Me?? Depends On What Or How Much I Drink Im Definitely One To Be A Tad Bit More Loud And Talkative (i

me?? depends on what or how much i drink im definitely one to be a tad bit more loud and talkative (i already am really talkative lmao…) but i can also be really drowsy lol

I think we would have fun 🥲

If you tell me an embarrassing drunk story I will tell you one too

Also actually any of my followers if you see this drop an embarrassing drunk story in my askbox because God knows I have a lot

Ms Ma'am I've buckled in and have my tissues ready for that part 2

(i don't think that's gonna make it hurt any less lol)

Yall I'm now scared I over exaggerated and its not as sad bcs I think I'm just building the expectations really high AHSJAJSJ

People who choose pancakes over waffles are either >90; can't eat waffles, and can't admit they'd rather eat those crispy waffles than pancakes that feel like soggy fries, or are just dumb.

people who choose pancakes over waffles r people who shouldn’t be trusted

Let me reblog this to distract yall from that last post.

Suna calls you ugly.

Lovingly.

"Hey, ugly." He always greets you with a teasing smile; kisses the fake pout off of your lips at his choice of words. You try to suppress your smile when you feel his smile against your lips.

He calls you baby when he's frustrated, darling when you fight, love when you're sad, babe when he's teasing.

His camera roll is full of pictures of you doing random things. You say they're ugly; delete them, rin! He agrees; they are ugly, he tells you with the smallest, lovesick smile on his lips as he looks at the picture.

"Hey, asshole."

He gives you an airy chuckle, placing his backpack on the ground. "I come bearing gifts."

"Snacks?" You ask; he watches with amusement at how your eyes sparkle. "Yes, ugly, snacks." Suna rolls his eyes, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "You don't get this excited when you see me."

"Shut up and give them to me already." You try to wiggle out of his hold, but his arm closes around you tight before you can. Suna pulls you back to his chest, pressing you to himself as hard as he can. You can feel his laughter in his chest as you shout for your life. You can hear his heartbeat doubling against your ear.

Whenever he sees you getting ready for a date or coffee plans with friends, "you look ugly." is the first thing he would say. But the words come out of his lips a smitten smile, pinching your nose, his hand squeezing yours affectionately as he says it.

He sends you fish memes, "Look, it's you." He captions it. You tell him to fuck off, knowing he's smiling widely on the other side of the screen.

And when he's away for volleyball tournaments, Suna always sounds down on the phones. You know he gets tired easily, you know he finds solace in your voice, but it's because of the time difference he doesn't let you talk with him often. "Good night, ugly." He says before hanging up. It sounds more like an I miss you.

He knows you understand that he doesn't mean it. He knows you know it's just him telling you, "You look pretty."

"I'm really grateful you're with me."

"You're the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me."

Everyone has different ways of saying things, showing feelings, and for someone not used to showing affection, this is Suna's way of saying, "I'm in love with you."

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

I know I have to write rn but catch me watching devil wears Prada instead

i see we are making drunk confessions are we? well i’m definitely the bold flirty one who regrets EVERYTHING they did the next morning. all of a sudden i’m not longer ‘contained’ very talkative, and very horny lmfao.

HAHAHAHAHA I KNOW YOUR TYPE OF DRUNK AND I LOVE IT

just seeing yall do shit you'll regret is funny enough but your reaction next morning is priceless when you look like you're on the verge of tears and committing arson