood swings and her own busy life, she just never found the right time to ask. Naturally she expected that this secrecy would continue and so, slightly disappointed that her supposed “sister” was so reticent, was wholly surprised when Nara sat her down one night and not only explained her absence but confessed the true nature of her relationship with Min Yoongi as it stood.

From what Micha could digest, Nara and Yoongi had basically fucked their way to matrimony and regretted it. When Micha had tentatively asked why did you say yes to waiting on the divorce? Nara confessed that she lived in fear of her mother-in-law, and even more so what would happen if she found out that not only had Nara moved out of home but that she was studying instead of looking pretty and popping out baby after baby.

That night for Micha was life-changing. She thought she had people all figured out, and that though everyone was different the general population still behaved a certain way, but the incredible vulnerability Nara showed in telling her these things was bolstered by the strength and courage of youth and naivete. So yes, in many ways Nara still demonstrated incredibly coddled and sheltered behaviour, but from that night Micha knew that it was not only a front for her rather fragile self, but that it actually took bravery to be able to put on that facade in a time of such emotional and mental stress.

Amazingly, Min Nara was schooling Micha on the fluidity of human nature.

Fucking incredible, Micha thinks, and downs the last of her drink. No wonder she feels old. The poor girl is a medieval princess having an existential crisis.

As she places her glass in the sink and screws the cap back on the whisky, she finds herself being moved by a sudden wash of affection for the younger girl. Today, hearing her anxiety about her age versus her experience again reiterated to Micha just how worthy of kindness and sympathy Nara was.

She nods to herself and walks to her bedroom, flipping off the light and closing the door. As she brushes her teeth, slips on her nightdress and gathers the remnants of her thoughts, Micha finally understands why Nara asks dense questions, cries over having to make her own bed and makes a scene when there’s no yoghurt in the fridge.

It is because it is in a child’s nature to lean on those around them in times of distress, fear and need; to throw all they have in the hands to the floor and lay down and weep endlessly. Getting to university and attempting to live a relatively normal student life took all of the nerve and strength that Nara had and she hadn’t the forethought to think what next?, so now she was tired and afraid and so of course to a degree she would regress to old behaviour; instilled in her through years of butlers and maids being at her beck and call.

The next day Nara is in class, sitting at the back row just as she has every class. Her blazer is folded delicately on the seat beside her and her dark rimmed, large framed shades placed neatly on top. The course she’s taking is a capstone class for all literature majors, and this week’s work is Macbeth - one of her favourite Shakespearean plays.

Just as she is losing herself in the husky vocals of Michael Fassbender and mouthing the words “Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more”, a soft voice interrupts her.

“Hey. Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

It’s halfway through the lecture, what is this person doing asking for one now? Her eyes snap open in annoyance and she turns to the right. The owner of the voice is a boy her age, tired-looking but quite earnestly handsome. His hand is bridging the distance between them, outstretched and expectant. They’re beautiful fingers, Nara notes. Inwardly rolling her eyes at herself she picks up a pen from her lilac pencil case and delicately places it in his hand, then turns back to the screen and closes her eyes.

When the lecture draws to a close, Nara quietly but efficiently packs up (the way all her classmates do) and is about to walk out when she remembers her pen. Is it polite to ask someone for a pen back? She wonders, and hesitates. She wasn’t taught this in etiquette class.

But, she decides that in the spirit of taking back her own life she has to ask for her pen back and so she approaches the boy from behind, just in time to see the kid’s boldly drawn caricatures of their lecture. Beside the images are short, sarcastic scribbles and quotes from the play and without meaning to she laughs.

The sound makes him turn around and Nara is embarrassed at the slip of decorum. She presses her lips together, folds her hands and is in the middle of chastising herself when the boy dips his head, catches her eye and says, “Were you laughing at me?”

She nods with a bashful grin. “Yes. Your images were very amusing.”

The boy grins. “Why thanks.” A moment of silence, and then he turns to the table, grabs her pen and offers it to her. “You have a beautiful smile.”

The compliment surprises her immensely, because Nara can’t remember the last time she received one without other intentions. She studies the boy carefully and upon detecting no ulterior motive, she nods her head and pockets her pen.

She turns to leave and walks rather quickly, wanting to avoid any sort of alien situation with a stranger, but the boy catches up to her.

“Hey! I was wondering if we could have lunch together? My name is Taehyung.” He grins, outstretches his hand for a shake and with a sigh Nara looks at his beautiful palm. Despite her hesitance, somehow Taehyung has already begun chattering away and suddenly Nara is walking to lunch, buying lunch and then sitting down for lunch with a person that she has never met.

Despite her misgivings, Nara is having a great time. She learns that Kim Taehyung is an acting major with a minor in music production. Literature is just an elective, mainly to satisfy his grandmother, who was an author, and his father, an English teacher (“English also happens to be my worst subject” he says with smile just a little too smug). He talks quite incessantly, but that’s mostly because Nara doesn’t answer any of the personal questions he asks her. She can tell that the conversation is slowing down because of this and the dread rises in her, knowing that at some point if she ever wants to make a friend, she’ll have to tell him who she is.

“Nara?”

She starts. Oh damn, she grimaces. With all her brooding she must have missed a question. Great job Nara, secretive and an airhead, way to go!

Taehyung seems to take her no-answer as a refusal and sighs. Nara knits her brows together at her patheticness.

“Sorry if I’m coming off too enthusiastically. I’m actually really just nervous; the only reason I asked you to lunch was because none of my friends go to university here and while everyone seems to know each other, you and I are the only ones that sit alone.”

He flicks a glance at her and sighs again. “Look, I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. Sorry I bothered you.”

Nara is utterly moved. How could she have mistaken his quirky nervousness as flirtatiousness? She realises that he is just a lonely boy and her heart goes out to him. Before he can move, she places her hand on his and says, “No, I’m sorry. Sit down. I didn’t mean to be unfriendly.”

If Taehyung is surprised by her sudden change in mood he doesn’t show it - save for the huge grin that doesn’t leave his face -, and for the first time in a long while Nara can laugh all the way to her eyes.

Next: Chapter 4

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5 Laws Anyone Working In Mirrored Chest Of Drawers Interiors Invogue Should Know

15 Style Features Of A Dream Kitchen area

All developers and house owners have their suggestions about what makes a great kitchen, yet throughout my years in the design globe, I've concerned count on several best approaches for developing an effective, functional, gorgeous room. The enhancement of any among these things would dramatically raise the charm of an area. Combine them all, as well as you would certainly have one incredible desire kitchen.

1. Appropriate lighting. Integrating different sorts of lighting in any area is fundamental, yet it's specifically useful in the cooking area. A wealth of all-natural light is amazing, yet kitchens likewise need practical resources of fabricated light: ambient illumination to create a total radiance, job illumination to brighten offices and also accent lighting to highlight functions in the area.

Brightening on a budget: Not prepared for an illumination overhaul? Beginning by replacing your old bulbs with LEDs-- they last much longer, are extra energy effective and also are available in amazing, cozy as well as neutral colour temperatures. Undermounted LED rope lighting, or puck lights are additionally budget-friendly choices for enlightening areas where cupboards cast darkness.

2. Abundant seating. Among the biggest requests I hear as an interior designer is a requirement for more guest seating. Individuals have a tendency to gather in cooking areas, so see to it there is ample space for close friends to collect in areas that will not disrupt the performance of your prep space.

Round tables are a wonderful way to give less complicated website traffic circulation and also can usually seat 4 to 6 individuals. Drop-leaf or extendable tables give you flexibility. They can be pushed versus the wall out of the way when not being used or gotten used to produce extra seating for enjoyable visitors. This is a great solution for a house that does not have an official dining-room.

3. Area. A big island with great deals of counter room as well as seating offers space for collaboration. Routine tasks such as paying costs, sorting through mail, doing homework or whipping up dinner can be implemented without initial needing to move things around to make area. Having this clear surface area also has a mental impact that makes the residence appear clean even if other areas of the residence are haphazard or covered with stacks of things.

No space for an island? Right here are a couple of space-saving pointers:

When every square inch counts, don't compromise area for the small stuff. Mount your paper towel owner to obtain it up as well as off the beaten track. Rather than making use of a knife block, shop cutlery on the wall surface utilizing a magnetic strip. Discover a reducing board that fits over your sink or cooktop to make sure that beneficial counter room does not go to waste.

Fold-down workstation surfaces are the Murphy bed of the cooking area. They offer you added area when you require it and also are out of the method when you don't. They're also fairly low-cost and easy to mount.

Or aim to our next essential cooking area device: the movable workstation.

4. Movable workstation. An island on wheels, and even a bar cart, is terrific for cooking and enjoyable. It offers more storage space and a flexible area for prepping and serving.

What to look for: Stainless steel is wonderful due to the fact that it's durable and also very easy to clean, or go with the a lot more cost effective option, butcher block, for a different appearance and also really feels. When it involves size, ensure you have about 36 inches in between the edge of the island and also bordering countertops so as not to hamper traffic flow. Relying on your preference, you can go with counter elevation or bar elevation. Take note of what's most comfy prior to you go out shopping.

5. Organised cabinets. Split as well as dominate! Conserve your time as well as sanity by maintaining points neat and simple to locate. Inserts and also dividers add structure to drawers where loosened products have a tendency to accumulate. Having actually designated areas for all probabilities and also ends will certainly assist you avoid overflow.

When buying organisers, keep in mind very first to measure your drawers. Avoid affordable plastic choices that warp in time, as well as rather, look for something equally as sturdy as the kitchen cabinetry.

Tool storage space is essential. It's far better (and cleaner) to nicely put away devices than to have an arrangement of spatulas sitting out on the counter.

Superficial flavor storage allows you to quickly see what you have as opposed to messing up with a congested cluster of containers. Perk points if you move your seasonings from their initial product packaging right into matching containers.

Pile cooking sheets and also cutting boards up and down in deep drawers (if you have them) or narrow cabinets for easier accessibility. Divider panels will keep them upright. Do not fail to remember to specify different cutting boards for produce, meats and also bread.

Organisation for food storage space containers always appears to be an afterthought (as well as one of the messiest parts of many kitchen areas). The amount of times have you gotten to for an item of Tupperware just to locate its equivalent lid has vanished? Closets consume loose covers, so maintain them with each other. We choose glass storage for food as it is microwaveable and stays in good condition longer.

6. Pot as well as frying pan (and cover) organisation. If you can order a pot or frying pan as well as its lid without shuffling the remainder of your cookware around, you're gold. Hanging them from hooks is a great method to achieve this accomplishment and make effective use of upright room.

7. Pullout corner storage. Smart cupboard organisers supply easier ease of access and aid increase the otherwise dead space where your Tupperware covers are probably concealing.

You can discover a multitude of products such as this online or through your neighborhood cabinetry firm, and also the majority of corner functions can be retrofitted to your existing kitchen cabinetry.

8. Devoted appliance storage space. Covert storage space for little home appliances liberates counter room for extra useful usages.

When developing your cooking area or renovation closets, consider adding a home appliance garage to keep your devices concealed. House owners also can transform an existing office by setting up pullout racks that use fast as well as very easy accessibility to devices when you require them. Whatever you do, designate a designated room for each device, so they don't wind up awkwardly stacked on top of the refrigerator or out on the counter.

9. Sturdy equipment. Protect your closets with hardware. In time, oil from hands can wear down the finish and also filthy up or damage the paint. Avoid unneeded wear as well as tear with sleek pulls or knobs that will certainly expand the life of your kitchen cabinetry. Try to find a strong metal or something durable with significant weight. It will certainly benefit you-- as well as your closets-- in the lengthy run.

10. Citrus. When life provides you lemons, put them to work. Whether you're adding a little enthusiasm to your dish, spraying up a rejuvenating drink, packing up on vitamin C or just cleaning up the kitchen area, citrus is an useful thing to carry hand (plus, it shows well as a wonderful splash of colour).

Lemons and also limes are fantastic for organic garbage disposal cleaning. Running the skins through water helps to cleanse the blades, as well as the oils freshen up the scent. You can also prepare your organic cleaning option with lemon, sodium bicarbonate and also vinegar-- avoid marble kitchen counters. The acid can create discoloration and also etching.

11. Hand Towels. Usage ornamental linen towels to lower waste by making use of fewer paper towels. Not just are cloth towels extra eco-friendly, yet they additionally conserve you loan and also include a little beauty to the cooking area.

Along with your beautiful tea towels as well as cloth napkins, you'll wish to maintain a pile of cleansing towels or microfiber fabrics accessible, so they're all set to grab when you require them. It will certainly be much less excruciating to pass up the benefit of paper towels if you're well-stocked for the following mess.

12. A clear catch-all space. Every day life makes it impossible to have an arranged residence 24/7. Documents, tricks, footwear, canteen, bags and various other various items tend to accumulate quickly in particular locations. Stay clear of surface mess by giving each of your things an assigned residence. Keys, mail, phone chargers and pens need to all have a devoted touchdown spot, whether it's a full-fledged, integrated command centre, the rear of a cabinet or ordered area inside a storage room.

13. Confined garbage as well as recycling. Garbage can take up floor room, can smell poor and give mayhem for family pets. Concealed storage is ideal, but if you do not have that choice, at the very least make certain your containers have lids. Keeping bins and bags together makes it easy to separate waste and recyclables.

Closets can be retrofitted to house custom-made pullout containers, however if you're looking for a simple remedy, inspect out favorite merchants like The Container Store or Ikea for a range of bins that will work to fit your existing space.

14. Coffee terminal. Life is just a little less complicated when you have whatever you require in one spot. If you can find a means to construct it in or enclose it, also much better. While a full-on coffee bar isn't always practical, having all your cafe accoutrements-- coffee manufacturer, grinder, beans or premises, filters, cups, sugar-- in one devoted location will certainly streamline your early morning regimen.

15. Character. Whether it's fun, colourful accessories or a stunning item of art work, a cooking area ought to have an inviting atmosphere that enables convenience, relaxation and great times.

Play up your house's fascinating architectural details. If you have attractive old glass-front cupboards, show off some vibrant bowls or maybe some vintage glasses. Indulge in little accents, such as quirky doorknobs or vintage drape tiebacks. These tiny information include fun, unforeseen style and also individuality.

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Killing Time: Part I

March 25, 1987

Wendy treaded down the center of the vacant road, avoiding the pools of light shining from street lamps as if they would burn her skin. Each breath she took came out as a short gasp, and despite her efforts, she couldn’t stop shivering in the cool night air. It was three o’clock in the morning and she traveled alone, the soul waking occupant of this dark, hazy realm, so different in the absence of daylight. Wind cut through the soaked black sweater hanging over her thin frame three sizes too big, and the mini skirt and layered fishnet tights which she wore with it provided no additional warmth. She rubbed her arms and walked faster, her heart pounding against her ribcage with a frantic beat that betrayed a fear that her stony eyes would never admit.

They had agreed not to speak of what happened at the river that night. There was no going back, no returning to that time when this was all just a sick game. They were tied to this path, and a final sacrifice had to be made. The thought made Wendy want to burst off running, to find refuge somewhere far away from everything she knew, but she held firm, maintaining an even pace. Only a guilty person would run through the streets this late at night.

The dim houses lining the block looked even more identical in the darkness, silhouettes of two-level family homes with neat little gardens and tacky brown shutters. Wendy resented the sight. Everything felt so plastic and manufactured, making her feel both alienated and trapped in this picture of the cookie-cutter american dream. Thinking of her mother, she lit a cigarette, hiding the ember beneath a shaking hand. Her parents swore that they would never tolerate smoking from any child of theirs, though they themselves had been tobacco addicts since their teens. Wendy made a habit of doing this whenever they weren’t around, her own private retaliation to their hypocrisy. The majority of her rebellions were far less subtle, from the way that she dressed to the outlandish backcombed hairstyles that made made her mother cringe, but it was nice to have something secret, something that was hers and hers alone. It was a last laugh, no matter how many times she got kicked out of the house, no matter how many screaming arguments she lost with her father, forcing her to retreat to her room in defeat. Wendy blew a few smoke rings, a new trick that Steve had taught her in the school parking lot, before crushing the still burning cigarette underfoot.

Smoke still burned in her throat when Wendy paced up the driveway, scaling the flimsy chain-link fence that bordered her backyard as quickly and as quietly as she could manage. She jumped down to the other side, landing in the grass on a small square of lawn, the only other greenery a scrubby-looking pine tree that hugged the edge of the plot. Wendy would have liked to wait out here until morning, sitting on the stoop of the porch and watching the handful of stars that dotted the sky, but she knew she had long overstayed her leave. She used a spare key to unlock the back door, and slipped into the kitchen with all the silence of a burglar invading her own home.

The main level was cast in shadow, its furnishings reduced to shapes that shifted and moved with the light. Everything was quiet, peaceful in its state of stillness and monochromatic simplicity, until the muted sound of a cough coming from upstairs brought her back. She raced up the steps, cold sweat clinging to the back of her neck as she crept past the baby’s room and then her parents’, holding her breath for fear that her little brother would awake and cry. The dim glow of a plastic night light illuminated the hall, reflecting off of the dusty frames hanging along the wall. It felt like an eternity before she reached her own bedroom and the door was closed and locked safely behind her. Air came rushing into her lungs, and she waited, expecting to feel some kind of relief, some sense of security in the familiarity. She waited, but the panic only continued writhing and coiling in her chest. How could she possibly feel at ease when the reality was that she wasn’t safe? None of them were.

She didn’t bother changing out of her damp street clothes, she never changed before bed, and besides, she had little chance of falling asleep after all of this. Wendy collapsed onto her unmade bed, cold and exhausted, and switched on the tape player on her nightstand, making sure to turn the volume to the lowest setting. She just needed something to fill the empty space, something to take the silence away. The music played so softly at first that the notes were indistinguishable from the static, just brushy strokes against a rolling blank canvas. A keyboard surfaced from the white noise, ringing and dissonant but melodic all the same, then a simple drum beat cut in, layered over by harsh strums on a guitar. Wendy could just make out the words, sung in a range of low tones and passionate wailing that pulled her in, an unmistakable ebb and flow that drew her into the rhythm.

“Water was running; children were running,

You were running out of time.

Under the mountain, a golden fountain,

Were you praying at the Lares’ shrine?

But oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend.”

Wendy slammed the eject button, and the music died out. She rubbed her hands over her face and through her hair, undoubtedly smearing several layers of carefully placed black eye makeup. Of course it had to be Rachel’s tape on tonight of all nights, the one with the names of the tracks written in tiny, looped cursive on the paper label.

1. Cities in Dust- Siouxsie and the Banshees,

2. Atmosphere- Joy Division,

3. She’s in Parties- Bauhaus…

She picked up the cassette and began to rewind it, then stopped, pulling the thin tape until it broke away from its reels, a translucent black ribbon hanging limply from her hand. It was useless now, tainted with Rachel’s memory. Wendy threw the tape across the room, where it landed with a dull clatter of plastic, and buried her face deep into her pillow. She didn’t cry, she didn’t think she knew how to anymore, and all she wanted to do was scream until her throat was raw and there was nothing left inside her chest. It was too much to think of Rachel, with her white-blonde hair and warm brown eyes, the cheerleader who wore a pentagram charm around her neck. All of it led back to the image of her lying face down in the water, completely limp.

Rachel had never been innocent. She had seen too many things in her drunk father’s home, taken one too many beatings from people who she once thought loved her. You could see it in the way she walked, like nothing that touched her would create friction. She acted unexpectedly for someone so pretty, someone with such influence in high school social politics. No one could quite place her, but she liked it that way; it gave her intrigue, and captivation was power in its own right. She had developed quite the reputation, attracting all manner of scumbags that she called lovers, Rourke being the latest. People called her a slut, a witch, but Rachel was far too sad and disinterested to care. Wendy used to admire that, knowing that despite everything, part of her still existed that was fragile and clean. Maybe the darkness saw that too, maybe that’s why it decided to take Rachel.

Wendy felt sick, like a knot was being pulled tighter and tighter in her stomach. The early stage of a headache pressed against her temple, and she couldn’t stop trembling. She looked over at the clock, which read 3:48 am. It was then that she realized she had been digging her nails into the flesh of her palms, leaving behind rows of tiny crescent-shaped imprints nearly deep enough to draw blood. Everything was too still, too quiet. If Wendy didn’t do something soon, she was going to drive herself mad.

The group had promised one another to lie low and not make contact until things had quieted down. Rourke had been adamant about covering every track, whispering with a low, threatening edge to his voice as he gave them careful instructions on how to dispose of the evidence. As much as Wendy hated to admit it, Rourke scared her. He was violent and unpredictable, and his eyes were always piercing and brimming with hate for the world. As far as she could tell, Steve wasn't afraid, he was never serious enough to be, but even he would never dare cross Rourke. In spite of that, Wendy was certain that if she called him, Steve would pick up. She picked up the phone beside her bed and dialed quickly, pressing the receiver up to her ear and clenching her fist as it rang, droning on one hollow note between agonizing intervals of silence.

Wendy and Steve were close, they always had been, bonding over a shared sense of defiant apathy and designated freakishness, a black-clad duo, with Wendy in her dramatic makeup and baggy clothes and Steve towering above her in his military boots and spiked deathhawk. The only thing that separated them were their reasons for looking the way that they did; Wendy wanted to disappear, to keep people away, but Steve relished in the attention he attracted. It was for that same reason that he always picked fights, why he shoplifted and smoked in the bathroom at school. He adored being in the man of the hour, sitting back and watching the ruckus he could cause. Wendy couldn’t stand it, but she loved him all the same, like the wisecracking older brother she never had, always there to lighten the mood with a well placed quip or practical joke. Besides, Wendy couldn’t afford to be selective too with who she chose to call friends, being that she didn’t really like many people at all. Rachel and Steve were two of the only people who she didn’t downright hate, and though she was none too fond of Rourke, she had learned to deal with him. She could care less about her parents. They were probably the last people she’d turn to at a time like this.

“Goddamnit Wen, not everyone has adopted the sleep schedule of a vampire bat, namely everyone else in my apartment building.” Wendy breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of a familiar voice.

“I’m surprised you’re home at this hour.”

“Yeah, I lost my fake ID, so none of the bars downtown would let me in. Fucking bastards,” he laughed sheepishly, then cleared his throat. “Plus after what happened, and that whole speech Rourke gave…” his voice trailed off, “I just had to get out of there.” Wendy swallowed hard and fumbled through her sock drawer for another pack of cigarettes, not caring if the room still smelled like smoke in the morning.

“What the hell are we going to do? I don’t know if I can live with this. It’s all going too far.” Her voice broke. “And God, I never thought that it would take Rachel.”

Steve cursed, and Wendy could hear him beginning to pace the floor, the creaking of floorboards echoing in the background. “Look, I don’t think that there’s anything we can do.” His voice had dropped low, the seriousness in his tone revealing no trace of his normally easy-going demeanor. “Believe me, I’m not happy about it, but you heard Rourke. There’s no going back; we’re in too deep.” Wendy ground her back teeth, tensing every muscle in her body to resist the urge to scream.

“Yeah. I know.” Her voice was monotone, her response clipped and robotic. “When can we finish it?” The words were hot and bitter in her mouth. The thought of giving another offering was unbearable, but at this point she would do anything for it to be over, for everything to return to normal.

“I talked to Rourke after you left. He said we can meet up at the trainyard in a week.” Steve sounded jaded, like he was being stretched too thin. For a moment, Wendy thought he could be crying, but then thought better of it.

“Good,” she said. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.”

“Yeah. You too.” Steve hung up, leaving Wendy alone with a hollow feeling in her stomach. She leaned her head against the wall, pressed her lips together and exhaled in defeat, feeling isolated in the wake of a conversation that had only confirmed what she already knew, though hearing it reiterated only made her feel more trapped, more condemned. Everything had happened so fast, and now she struggled to piece together all of the scattered fragments of memory into something coherent and interpretable. After a few minutes of thought, Wendy stood and opened a window to let out some of the smoke drifting through the room like a thin grey veil, kicking off her boots and shoving them offhandedly into the corner on her way. Cool air flooded the space, raising goosebumps on her arms and causing her to shiver as she took another drag on her cigarette. On a whim, she began searching through one of her bureau drawers for her walkman, and found it tangled haphazardly in the chord of her favorite pair of headphones. She grabbed an unmarked tape sitting next to it and shut the drawer, returning to peer out the open window. A wave of harsh noise filtered through the headphones as she slipped them over her ears, recognizing the song immediately as “Promised Land” by Skeletal Family. She wanted to disappear into the sounds of guitar and bass, hammering at her eardrums like a thunderous heartbeat, but soon she slipped back into thought, her mind swimming through flashes of images and snippets of conversation, gradually aligning themselves into a vivid nightmare that she knew all too well to be true.

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Easy Gluten-Free Blueberry Cobbler

This gluten-free blueberry cobbler the easiest dessert for summer entertaining. Vanilla-stewed blueberries with buttery oat and almond flour biscuits dropped on top. These flavorful cobbler biscuits bake up with brown crispy tops with soft fluffy dumplings underneath. Best served with vanilla ice cream!

This post is sponsored by Bob’s Red Mill, a year-long partner of Snixy Kitchen

A few Sundays ago, Zoella (age 3) woke up asking if she could bake a berry pie. I wanted to test this gluten-free blueberry cobbler again anyway, so I obliged and kept referring to this cobbler as “pie” to satisfy her wish. It’s definitely not pie, but we’ll get to that later.

When it came time to bake the “pie”, Zoella said she was “busy doing a project” (with a toilet paper roll and pipe cleaners) and refused to help me. I think she tricked me into making this blueberry cobbler for her – what she really wanted was to eat a pie, not bake a pie.

We had our neighbors over for dinner that night and Zoella’s announced that she made a pie! I feel like I’m living a gluten-free re-enactment of The Little Red Hen. I’m the hen. Except nicer because I still shared the cobbler.

Gluten-Free Blueberry Cobbler

When I admitted to Zoella and the neighbors that I’d actually made a gluten-free cobbler, we wound up in an intense dinner table conversation about what defines a cobbler. We all had strong and varied beliefs.

One neighbor and my Texan husband argued cobbler has a lattice pie pastry crust, making it not all that different from a pie. No cobbler I ever saw growing up in California looked like that! One person thought a cobbler had a crust on the bottom, while someone else vehemently did not. So it seems there are many variations even within the very definition of cobbler. We all agreed though, this cobbler certainly was not pie. (Sorry, Zoella. I tricked you too.)

This homemade gluten-free blueberry cobbler fourth recipe in a year-long partnership with Bob’s Red Mill. So far this year, I’ve made gluten-free pop tarts with strawberry jam, gluten-free matcha crepe cake, and gluten-free almond flour pasta. Now I’m making a gluten-free blueberry cobbler with easy oat and almond flour biscuits – perfect for quick summer entertaining!

What to put on top of a cobbler?

While everyone agrees that cobbler has loads of baked seasonal fruit at its core, three are many variations for what kind of pastry to put on top of the stewed fruit. You can top it with a pourable batter that bakes up almost like cake, cookie dough, pie pastry crust, or some kind of biscuit.

Those biscuits can be rolled out and cut or shaped into rounds, or made from a moist dough dropped from a spoon on top of the fruit.

I’m using the spoon drop biscuit method here to cobble together this gluten-free cobbler (ha…ha…).

Almond Flour Biscuits

I’ve topped this gluten-free blueberry cobbler with almond flour biscuits made with a combination of three easily accessible Bob’s Red Mill flours: almond flour, oat flour, and sweet rice flour. Together these flours create a flavorful soft biscuit that has whole grain and sweet nutty notes.

These gluten-free almond flour biscuits bake up as a crisp browned buttery biscuit cobbler topping. As the dough bakes, it expands to cover the berry compote, baking into soft fluffy biscuits partially submerged in the bubbling fruit. The top half is brown, crispy, and almost cookie-like, while the bottom half is soft and fluffy like steamed dumplings.

The three flours used for these biscuits are three of my most used gluten-free flours. If you’re new to gluten-free baking but plan to do more of it, you’ll likely use these three flours regularly. If you stock up on a bag of each, you can find a list of recipes that use all three in my recipe index!

How to make a gluten-free blueberry cobbler

As a rustic dessert, blueberry cobbler is one of the easiest desserts to make. The ingredients are simple and it requires very little hands-on time. Toss berries with sugar and cornstarch, adding a little vanilla bean or extract if you desire. Dump it in a 2-quart baking dish to give the blueberries a short headstart.

Meanwhile, mix cold butter into the dry ingredients with your hands until crumbly and whisk in milk just to combine. Then drop the moist buttery almond flour biscuit dough over the warm fruit with a spoon. Don’t worry about making them look pretty or well-shaped, the beauty of a cobbler lies in its cozy rough edges. With a brush of milk and a sprinkle of coarse sugar, they head into a high-heat oven to bake up brown and crispy.

Serve with an obligatory scoop of vanilla ice cream…or two!

If you can’t get your hands on fresh blueberries, you can turn it into a gluten-free berry cobbler! I’ve made this with a mix of strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries as well and I’ve also included a note in the recipe for using frozen blueberries.

What makes a cobbler different from a pie?

While you make both cobblers and pies with lots of fresh fruit bubbling with dough, what makes something a pie versus a cobbler? The major difference between a pie and a cobbler is that a pie always has a bottom pastry crust, where a cobbler usually does not. A cobbler always has some kind of topping, usually baked pastry, dough, or batter.

Note: While a cobbler typically does not have a crust on the bottom, some variations double up the crust on top and bottom, which muddies the definition between pie and cobbler. For now, let’s assume most cobblers stick with a single top layer of pastry or dough.

Is a Crumble, Crisp, Brown Betty, Grunt, Slump, Pandowdy, or Buckle the same as Cobbler?

Bubbling warm fruit mixed with dough can make a whole host of desserts. Here’s a quick and dirty breakdown of the various rustic fruit desserts. Plus some inspiration recipes of what to bake next!

Crumbles and crisps: deep-dish baked fruit cooked desserts usually topped with some kind of crumbly streusel-like topping. I’ve written about the difference between the two on my gluten-free peach crumble recipe. In short, there are conflicting sources about the difference between crisps and crumbles. Some say one has oats while the other doesn’t, but experts can’t agree on which is which. The Kitchn suggests that distinction is passé and crumble and crisp are used interchangeably now.

Brown Betty: A deep-dish baked fruit dessert similar to a crumble or a crisp, but using finer crumbs that also incorporate breadcrumbs into the topping.

Grunts and Slumps: Most similar to a cobbler, grunts and slumps use a biscuit dough, but are cooked on the stovetop covered or uncovered (respectively) until the biscuits steam into little dumplings in the bubbling fruit. Admittedly, I’ve never made one of these because I prefer the crisp browned crust of a cobbler.

Pandowdy: Almost like a cross between a pie and cobbler, a pandowdy is another deep-dish baked fruit dessert that’s topped with a pastry pie crust. Instead of a neat lattice or whole sheet pie crust, the pandowdy is a little messier. Traditionally, the fruit is topped with a sheet of pastry then partially baked before being broken up with a spoon or fork so the fruit bubbles up and creates a pudding-like consistency. Modern pandowdies tend to use shapes or cut up squares of pie dough layered more neatly on top of the fruit so it’s sturdy enough that it won’t disappear into the fruit when baked.

Buckle: a fruit dessert that is most similar to a cake. Fruit is dropped over or pressed into cake batter and it sinks as the cake buckles around the fruit in the oven. Sometimes people top the cake with more crumble before baking, but usually, this dessert can be easily sliced.

More Gluten-Free Cobbler Recipes

As fate would have it, both Alanna and I were simultaneously working on recipes for gluten-free blueberry cobbler. She’s infused her cobbler with a hint of lavender and lemon, then topped the compote with earthy oat biscuits.

If you’re looking for a small-batch cobbler, try Dessert for Two’s blueberry cobbler and sub in 3 tablespoons each oat flour and sweet rice flour for the all-purpose flour to make it gluten-free!

Note: Zoella has since spontaneously announced to three different people that she made a blueberry pie. It’s neither a pie nor did she make it.

Yield: 6-8 servings

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 40 minutes

Total Time: 50 minutes

Ingredients

For the blueberries

8 cups fresh blueberries (4 pints) (*see note, if you'd like to use frozen)

1/4 cup sugar

1/4 cup Bob's Red Mill corn starch

Optional: 1 teaspoon vanilla bean paste or extract

For the Almond Flour Biscuits

Instructions

Preheat oven to 375°F and prepare a 2 to 3-quart baking dish by placing it on a large baking sheet lined with parchment paper to catch any spills. I've used a 10x8 baking pan with 2-inch sides here, but another 2-quart baking pan, a 10-inch deep dish pie pan will work too.

Place the blueberries in a large mixing bowl. In a small bowl, whisk together the corn starch and sugar until combined then mix it into the blueberries. Mix in the vanilla bean paste or extract, if using. Mixing them together in advance will prevent the corn starch from clumping. Pour the blueberries into the prepared baking dish and bake for 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, in a large bowl, whisk together almond flour, sweet rice flour, oat flour, cane sugar, baking powder, salt, and baking soda.

Add cold butter and either with a pastry cutter or your hands, quickly work the butter into the flour until the largest pieces of butter are no larger than a pea and the dough is crumbly. Add milk and whisk until just combined (do not over whisk).

Pull the blueberries out of the oven and increase the heat to 400°F. Use a large spoon to drop the dough evenly over the top of the blueberries in as many biscuits as you like. Brush the biscuits lightly with milk and sprinkle with coarse sugar.

Return the cobbler to the oven and bake until the biscuits are evenly golden brown, 30-35 minutes. If you find some of the biscuits browning faster than others, cover that part of the cobbler with a piece of foil.

Remove from heat and let cool at least 15 minutes before serving with scoops of vanilla ice cream. The fruit will thicken up as it cools. (**See note about making in advance)

Notes

*If using frozen blueberries, do not defrost them and skip the 10 minute pre-bake.If you can't get your hands on fresh blueberries, you can turn it into a gluten-free berry cobbler. I've made this with a mix of strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries as well.

**Cobbler is best served the day of, but if you're making it a few hours in advance, serve room temperature or warm it in the microwave or in a 350°F oven to serve!

Source: https://www.snixykitchen.com/gluten-free-blueberry-cobbler/

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