#mark estapa blurb

[bbrissonn]

𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚

in which after going live with rutger on the umich insta account, your boyfriend comes home with new nickname

warnings: slight mention of sex at the end, not proofread

pairing: mark estapa x reader

your eyes slowly opened as a bunch of guys could be hear entering the house. you had fallen asleep shortly after mark left, leaving a little later than the others since he wasn't practicing. you knew they were having their turkey showdown today, so the boys who lived in the house would be extra agitated when they got back.

"dude, im being honest, gavo had the best technic to level the ice." you heard your boyfriend's voice as the group appeared in the doorway of the living room. "hi, babe." the boy added with a smile when his eyes landed on your frame. you yawned strongly, blinking multiple times as you pushed yourself up from your laying position before sending them a wave.

"how was your turkey thing?" you mumbled as all the boys, including some who didn't live here, settled down on the multiple couches. mark sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder, making you lean your head against his shoulder.

"you weren't on the live?" rutger asked, a frown on his face.

"do i look like i was on the live, rutger." you sassed, hinting at your appearance, and the fact that you had just woken up. your answer made a couple of the guys chuckle, including mark.

"you look like you got ran over." the nebraska native answered with a smirk, and soon a pillow flew his way.

"you look cute, baby." mark mumbled in your ear so only you could hear. you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

"papa estapa had a lot of fun." frank said from besides rutger, making all of the guys laugh once again. meanwhile, a look of confusion grew on your face as mark's face turned a bright shade of red.

"papa who now?"

"papa estapa." he repeated, only making all of them laugh even more.

"uhm... do i even wanna know?" you questioned, smiling awkwardly while mark avoided eye contact.

"you'd know if you were on the live."

"rutger, don't make me hit you." you warned him, already tired of the way he was acting.

"someone on the live commented that." mark answered your question, only making all of them laugh even harder.

"lots of girls like your papa estapa, y/n/n." rutger joked, and this time mark was able to stop you before throwing another pillow his way.

"you don't even live here!"

"papa estapa invited me." the blond boy said. he knew he was pushing your buttons, and that mark would give him hell for it the next, but he didn't care. he found the whole situation funny, especially since he was the one who found the comment, and your reaction was making it even better.

"whatever, im going to the bathroom." you mumbled harshly before standing up from your spot and exiting the living room. all of the boy's laughter died down when they saw the look on mark's face, who was staring straight into rutger's soul.

"didn't invite you over so you could be an asshole to my girlfriend, mcgroarty." mark said, his tone firm and strict. it wasn't until then that rutger realized how badly he has messed up. before he had the chance to say anything, mark was following in your footsteps.

when he made it up the stairs, he was the bathroom door wide open, while his was completely closed. he slowly approached it, knocking softly on it.

"baby, it's just me. can i come in?" the boy asked. when he heard you slur out a yes, he quietly entered the bedroom. you were laying in the middle of his bed, blankets thrown over your body so only your head was pecking out. "im sorry 'bout rut."

"don't be. i should've have lost my cool like that. they're all gonna think im a bitch now." you whispered as mark joined you under the warmth of the blankets. your head landed on his chest quickly as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"you're always a little grumpy when you wake up, especially if you get woken up. rutger knows that, he did it to himself." the room was silent after that, marks eyes slowly starting to close, while yours remained wide open.

"did someone actually call you papa estapa?" you asked, trying your best to hide your giggle. your question made mark's eyes fly open, chuckling lightly when he realized you were smiling against his chest.

"yeah."

"does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"baby, my insta account is pretty much a fan page of you at this point. im sure she knows."

"good. 'cause you're my papa estapa." you answered, pushing yourself off his chest and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

"is that so?" your boyfriend asked with a cocky smirk when the two of you pulled away.

"not in that way, weirdo."

"but i could be."

"im not calling you papa estapa while we're having sex, mark!"

#bri writes #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

[hearts4hughes]

DON’T BLAME ME | MARK ESTAPA

nora’s bday celly | fem!reader x mark estapa

summary: in which someone runs there mouth about you on the ice and mark doesn’t let him get away with it. (1.0k words)

warnings: mentions of fighting/blood, injuries, angst with an adorable ending

author note: i love mark estapa!!

A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd at YOST Ice Arena. Your brows furrowed as you stood up, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening on the ice. People crowded around you in the suite— Mark had gifted you the tickets before the game.

“Is that Mark?” A boy asked, turning to his friend. His friend nodded with a chuckle in response.

Your heart dropped.

You pushed to the balcony of the box as your eyes widened. On the ice stood Mark and a player from Michigan State. Mark held onto the boy’s jersey whilst he threw bare knuckle punches at him. The camera of the jumbotron zoomed in which only emphasized Mark’s furious features.

“What’s going on?” Alison asked from behind you. Her hand rested comfortably on your shoulder. “Oh my god.” Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you responded.

Blood dripped from Mark’s nose— the Michigan State player had caught him square in the nose with a strong fist. However, the rest of the blood splattered on his face and jersey was from the player below him. Viciously, he hammered his fist into the boy’s face repeatedly. Referees and players from both teams crowded the two, tugging at Mark’s jersey in an attempt to stop him.

Finally, one of the referees planted both of his hands on Mark and forcefully pulled him away. As he was escorted towards the penalty box, he began shouting at the player who was uncontrollably bleeding.

“Don’t you ever talk about her again!” His booming voice reverberated throughout the arena. Everyone fell silent.

“He’s talking about you.” Alison said. You both exchanged a shocked glance at each other.

Your ears began ringing and the hair on your neck stood up. You couldn’t help but blush something fierce as you avoided the judging eyes of everyone around you.

You weren’t embarrassed of Mark fighting— honestly his fighting flicked on a switch inside of you that you recognized all too well- you were merely shocked that he was fighting over you.

What had the Michigan State player said about you?

Luck had seemed to be in your favor as the game had less than two minutes left in regulation. As the buzzer sounded throughout the arena, declaring a 4-2 win for UMICH, you let out a breath that you’d trapping. Quickly, you fled the arena’s suite and into the open halls of YOST.

The echoes of the crowd's cheers were now replaced with the hushed murmurs from individuals waiting outside of the team’s locker room.

You had convinced Alison to head home after the game with many reassurances that you were ok to wait alone. Now you leaned against the cold, painted brick of the arena, picking at your nails in an attempt to silence your whirlwind of thoughts.

“Y/N,” Ethan called out. You picked your head up and sent Ethan a smile.

“Good game!” You cheered as you opened your arms, allowing Ethan to give you a quick hug. “How’s Mark?” Your tone was laced with urgency and anxiety. Subconsciously, you picked at your cuticles, ignoring the burning sensation of pain as you ripped at your skin.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head with a tight lipped grin. “He’s fine, don’t worry.” His words were assuring and comforting. “But I can’t say the same for the guy he was fighting. He managed to skate to the bench, but he looked pretty banged up as he went down to the locker room.”

“God,” you mumbled. Mark’s gotten into his fair share of fights and scrums, but never one that has injured a player this badly.

“I know. I was surprised they didn’t eject Marky, he dodged a bullet with that one.” he said.

“What happened that made Mark so mad?” Your question hung in the air. Ethan’s face revealed his hesitancy to tell you.

“You should ask Mark that.” He shrugged. With that he nodded his head and left you standing there. It wasn’t his place to say what had happened.

As Ethan’s figure disappeared into the sea of people, you were left to ponder over Mark’s actions. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as you waited for Mark to emerge from the locker room. Finally, the door swung open and out came Mark. Small cuts adorned his flushed cheeks as well as a dark bruise around the bridge of his nose.

“Mark.” You called out as he locked eyes with you. As you stood before him, your eyes scanned his face. “Oh, babe, you’re all beat up.” Your lips dropped into a frown.

“You should see the other guy.” He smirked, his voice laced with pride. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a bone crushing hug. On your tallest tiptoes, you melted into his embrace.

“Mark,” you began, your voice hesitant, “what happened out there?” He hummed, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck.

“Just some douchebag talking shit.”

You pulled back from the hug, staring deeply into his eyes. “I know there’s more to the story. Everyone heard what you shouted at him.”

He sighs, shaking his head and looking upwards towards the ceiling. “He said something about you that he had absolutely no right to say. It was disgusting and I couldn’t stand there and let him get away with it.” His jaw was clenched as he looked at me with fiery eyes.

You were taken aback by his confession. Mark put himself in harm's way to defend you. Your heart melted into a puddle while your limbs felt like jello.

Suddenly, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He slowly began kissing you back, smiling ever so slightly into the intimate kiss.

“Thank you.” You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.

He grinned in awe of you. His features softened as a pink blush painted his cheeks. “I’d do anything for you.” He admitted quietly.

#nora's writings 💐 #nora’s birthday celly! #hearts4hughes #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #umich hockey

[sunkissed-zegras]

☕️… and mr mark estapa

sexy ass mofo, he literally just looks like his d game is AMAZING. morning sex is my fav thing in the world tbh, sets the mood for the whole day LMAO

nsfw under the cut!! read at your own discretion!!!!!

the sunlight from outside shone brightly through your bedroom curtains, as the birds chirped loudly outside. this was your favorite time ─ before all the chaos of the day begins, you found solace in the early morning peace.

mark laid next to you, quietly resting. you always woke up before him, going on your phone and watching some tiktok before the day started. no matter how many people told you how 'toxic' it was to begin your day with social media, you couldn't even force yourself to care.

you turned to your side, charging your phone as you started to scroll on your phone. you felt mark shuffle behind you, and suddenly his arm snaked around you. you smiled softly as he moved his face into the crook of your neck.

"good morning, sleepy head."

mark hummed in response, still half asleep. as you continued scrolling, you felt him pull you closer into his chest and you were hit with something hard right on your backside. you were slightly shocked but slowly relaxed as he kept still.

you smiled softly as he begun moving impossibly closer to you, until your back was directly on his chest. "mark,"

"hmm?" he responded, innocently. you could feel his smirk on your neck as he began slowly moving his crotch right on your backside and you felt yourself become slightly more turned on.

he moved one of his hands on your hips to keep you still as he kept moving his crotch back and forth for some friction. "mark," you repeated, more desperate this time.

"shh, sweetheart." he responded quietly. "i got you, just relax for me, 'kay?"

you nodded as he pushed down your shorts, moving his other hand to slowly start playing with your clit. you were already wet, you didn't even need any more prep. you started rutting your hips towards his hand, desperate for more friction.

"relax sweetheart, shh." he rasped in your ear, starting to kiss your neck and you moaned in response.

"need you, now, mark. please," you whimpered impatiently.

he slowly slid his fingers out, moving away for a few seconds to grab his erect shaft and slowly start to tease your entrance with it. you couldn't help but moan at the feeling, shutting your eyes to ground yourself. he let out a soft groan at the feeling, too, as his face moved closer into your neck.

he put one hand on your hip as the other led his shaft to your pussy, slowly bottoming you out with one push. you felt so whole, so filled up, as you gripped his hand to have some type of grounding as you felt yourself shake.

mark was still for a couple, letting you adjust to the stretch as he gripped your hip tightly. he slowly started pumping in and out of you, quickening his pace as he kept thrusting.

you shut your eyes and kept moaning with every thrust, gripping his hand. "mark!"

he kept he slamming into you, his pace quickly becoming more desperate. the whole bed had become shaking with every thrust and you were sure anybody in the house right now surely could hear the commotion.

you felt him twitch inside you and you felt yourself clench instinctively, moaning at the feeling.

"i'm close, baby," he moaned in your ear and you nodded in response, not trusting yourself to be able to speak any words.

after a few more hard thrusts, you felt yourself climax quickly. you let out a squeal of pleasure and a few more thrusts, mark was there with you.

you both laid there breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. mark moved his head from your neck to grab your chin softly, pulling you for a soft kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

#── ✦ 𝐞𝐯'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲! #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #nhl oneshot #hockey #umich fic #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich smut #mark estapa x you #mark estapa x oc #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa smut #mark estapa fic

[huggybearluvr]

HIII I LOVEE YOU SOO MUCH!!! Can you please writr something for mark estapa? Thank you

believe me now? | me94

pairing: mark estepa x actress!reader

summary: After your new movie was finished. You decided now would be the best time to fly out and see your lovely Boyfriend Mark. While neither of you openly posted your relationship you didn't hid it either. The boys however never believed Mark when he opened up about dating the Y/n Y/l/n.

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yourusername Bye LA, I have someone special to see <3

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florencepugh I'm gonna miss you :(

yourusername I'll be back soon!! promise

markestepa MY GIRL IS COMING TO MICHIGAN

lukehughes bro this is embarassing.

ethanedwards your actually delusional its kinda scary

dylanduker this is sad

jackhughes he's still keeping up with this shit?

lukehughes its getting worse dude

markestepa SHE'S LITERALLY MY GF @yourusername please help me

yourusername do I know you?

lukehughes this just got even more embarassing...

dylanduker her responding might make him even more delulu.

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markestepa BELIEVE ME NOW?! also y/n I love you so much, thank you for coming and visiting me, I am so beyond proud of you!

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lukehughes HOLY SHIT

markestepa HA

dylanduker HE'S NOT DELUSIONAL

yourusernmae no he still kinda is lols

ethanedwards WTF HOW DID HE PULL HER

markestepa That I don't know

rutgermcgroaty I AM IN DISBELIEF

lucafantilli HOLY BALLS

maki.samo WHAT THE ACTUALLY SHIT

adamfantilli HOW. HOW. HOW.

yourusername he's so boyfriend thats how

markestepa that makes no sense but so much sense at the same time.

rutgermcgroaty Teach me your ways pleeassssseeee

markestepa I got you bro

jackhughes literally how @trevorzegras he pulled your celebrity crush...

trevorzegras HOW TF

yourusername I love you, Mark <3

#mark estapa #mark estepa x reader #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa fic #mark estapa smut

[cobrakaisb]

a dazzling haze and chocolate chip pancakes

summary: mark wants to introduce you to his friends, just not at this very moment

word count: 1.02k

the warm glow of the sunlight streaming through mark’s window causes her to shift in her sleep. she turns her head, sinking further into the comforter and boyfriend’s arms. he hums softly, arm tightening ever so slightly around her waist as her face buried into his bare shoulder. it’s quiet and peaceful, two words that aren’t typically associated with the sophomore hockey house.

“estapa, what do you want from…oh shit,” one of the guys, mark’s roommates, shouts as he barges into the room.

mark groans, his face burying deeper into the crook between her neck and shoulder. “edwards. get the fuck out,” he says, voice groggy and filled with sleep. 

edwards, or ethan, laughs before saying, “just letting you know we’re ordering breakfast. text me what you and your girl want.” she feels mark’s mouth open, as if to argue with his friend, but the boy has already left, closing the door behind him. 

it takes a minute for mark to catch his bearings, but when he does, he turns to face her. she stares into his brown eyes for a minute, comforter still pulled up to her chin, protecting her exposed skin from the cold air and replacing the warmth from his body heat. after a minute of just staring, she feels a smile break out onto her face. “your girl, huh?” she teases, watching as his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. 

“like you didn’t already know,” he responds, moving just enough so that his forehead rests against hers. her smile widens, and she closes her eyes, basking in their proximity. “you should text your friend our order,” she says, breaking their serenity. “you don’t even know where we order from,” he answers. she shrugs, “how hard is it to make chocolate chip pancakes?” 

he sighs, arms reaching for her as she tries to sit up in the bed. “mark,” she warns, trying to pry his arms away. “can’t we just stay in bed a little longer?” he begs, his face hiding in the divot between her shoulder blades. “your friends are ordering us breakfast. besides, weren’t you just talking about how you wanted me to integrate into your little group?” she says, raising an eyebrow, even though he can’t see it. he groans, letting go of her waist as she stands up from the bed. he can’t help but stare at the marks from last night, watching with a satisfied smirk as she throws on one of his t-shirts. 

“do you still have a pair of my running shorts here?” she asks, walking over to his bureau to look for them. “they should be in the top left drawer, babe. with all your other stuff,” he mumbles, getting up from the bed to put on a pair of gray sweatpants. she scours around in the drawer, eventually finding a pair to slip on. “let me just brush my teeth, then we can go down,” she says, coming to stand next to him. her hand holds onto his bicep as she stands on her tip-toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. then, she’s gone. 

“took you long enough. what do you want? we’re waiting for you,” one of the four boys says as the couple walks into the kitchen. she assumes he’s the one that woke them up originally, but she’s not quite sure. “sorry eddy. she had to get dressed,” mark explains, a cheeky grin on his face. her mouth falls open, a look of betrayal and disbelief crossing her face. “me? you’re the one who didn’t want to get out of bed!” she shouts, pointing a finger at him. mark flushes as all the boys laugh at his expense. 

“sorry for wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. sue me,” he defends, holding up his hands. “please, you spent all night together. i could hear you,” another one of the boys says. he was taller with a head of curly brown hair. she flushes at his statement, arms hugging her torso as she rocks on her heels. “good job hughesy, you made her uncomfortable,” another hockey player, this one shorter than the rest, says as he slaps hughesy on the shoulder. the latter grimaces, before mumbling out an apology.      

“anyways, i’m ethan, mark’s best friend and roommate,” the first guy introduces himself. she smiles at him, watching as the others say their names: mackie, dylan, and luke. by the time they’re done, mark is standing behind her, hands clutching at her waist. “i’m y/n, mark’s girlfriend,” she says, giving them a shy wave. 

“oh we know, he doesn’t shut up about you, tutor girl,” mackie teases. she giggles at his words, poking at mark’s abdomen. “knew you liked me,” she whispers. he shakes his head, a smile on his face from her words. “uh duh! he raves about you. speaking of, i have a paper due in a couple days, could you help me with it?” dylan asks. before she can answer, mark does it for her, “get your own tutor, she’s mine.”

“oh she’s mine, she’s mine. what happened to sharing is caring? or were you absent from preschool that day?” luke sasses, and she snorts at his words. her hand comes up to cover her mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but her shaking shoulders give her away. mark pinches her side, in good nature, and she jerks away from him. “it was funny,” she says, giving him a pointed look. 

“it was not funny,” he replies, pouting like a preschooler. “aw baby don’t be sad, want me to kiss your boo-boo? will that make it better?” she teases, a mischievous look in her eyes. his pout deepens, and his arms cross against his chest. “please.” she sighs, but gets on her toes, arms wrapping around his neck to keep her balance. his hands find her waist, holding her steadily against him. the second their lips connect, gagging echoes throughout the room. 

“get a room please.”

“we don’t need last night part two.”

they laugh, putting some distance between themselves. “i really like your friends,” she whispers, and he just smiles.

#oth au with mark #oth au #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #cobrakaisb writing

[hazybisou]

ONE CHANCE

fic

reader x mark estapa

summary: for weeks, mark has been trying to get y/n to go out with him but he always got a ‘no’. that all changes one night when she admits she’s developed feelings for him after a game.

a/n: literally i got like four drafts rn so have patience with your girl here

you had been sitting in the same spot for 43 minutes and 32 seconds but who’s counting? obviously, you were. as much as you enjoyed your intro to business course, you were tired and were just yearning to go to your apartment. the idea of lying in bed and doing nothing but binge-watch “New Girl” and cuddling up into your blanket was sounding very, very tempting to you. god wasn’t on your side today.

you finished up taking the final bit of notes you needed before you closed your notebook with a sigh of relief. there was approximately 12 minutes left of class and then you’d be free. to kill time you had begun to scroll through instagram.

at the beginning of the year, your professor had gone over the rules and expectations. one of them included how if you were to finish early, for the reminder of class you could just hang out till you were dismissed as long as you wouldn’t distract your peers.

eventually you got tired of instagram which is when you switched to doodling on the back of your notebook. it was quite relaxing actually. to be able to do whatever you pleased. in between classes, you has always loved going into the courtyard and sitting under a tree, whether it be listening to music or drawing, you had found that time to be peaceful. just like now.

in the midst of sketching a rose, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned your head and were met with four grinning faces: johnny druskinis, luca fantilli, luke hughes, and mark estapa. they were known around campus for playing for umich’s mens ice hockey team. to many, they were considered to be royalty, but to you? they were just a bunch of childish men who thought way too much of themselves. so what could they want with you?

“can i help you?” you asked, clearly annoyed with the situation already. the boys all looked at each other before they all spoke in unison, “yes.”

“okay…what is it that you need?”

mark was the first to speak, “for you to go out with me.”

silence.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. why the hell would some guy you barely talked to ever would want to go out with you? it made no sense. the most you’ve ever spoken to him was during your first semester and it was only to ask if you could borrow a pencil. even then, he wasn’t this weird.

“you’re kidding, right?” you really hoped they were. you hoped that this was all some sick joke.

he just shook his head, “no, i’m not.”

you squinted you eyes at him before slowly turning around and getting back to you drawing.

the fours boys looked at each other once again before one of them asked, “sooo is that a yes?” it was luke.

you turned your upper body toward them. “why are you asking me to go on a date with you if we’ve barely ever talked?” it's a valid question. no one goes up to a girl they’ve never had an interaction with before and just blatantly asks them out. unless you’re a cocky son of a bitch but other than that it has never happened.

“well first of all, i think you’re a nice person and second of all, you’re cute. ” mark stated.

you just stared at him for a good minute before turning around again. you tried to convince yourself that, that last comment he made hadn’t made you blush, but you could feel your cheeks get hot. “no.”

mark’s eyebrows furrowed before he turned to his teammates, “what do i do now? she said no.” you were still able to hear them but blocked them out as you continued to sketch the petals of the rose.

“man i don’t know! i’ve never had a girl reject me before, what do you want me to tell you?!” luca whispered-shouted and mark just rolled his eyes before turning back to you.

he had leaned forward and was right at your ear. “oh cmon, i’m not that bad of a person.”

you put your pencil down and just stared ahead before answering. “my answer’s still no,” you turned your head and that’s when you realized how close you were. you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up to your cheeks.

mark had noticed as he had a small smile plastered on his face. “please?” he begged like a little kid when they wanted something.

“you just won’t give up will you?” you knew he would keep pestering you about it until you’d yes but that’s not like you. you weren’t going to go out with some random guy you just met and expect it to go good. you wanna go out with someone who you know and have had moments with. and mark hadn’t checked either of those boxes.

“nope.”

you just smiled before turning around. your professor had dismissed the class and you quickly picked up before walking out of there and heading to you apartment, wanting to forget about what had just happened.

he was cute but that’s all you had to say about him.

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it was finals week and you had a huge exam coming up. every chance you got, you’d be going over your notes, reading your textbook, highlighting and writing more notes down. it was a pain in the ass. which is why currently, you were sitting at a table booth in the far corner at some cafe near campus.

you had your headphones on, listening to your playlist you had created for occasions like this. you were singing the lyrics to yourself, not wanting to make so much noise as you were in public and it’d be embarrassing if someone had heard you sing. you were in the middle of highlighting a paragraph when you felt the cushion dip, signaling someone had sat next to you.

you grab your headphones and wrapped them around your neck as you turned to face the perosn who had decided to sit next to you.

it was mark.

you had no idea why you were even surprised. for the past month, he had been trying to get you to go on a date with him. always sitting near you in class, passing you notes as if you were in high school again and sometimes, he would even leave a flower bouquet on your doorstep with a little note. it always said something along the lines of, ‘beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl -mark’ and if you were to be honest, it made you feel something inside.

you tilted your head a bit as you looked at him in confusion. “what are you doing estapa?” you already knew the answer to your question. normally, you’d want the conversation between the two of you to end the second he’d start talking to you but today you felt like talking to him like you would with anyone else.

“sitting down to talk to you,” he answered before scooting closer and leaning forward to look at why you had been doing. he just raised an eyebrow before he leaned back to look at you. “finals?”

“yeah, it’s been a pain in my ass recently and if i don’t pass this upcoming test, my life is practically over” you remarked as you gestured to your stuff laid out over the table. “it’s just been a stressful week and i’ve barely has time to do anything but study.”

mark only smiled. “i know something that can relieve the stress.” mark noticed how you perked up at the statement.

“oh, please! literally anything would help all my worries go away.”

“tomorrow night, go out with me.” mark inquired. you should’ve seen it coming. at this point all conversations with mark had ended in him asking you out and you giving him the answer, ‘no’.

you sighed as you put your head in your hands. “mark,” you stopped yourself before you could go any further.

mark had turned his body towards you, “oh cmon y/n. just one chance, i’ll make it worth your while.”

“i can’t. i have to study and you should be doing the same.” you said as you picked up your highlighter again and began to resume your reading.

mark rolled his eyes at the mention of studying. “all you do is study. you know you’re allowed to go out at times, right?”

you ignored his comments and spoke up, “my answer’s no.”

“i won’t stop until you say yes.”

“then i guess you’ll be trying for a while.” you shot him a fake smile before returning to your reading.

he only shrugged, “that’s fine by me,” and with that he slid out of the booth and headed out.

what is it with this boy and insisting on taking you out? surely it was all a joke, a bet even, between his friends if he could get you to agree to go on a date with him or not. it had to be a joke.

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it was friday night meaning you had finished all your exams and were happily laying in bed, wanting to relax. you had ‘New Girl’ on and you were enjoying every second of it until your roommate aka your best friend, natalie, had barged into your room. you were pretty sure the door knob had left a hole in the wall.

“get up hoe, we have places to be.” she exclaimed as she began to raid your closet.

you sat up as you stared at her like she were a mad man. “what do you mean, ‘we have places to be’” you began thinking, trying to remember if you had something important to attend to. “did i forget about us having plans or something because i don’t-”

“no, we didn’t have plans but now we do. so get your ass out of bed and start getting ready.” she ushered you into the bathroom and she handed you a pair of light washed jeans, a white tank top and a maize zip up with a michigan beanie. now you were really confused.

natalie had taken out your makeup bag and began to take out your mascara, lip gloss, blush and many other things you didn’t even know you had. you grabbed her hands making her turn towards you. “where are we going?”

“to a hockey game.”

she can’t be serious.

“you can’t be serious.” she only smiled and shrugged before going out of your bathroom and into the living room.

“i’ll be waiting for you and you only have thirty minutes!” she shouted as she made her way to the couch. this bitch is crazy.

you had put on the outfit and began to do your makeup. you hair was already done from when you did it in the morning before your 8:00 am lecture. somehow it had stayed in tact, only a few baby hairs were sticking out but nothing you couldn’t fix with hair gel.

you finished up your makeup and started to put everything in the bag but you left it be as natalie had shouted you only have two minutes. it’d be cleaned up eventually.

you walked out of the bathroom and headed toward the living room where natalie was waiting for you. “can we go now?” natalie looked up form her phone and a grin spread across her face. she nodded her head and you both headed out the door.

on the walk to yost, you both had met up with some of the player’s girlfriends. you and natalie were friends with them and you all hanged out even if you have never been the biggest fan of the men’s hockey team.

a couple minutes later, you had all arrived to the arena and went inside before showing your tickets and heading towards the rink. you followed behind as you watched the boys warm up. you had thought you were to get seats up high where you could barely see the puck, but to your luck, you had front row seats to the game.

you all had began to talk when molly, adam fantilli’s girlfriend, spoke, “so y/n how’s your relationship going with mark?” all the girls turned towards you, some confused while others just had a smirk on their face. what relationship? you guys were just friends. well if you could call it that.

“our relationship?” you questioned. you weren’t even in one. although sometimes you wish you were. over the course of mark’s attempts to ask you out, you couldn’t help but develop some feeling for him. with the flower bouquets on your doorstep, the small conversations you’ve had with him, to him trying to sit near you in class, always staring at you, it made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

molly furrowed her eyebrows, “you’re not together?” you could only skate you head no, “that’s weird. adam keeps telling me about how mark wont shut up about you and how he can’t wait for you to go on a date with him soon.”

“i never agreed to go on a date with him.” you replied to her statement. had he been making up lies? “if anything, i keep telling him no whenever he asks me.”

“why?!”

“you should say yes!”

“he’s in love with you, you know.”

“you guys would be cute together.”

you just looked at all of them and playfully rolled your eyes. “i don’t know.”

“he’s always sending her flowers almost every day. we’re running out of vases to put them in.” natalie explained and they all started squealing, asking you about the whole situation.

you were too busy explaining the whole story from when mark first asked you in class till now that you hadn’t noticed a certain player staring at you from the ice.

mark couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you being here at his game. he was too busy staring that he hadn’t noticed that ethan and mackie had skated over to him when they noticed their friend had been in the same spot for a while. the pair followed his gaze and both smirked at each other when they realized who mark had been looking at the whole time.

ethan put a hand on his shoulder, “dude, you are whipped.” that seemed to snap mark out of his trance.

“what?” mark‘s face had turned a deep shade at red as he had been caught staring at you.

“are two dating or what?”

mark looked at mackie, “where’d you get that from?” he asked.

“for the last month, she’s all you ever talk about. kinda just assumed she was your girl.” mackie shrugged as he skated side to side.

“no way is that ever happening. i’ve asked her out more times than i can count and the answers always been no,” mark said as he moved to stand in front of the two, “i’ve given up hope at this point.”

“might as well try one more time.” ethan suggested as he looked over mark’s shoulder. “i mean she’s looking at you right now,” he pointed over to where you and all the girls were seated. mark turned around and you quickly looked back as you had been caught. “they’re giggling. and are back to looking at you.”

mark could only give him a look. “so what? that’s what they do.”

ethan and mackie looked at each other before they bursted out laughing. “what’s so funny now?”

“god you really are stupid.” ethan told mark who playfully pushed ethan. “she’s in love with you too.”

mark scoffed. “and how would you know?”

“because i heard her talking about you to her friends. she said how at first she was a little annoyed with you because she’d be in class and you would sit either in front or behind her just to ask her out. and then you started to send her flowers with a little note attached and you’d pass her notes in class telling her she looked pretty and how you loved her personality and shit and wow you’re in deep man.” ethan explained and mark got annoyed before gesturing for him to continue, “she couldn’t help but feel something inside. she started to develop feelings for you and now that she looks back at it, she wished she would have said yes to when you asked her if she’d go out with you-”

ethan couldn’t finish what he was saying as frank had called them over. mackie and ethan skated over to the bench, mark not too far behind.

throughout the whole game, mark kept thinking about you and what ethan had said. did you love him? had you said no all those times to avoid your feelings for him? many thoughts ran through his head. he had to ask you. just one more time and hopefully this time you’d admit your feelings to him instead of avoiding them.

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the boys had won and you were all waiting outside the locker room for the boys to come out. the group was talking about going out next weekend but you zoned out. the whole night you couldn’t help but think, ‘maybe telling mark no was a bad idea’ and you knew it was. when he came out of the locker room, you would tell him how you felt, no hesitation.

about ten minutes later, you could hear the boys all shouting and clapping. you all winced at the noise but soon it stopped and the boys had started to file out of the room, some saying hi while others just smirked as they passed by you. the boys went over to their girlfriends while you stood to the side, letting them have their moment when all of a sudden you heard you name being called.

you turned around and were meet with mark and the sophomores behind him. you were confused, majorly confused. “hi?”

“i’m only going to ask once. y/n will you please go on a date with me?” mark pleaded.

that was unexpected.

you stood there, frozen. you didn’t know what to say. well you did but with everyone around you just froze. mark waved a hand in front of you face. “y/n?”

“huh, what?”

he couldn’t help but smile, “will you go on a date with me?” you did the fist thing that came to mind, you went up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you leaned back and could see the blush on his face. “is that a yes or?”

“it’s a yes.”

everyone that was still there cheered and mark couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you as everyone had practically pounced on you both, celebrating mark’s success of you saying yes to a date.

“you know i like you right?” you broke the hug as you stared up at him. you nodded in response.

“i do mark. and it’s ok because i happen to like you as well.”

“i know.”

what did he mean he knew?

“what do you mean, ‘i know’?” you wondered as you pulled back.

“ethan told me earlier.” that little bitch.

you hid your head in his chest. “i’m gonna kill him.” you felt mark laugh.

“don’t be embarrassed. it’s okay. i mean i’ve loved you since i saw first saw you in class but was too much of a pussy to even talk to you so i just kept my distance. which is probably why you’ve always said no to all those times i asked.” mark said as you two began to walk out of yost behind everyone else.

“woah buddy, how about we keep the ‘i love you’s’ away until after that date.” you both chuckled. “i love you too. i have ever since you started sending over those flowers. and those notes you’d give me in class always made my day better. especially when i was having a shitty day which happened to be very often.” you both walked behind everyone. “i didn’t realize until a month later and now i wished i would’ve said yes sooner. it would’ve saved me all this trouble of denying my feelings for you when clearly i had loved you ever since you started to do all these things just to get me to say yes, which by way worked.” you smiled and he did too.

“i can tell. otherwise i wouldn’t do this.” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. your hands found his cheeks and his found your waist. you didn’t waste a second to respond. the kiss was slow but passionate. it was all you ever wanted. you pulled away and looked up at him. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before you heard mackie call out, “hey lovebirds, let’s go! we’re going to the bar to celebrate this win!”

you and mark laughed as he stared down at you. “this doesn’t count as our first official date, right?” he asked as you two caught up with everyone.

you shook your head, “no, not unless you want it to be.”

“good.”

the way i honestly got a little carried away with this and it somehow still turned out like shit. it’s fine. the last part was booty as i had gotten tired but at least it’s done. this took me two days to write and i promise all of my other fics won’t be this long.

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[bordysbae]

could you please write a fanfic where y/n gets really sick, maybe she even passes out? and mark takes care of her until she feels better, like he makes her soup, cuddles, holds her hair back, and other fluffyness

“i’ll kiss you even if you’re sick”

mark estapa x fem!reader

warning: vomit, cursing, not proof read

also i think i used this gif already but there’s like none of mark sooo

you stir awake, immediately noticing the empty space beside you in bed. you rub your eyes and begin to notice the familiar things in marks room, which slowly brings back memories from last night.

the boys all decided to have a hang out, and of course being one of the girlfriends, you were invited. you all went out to a new restaurant in ann arbor and afterwards went back to nolans place. at nolan’s you started to feel quite sick, so you told mark that you’d catch an uber back to your dorm but he immediately shut that down.

“babe no, you’re coming back to mine.” he said, as he grabbed his phone from off of the living room table and stood up. you sighed and stood up from the couch, following marks actions. he explained to the rest of the group why you guys were leaving so early, as you ordered an uber for you both. once you guys made it back you both crawled into bed and called it a night.

you don’t feel much better, if anything you feel worse. a sudden nauseating feeling rushes over you, and you bolt out of bed for the bathroom. you make it just in time to the toilet, where you begin to vomit, drawing the attention of ethan who’s leaving his bedroom.

“oh shit! you okay?” he asks as he quickly rushes over to the doorway of the bathroom.

“uh, yeah,” you manage to get out, still with your face in the toilet bowl.

“let me get mark,” he says as he scurries to find mark. mark comes rushing in and holds you hair back for you, while gently rubbing circles onto your lower back. you eventually feel a little better and mark helps you get cleaned up.

“babe you’re so pale! go back and lay in my bed, i’ll bring you some medicine,” he says, as he takes your hand in his, and leads your now weak self to his bed. you shuffle around gently, still uncomfortable due to the sick feeling in your system. you hear the bedroom door open and a shuffling noise coming towards you, and you open your eyes to see mark with water and pills. you smile up at him, appreciative of his kind gesture.

once you take the pills mark gets in his bed next to you and plays with your hair, meanwhile whispering sweet nothings in your ear. your eyes then begin to feel heavy, so you shut them allowing yourself to rest. when you wake up the next time, you’re awoken by the same nausea from earlier. you jump out of marks bed, accidentally waking him in the process. he instantly gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, only to see you in the same state as earlier. he sighs at the sight of his sick girlfriend, and holds your hair back for you again.

“babe, i think we need to go to urgent care,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you flush the toilet.

“what? no way! i’m fine babe,” you say, standing up way too quickly for your weak state. you suddenly get a rush in your head, and next thing you know mark’s holding your body in his arms, as he sits on the bathroom floor calling out for ethan.

“ethan help! she passed out!”

—

“well, looks like the only diagnosis we have for you is food poisoning,” the urgent care doctor says.

“is there anything you can prescribe her?” mark asks, standing next to you in the small room. he has your hand in his, and he’s rubbing his thumb atop yours.

“yes, we’ll give her antibiotics. she’ll need to take the medication twice a day for a week. if she’s not feeling at all better by then, definitely come back,” the doctor says, and you nod. the doctor leaves for a few minutes, leaving you and mark alone.

“thank you for taking so much care of me mark,” you smile up at him.

“of course, that’s my job!” he smiles back before leaning down to kiss your lips. you quickly turn your head to avoid his kiss, making him gasp.

“i threw up like an hour ago! no way am i letting you kiss me!”

“oh, y/n. i’ll kiss you even if you’re sick!”

“i’m not letting you. let me brush my teeth first,” you chuckle, making him groan.

“whatever, it’s your loss. you’re missing out on free kisses!”

“since when do i have to pay for kisses?”

“starting now, since you dodged mine,” he pouts jokingly, crossing his arms and huffing too.

“oh you’ll be fine estapa.”

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[bbrissonn]

im bored and it's so hot today, sooo yeah

enjoy :))

pairing: mark estapa x fem!reader

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[heavenlyhischier]

can we get Z discovering Mark and reader please, I love reading traumatized Trev

honestly this was loosely inspired by something that happened to me so enjoy ahahahah.

kinda sucks but here’s a lil blurb of trev accidentally finding out about you and mark 🫢

Your fingers dragged across Mark’s chest, delicately tracing over the bruises splotched across his skin. You had a mischievous smile on your face as you admired your work, Mark’s hand staying on your hips while he watched you. Typically, you would try and avoid leaving any sort of mark on him because you didn’t want the boys to say anything about them in the locker room. Mark didn’t care about that, constantly telling you that no one was going to know they were from you, especially not your brother, and you finally let loose today.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” He teased, squeezing the flesh on your hips.

“You know what? I think I will,” You moved your gaze up to his face, giving him a playful wink as you leaned over to grab your phone.

You were straddling his thighs, so you slightly leaned back and held your phone up and away from your own naked body as you snapped the picture. Just as you went to save the picture to your my eyes only in snapchat, Mark was tugging you back towards him and capturing your lips with his own. You groaned into his mouth, placing your phone back on the table it was on before. However, the picture of your boyfriend was still slapped on the screen.

“I gotta get ready for dinner with the boys,” Mark whispered against your lips, pulling away from you.

“You suck,” You grumbled, rolling off his body so he could get up to find his clothes.

He gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, hauling himself out of your bed to get himself dressed. After relishing in the moment a bit longer, you followed his path and tugged your own clothes over your body. Mark had left the door open when he went to search for his shorts and shirt, and your roommate's cat took the opportunity to venture into the room. You didn’t mind him being in there, but you watched as he walked all over your phone before sitting directly on it.

“Murphy, get your ass off my phone,” You shooed the cat away, grabbing your phone. Going to wipe the cat hair off, your eyes widened as you stared at the screen. “Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

Mark slowly walked back into the room, brows pulled together as he was tugging his shorts back on, “What’s wrong?”

“The cat sent that fucking picture of you to twelve people, four of them being either my brothers or one of their friends,” You were frantically trying to delete the snapchat before anyone was able to open it, silently thanking the app for that update.

Your heart was racing, cheeks and necks red with embarrassment because of just how outrageous the situation is. After all the hard work you’ve put into keeping your relationship hidden from everyone, your roommate's cat was going to be the one to out you?

“How does that even happen,” He laughs as he picks up the cat, stroking his fur while you throw your phone on the bed, “What?”

“Trevor opened it before I could delete it,” Your face paled. Not even ten seconds later, the facetime ringtone was filling your room. “Should I answer it? I should, right?”

“That’s up to you, baby,” He used the cat to hide his amused face, ignoring the harsh glare you sent his way.

“I’m going to answer it. If I don’t he’ll say something to the boys,” You rationalized before hesitantly picking up the device.

“LITTLE HUGHES WHO WAS THAT,” Trevor screamed into the phone as soon as you answered, “WHY WAS HE NAKED?! YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX!”

“Trevor, stop yelling,” You cringed, from both the loud noise and the awkwardness of the situation, “I’m going to tell you, but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone? Including my brothers. Especially my brothers.”

“Oooh, a secret,” His voice was calmer now, more intrigued and curious, “I like secrets.”

“Trevor, I’m serious. No one is allowed to know about this okay?”

He nodded his head, eyes wide and hungry for information. You begin recounting the events of your relationship with Mark, telling him that you both decided to keep it to yourself for a while because you didn't want your brothers to make it a big deal. Trevor listened intently the entire time, interrupting only a few times to ask questions, but he ultimately swore that he would do his best to keep your secret. Though , after you stared at him for a moment, he eventually agreed that his lips were going to remain sealed until you were ready to tell everyone.

“So, does this mean I don’t have a chance anymore?”

“Bye, Zegras,” Mark rolled his eyes.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine

[hearts4hughes]

lacy | mark estapa

( mark estapa x fem!reader )

a/n: i know i should be working on my bday celly, but this song has been stuck in my head since i first heard it. olivia so perfectly captured the feeling of insecurities within girls and others. this is sooo short and it’s devastating writing mark angst, but i had to write something for this song!

warnings: mentions of being insecure, being led on, no part two!

Lacy, oh, Lacy

Skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?

Dear angel Lacy

Eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I’m not doin' well?

the bar was loud- so loud it hurt your head. then again, maybe it was also the result of the countless drinks you’d lost track of, each one seemingly going down easier than the last.

why had you agreed to go there? why had you agreed to torture yourself?

just a week ago mark had his arm around you. he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, giving you the impression he wanted more than to just be best friends. yet he never acted on it, never followed through. so you waited on this confusing limbo. you didn’t know what you were waiting for- perhaps for your crush on your best friend to magically disappear or for him to finally act on all those mixed signals.

now, mere days later, he had his arm around her- treating her as he had just treated you. his arm rested comfortably around her waist. their height difference made him have to lean down to whisper in her ear, just as he had done with you. and he looked at her with those unmistakable heart eyes. you wanted to believe that she had lured him in with some siren song, or maybe cast a spell on him, but you didn’t believe in magic. that’s why lacy almost didn’t seem real. she was impossibly perfect.

her long, blonde hair was tied back with delicate pink ribbons, matching with her adorable slip dress. but when you wore pink, it washed out all of your features, leaving you feeling less then feminine. with lacy, it was different. pink accentuated her plump red lips and those piercing blue eyes of hers. she embodied femininity in every way.

why couldn’t you look like that?

Smart, sexy Lacy

I'm losin’ it lately

I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin

Dazzling starlet

Bardot reincarnate

Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

you were jolted as she gracefully moved away from mark and headed in your direction. she sent you the sweetest smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. it was the kind of smile that could uplift anyone that was lucky enough to see it.

“oh my goodness, you look like an actual goddess!” she complimented, her eyes filled with sincerity and awe. there was no devilish undertone or hidden agenda in her words, so why did it feel like bullets against your skin?

you smiled in return, yet it didn’t reach your eyes. “speaking of looking like a goddess, darling, that’s you.” you replied with sincerity, even though the gnawing feeling in your stomach hinted otherwise.

“thank you so much, cutie! i channeled my inner bardot with this look.” she said, though she didn’t need to channel anyone. she was a modern-day brigitte bardot herself. “anyways, catch you later; i’m going to get drinks for mark and me.” she beamed, planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, and strutted off to the bar.

you wanted so desperately to find a flaw, to mock her in some way, but it was impossibly- she was genuinely one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, and it left you conflicted, torn between admiration and insecurity.

you couldn’t do this. you couldn’t sit here praying on the downfall of her and mark’s relationship. it was time to accept the painful truth: you were just a pawn in his game, leading him to her- his queen. your trembling fingers found their way to the heart pendant necklace around your neck, and with a determined tug, you broke the clasp. gazing at it in your palm, you remembered how mark got it for you for your one year ‘friendiversary’. what once was such a special piece of jewelry, was now a mockery of your failed relationship.

tears welled up in your eyes as you stomped over to mark. he didn’t notice you were next to him until you shoved his shoulder. he looked at you with confusion as you opened his hand, shoving the golden pendant within it.

“what’s going on?” he asked, peering down at the necklace. “why are you giving this to me?” foolish was the only word that could describe him.

“i can’t be friends with you anymore, mark. you’re tearing me apart and i don’t even think you notice it.” you confessed, tears streaming down your face. his eyes were laced with hurt. what had he done to lose his best friend?

“y/n-”

“no, don’t say anything!” you snapped, your breath hitching in your throat. “you don’t get to say anything after what you did to our friendship. you ruined it! you’re the one who ruined it.” your words were slurred, fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

he didn’t respond or ask for clarification; you both knew exactly what had been done to ruin such a solid connection.

as the weight of your confession hung in the air, you turned away from who once was your world, leaving him behind with the heart pendant in his open palm. there was a whirlwind of emotions coursing through you- pain, anger, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal.

pushing through the crowd, you made your way to the exit. lacy waved you bye, clueless of what had just happened.

you stepped out of the bar into the darkness. tears clung to your lashes, but you didn’t let them fall. your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you ignored it- too nervous that you’d see mark’s contact picture staring back at you.

and you left, leaving everything you once cared about behind you; leaving that cruel chapter of your life in the darkness of the open night.

Lacy, oh, Lacy

It's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy

I just loathe you lately

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐 #mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #umich hockey #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

[rowdyhughesy]

Cuffing season -ME94

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yourusername: no longer cuffing season but I still have my big boy👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

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→ yourusername: say that to my face I dare you Edwards🤺

→ edwards.73: I take it back…mark did not force me to write this

markestapa: gorgeous girl

→ yourusername: stop it I’m blushing 😳 (please do continue)

nolan_moyle: stop signs got the gameeee

dylanduke25: just another day on the boat

luca.fantilli: did you go fishin?👀

→ yourusername: fishing for compliments😮‍💨🎣

umichhockey: boats 🤝🏼 hockey players

→ yourusername: it’s the dream team

yourbestfriend: can’t believe a boy who skates in circles chasing a rubber puck stole my girl >:(

→ markestapa: And I would do it again

→ yourusername: kids please don’t fight, spread love or whatever🫶🏼🤍✨

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markestapa: summers a little better if she’s there too

yourusername: yup that it’s you’re now not allowed to ever!! leave me mr. Estapa

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→ yourbestfriend: she’s a crying puddle on the floor now

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[sunkissed-zegras]

🧊 with estapa plz!!

NOOOOO MARK ANGST 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

you tried so hard, so desperately hard to give him everything he had ever wanted. you poured your heart and soul into the relationship, striving to meet his every need and desire. day by day, you tried to become the girl he had always wanted, molding yourself into what you thought would make him happy.

despite your best efforts, it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you could never quite meet his expectations. the constant feeling of inadequacy gnawed at you, leaving you wondering if you'd ever be enough for him.

mark's words hung heavy in the air, like a storm cloud threatening to unleash hurt emotions. the combination of anxiety and hurt hurled up inside you, threatening to consume you whole. each sentence felt like a sharp blade, cutting through your heart and twisting it, leaving a big wound. the nausea of anxiety churned in your stomach, and you felt as though you might physically become ill from the weight of his words.

you could only grasp a few fragments of what he had said, not even processing more than the few words he had began with, "i think we should break up."

"y/n?"

you were suddenly brought back this moment, snapped away from your emotions as you nodded in response, not trusting your voice to speak as you held in every emotion you were feeling.

"i just think... it's better this way," mark continued, his voice tinged with sadness.

you swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "better how?"

he looked at you, and for a moment, the mask of indifference slipped, revealing the quiet turmoil beneath his facade. "for both of us. we're holding each other back, with my hockey career and your school. it's just time we moved on with our lives."

what he meant by everything he just said was, he didn't want you to hold him back; he didn't want you to be in his future. his short words felt like a dagger to your heart, and you fought to hold back tears. "but i love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

mark's gaze faltered, and you saw a glimmer of the pain you felt reflected back in those eyes you love─no, loved. "i know," he replied quietly, his gaze soften at your words. "but sometimes love just isn't enough."

he doesn't say anything for a moment, just takes a swig from his bottle. finally, he speaks, "it's not about you not being enough."

your eyebrows furled in confusion as you glance at him, waiting for an explanation.

he sighs, looking a little frustrated. "we want different things, you know? different futures, different paths."

your heart sinks as you grasp his meaning, "so, you're saying i'm in the way of what you want?"

mark winces as he sighs, "no, it's not like that, but-"

"but what, mark?" you push, anger and hurt taking over your emotions.

he finally looks at you, his eyes full of regret, "but, i can't keep dragging you along a road you don't want to travel. you deserve to find your own path, too. when i get drafted, we can't... we won't be able to stay together through the distance."

the finality in his tone hung heavy in the air, and you knew that this was the end, even though your heart ached at the thought. even if you gave him everything and it wasn't enough.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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[cobrakaisb]

free estapa

“you’re coming tonight right?” he asks her through the phone. she laughs, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she continues to rummage through her clothes for an outfit. “yes mark. i’d told i’d be there.” he lets out a sigh of relief. “meet me after the game, please baby?”

when you arrive, the stands are packed with students, all decked out in blue and maize. you manage to snag a seat on the end, while you search for mark on the ice. finally, you find his jersey, number 94, and smile when you see him laughing with his friend. he hasn’t noticed you yet, but that’s okay; you’re just here to see him play.

as the game progresses, you realize that mark spends a lot of time in the penalty box. you huff as the ref drags him over there again, for the second time this game. immediately, the chants ring out, “free estapa!” then you’re shouting too, copying everyone around you, and mark looks up to see you. your eyes are so bright under the lights and he swoons.

“they let you out? i’m surprised,” you joke when he leaves the locker room. he shakes his head, “shut up.” he bends down a little, leaving a kiss on your cheek as your arms wrap around his neck. “it’s too bad, i would’ve paid a hefty fine for your bail babe.” he smiles, leaning his forehead against yours. “thank god i have you huh?” “damn right!”

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[bordysbae]

i genuinely need like frat wedding with someone like idc but i wanna see how it would fucking go 😫

“wedding bells”

mark estapa x brisson!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning: cursing

ps: this is not a romance story, there is kissing but its not really a love story! sorry if that’s what you were expecting!! also, sorry this isn’t exactly a frat wedding but it’s pretty close in idea? also idk why the gif is so blurry :((

you and your older brother, brendan, somehow ended up at the same college. so this meant having to deal with his idiotic teammates all the time. you’re just hanging out in your dorm when suddenly dylan and ethan come banging on your door. “jesus christ i’m coming stop knocking on the door!” you groan, rolling out of your bed.

you open the door and see ethan and dylan breathing heavily, sweating a little too. “should’ve known it would be you idiots, what do you guys want? also, why are you guys so out of breath?” you ask, annoyed that they disturbed your peace. “you need to come with us to the sophomores house, cmon” dylan says quickly grabbing your wrist. you stop in your tracks, causing dylan to jolt backwards. “hold on! i don’t have shoes on dumbass!” “hurry up!” ethan exclaims as you go back into your dorm to grab shoes.

the boys take you to the house, and you’re met with not only your roomate, who’s also your best friend, but also the entire hockey team. “what the fuck is going on?” you chuckle nervously, confused why so many people are here.

“go turn around in the corner, we have a surprise for you” thomas says as he grabs your wrist and pushes you into the corner gently. you turn around and listen to the chaos and whispers going on behind you. “y/n turn around” your best friend sing-songs. you slowly and cautiously turn around, afraid something might jump out at you or something. you never know what the hockey boys have up their sleeve. when you turn around you see everyone either sitting on or standing around the couch, and mark is in front of you down on one knee. your mouth falls agape at the sight.

“y/n, i love you—“ mark pauses and turns around to face your brother brendan, “as a friend, don’t kill me briss.” brendan chuckles and gives a thumbs up, as mark turns around to face you again. “—so much, so will you do me the honor and marry me?” he asks, as he pulls out a ring pop from his pocket. you hold back a laugh, and nod in agreement, wiping fake tears to go along with the act.

the crowd around you guys erupts into cheers and laughs, as he places the ring pop on your ring finger. he pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “i’m sorry about all this” he laughs, making you finally break and begin laughing too. the guys suddenly turn you and marks hug into a group one and you’re instantly being crushed by everyone. “so when’s the wedding?” luke asks. “uhh, saturday! tomorrow night we can all go out to the bar as a bachelor party” mark suggests. “what about me? i can’t be in your bachelor party, i’m the bride!” you say. “oh suck it up y/n, you’ll be fine” ethan says as he pats your shoulder. “yeah yeah, whatever eddy”

—

today is the day, and you’re wearing a random white dress you found in your closet. it’s definitely far from a wedding dress, but you’re a broke college kid, so a tight dress from senior year homecoming is the best you’re gonna get. your roommate, now maid of honor, is doing your makeup, while your other friends who you chose as bridesmaids get their dresses on. the boys are lucky since they need to dress up before games, so they all have nice outfits already planned out for them.

eventually it’s time to walk down the aisle, and your bridesmaids all found someone to pair up with. brendan is walking your friend eliana, ethan is walking shea, luke is walking molly, dylan is walking ella, and lastly thomas is walking you. thomas isn’t apart of the bachelor party but since he’s your brothers best friend who you’ve grown close to, he decided to step in to walk you down the aisle.

“good luck out there kid” he chuckles softly, making you chuckle slightly too.

once you reach the altar you see mark standing in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. nolan was collectively voted to wed you guys, since he’s the most “responsible.”

“ladies and gentlemen i bring you all here today to celebrate the um, totally real marriage of y/n and mark!” nolan says, and the crowd roars of things like “get it mark!” and “that’s my boy!” once the crowd quiets down, nolan speaks up again. “so, mark would you like to start us off with the vows?” “oh sure” he says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“y/n i love the pancakes you make after a long night out, they taste really good! i also really love how you blast music from your phone for no reason literally every time you’re over! umm yeah i love you a lot, i guess?” he says awkwardly off of the top of his head. “you couldn’t even write anything down?! you’re such an idiot estapa!” ethan bursts out laughing, making everyone including you laugh.

just before you can begin your vows suddenly nolan speaks up, “um excuse me, phillipe there’s no smoking in here unless you give me a hit, so please put your puff bar away sir.” nolan scowls at the boy who’s in the second row of foldable chairs. phillipe takes one last hit and places it back in his pocket, “my fault. continue with your vows.” you chuckle before pulling out your phone to read the vows you wrote. “mark, i’ve gotten to know you decently well and i’m honored to be marrying you! you’re a pain in the ass who im so glad to be marrying. thanks for always eating the food i make, you’re always the reason i need to make three batches of pancakes for you idiots. i love you lots!” you giggle at the stupidness of this entire situation.

“oh her vows were so much better, you suck estapa” dylan exclaims. “shut up dylan!” mark groans. “alright, mark, do you take y/n to be your wife, to be together through sickness and in health, to be together uhhh—“ he pauses to think, “um, through old age?” he shrugs, making everyone laugh once again.

“i do” mark smiles at you. “y/n, do you take mark to be your husband through whatever the hell i just said to mark?” nolan asks you. “i do” you smile. “alright mackie, bring out the rings!” nolan exclaims, as mackie rises from his seat holding a little box with two haribo wedding rings in it . mark places a ring on your finger, and you place the other one on his.

“you may now kiss the bride!” nolan cheerfully blurts out. “briss close your eyes” mark says as he wraps an arm around your waist, dipping you down like in the movies and kissing your lips. many ‘woo!’s and ‘get it!’s can be heard from the crowd around you. brendan pulls mark away from you playfully, “okay that’s enough kissing my sister estapa!” he says as he fake gags.

matty starts playing ‘dj got us fallin in love’ by usher as you and mark walk hand in hand down the aisle. “matty i wanted taylor swift to play at my wedding! not party music!” you complain. “it was this or some random youtube video dylan found of wedding bells!” “wedding bells are a real thing? i thought that was just a saying” mark chimes in. dylan shrugs, “i didn’t know they were real either, i just looked up wedding music”

“enough bickering you four, nolan bought champagne!” thomas says, luring the four of you back inside the house. “to the newly weds!” nolan says as he shakes the bottle before popping it open, making everyone cheer.

never did you think your wedding would look like this, but if we’re being honest, this is way more fun.

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[babydollmarauders]

BACK TO DECEMBER — MARK ESTAPA

mark estapa x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n sees Mark for the first time since their breakup last december and struggles being around him while still being hopelessly in love.

warnings: just lots of angst. no happy ending.

notes: so many “specific lyrics” that i couldn’t even write them all, so this one is pretty much just the song as a whole.

another note: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR STOP SIGN! WHOOP WHOOP! i’m sorry for this.

not my gif

my heart aches, hand shaking as i pull open the door of the diner. stepping into the mostly empty restaurant, my eyes sweep the expanse of the eatery, in search of the boy i’m meeting. but showing up twenty minutes early has assured me that’s he’s yet to show.

putting my free time to use, i make my way to the restroom, pushing the door open and attempting a deep inhale as i stop in front of the mirror.

my eyes bore into the reflection in front of me, criticizing myself. my purple sundress feels too tight with my anxiety squeezing my diaphragm, making it hard for me to suck in a full breath.

i stare straight ahead, looking into my own eyes as i shake my arms out, trying to rid myself of any awkward feelings or stiffness.

“you can do this.” my whisper echoes off the tiled walls of the diner bathroom as a toilet flushes and a girl steps out of a stall.

i step out of her way as she walks over to a sink, washing her hands. she looks towards me as i attempt another deep breath.

“i don’t know what your doing, but i agree; you can do this.” she tells me, a small smile on her lips as she dries her hands with paper towel.

“oh- thank you.” i send a weak smile in return and she winks as she steps out of the bathroom and back into the seating area.

i follow her lead, fully planning on finding a table, but within two steps, my eyes land on the head of blond hair that i had been searching for when i first arrived.

he sits in a booth at the side of the diner, his back towards me, and i’m immediately transported back to that fateful night one year ago.

**DECEMBER 29TH. 1 YEAR AGO**

“Mark.” my voice cuts through the white noise of the radio and my boyfriend turns it off, silence falling over the car.

he turns his head to look at me, a grin on his lips, before turning back to look at the road.

“what’s up, babygirl?” my heart clenches at the pet name and my eyes drop to the red roses in my lap, my fingers pick lightly at the petals; not tearing them off, but fluffing them to make the flowers seem fuller.

“i-” my voice shakes and tears sting at my eyes as i gather my courage. “i think we should break up.”

Mark’s hand drops mine on the center console, our fingers unlacing as he puts the car into park as we pull up in front of my house.

“what?” he’s hurt, i can hear it in his tone, and it makes this all so much harder. i didn’t want to hurt him. “what are you talking about? is it the date? i thought you were having fun, but you could’ve told me if you didn’t wanna go bowling.”

“it’s not the bowling, Mark.” i throw my head back, staring up at the roof of the car to try and delay my tears.

“then what’s wrong? because i thought we were doing great!” his words are urgent, defensive. “we just started saying ‘i love you’ like two months ago, y/n. what could’ve changed in these past couple months?”

“i know! i just-” i’m cut off by Mark.

“at least look at me if you’re gonna break up with me.” i avert my gaze, finally looking towards him, but i regret it instantly. his eyes are red, i’m not the only one holding back tears.

“i just- i took my gap year, but i started school this semester and my sister’s gotten in my head that, ya know, college is about freedom and not being tied down. doing new things and figuring out who you are. and maybe she’s right.”

“so i’m tying you down?” his face contorts in offense as he shakes his head in disbelief. “i’m holding you back from feeling free?”

“no! i- that’s not what i meant!” i shake my head, letting out a sigh of frustration. i can’t seem to say the right words. “i’m just saying that i think i need to try being single in college, ya know? you got a whole year of that. you were single all of your freshman year. but this is my time to try that.”

i’ve said the wrong thing. i know it because i can see the walls building up behind his eyes. his face turns blank, stony as he just nods, turning to look back out the front windshield.

“right.” the one word is harsher than i ever though it could possibly be. “i think you should just go, y/n.”

“Mark, i wanna talk about this.” i plead as i unbuckle my seatbelt, turning fully in my seat to face him.

“i think we’ve talked enough. you wanna break up. it’s whatever, now i want you to get out of my car.” he tells me as he presses the unlock button, motioning his head towards my door.

i nod, opening the car door and stepping out into the cold, winter, Michigan air. i set the roses down on my seat, not wanting a reminder of this night, of this fight.

“goodbye.” i tell him, an icy tear rolling down my cheek as i shut the passenger door and step back. i walk up to my porch, listening to Mark’s engine start back up, gravel crunching as he peels out of my driveway.

i can’t help but turn and watch him leave, his car disappearing down the street.

**PRESENT DAY**

i steel myself, shaking my head to get rid of the awful memory before i walk over, stopping in front of the table.

Mark is sitting on his phone, typing out a text, but as he looks up at me, he locks it, placing it screen down on the table.

“hey.” he exhales, a small smile rests on his lips, confusing me but also relaxing me.

he doesn’t seem to be mad anymore.

“hi, Mark.” i smile back, already feeling so much more comfortable in his presence.

“uh, do you wanna sit?” he asks me, chuckling. i let a small huff of laughter out at my stupidity as i nod, taking a seat across from him.

“i’m so glad you made time to see me.” i confess, anxiously running my hands down the lap of my dress to smooth out any wrinkles.

“yeah, me too. i have to admit, i wasn’t sure about it at first. Ethan had to talk me into saying yes, but, now that i’m here, i’m glad i did.” he tells me, and any leftover anxious feelings disappear at his admission. we’re on the same page, happy to see each other.

a waitress comes to take our orders and just like he did all that time ago, Mark orders for me.

“i’ll have a BLT with extra bacon, and french fries with a coke. and she’ll have the strawberries and cream pancakes with turkey bacon on the side and a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.” the waitress nods and gathers our menus before leaving to place our order.

“you remembered my order.” i laugh and he looks at me with the expression of a deer in headlights.

“oh, shit, i’m sorry. i hope that’s still you’re order. i guess it was subconscious, to order for you.” i lay a hand on his arm in reassurance.

“it’s okay. yeah, that’s still my order.” i tell him and he sighs in relief and nods.

“great.” i take my hand back and play with my fingers.

“so, how’s life?” i ask him. “tell me, how’s your family? i haven’t seen them in a while.”

“life’s good!” he smiles, nodding with a faraway look. “life’s really good. i’ve been good, but busy. we made it to the frozen four again last season. we didn’t win but, we made it, and that’s all that matters. and my family’s good! John and my parents are great.”

my smile falters at his answer. i didn’t want him to be miserable, of course not. but, i also didn’t expect him to be so happy without me in his life.

“that’s great. i’m really glad.” it’s the truth, of course i’m glad that he’s been good.

“what about you? how’s work? are you still running the media for your school’s baseball team?” the small talk continues.

“i’ve been okay. yeah, i’m still doing that. it’s been pretty good. stable, ya know?”

he nods in understanding and it’s quiet for a brief moment as we look out the diner window next to us. snow flurries down outside, thick clouds hanging in the sky.

“it’s really coming down hard out there. i’m glad we got in here before the storm started.” he chats.

“yeah, although the roads are definitely gonna be icy.” he nods at my words and i can tell by the meaningless small talk that his guard is up. i can’t blame him, the last time we saw each other was when i broke up with him, breaking both of our hearts in one night.

the conversation is tabled when our food arrives and we fall into silence as we eat, and out of a force of habit, i stick half of my turkey bacon on his plate.

halfway through our meal, it seems that Mark can no longer hold in his confusion.

“why did you ask me here?” i set my fork down at his question, preparing myself to bare my heart.

“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry for that night.” i admit. i play with my mug of hot cocoa out of nerves.

“why now?” he asks. “why a year later?”

“i haven’t been sleeping lately.” i tell him. “i’ve just been laying in bed playing back that night in my head. i have so many regrets, and my biggest one is not staying in the car with you.”

he draws in a deep breath, glancing at his phone before looking back up at me.

“ya know, i thought we could get past it? i thought it was just a bump in our relationship and you would realize that you made a mistake and everything would be okay.

“and then my birthday passed, and you never called. you didn’t even text. and that’s when i knew that you were serious. i realized that we were really broken up.”

his words bring tears to my eyes.

“i’m sorry.” my voice shakes. “i’m so sorry, Mark.”

“it’s okay, y/n.” he shakes his head. “i get it. you wanted a taste of the college freedom.”

i shake my head, a frown making itself apparent on my lips.

“it turns out freedom is nothing but missing you.” i confess. “i’ve been thinking about last summer a lot lately. when we would sneak away from our friends and go on those late night drives. i realized i liked you as more than a friend for the first time when i was watching you laugh on one of those drives.

“you were so carefree. you were the opposite of me. no worries, no stress. just living in the moment. and then we started dating and everything in the world felt… right. i felt safe with you. i felt at home. and then we both left for school and we were so far apart and i was so worried that you wouldn’t want me anymore. but then you were you. you called me every night and you sent me flowers and even from miles away, you made sure i wasn’t working myself too hard. and i fell in love with you that fall.”

i look down at my half full plate as he chews on his lip.

“but then i came home from winter break. and fear crept into my mind. my sister started telling me that you probably hated being tied down when you have so many girls that want you. she said i should be single in order to have the full college experience. she said i shouldn’t be pining over a guy that probably wished he didn’t have to call me after all of his games. that you probably hated having a girlfriend that you couldn’t even really be with. so i listened to her. i thought that she was older and wiser so she was probably right.”

i look back up at him as tears roll down my face. i held my tears in until i was out of his car last december, making this only the second time he’s ever actually seen me cry and his expression is filled with the exact same worry as it was the first time.

**SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2022**

i sit on Mark’s bed, watching as he folds clothes to put in his suitcase.

he’s leaving.

we both are.

i knew this day would come. that summer would end and we’d have to leave each other.

i knew it when we started this relationship three months ago. i just didn’t think it would hurt this bad.

my breath hitches as i watch him fold up my favorite shirt of his, sticking it in his suitcase, and i realize that for the next 3 months, i won’t see him wear it again. i won’t see him again.

“actually, babe, do you think i could keep that one?” i ask him, pulling the shirt out of the travel bag that rests beside me.

“what?” he laughs and i almost feel stupid for asking. “you wanna keep my shirt?”

“ya know what? yeah, it’s- it’s stupid. nevermind.” i place the shirt back in the suitcase, scrunching my nose up and subtly pinching my eyes closed in attempt to hold back my tears.

i look the opposite direction, blinking a few times to try to get rid of the salt water stinging my eyes.

“hey.” his voice is gentle, soft, as he crouches down to his knees in front of me. his hands rest gently on my thighs. “look at me, please.”

i gather my courage, averting my gaze to look into his eyes. his face is filled with worry, his eyebrows raised in concern. he crawls onto the bed, pulling me into his side as the tears escape my eyes.

“what’s wrong? hmm?” he caresses my cheek, tilting my head to look up at him.

“i’m gonna miss you.” i tell him. i bite my lip, holding back a sob.

“i’m gonna miss you more, sweet girl.” he whispers, planting a light kiss on the tip of my nose. “but these next few months are gonna fly by, and then we’ll see each other over winter break. and then spring break. and then finally, it’ll be summer again. and before you know it, you’ll be getting sick of me again.”

he brushes a tear away with his thumb.

“you’re gonna be telling me ‘gosh Mark, give me some space!’” he raises his pitch, mocking my voice and making me let out a watery giggle amongst my tears.

“i will not!” i smack his chest lightly.

“okay, yeah, maybe not. you’ll actually be all over me, and i’ll eat up every second of it.” he jokes.

“holding you.” he squeezes me tighter, pulling me into his lap.

“kissing you.” he cups my face, pulling my lips to his and laying a sweet kiss against them.

“touching you.” his hands slide down my body to rest on my hips.

“keep the shirt, baby.” he tells me before raising his eyebrows. “but i expect to see you wearing it on facetime. think you can do that?”

i giggle nodding my head. “yeah, i can do that.”

“good.” he reaches over, grabbing the shirt out of the suitcase. he hands it to me and i hug it to my chest. “you feeling better now, pretty girl?”

i nod, leaning forward to lay my head on his chest, and his arms snake around me, holding me to him.

“good. cause that was the first time i’ve seen you cry and i hated every second of it.”

**PRESENT DAY**

“y/n, your sister was wrong.” he tells me. his hand moves to lay atop of mine, rubbing it with his thumb to provide a sense of comfort for me as i wipe away my tears.

“i didn’t care that other girls wanted me, all i wanted was you. i loved calling you after games. i loved hearing you share in my excitement when we won, or giving me pep talks when we lost.

“did i love that i couldn’t be with you? no. but that didn’t mean i wanted to break up. i loved you.”

loved.

past tense.

my heart aches as i slide my hand out from under his, my stomach churning in discomfort.

his phone buzzes on the table and he glances at it once again before looking back at me.

“maybe this is wishful thinking; but if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right this time.” i sigh. “i just wanted you to know that. i miss you. i’m so happy you’re doing great, but i’m not. i miss your sweet smile. i miss how you looked at me like i was the only girl in the world. i miss loving you. i miss our late night talks when we should’ve been studying. i miss hearing about your games. i even miss hearing Ethan’s obnoxious teasing when we were talking way later than we should’ve been. i miss you, even as just a friend, like before we were dating. and i know it’s probably much too late, but i go back to December all the time and i just needed you to know that i’m so sorry for that night. and i’d go back in time and change it if i could, but i can’t.”

he sighs, licking his lips and looking down at his hands.

“y/n-” i cut him off.

“you don’t have to say anything, Mark. i just wanted you to know.” he nods but speaks anyways.

“i’m in a good place, y/n. i’m happy. i appreciate your apology, but it’s okay. it was probably for the best, anyways.” he shrugs.

for the best.

right.

“oh- okay.” tears escape my eyes, rolling down my cheeks again.

“i’m sorry that you’re not happy. i really am. and if there was anything else i could do to change that, i would. it hurts me to know that you’re hurting because you still hold a special place in my heart. you were my best friend for so long, and you were my first love.”

i nod in understanding, steeling myself and preparing for the meeting to end.

his phone buzzes once more and this time he picks it up. i watch his face as he looks at the notification, and my heart drops at his expression.

the way his eyes light up. the way the corners of his lips curl up just slightly, like he’s trying not to smile. the way the corners of his eyes crinkle.

i know that look.

it’s the same way that his friends said he looked at his phone when my contact would pop up.

he’s in love.

with someone who’s not me.

“who is she?” i can’t help but ask. i keep my tone light. not accusing, but genuinely curious.

he quickly puts his phone down, looking back at me with wide eyes.

“what?” he asks, feigning obliviousness.

“who is she? the girl on your phone.” i send him a watery smile, silently assuring him that it’s okay.

“her name is Anna.” he admits, his shoulders slumping in ease. “she’s my… girlfriend. we started dating in May, right before the summer. she works media for the team.”

i nod along as he speaks, a soft teary smile masking the fact that it feels like my heart is being ripped to shreds.

“i hope she makes you happy.” i tell him, and i mean it. i really want him happy. regardless of who’s causing it.

“she does.” he’s gentle with his words, obviously not wanting to hurt me. but he isn’t the one who hurt me, i did.

“did she come home with you?” i ask him, fearing that i already know the answer.

“yeah.” he tells me, biting his lip.

“go to her.” i whisper, mustering one more small smile.

“y/n, i-” he starts but i shake my head.

“go. it’s okay.” i assure him. “you heard what i wanted you to hear. now, go home to your girlfriend and your family. enjoy your break.”

he nods, fishing out his wallet and setting some cash on the table.

“it was really nice seeing you, y/n. maybe i’ll see you around.” he tells me, standing up and putting his coat back on before he braves the snowy night.

“yeah, maybe.” i smile up at him and he gives me one in return before walking away.

i look out the window beside the table as he walks out to his car. the same car that i broke both our hearts in. and i watch as he drives out of the parking lot. it reminds me eerily of that night last December.

i avert my gaze to the table top, spotting the cash he left. enough to cover both our meals. and i can’t help but cry.

i did this to myself. i let my fears get the best of me, and now he’s happy without me. and i’ll have to sit on the sidelines and watch as he spends his life with someone else. someone who can love him better than i could.

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[hazybisou]

ONE DATE

fic

reader x mark estapa

summary: a couple weeks after that day, mark and y/n go on their first (official) date.

a/n: part 2 per request so ask and you shall receive. also i think i’m going to turn this into a series but idk yet so let me know if you’d like this to be a series.

you had been stressing for that past ten minutes. mark had asked you out on an official date (if you don’t count all those times you guys hung out and kissed) and you were a nervous wreck. mark had texted you a couple minutes prior saying to dress in something simple. you didn’t know what he meant by simple. simple as in “we’re going to some fancy diner so go all out” or “wear something meant to stay in/go out somewhere causal”. which one was it?

mark hadn’t told you what he had planned for tonight so you went with the second option. you got dressed in a jean mini skirt, not too short but not too long, with a brown leather belt and paired it with a navy blue short sleeve crop top with an oversized leather jacket in case it got cold. you wore your black knee high boots and your hair was in a half up, half down style, the half up being held up by a claw clip.

you had done some light makeup and looked at yourself in the mirror. “this is too much.” you told yourself. out of the corner of your eye you saw natalie, giving you a look that said ‘be so for real right now’. “what? it is.”

“no it’s not. you look hot.” natalie reassured you. “i’m sure mark’ll love it!” that didn’t ease your nerves.

natalie seemed to notice you being tense. “stop worrying.” she went up to your and grabbed your shoulders. “you guys have gone on plenty of unofficial dates in which they always end up with you two making out. what’s so different about this one exactly?”

you nodded to yourself. “yeah. yeah you’re right. it’s just another date except this time he actually had the balls to ask me after all those weeks of knowing each other.” you turned around and stared at yourself once more. “it’s enough. he’ll like it.”

“atta girl! now go grab your camera. we gotta take some photos to remember this moment.” natalie said and you playfully rolled your eyes before doing what she said.

you guys took some cute pics and soon enough you heard the doorbell ring. “he’s here!” she said in a sing-song voice.

you huffed. “wish me luck.” you grabbed your bag, phone, and house keys. you guys exited your room and headed towards the door. you were about to open it when natalie stopped you. you gave her a look. “make him wait a little and then i’ll answer the door and call you so go over there.” she shooed you into the kitchen. you just threw your hands up in a dramatic way.

you guys waited a while before another doorbell ring was heard. natalie snapped her fingers at you to get your attention. she signaled it was go time and opened the door. “mark, hey!”

mark looked down at his feet before looking back up. “hi, is uh y/n here?” he asked. natalie just nodded.

“let me get her real quick.” she closed the door a little. she put a finger up to her lips. “y/n!” she shouted to make the whole thing more dramatic. “he’s here!”

you walked over started to whisper to natalie. “actually don’t wish me luck because i have a feeling of this will end.”

natalie raised her eyebrows. “you mean you two having sex?”

“no!” you whispered

“oh! well whatever, have fun!” she said before skipping towards her room.

you open the door and are met with the nervous face of mark. “oh, y/n, hi!” he suddenly had a smile on his face. that made you smile.

“hi.” you waved at him shyly. “are you okay?”

mark nodded quickly. “yeah. yeah i’m fine. just nervous.” he reassured you with a smile on his face. he finally got a good look at you. you were stunning. “you look beautiful.” he said amazed.

you couldn’t help but blush at his comment. “thank you! you look handsome as always.” he felt his face heat up before holding up a bouquet of flowers and hiding his face behind it. “i got you these.”

you let out a small gasp at the flowers. “they’re beautiful mark! thank you!” you stood on your tippy toes before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you ready?” he asked you and you nodded.

“let’s go.” you told him as you grabbed his hand and led him to your car. he had the keys so he opened the passenger door for you to get in and you did so, placing the flowers in the backseat, careful to not squish them. he shut the door and went around the front of the car to the driver’s side as you put on the seatbelt.

the car beeped as he opened the door and got in. he got situated and buckled his seatbelt before turning towards you. “let’s go.”

he got out of parking and turned to back out, an arm on the headrest as he looked back and forward again. “where are we going exactly?” you ask him as he begins to drive, now fully backed out.

“it’s a surprise.” mark responds and you give him a suspicious eye look. “you’ll like it don’t worry.”

“mhm.” you turned to look forward.

“i promise.”

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you were on your phone for the past five minutes, checking your text messages and responding back to them. you were texting your mom back when you suddenly felt colorful lights shining on your face up ahead of you. you looked up but not before turning your phone off. your jaw dropped a tiny bit at the scene in front of you.

mark had taken you guys to a carnival. you could see the ferris wheel in the middle of the place with booth games, food stands, and roller coasters all around it. the ferris wheel kit up with colorful lights and so did the game booth’s signs. it was amazing.

“a carnival?!” you exclaimed as you turned towards mark who just finished parking and turned the car off. he bit his lip slightly and just nodded. you’ve always wanted to go to a carnival since the last time you went which was at the age of 10. it’s been quite some time.

“i asked natalie to give me ideas but none of them felt right,” mark explained, “i thought real hard and the idea just came to me.” mark got out of the car and went around towards your door. he opened it and you got out, giving him a ‘thank you’. “so here we are.”

you looked towards the carnival in awe. it was just like you remember the last one to be.

“you like it?” mark asked hopeful, his hands fidgeting with one another.

you smiled and turned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “of course i like it! i love it!” you answered and leaned up to press a peck to his lips. “why were you so nervous earlier?”

mark tensed a little but eventually explained. “w-well i was worried you wouldn’t like what i had planned and would bail the next day,” he began, “and i, i know we’ve been on many numerous dates that weren’t really dates but this one’s official. i wanted to make sure everything was perfect and you’d enjoy it.” he laughed. “and i was right. you’re enjoying it.”

you were full on grinning by the end of his rant that you were sure your cheeks would be hurting once you stopped. “mark, even if you hadn’t chose this place and had chose some place else, i would have loved it and had fun anyway. don’t let it get to your head.” you leaned up and gave him a long and slow kiss.

“come on!” you exclaimed as you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the entrance.

your first stop was at the ring toss booth. you and mark had taken turns throwing the rings and together in total you had scored three meaning you guys had won something. you and mark kept arguing over who would get to choose and you eventually won letting mark choose your guys prize. he had decided on a yoshi plushie.

“it’s cute!” you told him as you took a good look at it before putting it next to your face and smiling before putting it down.

mark turned towards you. “do that again.” he instructed and you gave him a confused look. “the thing you just did with yoshi.”

“ohhh!” you repeated what you had just done and saw mark take his phone out before he began taking photos of you. he looked through them with a smile on his face. he slide his phone back into his pocket. “let’s go.”

you spent the next two hours playing various booth games and arguing over who got to choose the prize. you guys had given the bigger prizes to the younger kids as you both didn’t want them all. by the end, you were walking around holding a small teddy bear mark had won you while he held his yoshi plushie he had won earlier. you gave the bear the name lovey as it had a heart and bow tie.

you noticed a cotton candy stand and couldn’t help but drag mark over. “you want one?” you ask as you turned your head slightly to face him. he gave a small nod. “okay, then we’ll just share.” you asked for blue raspberry and the young man behind told you it’d be three dollars. you were about to pull out a five but mark beat you to it. you turned towards him with disbelief. “why the hell’d you do that?”

“i’m not letting you pay. i’m taking you out meaning i pay. not you. me.” he explained as he pointed to himself. he grabbed the cotton candy from the man as he thanked him before handing it to you. “here you go”

you gave him a sarcastic smile before taking it from his grasp and grabbing a small bit with your fingers. you guys walked around a bit more while eating the cotton candy, talking about all sorts of things. mark was always an easy person to talk to. he always payed attention to what you had to say and you did too. he wouldn’t interrupt but would rather nod and just smile. he was a sweet boy.

you thought for a while before walking over to a trash can nearby and throwing away the stick you had before taking back lovey from mark. you grabbed his hand and began to walk towards a photo booth.

mark looked at you weirdly. you motioned for him to get in. “get in.” his eyes widened a bit sarcastically before obeying. you got in after him, closing the curtain. you pay the amount needed and clicked start as a voice began to talk, explaining what was to happen.

the timer was about to start and mark panics. “what do we do?!”

you thought before you decided. “silly faces,” you rethought. “yea a silly face.” mark nodded and you both did a goofy pose. the timer began and you pointed to the camera. “look there.” the timer went off and so did a click. you both looked at the screen and there was the photo.

it reset and you just grabbed mark’s jaw with one hand while the other one was on your lap as you pressed a kiss to his cheek as mark closed his eyes and scrunched his nose. the timer went off again and so did a click. the photo displayed on the screen before it rest again.

the process repeated twice more. mark and you smiling for the third picture and finally, mark giving you a kiss on the lips as you laughed for the fourth picture.

you both got out and grabbed the strip of photos. “you look so cute!” you exclaimed as you point to the face he did in the second photo. mark couldn’t help but blush as he hid his face in your hair. “what, it’s true!”

“let’s just go before i start getting even more red.” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“whatever you say lover boy.” you told him as you brought his head out of your hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand and beginning to walk to your next stop.

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it was around 9:30 pm when you and mark had decided to leave. you were both in the car, driving back when mark turned to you, “let’s go get ice cream.”

you turned to him with raised eyebrows. “this late?” he nodded. you shrugged, “i’m down. let’s go then.”

you went to the nearest ice cream shop (which was in a shopping plaza) and found parking. mark had gotten out and went over to your side to open the door for you as you unbuckled your seatbelt. you got out and closed the car door, mark locking the car. you both went inside and got in line to order.

after a couple of minutes, it was your guy’s turn to order. “hi! can i get vanilla?” you asked and the lady behind the counter nodded and you turned to mark, “what about you?”

“mint.”

“ew.” you whispered under your breath.

“don’t judge me.” mark said as he held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “ya know that really broke my heart.” he started to fake cry.

you slapped his shoulder and he muttered a small ‘ow’. “shut up you big baby.” he flipped you off and you did the same.

you guys had ordered and were now at the register. you had your card ready in order to pay and do it before mark. “that’d be 9.47” you grabbed your card and swiped it through the card machine before mark had a chance to even pull out his wallet.

“why?” mark asked as he threw his arms up in frustration.

“because why not.”

mark rolled his eyes before you both got your ice cream cones and walked out.

“why’d you pay for us?” mark began and you turned to him as you began to enjoy your ice cream, “this was my treat. i asked you out and i’m meant to pay.” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“just know it’s gonna happen a lot more often.” you told him and he began to shake his head vigorously. “yes it is.”

mark started to disagree. “no it won’t. i’ll make sure you don’t bring your wallet or anything like that. i’ll ask natalie to steal it from you until after our date. including apple pay.”

you just shook your head with a laugh before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “you’re too much sometimes estapa.”

mark smiled. “i don’t really care, now do i?”

it’s 12 am rn and this sucks but like you asked for it so here you go. lmk if i should make this unit a series bc i lowkey want to but gotta know if you guys would also like it!! (not proofread)

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