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Karly G.

@saintjeannieg-blog / saintjeannieg-blog.tumblr.com

Mexican. Twenty two years. Spanish, English and French. Med Student. Sasusaku shipper. Playchoices addicted.
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They can’t see their daughter about to cry ❤ Their hug seems to be so warm and comforting, Sarada loved it ❤

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kenjkats

CONFEERMED LA HUERTA HAS DIMENSIONAL ALIEN PORTAL CRYSTALS!!! The Endless is MC’s parent ES MC is an alien Ok i dont really know but 👏 yes for a plot and action chapter!

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samarucchi

“you’ve made your feelings clear to me long ago, sakura.

and you know i feel the same way.”

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Par for the Course

Just a little Chris x Maggie fluff for @justhedeepsea​‘s request for a fic featuring the prompts fingertips, game, lips, blush, anger, happy. Thank you for your prompt!! 

Taking a deep breath of the late fall air, Maggie lines up her shot and swings her putter. The little yellow ball flies across the artificial grass, bouncing off the walled edge, before rolling through the scarecrow’s legs and falling right into the hole. 

Maggie squeals and jumps up and down excitedly. That makes her third hole in  one puts her well ahead of her boyfriend in their little game. 

“Yeah, boy! That’s how I do!” she laughs and turns on her heel to look at Chris. His handsome features are turned down in an exaggerated pout, a lock of his blonde hair falling across his forehead as he looks down dejectedly. Maggie bites her lip to hide her smile. He looks ridiculously adorable. She walks over, rubs his arm, and mimics his pout back at him, 

“Aww…are you making that face because you’re losing or because you know I can’t resist kissing you when you go full puppy dog?” 

Chris’s only response is to widen his blue eyes and jut out his lower lip even further. Maggie giggles and stretches up on her tiptoes to place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Hey, you missed,” Chris sulks playfully, a hint of a smile beginning to pull at the corners of his lips

“Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris. Haven’t you been paying attention?” Maggie gestures to the mini-golf course. “I never miss.” 

She shoots him a cocky grins before she starts to skip away. She only takes a couple steps before Chris catches her arm and spins her back into his arms. His free hand comes up to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he kisses her warmly. 

“You can’t distract me with your kisses, Chris Powell,” Maggie murmurs softly, as Chris leans back and rests his forehead against hers and smiles. 

“Can’t I?” 

Chris dips his head and gives her a long, passionate kiss. His arm slides around her waist and Chris pulls her body tightly to his. His lips move her hers in a deep and intense kiss that leaves Maggie feeling flushed and dizzy. When he leans back again, Maggie stumbles a little, her body instinctively following his even with her eyes still pressed closed. When she slowly opens her eyes, Maggie blinks owlishly at him for a moment and Chris grins down at her like a cheshire cat.

“Still not distracted?” he asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Nope, not at all,” Maggie replies, mentally cursing the breathless, panting in her voice.  

“Oh, well, it was worth a shot,” Chris shrugs, still smirking at her. 

Maggie shakes her head to clear her thoughts as they move on to the next hole. She watches Chris set up his golf ball and line up his shot. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he swings his club back and forth a few times before hitting the ball. He looks really cute tonight. Dressed in faded jeans, a dark t-shirt, and the brown leather jacket she loves on him, he looks good enough to eat. Down, girl, Maggie commands herself, keep your head in the game! 

A few minutes later, Chris manages to come in two under par. 

“Not bad, Captain Powell, not bad. Let me show you how the pros do it,” Maggie brags as she walks up to the tee. 

“The pros?” Chris laughs and Maggie relishes the warm feeling the sounds infuses in her. 

God, she loves hearing him happy. All the stress of captaining the football team is still hanging over his head, especially heading off to Nationals soon, but for now she’s happy they’ve managed to push it aside for tonight. Hopefully, their date night will help relieve some his stress and let Chris head off to the championships feeling more relaxed and excited than stressed and worried. 

Maggie sets her ball on the tee and leans over it, glancing back and forth between the ball and the hole a few times. Just as she’s about to swing, Chris speaks up. 

“You know, maybe I need to study your technique up close.”  

Maggie feels the long line of Chris’s warm body line up against her back as he steps up behind her. He rests his hands on her forearms for a moment before slowly sliding them down her arms. His fingertips just barely brush against her skin and leave a line of goosebumps in their wake. When his hands reach hers, Chris intertwines their fingers so he’s grasping her golf club along with her. Maggie swallows hard and takes a quick deep breath as she tries to keep her cool despite Chris’s distractions. She wonders absently if he can feel the way her heart is thundering in her chest at the feeling of him pressed up against her. 

“You gonna swing that club anytime soon?” Chris’s murmurs low and deep in her ear and Maggie shivers as she feels his voice rumble in his chest against her back.

A faint, warm blush creeps over her cheeks and Maggie glances around the busy mini-golf course at the Hartfeld Fall Festival. The course is filled with families and other couples, all laughing and enjoying the uncharacteristically warm fall night. Thankfully, there’s no one playing immediately after them and it doesn’t look like anyone has noticed the intimate embrace Chris has her in. 

“I would take my shot,” Maggie replies, voice trembling just slightly, “but my boyfriend is trying to distract me and get us in trouble for public indecency.”

Chris chuckles, his breath warm against her neck. 

“Nothing indecent here. Just a couple of young lovebirds teaching each other how golf,” he pauses for a moment. “Now, if I were to do something like this….” Chris tilts his head and places line of gentle love bites on the soft skin of her neck. He rolls his tongue over the spots before kissing her neck tenderly. Maggie gasps as her knees weaken. She grips the golf club tightly, leaning it against the ground to prop herself up. 

“Chris…”

“Take your shot, Maggie.” 

Maggie takes a another breath, trying to ignore the way even that small movement presses her even more closely to Chris’s chest, and swings her club. She and Chris watch with bated breath as the ball flies across the green, bounces around a corner and flies right into the jack-o-lantern’s mouth and into the hole.

“YES!!!” Maggie shouts happily and turns in Chris’s arms. She beams up at him as he looks down at her in wonderment. 

“Wow, Maggie,” Chris smiles down at her. “You are a golf goddess.”

“Hell yeah I am,” Maggie says proudly. She drops her club and wraps her arms around Chris’s neck. His hands settle on her waist, squeezing gently. “It doesn’t make you angry, does it? Losing to a girl?”

“Nope, not one little bit,” Chris smiles at her tenderly. “Especially if that girl is you. Seeing you win only makes me happy…and a little jealous…but mostly happy.”

Maggie laughs and kisses him again. She’s going to miss him so much over winter break, but she’s pretty sure memories like this will help keep her warm even on the coldest nights. 

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