#tennis table

[mnluvyaaa]

⋆. 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

[livsoulsecrets]

I find it adorable Bruna Takahashi and Hugo Calderano, respectively #20 and #6 in the world ranking for Table Tennis, are dating and she is posting the updates for his matchs on her Instagram, truly running the PR for him haha

Bruna has sadly been eliminated from the Olympics, but she has made the best campaign for Brazilian Women’s Tennis Table in Olympics. Hugo plays the semifinals tomorrow, and he has also done the best campaign so far for Brazilian Men’s Tennis Table in Olympics—beating his own best mark

[d33-alex]

That's cold! ❄️

[aborddelimpala]

April 6th | World Tennis Table Day

[royalchildreneurope]

Prince Louis of Luxembourg and Prince Gabriel of Nassau celebrate the 3rd place of the Federation Luxemburgoise Table Tennis in Houston, during a reception at The Coque in Kirchberg, Luxembourg -December 16th 2021.

📷 : Sophie Margue/Cour Grand-Ducale Luxembourg.

[godwantsit]

[aniko5595]

Pingpong concrete table by AtelierB par Anik Ouellet Via Flickr : #AtelierB #concrete This conversation piece does triple duty as conference room table, dining room table, or—with the addition of a removable, customizable galvanized steel separator—as a ping-pong table. photo: Maxim Brouillet

[mnluvyaaa]

⋆. 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

──── ୨୧ ────🏓 ──── ୨୧ ─────🏓

⋮ ⌗ ┆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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@starsh4ped 🫡