#dakoda rheaume mullen

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"did some dancing"

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Umich Wag List

Logan Stein - single?

Hunter Hady - Peyton Daniels (gf)

Will Felicio - Ava Ludwig (gf)

Tyler Duke - single ?

Josh Eernisse - single ?

Dakoda Rheaume-Mullen - single ?

William Whitelaw - single ?

Nick Moldenhauer - single

Thomas Daskas - single ?

TJ Hughes - Riley O'Conner (gf)

Jacob Trusscott - Ellie McManus (gf)

Garrey Schifsky - Emily Weibye (gf)

Michael Hage - single

Tanner Rowe - Kaaren Listen (gf)

Jackson Hallum - single ?

Philippe Lapointe - Khianna Rose (gf)

Miles Gust - single ?

Andrew Albano - Mercedes Bishop

Cameron Korpi - single ?

Kienan Draper - single?

Will Horcoff - single?

Luca Fantilli - single

Josh Orrico - single ?

Ethan Edwards - single

Ewan Werner - single

Mark Estapa - Farah Petz (gf)

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(more) puppies at practice

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The rivalry reignites tomorrow night.

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back to school

[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."

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WAIT

[dakodarheaume-mullen]

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

chapstick challenge

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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. 

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"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."

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ntdp -> college

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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."