#sugartie

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Sugar : You know what they say: under every great man is a great woman.

Artie : Don’t you mean behind every man…?

Sugar : Oh, you’re dirty!

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Sugar : [Meeting the rest of the New Directions] Are these your relatives?

Artie : My.. relatives— what kind of gene pool- never mind.

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Sugar : Artie, this relationship has been the best seven hours of my whole life.

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Artie : Sugar you’ve never worked a day in your life.

Sugar : I’m working hard on not slapping you silly, does that count?

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Sugar : Guys are like mosquitoes, they go around to all these girls saying the same stuff...

Sugar : The worst part? We actually believe it.

Artie : ...I hate when mosquitoes do that.

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Sugar about Artie : I still think he’s hot.

Santana : I guess, in a sick Victorian boy kind of way

Sugar : Ooh, yeah. I want to feed him soup.

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Sam : Sugar is not into you. She has a type.

Artie : What type?

Sam : Don’t make me say it..

Artie : Are you saying I’m not a handsome guy?

Sam : See! It’s mean right?

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Artie : What happens if there’s a fire?

Sugar : Artie, you know my plan in an emergency is just to count to ten and wait for death’s embrace.

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A NECESSARY INTRODUCTION

This is Artie Abrams. He is 21 years old, currently a Junior at McKinley and his concentration is UTP. His sexuality is UTP, and it is said he looks like Kevin McHale. Lucky for you he is open.

WHO WILL I BE? ITS UP TO ME

For Artie, the memory of walking is one that seems almost like a dream. After being in a car accident at a young age that left him paralyzed from the waist down, he often wishes he was just born this way. At least then he wouldn’t know what he’s missing.

Being bound to a wheelchair hasn’t hindered his ability to do anything. If anything, it’s made him closer to his mother, and has taught him to look at the world from a more positive lens, and to work harder. It has also helped shape his confidence and learn how to stick up for himself.

Aside for glee club, Artie chose to stay at McKinley due to his love of film. Movies had been an escape for him as a young child, and when he realized he could make them, it quickly became his dream. He hopes that attending McKinley will help set him apart from other students trying to break into the buisness once he graduates college.

THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY

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THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK

Brittany Pierce (+): When Brittany and Artie were in The New Directions together the year prior they grew incredibly close, especially after Artie’s break up with Tina. So close, in fact, that Artie ended up losing his virginity to Brittany while working as duet partners one night. Nothing came of that night, aside from a few dates, and now the two have put that behind them and remain friends.

Mike Chang (+/-): Mike and Artie have always been civil with each other, but with the only thing connecting them being glee club, they didn’t talk very much. After Artie and Tina broke up, Mike and Tina began what you could call a flirtation ship, and it has made the air between Artie and Mike just a tad bit awkward, to say the least.

Tina Cohen Chang (+/-): Artie and Tina dated last year, and their relationship was a close one. The breakup surprised everyone, even Artie. He felt they were as strong as ever, but after Tina went to Asian Camp and grew closer to Mike, she realized she and Artie had grown apart, and she had lost those feelings of love she once had for them. The two are ‘friends’ and still talk, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t awkward, and Artie doesn’t still wonder what happened.

Sugar Motta (+/-): Artie first noticed Sugar during the glee club auditions, and while she wasn’t the best singer, something about her still called to him. Sugar, however, hasn’t taken much notice in Artie. Because of how the New Directions dismissed her, she pays their group little to no attention, sparing Artie, at most, a wave or smile when they pass each other in the hallway.

IS IT LOVE? BABY DON’T HURT ME

Ships: Up to Player Anti Ships: Up to Player

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asking for a friend... any artie's out there?

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tags: f!reader, non-explicit smut

"How come ya don't call me 'boyfie'?"

You look up from the screen of your phone where it rests beside your half-eaten plate of food, meeting Atsumu's gaze on the other side of the breakfast table. His brow is pinched, a little pout puckering his lips. He looks distraught and petulant.

"Why would I ever call you that?" you ask him, bewildered by the strange question he's asked you in the middle of your otherwise peaceful morning meal.

Atsumu's lips part in a look of shock, as though wounded by your dry rebuttal. He picks up his own phone, shoving it towards your face across the table. There's a sweet, perfectly filtered picture of one of his fellow VLeague players and their partner on the screen, but he's waving the phone around too much for you to properly glean more than that.

"People call their boyfriends 'boyfie' all the time! See?"

You push his hand away gently, rolling your eyes.

"You don't call me girlfie," you say dismissively, reaching for your cup of coffee.

"No but I all ya lots of other cute names, like baby or honey or darling or doll or sugarti-"

"I never asked you to call me those," you point out, interrupting him mid-recitation. His cheeks puff out indignantly.

"But ya never call me anything cute! Just my name!"

You smile a little.

"Isn't that nice though? That I can call you by your name?" you ask him over the brim of your cup.

He thinks about it for a second.

"No, not really," he says decisively, and you resist the urge to groan. "Everyone's always called me by my name cause 'a stupid Samu."

You've never really considered that before. To most people, given names are something intimate to be shared only with those closest to them--but because of Atsumu's upbringing with a twin he's always just been Atsumu.

You sigh a little, setting your cup down.

"Alright," you say, your tone resigned.

"Yer gonna call me boyfie?" Atsumu brightens up, a smile curling at his previously-downturned lips.

"Absolutely not," you say with a resolute shake of your head. "But I'm open to other suggestions."

Atsumu purses his lips. "Like...?"

You shrug. "You're the one hell-bent on a pet name, you come up with something."

And so that's how the two of you end up poring over a trashy web article called '90 Cute Nicknames for Boyfriends That Go Way Beyond "Darling"' over the breakfast table as your food grows cold.

"Pookie?" Atsumu asks.

"No," you reply immediately, "that sounds like something you'd name a pet."

"Puppy?"

"What did I just say?"

"Pudding?"

"Who wrote this, Samu?"

"Stud?"

"Ew."

"Dream boat?"

"You wish," you shoot down with a snort.

"Wuvy?" Atsumu tries one last time.

"Atsumu, I would rather die," you say, bracing your hands on the table's edge.

"Baby, that's the whole list!" Atsumu complains, setting his phone down next to his all-but-forgotten breakfast. He crosses his arms over his chest. "90 nicknames and we couldn't find a single one fer you ta call me!"

"Atsumu," you say gently, and he peeks up at you resentfully through his unfairly long eyelashes, quickly looking away again.

"Atsumu," you repeat yourself, but he doesn't spare you another glance.

You pick yourself up from your seat, rounding the table until you're beside him, though he's still stubbornly refusing to meet your gaze. You take his chin in your hand and tip his face up towards you.

"Atsumu," you breathe, one last time, and you can't help but notice that the tips of his ears have gone pink. "Are you mad at me?"

His tongue peeks out from between his lips to moisten them, his eye flickering across your features. You take his momentary distraction to sit yourself upon his lap--a tight squeeze with the table behind you, though you manage.

"Are you mad?" you repeat again.

He shakes his head a little. "I just want ya ta have a cute name fer me so I know ya really love me." His words are quiet with you so close to him, his hands gently coming to rest at the curve of your waist to hold you steady atop his thighs.

You dip down and press a kiss to the corner of his frown, then a second to the centre. You can taste the orange juice he'd been sipping with his breakfast with each press of your mouth to his.

"I can show you that I really love you just by calling you by your name, if you'll let me," you murmur against his lips, and his grip on your waist tightens a little firmer.

"Yeah?" he asks, all breath.

"Yeah," you say as you kiss him again, a little deeper this time than before.

And maybe he's right in saying that everyone always calls him by his name, but the way that you say it is different.

Atsumu.

Breathless underneath him as the two of you topple into bed, the pyjamas you'd worn to sleep falling into discarded heaps on your bedroom floor.

Atsumu.

Devoted and pleading and desperate as you cling to him, hands greedy and pulse thrumming as you toss your head back so he can suck a little harder against the column of your throat.

Atsumu.

The hiss of the 's' in name as your eyes roll back.

Atsumu.

The way it slurs a little into something vaguely incoherent when he slots his mouth to yours.

Atsumu.

The gentle way you murmur it as you card your fingers through his dishevelled hair, your warm bodies tangled together in the blankets that had barely had time to cool while you ate your breakfast--left abandoned on the table a room away. The sunlight is streaking in through the curtains now, nearly midday where it had once been early morning. But neither of you feel any pull to leave the stillness and the warmth of each other's embrace.

Yeah. Different.

And maybe he's okay with you just calling him Atsumu after all.

[acuppellarpads]

A CUP-PELLA ♬                                  coffee, food, and live music.

Owned by the always friendly (and seldom sober) April Rhodes, A Cup-pella is a tiny coffee shop in which the only thing more mismatched than the random assortment of furniture and decor is the clientele. And yet, just like an obscenely pink feathered lampshade somehow manages to work right next to a sensible Chesterfield, April’s regulars have become a family. Some came for a much needed caffeine fix, and others in search of a part-time job. Some treat April’s tiny stage as their own personal trampoline to the Grammys, and others just want to enjoy the show. But whatever their reasons to open that bright yellow door for the first time, the truth is it now feels a bit like home.

                      A Glee + OC girls RP. Open since July 2017.

                                 MAIN ♪ PLOT ♪ RULES ♪ NAVIGATION ♪ MASTERLIST

[acuppellarpads]

A CUP-PELLA ♬                                  coffee, food, and live music.

Owned by the always friendly (and seldom sober) April Rhodes, A Cup-pella is a tiny coffee shop in which the only thing more mismatched than the random assortment of furniture and decor is the clientele. And yet, just like an obscenely pink feathered lampshade somehow manages to work right next to a sensible Chesterfield, April’s regulars have become a family. Some came for a much needed caffeine fix, and others in search of a part-time job. Some treat April’s tiny stage as their own personal trampoline to the Grammys, and others just want to enjoy the show. But whatever their reasons to open that bright yellow door for the first time, the truth is it now feels a bit like home.

                      A Glee + OC girls RP. Open since July 2017.

                                 MAIN ♪ PLOT ♪ RULES ♪ NAVIGATION ♪ MASTERLIST