⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ (Marty Mauser x reader ff)

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 9

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers, swearing, not historically accurate, alcohol, text and real life ff.

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Ugh fuck why isn’t he answering me?!

I’m giving him the most amazing and expensive room of all time and he sneaks out like that? Is he 14 or what?

I tried to think about something else, watching a movie, two movies, a serie maybe, reading a book.. whatever, I couldn’t think about something else. I was worried, I was sad, I was craving. I wanted him here, now.

I needed to know where he was, think about something Y/n!

Ugh yeah, his weird friend, willy? Wally? I don’t remember anyways, I remember Marty mentioning that he plays table tennis too, it’s such a small world, I’m sure I can find his number

Knock knock

Nothing, my dad was asleep, drunk asleep I would say, those dinners I swear..

I walked slowly through the table where his phone was. The password? Definitely my birthday lol.

xxxx xx xx

No?

My moms one?

xxxx xx xx

Still no?? Tf ain’t no way he puts his own birthday that’s so narcissistic

xxxx xx xx

of course it was this…

I scrolled through his messages, and after what feels like an eternity, I found his number on a really old group chat, perfect

I close the door and lay on my bed

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“Yo Marty your girl is texting me”

I try to look up but my head was pounding like crazy, I was holding my 7th glass of alcohol, a girl or two maybe 3 were sitting next to me on the way too small couch, a group of man were asking revenge since I beat them all on table tennis, I was a mess but hearing what Wally just said somehow sobered me up

”Y/n?” I said, way too vulnerable

He nodded “asking where tf you are”

“I told you I wanted rest air tonight, idc about that” i was smiling lazily but fuck how I was lying, I wanted to run away and go back to her room, I wanted Wally to answer her like « he’s coming back for you » but no, I already took my decision, I need to focus on other things.

“Leave her on read”

“Listen man you can have all the problems you want with her but not me, ain’t no way I’m not answering”

“Come on Wallyyyy”

“Ugh fuck you” he said walking away, probably searching some shots

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I needed to stop, he’s not answering? Ok, he’s going out? Me too then

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 8

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 9 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers, swearing, not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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I throw my phone on the bed and sat on it, my head was between my hands, I was looking at the ground, deep in my thoughts

I was known for the « i don’t give a fuck » personality, for the funny but extremely powerful player, I wasn’t known for all that love and emotional bullshit

Everything was fighting in my head because the last thing I wanted was a change, I didn’t want to change, all those years I built THE Marty Mauser, the fearless, the strongest. But this change, I knew how good it would feel, how beneficial love is, how this change will make me a better person

Ugh shut up, fuck love

I was here for a good room and a good room only

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I was walking through the lobby, my legs were weak and my face was still warm, hot, burning

anyways, this Mr Brown or whatever his name talked to me for like 10 minutes and then all the men start to leave

“Good night"

I quickly escape the hell, a.k.a the restaurant and walk as fast as I can to the elevator

405

I lift my hand for knocking since I gave him my keys earlier but my keys were on the ground in a tissue

What the fuck

I open the door and no Marty

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before leaving the room I wrapped the keys in a random tissue and then I walked away from the hotel, I leaned on the wall waiting for Wally

He honked and I hop in his taxi

After 5 minutes of silence Wally open his mouth, still focused on the road

“What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"uh?"

"you? Hanging out like that? You’re weird"

"I told you man, I need fresh air"

"of course hanging out at like midnight is sooo fresh air"

"You get it Wally you know how important table tennis is for me, i see it, she’s messing everything in my head, I didn’t even practice today"

"mhh, still, I’ll never think that love is a bad thing for you and asshole she’ll be irritated from your shitty behavior and kick your ass out of her room, and bye bye the Ritz hello the motel, you remember what happened the other day at the mot-"

"Yes I remember" I roll my eyes "I didn’t ask for a lesson Wally just.. keep driving"

"did you even tell her about your little runaway"

"I left the keys on the ground"

"oh my god Marty"

"what now?"

"the fucking keys on the fucking ground!?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

Wally simply sighed. What did I do? At least I thought about leaving the keys outside the room

"Where are we going?"

" i was thinking about the bar"

"the one with the table?" I ask

"yeah, since you haven’t practiced today"

"okay cool"

after an awkward ride, we enter the bar, the true heaven. Music, not too bad, a table for playing table tennis, cheap sour alcohol and girls, a lot of girls

I walked confidently, I belong here that’s what I like, that’s what I am, girls, drinks and table tennis

The only thing which was missing was money, of course

"hey you! 10$ if you can beat me"

Perfect

My phone kept buzzing in my pocket while I walk to the man, I forced myself to think about something else, I turn it off

"I’m coming man"

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 7

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 8 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers, swearing, not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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The only sound was our breath, it was heavy, a bit awkward. His hand was resting on the side of my head due to the smallness of the telephone booth. we looked into each other’s eyes like we were eating each other just by the sight.

His hand was slowly moving to my face, he silently cupped the right side of my face with his fingers, I could feel his warmth all over my face, all over my body. But before any other action he pulled back

"What?" I ask, almost disappointed

"That’s not a good idea Y/n"

I look at him confused

"Y/n if I start I wouldn’t know how to stop"

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I hated how easy I was for her, it was the first time that I was refusing any intimate contact, I was usually the one who led things, any girls I had fucked in the past was pure pleasure, not a single feeling or any love. But it was so different with her, I kissed her twice, the first time was a quick peck on her lips, it was so quick and humorous, the second was on her cheek, I thought I was kissing velvet, it was so smooth, so sweet, and I knew that now I was unfortunately craving savagery, I was craving for her, her lips, her cheek and all.. all of her. She started to mean something for me, like now, she wasn’t just the girl who let me sleep in her room, she was someone I wanted to protect, someone I wanted to love and to make proud.

I’m fucked..

but I didn’t want to show her this vulnerable side of myself, I wanted to be THE Marty Mauser that everyone knows. Cocky, heartless, ambitious and workaholic.

Plus, I knew that if I started kissing her in this tiny telephone booth, I knew I’d be uncontrollable, and it’s the last thing I wanted her to see

After my last words « I wouldn’t know how to stop » she looked at me. She didn’t look scared or even disgusted. She looked more like I don’t know, disappointed?

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it was really awkward now, Marty was the one who was always joking about love and sex, always in pursuit of a kiss, but apparently it was just a joke for him, the first time I let him do it, he didn’t act.

I wanted to die right no-

"Y/n where are you? Mr Brown wants to talk to you"

Ok if it’s a prank.. Well it’s not funny because of course my dad has to come now..

"Who the hell is Mr Brown Y/n??" Marty shout-whispered

"A friend of my dad"

"Fuck he’s coming?"

"Mhh" I nod

"I can’t hide in this goddamn thing fuck"

"Sit down"

"What??"

"Marty Mauser sit down or you’re sleeping with the rats tonight"

He sits down, his hand resting between my feet

I gently open the door but only my head was sticking out

"I’m coming in a minute dad"

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in the bathroom"

"Uhm.. I lost my earring this morning, I thought maybe I forgot it here" i smile widely showing all my teeth, hoping this would work on my dad

"Whatever, we’ll be there" my dad sighed walking back to the restaurant

"Get up"

I open completely the door and let Marty come out with me

"Here, take the key and please don’t draw attention to yourself"

He nodded before walking quickly to my room

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 6

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 7 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers,not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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I was laying in my big bed again, I found myself thinking about him way too much. The way his jaw clenched when he was focused, the way his hair was wet with sweat, little droplets rolling down his forehead, the way he was groaning loudly when he was smashing the ball with his paddle… fuck

It was the first time this had happened to me. I had never liked someone like this this fast. It’s crazy to think that I don’t know anything about him, and actually he doesn’t know anything about me either. I was under a spell, he probably put a love spell on my shampoo before emptying it, ugh!

I was burying my head in the silky pillow, yearning for a notification like "hey Y/n, I’m here" but nothing

Knock knock

"Mhh… yes?"

"Y/n don’t tell me you fell asleep! Hurry I have a dinner tonight you need to come with me"

"UGH!! Yes dad I’ll be downstairs in 5 minutes"

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Fuck! Why does he always need to eat with those men? Anyways,I didn’t really have the choice even if my dad was pissing me off from his previous behavior toward Marty’s loss. but it’s not like I could say no

I woke up from my little nap and put on some acceptable clothes for dinner and brushed my hair because I looked like I had just stepped out of WW2

The dinner usually took place in the restaurant of the hotel so I simply sat down with my dad and the other men

"I’m telling you this year the win is for Japan"

"No definitely for England"

I yawned, barely able to eat my food. I was tired of the same conversation and the same fucking salmon toast with way too salty caviar on it

I was unfocused, I was looking away from the table and I saw something I knew too well, a tall and thin figure walking confidently through the lobby

what the fuck was he doing here so early?? I forgot to tell him about the dinner and the worst is that he doesn’t have the keys he couldn’t even hide in the room. Ugh what should I do??

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Wally dropped me in front of the big hotel. I couldn’t wait to be rich! Says my brain. I couldn’t wait to be with her! Says my heart.

The moment I stepped a foot into the lobby, I was Mr. Eisen, Y/n’s cousin. Eww

Anyways, I took the elevator pressing the button of her floor

Knock knock

No sound

Knock knock knock

…

Nothing.

"What the hell?"

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My phone was vibrating in my pocket. I knew who it was and I had no way to leave this dinner. I couldn’t take my phone out of my pocket to answer

An Idea, please, I need an idea…

Wait, I’m just a girl

I tapped my dad’s shoulder whispering

"I need to go to the bathroom, yk…"

My dad nodded without protesting

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Fuck fuck fuck if my dad sees him I’m dead and he’s dead, we are dead

I run through the casino, all the light, the sounds, the money, it was too much where the hell should he be?

"Y/n!"

"Marty shut up"

"What?"

"Look, my dad"

"Oh damn sorry"

we stayed a minute without talking, inspecting each movement of my dad

"Omg he’s standing up, come"

I grab his hand and start running through the gambling machines

We end up in a little telephone booth, breathless

The telephone booth was so small that our chests were touching, my back was pressing against the telephone and his head was slightly lower due to his height in such a small place

we didn’t talk, we didn’t need to, sometimes desire isn’t only expressed through words, I could feel it through my bones, through my soul, through my lips

I needed him like he needed my room, like he needed money, like he needed to win

And maybe my victory would be a kiss?

Or two??

Or three???

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 5

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Part 6 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers,not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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I remembered how Marty was playing with the ball, how his paddle was flying in the air, how confident he was about this victory..

He was missing the ball, he seemed unfocused, too disappointed in himself for putting all his soul into this game. Fuck I should’ve kissed him on the lips, I cursed him, damn

"And the winner is… Koto Endo!"

The crowd stood up, applauding and cheering the Japanese player. My dad was extremely noisy and unbearable ugh!

"It’s unacceptable!! I want to do it again it’s not fair"

But Koto was already leaving the room with his team

"FUCK"

He smashed the table before leaving the room

I didn’t know what to do. Seeing him losing was making my heart ache for some reason. But I don’t know this man, we shared a room for like six hours, he probably doesn’t even know my age, my favorite color.. I shouldn’t run after him, making my dad angry and stuff…Remember? the family is team Endo, actually team everyone except Mauser…

But my dad was talking to someone sooo…

"Marty wait!" I said trying to catch him in the corridor

"Not now Y/n"

"But-"

He looked at me with a sharp expression. His cocky and flirting attitude was gone, he was so serious, so cold

"That’s ridiculous I hate myself, fuck I’m sorry, I’ll pick my stuff tonight"

Tonight… no it was too early I wanted him to stay in my room forever, my little secret nobody knows about. I wanted him to make my room smell like cheap cologne, I wanted him to use my shampoo again, I wanted him to leave his clothes everywhere without cleaning after, I wanted to know him because somehow he was the most interesting person I had met

He looked at me one last time. The feeling of disappointment was filling his eyes, then he walked away, leaving me, alone

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So many things were fighting in my brain. How my reputation was fucked, how I had just fucked Y/n’s emotions..

I talked like I had somewhere better to sleep than in a goddamn room at the Ritz, like I could eat caviar and cheese, like I could use a bottle of shampoo in one shower

Wally walked to me, he was smiling, apparently not affected by my defeat

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because man, you just lost, yeah, but the big room is waiting for ya with your girl!! I bet she’ll make you feel better"

He started wiggling his eyebrows. Fuck I hated how funny he was sometimes.

"Mhh mhh, I leave the room tonight"

"Wait what?"

"I can’t stay. She’s growing in me in a way I’m scared of, I don’t control myself and I’m so scared. I usually sneak in the room, fuck in the room and then leave the room. Now I just want to fucking.. I don’t know, order room service, watch old movies and cuddle under the blanket. It’s fucked up it’s been two days and I’m already like this, Imagine one week?? I can’t. I need to focus on table tennis and you know that"

"Blah blah blah didn’t hear anything except the snuggling under the blanket shit"

"Wally I just lost and you’re acting like a dickhead"

"Marty, I was sad and disappointed for you. Losing is never funny, It’s never easy to be this vulnerable in front of people, in front of a crowd. It wasn’t a championship, You still have other chances. Who gives a fuck about your reputation Mauser"

"Everybody"

"No, not her"

"Y/n? Fuck I’m the asshole"

"Didn’t want to say it out loud buuuut-"

"See you later Wally"

For the first time in my life, I felt emotion. It wasn’t my arrogant self, It was a brand new Marty. A Marty who was running after a girl right after he lost.

And for the first time, the feeling of losing wasn’t my priority, something more powerful was growing in me, something I had never felt before, affection and love

I think I need you Y/n. Is it too early? I don’t know, It’s the first time it happens to me

I ran through the different rooms, avoiding the journalists and the crowd, but no Y/n.

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⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 4

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 5 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, use of y/n, strangers to lovers,not historically accurate, text and real life ff, minor spoiler?

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I woke up in an empty bed, the sun was softly rising through the curtain of the room. The bed was still warm and smelled like cologne

I turned my back to the other side of the room, his luggage was still on the ground and a small piece of paper was left on the little table:

Wear orange…ugh as if! …

Anyway I was trying to find something orange in the wardrobe. What the hell is this color choice? Couldn’t it be like I don’t know, pink? Blue?

8:50

I was lost in my thoughts, I should have been focused on my makeup or the way my hair looked. I know this kind of event always ends on the journal but the only thing my brain was thinking of was the way his chest rose when he was deeply asleep, the way he literally stared at my soul every time we talked, the way-

"Y/n, it’s me! Open, the taxi is here"

I got up from my chair and opened the door. It was my dad and like five men with him

We walked outside the hotel and I sat next to my dad. The drive was about 20 minutes so I should learn a little bit about the sport which always annoyed me

"Since when did you like table tennis Y/n? I thought you came for traveling only.."

"Mhh… changed my mind! Talking about that, what’s a serve?"

I shouldn’t have asked this question.

9 a.m.

"And when it happened it doesn’t count for anyone!"

9:10

"You must win by two points for a Deuce! Oh, and the ball can spin over 150 times per second-"

I thought I would die if my father’s mouth opened again, I didn’t understand a single thing! I guess I’d just stay quiet and wait until Marty’s turn

We eventually reached the gymnasium. My dad started to talk with other people, doing some interviews and leaving me alone, finally

The problem was that I never go to these kinds of places, which means that I was completely lost

I walked around the enormous hall, all I heard was balls tapping tables and weird whimpers from the players

I genuinely stopped believing I could find my way so I sat on a leather sofa in an empty room.

"Oh man this Japanese! I’m telling you, his paddle makes no sound It’s like wood"

"Come on, Mickey, you can do it, but don’t forget you owe me 15 bucks if you lose, just saying"

I heard the door open, and only one of the voices entered the room

"Y/n, you came? I knew it, you should go, I’m playing in 10 minutes you know"

I don’t know why but this nonchalant behavior grew on me every time I faced Marty

"Yeah" I said as I got up from the sofa like I knew where I was supposed to go

"Wait you know in table tennis we have a kissing tradition.."

"Oh my god bye Marty"

I quickly closed the door behind me, my heart was pounding so fast and deep down I was probably dying from his touch

Eight minutes later I was still searching for my way. I gave up and just decided to text him since nobody looked like they wanted to help me..

Not even thirty seconds later Marty found me

"Come with me"

He grabbed my hand and started walking fast through the different rooms

"Here, open the door and walk straight then right"

"God, thank you so much"

Marty smiled at me. He looked at me a little bit too long for a normal conversation, he leaned down to be at the same height as me and kissed my cheek. The kiss was soft like someone was softly caressing my cheek with a feather

"Now I’m sure I’m gonna win, I want to hear you scream my victory"

He said before running away since the judges called his name.

I gently put my hand on my cheek like I wanted to catch his kiss and keep it in my pocket forever I was confused but happy by the previous event

But yeah now I definitely needed to open this door and watch the game, just wondering if this kiss thing actually worked or if next time we’d need to make out for a trophy

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It was Marty’s 10th victory already. He wasn’t playing, he was having fun. It wasn’t sport, it was a real show. But this, this was before Koto Endo walked to Marty’s table

Everyone was holding their breath. At this moment I understood that the hope I had earlier about a potential victory from Marty was slowly slipping through my fingers

"Mauser 2 / Endo 6"

I saw my dad smiling and talking to his colleagues, like Marty was a lost cause already

Marty was running his hands through his hair before locking back into the game

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ. Part 3

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 4 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, swearing, use of y/n, strangers to lovers,not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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Marty Mauser is calling… 📞

"Is it clear?"

"Yes, you’re Mr Eisen now"

"Wait what-"

"See you"

I hang up, of course I couldn’t say his real name to the receptionists.

I wanted everything to be perfect. I made the bed over 50 times in an hour, sprayed the way too pricey perfume all over the room. I don’t even know why?? I literally talked to him once and it was the smallest talk ever. Maybe the idea of having a man in my room was thrilling? Maybe pissing my dad was pleasant? Or maybe I was already smitten over a complete unknown?

Someone knocked at the door.

"Come in"

"Hello, Ms. Here is Mr Eisen, your…" the bellboy looked through his little notebook, "your cousin from the US! If you need anything.." The man put Marty’s luggage down before closing the door behind him.

"Eisen?? Cousin? Damn, now if we have sex it’ll be weird"

I sigh, putting my face in my hands, massaging my temples.

"I’ll act like I didn’t hear"

Marty removed his shoes and his long coat, he was a bit sweaty, probably from the training. He wears glasses, they were thin making his face look soft. His skin was slightly textured, It was oddly attractive to me and it was so obvious that I was staring at him for too long now..

He chuckled softly.

"I know it’s always impressive to see me for the first time, but I’m like every player you know? No wait I’m better, anyways imma take a shower now"

Marty said, not ashamed or shy, he locked himself in the enormous bathroom and I started to hear the water running in the shower

“HEY Y/N, TF IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SHAMPOO AND CONDITIONER?”

Ugh! It’s gonna be a long night…

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After his shower, way too long shower, extra extra long one.. he opens the door, wide open like he was at his mom’s.

"Woo! I needed this, Idk how much cost your shampoo, but damn I used it to the last drop"

I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t be mad right now. My dad was like three rooms away even if he was probably half dead from the alcohol..

"You know what? Whatever just go to bed and leave. Early"

"Can I call someone first?"

"Quick"

Marty walks to my bed, the landline was there

"What the fuck?? can’t you use your phone?"

"I’m in the Ritz! I’ll call with a shell if I could"

I was too tired, and maybe I wanted to act nonchalant right now, so I lay in my bed, my back turned from his body. He dials a number before sitting on the little sofa

"Wally, my maaaaan, I’m calling you with a landline in the Ritz"

"Wtf Marty you’re with a girl and you’re calling me?? Jeez hang up you’re pissing me off already.”

"What did I do?"

"Mhh idk…take a wild guess?? Imagine inviting someone to your room and the first thing they’re doing is calling their friend?? like I was your mama man! Talk to her, do some real shit. Without her you’d be at the motel, should I remind you what happened with the bathtub the other day?"

"Ok I get it Bye see you tomorrow"

" Oh and last thing, don’t get her pregnant, just saying"

They eventually hang up after a minute. It was the Ritz yes but fuck those phones were loud asf I heard every shit they were saying..

"So haha.. you like table tennis or what"

I was about to respond when he plops in MY bed. I had imagined him sleeping on one of the sofas.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he said

"The bed?" I said.

"Oh, I have an important event tomorrow. I need to beat Endo’s ass, and for that, a proper bed for a proper sleep. So, table tennis, your thing?"

He was so close to me I could see the smallest things on his face, the way his brows met in the middle, how his necklace was hanging on his neck. I was speechless, for the first time. He looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Uhmm… I don’t know I’ve never really understood this sport. Every time my dad talks about it I’m like what?? Like what the fuck is a serve? A let?"

"Your dad is like one of the most important person in this sport and you don’t know shit about it?" He chuckled, looking straight into my eyes without breaking eye contact. "I could teach you, come tomorrow"

"You know if I come I’ll be with my dad, on Endo’s side of the room" I said teasingly even if it was the truth

"Better reason for you to come, gonna show you and your dad why you should be team Mauser"

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᝰ.Part 2

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 3 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, swearing, use of y/n, strangers to lovers,not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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I walked back to my room. I plop onto my big bed, burying my head deeper and deeper into the silk sheets. Why tf did I say yes? He’s cocky, not even that famous, not rich?? Fuck…

It was too late now.

Anyways, I spend the afternoon shopping, trying to change my mind, and I definitely need to hide this from my dad.

⤷ 7pmˎˊ˗ Marty point of view!

I just finished training. I beat everyone as usual.

"hey Mickey Mouse, play with me!" Wally screamed through the dark room.

"Can’t right now, got to go"

"Come on man don’t lie to me, you have nothing to do, ya life borinnng"

"Nah really Wally! The presidential suite at the RITZ is waiting for me"

"Shut your bitch ass up"

"i swear"

"You prostitute Marty?"

"Ugh no! Listen.."

I walk with Wally to the corner of the room

"The asshole, he got a daughter, hot as fuck man. She offered me her room, fucking luxurious one"

Wally side hug me friendly

"Proud of you Mickey, really! Finally doing some real shit. You know what? Hop in my taxi, I’m offering"

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It was like 8pm now, I was eating with my dad and his colleagues. I was bored to death, their conversation was like : "2000$ on the Japanese one" "3500$ on the English" "we need a new strategy for.."

Since they were drinking for the fifth time in an hour I decided to text Marty, under the table, I start writing :

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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You were the daughter of one of the organizers of the table tennis championship. Even if table tennis wasn’t your thing you still decided to follow your dad through the world. could be fun?

Part 2 here <3

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⋮ ⌗ ┆𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌 : Marty Mauser x reader, kiss, swearing, use of y/n, strangers to lovers, first meeting, not historically accurate, text and real life ff.

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a/n : English is not my first language #Tw french. Old writer on wattpad so yeahh idk Marty supreme was so good ok bye :) (imagine phone existed in the 50’s lol)

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You were walking silently in the corridor when you heard a male voice following your dad’s one, seemed heated.

" fuck you guys! You don’t estimate my talent??"

I leaned on the wall, trying to hear what the argument was about.

"I want to stay in THIS hotel, not the fuckass motel"

I chuckled, a bit too loud.. they both turned to me. My dad stared at me like he wanted to kill the next person who entered this room. The man smirked at me, his dimples were showing. Who is that?

" Mr Mauser you should go.. NOW

The man cursed under his breath before walking away from the room

My dad sighed "Sorry about that, those americans I swear”

I shrugged and walked away, lowkey hopping for catching him. I’d never seen someone talking to my dad like that. He was outside, calling someone, then he saw me. He smirked again and walked… to me?

"Sorry bout that I’m not like that it’s just this asshole, i swear to god he deserves to be spanked with a paddle!!"

"The man from earlier?" I ask

"Yes"

"Mhh yeah, my dad, I think he deserves it too"

Mr Mauser gulped, apparently not aware he was a relative of mine.

"That’s your father? Fuck sorry, I’m sorry"

"It’s fine, he is"

"What?"

"An asshole, I’ve always hated how he treats the players"

He started laughing loudly.

"What’s your name anyways?"

"Y/n, l/n. Mr Mauser right?"

"Call me Marty, please, less professional"

"Ohh, you are THE Marty Mauser, the american one right?"

"The one and only"

"Oh yeah, my dad hates you sooo bad, team Endo"

Marty clenched his jaw, like saying the Japanese player’s name was a curse.

"Anyways, got to go since your dad doesn’t want me to sleep nice, I have to find a proper bed"

"A bed? Come to mine, I have a presidential suite, we definitely can sleep there, the two of us"

"Shut up you’re joking??"

"No really"

Marty came closer, he cupped my face between his large hands and pecked my lips, quickly and jokingly.

"I love you y/n, here, my number. See you tonight! Bye!! Thank you!!!!"

We exchanged our phone number and then he walked away, almost running, full of hopes

I looked at him, highkey regretting what I just said. Why the fuck did I say that???

No time to overthink, he was already thanking me..again