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“If I could just reach for it…” You stood on your tippy toes with a hand outstretched. Just an inch out of your reach was a Twinkie- on the top shelf of the cabinet. “Just one more inch!” You bit your tongue. One more inch before you could taste sweet heaven. Your fingers successfully touched it. “Yes!” Now all you had to do was grab it. Swipe! Astonishment riddled your features.   Looking in the direction where the Twinkie was taken you saw Bucky happily munching on it. He took a liking to these little cakes after Steve successfully persuaded him to move into Stark’s Tower with him and you

You're bored. You're more bored than you've ever been. It's not really your fault though. The universe is the one to blame...as well as your math teacher. He gave your class WAY too much homework for that night. And to be honest, you would have to be God to to get it all finished before two o'clock in the morning. You've got your ear buds in blasting your favorite music as you stare at the question before you, eyebrows pinched, bright laptop screen hurting your eyes, and pencil tapping to the beat of your music. Let's not forget the bag of tortilla chips to your left. You reach over and stick a chip in your mouth, crunching loudly as you type

 The sun was blazing down on the buildings of Sunagakure. (Y/n) (L/n) was out eating lunch with her best friend Temari. “What have you been working on lately?”You asked. “I’ve learned how to do a few new tricks with my fan.”Temari answered. “I heard Tenten is coming to Suna to visit us! We should totally have a sleepover while she’s here!” You exclaimed. “Totally! We can have it at my house.” You nodded. “So it’s settled. We can go greet Tenten when she comes later today.” Your POV You went to a small park to rest for a little before you went to greet Tenten.

[Name] sighed as she reached up to wipe the sweat from her brow, glancing around her. Why was it always so hot here? She often found herself wishing that she lived in a desert that at least had cool nights. Even the nights here were humid and made her sweat. “What are you doing?” came a voice from behind her, causing [Name] to turn around, smiling when she saw who addressed her. “Gaara... I'm just moving these pots for my mom,” she stated, motioning towards the giant clay pots on the ground. Her mother liked to make and sell pottery, so [Name] helped her out when she didn't have anything else to do. “Let me he