#simplysnouchy

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Miss. Moore. It still felt so foreign to hear as her identifier by the teenagers she now called her students. To her little to no time had passed and she was still eighteen years old about to graduate. So much had changed. Good and bad. It all played a part in constructing the young woman she was today. 

One of the few breaks she had meant quickly taking advantage of the teachers lounge. Warm cup of tea, lunch for one, and one of her favorite books. She wouldn’t even notice if anyone came in, between the pages and the bites of her sandwich. The girl was lost waiting for a bell to waken her.

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“Okay, so that last line there wasn’t really necessary Will.” Gen felt herself sink with the weight of it all. Her arms held her close, in an attempt to find a comfort in them. “I’m mad. I’ll admit that. And I’m mad ‘cause you can’t just use me, Will. This should be fun for both of us. Or is that too much to ask?” She felt stupid and wished she’d of kept her mouth shut from the get go. Kept her annoyance to herself and just got on her knees like usual. 

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               ‘ Are you the cute boy my little                  cousin’s been talking to? ’

The accent gave it away but Abigail wanted a reason to call him cute. And a reason to call Gen little. Teasing the blonde about her stature was something she did on the regular. 

@simplysnouchy | liked for a little sumthin’ from Bebes

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The flight was delayed. Again. Will yawned, stretching himself in the chair, he could feel himself slipping away, his head moving to the side until it came to rest on something.. soft?

The unexpected storm raged outside the terminal, all flights were delayed, and if you found an empty seat, you were lucky. Gen had been slouched over in her seat, hat over her eyes, and music playing away through the tiny white buds in her ears. She was ignoring the doom that was her current surroundings when she felt someone slowly use her as a pillow. The sounds of a busy terminal replaced the music as she removed the buds to examine whom was on her shoulder. Regardless of his somber exterior she tapped his forehead with her index finger in an attempt to awaken the cute stranger.

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♟ (yay hi)

nonsexual acts of intimacy || Accepting

♟: Patching up a wound

Jo rolled her eyes as she put needle to tender flesh. “Oh stop squirming,” the blonde huffed, fingers skillfully stitching the injury. “This will hurt less if you relax and stop moving.”