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sonny jeong as penned & detested by ari for @go-cavaliershq

[behavingbadly]

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behavingbadly is a study on the weight of love, perpetual longing that is never quite fulfilled, impulsiveness and poorly thought out plans masked through adventurism, the secret aching feeling of never being good enough, going too fast then burning out too quick, loud music to drown it all out and constant, smudged black eyeliner to mask tired eyes, taking shape in the form of sonny jeong. a dependent blog for @go-cavaliershq please do not interact if you are not part of the rp.

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[teleleonela]

[conorxatwood]

Laughing, Conor said, “But it’s still black, Sonny. Black conducts heat.” He didn’t say this like he was lecturing the man, Conor was smiling, laughing a little too. “You could have a giant parasol and still be hot, though I guess maybe a bit less than you are now,” he added. At Sonny’s words, Conor rolled his eyes playfully, moving a bit to block as much of the sun as he could. “How’s this?” he asked, grinning at his friend. Sonny was definitely an interesting guy; you could never say he was boring. Conor wondered if Sonny knew how funny he was too. Laughing at the man’s comment, Conor replied, “Yeah, let’s not get kicked off the beach and just stick with swimsuits.” There were some people who might like to see Sonny in his wet briefs (and if he were being honest, Conor himself wouldn’t be against it), but not everyone would, and Conor liked this beach. “Let’s try my swimsuit.”

After Conor had retrieved his swimsuits from his car, he went back to Sonny, handing him the new one. “This one has a drawstring, so we should be able to make it work.” It was a colorful one with a loud pattern of blue, purple, and green, and Conor looked at it now, saying, “This felt less…like, in your face when I saw it at the store.” Maybe he’d let Sonny keep it if he liked it. “I’m sure we could find a slushie piña colada,” Conor agreed. “That does sound good except for the inevitable brain freeze.”

[behavingbadly]

sonny lets out a playful, exaggerated groan at his words. "blah blah blah." he replies at conor's very true statement, sounding a lot more like his annoying little brother rather than his friend and coworker, but really, this was just how sonny was. he messed around a lot, but it was never meant to be taken seriously. "you know, that, and one of those little spray bottles that's like, a fan and sprays water at the same time... what are those things called? i don't know, but one of those would totally hit the spot right now." he was a second away from taking off his shirt, but he would wait until they were fully on the beach to do that. "perfect! you're so tall. i think you should be in charge of shielding me from everything. why haven't we started doing this sooner?" he teased, playfully nudging him. he nods his head enthusiastically at him and gives him a soldier's salute. "yes sir." more ribbing from his end, but conor should be used to that by now. he watches him grab a swimsuit from inside his car.

the thing was colorful, not exactly sonny's style, but then again, it was a swimsuit. did it really matter much? not really, since the whole purpose of it was to get wet. still, he examines the thing like he's looking for a needle in a haystack. "i don't know man, i think my ass might not fit into these, but... i'll give it a try." he's joking, of course, but he does have a pretty detailed glute workout. still, he walks alongside him, thankful he was kind enough to loan him a swimsuit in the first place. "you're right, but that only happens when you drink it quickly, which i probably will. i think the brain freeze is worth it though, if i'm being honest."

[nat-choi]

"A spicy mojito, you say?" she pursed her lips into a smile and narrowed her eyes, imagining what such a drink might taste like. She'd never had one, never even heard of it. In life, you have to try everything, even new drink flavors. Hearing that her new friend had accepted her suggestion, she smiled broadly and clapped her hands. "In that case, I'll order a spicy mojito. It sounds interesting, and I hope it tastes the same." She winked at Sonny and rose from the bench, gesturing for him to do the same. "I heard there's a great bar near the beach, maybe you'd like to check out Sonny with an o, not a u?" She raised an eyebrow with a smile, placing her hands on her hips. "But don't be surprised if I call you Sunny someday with an u. And you can't beat me in singing, I can assure you."

[behavingbadly]

"yeah, they'll usually put a sliced jalapeño in there, and sometimes, they'll rim the glass with chamoy and tajin." he's smiling back at her, always finding smiles to be very contagious, but he's also a huge extrovert, so there's that. truthfully, a spicy mojito was a bit of an acquired taste, but he liked them and he hoped she would as well. he's actually a bit surprised she hasn't tried one. "it's definitely an unusual taste, but i like them! as long as you like spicy, you might enjoy it." he tags alongside her and walks at her pace, his eyes squinting a bit at the bright, glaring sun that seemed to mock and torture him with the clothes he was wearing. "look, i'm usually always down to get a drink, especially by the beach. that's what summer's all about!" at least it was to him, twenty five and immature as hell. sonny still doesn't know how he's made it this far in life, really. "you know, most people think that's how you spell my name, since it's pronounced the same and all. i usually just tell them to think of that one disney show demi lovato was on ages ago, sonny with a chance, and they'll either know what i mean exactly or have zero clue what i'm on about." sonny with a chance wasn't a show he ever watched, since he barely watched tv as a kid and even when he did, he preferred nickelodeon, but it felt like the best reference he could give. he bursts out laughing at the mention that she could beat him. "hey, i said i get invested, but that doesn't mean that i'm actually any good!" he was a lousy singer and he knew it.

[diamondkatz]

"You thought I meant Britney Spears?! Oh man, dude, you're so funny." Unable to help herself, she laughed around the filter on her joint, holding it out to him so he could partake more with her if he wanted to. "I was talking about Britney Beaver you fucking goober, what the fuck." She hadn't laughed like that in a long time, and it took a moment before she could stifle the giggles enough. "That fucking gossip bitch all up in all of our business our entire lives. The far less glamorous Britney to be fucking sure."

[behavingbadly]

who else would she be talking about? sonny raises a brow at her, clearly confused, but takes the joint and puffs on it, exhaling smoke through his nose. "ohhhhh... who the fuck is britney beaver though?" now he was even more confused, taking a final hit and handing her the joint back. at the very least, he made her laugh. sonny loved making people laugh, even if they were laughing at him. "ohhhh, her? this might sound wild, but i always thought she was 1007 tea or whatever the fuck. i mean, it makes sense she has a legit name though. i hope she doesn't come for me for not knowing that." he was never really fully caught up with gossip anyway. "this might be a hot take, but i think she's kind of iconic in a way. you know, as long as she isn't talking shit about me, all is good."

[covercdwithscars]

Landon really was that dork; the one that preferred a good murder mystery party to something wild and untamed, or would much rather be at the library on any given day instead of drinking at the bar. So he really didn't understand what it was that Sonny saw in him. Maybe it was just a natural curiosity of someone that was different from him. Maybe, if he got it out of his system and realized what a loser Landon really was, he'd move on. Which was probably a good thing; although, there was this weird, nagging ache within that hinted Landon didn't really want that. After all, he'd already missed his visits to the library. Maybe though, that was even more reason to stay away; because it was so easy to fold around him.

Well if nothing else, he seemed to make Sonny laugh; whether it was at him, or what he was saying might have still be debatable, but maybe he seemed like a little less of the asshole he'd met at the library. "Oh yeah, it's a terrible mix. Must be why I've never cracked a case. I think I might need a partner in crime that doesn't mind the blood. But I'm selfish and don't want to let them take the credit, so I keep trying to power through it. Maybe someday I won't want to vomit at the sight of blood." Now Landon was the one laughing, because honestly, he hadn't expected Sonny to actually entertain his yammering. Drunk or not. "Thank you. I really don't want to murder you, partly because of the blood. But also, your face is a little too pretty to sacrifice."

The alcohol definitely had Landon opening up more, being more vocal and sillier than usual. He would have been embarrassed, later on, when they were both sober, but he had a feeling Sonny might not remember too much of the discussion anyhow. He was far from a memorable person, although the way he was being stared at, almost made him feel otherwise. For a moment, he felt special. Landon hadn't realized it because he was in his own drunken haze, but he too was straight up ogling Sonny. His eyes searched his, which were intensely focused on his own. When he wasn't staring into those big brown, doe-like eyes he was lost in the sight of his plush lips. Seriously, they looked softer than the pillow he slept on at night. He wondered if they felt softer too.

Sonny's reassurance was sweet, especially considering he barely knew anything about him. However, that was probably why he felt that way. If he did, he might agree that Landon did deserve being called out for his excuse. Even if it was true. He was an asshole, and there was no excuse for how he'd blown Sonny off. Landon really had thought he was taking the better way out, by letting him down gently. He didn't deserve Sonny's pity or his niceness. Now that he had it, it only made him want to let him in, which was a scary thought that he had to push away. Maybe someday if they spent more time together and became friends, he could be honest and open with him about why he didn't do the relationship thing. Not now though. It was too raw, he was too vulnerable, and they were both quite wasted.

He wasn't sure anyone had ever called him beautiful in his life. Landon wasn't blind; he'd been told he was attractive, but he never thought much of it, truthfully. Maybe in high school, when looks seemed to be the most important thing about a person, but he'd long let that go. He was more humble than he came off - at least when it came to himself and his abilities. His character, his looks. For someone as gorgeous as Sonny to call him beautiful, it made him almost believe it. It brought a soft smile to his lips, and Landon's ocean orbs grew gentler as they gazed into heavy-lined dark brown. If anyone was beautiful, it was Sonny. His smile wavered though, and fell completely at talk of wanting something more. Landon understood; it wasn't like he'd never wanted that. He had, once upon a time. Maybe somewhere deep down, he still did, but it wasn't plausible. He knew it wouldn't last for him - he'd screw it up somehow - and when he lost the most special person to him, he wasn't sure he could survive that kind of heartbreak. Not again.

"You are beautiful. Probably the most beautiful guy I have ever seen." Despite the slur in his voice, he was being sincere. "And you deserve to find that. I'm sure you will. Anyone would be crazy not to want something more with you. Looks aside, you're funny and witty and obviously very loyal. I'm sure you'll meet the right person someday." The idea of losing out on someone like Sonny made Landon sad, but he deserved better. "There is nothing wrong with wanting that. I used to. I just don't see it happening for me anymore. It has nothing to do with you. It's just a me problem. And I don't want to lead you on like that. But if you're cool just spending time together, then I am too." Landon nodded, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment. "Yeah, some people are not meant for that happily ever after, but I don't think you are one of them."

The flush blossoming in Sonny's face and the tips of his ears was fucking adorable, and Landon had to force his hand from reaching over to feel the warmth. Instead his nails dug into the palms of his hands as he tried to control himself. It had been forever though since he'd allowed himself to connect with someone this way - let alone happened naturally. His lowered inhibitions from the alcohol weren't exactly helping either. "Only like two," Landon answered dryly, his lips curving into a beaming grin. "I write too, you know. Not that anyone ever sees it, but maybe someday. I'm not just feeding you lines though. Maybe it sounds like it - like, some kind of prince charming bullshit. But I mean it. You must know the kind of effect you have on someone, right?"

Their eyes kept shifting between each other and their lips, and although Landon specifically not only told himself, but Sonny as well, that he couldn't let anything happen, not a moment later was he kissing him. But holy fuck, did he taste good; the sweetness of the liquor and coffee mixed with the softness of his lips. Landon hummed as he melted beneath the press of lips, and of Sonny's soft touch traipsing over his cheek. He knew he was growing warmer with each sweep of tongue, and found himself chasing after Sonny's mouth even as he broke the kiss. Landon too laughed gently, it ghosting across kiss-swollen lips as his nose nudged Sonny's, breathing him in and sharing the space a little longer. "I guess I did. Must be weaker than I thought," Landon teased, his eyes slowly fluttering open to stare into Sonny's once more. He was a little embarrassed for folding so quickly, and although he should leave and turn down the offer - remind Sonny this can't happen, especially not again - Landon couldn't push himself to.

"Yes." He said immediately, softly, as he nodded. Landon leaned in once more, his mouth covering Sonny's a little hastily as he grabbed onto the lapels of his black jacket. "I guess one night of trouble wouldn't be so bad." He drew back, teeth teasingly nipping at Sonny's lower lip as he spoke. "Uber? Your place, or mine?"

[behavingbadly]

sonny was cracking up as he went on about being a super sleuth. his reaction could be blamed on the alcohol, but it was also because he found the comment about him being squeamish over blood kind of funny, considering what he did for work. he was used to seeing blood whenever he tattooed anyone, and while some people definitely bled more than others, it was something he saw on the daily. even the occasional piercing he did drew blood, so the knowledge that landon seems to be so iffy over something he sees on the daily and is, quite literally, wiping away from skin with a sanitized wipe or a plain paper towel, is a bit comical to him. obviously landon doesn’t know this. it actually occurred to him that landon doesn’t know what he does for a living, and while he’s tempted to talk about it with him, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment. sonny likes hearing him ramble, even if he isn’t fully aware of what he’s rambling about. it’s cute, and a nice change of pace compared to the conversations he usually partakes in.

he really wouldn’t mind listening to him go on and on about things he’s passionate about, even random fixations, things sonny has no familiarity with, if it meant seeing him smile. knowing what a romantic he is at his core, he’d probably take the time to google whatever it is he’s talking about to have knowledge on the topic the next time landon brings it up. however, knowing how things have gone down the first time, something tells sonny there won’t be a next time with them, like this is a one and done kind of deal, and as much as sonny doesn’t like it, he’s too clouded with want and desire to make any kind of protest. in fact, he can’t even believe landon is giving him the time of day right now. on one side, he wants to think it’s because he was just playing hard to get and has wanted to talk to him all along, but on the other side, the much more logical, realistic side of him, he knows it’s probably because he’s bored, drunk, and horny. in another universe, sonny would have the courage to get up and go anywhere else. in this universe, he’s too mesmerized to get up.

if anything, sonny more than entertains his antics. he smiles too much, stares for too long, and gets lost in his eyes. his big, idiotically beautiful ocean eyes that have had him in a chokehold since the first time they spoke. he doesn’t know what it is about this guy, why he can’t seem to find the courage to look away or stand his ground, but sonny swears, it’s like he’s putty in his hands. maybe his friends back in jeju island were right when they would jokingly tell him he’s pathetic and the textbook definition of a lover boy, despite not looking the role at all. there isn’t any other logical explanation on why he’s folding so quickly. he could blame it on the drinking, or he could be honest with himself and own up to the fact that he tends to fall too quickly, and either gets ghosted in the process, isn’t taken seriously or is seen as just a fuck buddy. odds are, after this, landon will proceed to ghost and discard him, pretend he doesn’t exist, and he’ll be back to feeling useless and unlovable. he’ll also be back to pretending like he doesn’t care about these things, when deep down, it kind of kills him. the idea that he’ll probably never really find anyone.

this thought is only enforced further when landon keeps talking. sonny laughs, because the idea of him being the most beautiful guy landon has ever seen feels more like a slap to the face rather than a compliment. he knows he doesn’t mean it, but is just trying to soften the blow that his following words bring, similar sentences he’s heard plenty of times in his life. i don’t want to lead you on. it has nothing to do with you, it’s me. it was just a one time thing. i don’t think we’re compatible like that. i don’t want anything serious right now. it’s just sex, don’t make it deeper than that. i like you, just not like that. we’re just friends who have sex sometimes. surely you didn’t think this was more than just hooking up, right? sonny could go on and on with the amount of lines he’s heard over the years. landon’s words were no different, and despite what he said earlier about them just hanging out and not making it deeper, he can’t help but feel a little… dejected? unvaluable? undeserving and unworthy? there were many words he could use to describe the feeling festering in the pit of his stomach.

not even because of landon alone, but because sonny didn’t understand what was so wrong about him, what was so deeply flawed and unwantable, up to the point where no guy in his life has ever wanted something deeper than either just friendship or plain hooking up. they never took him seriously, never wanted to actually be with him aside from just getting him naked or getting stoned with him, and they certainly never saw him as anything more than just a fuck buddy. was he too weird? too easy to get with? unable to be taken seriously because of the way he dressed or acted? did he come on too strong and scare people off? was he just not attractive enough to date, but attractive enough to mess around with? putting his complicated feelings for landon aside, being put in this situation every damn time kind of made him feel… empty, stupid even. maybe there was something very ugly within that everyone else saw and didn’t dare to speak on, something that drove people away sooner or later. for a moment, he looks away and pretends to pick at his nails, though the design is builder gel, so there’s really nothing to pick at. eventually, he turns back to him and forces a smile, not wanting to ruin the moment with his stupid emotional traumas, and not wanting to get too in his feelings, especially since he was drunk.

of course he was a writer. it really felt right on the nose, and of course, it intrigued sonny, because he couldn’t write to save his life. he was artistically inclined, but blanked when it came to words. it made him so much more interesting because he always felt like lots of writers tended to carry some kind of emotional baggage, hurt of some kind, and he was curious to know if landon fell into that box. “maybe one day you can show me.” that was him being delusional enough to believe that landon wouldn’t disappear after this, something not even a drunk sonny fully bought. he couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his last words, nodding his head in mock agreement. “the effect i have on someone – right.” if that effect was being used for sex, for a good time, and then discarded, like he was fucking nothing, then landon was definitely spot on about that. otherwise, sonny had no clue what he was on about, especially since he was about to do the same with him. the most pathetic part of all was that sonny knew this, and was still allowing it.

unfortunately for him, when they kissed for the first time, he knew exactly why. of course landon would kiss as perfect as he looked, taste as good too and leave him more hypnotized than before, if that was even possible. it’s as if his thoughts from just a few moments ago completely dissipated, and now he’s drunk on not just the alcohol, but the feeling of the other’s lips against his. he didn’t want to stop, but he knew that if he didn’t, the amount of pda these poor people were bound to witness would be quite embarrassing. he’s giggling softly at landon’s response, not wanting to break away from him, and truthfully, he’s going to reply cheekily to what he had to say, but anything he wanted to say completely slips his mind the moment landon bites onto his bottom lip, eliciting the softest, most barely audible groan from him. immediately, he’s at a loss for words, landon’s question not fully clicking because he’s pathetically leaning in closer, wanting more. it probably takes him a full minute to even grasp what he had said, and another few seconds for him to get a damn grip, open his eyes and stop being the most embarrassing simp humanity has ever seen, over a guy he barely even knows. even when he does manage to open his eyes and talk, it’s mumbled and stupid. “umm…” really? that’s the best he could do? he’s so stupidly entranced with the other, it actually takes every bit of self control he has left to break away and form a coherent sentence.

“yes, uber. maybe, um… maybe my place. since you’re a super sleuth and all, i’m not sure what i’ll find at yours. could be a bit scary.” it’s meant to be teasing and flirty, but the delivery is shaky and weak, and he’s once again turning fifty shades of red because kissing is one thing, but landon teasing him like that is another. the only thing that would make this more humiliating for sonny is if he starts kissing his neck, which he doubts he would, but with what he just did, he can’t be too sure. finally, sonny reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone with an unsteady hand, going to the uber app and calling one from here to his place, that was about three minutes away. “it’s three minutes away. maybe we can start walking to the entrance, it will meet us there.” he tells him, putting his phone back into his pocket and offering him a drunken grin. without much thought, he gets up from the bar stool and gives him another kiss, pulling away and raising a brow at the other mischievously. “i’ll race you there, bet you can’t beat me!” with that, he giggles like a drunken fool and starts running towards the entrance, his competitive streak, of course, taking over, along with his much more playful side.

[eviescore]

Evie laughed again, the sound light and easy as she shook her head. ❝ Okay, I'll give you this—your commitment to the aesthetic is kind of impressive. ❞ Her eyes followed where he'd pointed dramatically at his chest before she snorted. ❝ Honestly? Black does look good. I will just refuse to listen to you complain when you're melting into the sidewalk later. ❞ It was meant as a playful joke, not really minding if he actually did complain about the heat sucking the life out of him. At the mention of the tiny umbrellas, her smile only widened. ❝ Those are non-negotiable, by the way. If my drink doesn't come with a ridiculous garnish, I feel robbed. ❞ Talking about getting a drink, or three, sometime together, Evie's head nodded with the little grin tucked away coming out, ❝ Hell, fucking, yes to getting drinks sometime! I'm a consenting adult who can make her own decisions. ❞

[behavingbadly]

he chuckles in return. this has pretty much been his aesthetic his whole life, even when he wore uniforms, or was forced to dress a certain way by his family. "okay, and that's so valid, but also, anyone can melt into the sidewalk right now regardless of clothing. aren't we at over a hundred degrees? it's brutal out here." that wasn't all too surprising though, and just felt like a typical summer in california, even if it was scorching hot. sonny nods his head in agreement at her statement. "exactly! it's like... a milkshake without the cherry on top. i never eat the cherry, but i want it there for decorative purposes. it feels cheap without it." the sweet, bright red, canned cherries were gross in his opinion, but they felt needed in a milkshake, even if he was going to throw it away in the end. "heavy on the consenting adult, though my mind feels stuck at like, nineteen sometimes." or fifty. depending on the day and the struggle he was facing.

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[bisexualrozanov]

"and what do i get if montreal wins?"

[notexactlywonderland]

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I want you to know, With everything I won’t let this go. These words are my heart and soul. I’ll hold on to this moment, you know, As I bleed my heart out to show, And I won’t let go

[diamondkatz]

who: Open where: Around Carroll

"What?! Like I gotta tip toe around it cause people can't keep their lips to themselves? Like fuck that, if you gunna go round kissing dads or priests or whatever the fuck people are going to talk. At least most of the tourists aren't listening to that shit. They just need to stop playing Britney in the fucking grocery store, straight up."

[behavingbadly]

to be honest, he was already a little stoned, and really only managed to grasp half of what she said. "what?! impossible! diamond, you know i fuck with you heavy, but britney is a legend, an icon, a queen who deserves to be immortalized, who deserves justice and everything good in this life. i personally think she should be played in every single store and every single event. a funeral, a kids birthday party, a retirement home, the very club we work at, and like... that's not even my go to music genre, you know?" how anyone could dislike britney spears was beyond him. he still relates to early 2000's chris crocker when it came to her, people really had to leave britney alone. still, he lifts up his hands in defense. "but i mean hey, to each their own girl. i respect the opinion."

[aroseforno-one-deactivated20221]

do i blame my zodiac sign or my childhood traumas or both

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[stuckinapril]

“what’s your five year plan” bro i wake up every day confused by the fact that i’m even alive