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[thetortus]

You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine.

Jack Hughes x reader

As you entered the house, you grabbed everyone’s attention because of how gorgoeus you looked.

Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty, your black dress that hugged all your sides perfectly, your long (color) hair, your face that looked absolutely stunning. Everything about you tonight was perfect.

This party was hosted at one of the Devil’s players houses for winning the first round of the Stanley cup playoffs.

Even though you were supposed to come with your boyfriend, Jack, you didn’t because you two had gotten into a really bad argument a couple of days ago. And till now, you still weren’t talking or anything whatsoever.

You headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, something to keep you hydrated until all your friends came around. As you approached the fridge, a tall boy with black hair’s eyes landed on you. He scanned you top to bottom. His left elbow resting on the kitchen counter.

‘Hi’ he said.

‘Hey’ you replied back.

‘You look pretty tonight’

‘Thanks’ you give him a quick smile.

Your eyes continue to scan the room as the boy, Conner, keeps talking about himself.

None of your friends have arrived yet, and as your eyes continue their search, they land on him.

Jack is standing there with one of his teammates, Nico and his girlfriend, and another girl you couldn’t quite recognize.

The four of them shared jokes and laughs and the unfamiliar girl kept flirting with Jack by either brushing her arm against him or laughing at anything he says.

You were fuming with anger, you kept watching them. As you did, Jacks eyes caught yours and you made eye contact.

However that was cut off by a hand you felt around your waist. Oh god, you forgot about this boy.

You tried to brush his hand off but he wouldn’t take it off. ‘Please can you take your hand off, I have a boyfriend.’

‘So what? It will be a one night thing, besides he doesn’t even need to know’

You were getting uncomfortable as Conner got closer.

Suddenly, you feel someone else’s presence, Jack’s. His fingers dug into Conner’s hand ‘i don’t share’.

Conner wouldn’t buzz which resulted in Jack repeating himself, digging his fingers even deeper.

The boys hand slid off your waist. He was replaced by Jack standing in-front of you.

‘Doesn’t look like you don’t share, she didn’t say anything about a boyfriend’

Before Jack could reply you screamed ‘you lair I told you and you wouldn’t leave me alone!’

‘Why does it matter anyway? If I had a girl this pretty, I wouldn’t leave her, you on the other hand, look, you’re talking to another girl right there. I don’t see how it’s a problem with me and her.’

You could see as Jack’s hand tightened, he was furious but he didn’t say anything.

‘Jack please, it’s fine, let’s just leave’ you grabbed his hand from the back.

‘Besides, you let her wear that slutty dress and say you don’t share?’

That was it. You could feel something missing, Jack’s hand. You watched as he punched the boy. The boy swung back and now they were exchanging punches and hits.

People approached the scene to help stop what was taking place as you backed off. You slid down the wall and sat on the floor tears flooding your face.

You couldn’t live this again. Fifteen years ago when you were just six, you remember the exact same scene. You sat on the floor crying, your father hitting your sister as your mom tried to stop him.

Thankfully, now that your father passed away, there is no need to think about all of that as it would never happen again, or so you thought.

Nicos girlfriend approached you and landed next to you with a cup of water trying to comfort you ‘hey it’s ok’

Jack broke from the fight and collapsed to his knees landing next to you. ‘Are you okay? Did he do anything? Do you want me to call anyone or-’

‘I just wanna go home’ you replied.

Jack helped you up to your feet and walked you to his car. Throughout the whole drive you were both silent as you couldn’t speak.

As soon as you arrived to his house, he offered you a warm shower to cool you down a bit which you agreed to.

As you left the bathroom, finished with your shower, you spotted what was laid on the bed. He put out one of your pajama pants with one of his jerseys knowing it was your favorite.

You put your clothes on then went to the kitchen to find him preparing a meal. He never did that as he doesn’t know how to cook alone but he somehow came up with some pasta and a salad aside.

Before you could speak he started ‘look, we need to talk about this, but now, finish your food and then we talk’

You shook your head and dug into your food. After you finished, you both went to the bedroom to talk.

You both sat on the bed, god you’d missed sleeping on this bed more than you thought you would.

Both of you sat on the bed and once again he started ‘look, I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I could’ve talked about it with him instead of hitting him.’ Jack was the only one you told about your trauma so you knew exactly what he was doing, trying to comfort you, he was trying to help you feel better but you could feel him fuming with rage and anger.

‘No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to the party, I shouldn’t have talked to him, I shouldn’t have wore this short dress anyway’

‘Don’t say that! Don’t ever fucking say that again!’

You could feel as the tears raced down your cheeks. Jack pulled you into a hug as you cried into his chest. He was obviously still angry.

As you pulled from your hug, his hands still on your waist, your eyes met his ocean blue eyes. His eyes the moved to your lips.

God you couldn’t resist it anymore, you missed his touch, it’s almost been a week now.

You came in closer and gave him a kiss on his lips. You then broke the kiss and looked at him again making eye contact.

Because of the hug, you did end up sitting in his lap so it was easier for him to just flip you so that he’s on top of you as you lay on your back on the bed.

His hands wrapped around your waist, he started leaving kisses everywhere, all over you face, you neck, every time it was stronger, he was kissing your neck leaving hickeys everywhere. You heard noises coming from him, ones you couldn’t quite understand.

You the realized what he was saying

‘You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine, mine, mine’

You smiled to yourself, guess you weren’t the only one who missed him.

‘I’m yours Jack, all yours. Yours and yours only’

His mouth then moved up to your lips as they met again.

This boy was really angry, his kisses were really hard and strong which caused you to grab his hair, your grip tightening every time.

‘All yours Jacky’ you said once again.

[thetortus]

Probably my favorite fanfic everrrr

BET

Mark Estapa x fem reader

word count: 3.9k

requested: no (im just in my mark feels)

tw: mentions of sex, some smut (like 0.5 seconds of it) drinking, swearing

a/n: I know the umich campus is huge so parts of this probably make 0 sense but we’ll just go with it! i also don’t love the ending so if it sucks im so sorry

masterlist

“Bro, she isn't real.” Mackie teased, laughing at how flustered Mark was sitting across the aisle of the plane.

“Dude, I can’t make this shit up!” Mark justified.

“Yeah, maybe it really did happen guys,” Nolan says, smacking Mackie, “in his dreams!” The rest of the team broke out in laughter as Mark sighed and threw his head back against his seat.

“Guys, I'm dead serious, she’s real. I’m not lying!”

“I just don't get how you can spend a full night with a girl, have the best sex of your life and not ask her for her number or her last name.” Ethan said through a goofy smile, clearly also skeptical of Mark's story.

Mark closed his eyes in frustration and thought about the incredible night he had spent with you. He had met you at a party at umich, however you didn't go there. You were just up visiting a friend from high school, bumming a ride off one of your roommates who was going to visit her sister for the weekend. Your friend forced you out to one of the hockey parties that everyone was going to because it was going to be a big celebration after they won against Penn State. You weren’t going to pass up on the opportunity to have some fun but early on into the party your friend disappeared and you didn't know anyone else. You sat on the kitchen counter in an over-packed house, sipping on a beer from a plastic cup when a tall boy approached you.

“You're new.” He says with a smile, leaning up against the counter where you were sitting.

“What makes you say that?”

“I don't let people sit on my counter, but hey I'll let it slide this time.” He says nudging into your shoulder. You gave a small laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I’m no rule breaker.” You say hoping off the counter, except you were a bit more tipsy than you thought and you lost your balance. The boy reached out and grabbed you under your arms, lifting you up to prevent you from falling. You grabbed onto his arms to balance yourself, hiding your face into his chest to hide your embarrassment.

“And no athlete.” He teased, pulling you into him while he laughed. You returned the hug, surprised at how naturally comforted it made you feel, even though he was a complete stranger.

“Actually, I'm an above average bowler.” You say, acting as if his comment really offended you.

“Oh yeah? Bet.”

“Bet.” You nod in agreement and before you knew it he was leading you out of his house and into an uber to go to the nearest bowling alley.

Theoretically, it was a horrible decision, but you couldn't help yourself. You were intrigued by the instant connection between the two of you.

“So what's your name?” You say turning towards the boy in the back seat.

“Mark, what about you?”

“Y/n.” You reply with a smile.

“Are you ready to get your ass beat in bowling y/n?” You roll your eyes at Mark, flashing your smile quickly after. “I’m gonna wipe that pretty smile right off your face.”

A few minutes later you were at the bowling alley. Mark opened the door for you, and then paid for your lane.

“You didn't have to pay for me.” You sighed, taking your shoes from the lady behind the counter.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” He said with a soft smile that quickly turned into a smirk. ”Lady’s first.”

You grabbed one of the balls and swung it down the lane, knocking the majority of the pins down. You take a second ball and knock the remaining pins down.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Mark went next, getting a spare as well. On your second turn, you get a strike, turning around and bowing down at Mark as a joke.

“Okay, I see how it is.” He says, also getting a strike.

As the game continued, your celly’s got more and more ridiculous, and you and Mark became more and more giddy. On Mark’s last turn, you caused him to laugh so hard that he got a gutter ball and lost the game.

“What did I say, I’m a pro.” You rest your chin on your hands that were propped up on the table.

“And you looked pretty while you did it.” He said with a smirk, giving you butterflies in your stomach. Mark leaned in close, about to kiss you, when the disco balls dropped down and the black lights turned on making the bowling alley glow in the dark. 80s music began to blast and you and Mark both burst out laughing, scrunching your noses up against each other.

“Uh, here take my sweater.” He said, passing you his blue michigan hoodie. You were confused at first but you could see the pink haze across his cheeks, even in the dark, and you followed his gaze down to your chest. Your white bra was glowing through your shirt. You grabbed the sweater from his hands and quickly threw it on, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

Mark grabbed your hands, stretching them out wide before placing his forehead to yours. He rocked you back and forth to the beat of “I wanna dance with somebody” before dropping one hand to put his on your waist, pulling you into him so he could dance with you. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“So what is your sport that you're semi-pro at?” You asked Mark, cocking your head up to look at him.

“Umm hockey?” He laughed.

“No, you're good at hockey. What's a different sport?”

“How do you know I'm good at hockey? You've never seen me play.” He says giving you a scowl.

“Well considering you’re going to the frozen four, I’d say you're pretty good.” The complement made Mark smile to himself.

“I’m not bad at skateboarding.”

“Skateboarding? Alright bet.” You say in a mocking tone to what Mark said to you earlier in the night.

“Bet!”

Mark grabbed your hand and the two of you walked hand in hand back to his place on campus. It was only a 5 minute drive but the walk was much longer, especially in the cool spring air. You were glad you had Mark’s sweater on. When you got back to his place, the party was still happening, and there were even more people crammed into the house. You opted to wait outside for him instead of getting lost in the crowd. A few minutes later Mark returned with his skateboard in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

“Show me what you got Mr. Tony Hawk.” Mark shook his head and laughed at your dumb comment before he dropped his skateboard, hopping on it and speeding down the street. You ran to keep up with him, but he was going too fast for you. He came back around and then did a trick in front of you. He got off the board, hit his foot on the bottom part and flipped it up into his hand. “Okay, not bad.” You huffed, trying to catch your breath after chasing Mark. He takes a swig of the vodka before passing the board and the bottle towards you. You grab the bottle first, taking a big swig of alcohol, scrunching up your face as you try and get it down. You then took the board from Mark, put it on the ground and stepped on it. The board moved and you lost your balance. Mark reached out and put a hand on your lower back, catching you and pushing you back up onto the skateboard in the same motion. Mark grabbed both of your hands and began to walk, picking up his pace once he saw you were laughing and the two of you went down the street.

“Okay okay slow down!” You squealed and Mark slowed down, moving his hands from yours down to your waist, picking you up off the skateboard and placing you on the ground in front of him. “You win this one.” You say with a giggle.

“Yeah and what's my prize?” Mark's grip on your waist remained strong, pulling you in slightly. You went on your tiptoes and placed your hand on Mark’s jaw pulling him down to your lips. Mark leaned into the kiss, pressing his lips harder to yours. As cliche as it sounds, you felt sparks fly. You had never had such an instant connection with someone like you have with Mark. Mark pulled back, looking down at you with the biggest smile on his face. “What next? Preferably something I can win a prize in again.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don't know Markie, I’m not from here, I don't know what there is to do.”

“You’re not from Michigan? Where are you from?

“Indiana.” You say with a soft smile.

“Well Ms. Indiana, there isn't a whole lot to do in Ann Arbour at 2am but I could show you around campus if you’d like?

“Yeah I’d like that.”

You took another swig of the vodka and Mark grabbed your hand leading you down the street. He showed you some of the important buildings on campus, his favourite places to eat and study, all while asking you questions about yourself.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah, I have 2 sisters, what about you?”

“I have a brother.”

“What are you taking in school?

“Business, what about you?”

“Medical Sciences.”

“Oh so she's pretty and smart?” Mark says looking over at you smiling. He took another big gulp of the vodka before offering the bottle to you. “Want the last sip?” You took the bottle from him, tilted your head back to get every last drop.

“Can't believe we drank that whole bottle.” You giggle, wiping the drop that escaped from your mouth off your chin.

“Yeah we’ll feel it in the morning.” Marks laughs.

“Oh well, it's probably the only reason I stayed warm for this long.”

“Oh my god, I'm dumb, you must be so cold! You don't have pants on! I mean like you have a skirt on just not pants…” Mark rambled, clearly starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You giggled and shut him up by placing your lips onto his.

“I think I’ll survive.” You say when you pull away.

“Good.” He smiled down at you. “Let’s get warm though.” He pulls you towards a building and begins fidgeting with the handle to the door.

“Mark, what are you doing?”

“These doors never really lock, plus it's my favourite building on campus.” He jiggled the door open. You look over at the sign on the building, vision a bit blurry.

“What the heck is a Yost?” Mark chuckles

“Cmon, I'll show ya.”

You grabbed Mark’s hand and he brought you into the lobby of Yost. You were in awe of how nice the arena was.

“I see why it's your favourite building.”

“It’s better when it's packed full of people.” He says looking down at the empty seats and fresh sheet of ice.

“You really love it hey?” Mark paused and looked at you with a serene look on his face.

“I really do. I can't imagine doing anything else.” You give Mark a soft smile. “Wanna see the locker room?” You nod at Mark and he brings you down into the locker room. You were shocked at how nice of a locker room it really was.

“This is so nice.” You say admiring the large M lit up on the ceiling.

“Not bad right? This is my stall here.” Marks sits down, spreading his legs apart to pull you in. There was a long pause where he was just staring at you, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and it was driving you mad.

“Can I sit?” You ask. Mark nodded, expecting you to sit beside him but instead you straddled his lap. His eyes got wide, staring intensely at yours before he pulled you in closer by your hips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and began making out with him, slipping in your tongue in when Mark let out a moan. Mark's hands were all over you, one tangled in your hair and the other running up and down your back before he settled it on your ass. He grabbed onto it and moved his other hand down too which caused you to let out a breathy laugh.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You returned your lips to Marks, them crashing harder against each other. You could feel Mark growing underneath of you which was turning you on even more so you began to grind your hips into him.

“Bet you wont let me fuck you right here, right now.” He moaned into your lips.

“Bet.”

Mark lifted up your skirt and slid your underwear to the side before shifting to get his pants down. He lined himself up with your entrance, pulling your hips down so he was in you. Never in your life have you spontaneously hooked up with a guy, mostly because the idea of it stressed you out, but here you were and you didn’t want it to end. Mark’s grip on your waist was tight as you moved up and down on him, a small groan leaving his mouth with each movement. You ran your fingers up through the back of his hair, your arms pressed against either side of his face so he had to look up at you. Your lips crashed against his, craving more of him each second. His tongue swirled in your mouth when you let out a moan. The both of you reached your highs at the same time, Mark's head falling back, and your body falling into his.

To say that was the best sex you had ever had was an understatement. You slid your body off of Mark so you were sitting in the stall beside him. He got up to clean up, returning to you with a towel to help you get cleaned up.

“Whoa.” Mark said with a smirk.

“Whoa.” You say back with a giggle.

“Are you hungry?”

“Uhh I guess so?”

“Perfect, my favorite restaurant opens in 10 minutes, we can go get some breakfast.” Mark reaches out his hand and you grab it, interlacing your fingers with his.

“You're just showing me all of your favorite things tonight I guess.” You tease.

It was about 7am, but you weren't one bit tired. Time felt like it didn't exist with Mark. You felt like you had spent a week with him yet you were craving more time. When you got to the restaurant, Mark chose a booth by the window so you could watch the sunrise while sipping on a coffee. At first you thought it was kind of cheesy, but the sunrise was extra beautiful, maybe due to the boy sitting across the table from you. The sun reflected off his face, giving him a subtle glow, highlighting all of his features.

“More coffee?” The waitress asked. You nodded and she topped up your cup as you picked away at your pancakes.

“Thank you for last night, I don't think I've ever had that much fun.” You admit, causing Mark to blush.

“No thank you, I also had a really good time.” You went to respond but we’re interrupted by your phone ringing. It was your friend who had brought you to the party.

“Y/N? Oh my god, you're alive.” She sighs. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the diner by the hockey rink.” You answer. Before your friend even answered you on the phone, you heard her swing the door open to the restaurant and come rushing towards you.

“I'm so sorry to cut your breakfast date short but your ride home is planning on leaving without you if you aren't ready in 5.

“What?” You exclaim, “they told me they'd be leaving at 8!”

“Yeah… and it's 7:55.”

“Oh shit. I’m not even packed!” You look at Mark wide-eyed and you couldn't help but notice the sad smile on his face. “How much do I owe you for breakfast?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You stand up and he does as well. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leaned down, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m glad I got to meet you.” You whisper in his ear, planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Me too. Meeting you was my favourite thing to happen to me.” He says tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Bet?” You giggle.

“Bet.” He states, leaning down and kissing you on the lips.

“Come on love bird!” Your friend yells, pulling you away by your arm. You give Mark a soft smile and wave as you leave him standing there alone in the diner.

You were quiet the entire car ride back to Indiana. You couldn't stop thinking about Mark, and how much you missed him. It was hard for you to believe that you missed a boy you had just met the night prior. You had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly nor trusted someone that easily. You had told Mark things you hadn't even told your friend. Conversation never ran dry and you had learned so much about him, well except for 2 very important details. His last name and his phone number.

You looked up the umich instagram page and found the boy; Mark Estapa, #94 for the Michigan Wolverines. You wanted to follow him and send him a DM but you hesitated. You so desperately longed to talk to him but not once in the 12ish hours you spent together did he bother to ask for your last name or phone number. Maybe he just wanted it to be a one night thing, and honestly you were okay with that, though it would be hard to get over him.

The weekend of the frozen 4 rolled around and you decided you would check it out. Remembering how Mark talked about hockey and teammates brought a smile to your face, he was so excited to be going back this season. You watched the whole game; you watched them lose. Your heart sank as you remembered how Mark talked about how disappointing the ending was to his last season, and now he’s reliving that. You wanted to reach out so badly to let him know you were in his corner but you were too scared he would reject you, so you stayed silent. Little did you know, he was hopelessly searching for you and longing to be reconnected in some way.

Mark woke up as the flight from Tampa landed back in Ann Arbour. He gathered his things and headed back to the team bus with the guys, flopping down into his seat sighing. Ethan sits beside him, giving him a sad smile and patting him on the shoulder.

“You boys good if we stop at Starbucks on the way back?” Nolan says leaning over the seat. Both boys nod.

In the spur of the moment you decided to come up and visit your friend again, she had a banquet and invited you to join her. You had finished your in person classes and just had a few assignments to finish up so you were quick to say yes. You were hoping that maybe you’d run into Mark again.

You were at Starbucks, sipping on a black coffee, working on a final assignment while your friend was in her last class of the day, when you noticed a bus pull up in the parking lot. A few boys funneled out and entered the coffee shop. You nonchalantly stared at them, noticing their matching hockey sweaters. You got up and nervously stood in line behind them.

“Excuse me?” You say causing the group of boys to turn around and look at you. “I'm assuming you guys play on the michigan hockey team?”

“Yeah we do.” A boy with a mullet and mustache stated bluntly.

“Is Mark on the bus?”

“How do you know Mark?”

“Well I only met him once, a few weeks ago, but we spent the whole night together and I was dumb and never got his number.”

“Holy shit he wasn’t making it up?” The boys all look at each other and snicker causing you to blush. “Yeah, Etapas on the bus, but we can’t stay unfortunately.”

“Okay well can I buy a coffee for him?”

“Sure but make it quick.”

You bought Mark the same kind of coffee he ordered that morning you watched the sunrise together in the diner. You asked the barista for the marker and wrote on the cup before handing it to the boys. They waved goodbye and headed back to the bus.

“Here.” Nolan says handing Mark a coffee.

“I didn’t order one.” Mark says not even looking at Nolan.

“Yeah, but you might want this one.” Ethan says, sitting back down beside Mark. Mark grabbed the cup and looked at the message on the side.

“bet you won’t text me- y/n l/n” with your number following. Mark's eyes got wide.

“Wait, is she still in there?” The boys all nod and Mark jumps over Ethan and runs off the bus into starbucks. His eyes scan the room but you weren’t there. He pulled out his phone and texted the number on the side of his cup slowly heading back to the bus.

bet you won’t come kiss me.

Mark anxiously waited outside of the bus for a minute but you were nowhere to be seen. Mark dropped his head in disappointment and turned around to head back onto the bus.

“bet!” You yell to get his attention. Mark quickly turned around and walked towards you, grabbing your face and passionately placing his lips to yours. You let your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls away to bring you in for a hug. The boys on the bus were hollering at the two of you but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that Mark was standing in front of you once again.

“Why are you here?” He asks

“I'm up for my friends' banquet, but if I'm being honest I was hoping I'd bump into you again. Oh and I wanted to return this.” You reached in your bag and pulled out the sweater Mark let you wear that night. Mark smiled and took the sweater from your hands.

“Well i’m glad you came, I’ve spent the last 2 weeks thinking about you everyday, and my friends were starting to think I was crazy.” Mark laughs. “How long are you here til?”

“Until tomorrow.”

“Well we better make the most of our time then.” Mark leans down and plants another kiss on your lips, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, yours doing the same.

“Cmon lover boy!” His coach yells over.

“Bet you won’t come on the bus with me.” He says looking down at you with a smirk.

“Bet.”

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