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In case no one told you growing up

Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.

If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)

Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.

You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)

Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.

Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.

To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.

Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.

Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.

If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.

Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advance of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.

After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.

Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.

Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.

I love this so much I cannot wait for the next part

Rough and new | bakugo | part seven

✦ Summary: You meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share your curiosity. Both of you have motives to your actions that turn out to be vastly different.

✦ Warnings: mer!Bakugo, fem!reader, adult reader, smut(ish) content due to the curcumstances of the story do not expect full smut, dubcon

Minors do not interact

The night was painfully present, shimming its way between you and the mer’s hot body. Guess such a mass of muscles takes some time to get cold. Although his arms were still tightly wrapped around your form, you shivered. You weren’t sure whether you were crying again or simply never stopped doing that. The realisation hit you hard, dragging you down off your high. Just how drunk were you a while ago? Enough to get stuck here.

All you wanted to do was vanish. You found yourself in a situation that you didn’t understand, nor wanted to understand. Coming to terms with what you’ve done, that it was your and only your fault was just too crushing. You’re not stupid nor ignorant, hasty and thirsty… but that’s how you acted. That’s all that was fueling your childish curiosity with the beautiful and dangerous creature. You should have told someone about your finding, not come here alone, just how you planned. Or forget about the whole thing, act like you never saw the golden glimpse in the water.

No matter how tight you shut your eyes, your head was still spinning underneath. All you wanted to do was get out of here, go to bed, cry.

After what felt like eternity your arms moved from his neck down his back, untangling yourself from the muscular form crushing you into the now cold rock. Slowly and delicately, as if you were observed by a wild animal, you started to move and shimmy out of his cage-like grasp.

The mer’s eyes opened slowly. Did he fall asleep on you? Most likely. He looked unkempt and sleepy but still focused solely on your face. The blonde head tilted slightly expressing his curiosity.

You wanted to tell him something, or maybe not. Saying anything, letting your voice escape your throat felt terrifying. As if disrupting this moment would cause him to leap at you and tear you apart.

Still looking the blonde in the eye you started to crawl, on all four, to the side of the rock, then slowly down into the water. The cold swallowed you as you sunk. The mer seemed fascinated, sliding into the water himself. Observing his form attentively you moved towards the beach, push by push, not too fast. He was swimming around you somehow, brushing your legs and butt, looking at you with those wide-blown eyes. Two glowing-red spots observing you from underneath the dark water.

Biting your lower lip you started to kick and pull your limbs quicker, feeling your stomach clench out of fear. Just a bit closer, just a tiny bit. Your feet brushed the sand and you felt like crying. It was like running in a dream, trying so hard and failing so bad. The mer’s body had less and less water to move in, less and less space to circle around you. He swam just in front of you, staring at your face, not blinking even once, his fair hair dancing in the water. 

Finally, your foot dug into the sand hard. It was now or never. Spinning around you splashed and pushed as hard as you could, slipping in the water and wounding your feet on the sharp rocks. The land was closer with every second, the water lower to the point it was merely licking your ankles.

Only did you turn around when your knees safely hit the cold dry sand of the beach. Panting, trying to catch your breath you cried your eyes out and shivered out of cold and fear. The sand rubbed all over your hair and face as you dropped to the floor curling.

“Y/N!”

It was all dark.

“Moment. Tell me everything once again, from the beginning.”

The cup was burning your hand slightly. The steaming-hot tea smelled good, comforting. Looking inside you saw your reflection, disrupted by the shaking of your hand. The teabag sunk low, left for far too long. The liquid was dark and you saw his red eyes…

The tea spilled as you hit the cup on the table.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered looking at the small pool.

“It’s nothing.” The man crouched next to you pulling a tissue out of the box with a sigh.

“Thank you Shinso.” Your voice came out muffed as you wrapped yourself tightly with the blanket.

“Please, tell me what happened.” The black haired was still crouching, staring at your face with an apologetic look. “I saw it, on your neck, it has something to do with a mer.”

Out of all people, why was it Shinso, why did he have to find you? It was humiliating enough to think about your mistakes on your own, to spiral down into overthinking while laying on the cold sand and panting trying to catch your breath. Now it was a whole new level of mortifying.

Shinso knew a lot about mers, giving his faculty at the university the two of you met at. The guy, a genius to add, wanted to become a marine biologist with the speciality about mers. He just got information about a mer showing up on a wild beach and he found you, crying in the sand. You passed out in his arms as soon as you realised it was his face.

What was the worst in this situation is that he has the absolute right to be angry with you, to scold you, to tell you just how stupid you are. You met a mer and instead of calling the person who knew everything about them and who wished about meeting a wild one in real life, you kept it to yourself. You went too far, not knowing when to quit with your curiosity and now you ended up injured, disorientated and defeated. How could you tell him all that?

“Listen, things happen.” He tried to reach for your hand but it was safely wrapped in layers of blanket that you didn’t wish to get out of anywhere. “Just please tell me what happened. Just think how would you feel if you found me like that. Wouldn’t you want to know…”

“I went too far with him!” You finally snapped under his pressure and the odd feeling weightening down your shoulders. 

“Went too far with who?’’

“The mer.”

Shinso blinked at you a few times. He knew there was a mer involved. Why else would you be lying on the beach in the middle of the night with a bite mark that only looked like mer’s teeth? It was that wound that worried him the most. The man actually had a theory on what could have led to this situation but he’d rather hear it from you than jump to conclusions.

“What happened with the mer?”

“I don’t know Shinso, I don’t know anything about them!” You whispered feeling small and stupid.

“Please, I know you must feel awful now but… it’s just important, really important, also for me. Something happened and I can help you. I don’t want to leave you like that.”

God, good that you have friends like that or you would be dehydrating on that beach till now, crying your eyes out.

“Just, just promise you won’t tell me shit.” You mumbled and he nodded his head sitting between the table and the couch. His form was squeezed tightly beneath you, all ears at whatever you had to throw out of yourself.

“How could you know, really, don’t shame yourself like that.” After listening quietly to your story, Shinso answered. “Anyone would be interested, heck, people try to pet tigers in the jungle.”

“No they don’t, petting a tiger is stupid.”

“Yes, they do. Listen. I know it’s hard right now but there’s something you need to know.” Shino sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This may not be the perfect time to tell you this but the matter is rather… important.” You were looking at him patiently, ready for whatever he was about to say, silently hoping it was not something you’ve done wrong. “What happened between you and that mer was very different depending on the side. You, as I assume, took it as something fun and interesting but him… from what you say, eh, it looked like a typical example of… courting.”

“What?” You spat out. He sure has some nerves to joke around right now. You do look and feel slightly better than the moment he bringed you from the beach but you’re still shaken.

“Courting. It's a mers’ custom where two mers interested in each other act in a specific way, it may have various stages and different parts but the idea is the same.”

Saying that you were shocked would be a lie. Deep down you had the feeling something was going on between you and the blonde, you just kept ignoring it. Until now the thought was buried deep down your skull, safe and secure, ignored all the way. But when Shinso stated it matter-of-factly like that it couldn’t be pushed to the side anymore.

“I-I kinda felt like it but I thought I was just imagining things.” You mumbled avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t worry. That’s such a weird thing that I understand you could mistake it. Still, we do have a problem.” The man reached for your hair, pushing it to the side and exposing the reddened skin of your neck. The bruise started to change colour slightly, taking in a purple tune around the bites.

“This is a mating sign. With that, he gave himself to you.”

“Wha…”

“Okay, I know you’re scared but…” Shinso sighed. “Mers mate for life. A partner once marked.” He pointed to your bite. “Is considered taken forever. Their smells blend, their bodies react to each other. All sorts of complex things happen but what’s important now is that he bit you. He considers you his mate. That will never change. Even if you’ll never want to see him again it happened. And he will never find a different person… a different love in his life. I know it’s a lot to ask of you but… we need to go back there.”

You felt like throwing up.

“Imagine. He pretty much just confessed to you, no it’s more, he just gave everything he has to you and you… run away.”

PART SIX | PART EIGHT (upcoming)

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[i was re-reading @habken's incredible scammers to lovers au and wrote this short fic. I really love their work and couldn't help myself lmaoo. anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!]

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“Hi! Can I help you with- oh,” says the angel from the IT department, spinny chair swiveling to a stop. “It’s you again.”

The first week Katsuki had come in, Deku had been relatively understanding and chipper- bright and sunny and shit. More personal than the strained smile and forced cheer that most customer service workers spoke with- of course I’ll fix your laptop, no problem, just leave it to me. 

Now, about three weeks later he looks at Katsuki like he’s just bitten into a lemon. As in, like Katsuki had come into the IT department, looked Deku in the eye, bit into a lemon, and then made a puckered up face and writhed in discomfort and then showed up with another lemon the next day, rinse and repeat for nearly a month. A complicated mix of intrigue and confusion and mild horror at this endless display of masochism.

Which is fair; there really is no other way to look at a top ten Pro Hero who repeatedly comes in to have his laptop fixed and won’t admit under penalty of death that it was because he clicked a pop-up in hopes of having a proper conversation with a dreamy IT guy. Not that Dreamy IT guy in question knows about all of that, but whatever. If Katsuki was in Deku’s position, he would also be worried about the fact that the safety and integrity of the public was left in the hands of guys who can’t stop getting scammed by obvious pop-up ads. 

“Your laptop’s broken again?” Deku says incredulously, as if reading Katsuki’s mind. His voice is really nice, even when he sounds confused as shit. Smooth and soft like- like a satin pillowcase. Or something. Whatever. It’s not like they pay him to be good with words. 

Then again, it’s not like they pay him to (unsuccessfully) flirt with the guy he’s normally supposed to see once a month max, but here he was. 

“Yeah,” says Katsuki, like he said two days ago, and then three days before that, and for the past month. It’s easier to say than I got a pop-up ad for a BL manga and I am ninety percent sure the twink on the cover was just a recolor of Sasuke Uchiha and I clicked it because I’m a fucking dumbass and I needed an excuse to keep coming in here and gazing into your dreamy-ass eyes. If you even care. 

He’s surprised Deku’s even asking. He’s been consistently coming in here for exactly the same reason: his laptop ‘mysteriously’ got a virus and now he needs it fixed. He’ll be back to pick it up soon, no, he’s not getting a new laptop, no, he’s not sure what happened, no, he’s not going to install some fancy-ass ad-blocker because he doesn’t want to (and it would get rid of his excuse), and Deku’s never asked this but yes, he would love to go get dinner sometime, he’s free today and tomorrow and the day after that and the rest of his life, forever, actually- 

“...Did you,” Deku begins, like he’s searching for the right words. “Uh. Do you have any idea what could have happened? Any idea at all?” 

I gazed into the dead-eyed stare of poorly-recolored Sasuke’s green eyes and thought of you because your eyes are also green, and less unnerving to look at, and the more I thought about that the more my mouse moved away from the ‘x’ button and the next thing I know, I have a virus and my desire to carnally hold your hand has overpowered any other logical thought. That’s what happened. 

“No,” Katsuki says belatedly. “Fuck. Look, can you fix it or not?” 

“Of course,” says Deku. He’s still got that little furrow in his brow. Katsuki wants to bite at it like taffy- which, is a weird fucking thing to think, scratch that- “Just- give it over, and I’ll be sure to have it ready for you in a little while.”

“Cool.” He holds out his laptop. It’s reminiscent of when he was four and showing off the cool rhinoceros beetle he caught to his mom. He’s internally beaming with pride at his success so far, and Deku’s got that same baffled, borderline horrified expression that his mom did. 

Although, that particular interaction ended with the thing flying out of his hands and into his mom’s cardigan and with him getting yelled at, so, maybe it’s not the ideal scenario to compare this to.

 But this encounter will end differently. He’s got a grip on the rhinoceros beetle, now. He just has to play his cards right. 

“So,” he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks so Deku won’t see how fucking sweaty they are. “You’ll have it ready by lunch tomorrow?” 

Deku takes the laptop and tilts his head. “Uh. Yeah, I will. In fact, I can get it to you earlier than that-”

“I’ll be busy for the rest of the day,” Katsuki lies. All his incident reports are done, and he’s got the night shift on patrol tomorrow. “You’re done by 2 tomorrow, right?”

“...Yes?”

“Great. Look, I have to stop at that fucking- crepe place, down the street, right,” he says, praying to every God there is that he looks cool and casual and not like a ‘Deranged Goblin Man’, as the Hero Times described him a few months ago. “So. When you get off work you should meet me there. At the crepe place. Tomorrow. At two pm.”

He doesn’t know what’s worse- the fact that he’s really doing this, being reduced to the same sort of emotional sap he would have made fun of only five years ago; or the fact that Present Mic’s lessons on subtlety and hidden meanings in text were actually good for something. 

Look at him, effortlessly weaving together words to create sentences with underlying motives. He’s like a modern-day Shakespeare. He’s golden. He’s killing it. Bakugou Katsuki, master of words. He’s on cloud-fucking-nine. He’s-

…aaaaand Deku isn’t responding. 

Deku blinks. He opens his mouth. Closes it. He sets the laptop down, staring up at Katsuki intently, and Katsuki starts to sweat. 

You are Bakugou Katsuki, he reminds himself. You might be down bad, but you’re not weak. It will not kill you if he rejects you. Well, it’ll kill you a little. But not that much. 

“At the crepe pla- to give you the laptop, right?” says Deku slowly. His face is turning bright red. Katsuki goes a little weak in the knees. 

“Sure, yeah,” Katsuki says half-heartedly. “Look, if you want, I could. I dunno. Fucking- buy you a crepe or something. As payment.” 

He’s so smooth. Eat your fucking heart out, Dunce Face. ‘Zero game’, his ass. 

“Sure,” Deku says, scratching the back of his neck, smile just a tad bit shy. His face is still mildly flushed. Katsuki swoons (and does his best to not let it show on his face). “I- uh. I’d like that. I guess.” 

“Cool,” says Katsuki. “Cool. Great. Okay, bye. Be there or else. Bye. See you.”

He turns on his heel and power walks out of the room, not once looking back, even when Pigtails nearly crashes into him or when Deku makes a noise suspiciously like he’s slamming his head against the desk. He walks out of the room, into the hallway, back to his own office.

The door slams shut behind him. He takes a deep breath. Squeezes his eyes shut. A breathlessly excited grin forces his way onto his face, and he pumps his fists, victorious. 

He's got a date.