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[tfmoira]

midnight marathons 💕 alexis * & ; moira.

The petite blonde didn’t really expect Alexis to end up inviting her over to watch some Netflix, but since she had, Moira wasn’t going to turn down an offer for entertainment and cuddling. The girl tugged a matching tank and briefs set over her petite frame before tying her hair up loosely in a ponytail -- the typical sleepover-esque hairstyle. Rummaging through her belongings in her closet, Moira’s tiny hands sifted through boxes and suitcases full of luggage until she found a stack of cozy blankets she’d managed to take to the house with her from New York. Grinning, she brought the blankets to her chest, giving them a light squeeze before she plopped them down temporarily at the foot of her bed. It only took Moira a few minutes to find her phone and the cookies she’d baked Alexis only an hour or so prior, so they were still lightly warm. Putting the additional items atop the blankets, Moira cradled everything in her arms as she walked to Alexis’s room, her body shivering upon the sensation of her warm feet meeting the cold hallway flooring. As she approached the door, Moira cracked it ajar with her shoulder, just enough that she could slip inside. “Sorry,” she whispered, sure not to potentially wake anyone that may have been asleep. “I would’ve knocked and been polite, but you know,” she spoke softly, gesturing with her head at the stack in her arms, “my hands were a bit full.”

[tfmoira]

small surprises ☯ avery & * ; moira.

“Sh, it’ll be okay,” Moira whispered, bouncing the baby in her arms against her chest. The small child had been crying off and on for at least an hour, and the blonde could feel the brink of a headache beginning to pound in her head. Her petite hand rubbed at the small of the baby’s back as she walked about her bedroom, her feet occasionally digging into the carpet of the floor as she rocked on her heels. The idea of having a baby that one had to temporarily consider their own was a lot to take in for anybody, let alone a nineteen-year-old girl who also had a music career pooling in front of her. To say the very least, Moira was overwhelmed. She didn’t want a baby in her possession -- but she didn’t want the baby to be shipped off to a foster home, so she’d agreed to take custody. To add to the million of thoughts churning in her pretty little head, she still had to figure out how to explain everything to Avery. She still felt awful trying to keep him in the dark like she was, but she was so scared. She didn’t know what he’d think, or how he’d feel that a good portion of her free time had disappeared, as the child was going to be taking up a good portion of it. These thoughts and others stirred in her mind as she paced to and fro in front of her bed, anticipating Avery’s gentle knock against her door.

There was a certain calmness that washed over Moira as she sat down on her bed’s edge, still bouncing the baby, swaddled in a light pink blanket. She couldn’t wait to see Avery. Though she wished the circumstances were different, it’d been far too long since she’d seen and really talked with her boyfriend. At the sound of a small knock, Moira’s countenance perked up almost instantly, her tired eyes somehow sparking with a miraculous life. She set the baby down in the crib, Moira jogged lightly to the door, her right palm turning the handle almost as rapidly as her heart was beating. “Ave,” she tried her hardest not to squeal, her arms absentmindedly looping about his neck as she pulled him close. “I missed you, but word on the street’s that you already knew that,” she smiled softly, taking one of his hands and tugging him inside. “So, it’s a long story, and I know you know it’s a long story, but there’s somebody I think you should meet,” she grinned gingerly,  tugging him further inside in the direction of the crib.

[httpgrande]

two in the afternoon ☼ dylan & ariana.

There was no easy way to wake up the morning following what was nothing less of a wild night, Ariana had decided. Sunlight had already begun to seep through the shutters, and if she had been wearing more than the bare minimum, she would've gotten herself up to close them. But, alas, she wasn't about to sacrifice the warmth of Dylan's bed for shutting some stupid shutters, and so she rolled over onto her left side, the rays of sunshine hitting her back rather than her face. She tugged the comforter up and over her bare shoulder, shivering a bit underneath the layers of bedding. "Dylan," she spoke, her voice sounding equally whiny and groggy. "What time is it?" She kept her eyes closed, burying her head in one of the fluffier pillows on what was temporarily her side of Dylan's king bed. Her side. She liked the sound of that, like in some weird, perfect world somehow she belonged there, even though she was still not far from being a total stranger to the boy who was only inches away. Not bothering to wait for a reply, since for all she knew, he could have still been sleeping, she rolled back over, her nose scrunching up and her eyes squinting in the midst of the sun's path. Her phone rested on the nightstand -- the brunette remembered that, if nothing else -- and she outstretched her arm clumsily, just barely snagging it before it dropped to the floor. She brought the phone to her chest, illuminating the screen to glance at the time. 2:09 PM. "Jesus," Ariana muttered to herself, her right palm moving to her face to wipe at her eyes. Her head wasn't aching as bad as it had from her New Years' drinks, but she could still feel the sluggishness of a hangover possessing her body, like she was a puppet with strings being controlled. "Dylan," she groaned a bit, reaching out to shake his shoulder. She waited until she thought she saw him stir a bit to continue speaking. "It's two in the afternoon, Dyl," Ariana sighed, still in disbelief as she scrolled through messages and Twitter notifications, mainly from Justin. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as she didn't remember responding to them, let alone seeing them at all. Must've been the alcohol, she thought as she shrugged, and she put her phone back on the small bedside table. Rolling over onto her back, Ariana flipped her hair off of her neck, swiping underneath hey eyes at what was assumingly mascara that she'd failed to take off the night before. "How sober do you think you were when we got back here?" Ariana spoke sleepily, her voice mumbled as she still didn't even know if he'd woken up.