#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!"

[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.

[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!

[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.

markestepa

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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

[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.

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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

[rowdyhughesy]

Cuffing season -ME94

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

edwards.73: you’re so gross

→ 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

→ markestapa: wouldn’t dream of it baby❤️

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

→ yourusername: I can’t help it he’s just so 🥹❤️‍🩹

yourusername: my lover boy😚

dylanduke25: Urban Dictionary's top definition of a simp is “someone who does way too much for a person they like.”

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brendan.brisson: Alexa play lover by Taylor Swift

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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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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!”