#drallie

[pca-gossip-confessions]

Allie and Drew OTP alert for me

And by Super Bowl I mean Drallie. Cause I’m calling that right now. Let’s start a pool.

[pca-gossip-confessions]

Why are we shipping me with drew?!

Because you and Ian are boring as the history of math in a dead language. And speaking of history, you and Drew have that.

No really I think you’re both in that class right? I don’t know I didn’t actually check the schedules. I should go undercover and find out.

[finemessiness]

day three. restless.

She couldn't get comfortable. No matter which way she turned, she couldn't get comfortable. She curled her legs under herself. She straightened them out. She pulled the blanket off. She pulled it back on. She tried her stomach, her back, her side, her other side. But she could not sleep. 

For the first time in weeks, Allie was forced to sleep alone, and she couldn't do it.

It had been four weeks since the funeral and the white tomb, four weeks since he fled, and every night for four weeks, he found himself in her bed, in her apartment. Her father said she moved out because she was having an identity crisis and needed attention. She said she moved out because she didn't even know what side she was on at the moment, and she couldn't risk being too close to the ones she loved. But the one she loved still made his way in there every single night, and slid silently in bed with her. His arms wound around her and fit perfectly in her contours of her waist. She pressed her back against his front and felt almost empty if his lips weren't pressed at her neck until they fell asleep. They never slept together at night, not in the figurative sense. Actually, they hadn't slept together in a while Anyway. the time just never seemed right. But when they did it was slow, and passionate and caring. Every stroke told her how much he loved her, every sigh telling him how desperately she needed him.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he was nowhere to be found. It didn't feel like he was just late. It didn't feel like he had simply forgotten- but he never forgot. He'd promised her so in first year, and she clung to that promise. It was so much later than when he usually would come to bed. The only instance he'd never been perfectly on time, he came in smiling, apologizing left and right and placing tiny kisses all over her face and neck and shoulders. She couldn't help but watch the door. She couldn't help but wonder if he was coming. She couldn't hold back the sob that ripped through her chest. She shook her head to herself, burying her head in her pillow. He wasn't coming. For the first time in weeks, her pristine blond prince was not coming, and she was left alone. She'd slept on her own for most of her life, but never once had she felt this utterly alone. After everything they had been through, after every obstacle they had to overcome before they got here, he was just going to leave her alone, without a word.

Her restless mind went over every possible place he could be, every possible instance that could be keeping him from her. Most of them were brunettes with the last names of Greengrass and Parkinson, or the absolute worst circumstance, causing a stinging in her eyes. She couldn't decide which was worse- him choosing not to come, or being forced to stay away. Both hurt. Both left her alone and sleepless. Restless.

She began drifting off to sleep slowly, and yet she hadn't noticed she was still crying. Not until a pair of familiar hands cupped her face, wiping away the dampness that was still there. She woke with a start, blinking her hazel eyes into focus. But even as she gazed upon the face she'd stayed up so late for, she couldn't bring herself to smile, and he didn't expect her to. He knew how much she depended on him. He leaned so much on her as well. No questions were asked, no explanations given. There would be time for that later. With one final echo of a sob, she turned her back to him as his arms found their rightful place around her, and their bodies were pressed close together. His lips found her neck, pressing a soft, but firm kiss to her skin. Her eyes closed, and she finally felt the exhaustion pass over her eyes from the crying and lack of sleep. He pulled the blanket over the both of them. She moved closer to him, and he adjusted accordingly. They fit perfectly. Together they were whole. And otherwise, she would never be able to sleep. She instantly forgave him for being late.

After all, he made her whole again. And that was more than could be said for... anyone, really.

[queercoffeeshop]

I love going through pictures Drea and I take together.

We are just so damn cute xD

...Well. She is at least.