Okay my lovelies AkaYona 145 will have to go up tonight. I know I’m already a day late, but yesterday my raw provider and I had to go to work so we couldn’t get down to it. I sat down to translate it during my afternoon break, but this chapter has A LOT of text and it’s taken me two hours just to translate half of it (just as reference, a normal 30 page AkaYona chapter takes me roughly 2 ½ hours). The second half of my shift begins now, so I’ll get back on it later.
I’m home from training!!!! (Five hours later) I’m only half-finished with my training ugh. I have to go back in at nine tomorrow morning to finish. Hopefully it won’t take as long. (My register training was three hours long lmao kill me)
Personal headcanon Derek Hale uses an almond milk and honey blend moisturiser for his hands because the lady in the mall told him it was “guaranteed to make you feel special”.
Derek felt guilty buying it. He has no right to own something this nice but he uses it anyway. He loves the way it makes his skin feel; how soft his hands are with it and the wonderful, heavenly smell it gives off.
He never wears it around the pack but it’s just his luck the one day he decides to go all out and pamper himself with it - lotioning himself up from head to toe - Stiles is practically breaking down his door, insisting he’s had “the biggest breakthrough you’ve ever seen, Derek” on the current Selkie case.
Derek is just thankful Stiles has a human nose when he’s forced to let him in but that doesn’t mean Stiles isn’t going to notice: this is Stiles, after all. He doesn’t need a werewolf nose to be the most observant one in the room. Derek thinks about jumping in the shower and scrubbing away as much of the moisturiser he can but he feels so good and it isn’t fair he has to wash off his special treat just because Stiles chose to show up uninvited at nine in the freakin’ morning.
So he braves it. Meets Stiles at the door and glares the moment Stiles opens his mouth to make a comment. Derek’s aware he’s blushing and he crosses his arms, scowling. So what? he wants to say, but the guilt is eating him alive, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to hear Stiles ask why Derek is having a spa day. He doesn’t want to hear a goddamn thing.
Derek is certain Stiles spends the entire two hours he’s at the loft holding back joke after joke - Derek is surprised he manages to hold back any comment that pops into his ridiculous head at all - but as he goes to leave, Stiles only looks at him, a determined look in his eyes as he says, “you deserve good things, you know.”
Derek spends an entire week not knowing what to do with that.
It all comes to a head when he opens his bedroom door the following Saturday, only to see a gift basket at his feet. At first, Derek goes on high alert. Someone broke into his home and he didn’t notice. Is he sick? It’s only when he sees the card, clearly in Stiles’ hand writing, that he relaxes (pointedly ignoring the fact the only reason Stiles could have managed to break in without waking Derek up is because Derek, and every one of his heightened senses, trusts him completely. The thought is utterly terrifying.)
Derek, the card reads, I thought you might like these. Your friendly neighbourhood skin-care hero, Stiles.
Derek begins to roll his eyes but there is no one around, so he smiles instead. Inside the basket are five different scented body butters. One is labelled ‘milkshake’ which makes Derek shake his head and grin further because of course Stiles picked up a body butter called ‘milkshake’. Derek is just surprised he didn’t manage to find one that smelled of curly fries too. Placing all the items carefully in his bathroom cabinet, he reads the card once more and stashes the basket under his bed, leaving the card inside.
Four days later, he calls Stiles up and asks him if he wants to come over and watch a movie. The Selkie problem has officially been dealt with and Derek can’t deny he wants to see Stiles. He always wants to see Stiles (and isn’t that thought even more terrifying than the last one).
It takes Sties exactly six minutes to notice which scent Derek is wearing - the milkshake one (which Derek will admit to himself he did on purpose) - and if Stiles spends the whole movie with his face pressed to Derek’s neck because “milkshakes are my weakness, dude, you can’t judge me!” Derek is definitely not going to complain. Especially when Stiles takes his hand half an hour later and blames it on the fact it would be “a crime not to hold someone’s hand when it’s this soft!”
When the credits begin to roll, his stomach churning, Derek turns to face Stiles and plans to prove just how soft his hands can be, gently placing them on each side of Stiles’ face.
“Derek, what are you-” Stiles begins to ask, just as Derek slowly leans in to him.
“I’m about to kiss the guy of my fucking dreams,” he says, a little too honestly. He raises an eyebrow. “Problem?”
Stiles grins. “None whatsoever,” he whispers, shaking his head and laughing nervously - it’s adorable - as Derek closes the remaining space between them.
hello everyone! i have decided to write this masterpost because this topic has always been quite important
to me: especially now in the summertime, i find myself packed in books i have to read for school and/or that i want to read for personal culture, but the time, as usual, seems to be never enough. Driven by the need of having social life, getting enough sleep, studying for next year’s school lectures and also read everything i want (and have to), i have managed to develop this method that allows me to do all my duties and still have enough time to read four books during a day. so here’s some steps that will defenitely help you find your time to read!
1. Try to wake up early. Maybe this wasn’t what you wanted to hear but it is fundamental if you want to have more time. If you are not a morning person, i suggest downloading the app alarmy (android download // apple download). I have been using it for ages and it really works for me - you simply take a pic of something before you go to sleep (for example i took a pic of the bathroom sink) and in the morning the alarm won’t go off unless you take the exact same pic, so that you are literally forced to get up. (I have a few methods to wake myself up in th morning, if you’re interested I’ll make a masterpost about this!)
2. Read as first thing in the morning This is actually quite interesting. Reading as first thing in the morning is incredibly beneficiant since it actually activates the brain cells and it makes you feel more awaken and productive since the very beginning of the day, expecially if you read something you deeply enjoy. I love waking up, washing my face and going back to bed to read half an hour or so The Art of Being Happy by Shopenhauer while i drink a glass of iced water. I truly reccomend you to try this because it really sets the tone of your day.
3. Read in between your study sessions. If you follow the pomodoro method you should be a step ahead in this point but even if you don’t, every day is the right day to start something new! The pomodoro method is basically a method in which you study for 25 minutes and then take a 5 minutes break. I have modified this method to make it more suitable for my needs, and so i usually study for 35 mins and then i have an 10 minutes break; during this break i manage to read some pages, and it motivates me both to work harder during the session and to remain focused!
4. Read half an hour before lunch and dinner and half an hour later. it seems pretty dumb but it is not: before and after a meal are possibly the times in our day where we are most likely to be distracted by hunger or by lazyness; so instead of forcing ourselves on doing work that wont’t be productive, a better option would be to just stop and relax our minds by reading. By doing this, we will gain two hours out of our busy day to read without wasting any study time.
5. Listen to audiobooks!!!! I literally cannot stress enough how convenient audiobooks are. You can do anything else but still be reading! Another way to take advantage of audiobooks is by having the book under the eyes and just listen to the audiobook and follow in the book. This lowers by so freaking much the chances of get distracted, and it will make the reading more fluid and, for some, interesting (Luckily, youtube is full of free audiobooks of almost any classic book you want to read so you won’t have to pay for audiobooks)
so, to conlude this masterpost, let’s do the math: We have 24 hours. Lets say we wake up at 6.30. We will read an hour and then we will start our day. We accomplish from 8 to 11 am 3 pomodoro study sessions with 24 mins of reading. Then we have half an hour before and half an hour after lunch. We manage to make 5 sessions form 2 to 7 pm, with 40 mins of reading. Another half an hour before dinner and half an hour after. If i’m not wrong, we managed to read about 4 hours before evening, without stealing any time to the study and having the whole night ahead to go to sleep early, have social life or, most likely, continue to reading for another couple of hours
If you have read all the way to here, i am so thankful for your existence and for your patience, I truly do hope this masterpost will help you!!! If you have any suggestions or question or anything feel completely free to message me ≧◡≦
Request: hey could you do one with peter, where the reader is studying and, he just wants to hangout with her so he gets whiny and so the reader says “let me finish and we can make out for much long as you like” and then they do. Lots of fluff please :)
A/N: I think I have a problem where because my favourite thing is friends who eventually get together, I never write an “hey we’re already dating" type fic, and this would totally be a prefect one of those but LOL IMA NOT DO THAT STILL. Yikes, sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for. Lol I’m also gonna do a smutty Part 2.
“And students, please remember that your midterm will be in exactly two days starting precisely when the bell rings, so do not be late,” your teacher said.
Peter leaned over next to you, “Are we studying tonight?”
“I can’t, but how about tomorrow night?” You whispered, trying to make sure the teacher doesn’t hear you.
“What? Got a hot date tonight or something? Too good to see me?” Peter joked.
“If you count a hot date as studying for my French midterm tomorrow, then yes,”
“Y/L/N, Mr Parker, do you have something to share with the class?” Your teacher called back at you.
“Actually, I was wondering if you could go over the different types of reactions one more time, I was struggling with memorizing them and I was just asking Peter for help, but it would be great if you could go over them,” you lied.
Your teacher eyed the two of you before turning around to the chalk board and began writing out different reactions.
“Nice save,” Peter whispered.
“Well one of us had to say something, and since you can’t lie for your life, that duty falls on me,“
“I can so lie,”
“Sure Peter, and I have a pet unicorn,”
“We go over this all the time, you can’t lie, and that’s exactly why you need me as a best friend,”
“What about Ned?” Peter asked.
“He needs me for the same reason too,”
T-40 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
Peter: Hey Y/N
Y/N: How may I be of service
Peter: Can you paint me like one of your French girls?
Y/N: Peter, why can’t you just let me study?
Peter: Because i’m bored
Y/N: Go bother Ned, i’m busy.
Peter: He has a midterm tomorrow too, he won’t answer my texts.
Y/N: Well how about this, you let me study now and I will entertain you tomorrow after we study ;)
Peter: ugh fine
Peter: But what’s with the winky face?
T-39 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
Peter: I’m still curious about the winky face
Y/N: How’s this Parker, you leave me alone tomorrow and I’ll go down on you when we finish studying
Peter didn’t respond for a while
Y/N: Peter did you die?
Peter: You aren’t serious
Y/N: Dead serious.
Y/N: I’ll see you tomorrow ;)
T-24 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
You were sitting in chemistry, barely listening to your teacher ramble on about the different formulas you will need to know for tomorrow when Peter elbowed you to get your attention.
“Are you ready for your French exam?” He whispered.
“No! I’m so nervous. I can read it really well and understand it when someone speaks to me, but I have to write the entire exam in French and I don’t know if i’ll actually do well,”
“Y/N, you doodle in French for gods sake, I think you’ll be fine,”
“I know, i’m just nervous,”
“Listen to me, you’re going to do extremely well, as always. You’ve been taking French for years, you’ve got this in the bag,”
“Mr Parker! Something you would like to share with the rest of us?” the teacher interrupted.
Peter froze, he began stammering out a few words in response to the teacher when you cut in, “Sorry Ms, I was quizzing Peter on elements and their correlating atomic number. We didn’t mean to speak that loud,”
“Studying is for your free time, M®(s) Y/L/N, not class time. Please pay attention and study some other time,”
“Of course Ms. Our apologizes,”
The teacher turned back to the board and continued talking about what she had previously written.
“You need to quit talking so loud. There are only so many lies I can tell,”
T-21 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
At lunch you ran into the car and joined Peter and Ned at your lunch table.
“So?” Peter said
“How did you do?” Peter added.
“Fabulously! I know I did well. I’m about 95% sure I got an A on the exam. I’m so proud of myself. I actually understood what I was reading and what I wrote. I’m feeling really confident about it,”
“That’s awesome Y/N! I told you you’d do great. I’m proud of you,” Peter said.
“Let’s just wait and see how well I do on the chemistry midterm, and then you can decide whether you’re proud of me or not,”
“We’re still on for our study date tonight, right?“ Peter asked.
Ned looked up from his notes where he was studying for his exam in the afternoon.
“Wait, you two are going on a date? Finally. Took you two long enough. You can cut the sexual tension In here with a knife,”
“What?” You choked out
“We-we’re not going on a date. We said study date, Ned,” Peter said.
“I’m going to Peter’s tonight so we can study for our chemistry exam tomorrow,”
“Ha, I get it, you guys are studying YOUR chemistry. Have fun kids, use a condom,” Ned said, standing up and beginning to collect his things, “Well i’m going to the library where there’s less tension floating through the air. Enjoy ‘studying’ tonight guys,”
You and Peter sat silently and waited Ned walk away.
Neither of you were really sure of what to say.
“So do you want to just walk to my place after school together then?” Peter said, eventually breaking the silence.
“Yep!” You agreed.
T-16 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
It was 4pm by the time you and Peter actually began studying, you were lying on his floor with your textbook and notes open around you while Peter was sitting at his desk.
You spent some time quizzing each other and going over notes before Peter began getting bored. This was once of his best subjects so he really didn’t need to study as hard as you did for this class.
T-13 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTEM CHEM EXAM
You had been studying for three hours and Peter had started whining approximately two hours previous.
You were still on Peter’s floor surrounded by your study notes. Peter had moved to his bed and was lying down.
“Y/N,“ He whined.
“Yes, dear,” you said, not taking your attention away from what you were reading.
“How much longer do we have to study? i’m booooorrreeeddd. We already know all of this,”
“You already know all of this,” you corrected him.
“But Y/N, you know it toooooo,”
“Peter, hon, if you don’t shut up, or just help me study I might lose my mind,”
“You’ll have to make me stop talking,”
“Okay Peter, how’s this? Let me study now, and later we can make out for as long as you’d like, and maybe I’ll even go down on you,”
Peter sat up, “Wh-what?”
“I feel like at this point, my lips on yours is one sure way that you won’t be talking,”
“I-i- are you serious?” He questioned.
“Dead serious Parker, give me half an hour to review the rest of my notes and you can have your tongue down my throat for as long as you’d like,”
Peter’s eyes widened, and he shut up. You didn’t hear a peep out of him for the next half hour.
T-12 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM
When you were finally done reviewing your notes, you put them back into your folder and stood up.
Peter sat on his bed, watching you.
“Were you really serious before, or were you just trying to get me to shut up?” Peter asked.
A/N: Celebrating Shawn’s birthday. Feedback is always lovely.
Word count: 4,518
Shawn and I had been living together for a little over four months now. Since Shawn agreed to letting me crash for a week while looking for something new after being kicked out of my dorm, things we didn’t count on happened between us and suddenly, we were practically roommates and enjoyed each other’s company for hours a day.
Grog and Keyleth take a moment to unwind, and Keyleth learns some new tricks.
There’s something electric about running like this. The four-part rhythm of her paws against the packed earth, the wind through the ruff of her collar––it’s like racing the storm front, like skimming the waves as though outrunning the ocean itself. She exists somewhere outside her body when she runs like this, sheds the weight of her crown and her office and her future and herself until all that’s left is the pounding of her feet and the rush of the wind, carrying her along, weightless.
What she’s trying to say is that it’s pretty fucking great.
She skids to a stop miles from anywhere, sides heaving as she catches her breath, and moments later Grog appears through the tall grass, footfalls like thunder. He doesn’t slow, just grins wide and wild and chargers her with a roar, and she braces herself, and they go over in a whirlwind of bared teeth and tangled limbs. Back and forth they wrestle among the tall grasses until Keyleth pins him down, teeth at his throat, and he yields with a laugh. Only then does she roll off him and shiver back into her own skin, sprawled flat on her back and laughing loud enough to fill the empty sky far, far above. Grog sits up, legs splayed in front of him and grins, breathing heavy.
Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment.
A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.
dad!harry + teacher!harry
warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.
word count: 3,648
summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love
Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.
Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.
Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.
One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.
Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.
He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.
Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.
Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.
The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.
He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.
A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.
“What is it?” he says.
“Andrew? You good?”
He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”
I love to imagine the Shards’ participation in the creation or discovery of ‘humanity’ on their worlds, because really, some of these local versions of humans are so far removed from Yolen’s original ‘humans’…
Devotion and Dominion: well,
we’ve created nice, normal humans here for the most part, but what about the
ones too packed with Investiture to stay that way?
Devotion and Dominion: …
[look at each other]
Ruin: okay, good, we’ve
pretty much replicated humans right (I think) with the addition of some cool
new metal powers. we contributed equally. right? right. and I get to kill
them all later
Preservation: [looks up
from imbuing humans with some of his own self]
Endowment: huh, there’s already people here? imma pick the
ones I like and make them SUPER TALL and SMOKIN’ HOT
Honor: dear. dear, can we
please try to make normal humans
Cultivation: NO NO NO okay
look at this if we cross this strain
with the natives then they get STONE FINGERNAILS. LITERAL STONE.
Cultivation: and if we
incorporate this version then instead of stone nails you get hair and skin that’s
metallic gold HOW COOL IS THAT
Cultivation: AND THESE ONES
GET SHELL-CRUNCHING MOLAR PLATES AND SUPER JAW STRENGTH
Cultivation: and they’re
all gonna display hair colour inheritance by PERCENTAGE
Cultivation: and that’s not
even getting to the Invested ones
Summary: You don’t think your soulmark will complete itself on the same day that it comes to be on your skin, yet it happens - and who’s on the other end, a matching tattoo adorned on their skin? Only Kim Minseok, a man who could not be any more different to you. Scenario: soulmate!AU Word Count: 6,584
Tom Holland x Reader: Smut...Inspired by Tom’s new haircut.
Hi. Yes, I love Tom’s hair. This inspired me. Dedicated to @sarsmusings and @tomsh0lland because I love you both. I don’t have an editor. All mistakes are mine. xoxoxoxox
When Tom finally posted the picture of his new hair, you were beyond thrilled. He had you thinking the worst, but really it was incredibly…sexy. They weren’t his curls, but this new hair…it was driving you crazy. Also, the picture he posted showed just how hard he’s been working in the gym. You let out a frustrated groan.
There’s no way you are going to make it through the weekend without seeing his hair in person. You about Harrison a quick text, letting him know you’ll be surprising Tom with an impromptu visit to Montreal. He agrees to pick you up from the airport, and you quickly start packing.
As soon as you land Tom texts you a goofy selfie. I miss you. He added with the picture. You can’t wait to see his shocked face when you surprise him. When you get back to Tom’s hotel he’s not there, which fits into your perfectly. Quickly, you undress from your travel clothes and slip into Tom’s bed. Hopefully, he won’t be gone too long.
About a half hour passes before hear him outside. “Where are you going?” he asks Harrison. “Okay, well I’ll meet up with you later. I just need to shower.”
Anon Asked: Hi hi can I get a fluff reaction where bts member accidentally imply marriage to s/o then gets embarrassed about it? Like says something like “at our wedding” or “when we get married”
Hope you like it! - Admin Chimin
Namjoon: It was around midnight and you couldn’t go to sleep, luckily for you Namjoon was there to make everything better. You two started talking about the future you both had in mind and something slipped up…
“I want a small wedding, only with the boys of course, your friends, my parents and your parents” he smiled sweetly at you.
Your eyes went wide, of course you were excited that he plans to marry you. But for some reason I don’t think he knows what he said.
“You want to marry me?” you blink, sitting up.
“Of course I want to marry you! You’re my girl after all”
Seokjin: You were out on a walk with your boyfriend, the leash in his leading to the small pug huffing and puffing along Han river. “This is where I want to get married, I wonder how many people we can fit here..” that simple sentence stopped your heart. You two both stopped walking, he turned to you looking like he was gonna throw up.
“I-I-I didn’t mean it like that”
“Of course I’ll marry you” you whispered and grabbed his hand to keep walking.
Yoongi: You and Yoongi were playing with Holly whilst the rest of the boys went out to eat. You were playing tug of war with her as Yoongi admired you from his seat on the couch.
“I’ve decided that when we get married, I only want small dogs so our children won’t be in fear” he laughed to himself.
You stopped tugging at the rope and stared at him, only blinking twice. He looked up at you, questioning why you were looking at him
“What did I say?”
“You’re already planning our wedding?”
His eyes went wide, Did he really just say his thoughts out loud?
“N-No Well I was…Just saying”
Hoseok: “You know Jagiya when we get married, we’re gonna have a big wedding” this would come out of his mouth once a week. It would be so neutral to him because he believed that you really were the one.
Jimin: You were getting ice cream with him at a convenience store on a hot summers day, you didn’t know if he meant it or if it was due to dehydration.
“Lets have an ice cream cake on our wedding day” His eyes went wide as you two both walked out of the store.
“Deal” he smiled at your answer and kissed your forehead.
“Jimin its too hot”
Taehyung: You were at your friends talking and gossiping, having a good time. You opened snapchat to see a video from Yoongi. Curiously opening the snap you find the camera pointed at Taehyung who looked half asleep.
“Tae, what did you just say?” You heard Yoongi laugh while the other boys laughed as well.
“I said I’ll beat your ass” Tae mumbled causing you to laugh.
“No the other thing, about a wedding” your heart stopped at the mention of a wedding.
“I said I wanna get married at sunset” he mumbled again.
“Why?” you heard Jungkook laugh, asking him.
“Because Y/n looks really good in that light”
Lets just say a couple hours later he was more then embarrassed but he kept denying the fact that he actually said that.
“I did not say that!”
Jungkook: This boy would reveal his secret wedding planning to you when he was black out drunk when you two decided it was a brilliant idea for you to go to a club.
“Y/n, hear me out. Listen, I want these drinks at our wedding”
The next morning you remembered perfectly but he didn’t.
“Y/n stop talking about drinks” you were teasing him about how much he drank the previous night.