#dakoda rhéaume-mullen

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doing face masks with deeks after his game when he’s super tired and his wants to cuddle :)

face masks

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you walk into dakoda's dorm and find him sitting on the couch.

“hey."

"hi."you walk over and sit down beside him.

he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“you tired?” you ask, running your fingers through his freshly washed hair. 

he nods. “mhm. just wanna cuddle."

"so you don't want to do facemasks tonight?"

"no, i do."

you laugh, gently extracting yourself from his arms. “you sure? you look like you might fall asleep before we even start.”

“i’m sure,” he insists, though his eyes are closed. “just wanna do something with you.”

"i'll do yours if you want me to."  you offer, already knowing his answer.

"okay."

you get up and head to the bathroom, gathering the face masks, a headband you left, and two towels.

when you return, he’s moved to his bed and is already laying down, eyes half-open, watching you with a lazy grin.

“alright, sleepyhead,” you tease, sitting beside him. “let’s do this.”

he sits up just long enough for you to put the headband on to keep the hair out of his face and then lays back down.

you apply the face mask, his eyes closing again as you smooth the cool texture over his skin.

when you finish with his mask, you quickly apply yours.

as soon as you’re done, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you down beside him. 

you lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before dakoda speaks again. 

“this is nice. we might have to make this a weekly thing."

you tilt your head slightly to look at him. "i told you."

"yeah, yeah. i know."

you glance at the clock and realize it's been long enough, and it's time to take them off. you sit up and take yours off and  look over at dakoda to see him already looking at you.

"does that hurt?"

you shake your head. "no. i only put a thin layer on."

you peel his off and throw both of them away before grabbing the towels. you hand him a towel and start wiping off your face. "i like when it's just us." 

"me too. "

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also thinking about how, going along with the date party, since she’s still in high school her feeling kinda insecure about dakoda being around college girls and being lowkey down about herself and not wanting to tell him but he finds out somehow

"reassurance"

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 you are sitting  on dakoda's bed watching him and michael play rocket league. there's a knock at the door, and seeing that neither of them are pausing their game to answer it, you get up off the bed and walk over to the door. 

you pull the door open and there's a girl standing infront of you. 

"hi, is dk here?"

you're caught of guard at the fact that this random girl is asking for your boyfriend but you manage a "uh, yeah," and turn back to look at dakoda. "koda, someone's here for you."

dakoda stands up and immediately smiles when he sees her. 

"oh, hey claire." he says walking over. he hands you the controller. "i'll be right back, play for me."

and that's all he says before he follows 'claire' out into the hall. you shut the door and walk over to the couch, sitting down beside michael. 

you're trying to focus so you don't mess up their rank but your mind can't seem to forget what just happened. 

michael nudges you with his elbow. "are you gonna move? you're gonna get us kicked from the game for being idle."

"huh? oh sorry." you start moving your car, but you're up on the walls or stuck in the goals.

 michael clearly has enough and leaves the game. 

"are you good? i don't remember you ever playing like that when dk had you take over for him." 

you try to play it off, forcing a smile. "i'm fine. just distracted, i guess."

but he isn't convinced. he's been around you long enough to know that you're lying. "you can talk to me. it's better to voice whatever's bothering you than to hold it in."

you consider telling him, but the words stick in your throat. instead, you just shake your head. "it's nothing, really."

"if you say so. we don't have to play, though. i'll just wait for dk to get back."

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it's been about ten minutes since dakoda went with claire. you moved from the couch back to dakoda's bed, and michael went to go get food from the dining hall. 

your watching tiktoks when the door opens and dakoda walks in. "where'd michael go?" 

"dining hall."

he sits down on the bed beside you. "did you guys win that game?"

"didn't play it."

dakoda leans over you. "what's wrong?"

"nothing, i'm fine." 

"hm.. no you're not." he pokes your side, and you move away from him. "did michael say something?"

"no."

"then what's wrong." 

you sigh and sit up. you didn't want to tell him so you wouldn't come off as clingy or insecure, but you also know dakoda well enough to know that he's not going to leave you alone until he gets you to tell him what's bothering you. 

"i just... i don't know. i guess i just get worried. i feel a little out of place sometimes, like you're in college and surrounded by all these girls who are older and more experienced, and i'm still in high school."  you take a deep breath. "i can't help but feel like maybe you'll find someone better."

dakoda's expression softens as he listens. "hey. i get it, but you have nothing to worry about. none of those girls are you. you're the one I want to be with, no matter where you are."

you let out a shaky breath. "i don't want to be the clingy girlfriend who's always worried about this stuff."

"you're not clingy. you care, and that's not a bad thing. if something's bothering you, i want to know. we'll deal with whatever it is together. and trust me, claire's just a friend. she only came over because her roommates mom has a flower shop, and i ordered some off of her for you." he reaches over to his nightstand and grabs the flowers, handing them to you. 

"thank you." you stare at the flowers, feeling both relieved and a little guilty. you didn't want to make him feel like you didn't trust him, but the doubts had crept in anyway. "i'm sorry." you whisper, looking up at him. "i just get in my own head sometimes."

"it's okay, i understand. we all have moments where we get in our heads." he pulls you into a hug. "i'm here for you, always. and you are more than enough. don't ever doubt that."

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dakoda teaching you how to skate at mich family skate

teaching you how to skate

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dakoda's kneeling in front of you tying your skates. he looks up at you and laughs. "you look terrified."

"because i am terrified. the last time i tried skating, i was eight."

"you'll be fine." he tells you, going back to tying.  "you've got me this time and i won't let you fall." he finishes tying the skate and stands up, offering his hand. "alright, up you go."

you grab it, and he pulls you up, steadying you as you wobble on the rubber mats leading to the ice.

"i'm going to die," you mutter under your breath, clinging to his arm like it's the only thing keeping you upright.

dakoda laughs again. "you're so dramatic. you're not going to die. worst case, you get a bruise or two. best case, you discover you're actually a natural, and i take all the credit."

you jokingly roll your eyes as he steps out onto the ice. you step out and your skates slide out from under you almost instantly,  you grab his arm in a panic. "dakoda!"

"relax, i got you." 

"how do you make this look so easy?"

"because it is easy," he says, smirking. "you're just overthinking it. bend your knees a little, loosen up. and stop clinging to me like i'm the only thing keeping you alive."

you glare at him but let go of his arm and he skates backwards a few inches. "there you go. now, just push off with one foot and glide with the other. it's all about balance."

you attempt to mimic his movements, but your skates barely move, and you're pretty sure you look like a baby deer learning to walk. "balance," you repeat under your breath. "sure. easy." you go to move again and almost fall, quickly you grab onto the boards. you look over at him and he's trying not to laugh as you get sprayed with ice. you turn around and michael is there laughing. "of course it's you."

"of course, it's you," michael mocks. "i thought you were a pro at everything, y/n?"

"i never said that." you mutter, still holding onto the boards for dear life.

dakoda skates over to you and pries your hands away. "come on. we're trying again." you give in and let him guide you away from the boards. "push off gently with one foot. small movements. don't overthink it."

you attempt to do as he says, shifting your weight and gliding forward, well, more like awkwardly shuffling, but it's progress.

"there you go!" dakoda smiles,  "see? it's not that hard."

"i feel like bambi," you mumble, concentrating on keeping your balance.

"bambi got the hang of it eventually." he tells you.

michael skates past again then circles back. "you're improving. at this rate, you might be able to let go of him by next year."

you glare at him. "remind me again why you're even over here?"

"entertainment." he answers before skating away again. 

"ignore him. you're doing great." dakoda says, letting go of one of your hands. 

you immediately panic and grab onto his sleeve. "nope. bad idea. i need both hands."

"no you don't." dakoda laughs. "believe in yourself a little. you're doing better than you think."

you slowly loosen your grip on his sleeve and try to not rely on him as much. you're shaky, but you're not falling, so maybe there's hope yet.

you continue trying and eventually get the hang of it, letting go of him entirely. the wobbles are still there, but they're less frequent. 

he skates around you in slow circles, staying close but giving you some space. 

you make it the whole way around without falling, and when you reach the starting point again, you slowly turn towards dakoda. "i did it," you say, in disbelief.

he smiles. "i told you you could do it. do you want to go around again or do you want to take a break for a little bit."

"i want to go around again." you hold your hand out and he grabs it. 

the two of you skate around the rink together, dakoda letting you set the pace. 

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after being allowed to see dakoda again, your parents make him come over to dinner so they can talk about “priorities” and your relationship

priorities

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you’re pacing in the entryway, trying to keep your nerves in check. dakoda’s on his way because your parents insisted on having dinner with him, something about “priorities” and “understanding the relationship.” you don’t know what to expect, but you’re not exactly excited about it.

the sound of the doorbell pulls you out of your thoughts. you walk over and open the door. 

“hey,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, something you've noticed that he does when he's nervous.

“hi,” you reply, stepping aside to let him in. "are you ready for this?"

dakoda forces a smile. "as i'll ever be."

he follows you into the living room and your dad immediately stands up, holding his hand out. "nice to see you dakoda."

he gives a small nod, shaking his hand. "it's nice to see you too, sir."

your dad looks over at you. "why don't you go see if your mother needs help. i'll chat with dakoda."

"okay." 

dakoda's eyes widen and you give him a small smile before heading towards the kitchen. the last thing you want to do is to leave him alone with your dad, but you know you have no choice. 

you walk in and your mom’s bustling around the kitchen, humming a little to herself, clearly focused on making sure everything is perfect for dinner. you know she’s been looking forward to this night, even if you’re not exactly thrilled about it.

“can i help with anything?” you ask, leaning against the counter.

she glances over at you and smiles. “everything’s just about ready. you can grab everyone cups though."

you walk over to the cupboard to get them and can’t help but listen for the conversation in the other room, trying to get any sense of how things are going. every few moments, you catch snippets of your dad’s voice but nothing from dakoda.

you grab the cups and focus back on your mom, who’s now setting the last of the plates on the table. "i know you’ve been under a lot of pressure with school, but i’m sure this will be good for you both. it’s important to understand each other’s priorities.”

you nod, even though the word "priorities" feels like a weight hanging over you. your parents have made it clear that they think your focus should be on school, not on anyone else. it’s hard to shake that feeling, especially when your dad's trying to find a reason to keep things in check with dakoda.

just as you're about to add something, the sound of laughter comes from the living room. you freeze for a second, listening.

“sounds like they’re doing alright,” your mom says, sensing your tension. “your dad can be a little intimidating, but he’s just making sure everything is clear. he likes to know people are serious.”

“i know,” you reply, glancing over your shoulder at the doorway. “i just don’t know what to expect. it’s a lot.”

“it’s normal to feel that way." she tells you. "you’ve been through a lot recently, with everything going on with school and with the changes in your life. this is just part of growing up. you’ve got to find your balance. you can go tell them that dinner is ready."

you nod and walk out of the kitchen. 

you stop in the living room doorway and find dakoda leaning forward, laughing at something your dad just said. “dinner’s ready."

"great. let's eat." your dad says, standing up and walking past you.

“you survived the first round,” you whisper to dakoda, following after your dad. 

dakoda laughs under his breath. “barely. your dad doesn’t mess around.”

"tell me about it."

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"thank you again for dinner," dakoda says. "everything was amazing."

your mom smiles. "you're very welcome. it’s nice to actually be able to sit down with you properly."

"agreed," your dad chimes in, setting his cup on the table. "though, i’d like to have a little serious conversation now, dakoda. i know relationships are important, but y/n has always had big dreams. her academics have to come first, especially now that it's her senior year. i’m not saying you’re a distraction, but i need to know you understand how important her future is to this family."

dakoda nods. "i completely understand, sir. y/n's goals are incredibly important, and i’d never want to stand in the way of them. i know how much effort she puts into school, and i try to support her however i can, whether that’s helping her study or giving her space whenever she needs it."

your dad studies dakoda for a moment, his expression unreadable. finally he nods. "good. that’s great to hear. keep that in mind and we'll have no issues."

"thank you for coming, dakoda,” your mom says, standing up and starting to gather the dishes. 

“thank you for having me, mrs. y/l/n,” he says, quickly moving to help her with the plates.

“oh, don’t worry about that,” she says with a wave of her hand. “you’re our guest. y/n why don't you walk him out?”

you stand up and walk out of the kitchen with dakoda following you. 

"well, that wasn’t as terrifying as i thought it would be." dakoda jokes once you guys get out by his car.

you hug him. "you handled it pretty well. honestly, i think my dad likes you."

dakoda laughs, wrapping his arms around you. "i wouldn't say 'like', but i think he tolerates me. which is a step in the right direction, i guess. i should probably go though, i don't want to overstay my welcome."

you pull away from the hug. "it was nice to see you, even if it was for a little bit. text me when you're back at the dorm?"

"i will." he says, opening the car door. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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hage is such a third wheel when you’re there to see deeks that sometimes you all just go to dinner dates the three of you

chaos

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you finally got your biology grade up and are in ann arbor to see dakoda.

the two of you are lying in his bed, the room quiet except for michael occasionally raging at whatever xbox game he's playing.

dakoda shifts slightly, turning to face you. he brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. "my love."

you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "my heart."

"my soul."

a loud groan interrupts the moment before you can respond. "can you two get a room?"

dakoda turns his head to look at michael, telling him to "shut up" before looking back at you.

"i'm serious," michael says, pushing the buttons on the controller louder. "it's like a whole ass rom-com over there."

you laugh, and dakoda rolls his eyes. "well, technically, you weren't even supposed to be here tonight, so it's your fault you have to deal with us."

"hey, be nice to him," you tell dakoda. "he can't help it that he has no friends." you peek over dakoda to see michael's reaction and get hit in the head with a pillow instead.

you blink, dramatically rubbing your head and staring at michael in disbelief. "did you just—"

michael laughs. "yeah, you were asking for it."

"he's not invited to dinner tonight." you look down at dakoda, who's trying not to laugh.

"no!" michael yells. "i'm sorry! please don't make me eat dining hall food! i'll sit here and be quiet, i swear."

dakoda raises an eyebrow at you. "what do you think? should we let him off the hook?"

"please, y/n," michael pleads. "you can't do this to me. you have no idea what it's like to eat those sad excuses for a meal."

"hmm..." you pretend to think. "fine. i guess you can come with us, but you have to actually be quiet for a little bit so dakoda can nap."

michael immediately nods. "deal."

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after dinner, the three of you pile back into your car. you are driving, dakoda is in the passenger seat, and michael is obviously in the back.

"head over boots" by jon pardi comes on, and dakoda sets your phone on the middle console.

as soon as dakoda starts singing to you, the song skips.

"michael," dakoda warns, turning in his seat. "give me it."

you look in the rearview mirror and see dakoda hold his hand out for your phone, but michael holds it to his chest.

"absolutely not. you two were about to serenade each other. it's nauseating."

dakoda unbuckles and fully turns around in his seat. he climbs halfway into the back, when you notice the cop sitting off to the side of the road. "sit down! there's a cop!"

dakoda quickly spins around and sits back down, buckling up, but the cop's lights are already flashing. you pull over and glance at dakoda as the cop walks up to your window.

he taps on your window, and you roll it down.

"do you know why i pulled you over?"

you shake your head slightly, trying to remain calm. "no, officer."

"well," the officer says, "your passenger was unbuckled and partially in the backseat. it's important for everyone to stay in their seats and buckled at all times, especially when you're driving. it's not just a safety issue; it's a law. are you aware of that?"

you nod. "yes, i understand. i'm really sorry."

the officer looks between you and dakoda for a moment before asking, "license and registration, please."

you give them to him, and he takes them back to his car.

he returns minutes later, holding the documents in his hand. he hands them back to you with a nod. "i've written you up for the seatbelt violation. you'll need to take care of it online or in person. have a good night." he holds it out to you, and you take it.

"thank you. you too."

he walks away, and you roll the window up.

"i'm sorry." dakoda says as michael hands him your phone.

"it's fine. as long as my dad doesn't find out, we're good." you put the citation in the middle console and start the car again. "plus, it was technically all michael's fault."

you look in the rearview mirror, and he gives you an offended look. "actually, i was the good boy that had his ass on the seat and was buckled up."

you get back on the road, and dakoda scoffs. "i wouldn't have been unbuckled if you had just given her phone back to me."

"please, i wasn't about to witness you serenading her."

"well, i guess you should be glad to know that you won't have to deal with that any longer since you aren't invited to go out with us anymore."

"yeah, right. you guys will miss me third-wheeling and invite me again."

"that's doubtful." you tell him, parking in the dorm parking lot. "sometimes i seriously forget that you're older than us."

you all get out of the car, and dakoda grabs your hand as you walk towards the entrance.

"you two are so mean to me. i really got to make more friends."

you look over at him. "please! i'll even help you look for them."

michael gives you a dirty look. "have fun sleeping in the hallway tonight." he says, running ahead of you.

you look up at dakoda. "he does know that you have your key, right?"

dakoda shakes his head. "he probably doesn't even have his key, so he isn't getting in without us."

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going off of the bear thought, koda being jealous of the bear cause you sleep with it in your arms when you’re together instead of him hehe

the bear pt 2

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you're laying in bed with dakoda, watching a movie on his laptop. wolfy wrapped up in your arms like he always is.

dakoda shifts beside you. you catch him glancing at you, then at wolfy, then back at you again. the corners of his mouth pull into a small frown. "you're still holding him?"

you look down at wolfy, then back at him. "yeah, i always sleep with him. you know that."

he sighs and leans back against the pillows, crossing his arms. his eyes are back on the screen but he's clearly not paying attention. "you love that thing more than me, huh?"

"i love you both. you a little more, i guess." you tell him, setting wolfy down between you. 

dakoda looks over at you offended. "i don't know what hurt more 'a little' or 'i guess'. i got you wolfy so you'd have someone to cuddle with when i'm gone. last time i checked, i'm not in ann arbor and we're laying in the same bed."

the movie plays on, but neither of you are paying attention now. you shift closer, laying a hand on his arm. "i didn't mean it like that. you know i love having you here. wolfy's just...comforting."

he pouts, glancing down at wolfy. "comforting, huh? what am i, chopped liver?"

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "you're more than comforting. you're everything."

dakoda sighs again, but this time there's a small smile. "fine. but tonight, i'm cuddling you. wolfy can take a break." 

he picks up wolfy and you watch him drop him on the floor. 

"poor wolfy." 

"poor me." dakoda says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer against him. "we'll restart it. if i'm being honest, i was too distracted by the fact you'd rather cuddle a stuffed animal than your own boyfriend to watch any of that."

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wanna add some angst so maybe the transition to umich isn’t super easy for dakoda with school and hockey, and he starts neglecting you a little bit and it starts a little argument because you’re struggling in school too

sorry it took me so long to get this out.

the break

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you knew dakoda's transition to umich would be rough, but what you didn't expect was how quickly things would change. the two of you barely talk anymore. the once frequent long calls and texts have turned into very little or none at all.

you keep telling yourself that he just needs to get used to everything, but you're slowly losing hope. you miss him. you've been trying to keep your mind off of everything by hanging out with friends, but it only lasts for so long before someone brings him up.

you just get home from a friend's birthday party when dakoda calls you.

"hello?" you answer, setting your keys on the kitchen counter.

"hey. what was up with ari's story?" he asks. 

"what one?" you put the call on speaker and go to look at her story. 

"the one of you and gage."

you let out a sigh, leaning against the counter. "it's nothing, koda. he's just in my math class."

dakoda scoffs. "he wasn't looking at you like you were just some classmate. i know how gage is. i used to be friends with him, remember?"

"we were talking about me and you. not once did he say anything flirty or out of line towards me."

"he doesn't have to say it for it to be obvious," dakoda snaps. "he was all over you."

you roll your eyes even though he can't see it. "he wasn't. we were at a party, standing near each other. that's it."

"i'm just saying it looked weird, and you didn't think to maybe, i don't know, tell him to back off?"

"back off?" you laugh. "why are you acting like this?"

"because it's not the first time i've seen gage pull this shit with someone," he snaps. "i know how he works."

"well, maybe he's changed," you shoot back. "not that it matters, because again, nothing happened."

there's silence on the line for a moment before he finally mutters, "i'm just trying to look out for us."

that sends you over the edge. "us? there hasn't been an us in weeks," you say, your voice trembling. "do you even realize how little we talk? i can count on one hand the number of conversations we've had since you've been at michigan."

"that's not fair. i've just been busy trying to adapt to classes and hockey-"

"okay, and i get that," you interrupt, your voice rising. "but do you think i'm just sitting around twiddling my thumbs? i'm working my ass off at school, trying to keep up with my classes and my job, and i still find time to reach out to you. but god forbid you take five minutes out of your day to ask how i'm doing."

"y/n-"

"no. i'm not done," you cut him off again. "i'm tired, dakoda. i'm tired of putting in all the effort while you just show up when it's convenient for you. do you even understand how exhausting it is to constantly wonder if i'm just wasting my time? because that's what it feels like. we used to talk all the time. we used to actually care about what was going on in each other's lives. now? i feel like i barely even know you anymore. i get it. college is hard. hockey is demanding. but guess what? life is hard for me too. and yet, i've still been here, trying to make this work." you take a deep breath. "do you know how many nights i've stayed up, staring at my phone, hoping you'd call? or even just text me to say goodnight? do you know what it feels like to be in a relationship with someone who makes you feel like an afterthought?"

again, the line goes silent, but you wait.

"maybe we should break up," he whispers, and those three words hit you like a punch to the gut.

"what?" you ask.

"i don't want to hurt you anymore, y/n. you're giving everything, and i'm not giving enough. i thought i could handle everything, but... but i can't. and that's not fair to you. you deserve more than i can give you right now."

your heart sinks, your breath catching in your throat. "so that's it? you're just giving up?"

"i'm trying to do what's best for you. you said it yourself, you're tired. and i don't want to be the reason you feel like this anymore."

you press your lips together, trying to stop the tears that are already welling up. "y-you think this is what's best for me? breaking m-my heart is what's best for me?"

"i'm breaking my own heart too, you know." his voice cracks. "but this isn't working, and i don't want you to keep waiting for me to be the person you need me to be, because i don't know when or if i'll get there."

a sob escapes your lips, and you let your phone fall out of your hands and onto the counter. "i loved you. all i've ever wanted was for you to love me the same way and put in a little effort. but the way you're acting right now... it feels like you never did."

"don't say that. i loved you, i still do, i just don't know how to give you what you need right now. you deserve someone who can show up for you, someone who isn't constantly pulling away. and right now, i'm not that person. if we keep going like this, i feel like i'm only going to hurt you more. and i can't live with that. i'm sorry, y/n. i really am."

you don't know what to say. you want to say something, to make him change his mind, to make everything go back to the way it was. but you know it's too late. this is the end and it feels like he's taking every part of you with him.

"goodbye, y/n."

"goodbye," you whisper, barely able to get the words out.

he ends the call, and it sinks in that it's actually over.

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it's been a week since you and dakoda have broken up and you aren't doing very well. everything in your room is reminding you of him, the hoodies, the bear, the jewelry, so you decide to go get a milkshake after school. although that was a bad idea because it just made you think of all the times the two of you would come here when he first got his car. 

you didn't realize you had zoned out thinking about him until a voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

"i figured i would find you here."

startled, you look up to see dakoda's mom standing in front of you. 

"mind if i join you?" she asks.

"uh, no, not at all," you reply, gesturing to the spot across from you. "sorry, i was thinking."

she nods, sliding into the booth. "how have you been holding up?"

"it's been rough." you tell her honestly, swirling the straw around in your milkshake. "i miss him and everything is reminding me of him."

"it's okay to miss him," she says gently. "you two shared a lot together. he asked if i've seen or heard from you." 

you look up, unsure if you heard her right. "he has?" you ask, wondering if it is just about his stuff. maybe he is asking to see if you'd dropped it off yet. "i'll bring his stuff over later. i've been meaning to do it."

she shakes her head. "it wasn't about that, hunny. he's worried about you. he wants to reach out to try and fix things but he's scared."

dakoda is scared? the boy who is always so confident, scared of reaching out?

"i don't know what to do," you confess. "i miss him, but everything is so confusing. i don't want to get hurt again, but i don't want to just walk away either."

she smiles. "i can't tell you what the right thing to do is, but i can tell you that if you still care about him, if you're willing to take a chance, i promise you he'll be there. he's not as tough as he pretends to be, he's struggling with this just as much as you are, y/n/n."

"do you think i should go talk to him? like in person?"  you ask. 

"i think if you're feeling that pull to talk to him, you should listen to it."

you take a sip of your milkshake, the idea of going to ann arbor swirling in your mind. "but what if he doesn't want to see me?"

"i don't think he'd ever not want to see you, sweetheart.  he still cares about you deeply, even if he's struggling to show it the way he should. but this has to be your choice. if you think you need closure, clarity, or even just a real conversation, go. if you're not ready, that's okay too."

you nod, taking a deep breath. "i think i need to see him. for myself. whether it's to try and figure things out or to really let go, i need to see him."

she reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. "then go," she tells you. "follow your heart, but protect it too. and whatever happens, just know that you're stronger than you think."

you nod. "thank you. i think i'm going to go now. if i don't do it soon, i might chicken out." you stand up, grabbing your bag and milkshake. "thank you again for everything. it means a lot that you'd talk to me like this, even after..." you trail off, not wanting to finish the sentence, but she understands.

she smiles again. "you don't have to thank me. go get your boy."

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you park in the dorm parking lot and call him. 

"hello?" he answers the phone, sounding like he had just woken up.

"hi. i'm sorry. did i wake you up?"

"y/n?" there's shuffling on his side. "no i was just- i was just laying here. what's wrong? are you okay?"

"i'm fine" you take a deep breath. "i'm actually outside if you are willing to come out and talk."

"i'll be right out." he ends the call. 

your heart pounds as you stare at the entrance to the dorms waiting for him to come out. a few minutes pass, and then you see him walk out and walk toward your car. he looks different. not in a bad way, just tired like he hasn't been sleeping much either.

he hesitates for a moment before opening the passenger door and sliding in. "hey."

"hi," you reply, gripping the steering wheel tightly in an attempt to steady your nerves.

neither of you say anything at first, not knowing what to say. 

"i'm sorry." dakoda breaks the silence. "i should've done more. i should've tried harder. i never meant to make you feel like that," he says, his voice breaking slightly. "i didn't mean to push you away. i was just so caught up in everything here that i started to lose sight of what was really important to me. and i didn't realize how bad it was until you brought it up. i never wanted to make you feel like you were an afterthought. i've been lying to myself thinking that i could just focus on everything else and it would be fine, but it's not. i miss you. i miss the way we used to talk, the way we used to be."

"i miss you and us too," you admit. "this last week has been pure torture. everywhere i went, everything i did, it all reminded me of you. and all i've been able to think about is how things ended and how much i wish they hadn't." 

he looks over at you for the first time since he got in the car. "i didn't want to break up with you. i was just scared because after you pointed out how distant i've been, i thought i was losing you no matter what i did. so i broke up with you before you could do it to me. which obviously wasn't the best idea.. i screwed it all up. i let my fear take over instead of talking to you about it, and i honestly thought maybe you'd be better off without me."

"better off without you?" you repeat. "koda, do you know how hard it's been without you? you've been my person for so long. even when things got hard and we were barely talking i never wanted to let go because you weren't just my boyfriend. you were my best friend and when we broke up, it felt like i lost everything all at once. it wasn't better without you. it was worse. so much worse."

"i'm sorry. i didn't know how to balance everything. i thought if i could just focus on classes and hockey, i'd figure out how to make time for you later. but all i did was push you away, and i hate myself for that. losing you once was the biggest mistake of my life. i don't want to do this without you. i can't do it without you. please don't give up on us."

"if i was going to give up on us i wouldn't be here, koda." you tell him. "but i need to know that you'll actually put in the effort this time, and that I'm not going to be the only one trying."

dakoda nods. "i will, i promise. i'll call more. i'll text. i'll come home and see you every chance i get. whatever it takes to prove to you that you're my priority, i'll do it."

you search his eyes for any hint of hesitation, but there's none. "okay. then let's try again."

dakoda leans over the middle console and pulls you into a hug. "i'm sorry. i won't let you feel like that ever again. i promise."

"i know." you fully relax into his arms and for the first time in a week you feel like you can finally breathe again. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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stealing kodas special team michigan hockey sweatshirts and taking them home and he’s like “where are they all going..?” until he sees them in your bed/room

hoodie thief

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you're doing homework when dakoda facetimes you.

"hey," you answer.

"hi, what are you doing?" 

"working on a project," you reply, propping your phone up. "what are you doing?"

"trying to find my one hoodie. i need it for the game friday, and i can't find it. actually, i can't find any of my michigan ones." 

"hmm... have you checked-"

"i've checked everywhere," he cuts you off. "do you have any of them?"

you shake your head. "no."

"uh huh. you are wearing one right now. take me to your closet."

you pick up your phone and walk over to your closet, opening the door. you turn the camera so he can see.

his eyes scan your closet and stop at the michigan hoodies you hid towards the back. "you thief! how many are there?"

you turn the camera back to face you. "i don't know. i may have borrowed a few."

"borrowed? a few? you have my entire collection," he teases. "i've been wondering where they all went. are you able to bring the one with the  'M' in the middle by friday?" 

"i can bring it today if that works?"

dakoda nods. "are you done with your homework?"

"no, but i have until wednesday to finish it."

"it's up to you. i just need it by friday."

"i'll bring it today," you tell him, pulling the hoodie out of your closet.  "it gives me an excuse to come see you." you walk over and set your phone down on the bed to take the hoodie off the hanger. 

"that was your plan all along, huh?"

"nooo..." you pick the phone back up. "i'm leaving now."

dakoda laughs. "alright. be careful. i love you."

"i will. i love you too."

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getting sick and just wanting koda to take care of you but you don’t want to get in trouble

sick

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you are on day three of having the flu and want nothing more than to cuddle with dakoda, but you still haven't gotten your biology grade up so that isn't a possibility. 

you're laying in bed, wrapped up in several blankets, watching tv when your phone lights up beside you. you see it's a facetime from dakoda, so you reach one hand out of the blanket and answer it. "hello."

"hi, how are you feeling?"

you pick the phone up so he can see you. "still not very good." you cough.

"i'm sorry. did you take any medicine?"

"yeah, a little bit ago," you say, pulling the blankets tighter around you. "i'm so cold."

dakoda frowns. "i wish i could come over and take care of you."

"me too. i miss you."

"i miss you too. what are you watching?" 

you glance at the tv. "gossip girl."

"should've known. you always watch it when you're sick." he laughs. "when's the last time you ate anything?"

you pause and try to remember. honestly, you don't really feel hungry at all.

"i'll take that as a 'not recently." he raises an eyebrow. "what do you want? i'll doordash it."

"i don't really want anything." you admit. "my stomach feels kind of weird."

he frowns again. "you can't just not eat, babe." he goes on pause and comes back a couple seconds later. "i got you soup and gatorade. it should be there in thirty minutes."

"thank you. you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." he insists. "i know you don't feel well but try and have a little bit of the soup when it gets there, even if it's a few sips of the broth."

you nod. "i will."

"good. get some rest after you eat, ok? i'll check in on you after practice."

"okay, i love you."

"i love you too."

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alternatively, you remaking dakoda into your house since you can’t go to ann arbor for a little you’re like “might as well bring him here” takes convincing though ;)

a/n: idk if freshmen can have cars on campus but go along with it if they can't.

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two weeks have passed since you got caught and you still haven't been allowed to go see dakoda. you've been texting and facetiming like usual but it's not the same. 

it's almost eleven, and you guys are doing your nightly facetime. you zone out, staring at dakoda's face on the screen, thinking about how you might be able to sneak him in.

"whatcha thinkin' about?" dakoda asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"how to sneak you in." you say it like it's nothing.

"what? that's a terrible idea. didn't they get cameras?"

"just the doorbell one. as long as you don't walk in line with the front door it won't pick you up. please, i really need to see you."

"how do you expect me to sneak in. the only other door you have is the one by your parents room, and your on the second floor."

"there's the tree by my window." you suggest.

"you want me to climb a tree!? let me try to explain that one to coach naur when i show up with a broken arm or leg."

you hear michael laugh in the background. "she really has this planned out, donks. i say you go for it."

"no, there's too much to risk."

you groan, laying back on the bed. "just say you hate me."

he rolls his eyes. "i don't hate you. i just don't think this is the best idea. i know you miss me. i miss you too," he says quietly. "but what if something goes wrong? you know how your parents are. if they catch me sneaking in, it's gonna be even worse. plus, i don't even know how i'll get there unless i uber."

"i'll take you."

dakoda's head snaps towards michael. "will you quit eavesdropping for one, and for two i'm convinced you want me dead." 

"please, 'koda."

dakoda sighs, running a hand through his hair. "fine, but we're coming up with an actual plan."

so the two of you sit there and come up with a plan. then dakoda ends the call, telling you he will text when he gets close to your house. 

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dakoda<3: turning onto your street now.

you: okay, my window is open.

you get out of bed and walk over to the window. you see him walking along the fence, and he makes a beeline for the tree. 

he starts up the tree and immediately jumps down, hiding behind it.

"what are you doing?" you whisper shout.

"the curtain moved."

 you lean out of the window some and see your cat laying against the window. "it's just the cat. hurry up." 

he moves out from behind the tree and starts climbing again. the further up he climbs the more he mutters under his breath about how ridiculous it is. 

once he gets to the branch that is closest to your window, you grab his arm, helping him into your room. 

he turns and shuts the window before pulling you into a hug. "i cannot believe i just did that." 

"i can't believe you did either," you bury your face into his chest, "i missed you so much."

"i missed you too." dakoda holds you tighter, his chin resting on the top of your head. "It was worth it, though. even if i do only get to see you for a little while."

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can we get a part 2 of the sneaking out idea please please 🙏

caught pt 2

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you walk into your room and collapse onto your bed, unlocking your phone to see that dakoda has already messaged you. 

dakoda<3: did you make it home?

you:yeah, bad news though.

dakoda<3: you got caught?

you: mhm but that's not the worst of it.

dakoda<3: what happened?

you: dad took my car for a week and i can't come see you until i get my bio grade up. he said once i show some responsibility and i prove to them that i'm focused on school and my future we'll talk about me being able to come see you. i tried to tell him that you aren't the reason i'm struggling but he wouldn't listen.

dakoda<3: that's stupid, i'm sorry. i'm not the best at biology but i'll help you study anyway that i can.

you: i don’t want you to feel like you have to help me. plus you have your own stuff to worry about.

dakoda<3: i want to help. i know you’re stressed, and if i can make it a little easier on you, i want to. 

you: i appreciate it. i really do. i just hate that everything feels like it’s piling up at once.

dakoda<3: you'll get through it. i know it's frustrating now, but you got this. you're doing your best, whether they see that or not. i'm proud of you and we're in this together.

you: thank you. you have practice in a couple hours, so i'm gonna let you go back to sleep. i love you.

dakoda<3:alright, make sure you go back to sleep for a little bit too. i love you too. 

you: i will❤