#dakoda rhéaume-mullen

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U-17

November 3, 2022

Mary closed her eyes taking deep breaths as she focused on her music playing through her headphone, sitting in her stall before the game.

She was about the play in the first game of the IIHF U-17 tournament in Vancouver. It was her first big tournament where she could win an actually gold medal.

Unfortunately none of her family could be here so she just had her team. Will and her Mom were in Michigan as Will has games the same day as her games and Grace and her Dad were still in Boston.

She felt a gentle touch and looked up seeing Cole Hutson and she took her headphones off, “Ready Smits?” Cole asked softly.

Hutson was not someone who she got immediately close to like James but he’s warmed his way into her heart and becoming a really good friend of her’s, it was not surprising to see Mary, James, Cole and Hutson together hanging out all the time. Mary really loves playing with Hutson and most of the time Hutson’s line is out with Mary’s line.

Mary nodded and turned her phone and headphones off and got up walking next to Cole as they headed out of the locker room with their team.

The first game was against Finland.

She jumped over the boards in the middle of the first period just as Dakoda Rhéaume-Mullen got the puck and passed it across the ice to her and she flicked it into the goal getting the first goal of the game.

“Nice pass Kodes.” Mary smiled reaching up and patting Dakoda on his helmet making him grin brightly at her.

Mary skated back to the bench and fist bumped James as she plopped back down next to him.

Next shift out James grabbed the puck and smacked it to Mary and Mary quick to skated up the ice looking as if she was about to shoot it but passed it to Cole and Cole scored.

Mary slammed into one of her best friends patting his back as James was on Cole’s other side, “Let’s go Eisy.” James cheered.

US was leading the first period 2-0.

Second period was horrible. Finland scored three times and US scored nothing.

Mary shared a look with her line mates, James and Cole and they headed onto the ice for their first shift.

James won the face off and tired to pass the puck to Mary but it got broken up, Cole skated in and grabbed the puck and passed it to Mary and Mary took the puck up the ice shooting it right between the goalies legs.

“Yeah baby!” Cole cheered shaking her head she tied the game up.

James patted her head before they headed back to then bench.

Finland didn’t get another goal but US got another one.

The finland net was empty with a minute left and US leading 4-3 and Mary got the puck and passed to James making him get an empty net goal.

US won their first game 5-3.

Mary had two goals and two assists.

Mary finished her after game routine and walked out of the locker room on her phone texting Ryan and looked confused when a hand reached out to touch her, she looked up and froze seeing Grace standing there with a big smile.

“Surprise.” Grace sung and laughed as Mary lunged forward hugging her tightly.

“Gracie!” Mary beamed happily, she hasn’t seen her sister in two months.

“Hi Mars.” Gracie smiled hugging her tightly back and rubbing her back gently.

“What are you doing here?” Mary pulled back looking confused.

“I was always coming just wanted to surprise you.” Grace answered with a smile seeing how happy Mary was.

Mary just smiled and leaned into Grace’s side and they started walking out of the arena together.

November 4, 2022

The next game was against Czechia.

Cole Hutson passed the puck to Mary and she passed across the ice to Cole Eiserman who got the first goal of the game.

The Cole, James and Mary line went out a few minutes later with Cole Huston on Defense.

Hutson grabbed the puck from a rebound and passed to James making James quickly pass backwards to Mary and Mary hit a one timer getting the second goal of the game.

First period ended with US leading 2-0.

James won the face off for the first play of the second period and Mary got the puck and brought it around the other team and passing to Cole. Cole scored just seconds in.

Second were 3-0.

Hutson passed the puck to Mary and she got a breakaway scoring her second of the game.

The next shift out Mary and James passed and fourth before James gave it to Cole and Cole got his third goal of the game.

“Yeah Coley.” Mary smiled shaking Cole who was just beaming over his hat trick.

Mary got the puck from James and she scored her third goal of the game. Mary laughed as she was squished into a hug by Hutson, Cole and James.

Czechia finally scored their first goal of the game and Cole got another goal before the game ended.

US won 7-1.

Mary has three goals and three assists.

She smiled as she looked at her phone after the game seeing all the texts from Will, Gabe and Ryan.

November 5, 2022

The third game was against Sweden and it was there third game in three days and it was obvious by the first period that US were all exhausted.

First period ended tied 2-2. Mary got a goal.

The second period was a lot better and US scored four goals.

Sweden scored in the third but US scored again and once more with Mary assisting on Cole’s goal.

US won 8-3. Mary had one goal and one assist.

November 7, 2022

Mary was glad they had the day off yesterday and she spent most of the day just relaxing and spending all her time with Grace.

US’s fourth game was against Canada Black.

Teddy Stiga got a penalty only two minutes in and Mary went out on penalty kill as it is something she actually is really good at.

Mary got a short handed goal unassisted.

US lead the first period 2-0.

Cole passed the puck back to Mary and Mary brought the puck around the back of the net passing right in front of the net setting James up and James scored.

“Jamesy!” Mary cheered bonking her helmet to James’s.

Second ended 4-0.

Canada scored in the third.

Cole and Mary assisted on James second goal.

US won 6-1.

Mary had one goal and one assist.

November 10, 2022

Fifth game was against Canada White. If they win today they go to the Gold Medal game.

US scored three minutes in and twenty seconds later Mary assisted on James goal.

First period ended US leading 3-0.

Hutson took the puck up and passed to Mary and she quickly scored.

US scored three goals in the second period, leading 6-1 going into the third.

Mary scored the first goal in the third period.

US won 8-2, they were going to the gold medal game.

November 12, 2022

Mary took deep breaths sitting in her stall before her first ever gold medal game, it was what she has dreamed of but the only thing missing is that Will isn’t even here and she might win without Will playing as her center, it didn’t feel fully right.

“Ready Mara?” James whispered feeling more nervous than he wanted anyone to know but Mary noticed and she squeezed his hand softly making him let out a sigh and take a deep breath, she gave him a reassuring smile giving him some confidence.

“Ready Jamesy.” Mary confidently mumbled back, if she can’t have Will as her center then James is who she wants.

“Let’s go Twins!” Cole wrapped his arms around the two as they all headed to the ice.

US was immediately playing better.

Mary and Cole assisted on the first goal of the game from James.

“Let’s go!!” Cole loudly cheered in the hug after the goal, they just got the first goal of the game.

Cole and James assisted on the second goal which Mary scored.

The third goal was from Cole and of course James and Mary assisted.

First period ended with US up 3-0. The Cole-James-Mary line all had a goal and two assists just in the first period.

Mary’s first shift in the second she was skating up the ice as Cole and James passed the puck to each other and she was in the right corner when she got the puck and scored in the top right corner of the goal.

Canada finale scored a few minutes later and had two goals.

US scored again and then once more on the power play, second ended 6-2.

Canada scored immediately in the third.

Mary got a breakaway and smacked the puck getting her third goal, her second hat trick of the tournament.

She got many hugs and head pats before going right back onto the ice and Hutson got the puck passing to Mary and she scored only twenty seconds after her lays goal getting her fourth goal.

Mary and James for a breakaway together and she quickly flicked it to James and James got his second goal of the game.

The next shift out Mary and James assisted on Cole’s second goal.

Cole got his third goal unassisted and Mary and James immediately was hugging him and celebrating as Cole got a hat trick.

The first line for US had crazy points this game, Mary with 4 G, 4 A. Cole with 3 G, 3 A and James with 2 G, 3 A.

Mary had the puck on her stick watching as the clock ticked down before the buzzer rang.

US won 11-3 and won the gold medal.

Mary screamed and threw her gloves and stick and immediately jumped onto James hugging his tightly, “Gold baby!” Mary cheered with the widest grin on her face.

James grinned just as brightly and pressed the most dramatic kiss to Mary’s helmet, “Let’s go baby.” James squeezed her.

Cole jumped onto the two knocking them all to the ground but they didn’t care they just laughed so happy.

Hutson laughed as he skated over seeing the three on the floor and Cole just grinned, “Get in here bud.” Cole then pulled Hutson down and brought him into their dog pile hug.

Eventually the four got up and got in line to get their medals.

Mary glanced around her team and as much as she would love to have Will here or Ryan, she was pretty content with her team especially James, Cole and Hutson.

[penaltybox-gossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/777285293045940224/is-there-anything-on-dakoda-rheaume-mullen-plays?source=share

His mom is Manon Rhéaume, she's the only woman to play in the nhl. (parts of 2 preseason games)

https://www.instagram.com/p/DE-U2BxuTU8/

(pic of him with mom and grandmother)

Holy shit I didn’t put two and two together THAT HIS MOM?!?

LEGEND

[jocksimoneweil]

if i had time i would talk about mannon rhéaume and the fact that her son, dakoda rhéaume-mullen, is set to be drafted anywhere from sixty-first overall to forty-third overall in the 2025 nhl draft ...

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

since the hockey house is pretty much a frat house, when going to visit koda you go to the parties together and they’re a lot but you don’t want to take the college experience away from him (and your parents are not that happy about him taking you a frat party)

the fight

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x high school girlfriend!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: creepy dude at a party, reader gets called a slut, fighting, slight mention of blood. if i missed anything lmk

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the party is overwhelming from the start. the music is loud, the air thick with sweat and cheap beer, bodies pressed together in every direction.

you spent most of the night with the other girlfriends, letting dakoda do his thing with the guys. it's how these nights usually go. you don't want to take the college experience away from him, even if these parties aren't really your scene.

you're on your way back to find him when some random guy stops you.

"hey. have i seen you around here before?"

you shake your head. "probably not. i'm visiting—"

"visiting, huh?" he cuts you off, eyes raking over you. "can i get you a drink?"

you glance around, hoping to spot dakoda somewhere nearby. "i'm okay. i'm here with my boyfriend."

"yeah?" he smirks, clearly not buying it. "he must be pretty lucky then."

a familiar arm snakes around your waist, pulling you in close. "fuck off. she's not interested." dakoda's voice is firm, his body tense against yours.

the guy just laughs, rolling his eyes. "oh, so you're the boyfriend? maybe you should keep a better eye on her instead of letting her roam around the party like a slut."

dakoda's grip on you tightens. "watch your fucking mouth."

the guy laughs again. "or what? she's probably wandering around looking for someone better than you."

before you can even process what's happening, dakoda shoves the guy up against the wall, his forearm pressing into his chest.

"you don't know shit!" dakoda snaps. "you're lucky i don't beat the hell out of you right now for calling her a slut."

"like you have the balls to do—"

the guy doesn't get to finish his sentence. dakoda's fist connects with his mouth so hard you swear you can hear the crack of bone.

"sorry? what was that? i don't think i heard you. can you repeat that again?" dakoda taunts.

the guy coughs, barely able to get a word out before dakoda's fist crashes into his jaw again. blood splattering against the wall.

"you wanna run your mouth some more?"

"okay. that's enough." you grab dakoda's arm, trying to pull him away, but he rips his arm free from your grasp without even looking at you.

people are pulling out their phones, recording. no one is stepping in to stop it. your heart pounds as you shove through the growing crowd, searching desperately for someone who would help.

you spot hunter, cameron, and michael in the kitchen. "please help me. dakoda's fighting someone, and i can't get him away."

hunter and cameron don't hesitate, rushing toward the living room. you move to follow them, but michael grabs your arm.

"just hang with me," he says. "he'll be fine. they'll break it up."

you nod and let out a shaky breath, leaning against the counter. "i've never seen him that angry before. it's like he didn't even hear me when i tried to stop him."

"adrenaline." michael says, taking a sip of his beer. "you can't always talk someone down when they're already seeing red."

the shouting dies down from the other room, and cameron pushes his way back into the kitchen. 

"we got him outside." cameron says, walking up to you. "he wants you." 

you waste no time going outside. dakoda is sitting on the steps with hunter standing infront of him. hunter gives you a thumbs up and you nod before he walks past the both of you to go back inside. 

you hesitate before sitting down next to dakoda. "are you okay?"

"i should be asking you that." dakoda's voice is quieter now. his knuckles are split with blood smeared across his skin. 

you reach for his hand, turning it over gently in yours. he lets you, but his shoulders stay tense. "i'm fine," you tell him. "but you scared me. i've never seen you like that before."

dakoda exhales, finally looking over at you. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare you, but i wasn't going to just let him get away with calling you a slut and disrespecting you." he pauses for a moment before adding. "i'm ready to go if you are."

you nod, letting go of his hand. "i'm ready."

dakoda texts michael that the two of you are leaving and you walk back to the dorm. 

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the next morning you wake up to michael throwing a pillow at you.

"answer your fucking phone." he grumbles as you sit up to look at him.

you reach over dakoda and see that your mom is calling. "hm that's not good."

"your dad?" dakoda asks, rubbing his eyes.

"mom." 

you answer the phone and immediately you are met with her yelling. "what the hell were you thinking, letting dakoda get into a fight like that?! someone posted a video of him punching that guy on snapchat and it's been sent to me more times than i can count."

you take a deep breath. "mom, he-"

"no!" she cuts you off, her voice rising. "don't even try to explain. i saw the video, and i'm not going to sit here and let you get caught up in something like this. you need to get home right now. you're not hanging around there any longer."

"he was sticking up for me." you try to explain again, but she isn't having it. 

"sticking up for you?! by getting into a fight at a party? do you realize how it looks for you to be with someone who thinks violence is the answer? i raised you better than this! get home now. i'm not asking. i'm telling you."

you grip your phone tighter. "mom, please, just listen to me."

"i am listening, y/n, and what i'm hearing is that you're making excuses for him. violence is not the answer, and i won't have you around someone who thinks it is."

"mom, i-"

"now, y/n." the call ends before you can say another word. 

you glance down at Dakoda who's fully awake now. "i have to go home."

"i'll walk you out." dakoda says, getting out of bed.

you nod and quickly pack your things. you don't even bother changing out of dakoda's t-shirt and sweatpants and just throw a hoodie on before following dakoda out of the dorm. 

 "i'm sorry if it messed things up for you." dakoda tells you, reaching for your bag.

you let him take it and grab his free hand. "i don't know what's going to happen when i get home, but this isn't your fault."

"it is. if i would have kept my cool last night we would still be sleeping and you wouldn't have to go home." he tells you, opening the car door. "and your mom wouldn't be hating every bone in my body right now." 

you slide into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel for a moment before sighing. "she doesn't hate you. she's just worried."

dakoda puts your bag in the back, then comes back to shut your door. he hesitates for a second, his hand resting on the frame as he looks at you. "yeah, worried that i'm some bad influence. that I'm dragging you into shit you don't need to be in."

you shake your head. "she just doesn't get it. she wasn't there. i know why you did it. I just don't know how to make her understand."

"just call me when you get home, okay? or as soon as you can." he leans in and kisses you. "drive safe." 

"i will. i love you."

"i love you too."

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you walk into the house and your mom and dad are both sitting in the living room. 

 "sit," your mom says, turning off the tv. 

you don't argue. you set your bag down by the stairs and sink onto the armchair across from them.

"i cannot believe you," she starts, shaking her head. "first, you let your boyfriend drag you to some disgusting frat party, and then you let him get into a fight over you? do you have any idea how reckless that is?"

"he didn't drag me anywhere. i went because I wanted to."

"that makes it even worse!" she yells. "you shouldn't be going to those kinds of parties, y/n. you know what happens there drinking, drugs-"

"that's not what it was like," you interrupt.

"oh really?" she scoffs. "then why is there a video of your boyfriend throwing punches all over social media? why are people sending it to me like i should've seen this coming?"

you press your lips together, trying not to let frustration get the best of you. "he wasn't just fighting for no reason. some guy was being a creep, and he stepped in."

"stepped in?" She laughs bitterly. "he could've taken you and left. but no, he decided to handle things with his fists. that's not someone you should be with."

you shake your head in disbelief. "he's not some violent guy who goes around looking for fights. he was just protecting me."

"he didn't protect you," she counters. "he put you in danger. he made you part of a situation that could've ended a lot worse than it did. what if that guy fought back harder? what if the police got called?"

"i don't want you seeing him anymore." your dad buts in.

Your stomach drops. "what?"

"i said i don't want you seeing him anymore," he repeats. "i don't trust him, and i don't trust the choices you make when you're with him."

"you're overreacting," you say, your voice shaky. "you're just deciding this for me? i get no say so? you guys don't understand. i love him."

your mom lets out a loud sigh, like that was the last thing she wanted to hear. "you're still living under our roof, so yes, we get a say in this."

tears prick at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall in front of them. "this isn't fair." you stand up. "i'm going to my room."

"y/n-"

"i don't want to talk anymore." you turn on your heel and grab your bag as you head upstairs, slamming the door shut behind you.

you collapse onto your bed, your hands trembling as you unlock your phone. you press dakoda's name in your call log. it barely rings twice before he picks up. "are you home?"

you sniff, wiping at your face. "yeah."

there's a pause, and then, "what's wrong?"

a sob wracks through you as you press the heel of your palm against your forehead. "they-" you choke on your words, sucking in a shaky breath. "they don't want me to see you anymore."

"because of the fight?" 

you nod before realizing he can't see you. "yeah." you swallow hard. "they think you're reckless and dangerous and—" you let out a weak laugh, bitter and exhausted. "my dad said he doesn't trust me when i'm with you."

dakoda lets out a sigh. "that's bullshit."

"i know," you whisper, another tear slipping down your cheek.

he's quiet for a second before asking, "what does this mean?"

"i don't know." you reply. "but i don't want to stop seeing you."

"i don't want that either." he pauses. "but i don't want to make things worse for you at home, y/n. i don't want to be the reason you're fighting with your family."

you shake your head quickly. "they don't understand, koda. they weren't there. they didn't see what happened. they just see a video and think they know everything."

"i know. we'll figure this out, okay? just don't shut me out."

you nod. "i won't."

"promise?"

your door opens and you turn around to find your mom in the doorway. "i promise."

"tell him." she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"i already did." you tell her, sitting up. "we were just about to hang up."

she shakes her head. "no. i want to hear you say it."

you grip the phone tighter. "why are you doing this. it's already hard enough as it is."

 she walks further into your room. “maybe he should think before throwing punches when you’re with him. actions have consequences, y/n.”

"i already told you it wasn't like that. that guy called me a slut and dakoda was just sticking up for-."

“it doesn’t matter how it was,” she cuts you off. “you think the world sees it that way? no, they see a college boy getting into a fight at a party, and you, my daughter, caught in the middle of it. i won’t let you put yourself in that situation again, now tell him or i will.”

you sigh and put the phone back  up to your ear. “koda”

it's quiet for a couple seconds until he finally says, “i’m still here." 

 “we can’t see each other anymore.”

silence. 

"you don’t mean that.”

you inhale shakily. “we have to.”

"okay.”

"i’m sorry.”

“i know."

your mom watches as you end the call, placing your phone face down on your nightstand. 

she lets out a slow sigh, like she’s relieved. “this is for the best.”

you don’t say anything. you just lie back down, turning your back to her.

the door closes a moment later, and the second she’s gone, you reach for your phone again to text dakoda. 

you: you do know that i wasn't being serious right i just needed her to believe that i ended it. 

dakoda<3: yea i know but how are things going to work now you aren't going to be able to come here

you: we'll figure that out when we get there i'm sure ari will cover for me.

dakoda<3: i just don't want you to get in more trouble

you: i won't 

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it's friday and you, dakoda, and ari all came up with a plan. you are 'staying' at her house this weekend and dakoda somehow convinced tommy to let him use his truck to pick you up so you can leave your car there.

 "you're absolutely sure you want to do this?" ari asks, pacing around her room.

"if you aren't comfortable with it just tell me and i won't." 

ari stops pacing and looks at you. "i just don't understand why your parents care so much. like he got in the fight to protect you. dakoda isn't one to fight unless he absolutely has to."

"because of my future. the future that they have all planned out and i have no say so." 

"that isn't right. speaking of your future though, have you told dakoda that you got into umich yet?"

you shake your head. "no, i'll probably tell him today."

your phone goes off and it's a text from him.

dakoda<3: here

you:be out in a sec

"he's here." you tell her, standing up.

"i got this, don't worry."

"thank you. i owe you big time."

"just say hi to michael for me."

you stop walking and spin around to face her. "michael?" 

"go." she smiles. "we can talk about it when you come back."

"i'll text you." you shake your head, walking over to the door. 

"have fun and don't do anything stupid."

"i won't."

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

yk the chapstick challenge where your partner guesses the flavor by kissing you, maybe that with dk🫣

chapstick challenge

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x high school girlfriend!reader

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you’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, knees almost brushing dakoda’s as he tugs one of your headbands over his head.

"i still think this is just an excuse for you to kiss me." he tells you, pulling the headband over his eyes. "we don't have to play some stupid game to make out, y'know." 

you roll your eyes even though he can't see you, and uncap the first chapstick. you smooth it over your lips and shift a little closer. "okay, ready?"

"mhm." he puckers his lips and you hesitate for just a second before leaning in.

you peck his lips and immediately lean back. "'kay. guess."

he licks his lips. "mm.. strawberry?"

"yeah, that one was easy." you toss that one aside and wipe it off, grabbing another one. you uncap and apply it as he shifts closer, his hands now resting on your thighs.

you lean in again and this time the kiss is a little longer. when you pull back and he hums, pressing his lips together “banana?”

you shake your head. "no."

“alright, i need another one.”

you scoff. “that’s not how the game wor-”

before you can finish, he’s grabbing your hoodie and leaning in again. his lips move against yours and you barely manage to hold in a gasp.

he pulls away, smirking. “vanilla.”

you swallow hard, trying to regain your composure. “mhm. y-yeah.”

"you okay?" he pulls the headband up and you immediately hide your face. "oh, you're blushing. you liked that?"

"shut up." you mumble, your voice muffled by your hands. 

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

"five more minutes, please. i don't want to leave you." with dk and long distance gf

"not wanting to leave"

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x high school girlfriend!reader

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you're curled up next to dakoda in his bed. time is slipping away, and you're desperately trying to ignore it. you know you have school tomorrow and that you honestly should head back, but all you want in this moment is to stay here with him. 

the door opens and you freeze, looking over at will and michael. 

"ugh. what is she still doing here?" will complains. "i thought she was supposed to leave at six?" 

you glance up at dakoda, silently begging him to ignore the time, to let you stay for just a little while longer. but he’s already shifting, rolling away from you and reaching for his phone.

"horcoff, seriously," you groan. 

"you gotta get going, babe." dakoda says, sitting up. "it's going on eight." 

"five more minutes, please." you plead, stretching your arm out and trying to pull him back onto the bed. "i don't want to leave you."

dakoda hesitates for a moment, as if debating whether to give in or not, but shakes his head. "you gotta get going. your moms going to call soon."

he gets up and you pull the blanket tighter around you. "five more minutes, i promise. just five," you mumble.

 "you’re making this really difficult," he says, sounding more amused than frustrated. "you have 'til i get all of your stuff together."

you huff and reach out of the blanket to flip will off as he starts putting all of your stuff you brought into your bag. 

"hey. she just flipped me off."

"because if it wasn't for you he would still be cuddling with me!"

fifteen minutes go by and dakoda has officially gathered all of your things that were spread about his side of the room. "alright, you’ve had way longer than your five minutes," he says, sounding a little more stern this time. "it’s time to get up."

he pulls the blankets off you and you groan, curling up into a ball. "i don't want to leave."

"i know, but you have to."  he tells you, grabbing your ankles and pulling you toward him. "you have school tomorrow and your parents will kill us both if you don't go." 

you finally give in and get up. "fine." 

you follow him out to your car and he puts your bag into the back while you get in and put the window down. 

"i'll see you next weekend." he tells you, leaning against the car door. "drive safe and text me when you get home."

"i will."

he leans in and gives you a quick kiss. "i love you."

"i love you too."

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

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

face masks

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x high school girlfriend!reader

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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 listen to michael telling you what to do 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?" 

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

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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."