#frequentbedfellows

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @frequentbedfellows / inspired by exactly how you are by ball park music

the moment dawson spied them, the rest of the world wasn't really his concern. he swiftly busied himself with procuring drinks, sitting in the nervous buzz he felt as he handed one over. people were looking, but he wasn't sure he cared, at this point. the hockey team captain completely ignoring the rest of his party just for them. somehow it felt right. "do you like the party?" he couldn't tear his eyes away from them. "you look really good. i like the outfit, a lot." another sip of his drink before he paused. "if you don't like the party, we can always leave. go upstairs or just... desert it. i have no loyalty to anyone else right now." he grinned.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @frequentbedfellows / inspired by bedroom wall by banks

"are you even... do you even hear me? i have feelings for you, idiot. i'm right here, i'm telling you. why are you pushing me away?" it had taken a lot to get joey to this point, standing in the rain (it was bearably light, but still), finally being honest about something that felt so embarrassing. yet, it wasn't going the way she thought it would.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @frequentbedfellows

"look i'm not trying to sound like i'm complaining or anything but that was like... five less kisses than the last time i came home. you pissed at me already?"

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @frequentbedfellows​

the two of them are perched on cool early morning sand of the beach, sunlight making sully squint as the waves crashed in against the sand. it would have been beautiful, if every sound didn’t make his head thrum with pain. ssshhhhhh, another nail in his brain as he sat hunched over, arms resting on his knees. “i’ll never drink again.” he announces, face tilting up as he grimaces, the little loose bun of hair he’s made at the top of his head flopping back. “i mean it this time. jesus.” with that, he digs his heels in to the crumbling sand and then turns to look at his companion. olive shouldn’t get to look so beautiful even when hungover and yet... “are you hungry?”